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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Yukako Yamagishi x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] You attend a Halloween party hoping to engage in some pleasant normalcy, but your night takes a turn for the worse at the hands of your classmate. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.4k [ CONTENT ] College AU, typical yandere behavior, alcohol, drugs (weed), seriously dubious consent, violence (murder), blood, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), tribbing, social anxiety, English literature references, y/n is implied to be around the same height as Yukako.

“It’s gonna be fine,” you said to yourself, smoothing out your Halloween costume. “Sure. I’m alone. I don’t know any of these people and would rather be back at home with my actual friends. But it’s okay. I’m gonna have a great time… And I’m gonna stop talking to myself because sane people keep that to a minimum.”

Every word sounded pained as they fell from your lips. You adjusted the straps of your dress and took a deep breath.

You were dressed as an angel, inspired by the costume Clare Danes wore in Romeo and Juliet. Your wings were white and delicate, the feathers of the finest quality. And your dress was… alright. Most of your effort went into the wings, leaving the dress an afterthought. You were lucky enough to find something at the thrift store, a gauzy cream-colored shift with thin straps with a hem that rested above your knees.

Skipping the house party did cross your mind. Going all the way to the secluded suburbs miles away from your university sounded nightmarish, but everyone in your program was going and you felt compelled to fit in.

It reminded you of high school, someone throwing a rager at their childhood home while their unsuspecting parents went out of town. You didn’t realize people still did that kind of shit in college.

The front door swung open, ripping you from your thoughts and startling you. A hulking man stood in the doorway wearing a Ghostface costume.

“Look at you! You look great!”

“AHHH! Th—thanks!”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He stepped aside and let you in. “It’s just you were standing out there and I was like, ‘Is she comin’ in? Is she leavin?’” He laughed warmly. “I figured I’d take the leap!”

“Okay. I mean… Cool.” You paused, trying to recognize his voice.

There was a level of familiarity to it that made you feel like you should know him, but you couldn’t place it.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked, leading you inside.

“Maybe. Wait. Yeah. Uh, what are you having?”

“A slutty swashbuckler!”

You immediately regretted asking because now you felt obligated to drink whatever the fuck that was.

He recognized the trepidation on your face. “It’s spiced rum and blood orange soda. You’re goin’ to love it. Everyone does.”

You weren’t convinced. But you felt compelled to trust whoever the hell was under the mask. Passing through the crowd you tried to get a good look at everyone without being too obvious. You didn’t want to come off as desperate or let your anxiety shine through.

Faces looked familiar but you couldn’t place any names. The only named face you gazed upon was Yukako Yamagishi, a girl from your 19th Century English literature class. She was wearing a sweeping white Victorian nightgown with her long black hair cascading down her back. She looked hauntingly gorgeous, distractingly so. Her violet eyes met yours and she smiled warmly before redirecting her attention to a few drunkards trying to impress her.

“Here!”

A glass of repugnant brown-orange liquid was forced into your hand. You tentatively sniffed the glass and said thank you even though not a cell in your body meant it.

“Excuse me. I just… I’m gonna go sip this outside. Get some air.”

“Oh,” the masked man said, frowning. “Alright.”

You turned and headed towards the door, pushing him from your mind.

“Wait up!”

A heavy hand fell upon your shoulder, putting the breaks on your exit. You held your breath, hoping you didn’t spill the putrid liquid on your pristine dress.

“Do you play beer pong?” You couldn’t see the guy’s face but his posture seemed bashful. “I need a partner for the next game and I’d love it if you would, you know… play… with me!”

“Sure. Just find me when your turn is up.”

You slithered out the door, hoping he would get drunk enough to forget you agreed to anything. Once outside you rolled your shoulders, trying to release the tension that had been blooming in your back. You took a sip of your slutty swashbuckler and spit it up back into your cup like a baby.

“Foul. Fucking foul. Ugh.”

It was cloyingly sweet and acrid, and the carbonation made the taste linger on your tongue. You dumped out the rest on the ground and sighed.

“Heathcliff,” you heard a soft voice whisper in your ear. “It’s me.”

You jumped and turned around, seeing a very amused Yukako.

“Oh shit. You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” she giggled. “I couldn’t help myself.”

She was so beautiful; it was almost disturbing. No human was meant to be so ethereal. She took a step closer to you, her sweet scent filling your nostrils. She smelled like fresh cut wildflowers and amber. It was intoxicating and settled your nerves.

“You look great—I mean—your costume looks great.”

“Do you know who I am?” She asked, leaning forward.

“No,” you answered honestly. “No idea.”

She pouted and leaned back.

“I’m Catherine Earnshaw, silly.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes and flatly replied, “Cathy from Wuthering Heights, the book we just talked about in class. Or were you not paying attention? Did you even read it?”

“I read it! Most of it. Part of it.”

“No wonder you weren’t very active when we were discussing the text.”

You paused. It never occurred to you that Yukako paid that much attention to you. It wasn’t like she acknowledged your presence much outside of benign pleasantries. She was barely an acquaintance.

“I do plan on finishing it for the record,” you said, still feeling the need to paint yourself in a better light.

“Promise? It’s one of my favorites. I really like how—”

She was interrupted by the shrill shouting of your name. You flinched as the voice washed over you.

“The game’s startin’!!”

You saw that the random guy dressed as Ghostface was standing expectantly by the door. Yukako looked like she was going to explode, her knuckles white with rage.

“I gotta go play beer pong, but we can talk after?”

She didn’t utter a single word, instead opting to glare at your beer pong partner.

“Hey, Yukiko,” he said, dumbly waving.

Correcting him crossed your mind, but you stayed silent. The words refused to leave your mouth even though you wanted them to. You couldn’t wrap your tongue around the syllables.

The guy put his hand on the small of your back, directing you inside. You felt as if your body wasn’t yours, like it was something that needed inherently to be guided and acted upon. Your mind was too overwhelmed to exert your agency.

“Woo hoo!!” He shouted upon seeing the wet table.

It was speckled with tiny puddles of piss beer. I should tell them to wipe it down, you thought. But of course, nothing came out. You just grimaced, and tried to look like you were enjoying yourself. The guy removed his Ghostface mask and you realized you had no idea who he was. It only added to your discomfort.

The werewolf you were playing against stared you down; you didn’t recognize him either. His face was a blur. “You played before?”

It was as if he was interrogating you.

“Like once in high school.”

He groaned.

A guy with a stained sheet draped over his head explained the rules, putting an obscene amount of emphasis on the fact that bounces were not allowed. You hated how seriously he was taking everything. It was a drinking game. Wasn’t it supposed to be fun? Weren’t you supposed to crack jokes and grin wildly under the hyper bright, fluorescent lighting of the kitchen while making memories that would last a lifetime?

Apparently not. The experience was anything but fun. The beer was room temperature and you couldn’t steady your aim, your nerves getting the better of you. It didn’t help that Yukako kept her eyes on you the entire time. You felt like you were on display.

Your partner tried to be supportive, offering kind words and remaining hopeful in the face of utter annihilation.

“You got this,” he said as you hesitated to throw the ping pong ball. “I know we’re pretty far behind, but I believe in you.”

His words were vaguely inspiring so you decided to try your best. Sadly your best was complete dog shit and you missed. The other team made their final shot and the two of you were cursed to chug the remaining beer.

“That was awful,” you said, dumping a cup into the sink.

“Hey, don’t waste good beer,” he said, hip checking you.

You smiled and continued dumping it down the drain. There was no way you’d be drinking that shit. If anything you were doing the world a favor by sending it on its merry way.

“I’m serious. At least drink the last one.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“C’mon. Get to drinkin’, angel. It’s a party.”

You stared down at the cup in your hands and held it to your lips. You went to take a sip, but Yukako walked up and snatched it from your hand. She chugged the beer like a professional. You never expected someone as elegant as her would drink watered down, warm beer out of a plastic cup.

“Damn, Yukiko.”

“It’s Yukako, scum.”

He blew her off and put his mask back on. Oddly enough it was more comforting than his actual face. At least Ghostface was familiar.

“Hey, do you, uh… smoke weed?” He asked, effectively cutting Yukako out of the conversation.

You nodded.

“Nice! Let’s go smoke a blunt. I got one in my car.”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

Yukako groaned and walked away muttering expletives to herself. You couldn’t make out what she was saying, though it clearly was dripping with disgust. You watched curiously as she opened a kitchen drawer, stealing something out of it.

Chasing after her crossed your mind, but you wouldn’t know what to say once you caught up with her. It was a compulsion, something about her drew you in. Maybe it was the way she walked, confident with her posture erect. Maybe it was because she skipped wearing a bra, leaving her nipples on display underneath the thin fabric of her costume. Or maybe it was because she seemed to be just as enchanted by you.

You shook the thoughts from your head, desperate to stop imagining yourself burying your face between her breasts. Lucky for you the brisk night air was enough to calm your throbbing cunt.

The guy failed to mention that he parked quite some distance from the house party. You assumed it would be a quick jaunt down the street, but instead you found yourself weaving through the suburb, deeper into its unnerving uniformity. When you finally got to his car you were displeased to see he parked beside a pocket of undeveloped land, a flat wasteland of dry dirt and dead grass.

“Just a sec,” the guy said as he opened his trunk. “It’s an indica, do you mind?”

“Nah. I could use the relaxation.”

You tacked on a laugh to seem personable.

He pulled out a pencil case and fished out a perfectly rolled blunt. It smelled delicious, musky and sweet. He removed his mask much to your chagrin, forcing you to confront his visage.

“Here,” he said, handing the blunt over along with a lighter.

It felt like the weight of the world was in your hands. You hated how dire everything felt. It was just a night out. It didn’t have to be complicated and yet you were befuddled by everything. You lit the blunt and took a deep hit, holding it in your lungs. You passed it to the guy and let the thick smoke seep out of your mouth.

“So are you really friends with that bitch?”

You coughed.

“Uh. Who?” You asked, playing dumb.

He passed the blunt to you. “Yukie or whatever.”

“Yukako.”

“Close enough.”

“Not really,” you snarked, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. It’s just hard to imagine someone like you is cool with someone like her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The guy took a few steps closer to you, his eyes radiating a hunger they hadn’t previously.

“You’re chill and down for whatever. She’s so fuckin’ uptight.”

“I’m hardly chill.”

“Yeah you are. You go with the flow. Most girls aren’t like that.”

“It’s called social anxiety,” you hissed, taking another hit. “It’s not really a choice.”

He plucked the blunt from your hands and stubbed it out on his car door.

“That’s kind of cute though,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face.

You smacked his hand away.

“Can you not? I think I heard something,” you said, hoping that would make him stop.

He just laughed and palmed his cock.

“Hush. You know you wa—”

Before he could finish his sentence a set of slender fingers laced through his hair and yanked his head back. Another hand appeared in front of his neck, dragging a steak knife across his throat. A spurt of blood splashed against your face. He tried to say something but all he could do was gurgle as the knife sawed through his Adam’s apple. He reached out to you, grabbing ahold of your white dress now stained crimson. Your teeth chattered and your skin felt like it was tightening around you. You pushed past him and broke out into a sprint and ran through the desolate undeveloped land, hoping you’d escape the assailant.

“Wait!”

You turned to see Yukako, the front of her nightgown drenched in blood.

“What the fuck?” You wheezed.

You found yourself frozen in place. It didn’t take long for her to catch up to you, her long legs allowing her to take sizable strides.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

You didn’t bother to answer her question; wasn’t it obvious?

“Why did you do that?! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I saved you.”

“From what?” You cried, tears now streaming down your face.

“From him. He was going to do something awful to you. I could tell.”

“Maybe so, but you di—you didn’t have to do that.”

She took your hands in hers. Her palms were soft, her fingers delicate. Her touch was almost calming.

“Yes I did. He didn’t deserve to bask in your presence.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Someone like you shouldn’t have to suffer being around someone like him. He’s trash with no room to grow. He’s stagnant in his existence.” She tightened her grip on your hands. “Not like you. You’re always changing, always striving. That’s why you came tonight, right? You’re trying to break out of your shell.”

“You sound fucking insane. I… Fuck! Please don’t kill me.”

She looked like she was going to break into tears. “How could I ever kill you? I love you too much. You’re all I think about.”

“We barely know each other!” You shrieked, trying to yank your hands out of hers. Her grip was impressive. “We, like, never talk to each other!”

“That's the thing about us though. We don’t need words. Our love is that strong.”

She pulled your body close to hers, pressing her breasts up against yours. You felt like you were going to have an anxiety attack. You regretted smoking weed with every ounce of your being.

“Please just let me go.”

“I can’t,” she said sadly. “I’ll have to kill you if I do. I can’t bear the thought of you ever being with someone other than me.”

“What if I promise to never fall in love ever again and we act like none of this ever happened? Like we never even knew each other!” You laughed nervously. “How about that? That sounds nice.”

She slipped her hand up your dress and rubbed your cunt through your underwear. You were ashamed to realize the fabric was soaked with your arousal. Terror coursed through your veins, but it was thrilling.

“That sounds like hell on earth. Besides, you obviously want me too. Don’t deny it. I hate liars.”

She pushed your underwear to the side and slid one of her fingers inside you. The sensation made your knees weak and your body limply rested against hers. She slid another two into your cunt and you mewled her name. You were embarrassed that she managed to break you down so easily. You knew you should have put up more of a fight, but she was right. You did want her.

Yukako brushed down one of the straps of your dress, letting one of your breasts meet the chill night air. She pinched your nipple between her fingers.

“You know I fell for you the moment I saw you. When you walked into class I knew you were the one for me.” She curled her fingers inside you. “I spent so many nights thinking about you and trying to come up with ways to tell you.” Her breath was hot against your ear. “But you never gave me any opportunities. You were so shy, always avoiding everyone. That’s why I was so surprised to see you tonight.” She pinched down harder on your nipple making you moan. “I knew this was my moment.”

She removed her fingers and sucked them clean before letting out a pleased hum.

“Take your costume off,” she cooed.

You gulped and did as you were told, dropping your wings and dress on the ground. You shivered as the cold air enveloped you. Yukako gazed at your naked body, her eyes radiating lust and hunger. You could tell she would do whatever it took to claim you as her own.

She pulled down your underwear and lowered herself so that her face was in front of your glistening cunt. She gazed up at you, her alabaster skin speckled with blood. She placed her hands on your ass and dug her nails into the soft flesh.

“Shit,” you croaked.

She lapped at your clit, giving it slow, languid licks. It didn’t take long for you to start moaning. Again, you hated how easy you were and cursed your inability to show restraint when it came to her.

Her tongue was soft and warm as it swept over your throbbing cunt. She was truly a master; no one had ever managed to make you feel such pleasure. You didn’t even think it was possible. You held onto the back of her head, unable to control yourself. She moaned as she continued to suck on your clit. You looked down and noticed she had started to finger herself. The sight alone was enough to make you come.

“Yu—Yukako, I’m close,” you whined.

“Lay down,” she ordered.

You could have slapped her for leaving you hanging, but you obeyed her command. The dirt was cold and uncomfortable, but you were too focused on the ache between your legs to really care.

She hiked up her dress and positioned herself so that her cunt could grind up against yours. She rutted up against you, your clits rubbing together. You felt like you were seeing stars.

“You feel so good,” she moaned.

You were both panting like dogs as you desperately got each other off. The sweet sounds of your moans filled the air.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she babbled.

You watched as her chest bounced under her blood stained nightgown. You quickly tore at the buttons and sucked on her breasts the moment they popped out. You swirled your tongue around her nipple, relishing in her ardor filled gasps.

“Ah!” She cried out. “Don—don’t stop!”

You moaned and held her nipple between your lips as your own orgasm overcame you. You clung to her breast, sucking away as your body gave way to euphoria. Your body sang with pleasure.

Yukako’s moans grew louder as she climaxed, holding your head to her chest while you continued to suck. She collapsed on top of you once her orgasm ended.

“You’ll never leave me, right?” She said in a small voice.

You paused and contemplated. Deep down you knew you should push her off of you and run like hell, but she had bewitched you. There was no way you could deny her, especially not after she let you drool all over her succulent tits.

“Right?” She growled expectantly.

You wrapped your arms around her and stroked her back, letting your hand brush down her spine.

“Never.”

She seemed pleased with your response and nuzzled her face into your neck. You knew there was no escape, that there was no way out. You belonged to her now.

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addictjojo · 2 years

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A/N: Reposting this because of shadowban.

Warnings: none.

Dating Duwang Gang Headcanons

Josuke Higashikata:

Josuke loves, loves, loves PDA. Hand holding, cuddling, hugging, he is obsessed with it. Any sort of affection you give him, he literally melts. He'll get all blushy if you try anything risky in public with him, though.

Josuke opens up to you a lot, and that's a good thing. He isn't one to hide his feelings. That being said, expect some emotional nights where he's in your arms, spilling his troubles out to you. Josuke doesn't really care if you don't have any good advice to tell him, just listening would be enough for him to vent.

Josuke loves resteraunt dates. Oh, and he's a sucker for sharing food. He thinks it's oddly romantic, plus just loves stealing your fries. You must, and I mean must, share a milkshake with him, he'd wiggle in his seat from excitement, face all red while you're both drinking from different straws.

Okuyasu Nijimura:

Honestly, Okuyasu is just surprised he managed to find a partner. He didn't expect to find love like this, but now that he has you, he's like your sweet doggy. He'd do anything to make you happy, and when you do the same, Okuyasu is just so happy.

Hates study dates, but lord, does he love the rewards afterwards. Reward him with kisses, small treats, sappy one liners that will have him all hot in the face. Whenever he passes on a test, he's so excited to show you how good he did.

Okuyasu doesn't have the best family life. It's hard for him to open up about his brother, and father, but once he's comfortable, he'll vent about it with you sometimes. Okuyasu falls deeper in love with you whenever you come over to help with his father, he'd even try to hide his tears. He loves you so much.

Yukako Yamagishi/Koichi Hirose:

Poly relationship? Poly relationship. The dynamic is the best, and there's no jealousy whatsoever. Yukako loves you, and Koichi to death, though she does get carried away sometimes. It's fine though, you, and Koichi both smother her with love, as she does with you two.

They both love when you give them piggyback rides. Koichi won't accept it, but he loves feeling taller on your back. He'll rant about how he doesn't need the assistance, and can handle himself, but he still allows you to pick him up. Yukako is shy, but isn't afraid of hopping on either.

Cuddling sessions are the best. Two people cuddling you at once! Though, you three switch positions everyday to be in the middle, or if one of you three are feeling down. Koichi is usually on one of your laps most of the time, both you and Yukako teasing him. Yukako also loves resting her hair, and head on you guys!

Rohan Kishibe:

Stalker. Rohan Kishibe is a fucking stalker. Before you two even get together, he's creeping behind you in corners, taking pictures, drawing you, writing things down about you. He's so fascinated by you, he truly does adore you. In a very weird way...

Rohan loves bragging, and gloating about you to random people, and the gang. When you're not around, the gang has to hear Rohan talk about how shallow it is here without you, and shows random pictures he took of you earlier today.

Surprisingly hasn't used Heaven's Door on you, like at all. It takes a lot out of him not to take a peek of anything, but you've warned him that if he had, you'd murder him. Loves learning more things about you, it takes time, but he's always ready to listen. He's also very familiar with your body movements, and can read the room whenever something is wrong with you.

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scolpimpisdiary · 2 years

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Duwang Gang Parenting HeadCanons!

What would the Duwang Gang be like as Parents?

Josuke Higashikata

NAH CAUSE HE’D BE THE SWEETEST DAD

He’d probably have the most kids imo, 5-6 max. I can see him being a family man

If Josuke has a girl, SHE WILL BE A DADDY’S GIRL.

But if they’re not, he’d still love them just as much!

I can literally imagine Josuke picking up his children from preschool and just showering them with hugs and kisses

Would heal the little one’s boo boos with Shining Diamond and play it off as a magic trick

Much like Okuyasu, he has no problem letting his lil Jojo know that he loves them

Josuke would be slightly less affectionate as they get older tho, since they’re maturing (but that doesn’t mean he loves them any less!)

Let’s be honest, once social media becomes mainstream he’d probably make one right before his children

Yes, he’d follow his kids on the social media he does have, being one of their first followers which is lowkey adorable

I can imagine Josuke trying to be the “hip” parent that just wants to fit in with his kids

I could already see Josuke trying to help little Jojo with their math problems, but then getting lowkey frustrated and just ends up doing the assignment for them

“If I have five apples and you eat two, how many apples do I have left?”

“Five!”

“Never mind, just gimme the paper..”

He would definitely be ready to discipline them if needed, though. As much as Josuke loves them, he isn’t a pushover. Probably not allowing them to leave the house/go to parties or making them clean when they aren’t at school are enough in this case.

Even so, Josuke holds his children very dear to him, even more than his pompadour. If someone says or hints at anything negatively regarding his child, he’d be ready to kill them

Like that time he tried to choke out lil jojo’s math teacher for saying that their grades are dropping in the class

That day was the day Y/N was made the designated parent for any future parent teacher conferences

Okuyasu Nijimura

He would definitely be a very laid back dad!

You know, the dad that has cookouts almost every week and invites his friends over to watch sports? He’d be one of those

I could imagine that he’d probably struggle with his children when they were younger though. His parenting style is more hands-off and constantly caring for a little human 24/7 would probably drain the hell out of a man like him.

I don’t think that would discourage Okuyasu from having more kids tho, he’d probably still enjoy the process of raising a child even though it’s time consuming

Definitely a very kind and supportive father, and isn’t afraid to show love for his kids (hugging, “i love you”s, saying he’s proud of them, etc)

I can imagine both him and Josuke making goofy tiktoks with their children

He will REFUSE to help them with their homework though, that task is left up to Y/N

And if he does end up on homework duty, he’d most likely half-ass it

“If I got five apples, and you ate two, how much apples do I have?”

“..I dunno.”

“Eh, that’s good enough! Write that down and you’re done!”

Would probably have 4-5 children max, slightly less than Josuke

Rohan Kishibe

Let’s just say his children would be DRIPPY

Nah cause they’d be wearing Louis Vouittons at the age of 3 ✋🏾

Rohan would definitely be tough on his lil Kishibe bean but only because he wants them to be successful in life like he was

ESPECIALLY when the tiny Kishibe reaches their school years. (I do feel like it would get to his head though, maybe even causing him to place unrealistic standards onto his kid)

He wouldn’t allow his children to play with Josuke’s kids, but they’d sneak out to go and play together anyways

Rohan would definitely help them with their art projects, which they’d always get an A on

YES HE WILL HANG THEIR ART UP ON THE FRIDGE LIKE THE PROUD DAD HE IS

I also imagine him being really good at math for some reason??

Would probably get frustrated during homework time with his kid

“Now if I have five apples, and you were to eat two, how much would I have left?”

“..one?”

*insert angry Rohan grumbles*

“NOW IF I HAVE FIVE APPLES-“

Rohan would have an easier time caring for them while they’re a baby or toddler, compared to when they’re older mainly because they can’t talk back

I can also imagine that because of the whole Kira incident he’d be very helicopter-ish (yes, he’d have life 360 installed on his child’s phone)

He would be stricter with punishments, taking toys away from them or when they get older, their smartphones (maybe he’d even make them delete their social media accounts)

Once social media starts to become popular, I could definitely see him criticize it heavily when he see’s Y/N or his children use it

“Back in my day we didn’t have tiktok or Instagram! All of that is just faux garbage! Kids these days need to go out and experience reality!”

I could literally imagine all the arguments he’d get into with his horomonal green-haired teenage kid while poor Y/N is stuck between the two trying to break it up. It’d be WW3 in the Kishibe household😭

He wouldn’t be the type of dad to physically express his love often. But he would express it in subtle ways, like buying them things or quietly congratulating them

Plus if his kids are in any type of danger, be ready to see Rohan dashing to the rescue. Both him, Josuke, and Yukako DO NOT play when it comes to their children

Rohan wouldn’t have a lot of children, 2 max, and they’d probably be farther apart in age (5-6 years apart)

Yukako Yamagishi

She’d definitely be the strictest with punishments, and would probably utilize all forms of discipline mentioned so far

She would also put a lot of academic pressure on her children, but actually taking the time to properly study with them and help them memorize things for tests so they’d be well prepared

“Look sweetie, if I have five apples and you’ve eaten two, how much would I have left?”

“Umm..three?”

“Good job! I knew you could do it!”

Yukako’s child was the only one that got it right btw

Yukako would definitely have a soft spot for her kids though, making them cute lunches to take to school and show off, putting cute little letters on the lunch boxes and greeting them with assorted homemade sweets when they came from school

She’s also very physically expressive with her love, showering her children in hugs and kisses on the cheek even when they’re older

(It makes them very flustered, which Yukako deems to be adorable)

She would DEFINITELY try to give her children advice on their crushes (which may or may not fail miserably and result in a traumatized crush)

I could also see Yukako being one of those insta moms that post pictures of her food and children all the time (even when they’re older)

Probably has already had some form of social media before it became mainstream

I can see her also following her children on social media, mainly for nosy reasons (which Y/N has to talk her out of)

Even though Yukako can be a strict mother, she truly cares for her children deep down and would definitely cut a bitch if they possibly threatened her children’s safety

She’d probably have an average amount of children, 3 to be exact. But I think Yukako is probably one of the only ones to not have a specific limit on how many kids she wants

Koichi Hirose

Honestly? Koichi gives me chill uncle vibes rather than dad vibes

Like I genuinely feel that the Duwang kids would just use his house as a hangout spot and vibe as he tells the story of how him and their parents defeated a serial killer all the way back in the 90s

Josuke and Okuyasu’s kids would probably just giggle in disbelief

Yukako’s kid would just shrug their shoulders “sounds like something my mother would do”

and Rohan’s kid would probably have more respect for their dad after, and the most input. His kid is a chatterbox unlike him

The Duwang kids would DEF look up to him

If he were to be a dad, he’d definitely spend a lot of the time traveling with his child and seeing different parts of the world

Koichi would probably have the least kids, maybe just one

He wouldn’t spoil or punish his children much, but would probably go on a long exaggerated lecture about whatever they did and why it’s wrong.

I could see him teaching his kid a different language or different things about the world rather than formal education (IK THAT SOUNDS CRAZY BUT STILL)

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agsbf · 2 months

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Haha, como é divertido quando você vira a nova obsessão de uma yandere que tentou te matar. [Yukako X Reader]

Sinopse: Após ter sido sequestrada pela Yukako depois da estudante presumir que você possuía algum interesse romântico pelo Koichi, em uma tentativa de se manter viva acaba inventando uma mentirinha benevolente que na verdade tinha uma queda por ela. Posteriormente, ao ser rejeitada pelo rapaz, Yamagishi percebe que talvez sua outra alternativa não seja tão ruim assim, embora precise de uns reparos.

{Avisos: comportamento yandere, sequestro, ameaça, palavrões e menções a violência.}

Lentamente abriu seus olhos percebendo estar em um local desconhecido, muito provavelmente um porão devido à falta de janelas e a umidade presente contribuidora de musgos no piso gasto de madeira, além das paredes. O ambiente era escuro, sendo iluminado por uma única lâmpada incandescente que estava pendurada no teto, seu receptáculo sendo segurado por fios gastos e desfiados a poucos metros de sua cabeça. De maneira resumida, o tipo de lugar que algum personagem de filme slasher mataria suas vítimas.

Você riu desse pensamento descritivo estranhamente específico, talvez fosse sua mente tentando te distrair da péssima situação em que se encontrava, uma forma de se acalmar perante o cheiro da morte iminente, também havia a possibilidade de não ser do tipo que dava muito valor a vida, se irá morrer de qualquer jeito por qual razão fazer disso um espetáculo? Se remoer em arrependimento e pena não adiantaria muita coisa, no máximo um entretenimento gratuito para seu sequestrador. A diversão explicaria muita coisa na verdade, seu corpo inteiro estava dolorido, principalmente seu pescoço que parece ter sido estrangulado. O criminoso tinha força e poderia ter lhe matado se quisesse, isso é fato, estar viva agora prova que o cara te queria acordada, provavelmente pela adrenalina de ver o medo em seus olhos e apreciar a incapacidade devido as amarras da cadeira que prendiam seus membros, saboreando o desespero.

Um som de porta se abrindo pôde ser ouvida, parece que o assunto chegou. Porém, ao invés de um velho barbado ou delinquentes juvenis, tudo que viu foi uma jovem de pele clara, cabelos pretos longos e ondulados, além do uniforme de sua escola. Você tem a sensação de que já a viu antes, sim, definitivamente a conhece de sobressaio, qual o nome dela? Anaku? Yunako? Lukako? Alguma merda assim.

A garota se aproximou lentamente de você, cada passo trazendo uma espécie de peso ao ar já naturalmente tenso, possivelmente resultado da aura sombria que acompanhava a jovem. Seu rosto estava estóico, a princípio parecendo desprovido de qualquer emoção, mas podia sentir aquele ódio ardente presente nos olhos violeta destinado a ti. No mínimo irônico, as posições deviam estar invertidas e ela ser quem recebia o olhar de desprezo, todavia tanto faz, verbalizar tamanha importante observação não serviria para nada que não seja estressá-la mais.

Finalmente seus passos param, a sequestradora estava a poucos centímetros de distância de sua cadeira.

'YUKAKO!' Você pensa consigo mesma, finalmente se lembrando do nome dela.

A estudante leva sua mão direita a suas bochechas, apertando-as enquanto te obriga a olhar para cima, em sua direção.

"Escute vadia." Ela começa, tão delicada quanto um cavalo. "Você não estaria nessa situação se tivesse ficado longe do Koichi." Esclarece a jovem com tom repleto de veneno e repulsa, tomada pelo ciúme.

Enquanto isso, a garota amarrada antes com medo, tem suas emoções substituídas por incredulidade pela situação. A única razão pela qual foi sequestrada provou ser uma mísera interação com um garoto de sua classe? Pelo menos esperava que Koichi estivesse devendo para um agiota e estivessem pensando que eram amigos, caso a Yukako estivesse fazendo isso por paixão deixaria a situação mais cômica.

"Ele é meu." A sequestradora completa.

'Que humilhante da sua parte.' Queria adicionar, mas testar o humor dela não parecia uma escolha inteligente.

Honestamente, essa tinha que ser a piada do século, alguma pegadinha maluca dirigida por algum programa de televisão sustentado por uma audiência mais idosa ou um conteúdo humorístico criado por algum youtuber com um fandom baseado em Yandere Simulator. Era muito inacreditável para ser real, contudo, a expressão enfurecida no rosto da jovem mostrava que ela estava falando sério.

Por mais que quisesse fazer um comentário sarcástico pela situação, ainda tinha um pouco de amor a vida, decidindo optar por tentar apaziguar sua sequestradora em uma tentativa de sair viva da situação.

“Não tenho nenhum interesse no seu namorado. Todas nossas interações não foram nada menos que mera cordialidade.” Afirmou calmamente apesar da ameaça presente. Em nenhum momento mentiu, todas as linhas de diálogo que tiveram eram puramente oriundas de projetos escolares, não possuía nem ao menos vontade de pertencer ao grupo de amigos dele e vice-versa. Ainda assim, Yukako não parecia satisfeita, na verdade sua resposta indiferente apenas serviu para estimular o mau humor da ondulada, que novamente gritou:

“Mentirosa! Reconheço um olhar de paixão quando vejo um!” A problemática te acusou, claramente exaltada.

‘Um olhar de paixão, hein?’ Refletiu consigo mesma, não era o cenário ideal para trabalhar, mas poderia fazer alguma coisa com isso.

Sua boca se ergueu em um sorriso irônico direcionado a estudante, junto com um leve bater de cílios. Sua expressão de adoração enquanto forçava uma voz igualmente doce, o tipo de estereótipo ‘garota popular quebradora de corações’ presente em filmes adolescentes com alguma lição de moral clichê.

“Quem disse que o olhar de paixão era para ele?” A questionou, fazendo com que a garota erguesse uma de suas sobrancelhas, tanto por choque quanto por dúvida.

“O que quer dizer com isso?” Claramente ela não sabia onde você queria chegar.

“A pessoa pela qual meu coração bate, é você Yukako.” Antes que qualquer resposta pudesse ser falada, decidiu adicionar justificativas para soar mais convincente. “adoro absolutamente tudo sobre você, desde a forma que seu cabelo balança sob o vento, até como franze levemente a testa quando está zangada. Estou dando tudo de mim para não me afogar em lágrimas ao descobrir que seu coração já está reivindicado.” Exclamou teatralmente, deixando-a sem palavras e com aquela expressão séria típica no rosto, antes dela se recompor e afirmar friamente:

“Desculpe, mas não sinto o mesmo.”

“Eu imaginava isso.” Fingiu uma face triste, porém compreensiva, não querendo que ela imaginasse na possibilidade de que se te deixasse viva, mataria o rapaz por ciúmes.

Sua sequestradora te soltou, ainda te dando uma carona de carro como pedido de desculpas e alguns remédios de dor muscular pelo estrago que fez em seu pescoço. Ligar para a polícia quando estivesse em casa nem sequer passou pela sua cabeça, ser o alvo de vingança dela novamente não era uma experiência que gostaria de ter.

Então por que o destino tende a ser uma puta?

Algumas semanas haviam se passado, sua rotina voltou ao normal e periodicamente encontrava Yukako de sobressaio. Vocês nunca mais se falaram, tanto pela estranheza de todo seu primeiro encontro quanto pela falta de necessidade de iniciar um diálogo.

Atualmente, você e sua melhor amiga Harumi, estavam conversando no portão do colégio. Nada realmente importante, apenas conversa fiada típica de adolescente, pois as aulas acabaram há alguns minutos, mas sua carona ainda não havia chegado. Harumi, como sua fofoqueira favorita, comenta:

“Você viu que o Koichi terminou com a Yukako?” Isso foi o suficiente para que qualquer resquício de sua atenção que não estivessem em Umi fosse direcionado a ela.

“Espere! O quê?!” Gritou um pouco mais alto do que o considerado normal pelo choque da notícia súbita. A verdade seja dita, motivos para o rompimento do relacionamento era o que não faltava, mesmo assim, não esperava que o casal tivesse uma duração tão curta.

“Fiquei assim também quando ouvi a notícia, menina!” Exclamou, antes de continuar o assunto. “Supostamente a Yamagishi hospitalizou uma garota que conversou com ele. Então eles terminaram e a barraqueira fez uma cirurgia no ‘Cinderela’ para conseguir atrai-lo de novo, mas o Koichi disse não.”

“Nossa, complicado viu?” Você adicionou enquanto balançava a cabeça. Essa informação não te impressiona nem um pouco, mas dada a natureza reclusa de Yukako decidiu fingir-se ignorante.

“Enfim, mas quem somos nós para julgar?” sua amiga disse, mesmo com uma expressão que indicava tudo menos neutralidade. Uma buzina foi ouvida, rapidamente se despediu, pois, sua carona chegou.

Ao finalmente estar em casa, podia sentir uma aura diferente pairando o ar, apesar de tudo estar exatamente do mesmo lugar, intocado até, estava se sentindo observada.

Optou por ignorar, seguindo sua rotina.

Caminhando em direção ao quarto, deitou-se confortavelmente na cama, fechando os olhos para algumas horas de descanso merecido.

Todavia, ao acordar, não estava mais naquele pequeno cômodo com nada mais que um futon, escrivaninha e guarda-roupa. Definitivamente não, o local era muito mais luxuoso, os edredons limpos com estampas simples e muitos travesseiros, quantia necessária para 5 pessoas no mínimo. Diferente da última vez, em que estava amarrada, seus membros estavam completamente livres, sentou-se na cama agradável e colocou o pé no chão, desfrutando da bela sensação de calor oriunda do material felpudo do tapete.

Não! Isso não estava certo! Quem diabos lhe trouxe para cá? Será que...

“Vejo que acordou. Dormiu bem?” Olhando em direção a voz, se revelou ser aquela pessoa que tanto temia: Yukako Yamagishi. Optou pelo silêncio, ela não parecia feliz com sua falta de resposta.

“Não responder quando te perguntam é deveras rude, mas acho que não deveria esperar menos de alguém que fofoca por detrás das minhas costas” Você se sentiu pequena, diferente da última vez, em que bastou algumas palavras doces para apaziguar a garota, agora seria diferente, sabendo que a irritou demais por uma simples conversa.

“Eu posso explicar!” Ainda que tentasse formar uma explicação, a estudante não estava nem um pouco interessada, apenas se aproximando lentamente como fez semanas atrás. De maneira delicada, colocou seus dedos em seu queixo, lhe fazendo olhar para ela:

“Não estou brava.” sua expressão dizia o contrário. “Mas não se fala de sua amante pelas costas. Acredito que terei que te ensinar como ser uma boa namorada, já que seu comportamento é de uma vadia fútil.”

Você estava ferrada.

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mints-bizarre-posts · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes #64

Yukako : My hands are cold

Koichi : Here, let me hold them!

Y/n, to Josuke : My lips are cold too

Josuke : *covers Y/n's mouth with his hand*

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princelylove · 6 months

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Hi, accidentally stumble in your blog~ I love yandere jojo contents too so I hope to see your content about it :D

I don't know what to request yet but maybe we can talk about type of yandere. What is your favorite type of yandere? Mine is delusion or simp yandere (what characters in jojo you think they will be in this category btw)

Delusional types are adorable to me. There’s just something so charming about someone who’s so bent on being together that their brain skips the entire courting process and goes right into “We’re dating. No actually we’re married and have been married since forever and even our past lives were married. You belong to me what do you mean I have to stop calling for fifteen days.” I think my favored type is protective, but delusionals are too cute to pass on. As for those I think are delusional or simps, off the top of my head…

I’d also argue that Mista’s the type to simp, he’s pretty sure he’ll die if you carry your own shopping bags, but he doesn’t strike me as delusional. Love’s gotta be real to him, you know? He’s the kind of guy that can take a maybe, hell, even a hard no! He knows how to back off, but he’s just gonna keep watch from over here if that’s cool with you. I mean, come on, what kinda “friend” would he be if he let you open your own doors or pay for your own meal? He’s got a job, it’s totally on him! Don’t even think about trying to step over that puddle yourself, he’s already got you up by your legs to carry you across. He’s pretty strong, isn’t he? Oh, he’d die a happy man if you praised him for something like that. He’s like a dog whose tail just won’t stop wagging. You’re his everything, why wouldn’t he try to do things for you all the time? That isn’t weird, don’t shove him into the same category as creepy guys who never give up! It’s like typical hollywood stuff, you know? Romanticism or whatever!

You know who’s fully delusional, though? I say this with lots of love, but Diego. He just cannot fathom the idea of someone rejecting him, I mean, what’s wrong with him? He’s the prince of the british horseracing world, how DARE you reject him??? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with him, don’t play hard to get with him of all people! You should be begging for his attention, not the other way around, but here we are. Diego fully believes that you were made for him, you just don’t understand the gravity (I do think I’m funny for this wordplay) of the situation yet. No matter what happens, you’re always going to be his. As long as he’s got it in his head that you’re more of an object than a real person who has thoughts and feelings like he does, he’s not really going to care about your ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Look, pigeons are just meant to be led, and he’s already somewhat fond of you, so just let him have what he wants. I’m firmly of the belief that if you ever flat out rejected him, he’d just think you were unwell and needed him even more. Be good for him, he doesn’t have the time to play this silly little game of cat and mouse with you right now.

Joseph is another “You can’t play hard to get forever!” type to me, honestly. He’s persistent like a bloodhound, and is going to get in the way of whatever lover or relationship you’ve got going on right now no matter what. He called dibs on you, so, it’s totally fair. He’ll show up to your apartment or house and completely ignore his training if it means getting just a glimpse of you. So what if he’s got a ring in his throat, he wants to put a ring on your finger! Joseph goes the extra mile for you- literally. If you were to move out of town, he’d walk all the way to your new place if he had to. Joseph won’t be deterred so easily. You just wanted him to get some exercise, right, babe? That’s so thoughtful of you! It makes his day when you look his way, especially if you actually catch him showing off with his training. If you were to actually talk to him, or god forbid compliment him, he’d be reeling for a week. He trails behind you on your errands, taking notes mentally of where you go and what you get. One day he’ll know it by heart, and then you won’t even have to go on errands anymore! Unless you want to go with him, that is. Then he’s totally down for a little couple’s day out. Joseph will buy you whatever you want as long as he gets his fix in. Let him put his head on your lap and just stare, and he’ll be thrilled. I don’t necessarily believe that Joseph would kidnap you if you broke his fantasy too many times, but you’re definitely going to start losing a lot of personal time. It doesn’t matter how he got into your apartment, he made dinner. Haha, ok, you caught him. He ordered dinner.

I think it’s fairly obvious to say that Yukako is delusional. She has a warped sense of reality. Her crimes really don’t matter to her because she’s making up for it. Look, look, she cooked for you. Stop trying to go for the door or the window. Yukako loves you, so you’re going to be perfect for her, and you’re going to be perfect together. She’s firm about never leaving your side even though she’s already got you all to herself. She sees nothing wrong with skipping dating and going right to locking you up if she thinks you need her for something. You’re failing at that cooking class that school made you take despite your pleas not to? She can do that. You’re awful with directions? She knows every little corner of town. You actually don’t need her and are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself? Don’t talk like that. You need her. There’s absolutely no reason to deny her, so let’s do this the cutesy way she wants it.

#yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere guido mista #yandere joseph joestar #yandere diego brando #yandere yukako yamagishi #yandere #tw objectification #request granted

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sanriopinterest · 1 year

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(𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘)

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 4 𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜

(𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠?)

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜-

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕

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𝚁𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 2𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 (𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙺𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝)

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝙹𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 ☠️

𝙾𝚔𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 🤠

𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙺𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 ✨ (& 𝚈𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚘)

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜..

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖:

"𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?" "𝙸𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚝" "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎?" "𝚂𝚘.. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐? 🙃

(𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗)

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 24/7

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚔𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜-

𝚈𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 🩰

𝙹𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛💪

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 🔫👊

-ℙ𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕔 🌊♡

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