#and then immediately shuts up and is just quiet with people he does trust

[ambrosykim]

look at my son🥹

[taeyongdoyoung]

enjoy the silence

summary: your usually quiet self becomes unusually loud around your boyfriend so you want him to make you shut up 👀 pairing: chan x reader genre: smut with hints of angst warnings: silence kink, insecurities, swearing, healthy communication 🥰 belt, fingering, eating out, overstimulation, piv sex, safeword used, pre-discussed scenario, dirty talk, pet names, kissing, overthinking, they're just idiots in love, your honour 😔 word count: 1.5k

You are generally perceived as the "quiet one" among your friends. Always the listener, never the talker. Honestly, you are more than okay with it. Most of the time, you can't think of a funny or interesting thing to say so you keep to yourself. And you genuinely enjoy hearing about your loved ones' days, even if you are not the best at responding with something witty. Some of them say one of the things that they like about you is that you don't give unnecessary advice but offer your support which is more than enough in certain situations.

All of that changes when you meet Chan. He makes you feel so comfortable that you open up without realizing. Sometimes you would babble for hours and he would let you. In most contexts, you would overthink your answer and end up not saying anything. But when you are with him, you don't have to think. You just freely say whatever is on your mind and are met with acceptance. It is like he unlocked a new part of you that you didn't even know existed.

One evening, you are out having dinner with Chan, and you are excitedly telling him about what you did today, what you ate, where you went, what outfit you wore and all the silly details you normally keep inside. He smiles at you adoringly, adding "Really?" and "That sounds nice" every now and then.

You are genuinely having a lovely time when you overhear a remark coming from the table nearby.

"Ugh, does that woman ever shut up? That poor guy..."

"I know, right? Must be so annoying..."

You immediately stop talking and gulp nervously. They must be talking about you. Were you really that loud?

"Let's go home," you say in a quiet voice.

Chan doesn't question it, he just gets the bill and you two make your way out of the restaurant. He drives you home in complete silence and when you are inside the apartment, he finally breaks the quiet spell.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You didn't even finish your meal..."

"N-nothing, I'm f-fine," you try to lie but your voice breaks.

"Tell me, please," Chan urges you to trust him with your concerns.

"Channie, do I talk too much?" you ask.

"Oh, so you heard those assholes, as well..."

"So...do I?"

"I seriously love hearing you talk, okay? I've seen how quiet you get around your friends and I am glad you feel safe enough to share all these stuff with me. And to be fair, it's kind of a relief, after a long day of me doing a lot of talking, I get to listen to you. These people at the restaurant were just jealous that no one wants to hear their nasty voices."

That makes you laugh and you bury your head in his chest, enveloping him in a hug.

"Don't you ever get tired? Don't you wish to shut me up?" you want to know.

"Where is this coming from? Forget about these fuckers..."

"Not in general. Don't you want to make me stop talking in bed?" you suggest boldly.

"Oh. It hasn't crossed my mind. Is that something you'd like to explore?"

"As long as it's with you, yes."

"With nobody else?" Chan runs a finger across your cheek.

"Nope, never," you admit.

"Well, I'll see what I can do about that."

Chan looks really tired from work and you probably shouldn't push his buttons right now of all times. But you really want to see him snap. Empowered by your previous discussions of this particular scenario, you decide to give it a shot. If he's not in the mood, you'll just drop it and let him rest. But if he's in...may the universe have mercy on you.

"So I told her, no, I don't want to get drinks for everyone, Susan, 'cause you never pay me back and you always treat me like a minion and then she said-"

Chan sighs deeply because you've told this story like three times already but doesn't interrupt you. Okay, he really appears exhausted, maybe this was a terrible idea.

"Tell me to shut up," you beg him at this point.

"Huh?" he blinks somewhat confused.

"I'm obviously being super loud and you're tired. So, make me shut up and take it out on me. Please?"

Realizing where you're going with this, Chan nods and the exhaustion suddenly disappears from his eyes. His gaze is now on fire as he squishes your cheeks with one hand and pushes you against the wall.

"As long you're begging," he smirks cruelly and kisses you.

Oh dear. He's never kissed you like this, so roughly and fervently, teeth clashing against yours, biting your lips until it hurts. You cannot speak even if you wanted to, which you don't. Completely losing yourself to the feeling, you let him do as he pleases.

Chan grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the bedroom. He pins you under him on the bed and starts talking.

"Always so fuckin' loud, huh?"

You shake your head in disagreement. You can be quiet if he wants you to. You'd do anything if it makes him happy.

"Got nothing to say all of a sudden?" Chan teases you and starts taking off your clothes.

You lick your own lips hesitantly but don't dare say a word. Seeing him like this is so unexpected but you can't get enough of it.

"What got you so shy, hm? I thought you loved yapping to me. All. Day. Long."

The way he enunciates each word would make anyone else think he was genuinely annoyed by it. But you know your Channie. You know that he wouldn't hurt you. Not unless you asked him to.

"Talk to me, baby, yeah? Why aren't you saying anything?" he asks while he's unbuckling his belt.

You refuse to speak and he takes it as a sign to continue. He smacks the bed with his belt and the action is so startling you unvoluntarily flinch as if you were the one hit.

"Are you going to speak or do you want me to force the words out of you?"

Oh, so he's going to use your own weapon against you? Very well, then. Two can play at that game. Let's see who folds first.

Chan takes the task very seriously and does everything he can think of to make you talk again.

"Come on, sweetheart, doesn't this feel good?" he keeps asking as his big fingers stretch you out deliciously. Yes, it feels amazing, but you are so stubborn you say nothing.

"Not even a moan? You're crazy," he laughs but doesn't give up.

He eats you out longer than you've ever thought humanly possible, making you cum over and over again. But you still hold on, fingers gripping the sheets and teeth biting the inside of your cheek.

"Was this okay?" Chan needs to know and you swear you see his eyes watering with emotion, begging to be praised for his otherworldly skills, but not even that can make you speak.

You give him a noncomittal nod, which obviously makes him even more competitive.

Finally, he thrusts into you so deeply, so overwhelmingly that it takes every ounce of willpower for you to not break. His hard cock inside you, his strong arms wrapped around you, his smooth voice talking to you, his beautiful eyes gazing at yours. It's too much, yet never enough. You want to tell him so many things. How much he means to you, how grateful you are for him, how happy he makes you, how-

"Be honest, do you hate me?" Chan interrupts your affectionate thoughts out of nowhere.

Huh? Where the fuck is this coming from?

"P-pineapple," you break your silence by saying the pre-established safeword because there is no way you could continue enjoying yourself and each other without unpacking this.

Oh, no. Chan just wanted to hear you speak again, but not like this.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he immediately asks in concern and stops his movements.

"Did you hurt me?" you answer sarcastically. "Did I hurt you? Why would you ask me if I hate you while literally inside of me, are you serious right now?"

"I was just wondering," he pouts adorably, "you weren't talking to me for so long, I thought you were mad at me or something."

"I wasn't speaking because that was part of the scenario we talked about! Of course, I love you, you big idiot! How could you possibly ask that?"

Chan smiles fondly and gives you a soft kiss.

"I love you, too," he giggles. "So, you're not hurt? We can keep going?"

"No, I'm fine. Yes, we can, I just said the safeword because I can't have you thinking I hate you under no circumstances. You're everything to me, okay?"

"Okay," Chan agrees easily. "But can I ask for something?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Please never shut up for real, baby. No matter how tired I may look, I love hearing about your day."

"I know. The same goes for you, yeah? You don't have to keep everything in, alright? I'll always listen to you. Whenever and whatever you want to say, I'm here for you."

"Oh, really? You'll be my good girl and listen? You'd do what I like?" Chan raises an eyebrow and you long to see what kind of demon you've unleashed.

"For you? I'd do anything," you promise.

"Then no more silence. I wanna hear you scream for me."

The End

[jellinuy]

(saw your announcement so imma get this in real fast) post jjk! ( everyone lives bc gege is a menace) gojo, reader, and suguru living together :3

( roommates! )

��ৎ incl. satoru and suguru.

౨ৎ a/n. first time i've actually written something that's NOT a drabble in like forever. can't decide on a format!! also i thought of reader being like their shoko, so this is completely platonic! urrghhh sorry this took me forever

living with the strongest duo would include...

Big house, first of all, because Satoru bought it. I’m talking, like, the three of you live in a penthouse, big.

Two VERY different sides of the house. Satoru's messy room consisting of strewn socks on the floor and food containers littered across his desk and an unmade bed and not a single cell in his brain to fix any of it until you or Suguru get on his ass: he says he has other things to worry about.

On the other hand, Suguru is something of a nagging mother when it comes to his sector of the house. Clean sheets every week, clothes in the hamper immediately after taking them off, shoes in his closet in a neat row, etc. You and Satoru like to joke about him having OCD.

Late night snack runs!! It usually starts with one of you complaining about being hungry at an ungodly hour, way too late for snacks but craving snacks anyway. It’s usually Satoru who gets you two up by video calling you from his room, making noise until you can’t take it anymore and decide to get up.

Suguru does most of the cooking. Satoru isn’t bad at it, per se, but he’s too lazy to try and so are you, let alone make big enough batches for three people.

Suguru is also lazy at times, but less than Satoru, so you two designated him as your personal chef.

Of course, there are always days when none of you feel like cooking — those are Satoru’s favorite days. You’ll order takeout (with his money), heaped in a tangle of legs and arms across the couch as you eat and binge watch whatever you three happen to find.

Suguru usually makes you guys lunch for work or school if you ask. Or even if you don’t.

Pillow fights! Or any kind of play-fight that involves throwing things at each other. They're usually initiated by Satoru when the mood strikes, and he'll literally beat you and Suguru over the head with pillows until the stuffing is everywhere or until you physically can't breathe.

A group chat! Satoru’s a frequent texter, Suguru not so much, whether it’s to show you two a picture of a stray cat he found, to ask what’s for dinner, or to beg for something.

Strangely though, when you or Suguru question him on why the trash isn’t taken out, he goes quiet.

Those two are the kind of boys who come into your room to knock something over and just leave without closing your door.

Movie nights are a must on weekends, unless one of you is extremely busy. That’s how the three of you unwind without really saying you need to unwind. You cuddle up on the couch in pajamas in one big messy heap and turn on a movie (based on who wins rock-paper-scissors) with a mountain of sugary and salty and spicy snacks at your disposal.

The three of you trust each other completely, so deep conversations are occasional, but comfortable. Neither of them would judge you for crying or being anxious or anything, and vice versa. When you need a hug, they’re there for that, too.

It’s not rare for the three of you to share a bed, or even cuddle. Granted, it took some getting used to at first, but now none of you find it weird, and it’s comforting to have a 6 foot heated body pillow, especially during the winter.

You three have an insane amount of inside jokes, and you bicker like siblings. Anyone who doesn’t get it would probably be concerned how much you insult each other.

“Shut the fuck up Suguru, didn’t you used to swallow balls?”

“Oh, shit.”

“Satoru, aren’t you still a virgin??”

“Fuck you! Y/N, what the hell are you laughing at, didn’t your date flake on you the other day??”

“Suck my dick!”

And then you’ll go back to whatever you were doing before like it didn’t even happen.

Whenever you or Suguru need to go shopping, you usually ask Satoru to Cashapp you before you go. He pretends to put up a fight, but to a guy who sees $2,000 as pocket change, he really doesn’t care. Hell, take one of his cards, go nuts.

[recklesssturniolo]

Can’t Help It - C.S

sub!Chris, mommy kink (yall voted for it dont blame me)

NSFW BELOW, leave if you’re a minor

Aimlessly walking around the mall with Chris, I feel a tug on my arm and turn my head to a smirking Chris. I roll my eyes as I realize he’s leading me into a lingerie store.

“I’ll buy you something come on” He smirks.

I follow him inside, scanning around with my eyes. Knowing he likes red on me best I walk over to a red set.

“What about this one?” I ask.

“Mmm think we can find better” He hums.

I nod and continue looking, before Chris bring my attention to a different set.

“This one” He says.

“You think so? I’m not sure if that’ll fit properly” I reply.

“Try it on first then” He shrugs.

We make our way over to the change room, my hand dropping his as I made my way inside, going to shut the door before Chris shoved himself inside.

“Chris! What are you doing? There’s no way this is allowed” I whisper-shout.

“I’ll stay quiet, I just wanna see” He says innocently.

I sigh knowing there was not use fighting him on this, and hand him the set to hold while I undressed.

“Turn around” I said.

“What? Why?” He asks.

“So it’s a surprise idiot” I laugh.

“Fine” He huffs.

Once he’s turned around, i finish removing my clothes and grab the set out of his hands. Putting the set on, I look myself over in the mirror and debate if I like it or not but before I could make up my mind Chris speaks.

“You’re taking forever” He whines.

“Oh relax you can turn around” I reply.

I watch as he turns around and his eyes immediately scan their way down and then up my body. A smirk immediately forming on his face.

“Looks so good ‘ma” He says, his hands pulling me in by my waist.

“Think so?” I smile, questioning whether I could feel him growing hard or not.

“Mhm, one look and I’m already hard for you” He mumbles into my neck, his lips trailing down towards my cleavage.

I laugh quietly before replying, “Chris we can’t in here”

“We just gotta be quiet, can’t look this good and expect me not to need you” He says, his lips leaving kisses on my breasts as his hands make their way to my ass.

“Just wait till we’re home” I reply, despite turning down his offer a wetness started to form between my legs.

“Fuck it we’re leaving now then” He says stepping back from me.

My eyebrows furrow slightly before I nod and change back into my clothes. Chris doesn’t spare a glance at any employees or people on our way out, his eyes staying on the exit.

Getting into the car he leans over the console and connects our lips. A groan falling from his mouth as I tugged on his hair.

“If we don’t stop I’m gonna fuck you in the back” He says.

Arguing with myself on whether to give in or not, I smile before deciding making him wait would be better in the long run.

“Drive then” I reply.

He adjusts himself through his jeans before starting the car and beginning to drive home. I smirk before placing my hand over his dick. His eyes flickering over to me before returning back to the road. We stay silent as I palm him, glancing over at him and watching his hands grip the steering wheel tighter the longer I continued.

Pulling into the driveway, Chris doesn’t waste a second, getting out and walking up towards the door. Unlocking the door we both walk in, him leading us towards the bedroom.

Shutting the door behind us, he sits on the bed and pulls me between his legs. I push him down and straddle him, my hips immediately starting to grind on him. Our tongues fight for dominance as the make out session only becomes more intense.

“Need you so bad” He mumbles through this kiss.

“Take off your belt” I say.

He does as I say, undoubtedly thinking nothing of it. Once he has it off, he pulls his shirt off as well, I grab the belt from him, pushing his arms upwards and connecting his wrists before looping the belt around them and tying them to the headboard.

“What - what are you doing?” He asks.

“Trust me” I smirk.

My fingers trail their way down his stomach, my fingers toying with the hem of his jeans before unbuttoning them.

I pull down his jeans, his eyes filled with anticipation as my hand now moved to his boxers.

“Are you gonna be a good boy?” I question.

“Yes yes I promise” He quickly answers.

I nod before removing his boxers, his dick smacking against his stomach as I did. His hips buckle upwards as he watches me spit onto my hand, my hand wrapping around him and slowly moving up and down causing his hands to attempt to pull away from the headboard.

“Been so patient for mommy” I say, beginning to move my hand faster.

“I need - please” He stutters.

“Need what hm?” I ask.

“I need your mouth, I - please mommy?” He pleads.

I nod before bringing my head down, my tongue swirling around his tip. His hands once again trying to pull away from the headboard.

Lifting my head up, I look at him before saying, “Be a good boy if you want me to keep going”

“Okay yes I’m sorry” He says.

I continue swirling my tongue around his tip before lowering my mouth further onto him. Whimpers leaving his mouth as I began bobbing my head up and down.

“Feels so good mommy fuck” He whines, his hips thrusting every so often causing his dick to hit the back of my throat.

My hand stroking what couldn’t fit into my mouth, his whimpers grow louder.

“My hands, please I need to touch you” He moans out.

I ignore his request, bobbing my head faster and feeling his dick twitch in my mouth.

“Mommy - I’m gonna come” He whines.

“Not yet pretty boy” I respond, his jaw dropping slightly as I pulled myself away from him, “You haven’t made mommy feel good yet have you?”

His hands buckle again in response. His eyes on my body as I began removing my clothes. Once naked, I spread my legs and begin playing with myself as he watched.

“Let me” He whines, his eyes still glued on me, “I’ll make you feel good I promise”

“Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?” I ask, my motions stopping.

“Yes god I need to taste you” He responds.

I smirk at him before reaching over him and undoing the belt, his hands immediately grabbing my breasts and toying with my nipples.

I bit my lip to suppress a moan, my hand laced within his hair as he took each nipple into his mouth and swirled it around it.

“Prove to me how badly you need me” I say.

He lowers his hands as I lay on my back, tugging his arm slightly to telling him to move between my legs. He quickly moves himself between my legs.

“So pretty mommy” He says, his eyes flickering up to mine, “So wet”

“Don’t make me wait come on baby” I tell him, my hand moving to the back of his head and pushing slightly.

Without a second going by I feel his tongue licking up my pussy, causing a moan to leave my mouth. His tongue makes its way from my opening to my clit and he begins flicking it. My back arches in response to the increase of pleasure.

“Such a good boy for me” I moan, him humming in response causing vibrations to flow through me.

He continues flicking his tongue, circling it around my clit and sucking. My climax growing the closer the longer he did.

“Taste so good” He says.

“Don’t stop, make mommy come. Show me how good you are for me” I groan out.

He does as I said, my hands pulling his hair harder as I felt my high take over. My thighs closing around his head as pleasure radiated through me.

“Fuck so good” I moan.

Following my climax, I pull his body up towards mine, his eyes looking directly into mine.

“Please - let me fuck you please mommy. I need to be inside you” He asks.

“Better fuck me good pretty boy” I reply.

He aligns himself with my entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of me. A whimper falls from his lips as he begins thrusting himself in and out.

“So tight” He moans.

“Harder, you can do better than this” I demand.

“I - yes yes” He responds.

His pace grows faster, his hips now slamming against mine as his dick made contact with my g-spot with every thrust.

“Yes - just like that, making mommy feel so good” I moan, my head tilted back as I felt a knot forming in my stomach.

“I can’t last much longer” He whimpers.

“Been so good for me, let go baby” I moan, barely able to control my own body from the pleasure.

He eyes clench shut and he throws his head back as I feel him fill me up, the sweat on his forehead noticeable with the lighting as moans repeatedly fall from his mouth. The sight of him was enough to push me over the edge, my legs wrapping around him as my body once again was flowing with pleasure.

“Fuck you feel so good around me” He whines out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his high died down.

I feel his eyes on me as my high comes to an end, his thrusts only stopping fully once he was sure I was finished. I pull his body against mine again, my hand thrown around his shoulders as I kissed him once, pulling away before speaking, “Seeing you beg is something I’ll never get tired of”

“Mmm can’t help it, you feel too good” He smiles back, “Next time I’m bending you over right in the change room”

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[ravenslvt]

why does your best friend’s brother have to be so hot??

☆ suna rintarou x f!reader (pt.4) ☆

links to pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

cw: porn with feelings, major confessions, lots of fluff, oral sex both m and f receiving, face sitting, suna has feelings.

the silence of the kitchen felt deafening. you and rintarou sat on the stools of the kitchen island counter while his sister stood at the other side, staring at you two. your legs swing, dangling off the tall stool with anxiousness filling your stomach.

“so… you two… have been-“ the younger suna starts.

“ami i-“ her brother speaks first, cutting her off

“shut your ugly mouth rintarou.” she scolds him. you stay silent.

“we literally look the same??” he puts his arms up in defense.

“rin, please stop talking…” you mumble to the middle blocker next to you. he just sighs and slumps in his seat.

ami takes a few breaths before speaking.

“i’m not mad okay…” she fidgets with her manicured nails while she talks.

“i just wish you didn’t feel the need to like, hide it from me, y’know?” she sighs. you two just nod. you felt awful, you two were the people she trusted most in this world.

“you’re right-“ you finally gain the courage to speak, but immediately getting cut off.

“not done talking” she scolds, saying your name in a warning tone. you pipe down.

your best friend’s eyes go to you. for such a cute girl, she sure knew how to make you tense up just from a look. her face softens suddenly.

“so, why did you feel the need to hide it from me? we both know you’re probably the only person i’d be comfortable with even dating my brother.” ami has a sort of frown on your face. it makes you sad the fact you hurt her.

“well we aren’t really even dating…”

“we’re not?” the brown haired man looks at you.

your eyes snap to rintarou.

“no, rin, we only hooked up like four times-“

“FOUR TIMES? it’s only been two weeks?- sorry my bad.” ami puts a hand over her mouth to quiet herself.

“well, yeah, but i was hoping-“

“is this really the time to talk about this right now?” you whisper to the man. he shuts up real quick. you look back to your best friend, giving her a genuine look.

“i’m sorry i hid it from you, ami. i guess we- well i at least was just scared you’d hate me or something. i never intended to lie or hurt you, we just got kinda caught up in it.” you honestly admit. she just nods, then glares at her older brother. “and you” she seethes. his eyes widen at her sudden switch up.

he may be her brother, but he's also a guy, and you are her best friend.

“my best friend? really, rintarou?” her arms are crossed over her chest, eyes boring into her brother’s head. rin sits up straight.

“look, i apologize for not telling you, truly, but i’m not sorry that i did it.” he says, looking back over to you. you drop your face into your hands. the man you loved was such an idiot.

ami sighs and speaks again after a few moments, making your head perk back up.

“i’m not upset. plus, it would be kinda hypocritical of me to be mad at you two.” she finishes, looking at you.

oh right. the miya twin…

rin looks between the two of you.

“um, what do you mean?” he has a curious but anxious look on his face, brows furrowed.

“you wanna tell him or should i?” his sister looks to you in consolance. you point at her. “this is your business, girl. all you”

she lets out an annoyed sigh before speaking, shifting uncomftorably between her feet.

“i’ve kinda been… talking to osamu since i graduated, but you can’t be mad becuase you’re also literally fucking my best friend soo…” ami says all in one breath. rintarou has an unreadable expression on his face.

“well, obviously.” he scoffs. both of your eyes widen.

“you knew?!” she yells in a suprised tone. he just nods.

“well no shit, he’s the one who told me to invite you to the party in the first place. plus i saw your name pop up in his phone when we went to lunch last week.” her brother explains. you just sit back and watch this uncomfortable situation unfold.

he looks at you. “you knew too?” he casually asks. you nod.

“well obviously, she’s my best friend.”

“hear that rin, my best friend” ami sticks her tongue out at her brother. you smile at the shift of the room, going from all serious to a sudden playfulness, the way ami always knew how to do.

“now go to your room or something, i wanna talk to her alone.” she points at the stairs for her brother to leave. he rolls his eyes, patting your head before leaving the room.

a few seconds pass, and she takes his seat, sitting next to you. she swirls the stool around to face you, voice dropping to a hushed tone.

“so… do you love him?” she curiously asks, with genuine curiosity.

“do you love osamu?”

“shut up, i asked first.”

“i do” you say without a second of thought. she just smiles. all anger from before subsiding into genuine happiness.

“you’re still gonna hangout with me though, right?” she asks, back to fidgeting with her fingers. you roll your eyes.

“of course i am. i’m still sleeping in your room everynight till i leave-“ you start.

“oh c’mon, she doesn’t get to hog you!” rintarou yells from the stairs, eavesdropping on your conversation. you both glare at him.

“no one asked you, rin!” she yells. you both laugh at the way he storms back up the stairs.

she'd be having a talk with him later too.

you talk about everything. osamu, the party, your plans in the next week before you leave.

you were relieved, your guilty conscience completely lifted from having to keep this secret from your best friend. you never expected her to approve, but she was happy both her best friend and her brother are able to find comfort.

plus she knew he had a fat crush on you the way he was staring at you the entire party the night before. she was drunk, but not stupid. her brother was so obvious. maybe it was just a suna thing.

but the thought that you gave him all those marks weeks ago made her shiver. gross.

there was only three days left until you go back. you’ve spent your last days going on mall trips, to the movies, taking walks in the park with your best friend. (and rintarou when he refused to stay at home, saying it was for your guys’ ‘protection’)

he just wanted to spend as much time near you before you left.

“stop moving” you warn rintarou, placing the sheet face mask onto his constantly jerking head.

“it’s cold…” he complains. you just roll your eyes.

“you’re the one who wanted to do this.”

“well yeah, because you were doing it.” he pouts. you giggle at him, your own skincare face mask soaking on your face.

ami left for osamu’s about an hour before, but not before giving you guys a ‘do NOT fuck’ warning. you both just smiled and nodded your heads.

“you’re cute.” you give him a small peck on his lips, one of the only parts that the skin care mask wasn’t covering. his hand reaches for your own, lacing his fingers with yours.

“be my girlfriend.” he softly says, his eyes meeting yours. you were glad this sheet mask was covering your face, or he’d see how flustered you were.

“what?”

“do you not want to?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

“well of course i do, but i-“

“be my girlfriend then. please?” he squeezes your hand. if your face wasn’t covered he’d be holding it.

it was kind of silly the seriousness of this conversation compared to the way you guys had literal sheets on your face.

“i live three hours away, rin.”

“so what? i have a car. i’ll drive down every weekend to see you, baby.” he assures you. his eyes read nothing but honesty and love.

“i couldn’t ask you to do that… you're so busy with volleyball”

“you wouldn’t. i want to. if it was up to me i’d keep you here. or even go with you." he chuckles, "i'll pay for your train rides to come to my games, i’m graduating in two years, we’ll figure it out.” you could see his small smile. his fingers gently brushing over your knuckles.

“okay” you nod.

“okay?” his eyes light up.

“yes” you laugh, he stands up from his chair, leaning down to kiss you, but you two couldn’t do much with these stupid sheet masks.

“take this shit off i wanna kiss you” he rips his own off his face making you pout.

“you’re supposed to leave them on for ten minutes”

“i don’t care, they were like a dollar each” he scoffs, gently peeling your own soft wet mask from your face. he was the one who went into the makeup store with you earlier to purchase them in the first place.

“what a money waster.” you smile up at him. the skincare residue making your and his skin shiny. he couldn’t lie, your guys’ skin looks fantastic.

he grabs your face, finally giving you a real kiss. your lips meet sweetly. you’ve kissed several times by now, but this time was different. it was full of tenderness and love instead of the usual rushed tension.

it was like you have all the time in the world.

his hand reaches in your hair, deepening the kiss. you sigh when his tongue rolls together with your own. your hands plant at his chest, you could feel his muscles through his shirt.

he snakes his free hand around your waist, bringing you to press against him.

you felt your panties dampen when his hand slides down from your waist, to your hips, to your ass.

“so…touchy” you mumble between kisses. he just smiles.

“you make me like this” he replies, gently biting your lip.

your hands go up to tangle in his own hair, tugging slightly to tease him. he just groans.

“c’mere, baby.” he sits on his bed, reaching his arms out to you. you join him, hopping onto his lap and kissing his face.

“wow, your skin is really smooth…” your hand goes to gently caress his face. he leans into your palm like a cat, making you giggle.

his eyes never leave yours, so full of sincerity and love.

“want you to touch me, rin.” you bring his hand to your lower stomach. he just chuckles.

“now who’s the needy one?” he mumbles, kissing you again before his hand slips into the waistband of your pants into your panties, his middle and index fingers finding your clit.

“this wet just from kissing?” he chuckles at you, making you pout.

“m’sorry” you whisper, stuttering when his fingers rub gently at your sensitive bud.

“don’t be sorry, pretty. it’s hot.” he smiles, pulling you back to shimmy your cute pants down your hips. you help him, throwing them on the floor of his room.

you’re left in your his oversized t shirt and your panties, moving to sit on him on the bed, but he stops you. you give him a questioning look.

“wanna try something.” he lays himself on his bed, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“want you to sit on my face.” he cheekily smiles, your eyes widen, but your insides tingle at the thought of it.

“i don’t wanna hurt you…” you nervously gulp. he scoffs.

“i could lift three of you if i needed to. i’ll be fine, sweetheart.” he assures. you reluctantly climb on the bed, still a little scared you were going to suffocate him. like he reads your mind, he speaks.

“if dying by your pussy is where i’m meant to die, it’ll be an honorable death.” this makes you roll your eyes, peeling off your underwear. before you could throw them to the side, rin snatches them, tucking them in the drawer next to his bed.

“hey!” you scold him. he rolls his eyes.

“need something to remind me of you.” his smug smirk made you want to slap him, but also want to kiss him. you opted for the second option. your tongue’s swirling together in a needy messy kiss.

he pulls back, laying himself back on his bed. you let out a breath, crawling up to him and nervously straddling his face with your thighs, facing his legs.

you gasp when he pulls your hips down to seat yourself on his face, his hot tongue swiping over your slick cunt. your face screws into tight pleasure as his tongue prods into your tight hole, making you grind down into his face.

his strong hands hold your hips down as if you were hoping to escape. your eyes flutter open while his tounge switches between playing with your clit and proding into your weeping hole.

your mouth waters at the sight of his erection begging to be released through his sweatpants. poor guy was grinding up into nothing. you lean down, reaching to rub him through his pants, making him groan into your pussy.

you hurriedly push his pants down his hips, along with his boxers. he was so tall you couldn’t reach your mouth to his cock in this position, making you pout. so instead you take your hand and stroke his veiny cock, his moans being muffled by him sucking on your clit.

you pump his cock, using the slick of the precum beading at his tip to lubricate him. his hips stutter into your hands as your finger runs over his tip, the slit of his dick leaking precum over your fingers. fuck how badly you wanted to lick it up.

you moan when his tongue explores your soaking pussy, your hands continuing to tease his raging cock. the tip bright pink from all your teasing.

“feels so good, baby, fuck!” you whine, your hips instinctively rutting into his face. he moans in acknowledgment, urging you to keep touching him while he eats you out like you were his last meal. his grip on your hips never faltering.

your wrist starts to ache from the constant pumping, but the pure pleasure of him licking and sucking at you was all you could think about.

this position was so fucking good. the way he had nothing to do but eat you out until you were trying to lift yourself off of his face, the pleasure becoming too much.

he pulls you back down in an instant, your constant squirming earning you a harsh suck on your clit, making you whine.

“rinn-“ you mewl, your thighs starting to quiver around his head. you’re panting, the strokes on his cock getting quicker and messier.

“f-fuck… keep doing that and m’gonna cum, baby.” he groans into your wetness. you let go, hands gripping at his abs as you feel yourself become undone.

your hips grind uncontrollably into rintarou’s mouth, heat pooling into your lower belly as you feel yourself clench around nothing, the feeling of him suckling at your clit making you cum all over his mouth.

you let out moans of his name, panting before finally moving off of him to let him breathe.

you move yourself between his legs, looking up at him. his lower face was covered in your cum and he was breathing heavily. you licked your lips at the sight, bringing your attention back to his raging cock.

you smile up at him, giving his member small pecks, making his breath stutter.

“want you to cum in my mouth, rin.” you look up at him through your lashes, tongue delving into the slit of his head, making his hips sputter and hands grip in your hair.

you giggle, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. he lets out dirty groans and grunts, his grip in your hair only getting tighter and tighter.

he knew he was gonna cum soon, already being so worked up from you jerking him off before. that along with you cumming all over his face just a few moments before.

his hips jerk off the bed with a loud groan when you take him as deep as your throat allows you, hands gripping into his strong thighs. you moan when his salty cum shoots down your throat, practically filling your mouth. you swallow it all, only a dribble falling past your lips, swollen and wet.

once he settled, you pulled off of him with a small pop, a string of cum and spit connecting your lips and his cock. you could feel his piercing gaze on you, his grip on your hair turned into soothing strokes.

you hold back a giggle at the way he looked at you with full admiration in his eyes. like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen. he pulls you up, immediately connecting his lips with yours. the way you both tasted each others releases made you sigh into his mouth.

you laid on his chest, kissing eachother gently. you pull back, smoothing down his hair.

he speaks first, your name coming off the tip of his tounge like a beautiful hum.

“i love you” he breathes out, his eyes searching your own. your heart quickens in your chest.

“you don’t have to say it back-“ he starts.

“no. i love you, rintarou.” you confess, leaning to kiss his cheek. he gives you an uncharacteristically loving smile. you’d never seen him in this sort of light before.

your mind completely avoiding the fact that in three days time, you’d be hours away, long gone from here.

“you guys didn’t fuck, right?” ami scolds, eyeing you two as you three ate the dinner she so graciously brought home for you.

“nope. on our best behavior.” rin responds, giving your thigh a squeeze under the table.

well, technically he wasn’t lying.

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a/n: ‘i have plans that i cannot share w you right now, because the haters will sabotage me’ wink wink. only planning one or two (maybe even three) more parts of this *cries*

☆ taglist: @jennasquishy8 @nekee-lilac02 @riiceandsoup ☆

[majinbangus]

Soap teaches you a new skill through unconventional methods...

"Ye really can't do it?"

You glance at the man who made himself at home on your office couch. He came in earlier after training, claiming he had free time, so he decided he best spent it bothering you. You should have kicked him out as soon as he walked through the door. Somehow, the conversation he started got into the topic of rolling r's, and now he won't drop your lack of ability to do so.

"Yeah? It's not a big deal, Soap, plenty of people can't do it."

"I guess I'm just surprised. Figured it'd be something you'd be able to do."

You laugh. "Where'd you get that impression?I'm incapable of it. Trust me, I've tried. Videos don't help, and neither does someone explaining how to move my tongue help. I just can't do it."

"Maybe it's because you haven't tried the MacTavish way."

Your eyebrow twitches. He's up to something, you know it. You can feel it in your bones. Don't encourage it. Just stay quiet. It would be best it you don't as-

"What's the MacTavish way?"

You fool.

Immediately, you know you should have kept your mouth shut, but Soap's slashes into a self-satisfied, cheshire grin. Like the cat that ate the canary, he got you. Easy.

"Well, darlin." He leaves his spot from the couch and saunters over to where you sit frozen at your desk, unable to do anything the closer he gets. "I'm glad you asked."

He's right next to you in a blink, planting a heavy hand on your shoulder. He squeezes tightly, and under any other circumstance, it would have been comforting, but all it does is make you feel like prey. You gulp, and it's clear he sees because his eyes track the movement of your throat, smirk plastered on his face.

You don't dare say anything, eyes wide and head tilted back to look up at him. You've never felt particularly intimidated by Soap before, but standing before you now, in his sweaty fatigues, he somehow looks bigger than usual. It ignites something funny in your belly, something you can't really acknowledge with him looking at you like he might eat you whole. And he just might.

But the scary part? You would let him.

"You see- " the hand he has on your shoulder smoothly travels up the curve of your neck until he's firmly gripping your scruff, pulling an embarrassing sound from your throat " -the MacTavish way isn't something I show you. It's something you feel."

"Feel?" Your voice cracks and his thumb rubs soothing circles against your neck.

"Aye, feel," he confirms with a nod and bends down suddenly, face hovering just over yours, breath puffing gently onto you. You can barely hold back a flinch at the sudden movement, but the hand he has on you holds you firm. "It's an important life skill, wouldn't you agree?"

"U-um, I wouldn't say it's-" He squeezes your neck and you clear your throat, correcting yourself. "Yes, sir."

He huffs out a laugh and gentles his hold as if in praise. It oddly makes you preen. "So you'll let me teach you, won't you?"

It doesn't really sound like a question- it more borders as a command, and fuck him because he's not even your sergeant- but you can't bring yourself to say no, or anything really. All you can do is meekly jerk your head up and down, heart racing in your chest, and do your best not to whimper when he chuckles at you and says, "Good pet, just follow my lead and I'll have you rolling your r's in no time."

He doesn't give you a chance to say anything, pulling you by the scruff and leaning in to capture your lips. You instantly fail at keeping your noises in check. Pathetic little whimpers and moans get swallowed into Soap's mouth as he doesn't even attempt at easing you into the open-mouth, dirty kiss. It's sloppy and messy, but it's slow so you can follow along, even while it has you feeling like jelly.

His hand lets go of your neck, but you don't get a moment to miss it because it's quick to grip you tightly beneath the chin, fingers curling over your jaw and into your cheeks, ensuring you keep your mouth open, not that you would have closed it, despite feeling yourself drool.

You feel his tongue press incessantly against yours, playing with it, before guiding it into his mouth. He lets you feel the way he moves and positions his tongue as he begins to softly roll an r, a gentle purr-like sound producing from his throat. It's a curious thing to feel, and you're careful not to disturb him too much, but he isn't deterred. He only stops to hum in approval at your gentle exploration.

He repeats the roll a few more times before licking back into your mouth for his own exploration, moving your tongue around until it's positioned like his was. He pulls back with a filthy string of saliva breaking off and a satisfied smirk on his face. "Try rolling your r's now, darlin."

You attempt it, and while it sounds a lot better than before your lesson, you still don't quite get it.

Soap doesn't seem bothered by it, though. He just chuckles and says, "Practice makes perfect. I'll let you feel as many times as you need, darlin. Now gimme a kiss."

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�� scene i wanted to include but couldn't:

Reader attempting to roll r's and Soap laughing at you because you 'look like a puppy trying to growl' 》

Be gentle please it's my first time writing an actual fic in a while (￣～￣；)

ugh i wanted to keep this shorter, sorry

[ginevrapng]

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄

pairing: fwb!james x reader

word count: 1.9k words

warnings and contents: 18+ contains some sexual content, teasing, touching over clothes, semi-public, james being super desperate to kiss you (and desperate for you in general), some cockblocking, 'love' being used as a nickname ||| chubby-coded reader

james shares the same class as you, history of magic, and sits next to you. no other marauders are in the class and there's barely any gryffindor's in general in the class so james always makes sure you and him sit together at the back where no one notices either one of you. he sits at the back away from everyone else, he doesn't interrupt the lessons or talk loudly with his friends, he's got something better to do, so people forget he's even taking the class, he doesn't get noticed. paired up with, you, already being, as james teases you about 'a nobody' no one ever pays attention to you both and how you always sit next to each other. he knows calling you a nobody doesn't bother you but it does make you pinch him in the arm in retaliation.

james takes this opportunity to try and talk to you as much as he can without you telling him to be quiet and shut up. binns drones on but james talks way to energetic for your liking in class that you worry that you'll get in trouble. even if you do want to spend your hour giving james your undivided attention, quietly chatting to him.

this particular lesson felt more lengthy and drawn out than normal for him and after class he's planning on setting up some elaborate prank in filch's office that if he told you about you'd absolutely scold him for, saying that it's too risky to do a prank like that in the middle of the day.

james looks around the room to check if anyone is looking his way and no one is. you slightly jump in your chair as you feel a hand placed on your knee. james is resting his hand on your knee and it's not scandalous at the moment but you never know what scheme james has going on in his head. you shift your head slightly and hiss at him, "what do you think you're doing potter!" james keeps looking where he was and looks like he's paying little attention to where his hand is before shushing you. "don't shush me potter, what are you doing? unlike you i'm actually paying attention in class!"

james grins at that knowing you well enough by now, you're such a liar. "hush love. i'm not doing anything." he's lying, you know he's lying, you know him well enough by now. you know that he's teasing you and if he keeps pretending he doesn't know what he's doing to you you're going to get frustrated just like he wants you to do because he thinks you look cute when you're mad and you can't let him win.

you suck your breath in when you feel his large callus palms start to gently stroke your knee, making you shiver in the process. you go to reiterate that he needs to stop because you're in class and you're interested in this class before james stops you by speaking first. "you're such a little liar love, we both know you're paying zero attention to binns. i don't blame you, it's binns. you can't use the whole good girl act who pays attention in every single class on me. i know how much you hate history of magic." he says entirely to smug and impressed with himself.

you grit your teeth regretting every decision that led you to sitting next to james bloody potter. "we've got exams soon," you muttered. at that james chuckled but quickly hid it behind an acted cough. you looked up at him and glared. james looks back and grins, annoying you more than you were.

he slowly moves his hand up your thigh causing your eyes to widen and you to immediately grab his wrist. "james!" you whisper shout at him, right after being said you were worried that you weren't quiet enough and someone might have heard you.

james' eyes soften as he looks at your panicked state and wide eyes, he doesn't move his hand but softly squeezes your plush thigh. "come on love. you trust me, right?" he doesn't push you, he thought before that you like it but are just a bit nervous but at this point james is second guessing his actions. he doesn't know if his heart would handle it if you said you didn't trust him or even worse if he's wrong and he's put you in a situation that you're entirely uncomfortable in.

you're not uncomfortable just wary but with james' words you breath and calm your worry. you have complete faith in him and you know that he'll never put you in a bad situation.

you slowly remove your hand from his wrist and james visibly relaxes before stroking your thigh up and down, barely applying any pressure, almost tickling you but definitely teasing you.

the longer james touches you the more relaxed you get in his hold knowing that you're not going to be caught and he's touching you in ways that bring you comfort, he always makes you feel safe. you realise at some point the idiot is tracing not patterns anymore on your skin but his own name. you distinctly feel the 'J A M E S' traced against your body. his hand gets higher up and you flush at the action. you shoot him a look of warning but he mouths to you, 'trust me love'.

your back straightens as you feel the pads of his fingertips brush up against your underwear. that's all he does, move his hand slowly against you, occasionally grabbing chunks of your thigh and putting extra pressure when he's touching your still covered pussy. he's obviously having fun teasing you and messing with you. he's going to get a book to the back of his head later if this carries on.

james' trousers soon become tight as his dick hardens more every time he grabs hold of your thick thigh and touches your knickers that are now wet from the attention james is giving you. his breath hitches as he feels your soaked underwear knowing that he's the cause of it. he checks the room again to make sure no one is suspecting anything or looking your way and with his other hand he reaches down and palms himself over his trousers.

his eyes dart all over you, taking in the feeling of your soaked underwear and your soft thighs. he see's you biting your lip so hard it's a surprise you're not drawing blood to keep from whimpering. you're trying to look composed but your face is mildly scrunched up because of the light teasing touching and all the stimulation. you look like a goddess. he nearly whimpers while looking at you.

you notice the movement when james starts touching himself and get wetter knowing this is affecting james as much as it's affecting you. you look at him and give him an all knowing smirk and james see's this and wishes so bad that he could kiss you right now that it physically pains him that he can't. you smirk and stifle a giggle as you look down letting him know that you've seen that he's hard. "not m'fault, it's yours. you're really hot," he tells you unashamedly. you press your lips together in a thin line as to not smile too much but james see's right through you. he wants to kiss you again, one where he bites your lip that makes you melt, a kiss that's hungry and passionate.

he wants to kiss you every time you smile, or try to hide a smile; or grin, or smirk, or pout, or get angry, or cross your arms, or laugh at his jokes. he wants to kiss you when he see's you in the great hall, when you furrow your eyebrows when reading something you don't understand in class, when you roll your eyes at him, when you're bantering and making playful remarks to each other. he wants to kiss you every time he see's you, he wants to kiss you when he can't see you. he thinks he must be addicted to your lips because no one has ever made fireworks go off around him and his body tingle with just a kiss.

he wants to brush his knuckles against your cheek and kiss you so hard that he wants to never let you go. he wants to take your hair that's fallen out of place and place it behind your ear while calling you beautiful. he looks at you longingly, wanting you so bad yet knowing that he's in class and he can't touch you the way he wants to.

"you're so fuckin' beautiful, love," he comes close to you and breathes into your ear. james is still touching you and you grip your quill causing your hand to become lighter due to the tight grip you have in hopes that it'll keep you grounded so you don't make any noises that people will hear.

the bell rings and he's still daydreaming about all the things he wants to do with you. as it rings you see everyone start putting their things away and james still hasn't stopped, clearly in his own world. you clasp his wrist and pull it away from your body, "james!" you say as loud as your anxiety of being caught lets you.

james snaps out of his daydreaming and looks to you and grins automatically at you, you give him a small soft smile in return. nodding your head over to the other students who are starting to sling their bags over their shoulders, "the bell james."

james coughs and clears his throat, trying to ignore the thoughts of you in his head and subtly making sure his robes cover his dick. "yeah, yeah. cool."

"james, what'cha you doing now? classes are over for the day and well... y'know, i'm kinda... do you wanna-"

"oi! james!" you both turn you head to the door to see the marauders outside in the corridor.

james has never been more pissed off at sirius than he is right now, wanting nothing more than to whisk you away from everyone else and keep you to himself for the next hour or two.

he knows at this time you typically go back to your common room and read alone in front of the fire now that it's getting colder out and james knows he could warm you up and keep you company while you complain to him about how annoying he was being but he can't. he's got a date planned with filch.

he squeezes your hand other the table and shoves his textbook in his bag before walking out, leaving you standing there alone. when all the marauders turn away to start walking you see james quickly swivel round and mouth out to you 'sorry'. you nod at him and force a smile. disappointed with not being able to spend more time with james you too grab your stuff and head out of the classroom.

"who's that girl prongs? looks like y'know her." sirius asks him curiously, not ever seeing the girl before in all his time at hogwarts.

"nobody." james replies. he already misses you.

[mysteriaqueen]

Good, right?

Sukuna x Reader Oneshot | Modern/College AU (i guess) | 777 words

Summary: You and Sukuna have been sent to gather the necessary ingredients for some cooking class. And now you're in an empty storage room. By yourselves.

He kissed me. He fucking kissed me.

You throw your arms up awkwardly and freeze. You can feel his lips against yours, warm and gentle. You don’t know how to react. No, you know how to react. You should push him off immediately. There is no universe in which you’d want Ryomen Sukuna kissing you. Except maybe this one.

He pulls back just barely with the most shit-eating grin on his face. So, naturally, you push him away. But what does that mean now?

“Oho, you’re only just now pushing me away. Why? Because now I know you like it?” he asks, smug as hell. “I absolutely did not like that,” you say, rolling your eyes and looking away.

But taking your eyes off him was a mistake. Because now he’s kissing you again, catching you off guard a second time. But this time his hands are on your hips and he presses his chest against yours. He’s warm and that warmth spreads through your body causing your eyes to flutter shut. You barely realize it but he’s kissed you multiple times now. Your awkwardly placed arms have come to rest against his. But once you feel his skin you’ve got enough presence of mind to push him off. And he lets you, stumbling back slightly with a laugh.

Why did I like that????

“What the hell is wrong with you?! God, you’re so weird.” He just rolls his eyes. “I guess you are too.” “What are you talking about?” “You’re over here kissing one of the bullies you claim to despise so much.” “You’re kissing me, and I don’t even like it!” you say with a huff.

He deadpans. “You’re gonna tell me you didn’t like that? After how many times you let me kiss you? With my hands on your waist. I saw how your eyes flutter closed, you know.”

Damn it.

“I was in shock.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, maybe the first time. Just admit it,” he says, stepping closer with the same smirk. “It’s okay if you like it. I’d actually prefer it that way.”

You sigh, closing your eyes (a mistake you haven’t seemed to learn from) and crossing your arms.

“Of course you would, but I don’t mPH-”

Yeah, he’s kissing you. Again. You catch yourself melting the tiniest bit before you pull away. And of course, Sukuna noticed. Your clue for that is that his grin somehow got cockier. Bastard.

“Are you insane?” “Possibly. No more insane than you.” “I don’t go around kissing random people!” “I only do it if I’m gonna enjoy it. And I’m thoroughly enjoying this. As are you,” he says, leaning into you more.

You panic on the inside about how good feels pressing you against the shelves and-

“Back up!”

He obliges. With a smirk, of course.

“You know, repressing your emotions isn’t a good habit to get into.”

You just roll your eyes. You aren’t even trying to, you just want a moment to accept them for yourself. Or reason them away so you can pretend this never happened at all. Is that so wrong?

You sigh, turning towards the exit.

“Listen, I want nothing to do with you. You and your group just get off on terrifying people who are already a little scared of you. Ew.”

You couldn’t hear the quiet footsteps he was taking over your rant. So when his warm body is suddenly right up against your back you gasp. And when he snakes his arm around your waist you stop breathing. And when his chin ends up on your shoulder it takes everything in you not to make an embarrassing noise.

“Wh-” 

You have to cut yourself off because you can barely trust your voice. You can feel his smirk on your neck. You swallow.

“What are you doing?” you whisper. “What does it feel like? Good, right?”

You just about short-circuited after hearing that. Some noise of shock and disapproval came out of your mouth but Sukuna just laughed. After some sort of button-mashing quick-time event in your brain you finally get the presence of mind to try and take control of the situation.

“We’re taking too long. We still have to grab some flour and get back to the demonstration.”

There’s a moment of silence where you’re praying Sukuna will show some mercy. And he does. He actually backs up. Well, of course, he’s laughing the entire time, But a win is a win.

“Fine. I let you off for now. But you know I’m not forgetting about this. It’s only a matter of time until you have to face this again. I’ll make sure of it.”

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[n0tamused]

A/n: Not a one-shot but crack hcs! Hope you enjoy. I don't often write crack stuff but it is really fun when I get to it :)

Content: Dr. Ratio x Reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, no pronouns used, just crack overall, short and sweet

-While Ratio can have lots of patience for people of all walks of life, he has found a challenge within you and your form of intellect.. It would be arguably the first time Ratio has found himself in some form of a stumped state due to some of your questionable actions or phrases. He just has to sit back and wait for a moment until his brain sets itself back in place and he can think straight again

-He often scolds you, but no matter what he says it's like your brain translates it to something completely different, and even if his words are harsh you take it as if he complimented you and praised you to no end?

-Man is confused. To say the least

-Once he caught you losing nearly all your money against Aventurine, stating “third time's the charm”. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW POKER?! Even Aventurine was laughing along in all the confusion one can show without being odd, and he had to say he wouldn’t have taken the money,  this was just a ‘friendly-fire’ sort of thing, he says. Well that’s lucky for you, considering you had rent and food to pay for!

-He drags you away while you jest about it and also apologize too, because he looks like he’ll explode

-Ratio may or may have not hit the top of your head with his codex..once or twice, but it’s all in good spirits - trust

-He really does mean well, especially if he seriously sees you struggling with something. He won’t hand you the answers on a silver platter unless it's a last resort sort of thing, but he would prefer to guide you to the answer, basically making you think outside the box and such until you arrive at the answer yourself. He is always open to advice and keeps an open mind, and with that he could entertain an idea you may have, yes.. even the more... silly ones. But also be ready to be shut down immediately for the absurd ideas you may bring up. He doesn't waste time nor does he like or plan to.

-Dr. Ratio is the voice of reason in your life, and he's there to reel you back to the ground when you may be getting ideas for something that would not benefit you, or god forbid - if you plan to do something risky that could harm you or your reputation.

-He often goes out of his way to make sure you’re doing things on schedule, so waking you up, sending you a message to eat (no crisps, go eat something good, something healthy), he’d send you articles about things he remembers interest you, papers on your favored topics

-A more tender thing he does is do your hair. It’s a simple thing yet it means a lot to him and you. Just a few minutes of quiet as his fingers thread or comb through your hair, brushing through it with meticulous moves, making sure he doesn’t pull or yank. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[heart2beom]

a lost bet!

pairing: frenemy!beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff, comedy

summary: you lose a bet to beomgyu and out of everything you'd think he'd ask of you -- money, to pour freezing water on yourself out in the snow, hell, you thought it'd be more likely for him to ask you to jump off a cliff and survive than telling you to take him out on a date.

word count: 2.2k

notes: cheesy stuff but if you read it till the end, a heart is always appreciated :') if you read it and liked it, please reblog ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

there are people who would be described as two peas in a pot, the half of the other, siblings from another mother -- the idea that they complete each other, that they work so well together that they must be of the same thread.

to describe your relationship with beomgyu, those metaphors would never even have came up in the light of day because you guys just don't work. you like what he likes and he likes what you like. you do what he does, and he does what you do. for heavensake, you've known each other since highschool and you still ended up in the same dream university, in the same dream careers, in the same fast food job! and that is exactly why you don't work. the arguments that fester from being just a little too similar got extreme back when you were teenagers, terribly extreme you couldn't even blame it on hormones.

girls who'd be interested in beomgyu every three weeks would come up to you at the randomest times to ask if there was anything going on between you two and the first couple girls, your friends would die of laughter because of how inaccurate the assumption was. "her and beomgyu? beomgyu with the long hair? him and y/n? the y/n that's standing next to us right now?"

it was safe to say that after a while, the entire engineering major knew you and beomgyu would never happen. and you were content with that.

that is until that day happened, the day you lost the bet.

you were feeling lots of things before he'd decide on a what you'd do - fear, fear was a big one.

"hey, go easy on me." you reluctantly said quietly.

"huh?" he put a hand behind his ear, "what'd you say?"

it was embarrassing enough that you couldn't complete the software in time when you're known in the major for being the fastest, but it was even worse to give beomgyu the satisfaction of you being scared. you already caught a smirk on his face, fucker.

"i said...go easy on me you prick."

"okay okay here, since you're begging, i'll give you a deal." he folded his arms, acting like he was thinking of this on the spot. "i'll go easy on you if you don't ask any questions about my dare." and that was when you knew that he had this planned out - you took the bait anyway, just of the small chance you might avoid jumping off a cliff.

"okay, i accept the deal, whats the dare?"

"take me, choi beomgyu..." he was elongating every vowel and you'd hate to admit it but every time he does it, as annoying as it is, it does manage to do its job and keeps you on your toes to want to know what he'd say next.

but the long pause that day was way more annoying than usual.

"just say it!", you yelled.

"on a date!" he yelled immediately in response. "jesus christ you're so impatient."

beomgyu saw you open your mouth to say something and he anticipated it so he quickly shut you up with a finger on your lips.

"no questions, remember?", you rolled your eyes and snatched his finger off your lip. "here are the rules. one, you're paying for everything-"

"broke ass." you cursed under your breath and he caught it.

"who's working three shifts again?" well, that got you quiet. "two, it has to be the best date i've ever been on. like spectacular, jaw dropping, 5 star restaurant. you know i'm a wanted, highly desirable man. and three, if you break the rules, you'll have to try again. but hey, i trust you'll get it on the first try. i'm going to go easy on you."

and that is how you find yourself on the 9th try of trying to woo beomgyu with a date and finally get the dare over with. i'm going to go easy on you? bullshit.

the first three times, it was aggravating to know that you failed and had to go on another date. the next four to eight times, you viewed it as another assignment to overcome - like a game? that period was ambitious (hello, you literally drove four hours for one of the dates once) so when even those failed, you entered your nine times to how many the fuck you know times. you've never went on this many dates with someone you weren't even in a relationship with.

and by now you'd figured that beomgyu was just freeloading off of you. that asshole. you would totally do something like that..

like it was the devil's calling, beomgyu came through the door of the desserted cafe that you part timed at.

"hey! welcome to bist-- beomgyu." you said his name grimly, staring at him walk over to your register.

"oh my god, i did not know you worked here! fancy seeing you partner!"

"beomgyu, you literally used to work with me-- you know what? no. i just took the last order. we're closing the store."

he looked at his wrist, like he was reading a watch but when he dropped his hand down, there was indeed, no real watch.

"it's seven on a thursday, you aren't fooling me."

you groan dramatically like a child, frustrated. "what do you want beomgyu? i can't afford to hear your voice one more time this week, i'm serious i think i need to get myself checked out before i'm driven to insanity." you mumbled as he looked up at the menu, his iris going left and right trying to decipher which one would be the cheapest, and not taste like total shit. "can i get a...hmm...this is a lot of options..."

"a triple shot soy decaf vanilla latte with whipped cream?", you filled in.

"no not--wait, hold on. that sounds really good."

"because it is good." you said rolling your eyes playfully, this time.

"is it cheap?"

"the cheapest." you said, cracking a smirk. it was times like these where you remember that you and beomgyu are still the friends part of the frenemy title you both chose to adopt.

a more genuine fond smile warmed up on beomgyu's face, because he had the same exact thought.

"well its not technically the cheapest--" he started.

"don't ruin the moment beomgyu." you said heading to the backroom.

"i'm just saying, you were being deceitful! also there was no moment!" you heard beomgyu call out. secretly, you let out a quick chuckle to that.

when you finally got him his order, you expected him to leave...but of course, you thought too highly of him. because there he was, elbows on the counter, sipping his coffee (milkshake) really..really loudly. it was like his sole purpose was to annoy the fuck out of you.

"do you want me to direct you to a table mr. choi?" you said in your fake nice voice sarcastically as your back was turned from him to wash the tools that you used.

"y/n i have a question."

"answer mines first."

"when is the next date--i mean, like, your next, um..attempt? try? what are we calling it?"

you exhale, you knew he was going to mention it.

"it's today. surprise!" you turned around with a terrifying toothy smile, doing jazz hands.

"you just decided this last minute didn't you?" you shook your head, still keeping up a smile. "also stop smiling like that oh my god."

and the smile was dropped. "okay, so what if i decided just now? you know, the cheapest dates are the best dates."

"literally nobody has ever said that." he said, taking another sip of his drink, shaking his head slowly disapprovingly.

"no, yeah you're right i don't know why i just did." you said, very much perplexed those words came out of your mouth -- you'll call it your first stage of insanity.

"look, i'm going to be completely honest, i don't think you'll ever top the paris hot balloon date with that cute foreign chick."

you scoffed, coming closer to the counter with your arms crossed. "um pfft, i thought we collectively, we as in the whole world by the way, agreed that you made that date up."

"you're the only one who thinks it didn't happen, i literally showed you pictures! and it's not that hard to believe, i am universally hot stuff." he shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. "wait hey, i think i still have the pictures, let me show you."

his eyes were narrowed, scrolling on his phone.

"okay okay, enough. also don't call yourself hot stuff again." you covered his phone screen and he looks up at you confused. "lets say it did happen.."

"it did happen!"

"...if you knew i wasn't going to top your extravagant paris date, why'd you even add the second rule?"

for the first time, beomgyu didn't have an immediate response. he was quiet, way too quiet.

"look, you can just tell me you were trying to freeload off of me." beomgyu looks taken back, his face scrunched up, so you add more to clarify, "i would be pissed but you don't have to be all secretive about it. i can get over it if you pay me four hundred dollars in cash--"

"let's say i was freeloading off you, which by the way, i should've thought of that--"

"correction, you were freeloading off of me."

beomgyu ignores you. "you know what, i just thought of something. there is one way you could top the hot balloon paris date."

your interest was piqued but you try not to show how your ears perked up, and clear your throat. "what is it?"

despite your attempt to seem disinterested, when beomgyu motions to bring your head closer so he can whisper something, you don't hesitate.

"i don't know, maybe it'll be too hard on you...like it takes a lot of courage--"

"just say it!" you yelled impatiently.

"say i liiike you beomgyu-ah~" he said with what you think is a pout, and top of that you'd bet a hundred bucks that he was fluttering his long lashes too.

you pull your head away. "beomgyu."

he shrugged. "i'm giving you a very easy task, take it or leave it."

you exhale, its true. it isn't that bad. "i'm not doing the aegyo though."

"thats the entire point! just don't do it at all then."

"oh, okay. bye, it wasn't pleasant seeing you beomgyu, as always." you waved him away and start untying your apron to leave your shift, but beomgyu was still there. because you've heard the third groan in a row.

you, however, didn't notice that he came to the back in the register area until you felt his hand touching your struggling ones that were trying to untie your apron for the past..three minutes now.

you dropped them to your sides, feeling a little awkward at the sudden proximity.

"were you actually going to close?" he asked as you felt beomgyu trying to untangle the knot.

"no that was a lie, i'm leaving because my shift ended."

"huh. you know i was about to apologize for bothering you. and i never apologize."

"who said you weren't bothering me anyway? in fact, you've been bothering me this whole month more than normal."

you looked back to beomgyu, "why'd you stop? can you try to untie it faster?"

"alright alright, jesus."

the rest of the time that he spent untying the knot, it was quiet. oddly.

"done. i have to go now though, homework and stuff." he said backing away.

you stopped him by holding his wrist back. "hey, are you mad? it's kind of weird, i've never seen you mad."

he looked back at you with a raised brow. you rolled your eyes, correcting yourself. "okay, well i've never seen you mad this month"

you let go of his wrist because hes fully turned to face you, with his arm crossed.

"maybe, maybe i wasn't mad because i didn't see hanging out with you to be the biggest nuisance in the world."

"well..you're mad now."

"say i like you."

"huh?"

"you don't have to do the aegyo, i'm exempting it because i am a very nice friend."

okay, so now you're lost. you don't know what's going on, at all. but hey at least you'll get a perk of ending the dare!

do you...want to end the dare?

okay, what the actual fuck. why are you having that thought?

"i like you beomgyu-ah." you mumbled reluctantly in the most monotone, robotic voice ever. and his previous sorta serious face morphs into a fit of laughter.. KNEE slapping laughter.

"god you should've--you should've seen your face!" he said pointing at you while he uses his other hand to hold his stomach. like an elementary bully ad.

and the fit of laughter continued.

"was that whole im mad act fake? you're...ugh." you groaned. another day, another beomgyu being a total dick.

you took beomgyu by the wrist again to push him out of the back. "bye! it's time for you to leave!" you said loudly.

"alright alright i'm leaving--ow!"

you had to go through seeing him laughing all the way to the exit door, but hey, at least he was gone. you sigh, relieved.

but then you hear the ding again.

"i like you too by the way" beomgyu shouted out. and then left again.

typical annoying, irritating, choi beomgyu. leaving you to make an analysis of what he meant by saying that... for the entire night.

[solitaszn]

curtains | ted lasso ✧˚ · .

Pairing: Ted Lasso x fem!reader

Summary: under the employment of one trent crimm at afc richmond, you are the second American hire and only female journalist at the club starting to make headlines following the head coach being the first.

Warnings: cursing

WC: 980

Author's note: This is really my first multi part fic so be gentle!

"Why does AFC Richmond keep hiring Americans when it is on the brink of relegation?"

Ted stares at the article in dismay and then looks at your desk from the window. He gets up and shuts down his laptop, making his way to your office. You hear his gentle knocking on the glass. your eyes brimmed with tears and your head in your hands as you reread the words "hiring Americans" and "relegation". 

"Uhm, come in, Ted!" you say, blinking away your tears.

"I saw the email, I’m awful sorry about that," he said.

"No it’s fine; you know how the journalists are here, especially at The Sun."

"Yeah. So hot-headed," he joked

You giggled; it wasn’t even that funny, and you still laughed so hard. It’s probably the first time Ted got you to genuinely laugh since you started becoming an assistant to Trent (now independent), who wanted to get an American’s eyes and edits on his writing for his book about Ted Lasso. Ever since you got to Richmond, you have been reserved and quiet in the office you and Trent shared, which he rarely used. only there to follow him when he had questions about certain American mannerisms that he did not want to ask Ted or Beard about, not wanting to spoil details about said book.

"I’m glad to see you laughing again." It’s nice to have you around; I hope you know that." He winked at you and walked back to his desk.

He caught a glimpse of you smiling and being giddy, with your face turning a shade of pink. Ted didn’t realize he had stopped doing his work and started staring at you until Roy stood in the doorway and made it obvious.

"Put your fucking tongue back in your mouth, or I’ll tell her to get a curtain for that office, you freak."

You said a muffled, "Roy?"

"What?" He’s the only person he tolerates in the locker room office. People often thought the two of you looked related until you spoke. Your dark hair and eyes, and the fact that you both often wore black. You wore it just to be professional, but he did because he couldn’t stand being in color.

"Do you think I’m bringing down the club for being American?"

Dumbfounded, he replied, "Who the fuck said that?"

"The Sun?"

"And why the fuck would you listen to those fucking pricks?" They don’t fucking work anywhere near as hard as you do."

It’s true that although you were technically an assistant journalist for Trent, you took it upon yourself to do other things around the club for the team. often on coffee runs, helping Will, answering emails for Trent, or really anything you could keep yourself busy with. It didn’t help with your personal life, though; you overfilled your day so much that when you get home, you’re too exhausted to do anything else.

"Thanks Roy."

He grunted and left.

You finally clocked out and headed to your car when you caught Ted on his phone next to it.

"Oh, hey, Ted, what are you still doing here?"

"Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to have a drink or something."

"Ted, I would love to, trust me, but I’m just exhausted, and I’m seriously considering just sleeping in my car."

"I mean, heck, I could drive you home if you don’t mind."

You threw him your keys. Unlocking it, he opened the door, still forgetting that it wasn’t his side. Him still leaving the door open for you to get in and jogging to the other side.

"I’d have to say this is the most normal car in this parking lot; there are too many fast Italian ones here," he says as he drives out of the lot.

You scoffed, "You couldn’t make me buy one, I need a Subaru."

"I immediately could tell you weren’t from around here with this janky thing."

"Janky? Were you expecting me to pull in with a huge Ford F-150, Ted?"

"I would’ve liked you to, would make me feel right at home."

"No way you had one!" I wouldn’t have pegged you for a truck guy."

"Yep, a huge navy blue one, had a Kansas State Shockers sticker on the corner of the back window. That’s how I could tell which one was mine.” You could tell he was so happy that he could talk about the American college experience with someone other than a Beard.

"How long did you coach at WSU?"

"Five years took us all the way to the national championship."

You yawned in between words, "That’s amazing, Ted."

"God, I hope I’m not boring you," he laughed.

"You’re so mean! and you missed the turn, just take this left, and we can get into the parking garage."

"Ooh, a parking garage, that’s mighty fancy” he chirped.

"It’s what happens when you don’t spend $400k on a car."

You both pulled into your spots. Once you were parked, you gathered your things. "Here we are, home sweet home," Ted said enthusiastically.

"Actually, Ted, sorry, do you mind if you walk me to my flat? It’s just that it’s late and dark, so I-"

"No, yeah, of course, no need to apologize,” he said, closing the car door that was followed by two beeps echoing off the cement walls.

"Thanks, and thank you so much for bringing me home; you really didn’t have to."

"It was my pleasure, darlin'," he winked.

Surely you hadn’t heard him right. Darlin’? Was he flirting with you? You walked to the door and swiped your security card to get into your building. You turned to hold the door for Ted; you hadn’t noticed how much he towered over you. His six-foot stature made you question how you also hadn’t noticed his shoulders and strong arms. Were his eyes always that warm brown?

chapter 2

[literary-motif]

Act II — The Clouds

Scene ii — The Wraiths 

previous scene // overview // read on ao3 // next scene

Warnings: guns

You let the VW door fall shut behind you, the feeling of being under observation immediately palpable. Tara’s people were not subtle. As you stood before the bulletproof car — decidedly before it — you could not help the feeling of being exposed, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

Asirel came to stand beside you as you looked up at the golden letters, shining a solid white once the sky darkened. The Quetza Hotel. It was less impressive than you remembered, or perhaps you had gotten used to the quiet elegance of Atlantis, unimpressed by whatever tried to imitate its grandiose charm. 

There was a biker next to the large Roman staircase, standing by his polished black motorcycle. You could not see his eyes, hidden beneath the helmet, but you felt his gaze burning into you. 

“See the guy over there?” you asked quietly, leaning closer to Asirel and brushing down your coat to clear it of invisible dust. You were stalling, allowing the gang a few minutes to gather, and prepare their little play of intimidation — you expected nothing else from Tara, no matter the hidden gentleness she had shown you many times; this was business — before you would make your way to the entrance and get straight to the point.

“Yes,” Asirel said, not daring to lower his gaze from the golden letters above. He was tense, painfully aware of just how defenseless he was. 

You turned to face the biker, walking up to him with intention. Asirel shuffled to follow, his heartbeat loud in his ears as he wondered what exactly you were doing, walking into danger like that. 

“James,” you greeted, coming to stand a few paces before him. “What a surprise to see you here. I thought you’d be holed up in your office fawning over Excel spreadsheets.”

Silence, but you could see the almost unnoticeable clenching of his fist. On the surface, he seemed unfazed, but you could see the disdain on his lips as he tilted his head and pulled up his visor. 

“Likewise,” he said, ignoring the second half of your comment. A few strands of brown hair were plastered to his forehead. His eyes were sharp as he glared at you with the cold gaze you were sure he wore when pouring over his work as a financial advisor. His eyes flickered to Asirel. “Brought your pet?” 

You felt Asirel stiffen beside you. 

“How is your nephew?” you asked drily, the corners of your mouth twisting upwards when his eyes widened in alarm. 

Perhaps it had been a bad idea to reveal your card like this. It was a rather delicious surprise that never got old: flaunting knowledge in their face that you — by all rights — should not have. And this was a particular secret you had kept close to your chest for years. 

James straightened, drawing himself up to his full height. One hand went to his hip, where you could see the outline of his gun. The warning was clear. Tread carefully. You were under no illusion that he would shoot you in an instant if you posed a threat to his family.

You held his gaze, blinking at him unimpressed. “I’m here to meet Tara.”

He scoffed. “Tara’s busy.”

“She will have to reschedule. This cannot wait,” you said. This should have been sufficient time for them to be prepared for your arrival. You walked towards the staircase, watching Asirel move as well after a moment’s hesitation.

James did not follow. 

“How brave of you to turn your back on someone with a gun, ready to take aim and fire at us,” Asirel hissed, searching the glass of the hotel door to look behind him in its reflection. James was still standing beside his motorcycle, gun decidedly not raised to tear him open. “Won’t being here with you put a target on my back? More than this, in the metaphorical sense.”

You kept walking, not glancing behind you. “Sometimes we need to take risks, Asirel.”

He did not look reassured. 

“Relax. You are safe with me. This does not work if you do not trust me,” you said, pushing open the double door to the lobby, noting the absence of a doorman. 

The lobby was surprisingly empty for such a large hotel chain, and you stepped onto the purple carpet, leading across the tiles of green marble towards the brown and golden reception desk. There was a large staircase leading upwards, the golden banister polished to a shine. It practically sparkled in the light from the chandelier above. 

You made no secret of your arrival, directly walking towards the grim-looking treasurer of the Wraiths standing at the reception. They glanced up as they saw you approach, lowering their gaze towards the register again, feigning to be busy. Their uniform was navy blue, adorned with black buttons that bounced lightly as they turned the page, scribbling something in the margin of the thick, red register.

“I’m here to see Tara,” you said, suppressing the urge to ring the golden bell beside you as they did not look up when you spoke. 

“Tara’s busy,” they said dismissively, not raising their head as they continued writing. 

You waited a moment, looking at the movements of the pen as they ceased, but the treasurer did not look up, instead turning the page to read something else. You had had enough. 

“Look me in the eye when you lie to me,” you said harshly, clicking your tongue as you saw their head snap up instinctively before resentment clouded their eyes for having given in so quickly. “Now let’s try that again. I’m here to see Tara, presently. It is pressing.”

The treasurer looked at you unfazed. “However pressing it may be for you, it is—”

You took a glance around the room. Not much had changed since you’d been there last, meaning the lounge she used for meetings was still behind the sliding wood door to your right. “In here?” you interrupted them, raising your hand towards it.

They followed your movement, hesitating a second too long. “She is not there,” they said, keeping their eyes on the door. 

You shook your head with a scoff, giving them a displeased look as you walked towards it, ignoring their protests as you slid it open. 

Why everything had to be a game of lies and pretend with the gangs, you could never understand. It was a chaotic business, aggravating and dangerous. The members were volatile. You could not know for certain that the treasurer was not about to pull out a gun and shoot you the moment your back was turned — but you did know Tara, and that eased your mind. 

Of course, she was in the lounge, just like you had assumed. 

Tara sat on one of the mint green couches, cradling a cup of steaming tea. Her brown hair framed her face loosely, the strands barely reaching the black suit jacket she wore. “You could have knocked,” she said, taking a sip of her tea as her brown eyes snapped up to study you. 

Security was stationed in every corner of the room, ominously peering over you in what you thought was supposed to be a show of her upper hand. 

It made you smile in amusement, picturing how they had scrambled into the room once they had seen your car approach. How they had waited with bated breath until you were done antagonizing James, slipping past the treasurer until they could give you their best dark glare. It was a pretense, an act. 

Still, you knew their guns to be real — locked and loaded.

Asirel was on your heels. You let him step inside, sliding the door shut behind him. “All this for us?” you teased, gesturing around the room towards the security as you made your way further inside. “My, my, Tara. You honor me. It’s not as if I’ve started carrying a gun since the last time we met.”

“I like to play it safe with you,” she said, her gaze flickering to Asirel before settling on you again. “It’s not every day you grace my humble hotel with your presence. Who have you brought?”

“A close colleague, Asirel Cain. Now, tell me” — you said, sitting down on the mint green couch in front of hers, subtly brushing over the cushion beside you to motion for Asirel to sit down as well — “What is this I hear about a blackout?”

Her expression darkened, eyebrows furrowing in displeasure at the reminder of the latest little catastrophe that had plagued her life, no doubt still pulling at the strings to clean up the mess left by the confrontation. She took another sip of her tea. “A minor strife, nothing to bother you with,” she said. 

“Oh, but it bothers me greatly,” you said, reaching a hand into your coat. 

The security tensed immediately. You watched as they reached for their guns, and you pulled out an envelope. They eyed it — the large guy in the corner in front of you breaking his poker face to frown in confusion — and observed keenly as you retrieved a handful of pictures, spreading them on the coffee table and presenting them to Tara. 

“It bothers me greatly,” you reiterated, “when two of the most important gangs in the city go at each other’s throats and kill half a dozen civilians. How difficult do you think that is to keep out of the papers!”

“That’s not what happened!” she spat, glancing at the pictures briefly. She knew the damage the blackout had caused firsthand and had spent all night working out a plan to fix it again. 

The issue was more complex than you presented it. Part of her thought that you knew. It would not be the first time you hid behind supposed ignorance, not letting on how deep your understanding of the issue went in favor of manipulating your way through the conversation. 

“Regardless,” you said sternly, watching her bristle at your tone. “Tell me it won’t happen again.”

Her jaw clenched, lips pressing together in a thin line. Her eyes remained fixed on you, their sharp coldness replaced with quietly burning anger as she glared at you. 

“I cannot speak for the others,” she said, her voice steady despite her fury. “Perhaps you’ll swing by and talk to them yourself while you’re in the city? I’m sure you could use some of the stuff in their basement. Might help to take the edge off.”

You scoffed, ignoring her attempt to rile you up. “Come to an agreement with them. A truce,” you said, motioning towards the pictures. “I’m tired of watching you run around like lunatics, setting cars on fire and blowing up shops.”

“We do neither!” she said, afterward taking a deep breath. 

It would not do to have anger cloud her mind, although it was aggravating how easily you managed to get under her skin. She finished her tea, closing her eyes to savor the taste and cool her boiling blood. 

Tara sat down the mug, looking at you coldly once again. “Since you are asking so nicely,” she said, “I suppose I could work something out. The hotel could use a little extra publicity in return, don’t you think?” 

Your eyes narrowed. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, Tara,” you said. You did not come to make bargains, especially not on her terms. “My very presence is a favor to you. If it were up to me, I’d eradicate all the gangs and split Quetza into four little hotel chains to even out the market, and with one more incident like this blackout, I very well might!”

The fire in her eyes relit instantly. She was furious at being disregarded, angry to be threatened in her own hotel. Nobody dared to speak to her with such an edge in their voice — and you did realize belatedly that perhaps you brought a gun to a swordfight — and as she tensed, wrath in her expression, you anticipated it when her gaze flickered nearly unnoticed to the security guard in the corner behind you. 

It was a signal, and it worked, of course. 

You heard heavy footsteps draw nearer from all sides. Gritting your teeth, you fought against the sudden spike of anxiety at the feeling of being caged and tilted your head instead. You did not need to turn around to know that the security guard behind you had a hand on his belt, resting calmly on his gun, waiting for Tara’s words on an order that would never come. 

“Are you threatening me?” she asked, her voice steady despite her anger. 

You felt Asirel tense next to you. He clenched his hands into fists to hide their trembling, resting them on his thighs. He thought his heartbeat was audible from how loud he could hear it in his own ears. 

“I am warning you,” you said, “and if you don’t relax and trust me on the importance of this, I will have to tear you down.”

It was a thinly veiled message — words you had told him before — and Asirel caught on. You heard him take a deep breath, trying to calm down despite the looming figures in your periphery. 

“I am tired of needing to keep an eye on Stockton, Tara. Either do as I say or suffer the consequences — and they will be dire. Not only for Quetza, crumbling into dust over your shortcomings, your childish inability to sit down with your rivals and come to an agreement. It will destabilize the entire branch, and you will be left with nothing but the ash of your faded importance. And what future will that be for you? Keep your people in check!”

A loud thump came from somewhere above, ripping through the tense silence your words had created. It made you jump, startled by the unexpected noise of something tumbling to the ground. Asirel muttered a curse under his breath. Security tensed, looking at each other. Tara glanced at the ceiling, frowning in confusion.

Hurried footsteps made their way down the stairs into the foyer, the trampling clearly audible. A muffled sound of protest came from the treasurer before the door to the lounge was rolled aside. Someone darted in.

The reaction from the security was immediate. They pulled out their guns, aiming them steadily at Asirel and you as a little head of whirly black hair ran towards Tara, clasping something in his little hands.

“Mom,” he cried, crashing against her and burying his face in her shoulder. “It broke an— and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Dad— Dad will— he will—”

“Elias,” she said, wrapping an arm around his shaking shoulders to comfort him. Her tone remained stern. “What did I tell you about coming in here?”

The little boy raised his head, looking up at her with tears in his eyes. He took a shuddering breath, his voice cracking. “But—”

“No ‘buts,’” she said, cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears away with her thumbs. “This is very important. Do you understand, my little star? Never come in when the door is closed. That means there are people over, alright? Elias, honey, promise me. Hey.”

You took in the scene in front of you, eyes flickering to the security guard to Tara’s left. He looked at you with such intensity that you could not help but stare back. His trigger finger twitched. He was eager to shoot you at one wrong move, now that her son was here. Slowly, you raised your hands, keeping your eyes on him as if daring to find a threat in your placating gesture. 

Asirel had gone entirely rigid. His fists clenched impossibly tight. You supposed this was not his first time facing the barrel of a gun, but the feeling of being helplessly surrounded must have been new to him.

“Pro—mise,” Elias sniffled, looking down sadly at what you saw to be a star chart, the turning pieces of the complex design now loose. “It broke, mom. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Dad—”

“He’ll understand, sweetheart,” she sighed patiently, cradling a hand through his hair. “We’ll take a look at it together later, yeah? Maybe we can fix it.” She moved her hands to his shoulders, turning him around gently before placing a kiss on the crown of his head and pointing him towards the door. “Let me finish this meeting first and I’ll come help you. Alright?”

Elias looked unconvinced, his lower lip wobbling again as he clutched the chart. “What if we can’t fix it?” he croaked wetly, turning to look at his mother again with new tears in his eyes. “What— Dad will— he’ll never let me use his again! But I didn’t mean to. It was an accident. Was an— an accident, Mom. I’m sorry.”

She shushed him, smoothing out his hair to get him to calm down. Elias took shuddering breaths, his little shoulders shaking from their force. 

“It’s not broken,” Asirel said gently, keeping his voice light despite the discomfort and primal fear of being shot battling to choke him up. He kept his eyes on the little boy, now turning to look at him curiously, a glimmer of hope sparkling in his bright eyes beneath the sheen of tears. 

He blocked out everything else, forgetting about the security guards, missing your surprised glance at hearing him interject. He saw Tara’s head shot up, her grip on her son’s shoulders tightening nearly unnoticeably.

Elias did not seem to register it. “What do you mean?” he asked, wiping his eyes and taking another shuddering breath. He was calming down. 

“Its components are out of place, that’s why it doesn’t work anymore. You need to position them right. Here” — he held out a hand — “let me help you.”

You heard the security guard behind him suck in a sharp breath. “Tara,” you warned. They were too skittish for your liking.

She understood, eyeing Asirel’s open hand wearily before loosening her hold on Elias. “It’s alright,” she said, more to the security than to him. “Go ahead.”

Her son walked over slowly, still sniffling as he handed the complex star chart over to Asirel. He took it carefully. 

“See these things here,” he explained, pointing to what looked like large circles. “They need to be aligned with these here. Then you have these other little ones. They need to turn freely to make the entire thing move. Do you understand?”

Elias nodded, watching in awe as Asirel fixed the alignment. 

“The tricky part is knowing how the parts harmonize,” he said, glancing at Elias. “But that’s something you’ll learn when you’re older if you’re still interested in this. Here, all done.” Asirel handed the working star chart back to him. 

Elias looked at it for a long moment, his eyes wide with fascination. “Thank you,” he said, beaming at Asirel. His eyes sparkled. He turned back to Tara, showing off the working chart. “Look, mom. He fixed it!”

Another set of hurried footsteps darted down the stairs. There was a faint ‘where is he?’ from a deep voice soundingmildly panicked, then a string of courses following the treasurer pointing towards the lounge.

A man walked to the doorway, looking displeased. Tara raised an eyebrow at him, but he simply shook his head tiredly. “Elias,” he said, strands of his black hair falling into his face. His son walked up to him excitedly. “What are you doing here?”

“Look, Dad,” he said cheerily, holding up the star chart. “I— it broke a little, but the nice man fixed it. I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time. It was an accident.”

He looked over to the couch where you and Asirel sat, then back at his son. “Did you say thank you?” he asked. Elias nodded energetically. “Alright then. Say your goodbyes and we’ll leave them to their work. We need to have a talk about where you can wander off to.”

“Bye Mom,” Elias said, waving at Tara before turning to the other couch. “Bye-bye. Thanks again, Mister.”

His father wheeled the door shut behind them, his voice faintly audible in the lounge as he said, “It’s ‘sir,’ Elias.”

The security guards stepped back with a wave of Tara’s hand. You let out a breath, relaxing into the cushions as youturned to look at Asirel curiously, a pleased smile on your face. He noticed, his cheeks tainted a faint pink as he muttered, “I took an astronomy course in university.”

You hummed. “Impressive.” You turned to Tara, who was looking at Asirel with an unreadable expression. “I can see why James is smitten.”

She cleared her throat at the mention of her brother, snapping back into the present. “I suppose I can bring about a truce if you want it that badly,” she said. “There is a meeting in Fresno in a few days. I promise to try.”

“That’s all I ask,” you said softly, glancing at the pictures on the coffee table. “Thank you.”

She stood from the couch, ready to escort you to the foyer. Asirel followed suit, looking at you uncertainly when you remained seated. 

“What do you know about Samuel Kennedy?” you asked, keeping your voice neutral as you studied her expression. 

“Kennedy?” she asked, thinking for a moment longer. “As in Robert Kennedy?”

Asirel bit his lip, amused at hearing his own phrase repeated. 

“His brother, yes,” you said. “He is a judge.”

“I haven’t heard of him,” she said, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. “Samuel Kennedy? No, never heard of him. Robert, I know well, however. That little viper. Now that you mention it, what is the matter with Incessant Inc? Tell me I don’t need to worry. You know how the top’s connections branch into real estate.”

You rose to your feet as well, the corners of your lips downturned in disappointment. Mr. Rhoades certainly had a better track record of procuring information. “It’s always good to keep your cards close to your chest,” you said cryptically, giving her a meaningful look.

Tara’s eyes lit up in understanding, and she gave you a grateful nod. 

If Dove called you later asking why Quetza’s market value had doubled, you told her perhaps your friend was preparing for a shake in the real estate market, making sure her company would come out unscathed.  

And she was right to do so.

[glyhpsrfvckincol]

If requests are open can I request Hunter x reader hcs in which his S/O is really sensitive to loud and sudden noises but also likes quieter calming noises (heartbeats, purring, wind/water, etc)

Thanks if you do! ^^

Sensitivity || Hunter Noceda

Synopsis - Hunter Noceda helping his sensitive hearing s/o.

Warnings - Mention of screaming. Mention of Mommy kink. Teasing.

Request are opened; headcanons only

↳ He understands to a certain degree. He doesn’t like people suddenly yelling.

↳ Hunter didn’t know that it was more than yelling that set you off though.

↳ He learned this when he dropped a pot in Camila’s kitchen. T_T

↳ He felt so bad.

↳ Just held you and apologised a few million times. Very quietly.

↳ Also, someone talking suddenly, specifically someone he didn’t know was there scares the wood bones out of him.

↳ Hunter gets flustered easily. Trust me, this is helpful.

↳ This makes his heart rate go faster.

↳ Just rest your head on his chest. He’ll become flushed, which would immediately increase his heart rate, slightly amplifying its sound and becoming even more calming.

↳ Will just fly you over the ocean on Flapjack. The sound of the water and the blowing wind. No talking, unless you instigate it first .

↳ Hunter also finds peace in these moments. Just you, him and FlapJack, who eventually becomes Waffles :(

↳ I just made myself sad, I’m so sorry😭

↳ In the human realm, he def would ask amity to burrow Ghost so you could hear her purrs. She agrees to this under one condition.

↳ She gets to tease Hunter. It only lasts 20 minutes because she gets bored.

↳ Hunter really hopes bird Chirps is a sound you like and that doesn’t overstimulate you.

↳ If rain is a good sound, he’ll just sit outside or by the window with you while you do whatever.

↳ Hunter will cover you’re ears while you sleep if you’re an incredibly light sleeper.

↳ Does anyone else hate the sounds of certain words? My friend speaks Cantonese and a particular sound bothers me. I don’t know why 😭

↳ And nails being dragged down chalk boards!

↳ Hunter will ask people to be quiet if there’s too much noise.

↳ “Luz, whatever game you’re playing, I KNOW for a fact it doesn’t need this much noise. Shut up!”

↳ Sassy siblings.

↳ If you like his voice {Lets be honest, who doesn’t?}, he’ll read you Cosmic Frontiers.

↳ With the book, The Good Witch Azura, he’d prefer Amity reading to you as Luz is very loud. Maybe he might read it to you.

↳ Listening to him learn Spanish I believe would be so calming. Like damn bro, it’s pronounced Mami, not mommy-

↳ Firm believer Hunter has a mommy kink.

↳ If time is set before Kings Tide, Hunter would tease you occasionally. Fucking hypocrite-

↳ But I digress, Hunter will always try to help you with your sensitive ears, just give the boy a bit of a direction.

[theangelsheardyou]

I know I don't have much of an mha audience on here since I mostly post bsd, but fuck it, bakugou rarepair headcanons bc I cannot stop thinking about them

BakuTsuyu

As the eldest daughter, Tsuyu has some sort of power over Katsuki no one else understands. As an only child he never stood a chance

People often notice how Katsuki starts only listening to Tsu. Kaminari asks him to get him a water bottle, Kats grunts at him to do it himself. But when Tsu asks for it? He's off his feet and gives it to her without a word. Not even a grunt or sign of complaint.

Tsuyu may be calm and soft spoken, which contrasts Katsuki in every way, but that's actually what makes them work.

She's one of the only people who can counter his angry insults without even getting annoyed or upset. She has this superpower and people start calling her the "Bakugou Whisperer"

If someone wants Katsuki to do something, they ask Tsuyu to ask him to do it, bc they know he only will if she's the one asking.

When they go out to the mall with the rest of their class, Tsuyu stays by Katsuki out of instinct. He usually walks a little farther away from the rest of the group but she stays close to him like she's watching over him.

When they pass by a toy store, Katsuki can't help but play with the toys on display, and when he does Tsuyu silently waits for him to finish before they continue walking. No one else does this, and it's like some sort of unwritten rule for the two of them.

Sometimes, when the group is talking loudly and don't hear Tsu speak at all, Katsuki makes use of his big booming voice to tell them to shut up and listen to her speak. Everyone immediately quiets down and Tsuyu gets the chance to actually be heard.

While Tsu absolutely can stand up for herself, especially around Katsuki, she has trouble doing so around strangers. So if she's too meek to speak up against someone who bumped into her or cut in front of her in a line, Katsuki's there to be her guard dog and tell that person off.

Katsuki can be vulnerable around her. I feel like that's the peak when it comes to his relationships--when he can trust them enough to see him be weak.

While he doesn't show it to the rest, Tsuyu can immediately tell when he's in an off mood. And she doesn't force him to talk about it if he's not comfortable. Instead she makes sure she accompanies him, even if they're not talking, just so he knows he's not alone. She doesn't realize how much this means to Katsuki.

It's the other way around for Katsuki. He also has a sixth sense when it comes to her emotions, so he can easily tell when she's not alright. But she tends to keep that to herself as to not bother others. However he makes sure she makes her feelings heard, even if it's just to him, and listens to her when she vents. As someone who's considered the "reliable older sister" of the group, she appreciates this greatly.

Tsuyu's siblings LOVE katsuki. They used to be pretty scared of him, they have seen him on TV during the sports fest after all, but after she brings him home for family dinner, they start to love him dearly. He becomes part of rhe family right away, even if Tsuyu's father doesn't like him immediately.

Tsuyu loves that Katsuki is so gentle with her siblings and even her mom, helping with dishes and homework, and even letting Satsuki climb up his back and piggy ride him.

Samidare is also a brooding edgy boy so he was skeptical at first, but then he grew to greatly admire Katsuki, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

Ok my phones running out of battery so I gotta end it here, but pls tell me which rarepair u want to see next!!

[looniecartooni]

Why is Mimic Mimic?

I have a Mimic theory I've been debating a long time now. I'd like to start it off by saying- whatever I say or conclude does not justify his actions and that even someone who may have been through these circumstances can still be an awful person. And these are not main factors for his actions, nor am I a licensed psychiatrist who did a lot of research. This is mainly the observation of someone who lies to theorize too much about these things. Trigger Warning: Mentions of bullying and abuse.

Whether or not Mimic was born evil or always an awful person, it's clear that he's has some unaddressed trauma and mental health issues that have lead him to become the awful person many of us hate today. He claims that the start of his "shattered psyche" happened when the war broke out (which definitely played a role in worsening his likely already existing mental health issues).

But as we've seen and as he's even admitted, he's always had a desire "to be in the spotlight", "to be seen", recognized, belong. To a point he even questions if he really even wanted to be in the spotlight.

So why might he have been so desperate for attention? Could it have been that he saw stardom as his key to love? Had the arts industry crushed his spirit so much that he thought no one would ever notice him? Possibly. And that's definitely his justification- everyone was out to get him and no one wanted to give him what he wanted to a point he could never trust anyone that gave it to him. But was it really the acting industry that instilled that in him or was it something else?

Mimic has a funny way of acting around people he thinks/knows that can hurt him. He starts to stammer, back away, get away from the conflict. As we see in the picture above when that feeling of unease starts to take over and he's questioning why he feels the way he does. But we also see it when he talks to Eggman (understandably).

We also see him stammer a bit when he meets Whisper for the first time.

These situations he's understandably nervous- Eggman's threatening his life and he's been caught off guard. We see him get caught off-guard in Bad Guys by Zavok too, but he's seemingly not scared of him despite knowing what he's capable of. We actually see him get the most nervous when Clutch gets upset visibly in the Phantom Riders arc when he reveals who it was. Completely quiet shut down at the very mention of possible violence... not really even aimed at him. (Granted- Clutch was holding a gun and Mimic probably did some research about Clutch's said temper).

(I made a post once about how I hate the shoulder grab Clutch does after he's angry as that's usually an abuser's way of preventing you escape and claiming "oh- it's fine, it's not you".)

Another sort of odd thing about Mimic is how quickly he seems to latch on to people he perhaps views as stronger authorities to help him get what he wants. As mentioned before, he shows no visible signs of fear around Zavok in the Bad Guys miniseries other than when he gets snuck up on. In fact- he almost has an immediate amount of trust towards him after Zavok lets him out. Let me repeat that- Mimic: the guy who doesn't even trust validation from genuinely kind people, is constantly afraid of getting backstabbed by employers, trusted the manipulative Zeti that wants to destroy the world and could crush him in an instant, to be his ticket out of Eggman and Starline's clutches. Not only that- as soon as he was let out of his cage by Zavok, there were several instances of him just casually talking to him and not really trying to distance himself from him.

He did still betray him of course because- well the trust issues and saving his own skin issues I am trying to get to. And this may not be because 3 separate writers have worked on his characterization. We see that Mimic tends to remain calm and gravitate towards people he sees as stronger and able to help him get what he desires. It is perhaps one of his main and least talked about character traits: always getting someone bigger to get him out of trouble (usually Eggman).

Hence likely the main reason he keeps moving from one team to the other. If they can't help him, they are holding him behind. That or they can potentially hurt him.

So what the heck does all this you probably already knew about Mimic have to do with the trigger warning? Well- let's loosely tie this together and say perhaps that needing to be seen and belong alongside trusting but being afraid of certain authority figures stems from.... childhood trauma.

You don't believe me? Well then- let's look at some more possible evidence. It's heavily hinted at that at one point Mimic did have friends or knows what friendship "should" feel like.

But he also has seemingly convinced himself on numerous occasions (often when confronted about his true feelings towards the Diamond Cutters or when feeling very lonely) his feelings/friendship is weak. Childish.

Why is it weak? Because care gets in the way. Why is it childish? It fills a void inside of him. It hurts when he can't be himself or he feels he doesn't deserve it/people that care about him don't know his true self. Mimic is not absent of care, he's just learned to suppress it. To hide his true self.

(the "grief" in this image could just be referring to how he basically lost his chance to be in the spotlight/ his job in the arts rather than the people whose lives were lost, but we do see that he still craves to be around people even if he's not always fond of people so... point still stands)

A self he now hates and he probably knows others hate (if that even was himself to begin with).

So let's try tying this together again:

- Mimic hates being vulnerable, readable, and weak.

-He knows friendship is supposed to "feel good- like a foundation", but he also views it as a weakness because it shows care.

-Care often leads to not being able to follow through on what you want to do or leads to pain.

-Mimic tends to latch to strong authority figures that can promise to do what he wants, but greatly fears the very idea of that hurting him.

-He wants to be recognized for who he is and what he does, but he doesn't trust when he gets genuinely gets recognition for it. This trait becomes later seen as "childish" in his mind after a long while of war, abandoning people, feeling an empty void inside, and getting validation from the Diamond Cutters.

So at some point, Mimic at least had one friend, possibly got hurt for caring about that friend, was possibly hurt and/or ignored multiple times by an authority figure, and likely joined the arts in the first place as a means of expressing himself/using his abilities. Mimic's pattern of betraying team members also likely did not appear out of nowhere. Perhaps he got used to running away from personal issues, turning his back on old friends for meaner stronger ones, or someone or something kept making him turn his back on people for "holding him back".

We could attribute this behavior to his acting career as (in my personal acting experience), you often really get to know the people you are working with through games, activities, rehearsals, hangouts, ect. But often after the show is over, you almost never see the people you get close to in the acting setting ever again. Not unless you are in multiple shows and classes or get really close to someone and hang out with them outside of rehearsal. And often if there is someone you don't like or someone doesn't like you, you are stuck with them and they can hurt you or constantly correct you. A director often dictates every little bit of your approach to a character and could change it on the fly- you're on their schedule. How does this apply to Mimic?

Mimic seems to usually emotionally and physically distance himself from other people and seems to definitely be that one kind of actor most people hate to work with on set. Perhaps this could have contributed to him becoming more and more hateful towards his collegues- no one liked him for being a spotlight hog that kept complaining how he should be in a better part. Hence, he grew to resent them for not liking him which later evolved into turning into resentment for ever even wanting the attention and spotlight or even friends. He definitely praised himself on having a unique, "overlooked" ability multiple times which has been shown in the annual more than once to have annoyed his fellow actors.

Likely- from what we all understand and what IDW writers such as Gigi and Ian have told us- that's pretty much Mimic's story. An always selfish person who only got worse as he got stuck in his own head and limited his true feelings. Could he possibly redeemed or given therapy? Is he a horribly unredeemable monster at this point that deserves nothing but death by the hand of Whisper? The jury is divided on this juncture.

But because I am me and me likes to overthink things, it feels like there is more to Mimic's story than his literal origin story. Was he a selfish actor brat because he was always selfish and entitled? Or is he selfish and entitled because of events before his acting career? Well- since he was always supposed to be bad, but also shows issues with trust, validation, and fear of being hurt, it could likely be a mix of both. Like he was bullied for being a selfish or spoiled brat and/or often sided with bullies at the expense of his friends, seeing being with previous friends was a lost cause. Or perhaps due to his nature, no one wanted to be his friend and he tried really hard by showing off how "cool" he was with his powers.

Ignoring possible childhood trauma and back to my own childhood, perhaps in the same vein where actors hated working with him, he also felt stuck with people who didn't like him (or thought didn't like him)/ didn't like, but thought if he could impress them by showing off his talent or becoming the lead, they would like him more. Because people usually like the lead. The lead gets everything.

I almost forgot another trait about Mimic- his desire for rewards.

This could likely be an after/during the war kind of thing, but it kind of ties into his spotlight desire as well. Being seen means more benefits. Bigger fish give bigger prizes.

Back to the conclusion though- we have seen multiple times with the Diamond Cutters that when he gets seen and validated, he's nervous and confused constantly by how nice they are. How they joke around (which he joins in on too to a degree. Likely as an act, but still-). What he learned during the war was to pick up on others traits and incorporate them into his own act towards them, but as we've seen he wants to be validated as himself. The person that perhaps gets on everyone's nerves. Or as I remember seeing somewhere "they don't deserve his true self" (because he thinks they are not true).

So you suffered along my over analysis ramblings on an evil octopus. You probably think, "these can all be valid conclusions" or perhaps you think I am way off the mark on a lot of these. Well there is one more probably a lot of you will be tilting your heads at and that is... Mimic is still an awful person that's always been bad, but as stated before- he "trusts" yet fears people stronger than him. People older than him that have a lot more power than he does (Eggman, Zavok, Clutch). And the one he holds the most fear for while also seemingly feigning the most trust for... is Clutch.

Now I'm not saying he's like projecting daddy issues onto Clutch or anything like that. I'm just saying it would appear that Mimic has dealt with someone like Clutch before. Constantly checking to make sure Clutch has everything under control, willingly doing what Clutch asks of him (unlike with Starline where he was constantly complaining that he just wanted to leave and get away from him and Eggman), fearing the very idea of Clutch hurting him for something he's not even really upset at him for (though he did let it technically slip rather than privately unmask the Phantom Rider and Clutch is literally holding a fire arm).

Given Mimic's track record- yes, he has sided with awful people to do awful things and threaten his life. But it being a pattern... his reaction in this one scene and the nervous demeanor, the crave for validation and to be seen...

A lot of awful people tend to be victims of abuse. That does not validate their actions, but it could provide an explanation towards some of them. Like how Mimic feels about hurting other people after he's been hurt (or thinks he's been hurt) multiple times.

He knows its bad. He claims to like it, but from the tone of the annual, he's more of relying on this persona of himself to validate against his actual feelings. A coping mechanism for having felt weakness with his emotions. Often toxic parenting can lead one to invalidate their emotions and take joy out of harming other people. And him wanting to be seen could be the result of neglect or just not having his voice heard unless he wanted to suffer the consequences of being out of line. At one point, perhaps he would have had enough, and tried getting into a career he thought would help him be happy.

Now- it's very unlikely that the main IDW comics would ever touch on anything like child abuse. Many people including me were very surprised that Mimic even got a backstory. There have been characters such as Lanolin who off panel are suggested to have negative upbringings and of course we have all that happened to Surge and Kit. We got Mimic's backstory already and likely there isn't much to explore on it anymore as much as there is to explore Whisper's backstory or the Diamond Cutters as a whole. But it's interesting to over analyze this backstory and I hope we all think a little too much about Mimic because of it. Thank you for sitting through my 1-3 am ramblings. I really need to go to bed.

[greenishghostey]

Eddie wanting to spend time w you but you have sleepy bitch disease so he just does his normal stuff but ur taking a nap on his bed

As someone with the sleepy bitch disease, this is very much MY JAM

///

You and Eddie had been together for a little over a year, and in that time, Eddie had become intimately aware of your love for sleep. Sure, he loved lying in until noon as much as the next person, but you took it to another level. The term 'heavy sleeper' was an insult to you, in his opinion.

The peak of your sleeping ability - he had started thinking it was like a superpower of something - came during a stormy night in September. Hailstones, sheets of rain and violent wind battered his trailer for hours into the night. Eddie got maybe an hour or two of sleep that night, but you were essentially dead to the world once you got snuggled into his bed. He had opted to being your pillow that night since you had been pulling him to your chest and making little tired noises that made him melt - not he was going to openly admit that to you, obviously.

Once December hit, the trailer would be near sub-zero by the time the sun went down. Eddie and Wayne had done all they could to seal with windows and doors, trying to trap the heat in as best they could. Eddie suggested window sealant, but Wayne shut down that idea very quickly since he wanted to get his deposit on the place back eventually.

You had been coming to stay the night at the trailer, and Eddie was initially stressed about you being too cold at night. Which, in his mind, would lead to you never coming to stay again, and everything would fall apart afterwards. A cold trailer was not going to impede your deep sleeping, though. While Eddie wasn't the warmest person to cuddle up to, he had compensated by piling pillows and blankets into his bed.

Once Eddie had picked you up from your shift at the library, you would immediately beeline for the bed fort that he had constructed for you both. Admittedly, the cold had made you even more tired than you normally would have been after work. The heater that was kept in the office had started leaking that afternoon, so you and your co-workers had been working in your scarves and gloves until closing.

Eddie always had a small smile on his face when you dozed off. His girl bundled up in his bed, where you belonged. He was all too aware of how rough work had been on you lately, so he decided to get started on some chores and dinner for when you woke up.

Most people would think that Eddie was incapable of being quiet, but he was quite the opposite. If anything, him being so loud was a front for him enjoying the mundane hum of the trailer and you shifting around in his bed. He tried to walk as lightly as possible while gathering up laundry around his room - some of it was his clothes and some of it was yours. The washing machine would be loud as fuck but you slept through a snowstorm once, you’d be fine.

With the laundry on and a pot of spaghetti simmering, Eddie felt a weird but nice wave of domestic bliss. Would it be like this when you guys moved in together? Maybe the whole househusband thing could work for him - a bit unconventional, but that was basically his middle name. You had told him on several occasions that he looked good in an apron.

His bedroom door had always been squeaky, no matter how much WD-40 he caked on the hinges. Eddie wanted to grab his acoustic guitar to get some practice in while dinner cooked. You’d mentioned liking ‘Trust Me’ by Janis Joplin when digging through Wayne’s records, so Eddie was secretly learning it - Joplin wasn’t exactly his usual choice of music, but she was pretty hardcore, in his opinion.

His socked feet made it to his guitar before you mumbled and gestured him to you, “You’re in the apron.”

Your eyes were still closed while a sleepy grin wormed across your face. Eddie was about ready to pounce and forget about dinner. “‘M making dinner. And cleaning stuff. Was gonna dance with the vacuum for you, but thought that might be a bit too much.”

“When’s that ever been something you worried about?” You laughed.

“Didn’t want to wake you.” Eddie smiled, kneeing by your side of the bed and moving hair from your face. “Plus, I can’t dance. You said it yourself.” He pouted and wiped a fake tear from his eye.

“I only said that because you were drunk and about to get on that coffee table.” You fondly remembered that party from a few months back. Eddie had actually danced with you pretty well when you both went outside for some air. He did try to dip you and dropped you on the front lawn, but at least he tried.

“And I would have been fine. Five beers and I’m ready to go.” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You snorted and lightly shoved his face away from you.

“It was a glass coffee table, babe.”

“It was Steve’s coffee table, babe. His folks could afford a replacement.”

“Yeah, but it’d end up coming out of your pocket. His dad’s a big bitch about money, remember?”

He pouted at you once again, but decided to properly retaliate this time. You barked out a laugh when he gathered you up in one of the blankets and hauled you up.

“You’ve disturbed my beauty rest.” You grumbled, standing up still wrapped in your blanket cocoon.

“You don’t need it.” He quipped, giving you a big smile when you gagged. Eddie knew you liked his cheesy compliments, but the fake disdain was still funny. “Besides, we gotta eat. It’s almost 10.”

You grimaced when he placed a sloppy kiss on your forehead. “Is that why I hear a pot boiling over?”

“Fuck, fuck, shit fuck.” Instead of immediately run to the kitchen, Eddie started to essentially sheep dog you along with him. Like you, in your still sleepy state, would be of any help. But it was nice to be considered.