#behave yourselves pls

[cosmic-rawra]

This is just me, but I feel like I can't get into or really consider playing Cookie Run Kingdom "properly".

To anyone who reads this and is a CRK fan, good for you, continue to enjoy your blorbos.

But for some reason, the more I read the names of these things, the more it makes me wonder how they'd taste.

Is that bad?

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

This woman on my nots is now trying to claim something else than what she actually said.

[muzansfangs]

Can you make a Kokushibou x AFAB reader scenario where Reader and Koku are at a bar because she somehow convinced Koku into coming with her

He decides to have a few shots...and that ends up pretty bad with reader practically having to carry him back home..

When they both get home, Kokushibou tackles her onto the floor and smut from there pls😍😍🥰🥰🥰

You can make it Modern AU if that'd make more sense, just do anything you can pls🙇‍♀️

Alcoholic kisses.

Starring: Kokushibo x f!reader; mention to Muzan Kibutsuji, Douma, Akaza, Nakime, Daki, Tamayo;

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, everyone is a human, spoiler for Kokushibo’s name as a human, drinking, slightly reckless behavior, drunk sex (everything is consensual), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, choking, unprotected sex, dom!kukushibo, sub!reader;

Plot: Working for the Kibutsuji Industry left you little time to enjoy your life. Social events? You hardly had the chance to slack off and attend them. Douma’s birthday party, however, was one of those days you looked up for in trepidation. Still, you needed someone to be your knight for the exclusive event. When your stolid colleague Michikatsu announced he was not going to take part to the grand soirée, you made it your goal to convince him it was worth a shot. He begrudgingly complied to your request, eventually, even going to the extent to become your drinking buddy for the night. It was supposed to be just a cordiality from his behalf and a friendly reminder he could let loose, sometimes, from yours. How did you end up being folded in half by him in your apartment, then?

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��I can’t believe he had the guts to invite Mr. Kibutsuji too. He truly is as bold as brass” Akaza, the intern of the third floor, commenced the daily ‘gossip session’ at the work canteen, aggressively uncapping his bottle of water. You had long stopped defending Douma and his grotesque antics. How did he even consider the idea of inviting your perfidious boss to his birthday party? You had to agree with Akaza on that. This had been downright a terrific idea. Your devilish colleague had spoiled a night you had been looking up to for months.

Nakime shrugged “You are short-sighted. It was actually a winning strategy. — she pondered, tilting her head to the side pensively — No one ever invited Mr. Kibutsuji to a party. Guess who is going to win the promotion now”.

You nodded your head, disinterestedly nibbling at the salad in front of you, as you listened to your friends commenting the last stunt of your eccentric coworker. You barely had any chances to hang out and slack off. Mr. Kibutsuji behaved like a tyrant at work. His appalling talent to showcase cordiality, when navigating through crowds of important people to make deals, was something not reserved to any of you. Occasionally, he asked his female subordinates to be his sidekick during those special nights in luxurious hotels, or at the Opera. You had had the opportunity to accompany him to a gala, too. If you had not witnessed with your own eyes to the saccharine smiles and gentlemanly ways to win his clients’ hearts, you would have said he was not the same man who slammed doors and made you overexert yourselves at the Industry. You had to admit he possessed a special ability to conceal his brusque charcater for the sake of his Company. However, now you were worried that Douma’s birthday party was going to be a complete disaster. No one was going to relax, when Mr. Kibutsuji was around. Why? Because you were not potential clients. You were not politicians. You were his subordinates. He was not going to act differently just because you were at a bar.

“And what do you think about the ‘you can bring a date’ part? — you asked then, reaching your hand into your purse to grab the invitation — I mean, do you guys even have a date?” you inquired, clearing your throat nervously as you slided the lilac card, decorated with flashy baroque doodles, over the table and tapped on black key words in italics with your index.

Akaza snorted, shaking his head vigorously “No way I’m bringing my girl with me. That sleaze has already tried to flirt with her. I can’t risk making him choke on his teeth in front of Mr. Kibutsuji” he replied, grimacing to emphasize his categorical refusal to comply to the birthday boy’s request.

You smiled faintly at that, eyes darting on the woman at your right, prompting her to express her opinion on the matter. Nakime never mentioned having a partner. However, you were curious to find out more about her and if, given the fact you were single, you had to throw the card into the wastepaper basket and forgo the opportunity to slack off for a night once and for all.

“I do. — she admitted — I don’t think we’re a couple yet, but I’m seeing someone” she vaguely said, your jaw dropping in stupor and genuine curiosity that gnawed at your stomach in the unbridled desire to pry more informations about her relationship.

You bumped her arm, grinning “Huh? When were you going to tell me about it? And, well, are you inviting him?”.

“She has already been invited” she cooed, your eyes flitting to a perplexed Akaza who furrowed his brows in bewilderment to the unexpected disclosure of your friend’s love interest. You had not seen it coming.

“Nakime! Who’s she?” you quipped, shifting on your seat to totally occupy her view and sending her the clear message she had to provide you an answer, if she keened to go back to her duties. Her date was decidedly a colloegue and tons of familiar faces began to pop in your restless mind, accurately discerning which women could could keep up with your secretive friend. Not many, if you had to summarize your research for a possible candidate to fit the scenario.

“Tamayo” the brunette evenly cooed, tapping at her mouth with a tissue before unhurriedly grabbing her tray and standing from her seat, as if she had not just dropped a bomb at her shellshocked commensals.

You did not bother replying. You watched her leave silently, struggling to process the fact Nakime was dating one of Muzan’s closest assistants. Tamayo was a reserved woman, who had recently recovered form a difficult divorce. Due to your position, you rarely interacted with her but, when you did, you left her office in a joyful mood. She smiled a lot, she did not bark orders around like your hellish superior, she offered you candies, or tea, whilst you discussed the matter at hand. Nakime, on the other hand, was not a bad person. She was intuitive and taciturn. Yet, she was sneaky. You had lost the count of how many times she had her own subordinates fired over insignificant mishaps. Looking at them as a duo was going to be hard to process. Still, if they were happy, you were no one to oppose that.

“Oi, are you still with me? — Akaza snapped you out of your stream of consciousness — Did you hear what I’ve said?” he asked quizzically you, leaning back on the chair, arms folded against his chest as he squarely looked at you.

You gaped, mortified you had zoned out in the middle of the conversation “Actually, I didn’t…” you trailed off, refocusing on him, flashing an awkward smile at your patient. He was a gentleman with women, you had to admit it.

Akaza sighed, lolling his head back “I said you haven’t told us if you got yourself a date. Who is the lucky guy, then?” he interrogated you casually.

Well, you did not have a date yet. Now, knowing your closest friends had a date, you felt miserable. You were not desperate or anything, but you actually felt kind of discouraged to attend the party, if it meant being surrounded by a bunch of couples slow-dancing at the bar. You enjoyed playing the role of the cool aunt, the independent woman, a wild spirit drinking at the bar and flirting with bartender to kill the time, but it would have been nice to spend the night with someone you got along with for once.

“Ugh, well, there is no lucky guy…” you grumbled, frantically collecting your stuff, eyes rapidly flitting to your wristwatch to check the hour. Your lunch break was over. It was time to go back to your office and weep on piles of documents until your boss dismissed you for the day.

Your friend stood up as well, hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks, eyebrow arched inquisitively “The Hell are you waiting for then? Go ahead and ask someone out”.

“You make it sound so easy”.

“Because it’s easy! You don’t have to pick someone you are dying after and beg them to accompany you, you know? — Akaza instructed you, as you two stepped back into the busy hallway, feet leading you to the elevators automatically — Ask a friend who doesn’t have a date. Like, ‘hey, buddy, I heard you got no date for the party. Wanna go together?’. I mean, I’d find it hot if a girl took the initiative and asked me out” he winked at you, before patting on your shoulder encouragingly and jogging towards the staircase, as he always did. He really did not like elevators, did he?

You smiled softly, gaze following him until he disappeared from your sight and you could finally enter the cubicle leading you up to the pit of vipers residing at the fifth floor. You were glad Akaza had given you something to mull over for a while. The hours you were going to spend glued to your desk were going to be a tad more bearable. This and your handsome co-worker you undeniably had a crush on. Glancing at him, from time to time, fingers furiously tapping on the keys of the worn-out keyboard of your laptop, was calming. He was a placebo, a professional, handsome man who made life easier by helping you out when he realized you were on the verge of a breakdown. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, the same man who always made sure to come back with a spare coffee for you, when he took a small break for himself.

You were lost in your thoughts again, daydreaming about that tall adonis, hurriedly marching to your work position, and too distracted to realize you were on a collision course with someone. Inevitably, you bumped against a firm chest. Your bag and folders tumbling down and drawing judgemental gazes from your colleagues engrossed in their works signaled your downfall . You apologetically flicked your gaze up, ready to profusely excuse yourself, when your eyes met a pair of ruby red ones. Oh, the world stopped revolving for a second. How ironic was it? You spoke of the actual devil and he manifested himself before you in all his glory.

“Are you alright?” he asked you, chivalrously helping you to pick your stuff back up.

Your mouth felt like chalk, but you forced yourself to spit out a response “Yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me… If anything, it’s my fault” you said defeatedly, fingers curling around the heavy folder he handed you so tightly your knuckles turned white. You were about to explode. Probably, he could tell you were not quite close to be fine. Your body language spoke volumes.

Michikatsu inspected your face, hooded eyes masterly catching the signs of your discomfort “I don’t think you are doing good. If you need to go home, I can tell Mr. Kibutsuji you were sick” he offered, as if the mere mention of that monster’s name did not cause people to turn pale. Michkatsu had no problem in speaking to your boss. He was his right hand man, after all. They were close, indeed. You knew that Mr. Kibutsuji would have believed anything he said without questioning the authenticity of the informations reported.

You faintly smiled and shook your head “I promise, I’m fine. I’m probably just a little stressed out. The last thing I needed to worry about was Douma’s party. I think I will have to turn down the invitation anyway, so… Yeah, I’m ready to immerge myself in emailing the interns the new projects” you rambled, shrugging as you tried to walk off and lock yourself in your small angle of paradise for the rest of the day.

You were surprised to hear Michikatsu calling your name, though, causing you to halt and reluctantly turn your head to the side to look back at him “Is there a specific reason why you are not going? I thought you were looking out for it”.

You stiffened, heart thrumming against your ribcage violently, his sudden interest in you both flattering and eating you alive. Why pretending, though? He was nothing but a polite man. He probably even had a date to escort to the fancy rooftop, a girl to spoil and undress later in the privacy of his bedroom, after lingering touch and scorching kisses stolen in the car.

“I was, right. Unfortunately, I don’t have a date” you confessed, ready to receive yet another suggestion to go ahead and ask someone to be your safe haven for the night. Too bad you were wrong, because the next words coming out of his mouth made you see the light at the end of the tunnel and you had to bite the insides of your cheeks not to squeal on the spot.

Michikatsu fixed his necktie heedlessly, probably just out of habit “By sheer coincidence, I don’t have a date as well. I was on my way to tell Douma I won’t join him tomorrow” he declared, your eyes gradually widening as Akaza’s words echoed in your mind like a mantra. You could ask him to come with you. You could. You had to have the guts to do that.

What was the worst thing that could have happened? That you were going to embarrass yourself in front of the entire team of coworkers? The Hell with that. It was time to spread your wings and show your teeth.

You cleared your throat, holding the folder to your chest protectively “Oh, well, in that case… How about we go together? We both don’t have a date and it’d be depressing working overtime to digest the fact we didn’t attend the party everyone went to” you blurted out way too quickly than you liked. The damage was done, though. You had thrown your decency out of the window, baring your tender neck to a potentially categorical refusal.

Michikatsu stared at you in silence for a few seconds, brows furrowing, as he contrived to make up his mind and provide you a response. Burgundy hues shimmering under the artificial, bleached lights of the spotlights lined up for the entire length of the corridor, he looked back at you in determination “Would you be satisfied with such an arrangement?”.

“Of course! I think it’d be beneficial for the both of us. I want to attend the party and you decidedly need a small break from all of this” you pointed out, your confidence exponentially boosted by the time he sighed and nodded his head in a silent agreement. He was an irreprensive hard-worker. Mr. Kibutsuji acknowledged his dedication to the Industry and, occasionally, he made sure to either surprising him with a wage rise, or let him escort him to a couple of the fancy dinners he was frequently invited at.

However, he never granted him a vacation and anybody could tell Michikatsu was beyond exhausted.

“Then, I guess you got yourself a deal. Would you like me to pick you up?” he asked, ignoring the way your stupid heart began to run a marathon in your chest. If only he knew how ecstatic you were to know him better. With a firm nod of your head, you accepted his offer and, on your way to your office, you mentally thanked Akaza for his brazen suggestion to break the mould and get what you wanted.

The following day you were way too excited to focus on the dreadful morning reunion with your boss. You did not listen to a single word coming out of his mouth and, to be honest, you were pretty sure he had noticed the way you were doodling on the papers instead of taking notes. To save the day, though, was Daki who walked in the room unannounced to show Mr. Kibutsuji some alarming news. You watched him flee in a hurry, hands gesturing for you all to leave and factually giving up on his chance to let his snippy comments ruin your mood. For once, you were glad his competitor was determined to bring him war.

Soon enough, you were back home, dolled up and waiting in the living room for your date to show up at your door. You were not surprised you had taken extra care of yourself, meticulously styling your hair with a silver hairpin, following a professional tutorial for the make up and even wearing that daring red dress you had never had the occasion to wear since you had bought it three months ago. You had a plunging neckline, the fabric hugging your curves and exalting the shape of your body in a extremely eye-catching way that could draw a lot of attention. Still, you could blame it on the dress code required by the host. Douma just had an inclination for contemplating beautiful women and having them fawning on him like lapdogs.

The unmistakable buzz of your phone indicated your date had arrived. Taking a deep breath, you left your flat in a frenzy. Waiting for you in a shiny black car, Michikatsu was impeccable. Upon spotting you approaching his car, he unlocked the car door and swiftly got out of the vehicle to open it for you.

“You look ravishing” he said, subtly and respectfully checking you out. You felt his gaze, intense, yet not too intrusive, on your body. Surely, he was not used to see you in anything else besides pastel shirts and tight trousers. He seemed genuinely amazed by the effort you had made to he his date.

You courteously bowed your head, a small smile curling your red-painted lips “Thanks! You will probably have to thank Douma for that, though. — you said, before entering the car — By the way, you are sticking up to the stereotypical gentleman date any girl dreams about” you joked, spotting the pale imitation of a smile creep on his lips.

“We better be on our way”.

The rooftop of The Blue Spider Lily Grand Hotel radiated opulence. You did not expect less from the scion of a millionaire family financing Mr. Kibutsuji’s Industry. You were also not disappointed by the extravagant suit Douma was ostentatiously showing off. The man at your right grimaced imperceptibly at the red texture embellished with golden arabesques. Proceeding, in an angle of the rooftop, wearing a lowcut crimson red dress, you recognized Nakime. Next to her, a timid Tamayo sipped on cocktail. She was wearing an elegant white tailleur, styled with some red details to blend in the theme chosen by the eclectic host. Now, you had to admit the pair looked good together. They were balanced, not the types to make people talk about them.

A warm hand resting delicately on the small of your back got your attention “Would you like something to drink?” Michikatsu asked you, glad to lead you off to the counter and order something for you.

“Yes, please. I don’t think I could stand the sight of that peacock any longer without some alcohol in my bloodstream” you jested, sitting on the leather stool as he slided on the one next to yours. A moment of needed intimacy to start the night was needed. The music was still low, allowing people to interact without having to scream at the top of their lungs. You could go with the flow until it started to look like a circus.

Two flûtes of champagne were the first drink you two shared. You gazed up at Michikatsu, squinting inquisitively over the rim of the glass to observe your date inspecting the yellowish alcoholic substance in the glass with repugnance. You almost found it amusing, albeit a little out of place.

“Is the champagne’s quality low?” you asked, quirking your eyebrow up.

“Not quite. — Michikatsu cleared your doubts — I don’t particularly like drinking” he admitted, eyes meeting your fleetingly. He seemed tensed, for the first time ever since you had arrived. He was hiding something.

You took a sip of your drink “Well, it’s a party. Maybe you should try to open your horizons a little more. It’s Friday, which means no work tomorrow…” you hazardously played the part of the she-devil alluring him in the depths of perdition. You were tired of pretending you did not wish for you two to grow closer. A new drinking buddy, a new close friend could not harm you in any way. Even if you were irrevocably falling for him a little more with every passing minute.

Michikatsu hummed, eyeing you torn between not letting this rare opportunity to cast his inhibitions away go wasted and remaining the composed version of himself everybody knew.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. — Michikatsu replied, leaving the real reasons behind his reluctance undiscovered — I need to drive you back home safely. What man would I be, if I called you a uber?” he pondered, settling the flûte back on the polished counter in front of him.

Your cheeks heated up at that declaration, eyes glittering in admitation and driven by the romantic scanarios you were illuding yourself to experience in a few hours. There you were, the old back delusional girl who loved so easily. However, you were not having it. Calling out the bartender, you whispered an order in his ear and looked back at your drinking buddy for the night.

“And what a man would you be, if you did not share some drinks with your date? A woman’s whim, you know? I’m pretty sure you don’t want to let me down like that” you confidently countered back, winking at him as the young man behind the counter slided six shots of whiskey in front of you two.

You saw the jaw of the man besides you clench, eyes darting away from the glasses to your grinning face. You were impressively stubborn. And he liked it. You were stunning that night like every other day at work. You were strong-willed, cunning, enthralling. Mentally cursing himself, he therefore grabbed a shot and, raising a toast, he downed it. Your proud smile burned his heart more than the alcohol did to his throat.

You were not expecting you two you stumble back into your home, Mr. Kibutsuji shooting vitriolic glares at you two on his way out of your flat. You two were in no conditions to drive back home. Swaying around, you had barely made it to your car until Mr. Kibutsuji spotted you two attempting to open Michikatsu’s car. There was no way he could lose his right hand man and even you over car accident. He kindly drove you two to your house with his own car, ordering his chauffeur to take the lead of Michikatsu’s Audi.

“Oh, he is never going to forgive us. Damn it, did you see his face?” Michikatsu’s drawled out, tossing his jacket over your sofa, barely standing on his feet. He was disheveled, his necktie loosened around his neck, gilet unbuttoned, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He was hot. Way too hot to handle in your condition.

You chortled, unable to take the whole ordeal seriously “What’s the worst he can do? Fire us? We’ll good for him! I wanna see him go bald from promoting Douma and confiding on his lame skills!” you quipped, tossing your heels off and walking up to him.

Michikatsu snorted, before chuckling under his breath. He could not contain himself any longer. The room seemed to spin around him, the sensation reminding him of when he was a kid and he used to ride on a local carousel with his brother… Until his eyes landed on you. The center of his gravity, his hands gripping your forearms, firmly but not enough to harm you. He had to stabilize himself, but you were unsteady yourself. Before you knew it, you were flattened against the floor with your hot coworker hovering over you.

His hot breath fanned your lips, parted in the pleasant surprise to feel his muscular body crashing yours.

“I’m so fucking sorry” he murmured, large hands on each side of your head making it impossible for your eyes to stray away from him.

“For what?” you meekly asked, chest heaving, your breathing rhythm almost bordering the line of hyperventilation.

“For this… — he started, closing his eyes, before brushing his nose against yours — But not for this” he continued, lips molding against yours in a slow, mind-blowing kiss sending your mind blank. Was it real? Were you so drunk you were having episodes? No. It was real, it was happening and your arms looping around his board shoulders were the unconfutable proof you were welcoming this sudden kiss like a starving man accpeting a burger from a stranger.

His tongue swept over your bottom lip, delving into your mouth to coax you to whimper out against his lips. The temperature was raising exponentially, his hands were gliding down the curves of your body, shamelessly groping you through the fabric of your dress.

“Bloody Hell, what am I doing…” he muttered, still not stopping, when his nimble fingers began to fumble with the elastic band of your underwear beneath the skirt of your dress. You flinched when you heard some seams ripping, but your own heart was bursting in your chest that very moment.

The pads of his fingers, cool against your boiling skin, sent frissons over the skin of your thighs. You were both out of your minds, but still somehow able to get a grip of yourselves. The only issue was that nor you, neither him felt like stopping. The flame fueled by your hunger was growing strong, like a wild incendio. You exhaled through your nostrils, biting on your lower lip, intently watching Michikatsu discard your torn underwear away, eagerly parting your thighs and running his fingers over your already clammy slit in fascination. You wondered how he even managed to keep a mostly serious expression while clearly tipsy and involved in such unprofessional activities.

“You rambled about wanting to act like a man back at the party. I’ll be damned, if that’s not what you’re doing” you chimed, mouth parting and taking the shape of a ‘o’, when he plunged his fingers into your sappy cunt.

He flicked his gaze up to lock eyes with you, dipping his mouth down to plant another kiss to your lips, effectively smudging your lipstick “I don’t have condoms, though… If you wish to stop at this, it’s understandable” he warned you, curling his fingers into you to stimulate your spongy sweet spot.

You panted, spine arching, head shaking to express your wanton “I want it. Don’t deprive me of this” you pleaded him, before he deliberately splayed his hand over your cleavage and let it slide up to your neck. You gasped, breath hitching in your throat, when he wrapped his fingers over your windpipe. Your head felt light, the pleasure engulfing your lower abdomen building up, amplified by the breath-play, until you melted under his touch.

You were barely able to collect yourself, clumsily remove your dress, that you had not registered him undressing himself. The mouth watering sight of his sculpted abdomen, of his pectorals and the impressive length slapping against his navel caused you to feel so petite compared to him.

Michikatsu did not waste any more time. He grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs against your chest, before lining up to your entrance. You were trembling in anticipation, the bulbuous head of his cock teasing your weeping hole.

“Will you be a woman for me? Can you take me in? Can I fuck you raw on this carpet, Y/N?” he rasped out, making sure to push and pull back a few times before finally sheathing himself deep into you.

“Yes! Yes, fuck—” you choked out, the stretch painful at first. Your walls spasmed around his length, sucking him in as they adjusted to the intrusion. Folded in half, you submitted to your stolid coworker, to the kind man who checked on you during rough days, to the very man who was now grunting deeply above you as he thrusted into you aggressively.

Your toes curled, high-pitched moans falling from your lips, as you felt him fill you up repeatedly. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass was embarrassing. The way juices were oozing out of you made you feel so dirty. And the way he spurted his warm seed over your belly was the sign he still acted responsible even when he was out of his mind.

“I ought you another date” he groaned out, collapsing besides you. Yeah, he definitely had to treat you a dinner now.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! I am slowly trying to take care of all the requests I had got and that are patiently waiting in my inbox to be done! I think this one had been marinating in my drafts for over a year and it was a shame to leave it half-finished. I have missed writing for Demon Slayer, sigh. Also, the exam season has officially begun! Bear with me!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Until next,

Luce

[grannie-nasty]

Hello neighbor!!!!

I'm Rose, she/her, tme, 35

I am an old lady with kids

I am a lesbian! Yay! 🌈

I'm super friendly and dtf as in "down to flirt" and "down to make friends" but unless you want to spend the next year or so really forming a bond probably not "down to fuck"

Incorrigibly horny on main

Lots of personal posting, LOTS of sexual content, some scattered fandom stuff, occasional religion posting. Disgustingly earnest, unabashedly cringe.

This blog is not family friendly, so 21+ pls

If you're also old and into Dragon Age, my DA fandom blog is @theheartofhawke

I block liberally and with no ill will so don't take it personally if

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Absolutely do take it personally if

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[lowkeyrobin]

mcyt with an s/o that's insanely good at driving?? like in the video with Schlatt and he was just doing donuts and that stuff but it's reader? almost like it's stuff from a freaking action movie with how they drive lmao

OH FUCK YEAH LMFAOOOO yes this is how my mom drives but she's a serious road rager too 💀💀💀💀 this is more like "You're a good shitty driver but yeah 👍"

MCYT ; insane driving skills

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk about car accidents, talk about death due to car accidents

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

genuinley refuses to sit in a car when you're driving

yk the vlog where he, jack, tubbo and becky go see the alien rocks? you offered to drive and he screamed no

honestly you understood, your a bit of a road rager

and that one vlog you guys made together where you show off your NASCAR level driving really doubted his trust in you

it's half jokes half serious tho

has genuinley said you should become an F1 driver 💀

he's just afraid of you yelling at other shit drivers LMFAO

will genuinley scream when you do donuts in an empty field

"I wish we had rollercoasters closer to us"

"we've got one right here"

the fact you haven't crashed and killed both of you is astounding to him

literally how'd you get your license

RANBOO

loves going out in fields with you to do donuts and be a little dangerous

"more donuts!"

"how are you not about to puke!?"

you rented a golf cart one a vacation to a little beach town for the Misfits Gaming channel and holy shit

the amount of wheelies?? he's surprised you didn't get arrested

you drive like you're driving a monster truck like please calm down

he genuinley compares you to schlatt when driving and you're just like "Yeah because we're cool. cool people are insanely good at driving"

they blink and stare before saying "I don't think good is the word I'd use"

you'll deadass slam on the breaks going at max 10mph just to piss him off

they're actually confused as to how you aren't on your fifth car already, you drive like a sicko

you do a racing vlog with some friends and safe to say you won

"You should be an F1 driver or something"

"What"

FREDDIE BADLINU

you terrify him a bit

"y/n, do you know how to do wheelies?"

"get in the golf cart"

"holy shit!"

thinks it's pretty badass that you know a bunch of tricks and stuff

he doesn't endorse bad driving on the road though

you do your best to behave around him because you don't wanna get yelled at 🤞

"oh my god why are these fucking semis in the passing lane?? I don't wanna get Final Destination-ed!"

"this is surprising for me to say but same"

"please, i just wanna eatttt, go faster and actually pass someone!"

but when you're purposefully fucking around yourselves he'll literally smile and laugh when you go over bumps and do donuts lmao

he'll probably record it and send videos to Tommy, Jack, Bill & Harry

tweets like "my partner is a crazy driver pls help" and "YEAHHH LETS CRASH THE CAR TODAY" are to be expected

also jokes about you being a NASCAR driver because the way you swerve through traffic 💀💀💀

NIKI NIHACHU

look, she loves you but calm down

she will admit that she likes doing donuts and tricks in an empty area but lord

the swerving through traffic? the usual 70-80 mph? no thanks

you do try and drive like a normal person when she's with you tho

one of her favorite memories is you driving one of those kiddie cars, with both of you in it, and doing very muddy donuts with it 💀

yk how moistcritikals dad hotwired a kiddie car to make it go faster? yeah that's the explanation to how it even happened

you guys were soaked in mud after LMFAO

she likes when you rev your engine in tunnels, the way it echoes is so cool to her

like she giggles and shit and like 🫶🫶

"I love when I fly down the highway to see my gf"

"OMG SLOW DOWN WHAT?"

"ppl r complaining about me on Facebook so I think I will.."

"Y/N OH MY GOD"

ALEX QUACKITY

again, kiddie car wheelies 🔛🔝

he loves doing fucking donuts and shit with you LMAO

if you, him, schlatt and charlie r meeting up irl, you guys make a whole vlog out of it

you rent two sports cars and literally make a mini action movie (obviously with comedy) (basically a better fast & furious) (quackity is better than vin diesel)

when I tell you that shit got 16 MILLION VIEWS. the edits after that were astronomical

so many clips of the cars in tunnels, on bridges, speeding down the highway, etc

you're respectful for others around you but you have a need for speed

although if you're doing it on a golf cart or anything open, he's wearing a helmet

he's running a whole business, he can't risk dying to your shit driving atm LMAO

makes some merch, basically a racer jacket that's black and your favorite color or black and dark blue (variants)

they say 'quackity racing team' or 'y/u/n racing team' with some sewn in patches, like the quackity poker chip and whatever goes best with your brand

they're cool as hell too LMAO

FOOLISH GAMERS

he does the little giggle and shit it's adorable

loves doing dumb shit with you

you obv don't do it with a bunch of people around or anything but yk

you, him, karl, punz and tina met up and you had all of them piled in the car while you did donuts and shit

foolish had a vlog cam set up on the dash and the amount of screaming and the reactions 😭😭 /pos

genuinley confused how you've never wrecked your car before

and no the one time you backed into a mailbox doesn't count

revving the engine through tunnels>>>>

he always smiles at it even if he's tired or kinda miserable

will pretend he's in an action movie if you're swerving around people a bit or going really fast

he'll load up the finger guns and get ready to aim LMFAO

gta irl with him basically

[muffinlance]

If anyone still cares (it’s been a while), I’ve restricted access to the Google doc fic since the link has been shared around well beyond what I expected, including people reposting it without my permission/making a public bookmark on Ao3 linking to my Google doc. I’ve thus posted what I have so far on Ao3 (people can find it if they look), but fair warning- if it does get reposted, or any whisper of my email gets passed around/connected to it, I’ll be deleting in the interests of privacy, so anyone with the original link, pls behave yourselves and if you know my email, keep mum about it.

Not trying to be mean, just honestly wasn’t aware how popular it would get and seeing it reposted around well beyond tumblr was a wake up call. It’s been four years now since I started it and I’ve reached a different life stage where online anonymity is more important to me than ever.

Thanks

The link!

Thanks for putting it up on AO3 <3

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello can you please make a yandere headcanons of Felix from i have became hero's rival pls

(bby&lt;;3)

Yandere! Felix X Reader HCs

▥ Wow...... I'm happy for you to earn him as your yandere, the safest and softest choice out of all of the others!!! Felix with his soft and pretty face was introduced to you through Irene, you both happen to be friends and you needed a job and you got one at the Chamberlain estate.

▥ You were basically a playmate for Claudia and you were worked with Irene and helped Claudia escape the male leads as carefully as possible, trying not to get killed and often you spend times with Felix as well, helping him improve his magic skills!

▥ Sometimes, Felix would bring you tiny friendship gifts and you would also do this thing where you make a treasure hunt for each-other, then give each other the clues and hunt for each-other’s gifts for yourselves.

▥ You became very close with Felix, to the point where you got called by Sir. Chamberlain and asked if you both got married in secret, you shook your head giggling saying you both were only friends…..

▥ Felix did behave weirdly on certain occasion taking about someone named Lerase, and being hella touchy with you, like travelling his hand sunder your clothing to touch your thighs

▥ What you didn’t realize was ho obsessed Felix was until he kidnapped you. Then you found out about Felix’s true face.

▥ Felix in all honestly treats you very well, but maybe the fact that he starves you in anger, slaps you sometimes, took away your freedom and bathes you every day and doesn’t allow you to do basic tasks without him in fear you’ll escape…

▥ Felix for someone, hands feeds you everything and doesn’t allow any maid to enter your room, he tests everything multiple making sure everything is perfect for you and if it isn’t well Lerase pulls them apart, literally…

▥ One thing, Lerase is a lust demon, which means you are constantly having make out sessions, grinding, kissing and eating out or giving a quick blow jobs and many quickies….

▥ Felix is very keen on gift giving and physical touch, also maybe acts of service, he makes you food whenever you hungry at very late at night, bring you flowers, write you letters when he is away, carries you when you’re too tired to walk, and bring you gifts, let’s you wake him up for dumb shit, even Lerase isn’t angry at you ruining his rest, Lerase will happily do whatever you want, he honestly doesn’t care sometimes…

▥ Felix thought about teaching you how to use magic in the beginning, but decided against it because he thought you would kill him using magic and then run away….

▥ Look at me and say, he doesn’t worship the literal ground you walk on…Okay, maybe not the ground, because ground is dirty and he’s a noble man, but you get the point…He treats you like glass or dust, you’ll blow away if you get hurt even from a like a tiny cut, you don’t realize…

▥ Felix also does this thing, where he either puts lipstick on you or himself, and the kiss, making you or him get lip prints, he likes wearing them as accessories…

▥ Felix grows a tiny garden with your favourite flowers in them, also he includes them with his favourite flowers and also maybe flower language bouquets!!! Lerase thinks, it’s cringey and corny, but honestly he would also do this!!

[catboymoments]

Ok anon is back on for a bit behave yourselves pls

[azaleath3cursewhisperer]

Intro and rules or smth

Its been forever since ive had an rp related anything so im a lil rusty, pls be nice and gimme some grace abt it 😔 i gotta relearn.

I, the creator of this blog, am 20.

I created this blog bc i got bored and wanted to engage in the arcane rp community cuz it looks like fun 🤩 and everyones interactions seem nice too.

Since i dont really think i could get the personality of any arcane character right (the closest i might get right is Jinx), i will be interacting as a random oc i have (hope thats okay).

In character i will try to make it a point to highlight everything in purple (even when interacting with others anonymously) just like this. When not anonymous i will be sure to sign off with the oc's name

Out of character i will leave things blank and normal perhaps even do ()s just to be sure cuz i might forget the colour when in character.

Update abt pfp: I did create it using Custom Cast. I didnt feel like putting my glasses on and didnt feel like deeling with another AI art pfp bc of my irrisponsible habits.

My main blog is @thesecretestofsimps so you might have had an ask from me there 😅 i have a tendency to forget to put on anonymous bc my brain defaults anonymous on for some reason. Im sorry if thats the case. If you ever get an ask from me there or have had an ask from me there just know i forgot to switch back here probably (or it was before this blog was created)

About the OC

His name is Azalea (after the azalea flowers his mother loved before she died to illness).

Hes 19 (i can and will rp him at different ages but baseline age hes 19)

He is an orphaned Zaunite

His mother died to illness when he was 7 while his father comitted suicide about a years later due to losing his wife. Azalea's father blamed him for his mothers death, calling him a malison (synonymous with execrate) due to Azalea pointing out his mother's unlikeliness of surpassing her illness and living. His father saw that as Azalea cursing or execrating his own mother, and couldnt handle the fact it was an innocent observation from Azalea. That wasnt the only time Azalea has witnessed a situation in which his words have so called "directly impacted" an outcome, leading him to believe he is a malison like his father told him before his death. He uses Malison like a nickname now, as a twisted way of honouring his late father and apologizing to his late mother for what he believes to be his fault in her untimely death.

Azalea is a tad chaotic, pretty mischievous, loves to "mess around" (if you can count trying to make people go insane whether literally or figuratively "messing around"), likes to be annoying if it gains attention on him (good or bad is irrelevant.), prefers helping behind the scenes rather than directly helping even if directly involving himself would benefit everyone, he DOES age regress to younger ages in his teen years and to age 7 (due to that being the year he lost his mother)

Dont interacts

Homophobes/transphobes/Bigots in general. I dont tolerate that shit.

Pedos we dont do that pedo bullshit here.

If you ship JinxVi or whatever Vi and Jinx's ship name is or SilJinx or whatevrr Silco and Jinx's ship name is. Leave we dont tolerate that here. Thats fucking gross.

People who have a problem with MelVik or MelJayVik or JayVik. Please. See your whiney selves out. Nobody has energy for your bullshit other than you.

People who sexualize age regressers or the dd/lg or whatever it is community. You are not welcome here, please see yourselves out. This is a safe space for SFW age regressers, your community makes it an unsafe space.

Minors you tread a VERY thin line. Watch yourself carefully please. If you are a minor you know how to behave.

Im probably forgetting alot and theres prolly alotta mistakes but im not wearing my glasses and my eyes are sore. ill just fix this later.

[bunnis-monsters]

Anons are back, pls behave yourselves 💗💗

[prettyboyfeedist]

About meeeeeee :3

- Pepper/Bear (not my real name!)

- 23

- transman (he/him)

- primarily feeder/FA/encourager, would entertain the thought of mutual gaining w/ the right person. Im strictly t4t. I'm greyromantic and bi, tho i have more of pref for men!

- this is a sideblog lmfao. I follow from my main that ends w/ 900.

- service top, overall switch and verse. I lean towards submissive a bit more but shrugs. it is what is it!

- CW: 262lbs. I'm not actively gaining! I'm not much of a feedee after all lol. I just happen to be fat due to medications and other factors. I am all for fat liberation. If you use us fat people as just fetish material, pls leave lmfao. We are actual people with feelings!!!!!!

DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOURE AN AGELESS/BLANK BLOG, MINOR OR TERF.

Cishet men r on thin ice. If you can behave yourselves you can follow 🙂‍↕️ just dont be a freak ass trans fetishist and we're good.

Mutuals are more than welcome to dm me <3 pspspsps i love making friends

Hard nos:

X: death feedism (some medplay is okay!)

X: ...?? Anything too unsanitary like sc*t and emeto.

X: ageplay

X: f/au/xcest, and anything under that umbrella. Get away from me actually lmfao.

Yes:

- bellies in general

- soft feedism

- burping

- slobbification (i can elaborate just give me time LMFAO.)

- dom feedees pls hit my line. Im begging on my knees....

Tags are just for organization reasons.

[hoosurdaddy]

Chapter 2.

Pairing: Post Covid! Stan Marsh x reader, post covid!kenny McCormick x Reader.

triggers: 18+, cheating, smut. Reader is married to Stan. Pls picture them in their early 30's (important for the ending). Post Covid.

Trying to be sneaky with Kenny was less than obvious, smiling at each other was caught on by co-workers. Private conversations that no one could make out when Kenny would bring you into his office to discuss faxs. It didn't feel like cheating, but it was. But you always kept it professional, keeping your hands to yourselves with only a desk separating you. You were proud of yourself for the way you the behaved during your staff meeting at the end of Thursday as Kenny discussed the next experiment.

His eyes watched your mouth as you told co-workers about the special place to put paper work and faxes. He didn't realise how long he had need staring, but he was mindlessly agreeing with everything you were still. Kenny wanted to hop over and kiss you, but he didn't. It filled both of you with excitement.

Still seated, as other co workers got up to leave for the day, you were talking to Butters, who worked as Kenny's financial advisor. Butter's was a sweetheart, but he was a bit of an airhead at time, but Kenny couldn't be more grateful for Butter's. He still couldn't shake the jealousy when you touched Butter's arm as you both laughed. Kenny waited at the door for the two of you as he said his goodbyes.

Once you gathered your own sheets, you waved goodbye to Butters and headed over to Kenny. Butter's watched with a raised eyebrow as Kenny immediately followed, but assumed since you were married to his best friend, you both were going to meet Stan.

You'd have to be stupid to have sex with a married person.

Kenny watched as you walked a few feet infront of him, he checked around to see most of the employees had gone or were just leaving. Once the coast was clear, Kenny caught up to you, pulling you by the waist and pulled you into a spare office. It was 5:10. No one was there, only you two. "What are you doing this Saturday?" Kenny asked between kisses. Saturday was two days away, and usually every one of them was spent with Stan, laughing and eating ice cream.

"Why? do we need to go over the dress code?" You flirted as you let you a giggle when Kenny wrapped his hands around your hips and leaned in. "Whatever you want." Kenny smirked. You and Stan had been in Kenny's house many a times. It was huge, and you two would be free to do whatever. You wanted to say yes, but with Stan on the back of your mind, you weren't sure. You sighed.

"It's just one Saturday." Kenny frowned, but your mind and heart were disagreeing between yes and no. But with Kenny looking so cute, you couldn't help but smile and brush his hair out of his face. "Okay, fine." You smiled, kissing him happily.

"Is Frank Gallagher waiting for you outside?" Kenny laughed when you playfully slapped him arm. "No, I drove." You replied, grabbing your papers again and headed out of the room. "Stan is busy actually."

Kenny grabbed your hands as he walked through the halls of his company, something he wanted to do for a while now. "Ken." You quickly pulled your hand away. Jesus, was he insane? Just cause these people were very well educated, didn't mean they didn't gossip. Kenny looked at you with puppy eyes. "Just wait until Saturday."

--

As soon as you got home, you found Stan in his office after getting off a zoom call with his company. He straightened up when he heard you come in. He reached his hand out for you, only to pull you across his lap. Stan kissed your cheek.

"Hey sweetheart." Stan started as he rubbed your leg. "Kyle called. He was wondering if you and Rebecca wanted to go to Denny's later?"

You always liked Heidi, Cartmen.. not so much but you put up with it. But sometimes it was awkward, Cartmen and Stan have been best friends (kinda) since forever, but Yentel was a sweetheart. You didn't know how Cartmen managed to pull her but she was too good for him. Not to mention, how tiring work has been, you wanted to say no due to your social battery being low. But it's been a while since Stan and Kyle got to see each-other, so for him; you nodded.

You could of hung out with Kenny but obviously that would raise questions. So you could deal with Cartmen tonight.

"Perfect." Stan smiled, planting a kiss onto your cheek. "And think about where we should go on Saturday."

"Saturday? Like this Saturday?" You turned to Stan wide eyed as you stared at him. God, you were adorable, Stan thought.

"Yeah, remember? Every month we do something different and fun." Stan laughed. He figured after he brought you paint balling last night that you might want to do something more relaxed? Go watch the sunset at Stark Ponds? Rent a movie? Bring him to the mall outside of town? Anything for his girl.

"I can come." You paused, thinking of your commitment to Kenny. Commitment? You were suppose to be commitment to your husband, Stan Marsh. "I might be late though.. New experiments, new paper work.. Ya know how it goes." Stan had really improved himself compared to when you first started dating. And even after 12 years old marriage, the fact he was still this romantic and held such love for you, made you feel guilty and in awe.

"Oh a new experiment? How fun."

"Not really." You laughed.

"How late though?"

"9:30? 10?" You couldn't say cause Kenny hadn't told you any plans about Saturday.

"Ten?" Stan frowned. "You couldn't ask Ken to let you go earlier? I can ask him?"

"No. I'm sorry Stan.. You know how crazy Kenny can be. When he has his mind to something, he has to do it."

Stan sighed, nodding in agreement. He has been friend with Kenny since childhood. He was always very strong headed, and worked hard in school to get good grades. Even in college, he put his head down and worked, worked, worked. Maybe it was because of his childhood, but his determination got him to where he was today. Stan kissed your cheek again.

"You know.. I still have that lingerie set that Bebe got for me for my birthday.. and I haven't worn it yet, I can see Saturday wrote all over the lingerie.." From ear to ear, Stan grinned. That sounded like a wonderful idea to him. "Cartmen's going to kill you if you don't let him know we're going."

Stan shrugged, pulling out his phone to text Cartmen about the booking. "We have to be there for 8, so we best get dolled up." Stan went to stand up but before he did, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

--

Dinner was going smoothly. Cartmen and Stan were catching up, despite living five minutes from each other, work always got between the two of them. And Yentel, she talked and talked about everything in the world. You nodded mindlessly, but when you went to open your mouth, Yentel talked. While she talked, you began day dreaming about Saturday with Kenny and what he had planned for the two of you. Sex obviously being one of them, but maybe something romantic? Maybe he planned to cook a dinner? Oh, a bottle of wine.

Speak of the devil, your phone rang. It was Kenny. You glanced around to see Stan looked over when it rang. "It's Kenny, work stuff." You muttered. "I'll ring him later."

Stan shook his head as he took a drink of his water. "No answer it, it could be important."

You excused yourself to the bathroom to answer the phone. Stan watched as you walked away. He began thinking about when was the last time Kenny called you about work? When was the last time Kenny called him actually? They used to talk everyday.

“I bet Kenny has a crush on Y/N." Cartmen snorted as he looked up from his cook. Stan glared at the man before rolling his eyes at him. Typical of Cartmen, always stirring shit. "You're such an idiot."

"What? Dude, he totally does." Cartmen continued, winding Stan up to the last. "He was always checking out her ass in high school and college. He always used to talk about her, asking about her."

“that's what being a friend is called." Stan replied when he seen you coming out of the toilet, phone in pocket. You walked over to the bar, ordering two waters. One for him, one for you.

He kept watching you though. Stan let a huff of air out, feeling a sicken feeling in his stomach, but assumed that was down to Cartmen's teasing that had annoyed him to no ends. He watched as you turned to look at him with a big smile when the bartender handed you the drinks. Stan should of known better then to ever listen to Cartmen. Stan should of known better then to think his girl and friend would do that to him.

Kenny knew you were Stan's girl, and he was more then happy with that.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

haha okay so

(Emmeline uses they/she/he pronouns)

Emmeline is Evan's and Célines kid, Céline dies young tho and Nya and the others help raise them, so they kinda see Nya as some sort of auntie/mother figure

Obviously she's very close with Kal and Pierre, and they're a similar age too, and uh the thing with them is that Pierre and Emmeline bond a lot over horses, Pierre does English riding and Emmeline does western and they train together a lot and it's like a whole thing

Emmeline catches Kalypso and him doing it, when they're like 15, and from then on smh she's in. Like they help hide it, and they're also a part of the sexual stuff sometimes

And then when they're sixteen, Emmeline pierre and Kal go on a trip, and you need context for this so here goes:

Irl I have two brothers and we're triplets, I'm cooler than them (fr tho) but it's like yk? They're not bad but they're my brothers so ofc were not besties

but anyways the idea of that trip was that I did a whole reunion w my brothers and like part of their families and brought some of the kids w me cus they wanted to meet ppl right?

Well in the scenario they kinda keep to themselves, they speak multiple languages that the other kids or their parents don't speak and kind being elitist, here's where grown-ups comes in cus thats how Adam sandler dudes kids behave at the start right?

(also they're pretty typical rich kids but they're also good kids yk?)

So house by the sea, and I come up with the genius idea to let the kids share a room (supposed to be like my kids w the others so that they get to know each other) but ofc Emmeline pierre and Kal interpret that as take the biggest best room with a lock and put all our stuff there so that we can ignore the others and fuck

So ofc ik about all that, and funny as I am, there's a whole scene where I join them (but like let's not go there haha 🤭

Anyways we spend a few days there, and then because nya thought it was cool, them and regulus also come over and they bring esmeralda and beatrice (two of the other kids in the family) and from then on everybody kinda has to be a bit less elitist keep to yourselves, rich kiddy thingie because Pierre and kal wanna be on their bets behavior for their parents (for obvious reasons) and Emmeline thinks that's annoying but does it cus I'm there and obvi they're also involved w me smh

Anyways that's about that i think

Esmeralda and beatrice are funny to tho, cus they're sisters and theyre insane like they do the craziest adventures shit together and you'll never know where they've been it's so cool

omg... horse girls. LSVJSDFSJ . i love horse girls sorry. the elitist language thing is so real i may be stealing that for my fics i lovee when they self isolate .

pls go into the scene where u join the threesome im so curious. give it to me rachel give it to me please ☹️☹️

sending u an ask abt esmeralda and beatrice bc those r hot names omg wait

[pympartic]

:[ Figuring Out Yellowjacket's Origin ;;/ Protector and Prosecutor. ]

Terminology Guide ! System ; A collective term for all entities within one body. Alter ; A personality within a System often spawned as a response to intense or long term childhood trauma. Front ; The personality currently controlling the actions of a System Protector ; A common role for alters in a system focused on protection from Physical, Mental, Emotional and other Threats. Prosecutor ; A role for Alters who actively sabotage the system due to internalized self-hate and negative inputs.

It goes without saying that the comics handling of Pym's D.I.D has not been exactly favorable if or when it is used / brought up. From using it as a vector to have hank do a villain arc (ew) or to simply make him unhinged (ew) its safe to say its rarely been used as an actual storytelling tool as far as Hank's story is concerned. One thing that really adds to this is how his D.I.D often comes to be, that being either randomly as an adult (not scientifically possible) or because pym particles suddenly, on top of letting you shrink and grow, can also now just Cause a mental disorder universally explained to be spawned from childhood trauma based coping mechanisms to just Suddenly Appear?

Needless to say this is something I'm not really keen to run with for my interpretation.

EMH does make this slightly easier as Yellowjacket's specific origins is left unsaid. While he is very much portrayed as an Alter and his reasons for becoming the Front made very clear they dont delve into what caused him to manifest- Because lets be real there wasnt any time for that nor a big need to at the time.

This however has left me with an interesting conundrum precisely BECAUSE of how EMH's Yellowjacket Behaves; it starts to point towards what kind of childhood trauma MIGHT have spawned this Alter.

Its very clear he harbors intense anger and resentment towards Hank Pym, seeing him as weak and even claiming that 'killing him' was a favor. Implying that he sees him being the Front as the best possible outcome for all involved, Pym included. His anger appears to stem from Hank himself, namely how its displayed that Hank at the time of Yellowjacket becoming the Front was self deteriorating and seemingly given up on pretty much every aspect of his life. Mindlessly going from one test to another within his lab and cutting himself off from any outside contact, seemingly keen to just waste away.

( RANDOM POW NOTE ; If you are struggling with mental health Isolation will make it WORSE. Regardless of Introversion or Extroversion if you are suffering and cut yourself off from other human stimuli you will cause further damage to your mental health; pls take care of yourselves and dont put urself in an egg. <3 )

However notably to me I believe we actually SEE Yellowjacket be triggered to the Front before we see him in the suit. While hank starts off talking to Tony and Jan in very frantic skittish ways the moment Jan shows clear and obvious disappointment and frustration with him his tone suddenly becomes very calm and blunt with a single-

' This was a Mistake '

I choose to believe that WAS Yellowjacket. The instant backpedal to make them leave likely also being him as his previously jittery and tense tone is back but it sounds almost stilted and fake, like Yellowjacket is Trying to Sound like Hank.

HIS NAME also becomes very interesting when viewed with this kind of lenses because its very clear he treats it like his Actual Name; he shows clear anger when others refer to him as Hank and even when using pym's surname he gets grouchy, insisting his name is Yellowjacket.

Why is this interesting? ; To me its interesting because it might imply that yellowjacket has Always Been a costumed almost 'superhero' like persona. Which also could poke into why he is NEVER out of the mask unless hes forced to be. There can also be the argument that he just hates his face because he looks like hank and he cant do much to change that but it could also be both I think.

-And the NAME Yellowjacket ; I have no doubts in my head that a 6-9 year old Hank would be just as much of a nerd about creepy crawlies as he grows up to be later on so its very possible he Knew of yellowjackets. What makes that interesting is that yellowjackets are communal wasps. They live in hives and nests like bees and ants and are DEEPLY PROTECTIVE of those nests often attacking anything that goes Near their burrows even if they dont touch it. It makes me think that Yellowjacket initially manifested specifically as a Protector either of Hank himself or his family at large. The details- Im not sure on yet, but it leaves a lot to think about especially with how he's clearly shifted to more of a Prosecutor role in the System, actively keeping Hank out of the picture until a trigger event pushes him to the Front [I.E Jan being nearly killed / deeply hurt] WHICH NOW THAT I THINK ON IT could be part of why Yellowjacket avoids hurting her when possible. Jannets harm pushes Hank into the Front and Yellowjacket Doesnt Want That.

TL ; DR : Yellowjacket in EMH seems to have been spawned specifically as a Protector Alter for their System, what trauma specifically caused him to form I dont yet know but in recent times he seems to have shifted to a Prosecutor role, and I wonder if he could find ground as a Protector again.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Overprotective Hitoya with insecure fem! darling who get bullied (like in university/work) as one-shot pls.. I understand if it's not okay, thank you very much anyway!

Writer's corner: Ok.. this is a serious message.. It's been pretty difficult for me to write this request, but I did it anyway (even if late, I'm sorry for that, anon sweetheart!), because I wanted to denounce any kind of bullying (both cyber and non).. I've been bullied too and so this is something that I personally went through (luckily it wasn't anything too serious, like beating, but it hurt me anyway..) That's why I want to say that.. please, guys! If you're going through this kind of situations, DO NOT KEEP IT TO YOURSELVES. PLEASE, you MUST talk about it to someone..! Whoever could be- your parents, friends, relatives, helplines- they CAN help you! YOU MUST NOT KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. Do not behave like mc did in this request! PLEASE, talk to someone about it and, if necessary, ask for help even to police and lawyers! I let you here a link to some helplines I found on the net...----->♥

Also.. always remember that what others think of you is not important as long as you're happy with the person you are! You should be happy for who you are, no matter what is your gender, what is your skin's colour, or your sexuality! You MUST be proud of the beautiful and unique person you are! Do not let anyone bring away the smile and the love you have for yourself!!♥

Also.. Thank you for requesting, anon! I hope you're not going through any of this and that this is a simple request♥ otherwise, feel free to talk to me about it (if you're comfortable with it, of course).. I apologize again for posting it so late..♥ Enjoy♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Words: 1210

Warnings: a small spoiler hint if you haven't read Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle- side D.H & B.A.T manga, sad themes, bullying... (please, always remember to denounce this kind of situations and to respect the others!♥)

~"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎…"~

He couldn't have imagined what she was going through..

Of course he couldn't have! She was such a sweetheart! She was like... the best kind-hearted woman on the world..! She was.. perfect!.. Hitoya couldn't have imagined that even the "most perfect" being could be going through such a pain. He couldn't have imagined how hard it could be. But no matter how hard mc tried to keep this whole situation a secret.. No matter how fast she used to wipe her tears away after hearing Hitoya's footsteps coming.. No matter how she used to avoid his questions... No matter how she used to escape his questions.. She managed until that day. She managed to keep it secret until that day.. until Hitoya saw everything with his own eyes... Until he saw those guys- who had kept bullying mc for days now- laughing at her.. until he saw them insulting her.. until he saw them all taking pictures of her.. until he realized that they were taking pictures of her tears, while enjoying the view, laughing hard. Their laughters.. They were laughing just like if they had heard a joke.. like if they had just understood a comedian's punchline..! But there wasn't a comedian in front of them.. There was only mc, crying and trying hard to cover her own face behind her bare hands.. There was an innocent and pure young woman ashamed of her own tears.. maybe even ashamed of herself.. but why?.. What has she done for being treated like that?! For being laughed at?! For being insulted too?!... 

Hitoya was staring at the situation without saying anything at first; he was speechless. Of course he had already seen something like that. He had helped some young students legally to get rid of their bullies.. He helped Jyushi too. But his heart strangely started beating faster as he saw all those disgusting university students laughing because of how "pathetic" mc was at that moment.. Hitoya's eyes opened wider and his body started softly shaking in anger at the view of one of those students kicking mc, who was already on the ground, crounching. For the first time after a while he also felt fear into his heart.. after what it had happened to his own brother... now he was feeling the same fear of losing the one he loves. He was terribly afraid of losing mc.. of seeing her tears and those insults and kicks slowly destroying her.. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As if he had just escaped a trance state, Hitoya started moving his feet, taking some steps into the crowd, moving through all those university students who were making fun of mc. He looked angry, yes, but also a small hint of sadness and fear could be seen by his expression.. by those light green eyes of his. He used his hands to move through the crowd, he also had his eyes pointed on mc.. only on her and on her tears.. the tears she was still trying hard to cover behind those soft hands of hers.

"Stop you all!! Get away from her!!! Don't touch her!!"

As the lawyer reached the bullies- so the ones who were kicking and insulting mc- he pushed and punched them to get them moving away. He then stood in front of her, giving her his back and facing all those students who were now looking surprised. One of the bullies was on the ground, while the others were standing wondering who Hitoya was. Hitoya was trying to cover mc with his own body. His light green eyes, which were usually soft and even charming, now was completely angry and cold.. He was furious. He could feel his heart racing and his chest starting sweating a litte bit behind that white-and-black leather jacket of his. Even his breathing now was heavier, as if he had just finished to run a marathon. As mc realized Hitoya was there with her- as she heard his voice- she couldn't help but looked at the back of his neck with a surprised look.. She could see a bit of his face and she could tell that Hitoya was very angry with all those people.. maybe he even was a little bit angry with her in deep.. And he was, actually!.. why didn't she tell him about it earlier?.. Why did she decide not to talk to him about it?!.. Hitoya was angry with her too.. He would have preferred to know about this earlier.. he was a lawyer after all! He could have helped her immediately! Mc knew Hitoya hated this kind of situation.. he hated seeing people getting bullied!.. but then why did she try to keep it a secret?!.. Maybe because she didn't want him to get worried..?

"Haven't you heard me?!.. Get lost!! There's nothing to see or to take picture of!!.." 

Hitoya almost yelled, still keeping mc behind his back as to cover her. His voice echoed in that street in front of the University's entrance.. Slowly all those students started to go away.. There were two things that Hitoya really hated to see: bullies and coward people.. but he thought that the latters were the worst! Even worse that the bullies themselves..! Because coward people do not help who's getting bullied, but joined the "game", taking pictures or even laughing. They do not do anything to help the "victim" at all! And all those students who had taken pictures of a crying mc knew Hitoya was a lawyer.. they knew it would have been better for them to delete each of those pictures, so they did. Hitoya sighed softly: this kind of people are so coward that they even would never admit that they had taken pictures in the first place..! 

As all those people went away- as even the bullies started stepping and running away- Hitoya sighed worried and turned to face mc. She was looking at him surprised, her eyes looked wider and glowing in sadness... in pain. There were some bruises on her arms- maybe because of the kicks- and some tears running silently down her cheeks. The lawyer saw a tear of hers falling on the ground; he could have sworn to have heard its sound loudly, while actually silence was surrounding both mc and him. He pulled her in a hug suddenly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and head, caressing her hair. He closed his eyes and let her rest her head on his shoulder. Hitoya had so many questions to ask her.. but he preferred not to say anything.. now mc simply needed to be comforted by someone.. she needed to be hugged and to feel less alone. She needed to be hugged since nobody else had helped her before...!!

"H-Hitoya... I...", she sobbed whispering while hugging him, her arms slightly shivering around his torso. The lawyer caressed her head while keeping her as close as he could. He had his chin on her head while keeping his eyes closed.. he wanted to make her feel that he was there for her.. that he would have always been there for her, no matter what!

"Shhh... It's okay, mc.. You're not alone anymore... You're with me now.. Let's.. let's overcome this together..!!"

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