#btw i may not be particularly bothered or worried by this but if you are i just wanna tell you that you have every right to be!!!!

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Toby with a member of the mansion who just doesn’t like him? (Platonic btw) They don’t shit talk him or anything and work fine.. they just don’t like him in a more casual setting. -🧶 (I’m curious to see how this would go. Thank you :) )

Interesting, I think this is the first request I've gotten like this :p

Toby is, unfortunately, used to people not liking him. Part of it is due to his intentionally excitably annoying facade he keeps up all the time, and the other part of it is just due to his behaviors exhibited by his trauma, which of course isn't his fault. You don't seem to judge him for his trauma, and instead just seem to not particularly enjoy his company. The only downside to people not liking him is Toby tends to wonder what he's doing wrong to make you feel that way, as he does try very hard not to make people dislike him, and he often changes his behavior depending on who he's around. So, obviously, it bothers and upsets him that you have such disdain for him.

He knows not every person in the world is going to like him, but he can't help but wonder just what it is about him that you dislike so much. Whenever the two of you are working on missions together he's respectful and doesn't try to get too close to you, but you can always feel his eyes watching you, as though he wants to say something to you but he never does. Even when the two of you are just lounging about the mansion sometimes the feeling of someone watching you never seems to leave you, which in turn just makes you more agitated that he can't seem to leave you alone. If you tell him to knock it off he will, but it tends to make him a bit mopey, which honestly makes you prefer him just watching you from a distance. You're never rude to him, and you never talk about him behind his back, so really he has no reason to be so upset about you not liking him, but the reality is that it makes him incredibly anxious living in the same place as someone that doesn't like him, and it has him set on edge the whole time, scared one day your calm distaste might turn into something worse.

I think eventually Toby would end up wanting to have an actual sit down conversation with you to discuss that fact, just so if anything he could relax a bit more in the mansion around you. He expresses what I've written above, that he knows you don't have to like him, but that his residual trauma has him scared one day your indifference might turn into anger or violence, and he feels as though he has to walk around on eggshells around you. His honesty and openness catch you off guard, and of course, you put an end to his worries, rightfully stating that you would never want to hurt him or cause him any emotional harm. You may not like him, but you're not an asshole and you're not going to cause him any harm. Toby visibly relaxes while you explain that to him, and he apologizes for ever having such worries in the first place, and you apologize for having made him feel that way. The two of you will go back to your normal, of you not wanting to be close to him, and Toby watching you from a distance and never impeding, but I think it would be a bit lighter. Toby still views you in some sort of way as his family, as he does everyone in the mansion, and he'll protect you if he thinks he needs to, just as you would him, but he no longer really feels the pressure to try and grow closer to you. He'll accept that sometimes you can't be friends with everyone, even though he'd like to be friends with you, and maybe that chance will come in the future, but for now, he's content to just exist in your space without worry.

[mailjeevasfan]

hello! I love your writing. Could you write a prompt where the reader is working on the Kira case with L, and L shows that he truly does care about the reader and wants her to be safe. Maybe the reader and L have a bit of an argument before he admits this / shows it.

thanku sm <3 this was fun to write btw exams taking it OUT of me at the moment. requests are 100% still open but i may be more inactive for the next three ish weeks

-l lawliet x gn!reader

open ❦

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it was raining today, which wasn’t normal. weather in this region was typically mild, and you felt a tension in the air when you stepped outside that morning, a kind of static charge. perhaps a storm was coming?

you were planning to move into the task force building but that plan hadn’t been secured yet, so you were currently residing in an apartment not too far from work. you could walk there in a short amount of time if you wanted to, it was only any trouble on a rainy day like this. you luckily remembered an umbrella.

you arrived at work and studied the reflections of the dull sky on the skyscraper. you then spent the next few minutes bypassing the tedious security system watari had created. you understood that the confidentiality of the investigation was important, but this was always a pain.

walking into the building, you noticed that you were the last to arrive. the somber atmosphere of the outside world had somehow carried into the main office, the cheery air around matsuda being an exception. you greeted everyone and went over to l. his energy had been particularly charged after the recent events. the death note had been discovered and higuchi had been caught. the chaos had done no good for anyone, and you wanted so badly to make sure that he was okay. but no matter what, he didn’t say a word to you.

when the day was over, you hung back after everybody had left to go to their respective rooms, or left to go home. l still sat at his usual station, studying some sort of statistics on his computer. a lot of the time you didn’t even think the things he worked on were relevant at all, it all seemed very convoluted to you. but he always got his work done so you never bothered to inquire.

you felt tired from the way he’d been acting because you were worried. you were upset that he was distancing himself from everybody this way, but you were still becoming increasingly concerned. something had changed about him, he wasn’t as motivated as usual. you really wanted to approach him about the issue but didn’t know how. but today, you decided to follow through in trying to talk to him, because the issue wasn’t fixing itself.

‘ryuzaki?’

he briefly glances at you coming to sit by him before looking back at the monitor. you study his expression in the time he takes to respond, and his eyes are dark. even the brightness of the screen doesn’t put any life into his expression.

‘…yes?’

you roll your eyes at how nonchalant he’s acting, but continue nonetheless. you decide to be as bold as you can allow yourself to be.

‘i want to speak with you. something’s changed. you’re so quiet, especially towards me.’

‘i’m-‘

he carefully evaluates his response before continuing to speak.

‘…i don’t know what you’re talking about.’

you can’t tell if he’s joking or not but decide to ignore whatever he’s trying to pull.

‘i want you to be honest with me. i’ve been working with you and the others for long enough to know when there’s something wrong. i promise you i’ll understand if there’s a problem, there’s a lot going on right now i know. so please, just-‘

‘you must forget about it. continue with your work as usual so that i can continue with mine.’

his blunt interruption catches you completely off guard, his mood changed so quickly. but something about the wording of his outburst…

are you keeping him from working somehow?

‘what are you…is it me? have i done something?’

he finally looks at you, and you swear you can see concern in his eyes.

‘no… no, of course not. i’m sorry. i just mean, i-‘

he stammers again. you realise that he probably doesn’t do this often. you put a hand on his shoulder, worrying that you’ll regret it. he becomes rigid for a moment before relaxing again.

‘i’m worried for you, y/n. these feelings are foreign to me. there are so many problems with you being here, but you haven’t caused any of them. it’s… hard for me to explain it.’

but you understand. of course you understand. you’ve already said, you’ve known him for long enough now. and what he’s trying to describe… you almost feel wrong for finding it endearing.

‘i understand ryuzaki, and i don’t ever want me being here to create conflict or problems. i want you to know that i’m here because i want to be. i want to catch kira, no matter what it takes. i think the same way you do. i want to be like you one day.’

you’re hesitant when saying the last line, but you promised yourself you’d be bold and transparent.

‘you’re fine as you are.’

he speaks with a small smile on his face, his eyes finally showing affection. it’s something you haven’t seen in a long time. you pause, hoping he’ll continue.

‘i’m sorry. you don’t deserve to have to deal with what happens here. i’m so frightened. if anything happened to you…’

his face still lacks some sincerity, but you see everything in his eyes.

‘but i want you to stay. and i will do everything in my power to protect you.’

you turn his chair around and smile at him, satisfied. much to your surprise, he actually smiles back. his expression is reverted. he leans up and softly kisses you on the lips.

when you leave a little later, you look up at the sky the same way you did this morning. the clouds have parted, and it almost looks as if the heavens are beaming light onto the earth.

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[multiplicity-positivity]

Ok so

I'm sure by the time you get to this everything we're going through will be over (if not I think I would genuinely be dead) (no like literally) (I mean it's rare but--) (I'm gonna stop) but I would be curious to see what you think about this situation.

So we got "sick". It's an ear infection, actually, but it's close enough. This ear infection has been worse than any we've had in the past (were oddly prone to these things and have had at least 3 (including the current one) in the past 3 years or so) and it has taken pretty much everything energy-wise from us. We've skipped two days of school from this too. We were also in the ER yesterday for it. That makes it sound really bad, but it was just for IV antibiotics so they would take effect quicker. Doctor recommended it.

Anyways. Because of this, we have literally no clue who's fronting and haven't since this started. I don't know who I am typing this. It's just been a blurry mess.

That's what im curious about. What do we do when all of our energy is being spent on just making it through the day (oh btw we've gotten treatment and it's looking good), but... I still want to know who's fronting.

There's been no access to headspace at all, not that we normally have much, and we were just getting to the point that we could hear each other even when we're not fronting sometimes. I'm worried this will backtrack our progress. It's been 2 years that we've been working on this, and it took so long to get to this point. I don't want it to all go down the drain because of one particularly severe ear infection.

Anyways. Respond, or don't. I won't mind either way, really.

-???? (Via @cloverstarsys )

Hiya! Yowch, we’re really sorry y’all have been going through a rough time! We hope that your ear infection will recover smoothly and y’all will be able to get some rest soon! >_<

When it comes to figuring out who’s fronting… the safety and well-being of your system should come first always! Y’all might just have to take some uncomfortable time without knowing whose fronting until you reach a point where you’re stable, safe, and pain-free once again!

We know that’s not really a good answer, especially if not knowing who is fronting is seriously bothering you. But please remember that the safety of your system and your own survival is more important than anything else, including knowing who’s fronting!

We do really love this article by Kella Hanna-Wayne on the ways their system figures out who’s in front:

Some of their suggestions could easily be done even when overwhelmed, like looking over a list of headmate names, thinking about what you want to do, or listening to different kinds of music! :3

We want to reassure you that blurriness likely will not last forever! So even if these tips don’t help and you still feel blurry afterwards, we hope you can find the strength to wait it out in the hopes that, as you recover, you may gain some more clarity about who you are.

Gosh, we really hope y’all start to feel better soon! We really don’t think that all your hard work and efforts will go to waste. Progress is not linear and just because y’all feel like you’ve been set back doesn’t mean that any of your accomplishments are undone!! Please try to get some rest and remember!! Your health should come first always!! >w<

[aimlesspixel]

Isat Scintillation - Side Stories V1

I more so wrote these as a way to practice getting a feel for how the different character's think and act but since they are events in my fic I figured I may as well put them out there! Please make sure to read Chapters 1 and 2 first before biting into these.

Mirabelle

Mmph, Siffrin still looks like their pushing themselves a bit to keep up this pace. Don't they know how important rest is for recovery? He doesn't want any of us to worry i bet. I know we're going to reunite Bonnie and Nile but that doesn't mean that we can't slow down.

I wonder what Bambouch is like I know it's close to the sea but not much more than that. I'll ask Bonnie sometime.

Still I can't believe we managed to save Vauguard. We really do owe Siffrin I overheard her talking to them back when we just finished discussing our plans and if she's right we really didn't have any chance at victory without them. I'm so glad that we managed to save them from the time loop.

"Mirabelle is something wrong?"

"Oh madame! No nothings wrong, just lost in thought i suppose." "Alright well I'll leave it at that then I'm not particularly good with feelings. Besides that though i was curious if you'd like to discuss books?"

"Oooh would you really?! I have so many to recommend! Like the cursing of chateaux castle! And-"

"Slow down, yes I'd love to and please don't shout in my ear."

"Oh• sorry Madame."

"You were excited, in my endless magnanimity i shall find it in my heart to forgive you this time."

"Of course Madame I thank you graciously for your forgiveness (with a giggle)."

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Odile

Working too hard huh? Siffrin definitely worked too hard back in the house especially with the almost ending the world business... It's been bothering me a while, how come Siffrin and the king both knew wish craft? I mean they did start the loops (according to that star looking fellow named loop and our conversation with them) with wish craft they accidentally did so how did they know about it?

My best guess is with the last thing the king said about his country. If they're from the same place that may explain it.

Actually that explains a few other things too like why Siffrin said they can't go home and their poor memory I mean the whole thing with the king was no one could remember his country right? I can't imagine how that would affect someone who grew up there and moved to live elsewhere before everyone couldn't remember.

"We know you're all excited to see us but we need to find an inn so we can rent a room for the night." The kids apologize and run off. Honestly I'm glad we have the time to talk with the locals and such, not having the stress of Vaugaurds imminent doom looming over is a great change of pace.

We've come through here once already but we were collecting orbs then so I'll just ask the defenders around here.

"Welcome! Welcome! Are you looking for a room today?"

It's a bit impressive how fast Vaugaurde is able to continue regular operation after such a large scale emergency. "Yes what kinds of rooms do you have?"

"We have single, double, and triple bed rooms available"

No reason to change tradition "The three bed room please."

"Of course here's the key I'll show you to the room"

The room is pretty spacious for a three bed inn room. Maybe they're treating us since we just saved Vauguard. That's probably it honestly. Well i wont deny a little special treatment as long as we're still paying properly

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The Next Side Stories collection will feature Isabeau and Bonnie btw so hopefully you're looking forward to it!

[umnitsa]

hii!! on that recent drabble prompt list, are you able to do 3 and 5 with hopper? maybe with reader that has healthy bodyweight but also body image issues and some people worsen it by making them feel like theyre overweight. i love your work btw and i hope to read whatever else you have in store!!

Hey, anon! I liked tackling this prompt; it's an important subject for me and, really... It doesn't matter in the end; you're never thin enough for some people, so don't worry. I say that as someone who tried a LOT to be 'thin enough'. So yes, very soft Hopper, established relationship, some sex. (and please, you can send me asks with anon commentaries if you want <3 I won't post it if you tell me not to, I just would love some feedback! <3)

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“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” Hopper asked bluntly, pushing his plate and leaning towards you. “Something bothering you, honey?”

You looked down, sighing, then tapped your fingertips on the table and pushed your plate.

“Am I that transparent?” You asked softly, turning to him, your hands holding each other between your knees. You felt as shy and awkward as you could.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” He scooted closer and bopped your nose lightly with his index finger. You chuckled, as you always did, but you just sounded tired and sad this time. “Come on, you can tell me.”

He scooted his chair closer, extending a hand to the back of your chair. His massive presence was comforting, even with his worry for you. With a sigh, you raised your eyebrows.

“I heard some nasty comments at work.” You grimaced, rubbing your hands over your thighs.

You knew it shouldn’t bother you. It has been years since a nasty comment about your size got a raise from you, but this time it was particularly nasty. Not only the content of the comment but the way it was made. Just loud enough for you to hear, with some plausible deniability, if you got pissed and reacted.

People were the worse.

You didn’t react. You were too shocked. The woman ended the tirade about your fat ass with a throwaway comment about keeping a man.

To be honest, it wasn’t that important; you didn’t doubt Hopper’s feelings for you, and if you ever did, you just needed to look into his deep blue eyes, filled with concern, with love. But it always made you feel somewhat insecure about everything, the way these nasty people always sounded so sure.

Hopper grunted, standing up and holding his hand out for you. He made you stand up and pushed you gently into the bedroom.

“I hate that people do this to you.” He said softly, turning the lights off, leaving only the bedside lamp. He knew. He had gone through the same. “You don’t deserve it.”

You sighed, letting him take off your clothes, then his own; he quickly joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. One of his hands grabbed your ass, which made you chuckle. Hopper loved grabbing your ass; it was always his first movement.

“You look like the women in the paintings… I really don’t like museums, but I liked those.” He chuckles softly, squeezing your flesh. You could feel him hardening against your thigh.

Hopper kissed you, his hands sliding against your skin, firm palms, strong fingers grabbing and massaging. He moaned as he crushed your body into his embrace, no skin left untouched.

“You’re the perfect size for me.” He chuckled, kneeling between your legs and positioning himself. You felt his cock against your pussy and whimpered. “You don't disappear under my hands.” He thrusted slowly into you, watching you gasp as you clenched around him. “You were built to take me, honey.”

His hips touched yours, and he kissed you as he stayed still. He nuzzled your cheek, then rested his forehead against yours. You felt his breath against your lips as he whispered; you wouldn’t forget his words for a long time.

“You were made for me. Everything around me looks so small, so fragile. Not you. You can take me.”

[quirklove]

Hey! May I get some headcannons for Skeptic please? Can they be about the way he hugs, cuddles and kisses please? Thank you! Love your writing btw! <3

abso freaking lutely!! Tomo is my baby boy~

superiority inferiority complex and hidden insecurities??? he doesn’t know her! XD

He’s not very good at being affectionate and romantic in public, for one thing. If you act that way with him where others can see, fine, whatever, it doesn’t really bother him; just don’t expect him to reciprocate, at least not to the degree that you act. Much as he adores you, he doesn’t like seeming vulnerable around other people. That kind of thing can be exploited as a weakness, so he tries to hide it. He’ll return a kiss or give your hand a squeeze, but… there won’t be much passion in public gestures.

Even in private, though, it’s not usually easy for him to relax. Sometimes it feels like if he isn’t constantly working on something, he’s just… failing at life. But of course, that’s precisely the reason he needs to relax a little. He’s nearly always very stiff at first, mumbling some excuse about having something to do, and resisting your touch. It’s as if he has to let himself have ‘permission’ to chill out. Luckily, the simple fact that you want to spend time with him, unadulterated by any kind of responsibilities, often makes him soft. To the point that it’s easier, only around you, to let all the stress and worry melt down into something far more manageable. When he’s with you, he believes that everything else should come second ― time for you is time for you, and his being preoccupied with other things is disrespectful to his beloved. Though it takes practice, to feel his muscles go completely limp under your fingertips is the best.

Tends to rest his head on your shoulder or in your lap during cuddle sessions. Particularly around you, he has been trying to let his walls down a bit, so most of the time when you’re together, (only in private), he silently reminds you that there’s a lot weighing him down. So… he occasionally has to put it all down. The safest way to do so is to let you hold him for  awhile. He likes to watch TV or read books this way, too… snuggled up with you, head nuzzled into your neck or laying atop your thighs. You quiet his mind, somehow, and give him something more gentle to focus on. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a Quirk which relies on stress to power it, because moments like this take it all away. (He has never been so glad to not be Rikiya Yotsubashi in his life…)

Regardless of anything else, he’s incredibly gentle with you during romantic moments, particularly in public. (Obviously, sex is another story!) He’s careful in where he puts hi hands, he doesn’t dare use any real kind of force, and even if you’re trying to work him up or get his attention, he displays a level of restraint that rivals a vow of celibacy. He does like to hold your hand… well. When he’s able to. Often his own hands are busy with his laptop, so, he can’t always take your hand. It’s a cautious gesture when he does, though.

Hugs from Tomoyasu are… desperate, in a way? Maybe he’s paranoid, but it’s a frequent thought in his mind: I could lose you, couldn’t I? Something could go wrong. And I could lose you. And it would be my fault that I didn’t ― couldn’t ― keep you safe. He knows he’s physically not the strongest person, and… while his Quirk is powerful, it really doesn’t tie directly into strength. He’s convinced he can’t do anything to protect you, so instead, he holds onto you tightly when he can. It scares him, the thought that a failure of his could lead to something bad happening to you. So he clings to you. He holds you in his arms for much longer than most people would consider a hug to last. With him, it’s more of a standing cuddle, except all his muscles are tensed with this singular purpose of holding you as close as possible. He nestles his face against your neck, rubs his hands up and down the small of your back, pats between your shoulder blades. It’s technically a hug! Just… a very, very long one.

Suffice it to say, his ‘hug’ is enough of an emotionally-charged romantic gesture that he doesn’t hug you like this around other people. When he does hug you in public, it’s nothing like his real hugs. In public, it’s fleeting, casual; more often than not, just a one-armed return to a hug you’ve given him. His arm loops around your waist briefly, maybe a quick squeeze, before he pulls away to continue whatever else he’s doing. His hugs in public and private are like night and day.

His kisses work in a similar way to his hugs. In public? You’ll be lucky if you get a peck on the cheek. It lasts half a second, tops… though, if he happens to be around the rest of the MLA and them only, he will occasionally be holding your hand, and tug it upwards to brush his lips over your knuckles. Kissing a partner’s hand is quite romantic, isn’t it? Particularly given his focus on hands in general, considering how much he uses his own, mirroring it and giving some attention to your hands is a bit of a significant gesture for him, even if it doesn’t last long.

Privately, his kisses are so, so, so needy. He kisses you as if he thinks you’re going off to war, like he’s never going to see you again. Of course, that’s only if the two of you have more than a moment to spare. Because those private, true kisses of his are so desperate, he takes a while to get through them. He might kiss you in long intervals, broken only by the need to catch his breath, drawn out over… twenty minutes, half an hour, or more than an hour. Or he might go intense in a different way, catching your lips with his over and over quickly, like machine-gun fire, and he’ll need to ‘reload’ every few minutes. Either way, he typically ends up quietly panting for breath, with his forehead leaned against yours and clasping your hand, softly begging you, “Do it again. Kiss me again.” Even if he can’t breathe, he wants more; unintentionally self-destructive, he would probably beg you for a kiss even if he knew it would kill him. He just… needs to know that you’re here. That you’re still here. That he hasn’t transformed himself into someone utterly incapable of being loved.

[stormyoceans]

they just killed all of vegas' character development in A CHAPTER of the new book wtf

me after reading this message and going in the tag to see what they did to my boys in the novel:

i can't say im particularly surprised, though. im personally not a fan of the novel, and i know i may seem overdramatic when i praise the writing for the vegaspete storyline in the show, but there really are no words to properly express the fantastic job BOC made, not only with them, but with kinn and porsche too. im actually not even that upset about what happened in this last chapter tbh, because to me the novel and the show are two very different beings, and the same goes for their characters

also the show may be an adaptation of the books, but BOC already changed a lot of things (including the MAJOR plot twist of porsche's mom being alive), and they put so much care and respect when handling certain topics that i can't help but trust that, if we do get a season 2, they will keep doing an amazing job in developing the characters

so im going to just.. completely ignore the novel and keep thinking about vegas and pete having very enthusiastic consensual sex with vegas worshipping every inch of pete's body and the two of them just slaughtering anyone who even thinks about laying a hand on the other

[islandofsages]

Hi! It's the Beidou anon! It was so cute btw, I loved it! ☺️

I think it'd be really funny if there was a ghost reader who decided to reside in a doll (that kinda looks like gouba) or something and decides to follow Xingqui and Chongyun, popping up at random times of the day to mess with them.

If I could be 🦇 anon I'd be honored! 💛 Thank you!

summary: in which you scare two boys into the friendzone.

characters: xingqiu + chongyun x gn!reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, crack? + fluff, xinyan is mentioned, fic format

warnings: haunted doll mention

author's notes: oh my god i have two emoji anons now holy shit even tho both of you probably left by now bc i take my goddamn time with writing LMAO anyways i finally!! finished your rq 🦇 anon!! thank you so so much for being patient with me and that you like my stuff enough to become an anon here 😭

word count: 1.5k

FEM/FEM-ALIGNED DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Being a ghost is boring most of the time. Especially if you’re the type no one can see.

You usually spend your days idling by, phasing through anything and everything, save for solid terrain. Though recently, you’ve taken a liking to people-watching. Who knew humans could be so interesting? They live, they love, they laugh - they die, they hate, they cry. Particularly, you have been intrigued by a pair of friends who go by Chongyun and Xingqiu, the former an exorcist and the latter an heir to a renowned guild. Oh, all the things that humans do to leave behind a little proof…

The exorcist seems to always look bothered or bored and the young heir would try to cheer him up by pranking him. The pair is such a delight to watch, you thought. But on this specific day, you decide that you are going to eavesdrop on their little conversation instead of merely watching. Chongyun’s frown on this day seems more prominent than usual, which worries you somewhat. And as always, his chivalrous friend is by his side, in another attempt to trick him into an exorcizing gig.

“C’mon Chongyun, chin up! Tell you what, I heard that someone found a haunted doll near Wangshu Inn…don’t you wanna check that out? Wouldn’t that be fun? Usually you have to deal with regular spirits but maybe this one’ll be different!” Xingqiu tries to convince his friend, nudging his shoulders playfully. You can see the corners of Chongyun’s lips quirk up slightly, as if he’s trying his best to hold his smile back - or that he’s genuinely so down in the dumps that he can only manage what may be the tiniest smile in Teyvat (if it could be called a smile in the first place).

“It’s no use, Xingqiu. Every day feels the same. I wake up, I get a promising lead, then I arrive at the place only to be met with disappointment because either there never was a spirit in the first place or that I already scared it away with just my pure yang energy,” Chongyun complains as he brings his knees up to his chest and buries his face in them. Xingqiu sighs, his face unreadable. That’s when you realize that you yourself are somehow unaffected by Chongyun’s yang spirit…and that maybe you can help with his little crisis.

“A haunted doll near Wangshu Inn, huh? That may be worth looking into,” you whisper and grin to yourself. With that, you make your way to the aforementioned inn by dramatically flying into the sky and vanishing - not that anyone could see. But you just feel like being a little silly. Little do you know that “little” will turn into a lot soon.

You may have wanted to listen in more on the two’s conversation. You have no idea where the doll actually is and “near Wangshu Inn” is too general of a term. You’ve wandered here enough to know there’s another ghost who they call Dusky Ming but even she can’t see you. Literally nobody can see you, neither human or ghost, and it has left you questioning your existence for a while. But now you couldn’t care less; well, except you could. It does get pretty lonely sometimes after all.

“If I was a haunted doll, where would I be?” you say to yourself as you roam around the inn aimlessly. Though you have considered the possibility that you might just phase through this so-called haunted doll instead of possessing it, you never know until you try. You’re always trying too hard - but you can't exactly not try at all. So there you are, possibly searching for an item that may not even exist in the first place; but then you see it.

In a quiet and desolate corner of the inn, in the cramped space behind the huge watermill, you see a doll slump lifelessly on the ground. You expected a more human-like doll but instead, it looks like a teddy bear more than anything. It even seems a bit similar to that bear you see running around Liyue with his chef companion - Guoba is his name, isn’t it? And the chef girl is Xiangling if you recall correctly. Suddenly, you perk up at the thought of a new idea; what if you become the Guoba to those two boys?

“That is, if I can possess this thing…” you mumble to yourself as you near the doll; you now clearly see how battered and bruised it is. But you can give it life, give it joy, if only you can possess it. You hope to the Archons that you wouldn’t just walk right through it. And so you crack your ghostly knuckles and with a loud exhale, you purposely crash into the doll with all your might. Cue the confusion; you don’t really feel much different except…

Your gaze feels much more fixed than before. And that you feel much, much shorter.

“No way…I did it?!” you exclaim as you glance at your hands- I mean, paws. You start jumping up and down, absolutely thrilled that you successfully managed to possess an inanimate item finally and that you’re not a dishonor to the paranormals. You don’t worry about being spotted much - after all, there’s a reason why the doll was left there in the first place. Then you rub your cute little paws together mischievously; oh, you cannot wait for the exciting adventures you’re about to embark on in the future.

And the first stop is none other than the two boys.

The agenda for the first day of possessing an inanimate object: stalk the two boys and give them more than just a little fright. Call it a ghost’s instinct but you can’t fight the urge to just give them your biggest “Boo!” and see their cute little faces all pale and frightened. You giggle at the thought as you sneak from building to building in Chihu Rock, frantically searching for the two boys. The harbor’s been pretty busy these days, you notice; which left you with no choice but to parkour in the shadows. But you don’t mind - it’s been a while since you’ve felt this giddy.

You let out a short exhale when you see that familiar light blue cowlick poking out around the outer-corner of a restaurant - Wanmin Restaurant, to be precise. And when you turn that corner, to nobody’s surprise, you can see that Xingqiu is by his side. You swear to the Archons these two really are inseparable; but that is no hindrance, quite the opposite actually. You get to kill two birds with one stone or rather, prank two boys with one jumpscare. You giggle to yourself as you prepare to give them the fright of their lives.

“Boo!” you cry out as you jump out from your little hiding spot and sure enough, they copy you and jump also - except they do so out of shock. But then they begin to regain their composure a little too quickly for your liking, and they don't even turn pale! Maybe you are a disgrace to the ghost race…you begin to think so, until Xingqiu interrupts your (self-deprecating) train of thought.

“Woah, look at this thing! It looks a bit like Guoba, doesn’t it? It looks pretty beaten up though…” he comments, Chongyun tilting his head curiously at you in response. You aren’t used to the attention so of course you freeze in place. Even the chef guy there is starting to take notice of your presence, his face unreadable but you suppose he’s confused. Then to your dismay, Chongyun looks away but not before he gives you a bored look.

“You and Xinyan say that about anything that vaguely resembles a bear. It’s probably some stray that got lost in town,” Chongyun merely dismisses you, probably the result of many, many letdowns. Xingqiu lets out an awkward laugh and even the chef goes back to cooking as if you never appeared. You can’t help but empathize with Chongyun - it really does feel like every effort you make is just a waste of time. But, again, it’s not like you can’t not try.

So you try the same trick on the day after. And the day after that too. And so on.

Along the way, you’ve learnt the proper way to spook humans; hide in either a very obscure spot or in a very obvious one, as if hidden in plain sight. For example, one afternoon, you managed to somehow jumpscare the two simply by standing quietly behind them while they were walking down the street. Another tip is that spook them at night or at spots with barely any light source, i.e. Wuwang Hill. On one of your luckier days, you got to scare them at night and at Wuwang Hill - and in both cases, they seemed to walk home faster than usual.

But even then, you could tell that they were smiling while they ran away from you. Albeit you are a bit spooky, you are also a friend. A familiar face they’ve come to recognize over the days. And for that, you make it a habit to say your thanks to the Archons for granting you friends, finally.

Even a haunted doll wants friends, after all.

[beneathashadytree]

Hi.. hope I'm not bothering ya or something, may I request modern au with Sherlock? Reader is female (u can make it gender neutral). Reader is studying music, while she was practcing on the violin in the music room, Sherlock sneak in without her noticing till he complaints her, then she asked him to teach her ( 'cause she isn't very well), and that ended sweetly? Like with kisses and such (idk how but let ur imagination magic works). Btw they're both studying in the university

A GENTLE HAND - SHERLOCK HOLMES X READER

Warnings : none I think, modern AU, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : comfort and fluff <3

Word count : 1.3K words

Additional notes : You could never bother me! Thank you so much for requesting such a sweet idea, and for giving me the choice to make the reader gender-neutral. It’s what I’m most comfortable writing, to be honest🥰 I personally saw Sherlock as a criminology and criminal justice student. I hope you like this!💗

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It wasn’t something they’d foreseen; realizing that the major they’d chosen to follow their dreams would be the thing they most struggled with on the daily. They’d spent years praying and hoping that they’d get accepted at this university, so they could begin to study music and music theory, and someday pursue a career as a violinist in the meantime. Their hopes and dreams relied entirely on this being their future plan.

What had come as a surprise, though, was them soon coming to realize that they had a frustratingly difficult time trying to learn how to play that musical instrument that they’d been so eager and impatient to learn. No one had warned them that the violin in particular was one of the hardest string instruments to master, and that getting even the basics down would prove to be a challenge. It was equally frustrating and saddening to have their dream right within reach of their fingertips but be unable to grasp it.

Their boyfriend, Sherlock, was infinitely patient, and never once complained about the absurd number of hours he had to tolerate their trials of playing the violin. How he never got irritated by the grating noise of the bow harshly hitting each string with their horrendous technique, they had no idea. After all, living together in such close quarters as broke college students wasn’t at all easy.

He majored in criminal justice and criminology, and holed himself up in his office whenever he had to study. Given just how busy he was, they usually tried their best to wait till he was taking a break or something to practice, and resorting to studying from their notes and textbooks whenever he was hitting the books. Sometimes, however, the time crunch prevented them from doing so, and they were forced to disturb the peace and quiet even as Sherlock studied on.

Times like this, for example, were the worst of all. They’d been trying for the past hour to work on their handling of the bow in a particular piece, seeing as for some reason the notes always came out a lot sharper and harder than they should. They couldn’t pinpoint exactly where they were failing, and by now their fingers were blistered with all the pressing they did on the strings. Their agitation was so intense and all-consuming that they hadn’t noticed their boyfriend’s presence in the room until he tapped their shoulder.

Jumping a little, they turned to him. “Oh, sorry love. Want me to take a break so you can focus?”

He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t worry about that. It’s just that you don’t look like you’re having a particularly good time.”

Shoulders drooping, their arms fell to their sides, the violin feeling even heavier now. “It’s just that… I don’t know,” they sighed, “I used to think that becoming a violinist was my dream, but now…”

As they trailed off, Sherlock gently reached out to squeeze their shoulder. “Your dream hasn’t changed. I’d have to be blind to not see the longing look you have in your eyes whenever you watch an orchestral performance. You’re overwhelmed, and there’s nothing strange about that.”

They leaned into his touch, edging closer to his chest and simply enjoying his presence when frustration was tearing them apart like this. “And do you ever get this way? About your own studies I mean?”

“I’ve always wanted to become a detective, but you have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to just chuck my textbooks into the fireplace and just quit school,” he chuckled, bitterness on his face as he went on, “But then again, I’d be doing exactly what my entire family expects of me, and that wouldn’t do, now, would it?”

“Guess we’re stuck in this boat together, huh,” the mumbled, exhaustion rolling over them in waves that seemed to never end. Sherlock must’ve noticed that, because he almost instantly reached out to pluck the bow and violin from their hands.

“You’re tired. Without getting proper rest you won’t be getting much further, trust me on this.” Grinning up at them, he added, “Coming from someone who stayed up three days straight for a sociology quiz only to get an E.”

They let out a weak laugh, before pausing as realization hit them. “Wait, hold on… didn’t you tell me that you can play the violin?”

Sherlock stilled in place. “Well, yeah, but I’m not that good at it.”

Rolling their eyes, they said, “Now’s not the time to be modest for the first time in your entire life.”

He gave them a pointed look as he lifted the violin up to his shoulder and nestling his chin on the pad. “Then you should know that I’m not being modest. I honestly took it up as a hobby for a short while, so I wasn’t all that good.”

“Still, you’d definitely be better than me. Maybe you could teach me a thing or two?”

After a moment’s pondering, he nodded, lifting the bow to the strings and fluttering his eyes shut as he did. “I’ll slow things down a bit, and try to help as best as I can.” And with that, he gently slid the bow over the strings, and let the music entrance them bit by bit.

Sherlock wasn’t by any means a professional, and his technique was a little lacking indeed—however, he’d completely omitted the fact that he was capable of evoking a certain mix of emotions whenever he played; that his playing would pull forth the feelings of pure devastation and melancholy and put them to sound, letting them linger in the air and leave lightness in their chest behind. It was beautiful in that sense.

Infinitely patient, he went through every single step with a gentle look in his eyes and deft fingers guiding them. He repeated every movement, not once, not twice, but a million times if needed, seeing to it that his sweetheart would understand and be able to follow through every single one of his instructions. The goal wasn’t for them to imitate his movements, but to learn and incorporate their new abilities in their own playing style. Perhaps in that sense, despite his lack of professionalism, he was a better teacher than they’d ever had.

Another hour had passed, though this time none of their troubles and annoyances weighed down on their shoulders. This time, they had a perfectly content glow to their face, satisfied with their progress and proud to have such a multi-talented boyfriend. Sherlock never ceased to amaze them, and they made sure to voice that.

“You’re wonderful,” they grinned at him, awe in their eyes as they finally set the violin down on the nearest armchair, “I’m so grateful to have you. Thank you for this.”

His eyes softened, a fond look on his face as they leaned in. “You’re welcome. It really wasn’t much. You can rely on me whenever.”

“It’s one thing to say as much, and a whole ‘nother to prove it every time.” Looking head over heels in love all over again, they wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him in with an unexpected strength. “You really are the best,” they mumbled against his lips, before softly pressing theirs to them in a slow kiss. Languidly brushing their lips together, they made sure to show just how much they’d appreciated the gesture. His own hand reached back to pull their head in closer and angle their mouths perfectly against each other, deepening the kiss as a small sigh escaped them. Humming against their mouth with pleasure for a second before he broke them apart, he was too quick for their taste to pull away.

Still, it was always lovely to stay in his arms and have him look so tenderly at them. They knew that eventually they would have to accept the fact that they’d soon find themself in another predicament, overwhelmed by their studies and their slow progress, but for now, they’d rather bask in his attention and affection. Just a few minutes more.

Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @thispersoniscrazy

[binnotjin]

A, C, G and X For Diluc and Childe please ?? Btw, do you still take request other than for the SFW alphabet 👀

MY MANS! I love them so much ㅠㅠ But also, yes! I do! Just keep in mind that I don’t take NSFW requests :) Send away! I also write for Mr. Love Queen's Choice and the Marvel guys as well ♡

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Diluc: Affection? In public? Never heard of her. The most he’s gonna do is a hand on your back to guide you in a crowd or grabbing ahold of your hand. MAYBE a short kiss or brief hug. But in private, at home, or when the tavern is empty? He does a complete 180. This man is so soft for you, and no one would believe it. He would love to give you back hugs when you’re helping him close up after a long shift. Neck kisses, too. Not in a sexual way, though, He just loves the intimacy of being so close to you. 

Childe: With consent, the “H” in Childe stands for “Handsy”. He loves to make you flustered, though, so prepare for him to pull some stunts in public. He’s also very protective of you. Being part of the Fatui, he’s got a dangerous job and no shortage of enemies. As a result, he doesn’t relax much in public. In private, though, he can also be a huge baby. Loves to be the little spoon. Fight me on that. He loves the feeling of being able to let his guard down and be protected for once instead of having to be the one doing the protecting. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Diluc: He’s not so much of a cuddler, but if you like it, he supposed it couldn’t be that bad. It would eventually grow on him, though. Especially after a tough day. Loves it when you lay on his chest and he can run his hands over your back or hold onto your waist. 

Childe: The “C” in Childe stands for “Cuddles”. I’m so sorry pls end me. Even though I spoke on this before, I’ll elaborate. Even if he knows he has to get up for work, he decides he’ll take the scolding if it meant he could stay in bed with you for longer in the morning. As the semi-designated little spoon on occasion, though, he would love to rest his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. He has fallen asleep to that on multiple occasions. He probably mumbles in his sleep, too. Definitely the type of guy to bury his head in your chest under the guise of being asleep. He’s not always lying, though. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Diluc: He’s not really used to being gentle. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, but being vulnerable, especially emotionally, is just not something he’s particularly good at. There would definitely be a learning curve, that’s for sure. As established before, however, he is so soft when it comes to you so he would put all of his efforts into being careful with you. 

Childe: Coming from a fairly large family with younger siblings, he’s not too unfamiliar with being gentle. However, being part of the Fatui, it’s not exactly encouraged. That being said, when it comes to you, he couldn’t care less. He is so absolutely whipped for you. When he sees you interacting with his little brother, especially, that feeling is magnified by 100. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Diluc: After a long day, he loves to let his hair down, literally. But only as long as you’ll be there to run your hands through it and massage his head. His favorite thing to do after such a long day is to sit on the floor between your legs with a glass of wine and just relax as you run your fingers through his hair, massage his scalp, and tell him about your day. If the days’ events weren’t too stressful, maybe he’ll tell you about his day, too. 

Childe: You were practically begging him to meet his family. He wasn’t necessarily against it, but he was a bit nervous. For starters, the trek to Schneznaya wasn’t a short one. It was cold, not that it bothered him. Hey, you may even be more willing to let him hold you if you got cold enough. But more so, he was just worried. Worried that it wouldn’t last. Not that he was having any second thoughts, but what about you? The long nights, dangerous trips, and coming home battered and bruised more often than not which only added to your worry, he wasn’t sure how long you’d be able to take it. Eventually, he relented, though, and immediately regretted having waited so long. His family loved you, and the way you interacted with Teucer? He loved seeing the love you had for them. From that day on, he hoped to the Archons that he wouldn’t do anything stupid to lose you.

[astaroth1357]

Unpacking the Angel Event (Through My Own Perspective)

Okay so uh… this was a very uncomfortable seat the Devs have offered us today and like all things that give me moral uncomfiness, I HAVE to analyze it. Blame the ethics classes. A full disclaimer, this is not spoiler-free and is pretty much entirely just me unpacking my own feelings here. What may bother or not bother me could really affect you and there is nothing wrong with that. You are entitled to your own perspective. This is just me trying to walk through all the stuff in this event that just… rubbed me the wrong way. So let's get to it.

The Costumes

So. Let's start at the beginning. Diavolo apparently had the bright idea to put everybody in magical costumes of their angel forms (or something like it in Satan's case). This is… problematic.

The reason the brothers lost their angel forms was because they fell after the Celestial War… who's greatest causality (in their eyes) was their sister, Lilith. So one could imagine that their memories as angels aren't particularly happy ones… By this point in the "continuity" (this is Post-Attic, more on that later), they would have known that Lilith didn't actually die which may soften something like this a little. I dunno, I'm not one of them and trauma is uniquely personal to the individual, but the bigger issue is that Diavolo thought this was a good idea to start with to which I say! - I'm not at all surprised by that. Hear me out.

Diavolo is heavily implied to have had a huge ass crush on Angel Lucifer. He's also uh… probably a little sheltered (as sheltered as the royalty of Hell can be) and probably not used to think of his subjects' feelings on the things he does before he just does them. This is fairly evident in other events where he'll order the brothers to do XYZ task even if they want no part in it. It doesn't surprise me at all that Diavolo would want to see them (Lucifer) as angels again and not take into account how that could affect them. I don't think that'd be malice on his part, just shortsightedness, and he likely would have apologized if any of the brothers expressed an emotional problem with it to him directly.

Do they have problems? Yes. But since the event kind of wipes them of their true selves, that's better discussed elsewhere. Moving on.

The Bangles 

Holy fuck, how do we even approach this? So Simeon, in conjunction with Michael (probably, at this point I have to wonder if he's telling the truth about this) gives the brothers jewelry, presumably to wear to the party, that would… I'm not even sure. Curb their impulses? Force them to be mannered? The important thing is he did not tell them about that little detail before they put the bangles on…

This is… also problematic. First, we can try to establish Simeon's intentions versus what actually happened: 

The bangles were (likely) intended to be removable. It was the mixing of the magic that locked them in place so we can assume he didn't mean this to be a permanent change.

The magic on the bangles was probably amplified by the angel costumes. What this means is though we can assume that Simeon never intended them to become quite so… different, we'll never know just how much influence he was actually trying to put on them. It could have been anything from suppressing their sins to full blown force you to say please/thank you. We'll just never get to know now… 

I won't be the first person to liken this to mind control (nor the last) because… that's kind of how it turned out. Even worse still, it would have been completely involuntary on the brothers' part. Simeon DID NOT tell them what the bangles were going to do. Now, he claims later that he would have eventually, but we don't get to know when that would have been. I presume at some time after the party, because like. These are our boys. They're not going to consent to wearing something like that, they're just not.

This poses all kinds of questions and problems ranging from issues of consent to anatomy and even the worth of good deeds done out of obligation vs. free will and… I mean quite literally when I say Jesus Christ, Simeon, what the hell?!

I could write a completely different post debating whether or not what Simeon did actually had any moral merit but I won't because it'd be very dry and boring. I think the most interesting thing to take away here is that Simeon thought it was okay to do like, at all, and with approval from Michael (maybe) no less… That reflects something on angel society that I doubt will get explored but I need to ponder farther…

This section is all kinds of sticky so we need to move on.

The Development(?)

First off, to new players, don't worry this probably isn't canon (at least to the main story continuity). The Brothers should be back to normal in the new chapters and this won't have a long term effect on anything (aside from maybe a tie in to the next event ala Beach event-> Games). That's how Obey Me has always treated their events it seems and I sure hope they stick to it now. But, these are still the same characters going through a unique situation and that can offer some insight so… Let's discuss.

I mentioned earlier that the brothers had problems with this… Unfortunately, I think we only get to see Lucifer and Satan's thoughts in any detail because everyone else is too far gone by the time we reach them… Lucifer can pretty much be summed up as troubled and unhappy because (you know) not a lot of great memories as an angel. I presume that his wounded pride after the fall may also contribute. 

Satan is… more complex. I’m honestly more bothered by his change than anyone else’s because even he expresses how weird this is for him... (We get confirmation that he never in fact had an angel form, btw). Poor baby is going through a full on identity crisis and there’s a certain part of his mind that he’s not even allowed to use right now... Anger. The Avatar of Wrath, born from Wrath, can’t get angry and… Something about that just bothers me at a deeper level, not even I can express properly…

Everyone else is too far gone once we reach them. Their personalities are completely different and they can’t even acknowledge that’s the case. They think that they’ve turned a new leaf but we know that’s not the reality, that leaf was very much turned for them and it doesn’t make anything feel any better…

This may be my own opinion, but part of me thinks that this portion (and only this portion right here) was actually what the Devs were going for. They wanted us to be uncomfortable by all of this for like, story reasons. It’s a narrative trick. Think of the phrase “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” I think they were trying to use the absence of the brothers’ usual flaws and traits as a weird way of celebrating them. Kind of like saying, “We could have given you guys these perfect brothers, but they’re not perfect and we know that’s why you like them. Look at these perfect guys, doesn’t it feel wrong?” The answer is, yes. It does feel wrong. And under other circumstances, it would be affirming like they’d be intending, “I don’t want this emotionally-open non-otaku, give me Levi dammit!” But when you add this intended discomfort with the already sketchy way we got here it just makes it all the worse… 

And absolutely NONE of this is helped by...

The… End?

I think the thing I hate about this event the most (actually legitimately hate) is how it ends. In that it doesn’t. It kind of just… abruptly stops right after Lucifer starts coming to himself again. Though I suspect that’s because they’re putting incentive into getting the event cards, this in NO WAY does the narrative any favors.

Most people are not going to get those cards. Even with Lonely Devil as an option, it’s a huge time/resource commitment to get there. Because of that, the majority of people are not going to get to see the aftermath of what happened. We don’t get to see how the brothers feel about what happened. We don’t get to see if they do, in fact, come to and if they have any takeaways from the experience or if they’re utterly disgusted by it. The player character doesn’t even get the option to comfort them after something that was probably terribly traumatic. It. Just. Ends.

What that means is all of that discomfort that we had just lingers… There’s no resolution or pay off. It just… stays… This is the worst possible thing they could have done. If you want your audience to feel uncomfortable, that’s one thing, but unless you’re telling like, a psychological thriller you gotta settle them back down again! Deep moral conflict is not a turn on!!!

Personally, I don’t hate that this thing exists. I don’t. The part of me that majored in Philosophy loves analyzing media like this so I can’t say that I didn’t get anything out of it. I don’t think all media should play it safe, it’s okay to leave the audience with no good answers or a feeling of unease, but you really got to be self-aware of it. The biggest flaw of this event, in my opinion, is that it rarely comes across as self-aware of its own horror. You get a very brief glimpse of it from Solomon when he comments on how creepy things are, but Simeon’s happy. Diavolo’s happy. And though he’s a little uneasy, Luke’s pretty content, too. Add that to the abrupt ending and we never get to know if ANY of them realize how awful of a thing this was to do to the brothers... It makes it all come off as an endorsement of mind controlling your friends into better people and (to me) that feels really, really wrong.

So in conclusion… I dunno. If the next event isn’t something along the lines of “Angelic Demons Part 2: Fixing What We Fucked Up!” then I think they really botched this one guys… I hope somebody was taking notes.

[multifandomchaos]

Hello! Can I get some general Theseus and Asterius dating Hcs, pls??? Poly or separate, either would be amazing! Thank you 💖💖💖

Theseus and Asterius dating hcs? You sure fuckin CAN! Impeccable taste, btw! I’m gonna do poly because you can’t have one without the other. It’s literally impossible. Also, I haven’t touched Hades in literal months but I’m still so fuckin SOFT for these two. I hate fighting them, not because they’re particularly hard, but because they’re so ENDEARING. Even if Theseus can be a bit dickish about how he says things at times lmao

Okay so firstly, these two will be so fuckin SOFT with you. Like, you are literally the center of their world. If there is one thing that can pull them out of any potential disagreement, it’s you.

Whenever they fight, they always look for you in the audience in between trading blows (likely with Zagreus, let’s be totally fucking honest. He’s the only one who can pull their attention off looking for you for very long). If you can’t be in the audience that day for whatever reason, they absolutely will not be fighting. All they want to do is show off for you, okay?

They were already basically together before you came along, but the moment they met you they were quietly discussing plans to add you to the mix if you were okay with it. And when they took the leap and asked and you said YES? These two were over the fucking moon.

They do spend time with you one on one and spend time with each other one on one too, but most of the time y’all are pretty much never seen apart.

Though when Asterius spends one on one time with you, it’s always a quiet, gentle sort of time. The two of you might discuss your plans for the future since you’re not really going to be leaving this part of the underworld ever, sometimes it’s discussing hobbies you had in life that Asterius is curious about. But rest assured, whatever you talk about, Asterius is LISTENING to every word out of your mouth.

With Theseus, it’s a bit different. You’ve seen how Theseus is with Zagreus, so most of his time is spent teaching you how to defend yourself - especially if you didn’t know how to fight when you were alive. He claims it’s because he’s worried about you ever possibly needing to face down “that fiend”, but really he just wants to make sure you’ll be safe if anything ever comes to pass and he or Asterius can’t be there to protect you - even if anything happening is so unlikely that it may as well be a zero percent chance.

Asterius is your quiet protector, while Theseus is the one who will likely start a fight that you and Asterius have to break up if anyone says even one thing even mildly out of line about you in his eyes. Although, you don't even have to look Asterius in the eyes to know he agrees with Theseus on the matter.

The dates are adorable, btw! Theseus will have Asterius distract you while he hunts for the perfect spot for the three of you to spend time, and when he comes back you can bet your ass he’s found an AMAZING location in Elysium for your date! The date you remember most fondly happened to be a picnic Theseus planned out that ended up with the three of you sitting on a flower-covered hill looking over most of Elysium, you squarely seated between the two of them. Who fed who the most is still up for debate.

Three person nap pile? Three person nap pile. Asterius is always on the bottom of the pile of his own volition, he’s honestly terrified he might crush you. He knows Theseus can handle his weight, but you’re a LOT squishier than two people who have been fighting for literal years even down here in the underworld. That being said, Asterius is a perfect napping spot for both you and Theseus and the three of you are often found right there, one of you under each of Asterius’s arms and holding hands from across his chest. No Shade that happens on the three of you has the heart to bother you awake.

[galactic-magick]

I Choose You: Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Summary: Your parents and the Ootoris set up an arranged marriage between you and Kyoya for business reasons.

Words: 3100+                                          

Warnings: swearing, angst

Author’s Notes: uhhhh so my hand slipped and I wrote a whole ass Kyoya fic cuz I love that bitch I’m not sorry. (btw normal text is present and italics are flashbacks. Gender neutral pronouns and language for reader!)

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Your reflection in the mirror haunts you. It hurts. You can’t pretend it’s all a nightmare anymore, this is your reality. The reality you didn’t choose.

But maybe you would if the circumstances were different.

Servants, tailors, and seamstresses are fluttering all around you, making adjustments to your wedding ensemble. It looks perfect, more than perfect. It’s everything you ever wanted, and it looks amazing on you. You continue to stare at yourself in the mirror, knowing how proud your parents would be when you walked to the front of the wedding ceremony. They would be happy, even if you weren’t.

Your parents business has been failing for months now, and they needed to fix it fast. The Ootori family agreed to help if you married their youngest son as a symbol of the partnership. Of course your parents wouldn’t threaten you if you didn’t do it, but you knew how much they needed it. You’ve always known there was a chance you’d end up in an arranged marriage anyway, even if you’ve also always dreamed of love. You were willing to give up a love marriage in order to help them, and after all, you could certainly do worse than Kyoya. You knew he’d treat you well and provide for you, and quite frankly you couldn’t imagine him caring enough to hurt you or bother you.

 “Thank you so much again for making this deal with us,” your father nodded.

“Of course. Your company has quite a few valuable prospects,” Mr. Ootori smiles.

You gazed at Kyoya across the room, who’s barely made any eye contact with you the entire time. You could tell he wasn’t thrilled about this either, but there was something else, something more than disinterest. Was it anger? Determination?

“Shall we leave them alone for a bit? They should get to know each other better if they’re going through with this, don’t you think?” your mother suggested, gesturing to you.

“Certainly,” Mr. Ootori sat up and left the room, your parents following soon after and shutting the door.

“So…” you started, trailing off. What was there even to say?

Kyoya shot up from his chair and began pacing around the room, settling for a few moments by the window but soon going right back to pacing. He chewed his pen a bit, occasionally scribbling things down on his notepad.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

He continued to ignore you, deep in thought.

“Look, I get that you don’t like me, but can we at least talk? I’m going to have to live with your ass for the rest of my life you know,”

“It’s not that I don’t like you,” his eyes finally met yours, almost so much it was frightening. “You’re quite attractive actually and I don’t see any reason we wouldn’t get along. But that doesn’t negate the fact that this was forced on us. We have every right to be angry,”

You were stunned that the first thing he said to you was so direct.

“I mean, I guess so,”

“My father doesn’t know how much power I truly have over his company. We could take it from him and make our lives whatever we want. We could continue to work together or we could separate if that’s what you desire. They’ll be sorry for forcing their will on their children,”

“What about my parents?”

“What about them?”

“They’ll go bankrupt without this deal. They’ll lose everything,”

“Their deal is with the company, not my father. Once I become the head I’ll make sure they get what they need,”

Damn, he really had all this planned out.

“How long will we be married before you do all this?”

“It will take at least a year, possibly two. Too quick and we’ll raise suspicion, too slow and we’ll miss our chance,”

You nod. It made sense, but you couldn’t help but feel cheated. He didn’t care about you in the slightest, he was simply using this unfortunate marriage situation for his own gain and revenge. What were you supposed to do for the short time you were married? Sit around his mansion and wait?

You huff, “Look, I’m glad you’re getting some good out of this, but don’t you think we should at least try to be friends? I’m not just going to sit here and be a tool for your masterplan. Whether you like it or not, we’re going to be partners for a while and I’d rather not spend it being bored,”

Kyoya blinked. Clearly he didn’t calculate any sort of relationship into his plan, and the fact you weren’t blindly going along with it confused him.

You roll your eyes, “Can’t we at least go out to dinner a few times? You know, talk a little bit?”

“That sounds dangerously close to a date,”

“So what if it is? You said yourself you think I’m attractive and you think we’d get along,”

“I suppose I did,” he smiled.

 You decide to turn around, hoping not seeing yourself for a few minutes will distract you.

You sincerely hope everything will work out, hope that everything will turn out fine. You trust Kyoya, he’ll do anything he can to keep his word. Your parents will be taken care of. You will be taken care of. His excuse of a father will be out of the picture.

What will you even do when it’s all said and done? Go off on your own? Get more education? Travel? Find love with someone else?

The future’s never been more terrifying.

At least you won’t be miserable. You can tell Kyoya’s made an effort to care about you throughout your engagement, he won’t be an awful husband for the year or so you’ll be married.

But does he really care about you? Or he just acting like it because you asked him to?

 Kyoya picked you up in his limousine for your first “date,” taking you to a fancy restaurant downtown. Surprisingly he was the one to initiate conversations during the whole thing, asking you about your life, your hobbies, your interests. You found you actually have a lot in common, and you end up talking for hours, literally until the restaurant closes and kicks you out.

“I would take you somewhere else, but I’m afraid it’s getting too late,” he said, opening the door of the limo for you to get in.

You frowned. You were actually having a really good time.

“Tomorrow?”

“Hmm?” he raised a brow.

“We could hang out again tomorrow?”

“Sure,”

 You opened your eyes, awoken from some noise outside. You looked around, assuming it was just some branches brushing against the side of the house. You rolled over, trying to get back to sleep.

The banging starts up again, and this time when you sat up you could almost swear you saw a hand through your window.

You stood up, trudging over and opening it.

“Kyoya? What the fuck are you doing?!”

“It’s tomorrow,” he smirked. You gaze at the clock. He’s right, it’s nearly 1 AM.

“I never pegged you for the sneaking out type,”

“Well, I do most of my best thinking at night, so I like to sit on the roof or go for a walk once everyone’s asleep,” he took a look at you in your pajamas. “Would you like to accompany me?”

“Give me a sec,” you shut the curtains and slipped on some clothes and freshened up a bit. You returned and started climbing out the window, Kyoya helping you get down to the ground.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked.

“This was your idea,”

“I suppose so,”

He ended up leading you to a small park his family owned, with a little pond and some benches and trees. You sat down and looked around, listening to the distant sounds of the night.

“I misjudged you, Kyoya,”

“You thought I was an asshole, didn’t you?”

You laughed, “Yeah, just a bit,”

“I certainly can be, I won’t claim otherwise,” he sat down next to you. “But I’m not opposed to expanding my horizons. You offered a valid point. A friendship and partnership may very well be in our best interests,”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “There you go again with your best interests shit,”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re telling me that you’re only trying to be friends with me because it’s in your best interest?”

“Is that…not how friendships work?” he squinted. “I am interested in being friends with you. I am interested in being your partner. Why does that upset you?”

“Because you’re talking about me like my love and respect is something for you to take or gain,”

“I apologize,” he hummed. “I’m afraid I don’t have much experience in the type of relationship you want,”

“You’ve never had a real friend? You’ve never cared about anyone for who they were more than what they could give you?”

“No, I have. Just not many,”

You almost felt…bad for him. He was trying, at least.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t be so harsh,” you looked at him. “I know we can make this work. We just need to be patient with each other, that’s all,”

“Alright,” he agreed.

You continued your conversation from earlier, and things felt good again. You really do get along well, it’s a shame you weren’t actually in love.

 You check your phone, seeing a text from Kyoya sent just a few minutes ago. You open it, and he’s asking where you are because he wants to talk to you. You tell him no, not today, but he insists.

You stop responding, figuring no matter what you say he’ll come anyway. You didn’t tell him where you were, but a quick questioning of a few servants and someone would tell him.

You don’t particularly want to see him right now, not like this. This is your time to feel bad about yourself and lose your mind worrying about the future, and he’s not going to help that.

You don’t hate him, quite the opposite, but he’s only a reminder of what you have but could never be.

 You and Kyoya have gone on several more outings over the past few months, and it’s getting closer and closer to the wedding. He’s taken you to all his family’s properties, resorts, parks, and more. You’ve gone to almost every restaurant in town (yes, even commoner ones, you both found it entertaining), and you’ve spent many nights walking around the city. You’ve spent days indoors playing board and card games and watching movies. You genuinely enjoyed spending most of your free time with him.

But tonight’s a bit different.

Tonight you won’t be alone, on your own terms. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner, and of course both your families were going overboard. Barely any of it was going to be spent actually rehearsing for the wedding. There’s going to be dancing, food and drinks, and basically a party all night long.

Everyone’s going to be watching you, everyone’s eyes are going to be on you.

You met up with Kyoya after getting ready so you could walk in together. You put on your most formal outfits, besides the ones for the wedding a few days from now.

When he saw you, he averted his gaze immediately as if he’d just caught you naked.

“You look good,” he coughed.

“So do you,” you laughed.

He offered you his arm and you took it, walking down the hallway into the ballroom.

You had to do an awful lot of greeting before doing anything else. Everyone wants to talk to you and congratulate you, even people you swear you’ve never met in your life. There’s a mix of family, friends, and other business partners. Some people were probably there simply because they could be due to their status, and had no interest in the celebration whatsoever.

When you’re finally free of conversation, you raced to the table to grab some refreshments. They prepared the best food possible, including some of your favorites.

Kyoya found you again just as you were finishing, offering his arm to you once again.

“May I have this dance?”

You almost choked, “You dance?”

“Of course I do. So is my fiancé going to refuse me or not?”

You smiled and shook your head, giggling a bit as he drags you to the floor.

No one was doing anything particularly complicated, just waltzes, and thank goodness that was the case. You could barely think straight from everything going on.

Surprisingly Kyoya wasn’t a stiff dancer, his movements were consistent but flowed perfectly with the music. He held you closer than you thought he would, but gently.

You felt your body heat up and chills in your stomach and down your spine. How are those two things even possible to happen at the same time?

Well, shit. You weren’t actually falling for him were you?

You thought these past few months would be tedious, but they’ve actually been some of the best of your life. Kyoya’s become your best friend, and gosh you want to spend the rest of your life with him. You understand each other. You both want to break away from your controlling families and finally find your own happiness. You can spend hours talking about everything and nothing. You can make each other laugh like no one else ever has.

Maybe this arranged marriage could become a love marriage. Just maybe.

But no. Kyoya made his intentions very clear. You doubt he’s developed the same feelings for you. He may see you as a valued friend, but he’ll fell nothing when you inevitably break off your relationship in a couple years.

Kyoya must’ve noticed you zoning out in thought, because he stops dancing and brings his hands to your shoulders.

“Are you alright? Do you need some air?”

You nodded, and he leads you out onto the balcony outside the ballroom, keeping a hand on your back.

You take a deep breath, desperately trying to compose yourself after your realization. Should you tell him? No, absolutely not. Bad idea.

Why did this have to happen? Now you were even more miserable. Were you really so weak that you had to catch feelings?

“It’s going to be fine, you know,” he assured you. “I know it seems overwhelming, but by the end of the week we’ll be on our own and they can’t constantly be on our backs anymore,”

“Yeah,” you sighed, your breath stopping in your throat. “Do you think anyone will notice if I leave? I’m exhausted,”

“They probably will, unfortunately,” he looked out at the view. “But we can stay out here until they notice,”

“Thanks,” you grumbled. Your head was throbbing.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You managed to survive the rest of the night, barely.

You tried to get some rest, you have a fitting tomorrow, and then all you have to do is wait for the big day.

 You’ve been standing here for at least an hour, and you’re starting to get irritated. How long does it take to fit something? It looks fine.

You turn around again and stop breathing for a moment when you see Kyoya in the doorway. His hair is ruffled and he looks like he didn’t sleep at all, but there’s a smile on his face.

“I’d like to speak to my fiancé please,” he says.

You look away.

“Absolutely not! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to see each other’s outfits before the big day?” one of the tailors pipes up.

“Well, seeing as I already saw it, I don’t think it matters,” he motions for them to leave. “You’re dismissed,”

He waits until they’re gone before he approaches you, but by that time you’ve fallen down and started crying. You’re shaking on the edge of the platform you were standing on, your hands covering your face.

“You’ve been avoiding me all morning. What’s wrong?” he asks.

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” you sniffle. “For everyone else this is the best time of their life. But it’s not for me,”

Kyoya crouches down in front of you.

He doesn’t cut in, so you keep going, “Look at me. I look great, I look just like how I wanted to as a kid, but it’s all wrong. Everything’s wrong. I thought I was okay with this, but I’m not. I hate this. I don’t hate you, but I hate this,”

You keep sobbing, trying to pretend he’s not there watching you. It’s not too hard actually, since you can barely see through the tears.

“Well, I suppose this might be the worst time to tell you what I was planning to tell you,” he tries not to laugh as not to be insensitive, but it comes out anyway.

“W-What?” you rub your eyes, seeing him a little clearer.

“I know this won’t fix anything, but I want you to know I do genuinely care about you. It was never part of the original agreement or plan, but I’ve come to feel more for you than I’ve felt for anyone. I just…I want you to know that. You’re not a tool to me anymore,” he takes a deep breath, “I love you,”

You stop crying for a moment, too shocked for the tears to keep flowing. Did he really just say that?

“I understand that you probably don’t feel the same, which is alright. I will still honor our original plan, get you everything you wanted, and allow you to leave whenever you please. But if you’ll have me as your husband, a real husband, you’re welcome to stay,”

The sobs break out again, barely able to get out the words, “I love you too,”

“You do? Really?” his eyes light up.

You nod vigorously, beaming through the tears, “Yes,”

“But you just said you hated this? That you were miserable?”

“Only because I thought you didn’t feel the same,”

“Oh,” he chuckles. “Well then,” he takes your hand and places his other on your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Will you marry me? Please?”

You laugh, “I guess,”

He smiles and pulls your face to his, kissing you softly. You take the initiative to deepen it, slithering your fingers into his tousled hair. He’s the last to pull away, and immediately pulls you back for more, even when you can barely breathe.

You can feel him smiling against your lips, his thumbs wiping all your tears away.

You thought you’d never know what it was like to be truly loved.

But now you do.

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More Author’s Notes: This is my first time writing for OHSHC lol. Might dabble in it more in the future cuz I had a blast writing this XD Hope you enjoyed and feel free to tell me what you think!

[illumisimi]

i'm glad requests are open again !! pls don't feel pressured to overload on these though :) if i could be no bother, could u do illumi nsfw hcs with a male reader 🥺 (as long as ur comfortable with nsfw ofc !!) love ur work btw <3

- don’t worry nonnie, ill be sure to close requests if things get a little hectic lmao ♡ and here is your request bby !

illumi nsfw headcanons with a male s/o

let’s get one thing straight. no matter the gender, illumi likes to be the one in charge in bed, full stop

though he may not be the one with the reins in foreplay, when it comes to the main event be ready to be pushed onto your knees, face smothered in pillows as he takes you from behind

he won’t be very fond of hickeys. not because he doesn’t enjoy the feeling of your lips on his neck and any other part of his body, it’s more the fact that it’s quite complicated to cover them up when you’re sweating whilst on a mission

foundation can only do so much

he will leave small ones on you, though, as he likes to see you unravel in front of him just by his lips against your skin

when the two of you slept together for the first time, he hadn’t even thought about giving you oral. but just as he loves the faces you make when he gives you hickeys, he will adore the expressions you give him when he goes down on you

this is really one of the few times he might be relatively submissive, letting you pull his hair as he looks up at you through his lashes

but once you’re done, he will be quick to find his own pleasure 

now, there has been an exception

it happened when he was particularly needy one day, and you had never actually seen him that way before. the two of you had gone through your usual foreplay, but instead of sitting up after receiving head, illumi remained laying on his back, looking up at you

you swore that somebody had replaced your boyfriend with a clone because it was the strangest position you had ever seen him in

hesitantly, you had asked if you could try something new, and to your surprise he agreed

this resulted in his voice being heard throughout the whole floor, hopefully not by anybody of his family, as he basked in the immense pleasure of your steady thrusts

again, you were absolutely flabbergasted 

unfortunately, the next day he had gone back to normal. not even a peep about what had happened

but you knew he had enjoyed it

I mean, one doesn’t emit such sounds if they aren’t pleasured

[makeste]

Are there any headcanons that you would like to share? About anything you want.

anon in the absence of specific guidelines I have managed to make this post pretty much entirely about Bakugou. I apologize if you really wanted to know all of my headcanons about Kouda or something lol. but all joking aside he really is the character I think about the most and so probably like 80% of my headcanons are about him, including close to 100% of the headcanons I actually have a solid enough grip on to put into words. anyway here goes.

he does not know how to tie a tie. he was a rowdy little free range knee-scraping grass-staining run-don’t-walk child whose parents only ever managed to wrestle him into formal attire a handful of times for special occasions when he was younger, and then he went to a middle school that used gakuran-style uniforms so he never learned then, either. his dad offered to teach him when U.A. rolled around, but he was all, “fuck off dad, I know how to tie a stupid tie,” because by that time he had grown into a cocky little brat confident in his own skill and naive as to the reality checks of the world, and he genuinely believed with the conviction that only a fifteen-year-old can muster that when the time came he would just magically know how to do it. on the first day of school he got as far as draping the loose tie over his neck and holding one end in each hand before staring at the mirror and abruptly realizing the hole he’d dug himself into. and so rather than admit defeat, he just straight up decided not to wear it. which became a permanent life choice once he got to school and saw how badly Deku’s tie was tied and realized there was no way he could ever risk that kind of humiliation.

in a similar vein, I know there’s a popular fanon that because of his parents’ influence Katsuki has a good sense of fashion, but my own personal headcanon is that this could not be further from the truth lol. it’s not that he has a terrible sense of style, mind you; it’s just that he doesn’t care about it at all. he’s a nerdy jock who spends all his free time studying and lifting weights. this kid literally only wears one color, and that color just so happens to be the easiest possible color to coordinate. he owns like three pairs of shoes max. he wears his pants three sizes up and they drag so much that the hems are all frayed from him constantly stepping on them (literally canon, and one of my favorite details from chapter 218). he just doesn’t give a fuck, so long as the clothes are comfortable and don’t look stupid. he has about a million things he’s more concerned about than what he or anyone else is wearing. in fact I’m 90% sure that his mom still buys most of his clothes, and about 70% convinced he does not even know what size he is.

he’s good at household chores (because he’s good at everything), but hates doing them. aside from cooking, which he enjoys, he will bitch and whine nonstop if forced to do tedious-yet-necessary things like washing dishes and folding laundry. that said, he is a perfectionist, and he also has a lot of experience because his mom made him do chores all the time during the seven trillion times he was grounded while growing up (that’s his estimate, btw, so it may be slightly exaggerated. he was not an easy kid to raise. when your kid’s fuse is about a millimeter long and he has a tendency to literally blow up whenever he throws a fit, you end up with a lot of objects in your house that have been replaced at some point), so if you do actually manage to get him to do the chore, rest assured that chore is getting fucking DONE.

when he was very little he watched an Avengers Endgame-style All Might film where a bunch of bad guys attacked earth and various assorted heroes tried and failed to stop them. then at the climax of the film, All Might showed up and said “I am here”, and everyone got super pumped up and excited because they knew the heroes were going to win with All Might on their side. this scene remains Katsuki’s favorite scene in anything. not the fight -- just the moment where All Might shows up and grins and the audience knows right there and then that he’s going to win. this is the feeling that inspired his dream. he wants to be the one who shows up and everyone is like, “we’re good now; Katsuki is here.”

when he was six or seven he got into a big fight with an older boy over that scene because he said it was fake and that there was no way All Might could have beaten those guys in real life. Katsuki insisted he definitely would have because All Might never loses. the other boy replied that everyone loses sometimes. Katsuki kicked his ass and got suspended for a week.

ten years later, Katsuki watched All Might battle All for One at Kamino and realized two things. one, that the other boy was right and that anyone can lose. and two, that he, the one who had so proudly defended All Might back then, was going to end up being the reason why he finally lost.

for a long time afterwards, he couldn’t bring himself to watch that movie again.

when he and Izuku were three years old their moms sent them out on a first errand (google Hajimete no Otsukai if you’re unfamiliar with this tradition, I promise you it is the cutest fucking thing you’ll ever see) to buy ingredients for katsudon. Izuku was full of bouncy childish enthusiasm and could rattle off the full shopping list of ingredients front to back, but when the moment finally came his confidence wilted as soon as their parents were out of sight. Katsuki also had a moment of panic when they first rounded the corner and he couldn’t see his house anymore, but rallied once Izuku burst into tears and he realized that he had to be the one to take charge. he proceeded to morph into an absurdly over-the-top caricature of his own mother for the duration of the errand, to the point where in addition to telling Izuku to stop crying he also ordered him to stand up straight and tuck in his shirt. the two of them went on to complete the errand flawlessly and their moms were PROUD AS FUCK and took a billion pictures. Izuku and Katsuki have only a few scattered memories of this milestone in the present day but it’s enough to send both of them absolutely reeling with embarrassment whenever they’re reminded of it.

he and his mom don’t often get along but sometimes they’ll bond over roasting a mutual target. they have watched many a trashy reality TV show together for this purpose. Masaru lives for these moments but never comments on them lest he spoil the rare moments of peace.

Katsuki is perfectly capable of using keigo (i.e. normal polite Japanese with no rude language/cursing), otherwise he would not be one of the top students in his ivy-league high school. code-switching is a thing guys! anyways his teachers are aware of this, because all of his essays and homework assignments are written normally. he merely chooses to go about his daily business acting like a wannabe yakuza stereotype because that’s just his personality, and he’s not about to start censoring himself and acting like some weird little goody two shoes robot person just to please people he mostly doesn’t give two shits about. but if you put a gun to his head and told him you’d pull the trigger if he said “fuck”, he would probably be all right; he’d just have to concentrate.

when he was little he went through a phase of collecting cicada shells and leaving them EVERYWHERE -- in the bathroom sink, on his mom’s pillow, you name it. Mitsuki often tells people this is when she started getting gray hairs. one time she opened a box of cereal and there was one in there and a little bit of her soul died that day.

he generally doesn’t care who calls him Kacchan. it doesn’t particularly bother him and it never occurred to him to pretend like it did just for appearance’s sake. also secretly for some reason the thought of Deku ever calling him anything else really bothers him. he’s not sure what it would mean if that ever happened, or what he would do.

all of his workouts are designed to strengthen his arms and back and shoulders because those are the parts of his body that take the most abuse from his quirk. other than that he avoids building up excess muscle anywhere else because the more weight he puts on the harder it is to fly around. for this reason he is never going to end up being a big bulky guy like All Might. one day Deku is going to surpass him in muscle, but he doesn’t care because he’ll still be a match for him in firepower and speed.

he’s one of those kids who will not so much as take a sip of alcohol until he’s twenty-five. partly because he’s experienced enough concussions that he doesn’t particularly want to give hangovers a try, and partly because he’s a control freak and honestly afraid of getting drunk and making an idiot of himself somehow. the rowdier members of class A try virtually every trick in their wheelhouse and then some to try and persuade him over the years, but not even the reverse psychology “aw, don’t worry, it’s okay if you’re... scared :)” thing works, because that’s only actually effective when he secretly wants to do the thing.

then one day he just wakes up and is all “you know what, I’m gonna try it”, and for the next few days his google history is basically just “how many drinks does it take to get drunk” and “how to avoid getting drunk” and “how to prevent hangovers.” somehow word gets out through the grapevine (he probably told Todoroki, who is the one person in class A you’d think wouldn’t be a big ol’ gossip but in fact IS) that Bakugou is finally going to get his drink on that weekend, and pretty much EVERYONE shows up at the izakaya that Friday night excited as FUCK.

Katsuki proceeds to drink a grand total of two beers over the span of several hours, and drinks like five glasses of water in between, and literally nothing happens to him at all except that Kaminari almost fights him out of frustration. the rest of class A never fully gets over their disappointment.

he actually knows like 90% of class 1-A’s names by this point. there are still a few people he doesn’t and will never know, though. twenty years from now Aoyama will still be “that weird fucking french kid” in his mind.

he had no idea who Eri was until the Christmas party. sometimes he’d hear the other kids talking about someone named Eri, and from context clues he somehow ended up thinking it was one of Aizawa’s cats. when Eri came to the party he had a brief moment of curiosity wondering if she was Sensei’s niece or something, and then he heard someone say her name and he was all “THAT’S ERI?!” and his entire worldview was briefly shaken up.

he pulled Kirishima aside to ask him and Kirishima basically gave him Eri’s whole entire life story which was way more than he actually wanted to know. he’s now kind of terrified of ever being in the same room as her for fear of having to interact with her because he’s pretty sure he’d do or say the wrong thing. most of the time being intimidating is something he strives for and puts a lot of effort into, including when he’s around kids (who are basically just smaller, sloppier adults in his mind), but he doesn’t want to be the guy who scared an abused kid, so he basically just hopes the others will have enough common sense not to ever go “oh hey you know who should totally interact with each other?? Eri and Bakugou!”

that being said, if circumstances ever arose which forced Katsuki to protect Eri, the two of them would totally bond and they would have a really sweet relationship in which Eri looked up to him just like she looks up to Deku and Mirio and the rest, and where Katsuki was constantly trying to be on his best behavior around her, like genuinely, sincerely trying, and kind of failing at it a lot but still being sweet in a gruff sort of restrained-disaster way.

...and after sitting there for a while trying to think of more I couldn’t come up with any so I guess that’s it! basically most of my headcanons are about how secretly boring Katsuki is. honestly if it weren’t for him having the vocabulary of a 52-year-old sailor whose foot was caught in a bear trap, he and Iida would probably be best friends.

[disco-tea]

Hey dude sorry to bother , just wanted to ask if ya think Five would have sum sort of disordered eating or an eating disorder after what he have been throught with no food/molded food in the apocalypse. Or in general am curious of what ya may think his relationship with food may be :0

*btw am so sorry for all the notifications ya r getting I just literally LOVE yar blog man ,it's treasure!!!!!

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Ok, so honestly I’m not well versed in eating disorders so I can’t really speculate on that in an informed/respectful sort of way. But I can definitely see Five developing a complicated relationship with food. It was probably something he worried a lot about in the apocalypse and something he was always having to work for. I’ve seen people speculate about him swiping food and keeping it just in case or eating a ton whenever he can because he’s so used to being uncertain about meals. I can definitely see that and it makes a lot of sense.

Just thinking about it...I don’t think we’ve seen Five eat all that often in the series. Like he’s probably eaten but off the top of my head, I can remember the sandwich in 1x01 and lunch with the Handler. After that, I think it’s mostly coffee and alcohol and the Vending Machine Incident™️.

Five has such a busy and focused attitude sometimes I wonder if he just...forgets to eat. Or maybe he puts off eating because he’s so used to the hunger and he knows how far he can go without it. Like the Handler says, he’s a first-rate pragmatist who does a lot of impractical things sometimes. Particularly when it comes to his goals and his family.

I don’t think the show has really elaborated on his relationship with food all that much, but one thing I feel like maybe they’ve tried to make a point of is that his powers are tied to his metabolism in some way? We know that Five has a limit when it comes to his powers, they stop working if he expends too much energy. I wonder if maybe the foods he eats are a way of staving that off a bit. Like coffee for example. Or his favorite sandwich, peanut butter and marshmallows (sugar+protein+carbs). Something else I’ve noticed is that he seems to want to eat either before or after he does something that takes a lot of energy.

When he traveled back to 2019 the first thing he did was get a sandwich.

After jumping everyone into the 60s one of the first things he did was go and mooch off of Elliot's coffee.

He really wanted sugar right before killing the board. (He wanted a fudgenutter specifically, which sounds like sugar+protein).

So yeah, I don’t really know, but I think it would be very interesting if the show were to elaborate on it more!