#can't just outright go “hey so in your home do you know if there's a /really/ big tree by any chance?”

[postracehair]

trust me

max verstappen x reader | 2.3k

after an incredible (and wet) weekend in brazil, you have a confession to make.

cw: a loving relationship! discussion of anxiety/fear/worrying about your race car driver bf, healthy communication, and softness galore.

a/n: being a wag must be so stressful. like, damn! also, rain races stress me out, personally. this fic is about that.

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The triple header comes to an end in the best way possible.

Max Verstappen wins the São Paulo Grand Prix from a 17th-place start! It's the stuff of dreams. The fist around your heart unclenches just a little bit as you watch him smiling, roaring, hoisting his well-earned trophy aloft. It's your best day in a long time, watching your darling boyfriend like that, and you celebrate with everyone late into the night. The Championship battle looms in the background but tonight is about the hard work from the weekend. The stress, the frustration, the damn rain. All of it worth it for the pride you all feel right now.

But what comes after -- that, you can admit, you enjoy even more. Three weeks until Las Vegas and Max and the team have plenty of work to do before then, but for now? For now, it's this: rest.

Everyone gets to go home, finally. And for you, home is wherever Max is. You've spent the first few days of the break thus far at his place. On the floor with the cats, on the couch watching movies. In his bed, sleeping, sometimes, other times... not so much. Hours and hours just being together. You'll have plenty of time for this once the season ends but you can never get enough of him.

You're on the couch, sprawled across the length of it with a book in hand. It's a good one, so much so that you don't notice Max until he taps your ankle and you jump.

"Jesus," you gasp. His lips are pulled up at one corner in the precursor to a full grin, sweatpants slung low enough that you can see the branded band of his underwear between the drawstrings and the hem of his t-shirt. "Where did you come from?"

"Watching race replays," he says with a shrug. "Scooch." You tug your legs back and sit up a little, bookmarking your page as he rounds the couch and plops down where your feet were.

"Max," you whine. "I like to watch those, too. So you can do that thing where you narrate like, every second." You're teasing, but only a little. For all the jokes about "maxplaining," you really do love how he explains things. He tells you what he was thinking at every turn, what the trick is, how long it took him to get it right. He points out his mistakes and those of the other drivers. All of it thoroughly and with enthusiasm, answering your questions like you're the best student he's ever had.

"Yeah, well," he says, sinking into the couch, arm stretched across the cushions towards you. Your eyes rake over the line of his bicep as he talks. "You don't like rain races very much. Wasn't sure you'd want to see it again."

That gets your attention. "How did you know that?" You've never told him outright that they stress you out. It's really important to you that you keep your cool at the track, that you don't do anything to let on that he should worry about you.

But you should know better, it seems.

"I can tell," Max says, looking right at you. "I pay attention."

You hum, not sure what to say. "You've got me there," you confess. "I'm sorry."

"Hey," he tuts. "Why the apology? You can feel however you want to. This weekend was complicated."

He feels too far away. You set your book on the ground and shove your toes under this thigh. He keeps his eyes on your face but you fuss with the hem of your t-shirt rather than look back.

"They're exciting. Rain races, I mean." You sigh. "But I can't help but worry, Max. From the garage, it's so --"

You lose track of your words because Max grabs hold of your legs and tugs them over his thighs as he moves closer to you, almost crowding you against the arm of the couch. He reaches for your collarbone to pick some lint from your shirt, his other arm slung across your calves.

"Were you scared?" he asks. "This weekend, I mean."

Frankly, you avoid telling him things like this because you don't want to distract him. You don't want to detract from his performance in any way and maybe that's selfish, because you know he's very good at what he does and how you feel isn't going to derail his weekend. But you know he loves you, and you know how deeply he feels things. How much he wants to be a good partner, a good driver, a good man. And you try really hard to let him know that he is all of those things.

The reality of your position in his life is that there will always be people who heavily imply that your presence, your actions, your choices could be at fault. It's ludicrous -- Max has said so many times -- but it makes you hype-aware. You don't want to overstep. It's something you know you should articulate to him properly, but you know he'll be upset that you think you can be anything but a good part of his life. It's an endless cycle.

"Hey," he says, mistaking your silence for emotion. "Liefje, I'm fine." He reaches for you, cupping your cheek with a warm hand. You look up at him and find him frowning.

"I know," you say, leaning into his palm. "I know you are. I just -- I don't want it to sound like I'm a whining baby or something."

"Whining baby?" Max gently rubs the skin under your eye with his thumb. "Psh. We've got some of those on track. You couldn't come close to them if you tried."

That gets a laugh out of you and he cracks a smile at the small victory.

You sigh. "I was scared," you admit, voice soft. Max presses a little closer to you, his hand falling from your face to catch yours, fingers twining together.

"Are you always scared?" he asks. "You're more tense on rain weekends, I can tell that much. But you've never really talked about this. I guess I--" He frowns again. "I've never really asked you."

"That's okay," you say. "It's nothing, really."

Blue eyes bore into yours. "No, I want to know," he presses. "Please, tell me?"

You tip your head back a little, eyes on the ceiling. How to say it?

"I guess I'm always a little scared, yeah," you say. "I don't know how I wouldn't be."

He tugs on your hand so you'll look at him. "What is it, do you think?" The question comes out in his typical way. This must be how he is in driver briefings, you think fleetingly. Max is analytical, methodical, always looking for the root of the problem so he can understand it and adapt.

But how do you explain this?

"Well, it's a dangerous sport," you explain. "As you know. And I -- Max, I love you, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

The furrow of his brow lessens a bit and he presses a light kiss to the back of your hand. Your stomach flutters, even after all this time.

But Max has no time for your mooning, apparently. "Were you scared before we knew each other?" he asks.

You think about it. "It's different, I guess. I was worried, generally. For all of you. I'm still worried for all of you, but --"

His eyebrow quirks and he fails to hide a cheeky smile. "Me the most?"

You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand. "You the most. But don't tell Carlos that."

Max tuts. "So, now it's just worse? You feel it more?"

Nodding, you try to explain. "I don't even like watching on TV, now, because I'm so far away. I feel so helpless."

You can't make it to every race but you try your hardest, not only to support Max but for your own sanity. It's easier to calm yourself down when you're around other people who believe in him, when you have access to all the details and when he's only a few steps away when he's out of the car.

"I don't want you to be worried," he says, softly. "You don't let on that you are when we say goodbye before the race, aside from being a little tense."

One of your favorite pieces of race weekends -- those few moments when all of his attention is on you. He makes sure you have everything you need and leaves you with a kiss and a smile and a see you later. His confidence and his competence are like balms.

"When I'm looking at you, I'm not as stressed," you say, a bit shy. "You're very good at your job, you know. And your confidence is convincing."

"I know," he says, seriously. "That's why I know it'll be fine. Do you not know that?"

If he was less determined, you'd ask him to drop it, since you're starting to feel embarrassed. But you know he won't let it lie.

"I know it, too, Max." You reach for his face to push back some fringe from his forehead. "I'll always be worried about you, though. You get in the car and drive away and I just -- sit there. And wait for you to come back."

He frowns, deeper this time. You keep your hand on him, cupping his jaw and running your thumb along his stubble.

"And I love it. You know I was a fan before I met you and it's a dream to be there to watch you race. I love seeing you do crazy things like win from p17. It's so much fun."

He knows this about you. You've got a bit of a reputation for your facial expressions in the Red Bull garage, always the first on your feet when he overtakes, jumping up and down when he extends his lead. It's an infectious kind of joy and energy and you lean into it every time, even if your stomach is churning with anxiety.

Max is quiet for a few moments. He covers your hand with his and leans into it further.

"You trust me, right?"

"Of course," you say right away. "Always."

"I've never really thought about it," he says, slowly. "I mean, in the car. I don't worry about you because I'm not worried, so I just thought you knew not to be, too."

"I'll always worry, Max. Even though I trust you."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Your cheeks heat and you look away from him, pulling your hand free to cradle it in your lap.

"You've got a million other things to worry about besides me," you say. "I don't want to distract you."

Max says your name with a scoff, literally waving his hand as if swatting away your silly notions. "Distract me? Come on," he says. "I wouldn't be a three-time world champion if I could get so easily distracted." He leans into your space, nosing at your jaw. "Even if you are very distracting."

You allow the attention for a few moments before pushing him back with a laugh. His cheeks are flushed, hair a bit of a mess, like after he takes off his helmet. And, god, he looks relaxed. You're so proud of him you can hardly stand it. The season is almost over and you know he's got a lot of work ahead of him, and you've got a lot of worrying. But he's motivated, and you know he can win. You know he'll come back to you.

Max leans his head back on the couch and casts his gaze sideways at you, nose scrunched. "I can't fix this, can I? You're still going to worry."

He sounds so resigned, so disappointed in himself that you tug on his hand so he'll get closer. This time, you frame his face with your hands and kiss him, just a light press of your lips to his. Both of you sigh into it, and you drag your mouth along his cheek until you reach his ear.

"I'm still going to worry," you whisper. "But I love you and I trust you. And I know it'll be okay."

Max sighs and presses his forehead to your shoulder, practically pulling you into his lap so he can wrap his arms around you.

"You better hope it doesn't rain for the rest of the season," he mumbles.

"That damn VSC," you groan, pulling back from him a bit. "I was going to tear my hair out!"

Max laughs. "It kept things interesting," he says lightly. "Rain isn't really a problem for me, schatje, you know this --"

"Because you're Dutch, I know, Max." You roll your eyes. "Even Fernando couldn't keep it together! I mean, the gasps from the garage when --"

The seriousness of your conversation fades as you trade tidbits about the race -- you've done this already, hashed it out in the hotel room and the flight home and in bed since Sunday. Max watches you talk, elbow braced on the couch and his head resting in his hand. His eyes sparkle and you know you're amusing him as he corrects you on the turn names and who went in the wall when. Max loves you: you've never doubted this. He loves you and he cares about how you feel and doesn't want you to be worried.

And while you will be, because you love him, you know that it'll be alright.

"Hey," Max says, interrupting your opinions about start procedures. "I love you, okay? Thank you for worrying about me."

"Graag gedaan," you say. Well, you try to say. Max laughs and corrects your pronunciation. You're welcome, he says, over and over, a kiss to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead each time. Ik houd van je. Your lips, your neck, your jaw.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

[dasniichts-a]

“... The vessel you are using. Will he remember this conversation?” Maybe the aeon didn’t realize their current situation. Which... would be understandable, if he thought longer on it, but Welt likely didn’t have time to theorize on overlapping conscious minds and shared memories. “There are some things I’m not ready to share with any of them is all.” 

Well, he could think of a better way to phrase it then, and perhaps it’d help confirm that possibility. Though the idea of the Aeons didn’t exist where he came from, Welt had to wonder... what if they were always there?  

What if they were always there, but the universe was just so young and Earth itself so focused on not falling to Finality to know that it was all real? What if she was just a fragment of true Finality themselves that echoed into his universe? What if he also was? 

So many theories... 

It—wasn't going to be the best way to phrase it when Reason knew what the answer would likely be, but it’d give him an idea of where to go from here. Maybe. “Some research speculates on whether or not the Aeons walk among us long after their ascension, yet those on the Luofu who are old enough to remember the Third Abundance War remember Lan seemingly descending upon the physical plane before cutting through the abominations... do you perhaps remember if there is a higher plane that we, as mortals, are not aware of that the aeons reside in or were you always amongst the cosmos?” 

     He is proud. Though some of them have been insolent and made questionable choices, such as their actions against this new body, considering them as a whole he is quite proud. His children have come far from the waters of the chosen world. They now travel the stars like he and have thrived in his absence. Welt Yang has mentioned a child of their own. Perhaps they understand.      If only it were easier to check on his children. Another pity of this life's restrictions.      The question gives him pause, tail stopping entirely as head cants to the side with a frown. It is not the first the crew of this vessel has referred to him strangely, yet it still baffles each time (and each time is oddly difficult to recall).

     ❝I know not of what you speak, Welt Yang.❞      There is no-one else with them.      ❝I should like to say I would recall, yet in the interest of honesty my memory fares less in this life for reasons I've yet to fully comprehend. Moments periodically become clouded.❞ And sometimes when he thinks he is on the verge of knowing why, it slips away like water through his hands, in conjunction with that periodic flicker through his mind. A name that sometimes echoes.      Ah well, it seems even this life requires a journey as answers are not readily given.      ❝If you seek answers I see no reason to not endeavor forth. I've no desire to sequester truths away from my companions.❞

[chaosandmarigolds]

It's me. hi i'm the problem it's me (aka here's another installment of Simon Riley's being...Simon Riley)

Dinner Party (gone wrong) edition

He will help you cook, mainly because he's jealous of the literal task of cooking for getting more attention than him for the past five hours- does he know what he's doing? No. But he does his best and lord knows he can and will happily follow orders.

Cleaning? he may seem a bit disgruntled at first but he will stand on the dining room table to clean the lights, and he'll clean the baseboards even though he keeps telling you no one is going to look at them-

Loves watching you cook, or more of he loves watching you do something you enjoy, you could be gardening, writing, reading, sewing- he loves seeing the shine in your eyes- so he does stare, not in a super creepy way but it catches your attention

"I can feel you staring at me."

"An?"

"And you're freakin me out-Oh! Since you're here can you go get the nice wine from the basement?"

"Got it, boss."

He tastes tests everything, it's an excuse to put his hands on you to keep himself still for a moment so therefore he is very eager to do so

As much as he 'loves' PDA (aka he tolerates it) around your supposed friends you've been so desperate to impress for the past two weeks, he can't stomach the idea of giving you any more than an awkward side hug in their presence

Dead stare? yeah, he stares at them from across the table, utterly baffled out they can outright judge your amazing cooking because like??? a free meal?

'It's overcooked' your ass is overcooked Jenni.

Yet he was shocked? you were just taking the harsh words and backhanded compliments with a smile and nod. You were better than him, he would've made some snarky remark already

"Your house is...so cozy." "The decor is very retro."

"Maxmilist but...not? I love it." "Mm, very seasoned."

"It's so... it's so you."

You were taking it, laughing it off and squeezing his hand every time he made any motion or even gave a look like he may snap back at them.

"I think...I think I did good steak- the steak is good right?" You whisper as you grab the wine from the rack in the kitchen- which he technically didn't have to follow you but it was probably for the better that he did. Tears stung your eyes and you were doing your best to breathe and not let a sound escape.

"I thought it was amazing, it was amazing-hey-baby," he grabbed your shoulders to keep you from going back and then very carefully moved to wipe the tear from your cheek, "Baby, how about we kick em out an' then we watch tha' movie in the theatre? I'll make them go away...do you want me to make them go away?"

"That-it would be so mean."

"Do you want them gone?"

It took two words to make the prestige get up out of the seats, 'get out.' however he would tell you he was very polite and told them you weren't feeling well suddenly, and they were very understanding.

He told you to not change, after all you were already dressed up as if for a date and so was he so it worked perfectly.

Sure the movie you chose was a reshowing of a 90's chickflic but he would take your laughter over anything else in the world-

and yeah he did all of the dishes because he felt like when you got home the only thing you needed todo was go to sleep and rest

Next time he would just have the boys come over (after a long lecture on manners for Johnny, will make that man sit through an online dinner manner course thingy)

(annnyway thats it <33 I love comments and feedback!)

[local-new-kid-super]

Little things the Raccoon and Friends Squad do for a New Kid!Reader during and after a battle.

Raccoon:

☆ Shares food with you mid-battle, even his beloved honey-soaked sopapilla. He's pretty selfish on the field (as with everything else), so he doesn't share with anyone else. Expect the rest of the team to get pissy he's not sharing with them.

"Fatass, Captain Diabetes is literally collapsing, give him some fucking food!"

☆ Checks on you first after the battle, trying not to seem like he cares too much, but he's even willing to 'shed' his claws off for a moment because it's next to inpossible to bandage you up with them.

"The fuck?" He snaps, struggling to open up a band-aid pack with his sharp digits. "Fuckin' shitty Terrance and Phillip band-aids, these Canadians don't know anything about battle, New Kid."

Captain Diabetes:

☆ Stays right by your side, often in front of you. Most of his attacks are head-on, and he can take quite a few kid. Sweet Scott is more than willing to take a few hits for one of the few members of the franchise who are kind to him.

"Not to fear, new kid! No hits to tough for the power of diabetes!"

☆ Always asks for you to 'sidekick' for him. He loved being by your side when Cartman first had you partner up with him after joining the franchise. His desire to have a sidekick is a mix of it making him feel like a real, respected member of the franchise, and a slight fear if you hang out with the others, you'll realize he's kinda lame in comparison to guys like Raccoon, or heaven forbid you switch teams and meet Mysterion.

"New Kid, hey! Listen, if Raccoon assigns us partners today, will you be mine? I've even got some super snacks for us to share!"

Human Kite:

☆ Kite's always willing to provide aerial support, or pick you up to help you avoid an enemies attack. This of course pisses of Raccoon, who just gets laughed at when he takes a hit.

"Ey! Kite, you fucking traitor jew, save me! I'm the fucking leader!"

"Shut up, I couldn't lift your fatass if I wanted to! Hop on my back, New Kid."

"Ey!"

☆ He's got a bunch of little home remedies his mom gives him when he goes out to 'play', and even some packed food. After a battle, he's more than happy to plop down on the curb with you and laugh at Cartman crying post-battle.

"My mom made her special stew if you want some, it's cold as balls out here..."

Mosquito:

☆ To be honest, Mosquito can't do a whole lot to help himself, much less you, but he's gonna try and show off, just for you. Whether it means flying in and draining some enemy blood, or even taking a hit to the head because he's too busy flexing his barely visible arm muscles.

"Check it out, New Kid! I'm getting pretty ripped, bzz bzz!" He immediately gets clocked by an enemy, but please don't make fun of him crying 😥

☆ After battle, he's in charge of hydration, so he'll go around and hand out water bottles, and 'blood' for himself, which you've come to realize is kool-aid powder in sprite. He'll give you your water bottle, and hope you won't poke fun at his streaky tear marks and wobbling lip.

"H-heres a bottle, drink up for... for strength, bzz bzzzzzz." He's outright sobbing now.

Fastpass:

☆ Fastpass makes sure to crack extra jokes when you're hanging around, throwing away his respect for comedic timing to slip in a one-liner after every. Single. Hit.

"C-consider t-t-this ass-kicking e-expedited!"

"Did someone o-order t-this fist with s-s-same day delivery?"

☆ Fastpass is pretty much ready to take off after a successful fight, especially if it's the end of his patrol. Hop on his back, and he'll take you somewhere cooler than this storage facility you just whipped Prof. Chaos's ass in.

"L-lets go! I've g-got a coupon for City Wok, and I've got some post fight mu-mu-munchies!"

Super Craig:

☆ He's not really enthusiastic during battle, so if you get injured or knocked out, then he'll step in and fuck up the opposition. Otherwise, he's more than willing to ditch mid-battle and go doing something more interesting.

"This fucking sucks, new kid. Let's go get a slushy."

☆ He knows fighting can be pretty stressful from when he used to battle alongside Tweek, before the whole Freedom Pals incident, so he's happy to take you back to his house to distress with him and Stripe.

"Don't worry, Stripe. Me and the New Kid really showed those assholes not to mess with Raccoon and Friends. Now, give him a carrot new kid, he makes this real funny squeak..."

[evieelyzabethh]

Hey can u do a spike smut

I have another Spike smut fic coming so I'm gonna use this to drop my sfw and nsfw Spike headcannons because fun fact, the buffy brain rot is real and I have over 100 pages of buffy reboot material. anyways...

warning: not proofread

sfw:

Spike purely smokes because he thinks it makes him look cool. I think when it comes to vampires, they either physically cannot feel the effects of drugs or are lightweights. He hates the smell of smoke, hence the duster jacket, and refuses to smoke in his crypt because of the shit ventilation

Speaking of smoking, William was most definitely asthmatic. He had no friends in boys school because too much physical movement sent him wheezing. He did enjoy horseback riding though

He has poetry stashed somewhere, I just know it. Under some slab of rock or rolled in some random alcohol bottle pirate style, it's somewhere.

Spike would love an English major or anyone who has a hobby aligned with creative writing. This doesn't mean he'd automatically show you anything he's written but he'd be more open to the possibility sooner rather than later.

Very picky with what he steals/wears. He will not just put any old rags on. He dressed Drusilla and he is a fashion icon and I stand by that

As for him with a partner, I do think he is the type to fall first and incredibly hard

I think how familiar you are with one another would dictate a lot. If you were a Scooby, I wouldn't say he'd keep his distance, but he wouldn't be super outright with his affection. There'd be some playful banter here and there, dare I say some flirting, and maybe even some gift-giving every now and again. He's like a crow, he'd be the type to drop things on your windowsill just because it reminded him of you

If you two didn't know each other, he'd most definitely be the stalking type. Every time you're walking home from school, there WILL be a dark figure following you around. You're getting harassed by some rando? If you paid attention to the newspaper, you'd see they mysteriously went missing. You can go from eyeing something while window shopping to it magically ending up on your doorstep

Never the one to make the first move. He wouldn't say a word unless he was 100% confident that you liked him back, and even then, there'd be a lot of hesitation

He would love a forward partner. Someone who makes his insecurities melt away and who he doesn't have to worry about them ever getting over him. When he loves, he loves forever. He has all of time to love you and his ideal partner would be someone who wants to spend all of time with him

He is such a romantic!!! I think he would be so into matching couples costumes or just matching outfits in general. Super into domesticity wherever he can get it, decorating a home together, cleaning together, cooking together, doing anything together

Since he can't have a job, I do see him being a house husband. It gives him something to do during the day. Wears a 'kiss the cook' apron and pouts if you don't give him kisses while wearing it. I headcannon that he spent time all over Europe, including France, and had some really good pastries at some cafe that closed like 200 years ago and made it his life's mission to recreate them. The grocery bill is high but it makes him happy

Valentine's Day is his absolute favorite holiday and he makes a big deal of outdoing himself every year. Not in terms of money or extravagance, but meaning. He treats every day as a new one to know more about you. It's not enough to know your favorite color, he needs to know the exact shade, exact hue, and exact context you love it in. He knows your allergies, remembers your favorite outfits, and keeps track of your cleaning habits so he can make everything shiny and new when you forget yourself. He becomes a master of all trades to make you whatever you want exactly how you want it

He does really like Halloween, too. He's a huge fan of the Scream movies. He dislikes when horror movies try too hard. Being so used to gore, blood, and guts, he prefers a funnier, more unserious scary movie

Speaking of blood, he starts out against drinking from you. He used to only do it to kill someone, or at least with the intent to cause harm. He didn't trust himself not to get overwhelmed and hurt you. But I feel like at some point he either gets hurt on patrol or his stash gets low and you both forgot to restock and he has to. It was a very close call, and he couldn't bring himself to even look at you after the fact. He only warms up to it if it's necessary. He avoids it, but there are always slip-ups. He has bitten you during sex a few times when he got a bit too into it. He says he refuses to do it unless it's for your pleasure

He is so obsessed with you, if you couldn't tell. You're his favorite person, favorite scent, favorite taste. Not to be slightly yandere on main, but he would kill for you and kill himself if he wasn't enough for you. Never leave you. Never hurt you. Spike would never.

nsfw:

He is neither an ass or tits guy, he's just a 'you' guy. Absolutely everything about you gets him going. You think it's funny at first until you're trying to eat a bowl of spaghetti and he's staring at you, hard. It's not his fault the stray sauce around your lips looked like blood and vampire you is a very hot concept to him

You guys have to own a house. The noise complaints would be too much and you'd get evicted. I do see him as more of a groaner than a moaner, but sometimes it's just too much and it's both. Sometimes it's just one hand gripping the pillow your head is resting on, the other on the headboard, and his head in the crook of your neck practically whimpering as you milk his cock

You also have a tendency to get pretty loud, and as much as he loves your voice, his super vampire hearing can't take it sometimes :(

Doesn't really matter the position, but it's hard and he's so big. You can feel him in your damn ribs and it's choking you up. You don't even realize how loud you are. It's not until you hear his raspy voice in your ear. "I know, love, I know. It's a lot, but I need you to be a bit quieter. You're hurting me." And you pout a bit and try to mumble apologies that just sound like gibberish. You try, futilely, but surely he must understand that you can't help it. Not when it's this good. He whispers again, rubs where your belly bulges from his dick, but it doesn't seem to work. He eventually flips you over to shove your head in the pillows and you were far too out of it to complain. You like it a bit rough anyway.

As mentioned previously, he is a biter. He can't help it, it's instinct honestly. Its not like you mind, you clench even harder when he does. The sudden smell of iron is drowned out by the stench of sex and sweat, and the piercing feel of his fangs into your neck only stings for a bit. He makes up for it by licking up whatever spills <3 Being with a vampire was always going to be at least a little painful

He likes his hair pulled. You're fingers in his hair in general is heaven on earth, but being pulled around a bit is nice

Has a thing for tearing your clothes off. He really does like being a vampire, feeling big and strong in a way he was never able to when he was human. There is a feral piece of him, maybe its the demon inside him or it was always present, but seeing your clothes in pieces after the fact just scratches the itch in his brain

Speaking of brain, enjoys giving and receiving head equally. Being absolutely obsessed with you, and very secretly obsessed with the taste of your blood, he could die happily with your cum on his lips. Between your legs is his favorite place for real. As for receiving, it's his favorite way of shutting you up in any scenario.

Bruises. Everywhere. Hickeys. Everywhere. He's possessive but not exactly an exhibitionist, they end up along your collarbones and your thighs. Places where they can easily be hidden or revealed

Plays old music because he's old. He refuses to use modern technology because he likes his old as dirt aesthetic but definitely plays sexy orchestral music. I simply do not believe him to be an RnB kinda guy

He likes seeing you in his clothes after!! Going back to the whole love for domesticity thing, it just feels right. He's, shockingly, not always a horny fuck in the morning. Sometimes it feels more right to just look at you, the pretty after sex glow on your face, your messy hair, your cheeks pressed into the pillow. If you get up before him and put on what he had on the night before, it just completes the picture.

When he is a horny fuck in the morning, it's still just as soft and slow as the non-sexual mornings. He likes to be the big spoon simply because it's easier to slide his dick between your thighs and hold your tits at the same time

[lolahauri]

preggers anon, i did mean all 3 of them but you dont have to! + what you wrote for Toby was really good

Ahh I'm sorry love! :( here's hc's for Hoodie! I'll do Masky's next soon!

˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Pregnant With Hoodies Baby:;

-> F/M, HC's, Pregnancy, Fluff & Smut, Nipple Play, Outercourse, PiV Sex, Hoodie Kills A Guy, Nothing Crazy <- (MDNI)

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Acts of service king.

From the moment you found out you were pregnant, he insisted on doing all the labor around the house.

So for you, that means no lifting heavy items, no deep cleaning, no fixing things, no yardwork, etc... etc...

No intense exercise either!

Only lets you do low effort activities like light cleaning, cooking, baking, nature walks, or yoga.

He'll let you go shopping if you want, but he's driving, pushing the cart, and carrying all the bags in the house. 🤭

As your pregnancy gets further along and you start to get heavier symptoms, he'll also do things like helping you shower and shave, making you breakfast in bed, massages, and home spa days.

Overall, lots of princess treatment. <3

That also extends to the bedroom as well.

He's always been more of a soft dom who loves to please, but that gets amplified by 100 when you're pregnant.

His breeding kink goes crazyyy.

So turned on by your new glow and extra thickness.

Just has the insatiable need to please you, he doesn't even want anything in return, just pleasseee let him eat you out until you can't cum anymore.

And he will too! He won't stop until you're done, no matter how sore his tongue and jaw get.

Would also be obsessed with your tits, he can't get over how plump and sensitive they are now. <3

Loves to play with one nipple, suck on the other, and rub your clit all the same time.

If he's not also inside you while he does that, then he's definitely humping your ass or thigh instead.

When in missionary, he gently holds and rubs your belly, telling you "you're so beautiful", and that "you're gonna be such a good mommy."

Fantasizes about getting a titjob from you, but probably wouldn't ask outright (you can tell though hehe).

If you let him fuck your tits, he'll be playing with your nipples until you orgasm from that alone.

(yes that can happen.)

Also loves a good pussy/thigh job. 😋

Back to sfw:

He'd be such a stalker too.

But unlike Toby who physically clings to his partner, he instead watches you from a distance.

He trusts you of course, and knows you always try to be safe, but he doesn't trust other people. Specifically other men.

Very jealous, protective, and possessive. He tries to not let you see that though.

He's just both worried for your safety, given his job, and worried about other people hitting on you.

He's not stupid, he knows that men love pregnant women, and the thought someone else checking you out or flirting with you makes his blood boil.

And best believe if anyone does bother you, he's following them home that night. 💀

Cut to you at home watching the news the next day:

*Breaking news! A young man was found murdered in his apartment this morning!*

"Hey, he kinda looks like the creep who catcalled me yesterday.🤔"

"..."

"Let's change the channel..."

😭

In general, he'd be soo doting and protective of you. Easily the best proxy to make babies with. hehe <3

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

you do historical au right? So how about a Villainess who actually is a regresser but she saw too much hardships in her previous life that this time she's all set on herself (you can add revenge or not if you don't want). A tyrant disguised saw her real self which is extremely kind to general public (she built orphanage, hospital and schools for her people) (she's the heir but got scammed in previous life, so she used all that knowledge to get even more riches with beneficial businesses so she's practically richest aristocrat). She's evil and rude on the looks (because she hates limelight and does all good will anonymously). So yeah. The tyrant is real deal evil and he's obsessed with our Villainess now. Oh dear. What a plight..

Sorry for the request being all over the place, i didn't know how to put it better :(

Yandere! Villain x Regressor! AFAB! Villainess! Reader

Anon, you know how to capture my attention. And the request is comprehensive, don't worry!

Another historical AU for the roster. This time, rather than starting off with the villain, let's start of with the MC/you! (Because most of the time it doesn't really focus on the ML now, does it? Hope you don't mind.)

Yandere! Villain name: Eros

You don't remember how you got here, except for dying by a stupid woman who can't aim for jack shit.

You just got home from a grueling day's work. Always getting ahead of yourself and working yourself to the bone just to please your boss who's a major asshat, and loves when his employees curry favors with him.

It's a dog eats dog world, so you curried favors with him.

You're his favorite employee. Always giving you snacks and an extra day for your vacations. But that meant working harder than what's needed. Overtime, going home late, it drained you. But hey, it's worth it.

Yet, this wouldn't happen, and you would still be living like a young princess if it weren't for the damn mistress your fiance, the crown prince, has.

Elysia, a daughter of the baron, spent the night with the crown prince, Yuno. Earning the affection of the prince since...

Actually, you don't remember how Yuno became infatuated with Elysia.

Is the fuck really that good that Yuno neglected his fiancee?

And you, the daughter of the second Ducal household (who's not related to the royal family, of course) was blinded by rage and betrayal that you made Elysia's life a living hell.

Erm, why not the crown prince's too, then?

Remembering your past life made your head hurt. From the cliche love story down to the way you were treated made you scream to the oblivion.

After all, after Yuno figured out how you treated Elysia, he made your family kick you out. Powerless against the royal family, they had no choice but to exile you.

You got employed by your employer by then, an eccentric man who spoke of other worlds called 'Earth' and is bringing 'modern day capitalism' here. Whatever that means. But hey, he developed these things called 'cellphones' that made him skyrocket with money.

He's a weirdo, but at least he's easy to please.

But the bitch Elysia "accidentally" blasted light magic to your way, killing you instead of an assassin. Great.

But, then, you're only the minor villainess. The main villain was someone named Eros. The other Ducal household and your father's rival.

As young as 16, he already conquered the ducal household he's in and then, 6 years later, he had wealth rivalring that of the royal family's. Heck, maybe even surpassing it.

"Hello? Where's the checks and balances of this world?" That's what you usually ask yourself.

You never saw him outright, since he's always been so busy. But you clearly remembered when you're in and out of a coma back then after you got struck with the magic, a war broke out due to him.

Fortunately, you regressed into a baby still, so you could avoid being engaged to Yuno, and being involved with Elysia.

Growing up again with your mature mind was weird. Unlike last life, you weren't a brat, but a proper, cold, and an unattainable standard of what a noble woman should be. Well, if you exclude the coldness and the bitchy attitude sometimes.

In all honesty, your family loved you dearly. A clear contrast from your last life. You're a role model, perfect in every way. Beautiful, smart, talented, and shows clear interest in politics and business.

The previous life, you were only a mouth to feed with a pretty face and a political pawn to integrate yourself into the royal family.

And as usual, you got engaged to the crown prince, much to your dismay.

Yuno was easy to read. He doesn't like clingy women, and he likes the chase. He's dumb, and only knows how to spend money.

"Ah, he's worthless."

What did you saw in him in the previous life, really?

Since you were unattainable to Yuno, he became attached to you. Wanting to conquer you.

And you always returned his advances with a flick of your fan and covering your face with a glare with your sharp eyes.

You're the thorned Rose of the Kingdom. Beautiful, yet prickly. It brought you to the limelight, but also, not. Due to you being closed off, news of you rarely get out.

So in the free time you had, you always disguised yourself with your dark magic and filled up your own coffers with the help of your knowledge of business last life (from your employer.)

You built hospitals, made schooling accessible... You were basically the saintess rather than Elysia.

Oh, did I mention that Elysia, with light magic, was the saintess, and you with dark magic was the prophesied Villainess? It's complicated.

But right now, with Elysia failing to bed Yuno in his crown prince coronation, due to him being only attached to you, you were free to do what you want while thinking of your next plan.

What you didn't know is that a certain pair of crystal blue eyes followed you.

You walked along the street of the outskirts of the Kingdom, inspecting the newly built school.

You just got out of the ducal household and immediately went here after being confronted by Elysia once more, who "accidentally" stumbled into the chateau and into you and Yuno. Can she get more obvious, really?

You never used your dark magic here in the outskirts since you felt safe in the people's arms. They never judged you, nor used you for your money. They're just glad more and more accessible facilities are being erected by the young lady.

While walking around, you got into the councilor's office who's busy with enrolling the children. He's the chief of the town, and is one of the few people who graduated fully back in the capital.

He graciously accepted the position of being the councilor after you approached him, since you genuinely wanted to help the outskirts.

You saw children happily playing around while the parents lined up, excitedly talking to one another.

When they saw you, they immediately curtsied and said hi.

"My lady! Hello!"

G-greetings my lady..."

"Oh my stars! It's the lady!"

"Look over here, my lady!"

You giggled and decided to mingle with them more, talking about mundane things in life and what other facilities can you put here.

"Okay, so a shopping center, huh? Okay, that's noted. Also, I think a gymnasium would work well also, so that there will be a place where all of you can have meetings, and also have children play."

They all excitedly nodded and bid you goodbye as you went out.

You felt like yourself here in the outskirts.

Maybe you can convince your father to give you this part of the territory, and your brother can manage the main household?

Your thoughts were interrupted by children pulling your skirt to play, cheekily grinning and playfully pushing a ball up to your arms. You grinned and chased them around, roaring loudly like a monster and pretending like you're a dragon.

The giggles and screams of delight of the children filled the lively streets, along the chatter of the townspeople.

"Sir? Are you okay? What are you looking at?"

"..."

Eros' eyes widened, then softened as he saw you, chasing the children around, playing with them and not minding the dirt clinging to your outfit.

He gulped, suddenly feeling his heartrate pick up as he cleared his throat. Red flushed his cheeks, as foreign yet also the familiar feeling of infatuation filled his heart.

The noise that surrounded him faded into the background, and somehow, everything seems so bright and colorful. All he could see is you, and you, and you...

You...

You...

Beautiful, thorned you.

Eros.

The name itself sends shiver down the spine of people.

Of fear? Love? Or arousal?

He's a man of few words, only letting his actions talk to other people.

Such an otherwordly beauty like him garnered unwanted attention since he was a child.

Other than being extremely handsome, he's also very talented with politics and business, also with physical activities like horse riding and hunting.

Due to this, his mother developed a twisted inferiority complex, and also an almost incestious relationship with him.

She always hurled words that hurt his soul and emotions.

Then she'll hug him while saying sorry.

This cycle would continue on and on until he's 16.

It was supposed to be a joyous day, not until his mother forced himself on him.

Disgust, fear, and rage filled his body that time, and all he remembered is awakening his dark magic and consuming his mother.

After that, he was knocked out cold.

When he woke up, he remembered his past life on Earth.

He's a business man of such a high position, CEO.

He clawed out of his way from poverty. Stealing, investing, selling, he did everything just to get out of the clutches of being a plebian.

And, when he struck gold when his stationery business thrived, his genius made it possible for him to talk to investors and convinced them to invest in his work.

God, he's rich.

And once he reached the age of 24, he's a rich man.

Then he died due to being assassinated by his rival.

With now his previous life in his roster, he became a formidable business man. Eccentric even.

By some weird cheat, he developed cellphones.

Something so revolutionary was first met with skepticism, but it boomed in popularity when his friend, the crown prince Yuno, bought and used it.

it was weird, really. Yuno approached him to employ his ex fiancee in his company and take care of her.

Eros, who didn't mind, employed you.

Sweet, lovable you.

It was funny seeing you struggle to curry favor with him. Not used being the one who had to try to get close with him. The way you struggled to hide a frown when he mentioned over time, the way you hide your disdain when he talks about extra work...

God, you're so cute.

He spoiled you in the best he could do. Extra vacation days, snacks, all he could do without being too obvious.

Then you died.

You... Died.

By the hands of his friend, well, ex-friend's mistress.

Elysia.

That damn bitch doesn't know her place.

Then and there, his eccentricity died down, and all he knows is revenge back then.

You were in and out of coma, and seeing you swim between life and death made his heart roar out in pain.

He felt so helpless seeing you pale and vegetative, something that wasn't you.

So, with a soft promise leaving his lips, he waged war in your honor.

He fought blood, sweat, and tears in your name.

All he could think is you.

All he could see is you.

And as he ignored Yuno's plea, he beheaded Elysia.

The damn bitch raised the notion that dark magic users are evil, despite dark magic being only an another element.

She turned the tides on you.

Why should she live?

Yuno also. He betrayed you.

Once the royal family was dead, he brought your comatose body to the throne, and killed himself with you at the throne.

He made you ingest poison, something that doesn't cause pain to your already pained body.

Meanwhile, he killed himself by striking a sword down to his chest, and to his heart. The very same heart that loved you dearly.

Then he woke up,

a child again.

Back in time.

Getting away from the busy bustle of the ball, you got out to the garden and sighed. Letting the cold air bite into your skin.

Dread filled your heart as you realized once more that Elysia was nowhere to be found, and so did Yuno.

Your nerves got to you and you left the scene, overthinking the worse of the worst.

Did Elysia actually bed Yuno successfully?

Albeit just a bit late?

You covered your mouth, shaking dreadfully. The pain of your last life was getting to you once more. Trauma trembling you to the core.

"My Lady? Are you okay?"

A deep voice broke you out of your reverie. Something so silky, smooth, and familiar.

You turned around, your heart pounding as you saw your employer, Eros. He's dressed in noble clothes, gold, black, and blue.

He looks more uptight and strict this time around. What happened? Why does he look like that?

You never connected the dots, since you thought your employer and Eros were two different people.

But this?

Your heart trembled.

"G-greetings, your lordship." You curtsied, fighting back a frown just like how you did with him last life.

"You're still the same as ever."

"What is it?"

"Oh nothing." Eros waved his hand.

This life, Eros was more brutal than the previous life. He exposed his mother, a pedophile who touched him and stole money from the household, letting her get beheaded by a rusty axe in the middle of the colosseum. After that, he joined the interkingdom war, and won it much earlier than before.

He's basically a warlord. A tyrant to his territory who imposed such strict rules that you doubted yourself if this was the same Eros you knew.

You both silently stood in front of each other before he took off his coat and gently draped it on your shoulders.

"It's cold out here, my lady." He whispered. His long eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.

He inhaled your scent, his lips trembling.

He missed you so much.

His precious rose.

He gently brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly and lingering there, with his eyes screaming obsession.

His grip was strong yet also loving.

It made you blush.

"My Lady, if my friend, Yuno, hurt you, approach me."

Your eyes widened.

"Approach you?"

Eros smiled. His handsome face blinding you momentarily.

"Yes, i'll help you take revenge."

Eros eyes swiftly looked at the balcony up above.

"Like this."

Eros swiftly dipped you and kissed your lips.

God, you tasted so divine upon his lips.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sweeping and tangling with your much more timid ones. He cupped your cheeks, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

His eyes were glaring at Yuno back at the balcony, who was naked on their bottom half with Elysia, shielding you from the scene.

Yuno's eyes widened, and he hastily dressed up, his eyes boring into Eros', and you.

This life, he'll protect you from pain.

He'll protect you from Yuno and Elysia.

He'll burn down the ground for you.

Just say the word.

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Hmm, twist upon twists. I love it. HEHEHEHE

[radioisntdead]

No longer you

Adam x F! Reader

Warnings: mild OOC because it's my first time writing for this prick.

Song used

Adam begrudgingly walked down the long heavenly hallway, Lute was left behind to prepare for the extermination that would take place later that very day.

Paintings decorated the walls, ones of his time in Eden with Eve, He wished he could just grab them off the wall and smash them to smithereens but unfortunately he couldn't because Sera would be on his ass about it, as would the folks who painted them.

Eventually he arrived to the door at the other side of the door, immediately pounding on it.

"Hey, Sweet cheeks, I'm here open the fuck up!" He called out.

A loud sigh was heard before the door cracked open, a dove-like cherub flew out.

"The prophet is inside, do keep your voice low as-" the poor cherub was interrupted by the first man,

"Yeah yeah, I know We do this every fucking extermination." Adam proceeded to walk pass the Cherub and walk into the dim room.

You were sat in some fancy looking chair, a floral tea pot infront of you, the light outside shined onto you, you looked positively ethereal through the translucent veil covering your face.

Adam couldn't deny that he got fucking lucky landing you as his wife, and if he could he'd pepper you in kisses and more but alas, he couldn't unless he wanted to get scolded by Sera, not here at least.

In this room you were a prophet, someone who gave him an idea of how each extermination would go, obviously it'd be the same as every other time, they'd kill a bunch of fuckwad sinners and come back, like every other time.

Adam couldn't even open his mouth to say anything before you began to speak.

"I am the prophet with the answers you seek,"

You looked towards him, normally you'd bring a decent vision, but with what you saw, you couldn't state it outright.

"Time, I've unlocked it,"

Adam immediately grimaced at the look of pity you held in your eyes, the last fucking thing he needed was to be pitied, not by you of all people.

"I see past and future running free," you gestured for him to take the seat in front of you.

"There is a world where I help you get home," you picked up the tea pot, you poured the tea within into a matching floral teacup.

Adam sat down the chair creaking from the force he used, he picked up the cup muttering a "Thanks"

"But that's not a world I know," you didn't dare make eye contact with him.

"What?" You heard the teacup get placed back into the table, a droplet flying out and staining the white cloth that covered the aforementioned table.

"I see a song of current romance," you closed your eyes as the visions replayed in your mind, you had a vague idea of who they were having caught a glimpse, The princess of hell and a former exorcist.

"I see the sacrifice of woman,"

So, so many exorcists would lose their lives, and even if you didn't approve of the whole extermination thing, you didn't think they deserved death.

"I see portrayals of betrayal," the image of the day Lute tore Vaggie's wings and eye out flashed.

"And a snake's final stand," Poor guy, he never stood a chance.

You took in a breath, opening your eyes to look Adam in his.

"I see you on the brink of death," you heard Lute's scream, it sent cold shivers down your spine.

"I see you draw your final breath," that smile, that stupid, goofy soft smile of his, that would only be reserved for you usually.

Adam looked unimpressed, not taking your visions seriously, him? Dying? Because of little miss hell's princess? What a joke.

"I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you" It wasn't Adam, but the fallen angel who had stolen away both of his wives.

Adam scoffed, "This can't be,"

"We've slaughtered and sailed through the toughest of hells," He waved his hand around in a circular motion.

''Now you tell us our efforts fail now?" You sigh as you slip out of your seat, standing up.

"I see her hotel covered in gold," truthfully you saw it in rumble, but the angelic golden blood was spilled up on it.

"Faces of sinners who had long believed you invincible," you saw them cheering, cheering at the fact that the first man, the man you loved for some reason, was dead.

"I see your wife with a man who is haunting," you saw him, no longer as he was now, no longer a winner but a sinner like those he slaughtered each year.

Adam on the other hand immediately thought that you meant Lucifer.

You prayed that he wouldn't break the porcelain tea set that rested on the table, it was gift from Emily.

"A man with a trail of bodies," "Who?!" He stood and shouted with such anger that a normal person would flinch, but you simply pointed your finger to him.

He visibly relaxed at that, still on edge on whatever you could mean with the word choice of haunting.

"I see a song of past romance," you saw Eve relaxing on a beach, or who you thought was Eve.

You moved, taking Adams hands in yours, locking eyes,

"Adam, I see the sacrifice of woman, I see portrayals of betrayal," he turned away from you,

"And a snake's final stand," you moved to pull his head towards you.

"My love, I see you on the brink of death, I see you draw your final breath," the faint trace of tears filled your eyes as Adam rolled his.

he didn't believe you for whatever reason, was it the over abundance of confidence that he had in his exorcists? The very ones that would perish, that would lose their lives and their friends.

Adam scoffed, grabbing your face taking the chance to plant a kiss on it.

"Relax Sweet cheeks, it'll be like every other extermination, we go down there, fucking slaughter them then come back and party like every other time,"

"Adam, did you not hear a single word of what I was saying?"

"Yeah, yeah I die or whatever, which is impossible because if you forgot, I'm the first fucking man, dickmaster sixty-" a knock was heard at the door, causing you to snap your head at it.

"Sir Adam? Lieutenant Lute told me to tell you that it's almost time." The Cherub from earlier called out, causing Adam to groan, "Adam, please-" "You got nothing to fucking worry about Sweet cheeks, see you later." He booped your nose for whatever reason before leaving, slamming the door behind him.

You watched as the remaining Exorcists returned, injured, traumatized and without Adam.

You sighed as leaned against the window frame in the house you shared with Adam, glancing out the window at the night sky you fiddled with his Halo.

"I see a man who gets to make it home alive," you tossed it onto the bed before looking back at the window.

"But it's no longer you."

Oh you were so going to tell him 'I told you so' the moment you saw him again.

Good evenin' folks! Surprise surprise I actually posted on Wednesday! Now I do hope you enjoyed this little thing with Adam, it did not come out as angsty as I would've liked, but I got another future seeing reader fic slow cooking in my WIPs only that one is a TAD bit more angsty! As always thank you for tunin' on in! Thank you and goodnight!

Psst! Join our discord, it's kinda dead rn!

[axeoverblade]

Ayo can I request a platonic 1610 miles x older fem reader. Like she acts like an older sister to him and she visits him in his dimension. Bonus if his parents love her.

Dynamic Duo

1610 Miles x Platonic fem! reader

Synopsis! Miles never really cared for having another sibling until he met you

MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff, just fluff.

Warnings: mentions of dead sibling, foul language

Word count: .7k

Authors comment: THIS WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER IM CRYING. Two posts about Miles in one cause why not? ENJOY <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

•when you first met Miles you two clicked immediately

•He reminded you of your late little brother

•even though it made you sad at first to be around Miles cause of the nostalgia of it, you grew extremely fond of him over time and vise versa

• Bad habit of calling him youngin and he gets SO PISSED

• “what’s good youngin” “I’m not even that young shut the hell up”

• would get in trouble often with Miguel because you two “weren’t using your watches properly”

•apparently traveling dimensions to have ice cream together was against the rules

•still did it anyway

• he tells his mom about his friend “who left town” who was like his big sister and indirectly how much he admired you

•he would never ever tell a soul he looked up to you even though it was very obvious

•like bro legit mimics half the things you do unconsciously

•You notice it but don’t say anything

• you are so unconsciously over protective

• like you sometimes forget he’s a spiderman too

• he does the most stupidest things to impress you like a younger sibling does

• “Hey y/n look!” *cue Miles hanging upside down from a bridge doing stupid dangerous poses* “Miles! Get the hell down before you kill yourself” “But ’s cool right?” “…that’s besides the point”

•INSIDE JOKES!!!!

•or just those understanding looks you two give each other when you both see something stupid

• randomly pop up in his dimension to surprise him

• you two swing around the city together for the fun of it

•He rants to you constantly about his home life, finally feels safe enough to speak about everything that’s going on and how he feels to someone

•calls you when he has anxiety attacks. even though he would never outright say he’s having them, you know

• call it big sister senses

• always change the subject to something you know calms him and suddenly he’s laughing telling you about something that happened a couple of days ago when he was on duty

•Makes you happy he has an outlet he feels safe talking to because you know he can't do that with anyone else.

•HE STEALS ALL YOUR THINGS

• “yah so then-is that my jacket?” “…noooo?” “Miles I swear I'll kill you that’s like the fifth one this month”

• Always wants to be around you

•like lil bro is always just around trying to hang out with you or go on your missions when he can cause he thinks it’s cool to see you in action

• he even copies your moves for when he fights villains

• You finally met his parents

• at first they were very skeptical of you but after seeing how you two interact they grow very fond of you

•asks you to visit more often and cook for you whenever you do come

•you three talk about Miles whenever you think he’s not listening (he is) and how proud you are

•both you and his parents get on his ass about random stupid things he does

•legit tag team him all the time and there’s nothing he can do

•you visit so much you have a little bag of things in his room for when you come over

• you have your own personal relationship with his parents. They see you as one of their own and you see them like a second pair of parents

• they have their own nickname for you

• you are so close they add you to the family gc

• you and Miles bicker all the time about the stupidest things

• “shut up that’s why I’m the favorite kid” “you’re not even their kid!” “Your just proving my point further”

•you act like a real siblings. Like you would give your kidney for him but if he asks to borrow your charger? Hell nah

• overall he genuinely loves you and really appreciates you and you can say for the same for him

•will always be there for each other just like real siblings because in a way, you two are and always will be

©axeoverblade

[satoruwiki]

Stripper gojo 😳😳 I can't help wonder if satoru would still be doing strip club after they start serious dating. I mean it's his job. Well just wanna hear what u have to say

mmm, i think he would stop at some point, but not because you ask him to. like, if you were to ask him to stop, he would ignore you because… that's how you met, you knew what he did for a living and still agreed to go for something serious with him anyway.

If i had to think of a scenario. it would go something like...

"Hey, baby?" Satoru spoke softly, there was something he had been thinking about for a while but he didn't know how to tell you. You took your eyes off the TV and noticed his frown, he looked thoughtful and that worried you. it wasn't usual to see him like that.

"Is something wrong?" you asked doubtfully, shifting your seat to have a better look of his face.

Satoru rested his gaze on your hands, taking one of them gently and caressing your knuckles with his thumb. "You know, I've been thinking for a while now…" he hesitated, you guessed it was something that was very important to him because of how difficult it was for him to tell you outright. Such mystery made you uneasy, but you didn't want to rush him into telling you what was on his mind.

"I'm going to leave the club."

You raised your eyebrows in astonishment, you didn't think he was ever going to say that, it was even more likely for you that he would break up with you than quit his job of so many years.

"Are you sure? I mean, you love working there…" you didn't know how long the idea had been in his head, as he was never vocal about it. To say that his sudden decision took you by surprise was an understatement.

"yeah, but I don´t know, I've never seen myself working there for a long period. could you imagine? an old and wrinkly me killing it on stage," satoru chuckled, shifting his gaze back to you, a glint of mischief and truth in them, "besides, i don't feel comfortable doing all that sexy stuff to some girl i don't know when my lady is waitin' for me at home," he added, leaning to nuzzle onto your neck, dropping soft and teasing kisses on your skin.

you giggled at the ticklish sensation of his lips on you, lolling your head to a side to give him more space to cover you in smooches. "and what's the next step? i mean, what are you going to work as?"

"as a teacher," he formulates without ceasing to tease your neck, his not at all subtle hands sliding under your shirt.

"like actually or is it still a lie?"

"like actually, i have a degree in education."

"huh?!" you gasped, "oh my god, 'toru! you never told me that!"

"to lie you need to tell a part of the truth, silly girl. now lemme teach you something y're gonna like..."

[ddarker-dreams]

one of yan scaramouche's most difficult traits to navigate is his unreasonable jealousy.

it bleeds into everything, permanently staining numerous interactions a hot, angry red. he thinks he hides it well but he doesn't. what makes matters worse are the lengths he goes to convince himself he isn't being unreasonable, so as not to endanger his fragile hubris. if he ever were to do some serious soul-searching (don't hold out for this, it's not going to happen), he'd come to the bitter root of this issue; his fear of abandonment. this unsightly weed festers in his subconscious and has grown to such a monstrous size that any hypothetical soul-searching could be wrapped up in like, two minutes flat.

(he still isn't going to go spelunking through the mire that is his feelings though and you're forced to weather the consequences).

scaramouche considers your attention a finite resource more valuable than glittering gold. it's just... nice, how after a long day of dealing with idiots, he can come home to the only person he likes. every moment he spends in your vicinity he expects to be the only thing on your mind. why shouldn't be be? he knows his appearance is attractive, he's interesting, and the fact he's willingly spending time with you should be the highest compliment. so why aren't you putting that book down when he's right there.

are you actively trying to spite him?

he knows the secrets of the universe and you're over here waving him off like he's a fly because you're reading some low-quality light novel likely published by that insufferable kitsune. hey, did you know that this celestia humanity reveres is little more than a glorified prison? that there is a higher power that even the archons must answer to? crazy, right? how everything you've believed your entire life is probably a lie, that he's dispelling right here, right now—

you have the audacity to tell him that's nice, as you flip the page of your mediocre book. he's internally seething. the audacity you have to blow him off is nothing short of appalling. it's difficult to focus on your story when you feel daggers being glared into you. he isn't going to outright confess that you neglecting him is stirring up such a negative tempest of emotions, yet he won't leave you alone either. he's going to sit there, tapping his foot, arms crossed over his chest until you're finished you're oh so important task.

the following day, when you go to pick up the book, you find it's nowhere to be seen. the fatui grunts stationed to watch you refuse to offer any explanation, which, at this point, confirms scaramouche's involvement. he returns that evening with a pep in his step. he's already thinking of all the cute faces you'll make when he makes his wry remarks, how he'll whisper into your ear and get you all flustered—

aaaand now you're working on a book. he can't so easily do away with this infraction because he's secretly kinda curious how it'll turn out, the insights it'll give him into your mind... still, he's far from happy about the development. expect your manuscripts to have corrections written on them every morning. he's petty like that.

[pavaal]

masagoto mobamenco masterpost

because i'm going through an intense samurai flamenco resurgence, i decided to re-translate all of the masagoto conversations from the mobile game and put them in one post! most of them are basically the same as they once were, just reworded for clarity or flow, but there were a few that were outright incorrect that i will go back and edit into the original posts. eventually, i'd like to re-translate the ones between masayoshi and mari as well as between mari and goto, but i don't have the original text for those on hand!

i managed to find some voice clips from the mobile game as well, and while some of them are buried in my translation tag, some of them are new to me so maybe one day i'll post them too! for now, this is all i have the energy to do.

i've vaguely organized the conversations by topic, but all of them are special because it's masayoshi and goto talking to each other... big love.

TRAINING

Masayoshi: I've been doing really well lately! Goto: Be careful, you're the type of person to mess it up when you're at your peak. Masayoshi: Please don't be mean! Goto: But am I wrong? Masayoshi: …no, you're not…

Goto: Hey, it looks like I've gotten a little stronger. Masayoshi: Congratulations, Goto-san! How much more until you become the number one officer? Goto: That's not how the police force works!

Masayoshi: I'm really starting to see the results of my training. Goto: You're getting hit less? Masayoshi: I've become able to withstand Ishihara-san's punishment! Goto: Wait, there?!

Goto: I've been feeling pretty good lately. Masayoshi: That must be the results of your training! Goto: I haven't been doing any training, idiot!

Masayoshi: I've gotten a lot stronger! Goto: But you shouldn't try doing everything by yourself. You know you can rely on me, right?

Goto: You people are always going on about "training." Masayoshi: Training is essential for a hero! You train too, don't you, Goto-san? Goto: I do not. What I do is just plain hard work. Masayoshi: Hard work is also essential!

Masayoshi: I've gotten a lot stronger! Goto: Good for you. Seems like all that training is working for you. Masayoshi: Yes, but I'm not done yet!

Goto: All right, seems like I've gotten a little stronger. Masayoshi: Congratulations! I need to be careful not to fall behind. Goto: Aren't you way past me already? Masayoshi: Th—that's not true! I still have a lot of work to do!

CURRY

Masayoshi: Goto-san, you like pickled radish with your curry, don't you? Goto: Yeah. It just feels like they go together in my mind. Masayoshi: Then, what about rakkyou (pickled scallions)? Goto: I'd eat them if I had them, but I wouldn't go out of my way to make them.

Masayoshi: What do you usually eat during work? Goto: I usually just grab whatever I'm feeling like at the moment. Masayoshi: And what do you feel like eating now? Goto: …talking to you makes me crave curry…

Goto: So, why do we only ever eat curry? Masayoshi: Heroes mean curry, and curry means heroes! Goto: Okay, but I'm not really trying to be a hero or anything. Masayoshi: Goto-san, there's a hero inside of all of us. Goto: You're dropping that line now?

Goto: Even though we're always eating the same thing, I somehow never get tired of it. Masayoshi: That's because the taste of instant curry changes slightly depending on the manufacture date! Goto: What?! Masayoshi: Yes, it's always getting better! Goto: Wait, why are YOU proud of it?

Goto: Do you ever cook at home? Masayoshi: I'm a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I can't cook at all. Goto: So that's how it is. As for me, I can't really make anything but curry. Masayoshi: But that's amazing! Please cook for me sometime! Goto: Yeah, yeah, if I feel like it.

Goto: Where do you usually buy your curry? Masayoshi: Sometimes I buy it from the supermarket, but I usually order it online. Goto: So that's why you never run out. Masayoshi: I'm prepared to have curry at any time!

Goto: You really love curry, don't you? Masayoshi: Yes. Of course part of it is due to my love of heroes, but my grandfather also often made it for me when I was a kid. Goto: Oh, really… Masayoshi: Yes, so I suppose it's nostalgic for me.

Goto: What's your diet like? Masayoshi: Well, I eat curry at home, and at work I get something from the convenience store. Goto: That sounds pretty unhealthy. Masayoshi: Don't worry! Ishihara-san makes sure to keep me on track. Goto: Oh, well, that's fine then.

Goto: You're a model who loves curry. That's gotta be tough. Masayoshi: It's not too bad. Goto: But curry has a lot of calories, doesn't it? Masayoshi: Whenever I eat too much curry, Ishihara-san puts me on a special diet. Goto: …………what do you mean? Masayoshi: …um, let's just say it destroys your appetite for a while.

DAILY LIFE

Goto: What's wrong? You look down. Masayoshi: Yeah… things aren't going well for me. Goto: Look, I'll watch something with you, so cheer up. Masayoshi: At a time like this, the only solution is the Harakiri Sunshine movie! Goto: Where'd that energy come from?

Masayoshi: I'd like to go on a trip the next time we're both free. Goto: I think if I went somewhere with you, it'd be nothing but trouble. Masayoshi: But wouldn't that make a fun memory?

Masayoshi: What do you think I could do if I wasn't a model? Goto: I dunno, a cheerleader? Masayoshi: I don't think that's a career. Goto: Then a golf caddy? Masayoshi: In other words, I'm loud?

Goto: Your grandmother was a flamenco dancer, right? Masayoshi: Yes, so I believe that's where my grandfather got the "Flamenco" part from. Goto: Does that mean he's the "Samurai" part? Masayoshi: Of course not. But it does seem like "Hazama" is a samurai family name. Goto: Wow…

Masayoshi: Goto-san, would you like to watch a DVD? Maybe a Blu-Ray? Or how about a Laser Disc? Goto: Don't give me that housewifey 'would you like a meal? A bath? Or maybe…?' garbage!

Masayoshi: If I had to compare Goto-san to an animal… Goto: Do NOT say dog! Masayoshi: Do you have some history with dogs?

Goto: Now that I think of it, I lost a day off because of you. Masayoshi: Why are you suddenly bringing that up? Goto: Well, when I remembered it, I got pissed off. Masayoshi: Please remember my apology too and forgive me already!

Goto: So, what was your first impression of me? Masayoshi: Hmm… "he should stop smoking in non-smoking areas."

Masayoshi: What was your first impression of me? Goto: A naked pervert. Masayoshi: …please tell me what you thought after I properly introduced myself. Goto: A pain in the ass. Masayoshi: You thought of me that way…? Goto: What? That WAS my first impression.

Masayoshi: Omawari-san wa~ Goto: What's that song? Masayoshi: It's "Inu no Policeman!" Goto: What's with that title?! Masayoshi: I don't know, but Flamenco Diamond was singing it the other day. Goto: Ugh, I feel sick…

Goto: What would you do if you found 1 million yen? Masayoshi: I'd take it to the police station. Goto: Well, yeah, I guess you would… Masayoshi: Of course!

Goto: What would you do if you found 100 yen? Masayoshi: I'd take it to the police station. Goto: What, even though it's just 100 yen? Masayoshi: What if the person who lost that 100 yen desperately needed it back?!

Masayoshi: Goto-san, you're actually very strong, aren't you? Goto: What do you mean by "actually"? I'm a police officer, so I can do kendo and judo. Masayoshi: What kind of special attacks do you have? Goto: If we're going with that, wouldn't every officer have to know them?

Masayoshi: What do you want for your birthday, Goto-san? Goto: I dunno, a day off? Masayoshi: That's not much of a dream. Goto: Fine, then I want to live a peaceful life. Masayoshi: Let's make that dream a reality!

Goto: What do you want for your birthday? Masayoshi: When I was younger, I would have asked for hero merchandise, but now I want world peace! Goto: I can't do that. Masayoshi: That was a joke! But let's work on building peace together.

Masayoshi: Are you a good driver, Goto-san? Goto: As a police officer, I have to prioritize safety.

Masayoshi: Recently, my occupational disease has been flaring up… Goto: Occupational disease? From being a model? Masayoshi: When I get my picture taken, I can't help but strike a hero pose… Goto: Oh, that's what you meant? Masayoshi: It's very serious!

Goto: So how was it, being chased all over town? Masayoshi: I never expected such a thing to happen to me! Goto: Well, you did have a bounty on your head. Masayoshi: I was worried you were going to sell me out… Goto: As a police officer, that would have looked bad. Masayoshi: "As a police officer"?!

Masayoshi: The police are always taking care of me. Goto: Let's just hope we never have to "take care" of you in a different way.

Masayoshi: Goto-san, why did you choose to become a police officer? Goto: Well, you know… a few reasons. Masayoshi: Because you love justice? Goto: Don't lump me in with you.

Goto: So, I've been thinking, and aren't you the one who's causing trouble for everyone? Masayoshi: What is that supposed to mean? Goto: Well, I've been swamped at work since the moment I met you. Masayoshi: But maybe that just means I'VE had a lot to do since I met YOU! Goto: No, it started when you became Samurai Flamenco.

Masayoshi: Hmmm hm hm~ Hmm~ Goto: What are you doing? Masayoshi: I'm doing maintenance on my equipment! Goto: As hardworking as ever, huh?

Masayoshi: Hmmm hm hm~ Hmm~ Goto: What are you doing? Masayoshi: I'm sorting my collection! Goto: There's a ton of stuff here…

Masayoshi: Don't you see a lot of scenes in manga where people become friends after punching each other? Goto: I don't really get it myself. Masayoshi: If that's the case, shouldn't I have many more friends? Goto: In your case, you're just getting punched. Masayoshi: I suppose it's important to talk with our hearts before our fists… Goto: I think that's better for you.

Masayoshi: About how many texts do you send a day, Goto-san? Goto: Huh? Only when I've got some free time, so not that often. Masayoshi: But you're really fast about replying. Goto: I do have a habit of checking my messages, at least.

Masayoshi: Goto-san, that's not burnable garbage! That's non-burnable! Goto: Oh, oops. Thanks. Masayoshi: There's no need to thank me. Separating garbage can be difficult. Goto: You do your recyclables too? Masayoshi: Of course! Goto: Every household needs a person like you.

Goto: So, what do you do in your free time? Masayoshi: I work out or watch DVDs!

Masayoshi: Goto-san, what do you do in your free time? Goto: I usually just have a smoke or text my girlfriend.

Goto: Why don't we watch a movie once in a while? Masayoshi: Which would you prefer, Red Axe or Harakiri Sunshine? Goto: I said "movie." Masayoshi: I heard you, so which theatrical release would you prefer to watch? Goto: Why are my only options hero movies?!

Goto: Which is more important to you, modeling or Samurai Flamenco? Masayoshi: Both, but if I had to choose, it would have to be Samurai Flamenco. Goto: But no matter how hard Samurai Flamenco works, he doesn't get paid. Masayoshi: Being a hero isn't about money! It's the path I chose from childhood. Goto: I have to admit, your determination is impressive.

Goto: I get pissed off whenever I compare the size of our places. Masayoshi: Well, it's not really "mine." It's from the agency. Goto: It's still not fair. Masayoshi: Then, would you like to use half of it? Goto: I can use the whole thing since we're always together anyway. Masayoshi: That's quite selfish of you.

Goto: Why am I surrounded by freaks? Masayoshi: Birds of a feather flock together, as they say! Goto: Shut up! You're THE "bird"! Masayoshi: Then that makes us "together"! (This one needs a little explanation. "Birds of a feather" in Japanese is "類は友を呼ぶ," directly and awkwardly translated as "a [specific] type calls its friends." Goto accuses Masayoshi of being the textbook example of "a [specific] type" and Masayoshi returns by saying Goto is the textbook example of "[his] friend.")

Goto: Ever since I met you, it feels like it's been nothing but losing tickets. Masayoshi: Really? I feel like meeting you was like winning the lottery! Goto: …shut up, you stupid optimist. Masayoshi: I mean it!

HEROES

Masayoshi: I wish I could shoot beams too… Goto: Don't be a nuisance. Masayoshi: Get ready for my special attack! Flamenco Beam! Goto: Seems like something that would make your opponent start dancing…

Masayoshi: I wish I could shoot beams too… Goto: Don't be a nuisance. Masayoshi: Get ready for my special attack! Samurai Beam! Goto: You're like a foreigner who doesn't understand Japan at all.

Goto: Hey, just wondering, but is it really okay for a hero to be wandering around in the middle of the night? Masayoshi: W—Well, it's for the sake of peace. Goto: But the phrase is early to bed, early to rise, right? Masayoshi: That's more like health advice…

Goto: So, how do evil armies build their bases? Masayoshi: By forcing the citizens to work. Goto: Can regular citizens really build a base like that? Masayoshi: Then I guess they have to find some really talented construction workers… Goto: Sounds pretty tough…

Masayoshi: What kind of cybernetic surgery would you like to have, Goto-san? Goto: I don't want cybernetic surgery in the first place. Masayoshi: But it's a must for any hero…

Goto: So once the city is peaceful, will your work be done? Masayoshi: Here, yes, but there could always be evil lurking elsewhere in the world. Goto: What, so you're planning to go on a journey? Masayoshi: I don't know yet. I can't be sure of what I'll do until the time comes. Goto: Ishihara-san will get pissed at you. Masayoshi: I do get the feeling I'll never escape…

Goto: It's time to give up Samurai Flamenco. Masayoshi: Goto-san… Goto: …or else I'll have to get serious about chasing you down. Masayoshi: ……that absolutely sounded like a line from a show. Goto: ………….can you listen when people are talking?

Masayoshi: These days, it's standard practice for a hero to upgrade their costume as they get stronger. Goto: Huh, I guess so… interesting.

Masayoshi: My suit is cool, right? Goto: It's lame. Masayoshi: Um, I'll assume for the sake of argument that you mean "it's lame in a cool way." Goto: Not "it's cool in a lame way"? Masayoshi: That's just an insult.

Goto: So, are all heroes rich? Masayoshi: Of course not. Goto: But they have bases and weapons and stuff, right? Masayoshi: Well, yes, but that's due to the support of people around them… Goto: Isn't that a little too convenient? Masayoshi: It's just typical!

Goto: In the end, don't most fights get resolved through force? Masayoshi: Please don't be so blunt about it. It's just what happens after everything else has been exhausted. Goto: Isn't there some hero out there that can talk a monster down? Masayoshi: …some monsters don't have ears. Goto: Isn't THAT being blunt?

Goto: You haven't been able to give up on this hero thing for years, huh? Masayoshi: Yes, I've been preparing all this time. Goto: So why now? Masayoshi: Something in my body was screaming, "it's time!" Goto: You just felt like it?! Masayoshi: It was my heart of justice, crying out to be released!

Masayoshi: I wonder where heroes are supposed to park their motorcycles… Goto: In the parking lot, right? Masayoshi: That doesn't feel right. Goto: Okay, so then, the motorcycle runs on its own, and then it comes to the hero when it's called. Masayoshi: It's not a horse!

Goto: If you think about it, all those hero weapons and stuff are a violation of the Sword and Firearms Act, aren't they? Masayoshi: Well, yes… Goto: Which means you can't use swords or guns, okay? Masayoshi: It's okay! My weapons are stationery.

Masayoshi: Goto-san, isn't it about time you joined the team? Goto: Don't ask me like it's some casual thing. I'm not going to do it. Masayoshi: Goto-san, won't you join us in the fight against evil? Goto: Just because you made it serious doesn't mean I'm going to say yes!

Goto: The evil army doesn't attack while the heroes are transforming, huh. Masayoshi: Well, I think it's because they do it really quickly, or maybe they go out of reach… Goto: Huh. Being a hero sounds tough. Masayoshi: I think it's even harder for people who can't transform.

Goto: Why don't you get a motorcycle? Masayoshi: I did consider it, but there are various issues with parking and one-way streets… Goto: What a grounded problem to have. Masayoshi: Real life is different from fiction.

Masayoshi: Goto-san, let's have a strategy meeting! Goto: Oka—wait, don't try to trick me into saying yes to your freaky plans! Masayoshi: But what if it's just a little? Goto: Even a little is too much! I'll never get back out!

OTHER PEOPLE

Masayoshi: I had a terrible dream about Ishihara-san last night… Goto: What did you do? Masayoshi: I asked her to become Samurai Flamenco with me… Goto: Dream-you is kind of a reckless idiot, huh? Masayoshi: But you did it with me! Goto: What was I doing there?!

Goto: Is Ishihara-san really that scary? Masayoshi: Goto-san, have you ever had a woman dig her talons into your face? Goto: Ugh, nevermind, I get it…

Masayoshi: You know, Ishihara-san really likes cats. Goto: Really? I didn't expect that. Masayoshi: And if you add ~nyan to your sentences, she'll forgive you for anything! Goto: That one's definitely a lie! Masayoshi: I'm telling the truth!

Goto: Is MMM really that popular? Masayoshi: Yes, it seems like they have a truly enthusiastic fanbase. Goto: It's scary to think they don't know what Mari is really like. Masayoshi: Yes, I agree…

Masayoshi: Shishou is such a wonderful person! Goto: I think he's pretty fishy. Masayoshi: What do you mean?! He's the famous Kaname Jouji! Goto: Yeah, no, that's exactly why!

GIRLFRIEND

Masayoshi: Goto-san, do you ever fight with your girlfriend? Goto: Yeah, sometimes. We usually make up within the week, though. Masayoshi: "An occasional argument is the sign of a healthy relationship," right? Goto: Hmm… more like "we're so close that we're not afraid to go all out."

Masayoshi: Goto-san, what's your type? Goto: My girlfriend. Masayoshi: And what is your girlfriend like? Goto: Like I'd tell you! Masayoshi: Huh…?

Goto: Why do so many freaks like me? Masayoshi: That's not true. Goto: You're the freakiest of freaks, so you don't get to say anything. Masayoshi: Then, what about your girlfriend?! Goto: She just has a unique worldview! Masayoshi: (Isn't that what you call being a freak…?)

Masayoshi: Goto-san, if you had to choose between your work and your girlfriend, which would you choose? Goto: My girlfriend, duh. Masayoshi: No hesitation, huh? Goto: Of course not.

Masayoshi: You know, you can invite your girlfriend over any time. Goto: No way. I can't risk the flirting. Masayoshi: I would never flirt with your girlfriend, Goto-san! Goto: No, I mean her. Masayoshi: Your girlfriend would flirt with me?!

[bahrtofane]

Dialogue 15 and trope 19 with Kylian 💞 Your writing is so good!

thank u sm !! enjoy lovely <333

- "Can we start over, just you and me?" -  Second Chance

word count - 600+

watch it - kinda toxic relationship but its okay kinda happy ending hehe

In some parallel universe there's a version of you and kylian that haven't broken up and you're still in his home cozy in his expensive comforters without a care in the world as he pressed kisses to your cheeks. 

This is not your universe and the reality that you live is instead that you haven seen him in weeks and the last you did you stormed off screaming at dinner. Hey can you really blame yourself? 

Kylian has dragged you on a wild ride filled with so much drama you could actually kneel over and die just from thinking about it. 

And if you ask him, he'd say you were never together. The nerve. 

You hope he breaks a knee or something. That would shut him up. You think hes single handedly the most egotistical person you have ever had the misery of meeting. 

To him, he was untouchable. On and off the pitch. He was-is- Kylian Mbappe, what does anyone have to say to his face but praise? Nothing. 

Funny thing is you never meant to get involved this much. At the wrong moment at the wrong time. And boom you collided. Literally. At a friend's birthday dinner you got up to fix your dress, and here comes Mr hot shot not looking where he was going and slammed right into you. Sending you right into the table ribs first. That bruise was sore for ages. 

And the rest is history. A very miserable depressing history that leaves you with a pile of keepsakes under your bed. You have yet to find the heart to throw them out. 

And through all this you still let him come obver after practice to ‘talk.’ what the hell is there to talk about? The rumors that made you leave? The amount of times he never outright said you were together? God. 

He shows up soon enough. In all black and with flowers and a bag. You toss them into your kitchen table and guide him to your couch. 

“What is this about Kylian?” you sigh. 

He wrings his hands together, unable to look you in the eye. 

"Can we start over, just you and me?" soft. Gentle. 

“Kylain.” you warn. 

“I'm serious. I let talk and rumors get the best of me. I failed you in the process.”

“We start over and we what, do the same thing over and watch how you embarrass me?” you lash out. 

He winces,”no. I want you back and I want to treat you properly. I'm sorry for all I put you through. That's on me and always will be. But I can't just let you leave. I need you.”

"Fine," you relent, your tone laced with reluctance. "Let's start over. But this time, Kylian, we do it on my terms. No more games, no more lies. Just honesty, trust, and a genuine effort to make things work."

Kylian's expression softens, he's relieved. "I promise, this time will be different. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make things right."

You nod, though the doubts still linger in the back of your mind. "We'll see," you murmur, unwilling to fully let your guard down just yet. You know him well enough to know not to jump for joy. He needs to prove all this talk to you first. 

As Kylian reaches out to take your hand, you can't help but wonder if you're making a mistake, if you're setting yourself up for heartbreak once again. But amidst the uncertainty, there's a glimmer of hope—a belief that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

Together, you take a tentative step forward, ready to give love another chance, praying that this time, it won't end in disappointment. Praying that you won't have to tear down every little thing that reminds you of him. That maybe Kylian has space for you in his life rather than just  haphazard room he's made on a whim from shoving things aside till they swallow you whole. 

Only time will tell. 

[didishawn]

Little Messi (Pedri x Messi! Reader)

Warnings: reader is Messi's little sister, Lionel Messi is a professional matchmaker, lots of Spanish, mentions of Lionel Andrés Messi Cuccitini being the best football player because he is

Masterlist

Leo lately has been having thoughts about you, his little sister, with one of his teammates, Pedri, he can't help but think you two would somehow match together.

Pedri is a simple guy, nothing, wrong with it, Leo himself is too, honest, kind, great at what he does and a true Barça lover.

You are his little sister who he loves so much, the one he practically raised really, being so much younger than your other siblings and your parents being very busy with Leo's career, Leo most of the times took it into his hands to keep an eye on you, the internet is full of photos of him carrying you into matches from a very young age. You were truly Leo's first experience raising someone, there were those who even said you were actually his secret love child who he had at an extremely young age so they passed you off as a sister, lies of course, but it's not surprising there were those who believed it.

Pedri has recently joined the team, and you two, just seemed to hit it off fair quickly, something that Leo inmediatly became aware of. He knows you two are friends, but there is this part of him, telling him you two could be much more, and doesn't matter how much Antonella tells him to shut up the idea, he soon becomes your personal matchmaker without telling you.

It starts pretty simple, making you two encounter one another.

"Vení con los chicos y conmigo, así haces compañía a Pedri, que creo le cuesta un poco estarse cómodo conmigo y los pibes siendo el nuevo" he tells you one day, and of course you agree because Pedri and the rest are pretty nice, honestly most of the older players have taken you in as if you were their little sister and not Leo's. (come with me and the guys, so you can keep Pedri company, I think it's difficult for him to be comfortable with us being the new guy)

You honestly are suspicious of how much Leo smiles the entire evening and of Antonella giving him an annoyed look, as if he had done something wrong, yet you have no idea what.

You had fun honestly, Pedri is sweet, easy to have a conversation with once you break his shell, the other players tease him all the time, yet never say outright what the teasing is all about, but you do see the sneaky looks they give your way, yet decide to ignore them.

You don't see Pedri in a while, being a year younger than him, you are busy after entering 2nd of Bachillerato (Spanish last school year before university) and Pedri with training and getting to know Barcelona. One day you are laying around doing nothing, your brother approaches you out of nowhere, sneaky glint in his eye, trying to force down a smirk.

"Che, ¿me harías un favor?" (hey, will you do me a favor)

"Depende" (depends)

"Te quería pedir si podrías salir con Pedri, enseñarle un poco la ciudad, el pobre pibe todavía no se acostumbra" (I wanted to ask you if you could go out with Pedri, show him around the city, the poor guy doesn't get used yet)

"¿Y por qué no vas vos?" (and why don't you go?)

"Yo supongo él preferirá ir con vos que son más o menos de la misma edad" (I suppose he will prefer to go with you as you are the same age)

You end up agreeing, have a great time too, but are surprised to see Pedri knows all the places you took him to after your brother had made it sound like he had no idea. When you arrive home, he is looking expectant to see your expression, Antonella rolling her eyes besides him, after you tell him you had a great time and leave towards your room, you swear you can hear him let out a joyful noise, but decide to ignore him.

Every new season means a new shirt for the players to use during matches, and as always, Leo promises to bring you, the kids and Anto some for you all to wear, the number 10 and "Messi" on the back to show off your support for the greatest football player there is and ever will be.

He enters your room one random day to give you yours, you are too distracted by homework to check it out, but promise to do it later, you miss the way he pouts, as if he wanted to see your reaction over something.

You finish a couple hours later, the shirt almost forgotten before the bright red and blue colors catch your eye. You pick it up to examine it, it's not you favorite but it looks just fine, you turn it, expecting to see your brother's name and number on it but freeze as you realise there must have been a confusion.

A big 16 with the name Pedri on the top, you run down the stairs to inform your brother of the mistake, yet he has a sneaky smirk as he too checks the shirt out.

"Bueno, digo yo no pasará nada si la usas para un partido o dos. Incluso le podrá dar ánimos al pibe" (well, I don't think anything will happen if you use it to a match or two. Plus, it might cheer up the guy)

Leo promises to ask for another shirt for you (he doesn't mention his closet to be full of them and you don't remember it either, Antonella doesn't say anything, she wants to see for how long her husband will play matchmaker), he will take some time before giving it to you though, he is getting tired of all this, and wants Pedri to be his brother in law as soon as possible.

His plan, surprising or not, has been working out, many times you leave the house talking about going out with Pedri to do god knows what, he hears you two talk until late night hours, and he has heard some of the guys of the team teasing the Canarian about some girl he is crushing on-he really hopes you are the girl or everything will have been a great waste of time.

On the next match, you show up wearing the new shirt, you can feel the whispers behind your back about the unusual number 16 you are showing off, but do your best to ignore them.

Barça wins, a good ending for a long match after a hard season on the players, too far away from better times. You, the kids and Anto wait for Leo among the rest of the families when a boy approaches you, you recognise him as Fer, Pedri's brother from photos the midfielder has shown you.

"Buen partido, ¿no?" (good match, right?)

"Casi me da algo viéndolo" (I almost had a stroke from watching)

"Bonita camiseta por cierto" (nice shirt by the way)

You roll your eyes "Leo es un gil y me dio una que no era. Boludo, no quiero ni saber que se inventaran" (Leo is an idiot and gave me a wrong one. I don't even want to know what people will say)

"Pedri González, del máximo admirador de Messi, a salir con su hermana pequeña" (from Messi's greatest fan, to dating his little sister)

Leo frowns as he watches you laughing with the wrong brother as he walks out alongside Pedri and Piqué, he hits the later with his elbow and signals Pedri with his head, the younger boy seems to have noticed you and his brother too, as he too frowns, a saddened look in his face. Piqué clears his throat.

"¿Viste la camiseta que lleva y/n hoy?" (did you see the shirt y/n is wearing today)

The midfielder shakes his head, his eyes don't leave you figure.

"Che, yo también me fije" (hey, I noticed too)

"¿De qué hablan?" (what are you talking about?)

"Posta me parece que en la parte de atrás hay un 16, eh. Yo que vos chequearia" (I seriously think there is a 16 on the back. If I were you I would check it out)

Piqué nods, and the two watch as the boy approaches you. "¿Desde cuando haces de cupido?" (since when do you play cupid)

"Me tengo que entretener con algo, pelotudo" (I have to entertain myself with something, asshole)

Leo watches from his spot as both you and Pedri blush from whatever you are chatting about. The same behaviour goes on for the rest of the night, sneaky conversations in between you both that he unfortunately can't reach to hear. He pretends to not notice when you two dissappear sometime during the night.

He definitely doesn't squeal under Antonella's amused gaze at the end of the night, when you tell him how you and Pedri kissed and how the midfielder has asked you out for a date.

That night, when your brother is faraway from your room, you pick up Pedri's call.

"¿No deberíamos decirle que él no hizo nada, sino que ya estábamos saliendo?" (shouldn't we tell him that he didn't do anything and we were, already dating)

You shake your head "Naa, déjalo disfrutar al pobre chavon, que en verdad le gusta todo esto de ser casamentero" (noo, let the poor guy enjoy himself, he actually likes this whole matchmaker thing)

You don't think you will ever tell Leo the truth, let him think it was all thanks to him, when in fact you two have been together from the start and found it quite amusing how he played the fool with all these weird coincidences to get you two to become closer. It was time to let him in into your love though, let him know how much you actually like Pedri and he, you.

Unfortunately, after things become official, Leo becomes the most obnoxious, annoying, older brother the world has seen. But that is a story for another time.

[meigui-jin]

Hey do you think you could do some yandere headcanons for Hantengu and his clones?

Plot: `Yandere Hantengu Headcanons´

| ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ |

Warning!: Blood/Gore, Kidnapping, abuse, nudity, non-con mentioned, blood drinking, no proofread.

Note: Thanks for the request, this(these) demon(s) needs more love! Urami was excluded because he acts exactly like Hantengu 👀 This piece is also kind of long—

|English is not my first language|

Hantengu is a strange character

There could be a multitude of reasons as to why he feels for you. It could be anything really, treating him nicely in his human life, a passing glance, or that he found you pretty.

Which sends his mind into a delirious frenzy, making up a delusion that there was something there. The way his heart leaped into his throat, what a wonderful feeling that was. And it was overwhelming.

There was something about you that he needed. And he falls hard.

Not that you'd ever know of any of this. As Hantengu is a coward, only ever sticking to the shadows. He is big on stalking his beloved since he himself wouldn't be able to withstand you're mere presence, as if you were the sun itself.

Though he is possessive, Hantengu would seeth in jealousy whenever anyone would even come within five feet of his beloved, not even family members are an exception. As he deludes himself in the fantasy where he's obligated to you, and he alone. This occurs often when he stalks, though, he does not trust his clones to not do anything rash. So he just watches and let's his frustrations out later. When your not around.

He has convinced himself that everyone is mean and cruel. Which applies to everyone around you. He and his clones take no problem in eliminating anyone he sees as a threat. Which- sadly for you- is almost everyone.

They are just doing it to protect you, keep their love safe. Is that so wrong to do?

One of his clones would probably be the one to finally pluck you from your old home and bring you to your new one. The one with the highest chance of kidnapping you is Sekido.

You never stood a chance really, their upper rank four for a reason. And once they have you unconscious, they would whisk you away to an abandoned- yet stable home of a poor family who happened to be devoured by the demons not too long ago.

Hantengu is completely baffled and heartbroken at your aversion to him. The scared look in your eyes makes him jump in his own skin and crawl away. He didn't like this expression- not one bit.

Hantengu tries to make it as comfortable as possible for you- at least what he thinks would help. But it just makes it worse, he merely views it as homesickness rather than his own disgusting behavior.

As in his mind he's made up the delusion that the two of you were madly in love.

Hantengu doesn't seem to recognize his own strength at times- forcibly keeping you in his hold or strained kisses where he doesn't seem to notice the tears or pleas. Though he never does anything more than that. As his heart might fail if he did anything else.

Even if you claw away his skin- he sees it as a loving gesture. Bonding. He would also bring gifts- to try and show you that he wasn't like those mean people. That you can trust him.

He's extremely lenient and 'kind' towards you. He sees that you can do no wrong at all. The same way he victimizes himself to guilt trip you into staying or doing something with him. No matter how mundane it is.

Hantengu is extremely gullible when it comes to you. Though he's not stupid enough to just outright let you go- it's that he's the only one you even have a chance at escaping with through manipulation. But it can backfire immensely, your sudden switch to a more sweeter- doting nature may spur his delusions even further.

And when he can't physically be there, he would leave one of his clones to watch over you.

Sekido is probably the worst out of all of them. He doesn't care what you want. He does whatever because he can and there's no way that you could stop him. Even his brothren have trouble keeping him in check.

Sekido has no problem letting his everlasting anger out on you. Even if you weren't the one to cause it.

Which never ends pretty- foul names, red scratches, marks, bruises, broken bones... He never has an ounce of pity or mercy. His punishments are always extreme, he can't control his own anger. He doesn't even apologize for the abuse he puts on you almost constantly.

Sekido does has his moments though. Usually in silence, sitting in the room you've been locked in for God knows how long- just staring.

But those are rare occurrences, other times he just banters off on whatever pissed him off at the moment.

He says he loves you, but you're damn sure that's a lie.

As mentioned before Sekido doesn't care what you want. Often forcing you to partake in extremely uncomfortable situations. Bathing together, striping you nude and just staring- Sekido really does have a staring problem.

Personal space doesn't exist with him either. You'd be sitting, standing- whatever you would be doing Sekido would just slot himself as close as possible to you.

And if you even dare try to move away, or even get some breathing room. He'd have you pinned immediately, it's unfair really. How weak you were against him. He often used that as an advantage against you.

Sekido would get you stuff he thinks you may like. It's extremely awkward however.

Sekido really likes the taste of your blood. Sure his brothren do as well. But not... This much... It's almost on sight when he returns and immediately sinks his sharp fangs into your plush flesh- almost taking too much blood at times and leaving you unconscious.

Sekido incredibly intelligent, so trying an escape attempt when he is the one watching over you- might as well say goodbye to your legs because he may snap them completely off if he gets angry enough. And trust me it's extremely easy to make this demon see red.

Sekido be one of the only ones to actually do anything sexual with you. Sekido uses sex as both a punishment and an award. Either way, if you struggle and fight him or not.

Especially after the first time he had defiled you- it was addicting to feel you so closely intimate. He almost forgot why he was so mad in the first place. Almost.

Sekido might even try and convince or force the others to do it as well.

Aizetsu is- interesting, to say the least.

He is extremely whiney- it shocked you when the demon got on his knees and begged you to just embrace him- he would do anything for any sort of attention.

Aizetsu is extremely desperate, as he's finally feeling something other than sorrow. And he will devote himself entirely to you for letting this new light into his life.

He's extremely stand-offish as he's content with just basking in your presence alone. It's enough for him.

Other than Urogi, Aizetsu is one of the least life threatening one's. He still punishes you yes, but at least it's not breaking your bones or violating you. The most he would do is lock you in somewhere with no contact to himself or his brothren- which starts some fights.

Aizetsu would protect you- at least from bleeding to death. He never- ever would stand up to his brothren. Only helping you with any injuries you sustained by them.

Quiet apologies on their behalf. Though he does say that you acted out of line- and that's why they had to do it- because they love you is all. To forgive them.

Aizetsu would guilt trip you into doing things with him. Intentionally or not. He would tear up if you said no, saying that maybe he wasn't good enough. He never was. When this happens he doesn't even realize that he even is guilting you into letting him play with your hair- feed you- bath you. Really Aizetsu wants to be as close as possible.

Aizetsu is extremely dependent on you, emotionally and physically. So hours are wasted away with him just holding you. It can be any sprt of physical interaction. Holding hands, hugging, anything really.

Urogi is extremely hyper, bouncing from one train of thought to the next. Those of which usually involve random things such as, how were you doing? Had you eaten today? What were you doing right now, ect. He wants to know every last detail of anything and everything that happens with you.

He loves seeing the emotions spread across your face. Whether it be fear, content, pleasure. He finds it all cute.

Urogi is the only one that lets you outside- to the displeasure of his brothren. Small walks with you squirming on his shoulder with such cute doe eyes never fails to make him smile.

Urogi doesn't punish you at all. Sharing the belief you could do no wrong. Other than that you were convinced to do it or there was an alterior motive to any sort of defiance. Urogi would even compliment your abilities when he finds you again. Clapping with a big lazy grin at how far you managed to go this time.

He enjoys the chase, sometimes intentionally letting you escape just to track you down. It's fun to him.

Urogi would often take baths with you. Cooing and softly complimenting you as he helps you wash off, even as you shy away, he'd just grab your forearm and pull you back. Laughing at how cute you were being.

He's also very hyper- like mentioned beforehand. The most Urogi wants to do is spend and know as much about you as he can. Braiding your hair (no matter how short or long it is), if you don't have any he'd do origami with you, sing randomly, draw, talk, cook, sit in silence, kiss. It's fascinating how quick he can jump from one activity to another. As it's all fun to Urogi.

Karaku is obviously the most lenient out of them all. Being Hantengus personification of Relaxation.

Karaku never really speaks unless spoken too- seeing no need since the two of you seemed to just- know what the others thinking. At least he thinks so.

Karaku absolutely loves just lazing around with you, not like you'd be able to run off either. Karaku doesn't seem to be all that aware but trust me, he's alert at all times. Any form of opening a window, door, ceiling, wall- anything he's already beside you in a blink of an eye.

Karaku's punishments are weird- it's not directed at you- per se.

He would force you to inflict damage on himself, being a demon and all it heals really quickly- but this could last hours. Climbing the extremes untill you mentally can't go further.

Cutting off his tongue, gouging out his eyes, taking his heart out of his chest and laying it at your feet.

Karaku, like Urogi, doesn't think that any retaliation is of your own will.

Though, Karaku is a bit masochistic, driving pleasure from the 'punishment' he's forcing you to do. Even if your not physically harming him. Watching your face morph into various states of horror watching him mangle himself.

Karaku never calls you by your name- only random things that come to mind when he thinks about you, "Shortie", seems to be his favorite.

As shared with all of Hantengu's clones, Karaku genuinely thinks you're in love. He is more gentler than the others.

Doesn't mean much as Karaku tries to get you to eat human flesh from time to time.

He loves making any part of your face bleed, especially your lips, then lick the blood from it. He doesn't know why but that disgusted aroma and goosebumps always make him smile. And hungry.

Karaku is most likely the most addicted to your blood- beating Sekido by a long shot.

He would literally not stop- only sucking at your punctured neck slower when he was close to taking too much. He would either fall asleep or get pried off by you or one of his brothren to actually stop. Karaku is smitten by the taste- he'd even take some with him in tiny gourds just to get a taste when he's not near you.

Karaku likes to play with your hair, badly styling it too. Tugging at it and sometimes accidentally ripping some out. He would always apologize for it- even though he's not really sorry.

He would also be the one to try and get you to 'warm up' to them. Trying to set up situations where you either have to do something with them (which is most of the time anyways-) or that you have to talk to them.

Karaku would also sternly yell sometimes when you do something he doesn't like. Mostly when he is lazing about- holding you almost bone crushingly close. Even the slightest move to get off of him would cause him to snap at you. Then Karaku would go back to his relaxed state.

He can switch from calm and relaxed, then jumps to irritated and angry at the slightest things. Making it hard to judge what would set him off. It can literally be standing up too walking around without him. Not like you can explore the almost decrepit house anyways.

One other thing he does is leave punishments to the others sometimes. Too lazy to actually do it himself.

Though Zohakuten, is most likely the worst out of all of them.

Having the temperament of Sekido, the masochism of Urogi, Karaku's unpredictability and Aizetsu's gaslighting is truly the worst. Having enough power to literally bend you to his will isn't a good thing.

Zohakuten is the incarnations of Hantengu's emotions and desires. He will do whatever he wants with out hesitation. And has the audacity to turn it on you. It's your fault he's the way he is- you made him do it. He implanted this mindset that you have no idea what your doing- you need him.

Hes more level headed then Sekido- not irrationally jumping to breaking your bones into tiny little pieces. Not when he can just cage you with his blood demon art. The wood is impossibe to break without a sword or any external help. So he confidently knows your stuck.

Zohakuten would also use his Art for other things. Dragging you to him when your being 'fussy' (is what he says), or holding you in place.

He shares the staring problem. He can do so, unblinking, for hours at a time.

Surprisingly, he doesn't like making you bleed. Zohakuten would rather just restrain you than harm you himself. Though he does cut his own flesh- much like Karaku, though.

Zohakuten is parinoid, he's at least fifth in the most parinoid out of every kny yandere. If you fall ill once for an extended period of time, he starts to panic. Belive it or not they don't want you to die, so Zohakuten would impulsively turn you into a demon. Even if whatever was wrong wasn't even fatal.

Overall, each one of them are so stuck in their own delusions- that even trying to dispute what they believe would land in harsh punishments.

With all five of them- it's entirely impossible to even try escaping by yourself. It's incredibly rare that anyone would even find you anyways. Everyone who's already tried are six feet under.

They mostly don't care what your wishes are. Being selfish and in a constant state of self-victimizing causes them to lash out at you or others. Genuinely believing that they know what's best. That they are in the right and your just being manipulated or stubborn to not accept it.

A truly unfortunate fate indeed.

Thank you for waiting, sorry a lot came up and I haven't been able to get too this, I also ran out of idea halfway through... I didn't add Urami because his personality matched Hantengus way to much- though I hope you enjoyed!

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[jonathanbiers]

A sober Argyle holding a drunk Steve's hand to guide him out to his van after a get together in Nancy's basement (Robin stays behind to spend the night). Steve is giggling to himself and swinging their arms as they walk, Argyle smiles and swings along until they get to the van parked at the end of the driveway. "Now lets get you home" "Noooo! Don't let go of my handddd" "I have to drive bro" "It's okay I'll use my other hand to help steer" "No can do" Steve pouts, and they both get into the van. "Can I hold you arm instead?" "Sure man" Argyle replies thinking Steve will hold a hand on his arm as he drives but Steve hugs Argyle's arm close, nuzzling his face into his bicep. "That makes it more difficult to drive my dude" "Then we can stay here! And you can let me hold your hand longer instead" "Okay but only for five more minutes."

"It's been five minutes."

A smile tugs at Argyle's lips even as he leans over the center console of his van, posture contorted uncomfortably so that Steve can cling to his arm from the passenger seat. His arm is starting to lose feeling, a pins and needles sensation creeping into his fingertips, and Steve doesn't move. "Dude. You asleep?" he asks, voice softer. It would be convenient if he were—Argyle could (carefully) get his arm back and drive Steve home, so he could sleep off the alcohol tucked into his bed.

"Mm-mm," he hears Steve's voice muffled into the sleeve of his shirt.

"Okay, well, my hand is falling asleep, and we need to get you into bed."

Argyle's eyes follow Steve in the dimness. The light from the Wheelers' porch provides just enough to make out his features, but he doesn't have to see to know the pout on Steve's lips; he can hear it in the huffy exhale against his skin, can feel it when Steve turns his head to press his lips to Argyle's arm where his sleeve ends. "Five more minutes?"

"Babe." Argyle almost wants to roll his eyes, but he can't help but find Steve's antics endearing. They haven't been together more than a couple months, but he's noticed the reluctance to let go at the end of a hug, the fidgeting when they haven't touched for a few minutes. He can tell Steve has been keeping his clinginess reigned in; he's only afforded glimpses of it when Steve is very drunk, very sleepy, or very satisfied. He loves it, though, loves the way Steve wraps himself around him like a vine, the way he clings so close in those moments where he lets his guard down. He wants more than anything to show Steve he can let his guard down with him all the time; that he's safe with him.

Argyle flexes the fingers of his right hand, trying to work some of the feeling back into them while Steve keeps his arm in a vice grip. "Hey, what about this? I get us home, and I can hold you all night, yeah? Doesn't that sound so much better?"

At first, he can't tell if the reason Steve falls quiet is because he's considering or outright ignoring his offer, but he does finally let go of Argyle's arm—only to climb out of his chair, clamber across the center console and scramble his way into Argyle's lap. His ass knocks against the steering wheel in the process, the van's horn making both of them jump, but Argyle wraps his arms around his waist and maneuvers him so that they both fit in the small space.

"Or," Steve says, the slightest slur to his voice yet another reminder that he's absolutely plastered. He's got his face buried in Argyle's neck in no time, pressing sloppy kisses into his skin. "You, me, back of this van, whaddaya think?"

Argyle lets out a soft sigh, a hand on Steve's cheek to redirect him. He presses a brief, chaste kiss to his lips, holding Steve's face with both hands when he tries to chase after him for more. "I think I'm gonna take you home and get you in bed, to sleep." He can see Steve's pout clearly this time, and moves one of his thumbs to trace over his bottom lip. He's so irreversibly gone for this boy at this point, it's almost concerning.

Steve doesn't press the matter further, though he does make a show of his shoulders deflating when he says, "Fine. I wanna be the big spoon this time, though."

"Of course," Argyle agrees, knowing full well that what Steve really loves most is to be held. It works out perfectly—what Argyle loves most is getting to be the one to hold him. Still, sometimes Steve insists on having it be the other way around, only to wake up with his head pillowed on Argyle's chest anyway. "Anything for you."

They make a compromise: Steve doesn't hang onto his entire arm while he drives, but Argyle does have to keep his hand on Steve's thigh almost the entire way. It's only fair.

And if Steve hums happily when Argyle climbs into bed behind him and pulls him flush against his front, he doesn't see a reason to point it out. He's happy enough just to have the fortunate luck of knowing Steve is his. Knowing the oversized shirts filtering into Steve's wardrobe were stolen from his closet, the string bracelets on his wrist were made by his hands.