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leviathans-watching · 4 years ago

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the brothers at university

lmao ik some ppl think rad is a uni and if you do that’s cool- this is just what i think the boys would be like at a human university

will likely become the basis for a larger and more cohesive hc/au

rated t | wc: .7k

cw: mentions of drinking/partying, typical college stuff, cursing

lucifer

head of the student council and is TA for more than one class (+is in multiple clubs)

overworks himself like a champ

whenever his brothers cause problems, he makes sure there’s a new donation made to the school in the family name

people will ask him if he’s okay and he just gives you this dead look and laughs. he’s not okay

has been RA before and while people thought he’d be an absolute buzzkill he was pretty chill as long as no one was causing trouble/putting people in danger

mammon

is barely skating by in his classes

champion at beer-pong and is known as an epic party thrower- but watch your stuff around him bc he’s been rumored to have sticky fingers

that guy who doesn’t study at all until the night before of finals and pulls all nighters to study

you need to get fucked up? mammon’s the guy to go to, but he’ll also be a willing shoulder to cry on and has suspiciously good advice

has been seen scootering across campus in a pair of lacy shorts- asmo needed pants for his lab and he was the only one who could trade

levi

the guy who never seems to go to classes or leave his dorm room

you know that shit is nasty and cluttered, with empty monster cans overflowing the trash can

when he does drag his ass out of bed and to class, he’s in three-day-old sweatpants

makes a little extra money streaming, either by himself or with friends- he has a decent following and has missed tests to do 24 hr streams

hangs out with a small group of other gamers and has a great online network. everyone he hangs with speaks very highly of him & he tries to keep them separate from his brothers bc of obvious reasons

satan

bastard who looks way too put together at 8am classes and claims he doesn’t mind them

thank the lord if he shows up at your study group bc his notes are *chefs kiss*

always makes faces when people ask stupid questions

refuses to go to the campus starbucks bc he’s a tea purist and it’s irritating bc he’ll scoff at your drink & judge you for your order

he has a job in the library and helps categorize and shelve books

secretly helps his inner circle pirate textbooks

asmo

joins the lgbtqia+ club/organization and becomes the go to guy if you’re questioning or want to come out to someone

also in the environment clubs? gives people disappointed looks when they don’t recycle/compost/terracycle

hopped on the vsco trend, as well as any other trend that presents himself, though is often a trendsetter himself

takes gender/sexuality/woman’s studies and refuses to be slut shamed or let others be slut shamed

is almost never in his room-whether he’s at the club, the newest campus cafe, or literally anywhere else, he tries to be out and about, documenting a lot of it

beel

definitely joins the “do you feel unsafe on campus? allow us to walk you” thing with the rest of the bros

frequents campus gym and makes all the guys hitting on girls just trying to work out stop

also makes ppl drink water at parties. sir, why are you so sweet??

is probably there for a sports scholarship or something, i’m thinking football, and is a crowd favorite

so many ppl like him and have confessed to him but he’s pretty oblivious and can’t really tell when it happens

belphie

the kid who either sleeps through the entire class or never slows up yet always gets a perfect score on the exam

can be found sleeping all over campus (there’s probably an instagram hashtag dedicated to pictures of him sleeping and beel definitely follows it)

walks into the 24-starbucks and orders like 6 shots of expresso at like 3 am multiple times during exam week

sometimes picks up shifts at the indie music store and fits the aesthetic perfectly

doesn’t hang out with many people so when ppl see him with beel they’re a bit confused until they learn they’re twins

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#levisqueue #leviswriting #obey me game #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #obey me satan #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #obey me hcs #obey me au #obey me headcanons #alcohol mention #leviswriting-obeyme

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sevenxvirtuesx · 3 years ago

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Some Random Headcanons About Yuki

there will be more but... some random thoughts.

what is their bedroom like?

yuki might not be the most organised person, but she keeps her room clean and tidy. most things have their place and whilst she doesn’t mind a bit of disorganisation she tends to keep things where they should be.

her room is about comfort and relaxation. it’s not overly cluttered (cause that WOULD stress her out), and is based around being able to come in and just fling herself onto her bed or a chair. or potentially the ground.

she does have a sentimental side and will keep mementos from days out or activities. these tend to get pride of place on any shelves.

yuki doesn’t often think about taking pictures, but she will quickly ask people to send her photos of group shots or things like that.

do they exercise?

yuki doesn’t tend to like the gym. it feels a bit too constricting for her. so mostly she goes running or jogging - at the very least out for a power walk. being outside and seeing changing scenery helps her focus and she could keep going for some time.

she doesn’t mind others joining her for a run or jog either. she’ll happily talk to someone as long as the pace doesn’t drop.

or if someone is new to stamina exercises like running, she’ll happily train them up.

but yeah, when it comes to weights and stuff? she’s more likely to BE the weight for someone like beel rather than lift weights herself.

what is their sense of fashion like?

yuki tends to prefer comfort over style, but she likes to branch out as well.

whilst she’ll most commonly go for the hoody and jeans combo, she’s got a few nice dresses that make an appearance now and then as well.

her style isn’t over the top and she tends to favour the darker colours, or occasionally pastel, rather than bright or neon colours.

for make-up, it depends on her mood. she’s often apt to sleep in, and can’t always be bothered putting on make-up. depending on what happens during the day at rad she doesn’t always think it necessary. she’s been in enough situations where her make-up has ran or just been an annoyance.

she’s got quite a lot of make-up though, because she doesn’t mind asmo taking some time to make her that touch prettier~

of course, when it comes to her putting make-up on him she tends to act like it’s face paint and has painted one too many zombie cat and pus/boils on his face. but once he forgets he always comes back.

when it comes to a special occasion, yuki will go all out. as she doesn’t really care that much about fashion, she’s actually quite happy to choose an item of clothing that the person she’s with will like. if she’s with someone else she wants to make them happy, and clothing doesn’t change who she is.

what are they scared of?

yuki used to be scared of storms. thunder and lightning? terrifying to her. she’s not so bad now, but she would still prefer NOT to be outin a storm if she can help it.

when it comes to more cliche fears, clowns? freaking terrifying. she watched IT at way to young an age.

her fight or flight instinct often tends towards FIGHT though - so if you sneak up on her in clown make up you will be punched. maybe more than once. she won’t apologise.

on a more existential level, she does sometimes fear (or grow anxious) about her future. she has no real long term goals at the moment. her power is growing and she’s growing closer to demons and angels... how long will that last? or what damage might she do?

these thoughts aren’t often in her head. she’s more of LIVE IN THE NOW person than a worrier.

do they prefer to read or watch films?

yuki could happily do both.

she’s tried to take books from satan’s room before and it’s not worked out well, but she’s keen to read more things. she’ll read fact or fiction, as long as it’s well written. when she gets into reading a book, she’s lost to the world. not much can get her to snap out. she’ll make faces as well - and not realise she’s doing it.she’ll laugh at funny bits, smile as well. she’ll frown at frustrating bits... she’s been videoed doing it before and it’s been on some of the chats.

yuki doesn’t get embarrassed easily, but for some reason that really got to her!

and she’s more than happy to watch films or tv. it’s a nice escape. film nights (in her room, for some reason everyone congregates there) are brilliant. sometimes if its thing people have seen before, the night is just making fun of the film and making jokes. she likes horror, but gets caught out at every jump scare. even ones she’s seen before. she’ll sit in some of the guys laps without thinking during a film. and if it’s a really good film she’ll get totally engrossed just like when reading a book.

actually if you want her to agree to something or answer really truthfully, ask when she’s watching a film or reading a book. it’s like all her energy is on that, and she’ll answer quickly and honestly.

do they lie often?

yuki is REALLY bad at lying. she can sometimes get around this by telling part of the truth. but usually that doesn’t work either.

her emotions are nearly always seen on her features. and she also just doesn’t like to lie.

she’ll keep things to herself and have secrets, so if you ask her something and she doesn’t answer it’s because if she were to answer it would be a lie. she’s keeping something to herself.

#a mix of totally random things that aren't really relevant #but were in my head #part one of many!#might write more tonight as well #gotta write some headcanons about yuki & the demons

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obey-the-frost · 4 years ago

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Just a cute prompt I saw that made me think of Beel. I am a sucker for this sweet giant man.

Link to original prompt list:

"Wait...are you braiding my hair?

You were currently in the twins' room, getting ready for a workout with Beel. You were almost certain you would regret it but you also wanted to spend more time with Beel...preferably alone and uninterrupted. Joining him for a workout was not an endeavor the other brothers would likely join either of you on. So you felt pretty confident that you would indeed get your alone time, even if it would come at the cost of unpleasantly sore muscles tomorrow.

You were currently putting the things you needed in his gym bag: a water bottle, a spare change of clothes, etc.

You hadn't been expecting his fingertips to begin to weave themselves through your locks while you did so, Beel taking bits of hair and twining them together while both of you sat on his bed.

"Beel...?"

Your voice was curious, but not upset. He hasn't really touched you much before, your friendship and pact too new to really justify the casual intimacy. But you found you actually really liked it, and honestly wanted more.

Beel had mumbled something at first and it was hard to pick up. You were straining your ears just to try and hear. It was almost like he was...shy? They were used to him being a man of few words, and often blunt, but not shy. At least not like this.

"...Beel?"

You try again and add confusion to your voice, conveying your inability to hear his whispers.

"....long hair. You have long hair...Don't want it getting caught in the machines..."

All at once his thoughtfulness hit you and you couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about himself, outside of hunger that is. He was always so kind, even when you first arrived to the devildom and your relationship with the other brothers was...rocky at best at that time.

You remembered a time quite some time ago where he had plucked a snack right out of your hand and devoured it immediately himself to make sure you didn't.

At first you had been pissed. That was your food and you knew Beel could have a habit of taking food but he had never been so blatant as to take it from your own hands like that. But once Beel explained that particular food would have made you very sick and he wanted to make sure you wouldn't get hurt, your anger couldn't help but soften. It was almost impossible to be angry at this gentle giant for long at all. His reasoning extinguished your anger like a torrential downpour on a measly candle. It really was impossible to be mad at him.

Especially when he only seemed to have your best interests at heart, which was surprising for a demon. Never in all the stories or fairy tales you read as a child did you imagine a demon being so kind. But for once you were elated to be incorrect.

The more you thought about it the more you couldn't help your chest feeling warm as he carefully braided your hair, pinning it across your crown to make doubly sure it wouldn't get caught in anything. All you humans were so fragile, so he needed to take extra precautions.

You realized you hadn't spoken yet and realized with the nervous way he moves his hands through your hair as he pins it that he is probably worried he upset you or crossed a boundary. You and Beel hadn't become very physically close yet, your friendship not quite mirroring the needy and possessive clinginess of Mammon nor the insistent neediness to touch you that Asmo had.

You would definitely like for this to happen again. It was soothing and there was something nice about how gently his hands moved. You weren't expecting him to be rough but with his sheer size you were surprised he could move his fingers so tenderly and nimbly. Although he did play sports so realistically you shouldn't have been that surprised.

"Thank you Beel."

A smile creeping on your face as you stood to go look in a mirror. It actually looked pretty cute. You kind of wanted to try wearing it to RAD tomorrow. You actually kind of enjoyed the way the braid wrapped fully around your head like a crown, or perhaps even a tiara. It was like a fashion accessory without the accessory. It almost reminded you of the laurel crowns ancient Greeks would wear and you had to admit it did instill a bit of extra confidence in you, your mind recalling the ancient Greek Olympians you remembered from the human worlds ancient history.

"You're really good at this! Can you braid my hair again sometime?"

You turned to show him a kind and cheery smile to soothe any last worries fleeting through his mind. No problem, no boundary crossed. At least not any you didn't want him to cross.

Finding your own smile infectious he gave you a contented and more relaxed expression before he stood and grabbed his gym bag as a signal for you both to go. But before he walked past you he made sure you heard his response, happy you felt comfortable with him, as he did with you.

"...I'd like that a lot."

#obey me beelzebub #obey me shall we date #obey me #fluff #imagine #drabble #obey me beel

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obae-me · 4 years ago

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Hiii! May I please request headcanons of the brothers with a MC who has hydrophobia? Thanks sweetie 💖

I wanted to do a little bit of research into it before I even posted it, and I really hope I’m not getting Aquaphobia and Hydrophobia confused. This was something new for me so I’m sorry if it’s not the best. I hope this has enough of what you want, thank you so so much for submitting! 💜

Lucifer

He already knew this about MC, so he’d try to keep them away from large bodies of water as much as he could. Luckily in the Devildom there weren’t many. Not around RAD anyway. He knows about the large lake beside Diavolo’s castle, but there’s not too many times MC would be there.

The time did come eventually. Lucifer and MC had been invited to his castle to talk more about the program. Diavolo had taken them both outside since it seemed much more pleasant than his ‘stuffy castle’. Of course he had taken them both right near that open body of water.

This would be the first time Lucifer got to see how serious this was. It was one thing to know about and another to see it in action. He was aware of MC right beside him, starting to tremble, their hands fidgeting. Their skin has lost some of its color.

MC had never looked like this in front of him before, not even when any of him or his brothers were in demon form. They had always been too brave for their own good, a trait he had both found annoying yet endearing. He put a supportive hand on their shoulder, and as soon as the conversation was over, he led them away from the lake.

“MC, MC, breathe. You’re right here with me.”

He covered their shoulders with his coat and stayed with them until MC caught their breath. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. He’d have to take extra precautions to make sure they never looked like that again.

He’d ask MC to join him in his study when they got home so they could talk about it. He couldn’t make another careless mistake like this again, for their sake.

Mammon

He is as clueless as always, but he never ever means to hurt MC intentionally. He just thought it would be fun to take them to the RAD swimming pool after hours. After all he had taken a dare earlier that day, and if he got away with it, he’d earn some serious cash.

He read their body language as “I’m nervous to be here after hours, what if Lucifer find out” instead of “I’m terrified to be by this huge demon-sized pool” so he tries shoving them in for fun.

MC absolutely shrieked. They grabbed onto him with a death grip, shaking like a leaf about to be blown off a tree due to violent winds. So, in shorter words, intensely.

Mammon was stunned for the longest time, trying to come up with all sorts of answers in his head to why they screamed like that? Was it something he did? Did MC see something? Did they not know how to swim or something?

“Hey, hey, human it was just a joke, huh, I didn’t mean nothing by it.”

He held them close and led them outside, leaving his fun plans and money behind to take them home. He won’t soon be forgetting the piercing sound of the scream they made.

Once MC calmed down back in the House of Lamentation, they explained the ins and outs of their phobia to Mammon. Of all the things...he didn’t really think of the possibility that humans could be afraid of water.

“Dummy, why didn't you say that before?! Man now I do feel kinda like a scumbag.”

Will become very protective now anytime too much water is involved, sticking by MC’s side constantly. Not like he doesn’t already do this already.

Levi

He first noticed MC acting strange the first time they were in his room, and took strange steps to be as far away from his gigantic fish tank at all times. If they stayed in his room, they would make fervent glances over at it, looking more timid than usual.

He didn’t think much of it, since MC was new and he knew nothing about normal demons much less normal humans. He noted it as quirky and forgot about it...till he tried taking MC to the beach. Their reaction was much more severe, not even getting anywhere near close to the water’s edge, almost being even to afraid to look at the vastness of it.

When MC finally confided in him, he couldn’t help but feel as if this was somehow part of his fault.

“Was it the gigantic sea monster I released?”

“It has nothing to do with you, Levi, I’ve had this fear for a long time.”

Levi loves water, he feels most home at it, he even sleeps in a bathtub for Diavolo’s sake. He’s always secretly waited to share that love with MC. If they’re scared though...he won’t force them.

He’ll compare this to a scenario in a video game, just like MC has not been coded to swim. There will be some sort of barrier for them around water. This helps him understand this a bit easier.

If MC is too uncomfortable to be around his fish tank, whenever he feels like it, he’ll bring his whole setup into their room.

Satan

He made an educated guess that MC had this fear. He may or may not have been able to see some information about them by breaking into Lucifer’s study. Since it wasn’t often that MC came across too much water in the Devildom, he didn’t chalk it up to too big of an issue.

He did however, reread one of his books containing all sorts of different phobias and fears, so he could at least try to be knowledgeable about it.

One particular day, MC came home much too late. Apparently, they had made a point to take a much longer route home, just so they wouldn’t have to come across the dark and deep foreboding pond that was settled on one of the paths home.

He admitted he may have underestimated how much of a problem this actually was.

He’ll give MC all sorts of different routes to take, ones that would do well to avoid any ponds or rivers. It was probably for the best anyway, this was the Devildom after all, and rarely were the waters free of anything that could potentially harm MC.

He doesn’t really like water either, he’s not afraid of it like MC is, but he’ll stay away when he can. He feels more of a connection to MC because of this and will make sure he has a list of activities they both can enjoy together away on dry land.

If he feels like it’s impeding their life, he’ll try to help them overcome it.

Asmo

He was completely unaware until he got invited to a special After-RAD beach party. With MC as his plus-one, he dragged them out to mingle.

MC doesn’t bother wearing a swimsuit, for obvious reasons, but he takes that clue in an entirely different direction. ��Oh are you going to swim au-natural? So bold~”

He’s very in tune the body so he knows how it looks when it’s pleased, and how it looks when it’s distressed.

So at the party he notices that MC’s chest is rising and falling much more than normal. Social jitters? He keeps a careful eye on them while he goes to town on the flirting. When he comes back around to MC, he sees more symptoms, the sweaty palms, the fluttering eyes, and their breathing is much more shallow now.

Once he finds out he doesn’t stop smothering MC with attention. “Why didn’t you tell me dear? It’s okay, we don’t need the beach to have fun, we’ll leave right away, there will plenty of other parties. All the people here are lame anyway.”

He’ll take MC back home to treat them to a spa night, something much more relaxing than that awful party. He’ll massage their shoulders, telling MC how tense they were after being there. “Poor sweet darling.”

MC can have a spa day with Asmo whenever they want, it’s so much more fun than parties, if they were the one he was working on at least.

Don’t worry because MC can be afraid of water all they want, but there are still plenty of ways to get wet~

Beel

He was told much later than he would’ve preferred. Having a phobia like this seemed like something MC would’ve shared with him almost immediately. He only figured it out after they shared it with him after he asked MC to watch him work out.

He wanted to change up his routine a bit, and decided to swim that day in the gym swimming pool. With MC there, he would be able to push himself further under their support.

However, because he was so immersed in his workout, he didn’t realize MC was in the middle of a panic attack. He looked up from the water just in time to watch MC sprint out of the pool area obviously flustered. He followed them immediately, worried it was something he did.

When he found them, they were gasping for air, tears streaking down their face. Beel wasted no time embracing them in a hug, petting their head and telling them to breathe in and out, to focus on his voice.

Once MC could speak, they apologized, briefly explaining their fear to him. Had he known, Beel wouldn’t have even gotten them anywhere near the pool.

He’ll fully support them, whether anyone says that their phobia is rational or not, it’s still something that terrifies them, and he doesn’t want them to feel like that ever, if he can help it.

Belphie

He still doesn’t know a lot about MC, since...you know. He doesn’t expect MC to tell him anything either because...well...

Found it out firsthand when he invited MC out to one of his favorite napping spots. A nice little place apart from the Devildom danger. Under a lovely weeping tree right near a wide river. This spot was perfect since the rapids rushing by canceled out the normal sounds of everyday demon life. Except it didn’t drown out MC’s fear.

He had fallen asleep as soon as they got to their destination, meaning that he left MC alone to their panic. They felt alone, ridiculous, and by the time Belphie opened his eyes to check on them, they were already in a ball, shivering.

The Demon of Sloth had hardly moved so fast to get to their side, giving them his special pillow to squeeze. When MC told him about it in choppy words, he let out a long sigh. He felt dumb.

“Let’s get you home then, you look exhausted.” Those were the only words he said, but he made up for it in his actions. He never once let go of them on their walk back to the House of Lamentation. He let them sleep in his bed since it was state of the art, he claimed.

MC never did discover that after they fell asleep, Belphie headed straight to Lucifer to chew him out for not telling him. Lucifer knew practically everything about MC, save for what Diavolo wouldn’t share. After he had said his piece, he went back to his shared bedroom to cuddle with them, making sure they were okay before he fell asleep this time.

Gee, he hates how MC keeps him restless.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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yukiobeyme · 5 years ago

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Demons and their Love Languages

I talked about doing this a while ago and finally got around to it. This is tbh just me self-indulging to keep me motivated to write. I am loving all my current requests, though I am doing them out of order based on if I find it hits inspiration with in. ALSO some of y’all want me to hurt and hurt you, and trust me I can and will try and make you cry and hit you in the feels.

Lucifer:

Acts of Service, while he doesn’t like to share his workload not knowing if you could meet the standards and expectation needed. But the face you are willing to let him know, constantly, that you are willing to help him, to lighten his load. While he usually doesn’t let you help with work, you find other ways; bringing him food or coffee to help him through his late night. Or how you go out of your way to do extra chores and pick up things he needs when you go out. While he might never say it out loud, he loves it, it makes his heart soar

Mammon:

Surprising or maybe not, Mammon knows his partner loves him when they spend Quality Time together. While he also knows his partner loves him through Physical Touch as well. He was his lover to have uninterrupted focused conversations and one on one time away from his brothers. Most of the Quality Time is spent cuddling or talking about his schemes, which is why he loves physicals touch too. The best way to make Mammon happy is to create special moments with him, take small walks or doing small things with him. Joining him on his cooking days are also his favorite, dancing around the kitchen and cooking with each other.

Leviathan:

Leviathan’s love language is Words of Affirmations, being an otaku and hikikomori he loves being reassured that you love him, you adore listening to his rants and indulge him in trying to understand him and attempt to play games with him no matter how much you suck at it. He gets flustered when you tell him that you love how he smells, complimenting his looks, or when you express that you are so happy and blessed, he chose you.

Satan:

Physical Touch, while he isn’t the Avatar of Envy, he gets jealous and angry very easily when other demons and his brothers claim too much of your attention. When you give him physical touch it reassures him, that you only have eyes for him. He also loves it when you give him Words of Affirmation, while you touch him. Telling him you only have eyes for him and the only one you want to touch and have intimate moments with. The smallest amount of touching makes him happy for the rest of the day. He loves it when you read together, you let your shoulders touch, or you reach out to hold his hand. When you watch his dramas together, he loves it when you curl up against him.

Asmodeus:

Receiving Gifts, while he is the Avatar of Lust and Physical Touch makes sense, but he loves receiving gifts more. The main reason is he physical touch everyone, so it loses it meaning to him. He thinks it a great way to show love and passion, but it isn’t his preferred way. It shows your thoughtfulness to make him your priority. He loves going all out for special occasions and when you express gratitude when you receive a gift from him.

(His favorite gift though is when you give yourself to him, whether it is in a sexual way or not)

Beelzebub:

Acts of Service or Quality time, especially when it revolves around food. Whether it is spending time cooking together, trying new food, when you make him foods or ask if he wants anything. Though he also loves moments when you seek him out to spend time together, even if it’s attending his gym sessions; if you join him or not is up to you. He is willing to teach you some self defense and how to throw a punch, in case you need while you are in Devildom and he is around to protect you. He also likes when you ask him if he needs help with school work, he will always say yes because he can spend time with you as well as it helps him get through schoolwork.

Belphegor:

Physical Touch, there is nothing Belphegor loves more than being able to cuddle you when he takes a nap with you. He loves when you run your fingers through his hair and whenever you see him at school that you tend you to brush your shoulders together, run you hand across his back when you walk behind him, or simply touching his hand. Whenever he is stressed, you up how much you touch him. It seems to help melt the tension out of his shoulders and always makes him take a deep breath. Whenever you touch him, he becomes more alert and gives you a soft smile.

Diavolo:

It’s a tie between Quality Time and Physical Touch. You are a human and he rarely goes to Earth. So, he loves spending time with you and learning about you. He loves to walk around RAD or Devildom with you, showing you off, but also giving you his complete undivided attention. He is never distracted by other demons that try to claim his attention. He also loves touching you, your skin is soft and intoxicating to him. He loves learning how you react to different touches and how you (or humans in general) show love through touches. He adores the smallest of touches and yearns for when you will have time to spend together and exchange soft touches.

#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #diavolo obey me #yuki writes #Yuki Writes!

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twofootedbones · 4 years ago

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Rose Colored Shades

Summary: There was once a moment where Latula knew who Cronus was, but when you’re wearing rose colored glasses, every flag is just a flag.

A look through Latula’s eyes and her view of was had happened between her, Cronus, and Mituna that made them break farther apart than she would have ever liked.

You know those stories, those ones where they always start with the “just us three against the world?” Well that’s how this one starts. It was just me and my boys, my two goofballs that I loved with my whole bloodpusher. My matesprit Mituna Captor and my considering morail Cronus Ampora. The days we spent together were always perfect, it didn’t matter if we got a skate trick wrong, got chased away for loitering, or just couldn’t get past this one level in some dumb video game we picked up from the discount bin. We were the perfect Kingdom Bloodpushers trio! One epic heroine and her two boy sidekicks.

Then we started the game. Me and ‘Tuna saw it as the perfect challenge and we dragged poor ol’ Cro along with us. It didn’t take long for a lot of things to go sour though. Everyone started screaming and punching, pretty sure half of the screaming was Kankri’s fault but it was chaos nonetheless. We all went from one radical kickass group into a clusterfuck of horrible words and totally not rad violence. No one listened to each other and everyone tried to be the leader. Many of us actually broke away from the group to do things our own way. Blame is on teenage angst.

Then it happened. I wasn’t around to see it and I beat myself up about it every single day. The only one to see it was that stupid mime and he barely showed an ounce of pitty in those cursed eyes. Just bringing the body to us, plopping him on the ground, and walking away like he didn’t just deliver us the most horrific thing we had ever seen. No one knew how to act at this point, we stood there just staring at him. The Tuna I once knew was gone, none of us knew how to help him, he laid there on the ground just shaking and crying. He was covered in his own

The cursor flashed on the screen, waiting for the next words to be written. Latula leaned back in her desk chair, wiping the sudden tears away from her face ultimately ruining the minimal mascara she had put on just hours before. This was going to take a while. She didn’t know why she was trying to write something like this, Aranea claimed that writing gave “feels closure” whatever that meant. Just a few feet away sat lil Mituna. Well he wasn’t that little as he towered over her by a solid foot, but he was her little honey bee. He was starfishing in the bean bag chair as he idly chewed on a necklace he found somewhere in his hive. His hair was held out of his face by one of Latula’s scrunchies and he sat in just a pair of gym shorts, the fern leaf-like scars that danced across his body being revealed. He hated it when the others saw them, she was the only exception. She was allowed to gaze upon and touch the flowing scars. It was as if his veins had been dyed faint shades of red and blue.

He had yet to notice her eyes on him and continued to just stare off at the wall, not even paying mind to the show that was playing on the TV. Latula took a deep breath and turned back to the document.The same blinking cursor ready for her to continue.

When he woke up he wasn’t the same, or so I was convinced. When his eyes finally opened, they weren’t the same red and blue slushie color I was so used to seeing. They were completely void of his colors, a black and white that he carried with him to the dream bubbles. He was afraid and confused and he didn’t recognize any of us. He tried to run from all of us whenever he was awake, but all he gained from that was agitating all the harsh electrical burns he had. I was starting to grow sick of yellow being smeared all over the room. The day ‘Tuna first woke was the same day I saw Cronus Ampora genuinely cry for the last time. He stopped coming to visit Mituna shortly after, claiming that everything that came out of his mouth was wrong even though all that really came out was screams of fear. The last time he visited he lashed out at him, it wasn’t much just a shout of the words “shut up” before he ran out of the room. I was willing to push that aside back then, I was at my wits end too. We thought that my matesprit and his best friend was gone. We both believed that our trio was soon going to be a duo. Cronus couldn’t bear to see his friend like this anymore, leaving me alone to take care of him.

It didn’t take long for Tuna to start using words again. Guaranteed they were in the wrong order, but they were words. He stopped screaming at everyone and he stopped trying to run away from all of us. But he would still pick at his scabs and burns.

One day he asked me what my name was for the ten-thousandth time. Except instead of repeating it back to me or forgetting it immediately, this dork said and I quote: “That’s pretty, like you!”

At that moment I swear I was falling in love with him twice over. Every time I would come into the block we kept him in he would call me pretty. He eventually started calling me by my name, but for months he would always ask for me by calling me “the pretty lady”

Not even a sweep passed before we were all done for. Our game failed and now here we are living forever in the dream bubbles. Totally not a rad ending I kn

A crash interrupted her typing, she quickly turned around only to see that Mituna was no longer in the block with her. “Tuna?” she called out. A faint mumble came before she heard the boy in question reply from the nutrition block. “I DIDN’T BREAK ANYTHING,” was all he screamed. Latula had long gotten used to his lack of volume control. “It was plas- pl- not glass!” he followed in a completely different tone. “Are you sure you don’t need help bee?” she got up out of her chair and started walking towards the block. Standing in the center of a tupperware war-zone stood Mituna Captor and his perfectly poured cup of orange juice. “Hi,” he said with the largest smile plastered onto his face. Latula’s smile came slowly before she was just flat out wheezing at the scene before her, Mituna joined his cackling laugh mixing with hers. The Captor stopped to take a sip of the juice before kicking around at the tupperware. They couldn’t have anything glass in the hive because of this and the glass they do have is hidden in the lowest cabinets where this gentle giant doesn’t think to look.

“What happened?”

Mituna pointed up towards the cabinet. “I put the-them away lasst,” he admitted. The boy’s version of putting away the dishes is to stack up a disaster that will ultimately topple over the second someone would open the door. He put his cup down on the counter and started to clean up the mess. Latula joined him. This wasn’t anything really that new, he would always set up the dishes this way in Cronus’ hive whenever they would visit, just to watch the seadweller open the door to be pelted by this psionic’s genius pranks. Now it’s become a normal schedule to never open the cabinet door fully. Kankri has told them that Cronus still does that as a habit, having to watch the seadweller cringe before opening anything every time he goes over there to lecture him. Meenah has even just told Cronus to remove the door if he’s going to keep complaining about it

After fixing the nutrition block back up and settling Tuna back into his spot, this time with juice and a movie he would actually kind of focus on, Latula returned to her husktop, spamming the space bar to wake it back up.

Ya know, when you look at the world through rose colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags. Things started to get worse and worse with Cronus the more ‘Tuna recovered. Cronus just couldn’t see the friend he once knew anymore but that gives him no right to treat him the way he did and still does. The day we started to completely cut off all contact with Cronus was the day he actually hit Mituna in front of me. Me and ‘Tuna were just out skating, trying to find the best place to try some basic tricks when we came across Cro’. We took a short break to talk to him for a bit, I should’ve noticed this so much sooner but Mituna was extremely uncomfortable being around him. It’s my fault for not hearing it in his words. Cronus continued to speak some kind of friendship nonsense and wrapped his arm around my bee’s shoulder. ‘Tuna tensed up and shoved the guy away, hard. Cronus looked at him shocked just standing there. Then the bastard said something I will never forget. “I should’ve fucking culled you after we found your broken sorry-ass,”

Then he reeled back and punched ‘Tuna square in the face. The visor on that helmet cracked and shattered. They started to brawl. Mituna pulled off his helmet to throw it right at Cronus’ chest and managed to pick up his skateboard to slam it into the dude’s side. I grabbed onto ‘Tuna and got out of there ASAP, the poor boy continuing to scream, swear and shout jumbled words all the way until we got back to my hive. I don’t know what happened to the beaten fucker in the dirt, but he could just sit there and wallow for all I care.

I blocked Cronus on every single platform we shared that night, went into ‘Tuna’s accounts and did the same. While he doesn’t use any of his accounts any more they are important to me and I wouldn’t want that asshole touching any of it. Each and every post being a museum of what Mituna Captor once was and continues to be.

There have been more times where the two of them have gotten into fights, usually times where I’m not around. I try my best to stay by his side and keep him away, but I can’t coddle him. I refuse to baby my baby. There’s-

A sudden weight on her shoulders interrupted her writing. “Whatcha writing, Tulip?” her boy said in a sing-song voice. She lifted her arms up to grab onto the ones around her. “Oh, nothing too important,” she tilted her head up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Mituna giggled and rubbed his face in her hair. She laughed, pushing the arms off her and getting up. “Wanna watch another movie? I’ll watch with you this time,” she asked, hugging him close. She felt those same awkward lanky arms wrap around her. “Nah, let’ss play Trollio Kart,” he said.

“Flushed for you,”

“Flushshed for you tooo,”

#homestuck #mituna captor #latula pyrope #mitula #latuna #dancestors #homestuck fanfic #hs mituna #hs latula

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3rdgymbros · 5 years ago

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BEELZEBUB OBEY ME

beelzebub x mc ( samantha )

a short drabble in which mc loses it when another demon gets rough with beel

Beel’s games never fail to set her already raw nerves even more on edge. High on adrenaline, everyone moves with a frantic, reckless abandon, caught up in the frenzy of cheering and screaming as the game reaches its fever peak. Red-faced players sprint along the court, passing the ball back and forth, their hands joined overhead. Cheerleaders dance on the sidelines, their eyes fixed on the sweat-soaked players on the field. Voices ricochet across the gym, making it seem like hundreds of people are there.

Samantha hangs back from the crowd, careful not to attract too much attention to herself. She isn’t particularly keen on being a demon’s next meal, and Lucifer’s warning still rings out in her head, clear as day.

A whistle blows, signaling the game’s end.

Samantha’s attention is otherwise occupied, tapping away endlessly on her DDD, but a quick glance to the scoreboard tells her that it’s RAD’s win. Tucking her phone away into her jacket pocket, she picks out Beel’s auburn hair standing out from the whirling mob.

He towers heads above everyone else, and he’s always been oddly attuned to her, so when he feels the weight of a brown-eyed gaze upon his back, Beel immediately looks up. He’s still smiling sunnily at her when another demon deliberately ploughs into him, unsatisfied with the outcome of the match.

“You cheated!”

And just like that, the crowd falls silent, the crush of bodies parting to give Beel a wide berth.

Just as Beel is attuned to her needs, she’s just as attuned to his; and, though normally timid, Samantha doesn’t hesitate to summon all her courage and yell, “Stop!”

The demon only spares her one cold, dismissive glance, the endless tirade of expletives falling out of his mouth like rain. The effort renders her limbs trembling, frail in the face of adversity like the fragile stalk of a flower, battered about by a strong wind. Samantha doesn’t ever wish to speak again, as the weight of the stares lie heavily on her shoulders.

But now, the fear, the uncertainty, all of it is giving way to an entirely new feeling altogether. Fresh anger trickles through her veins like water from thawing ice.

And when the other demon reaches out to shove roughly at Beel –

She lets her anger overtake her.

And it feels good.

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red-pill-blue-pill · 5 years ago

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Talk to me. Keanu reeves.

A/N: This is my first request ever (for @celestiaelisia) and I hope it meets the standards 💖

Word Count: 3337 (more or less I've edited this like a thousand times dude)

Summary: You work as assistant director in the John Wick 3 set and everything is quite shitty in your personal life.

Warnings: Body shaming (your coworkers shame you because of your weight so if it’s triggering for you please don’t risk it. You are all beautiful no matter what.), angsty angst.

Sunset Boulevard was crowded with tourists, as always. You walked fast, making your way through, you had no time to waste. You needed a new job. You had moved to LA a year ago. The relationship with your parents was hanging by a thread. You were a reckless teenager often getting yourself into trouble. Everything started when you stuck up for yourself in high school, people blamed you for the fights that happened and the director had to call your parents every other week. That's when you started skipping school, staying late out and fighting endlessly with you mother. The only support you had was your older sister. She had always been by your side in every tough situation. You came to her to seek comfort, to joke around, to cry your eyes out. She was everything to you, the only thing that prevented you from leaving. One day the situation got out of hands and you just had to run away. Your first option was LA, the city of dreams, or so people said. You'd wanted to be a movie director since you were a little girl. In high school your highest grades were the photography and audiovisuals ones, it was a vocation. When you arrived you rented a room in a small apartment with two other girls and looked for a job in the film industry, soon losing your hopes as it was a lot harder than it seemed and sticking to waitressing while looking longingly at the hollywood sign instead.

You had just been fired from your latest job. You were waitressing in a cheap dinner down town. Greasy food, watered down coffee and terrible tips. But life kept on going and rent wasn't going to pay itself so you had to keep on looking for another job. Looking online you found an opening as assistant director for the third John Wick movie. You experience in the field wasn't impressive so you didn't think much of it besides applying and keep giving out resumes at restaurants and dinners. Deep, deep down you still had a little gleam of hope that told you they would call you. Surprisingly, they did call, and the first thing you did was phone your sister. When you told her she got even more excited than you, she had always believed in you and even though this was just a little step she knew it was the beggining of a succesful career.

The filming had started a couple of weeks ago. Being in New York felt pretty rad. You walked effortlessly around the set, giving out the day's scripts, delivering clothes door to door, bringin everyone their cup of coffee... it almost seemed like you floated around. No one knew how you managed to do all of that by yourself. Sure you had some coworkers with the exact same work as you but they would rather spend their time sitting around doing nothing. Truth is you loved this job. You loved having the opportunity to meet actors and actresses, learning about directing and producing films and keeping your mind busy. You always carried around a little notepad to write down all the tips the director and the producers gave you. Your coworkers saw you as the ass-licker assistant and considering how people praised you for your good work, their hatred for you grew and grew each time someone complimented you. At first, you didn't care, you knew you had been working hard and that you deserved to be recognized for that. However, when the first insult came you knew it was going to be be harder than you thought.

"Hey fattie, why don't you bring me a coffee." one of your coworkers said as you were about to exit the trailer the director had assigned for all of you to take your work breaks in. You turned around to look at him, shocked by the words that had left his mouth. Your cheeks turned a bright red color and the other colleage sitting next to him stiffled a laugh. You were trying to process what had just happened, memories of high school came rushing to your mind like a shit tornado. This was too familiar. Sure, you were overweight but after all the bullying you had endured as a teen you finally thought of yourself as an intelligent, beautiful and sweet individual. You knew your weight didn't define you and you certainly didn't care about what others thought of you. However, hearing that "nickname" again made it all come back: the insecurity, the shame. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out, your brain replaying in loop how your classmates yelled insults towards you in the halls and how the girls teased you in gym class. Your eyes watered and you rushed out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you and trying to get away as fast as possible. You ran between the trailers, in search of yours. You picked up your phone to give a quick call to your sister, to ask for advice. You let it beep a few times, her answering machine spoke and told you to leave a message. "Hi sis, I was just calling to get some advice. It's been a couple of days since we last talked, hope you're okay. Give me a call." You hung up and kept walking fast.

“y/n!”

You cursed under your breath as you heard that familiar voice calling you. You dried the few tears that had escaped with the back of your hand and put on the fakest smile you could, hoping he wouldn’t knotice your flustered face. You turned around and waved as you saw him approach you “Hey Keanu!”

He tried to steady his short breaths “Wow you almost outran me there.” he chuckled.

“Well, be careful grandpa.” you said holding back a laugh. He looked at you with eyes wide open as he laughed hard.

“You offended me with that one I must say.” He stared at you with a playful grin and you felt your heart pound in your chest.

He was wearing his John Wick suit and a few fake cuts on his face and the only think you could think of was how good he would look without that suit. Yes, maybe you had a little crush on him. Of course you did, who could resist him? After a couple of weeks of shooting you two had gotten pretty close. He was such a sweet man, he always listened to everything you had to say and he was really fun to be around. You just wished he would ask you on a date and hold your hand and kiss you. His voice got you out of your little daydream. “Anyways, I came to ask if you wanted to grab something to eat after work.” Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. “Sure!” you said trying to play it cool.

Weeks passed by and the mean comments just got worse and worse. "Disgusting" "Why don't you go to the gym fattie" "That shirt looks too tight on you we can see your rolls." No one on set knew and you planned to keep it that way. The shame was already unbearable and if everyone found out it was going to be even worse. Your self steem was slowly dissolving, leaving you feeling like an empty carcass, a shadow of the person you used to be. Outside you were still the same, no one noticed something was wrong, but inside you were an anxious mess. You feared everytime you had to walk on set, everytime you had to go out. You felt everyone's eyes on you, where you once had seen admiration you saw judgemental stares that burned on your skin. You started declining Keanu's invitations to go out to eat, coming up with shitty excuses you knew he didn't buy. You isolated yourself instead, crying you eyes out in your trailer, wishing to hug your sister and get that comfort you so desperately needed. She hadn't returned any of your calls and it all was adding to your anxiety. Was she alright? Had your parents finally convinced her to stop talking to you? On top of that you were messing up the friendship you had managed to build with Keanu. How could a girl like you be so delusional as to fall for a man like him. He would never see you as anything more than a good friend, if you were still friends that is. You were pushing him away, just as you always did. It hurt like hell. Tears started flowing again, harder this time. You were sure people walking by outside could hear you sobbing but you didn't care.

Keanu walked by your trailer to get to his and he stopped in his tracks when he heard you sobbing. He was starting to worry about you. He didn't know if you were trying to avoid him because you wanted to end your friendship or if there was something wrong in your personal life. Either way he wanted to find out. He enjoyed spending time with you, he always had fun when you were around. He thought of you as a bright, fun and beautiful woman who didn't give a fuck about what others thought of her. Your strength and sense of righteousness were the things he loved the most about you. The way you stuck up for what you believed in was admirable. That bright and cheerful side of you was already fading and he had noticed from the first moment. Keanu wasn't the type to intrude in someone's personal matters but when he heard you crying he knew he had to do something, he just had to think the best way to approach you.

The next day went by as always. You made small talk with the crew, talked to the director and producer to write down some notes about what they told you, and tried to avoid Keanu as much you could. You had caught him staring a couple of times and you just waved as you walked away. Fast. You knew he could sense something was off and you feared what would happen if he found out. "Maybe he'll join them. Or maybe he'll just laugh at you for being so fucking weak." Your mind whispered as your eyes welled up with tears.

Your trailer door closing behind your was the sweetest sound to you. It meant you were safe from the outside world, no one could mess with you in your safe space. Unless...

Your phone started ringing, breaking the silence of your small house. You ran to pick it up thinking it your be your sister but instead a male voice spoke.

"Hello. Are you y/n y/l/n?"

"Yes. And who are you?" You said, your heart rate rising up dangerously.

"I'm you sister's husband." Silence took over the phone line. He was waiting for some kind of reaction that never came, so he spoke again, sniffling lightly. "Its all happened so fast. One day she was fine and the next one she had to be hospitalized and when you didn't come I assumed your parents didn't even call you-" he rushed his words.

Your breath hitched and your head suddenly felt light "What?" You mumbled

"She passed away last week. Today was her funeral. I'm so sorry."

The phone fell to the floor. Suddenly everything felt like it was spinning in circles. Your heart threatened to come out your mouth and the tightness in your throat made it difficult to breathe. You fell to your knees with a loud thump. You opened your mouth to take a deep breath but a scream came out instead. A raw pained scream that tore apart your insides.

Keanu was smoking a cigarette outside his trailer. The weather was good considering it was winter and if he smoked inside the smell lingered on the bed sheets which he actually found pretty nasty if he thought about it. He was staring at New York's lightning, his thoughts lost in y/n, thinking about her behaviour. He blew the smoke and watched as it mingled with his condensating breath and danced in the cold air. The night was silent which was something strange in New York City, it felt almost peaceful. He finished the cigarette and walked to a nearby trash to throw away the butt. A pained scream cut the silence and echoed in the trailer zone. Then silence. Then another one followed. He turned around and started running towards where he thought it came. His heart was pounding in his ribcage, fearing the worst thing. He could tell who was the source, he would’ve known from a thousand miles away.

He busted the door open and found you there, sitting on the floor with your arms wrapped around yourself as you screamed all your pain away.

“y/n!” he kneeled on the floor next to you and hugged you tight. “What happened?” he said over your screams, worry obvious in his voice. He rocked you back and forth while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, trying to get you to calm down so you could talk to him. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to stop screaming, turning into a crying mess as you slowly wrapped your head around that phone call.

“My sister.” you said sobbing into his chest as he rubbed circles on your back. “she passed away.” as you let out those words total realization hit you and the tears started flowing faster.

“I’m so sorry, love.” Keanu planted a kiss on your hair as he let you cry a little more.

When you managed to calm down -or maybe when you ran out of tears to spill- you took deep breaths and Keanu’s voice flooded your ears

“Are you hungry?” you shook your head no and he just sighed “Okay. I’m gonna grab some stuff from my trailer to spend the night here. I’ll be back.”

You moved off his lap and he stood up. “Keanu” you spoke, you voice sore and broken “It’s okay, really, you don’t have to stay.” god, you were a terrible liar.

He smiled sweetly from the doorway “I know i don’t have to, I want to. Now wait for me, it shouldn’t take longer than five minutes.” When he closed the door you let out a shaky breath and pinched the bridge of your nose.

He was right, he was back five minutes later with a bag full of food, a pile of blankets and some movies to watch on your laptop. He was an actual angel. He put everything down and sat next to you on the small couch, staring silently at you. You gave him a questioning look.

“I know you don’t want to but I need you to talk to me. Open yourself up. I know something’s wrong.” he reached out to hold your hand. “Okay.” you took a few seconds to prepare yourself.

“Since I started working here my coworkers had been shaming me because of...” you used the hand that keanu wasn’t holding to gesture to your body. He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. Anyways, it’s affecting me a lot, that's why I avoided you, I didn’t want to make you feel embarrassed." He sighed relieved now that he knew you didn’t want to end their friendship but it hurt to think you really believed he was embarrassed of you.

“And then there’s my sister.” you choked on your words and Keanu knew not to push it. He hugged you again.

“Who’s shaming you?” he said against your hair. His voice had turned serious, a kind of seriousness you’d never heard from him, it was almost scary.

“No Keanu, there’s only a couple of weeks left I can deal with it.”

“Tell me.” he pulled away to look into your eyes, his gaze so intense you felt he was looking right into your soul.

“The other assistant directors.”

“Okay. I’ll take care. Are you sure you’re okay?” he checked once again.

You nodded. It wasn’t entirely true. You just didn’t feel anything at all. Pain had been replaced by nothingness and the void in your chest was even more consuming than the anxiety.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

You raised an eyebrow and he quickly corrected himself. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” his cheeks turned rosy and he thanked god for the dimly lit room. “A shower usually helps me relax a little.”

“Yeah I guess I could use a good shower and fresh clothes.” You stood up and walked to the small wardrobe, picking your pijamas and fresh underwear.

“Will you be okay?” Keanu asked from the sofa as you were about to close the door. The white light from the bathroom shone on half of your face and for a first time he could take a good look at your red puffy eyes and flustered cheeks. His heart broke at the sight. He still thought you were beautiful, your plump cheeks screamed for him to kiss them and he had to resist the urge to just run to you and do it.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call you if I need something.” you said smiling weakly at him.

You opened the door, steam flooded the small living-room, the scent of your shampoo invading the space. You stepped out of the bathroom, your hair still wet and your hairbrush in your hand. The wet trails of your tears got lost between the droplets of water that still lingered in your eyelashes.

“C’mere” He said opening his legs and motioning you to sit down on the floor between them. He took your brush and started gently brushing your wet hair. He untangled the loose knots on your hair, the feeling of his hands caressing it making you hum with delight. This was by far the best moment of your day, maybe even the best moment of the week.

The brushing stopped too soon for your liking and his hands dropped to your shoulders, massaging softly. “Do you want to watch a film or eat something?” His voice was soft, as if he was scared to startle you, and it felt velvety in your ears making your eyelids feel heavier than they did before.

“Can we just go to bed?” that was the only thing you really wanted to do, leave this day behind as fast as posible. He nodded softly standing up and offering you a hand. You took it and stood up too, leading the way to the bed in the back of the trailer. You lied down with Keanu next to you. His fingers intertwined with yours as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

“y/n” he whispered into the dark. You hummed in response. “I don’t know if I’m overstepping here but you’re beautiful.” you felt your face heat up at the comment. “What I want to say is, your weight doesn’t define you and you are one of the most cheerful, bright and amazing people I’ve ever met. Don't anyone tell yoy otherwise.” He raised his hand still intertwined with yours and kissed your skin softly.

You felt a tear slid down you face. “Hug me. Please.” You turned your back to him and he spooned you. His arm was around your waist and his face was in the crook of your neck. His beard tickled you and his breathing was hot on your skin, his lips kissing your neck every couple of minutes.

“I would never be embarrassed of you, if anything, I'll cherish and adore you every day of my life.” he mumbled against your skin. You didn’t know what to say so you put your hand over the one he was resting on your belly and gave it a little squeeze. “Tomorrow will be another day.”

He was right. The thought of getting up tomorrow was dreadful to you but you had to push through, for yourself, for your sister, and that, with Keanu by your side, seemed a little easier.

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superman86to99 · 5 years ago

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Superman 1993 Annuals

A bunch of aliens who look like bodybuilder xenomorphs come to earth to feast on our delicious spinal fluids. What they don't know is that, for some reason, some of the people whose spines they suck up gain superpowers instead of dying. That's the premise of Bloodlines, the crossover running through DC's 1993 annuals, like Eclipso: The Darkness Within did the year before. Also like Eclipso, most of these are kinda lame. The Superman annuals are probably the most (only?) noteworthy ones because they at least feature the four Supermen from “Reign”, so they’re technically also part of a far better storyline.

First up is Man of Steel Annual #2, in which Steel's gym buddy, an 18-year-old named Tom, becomes one of the first victims of the spine-sucking aliens. Tom ends up among a pile of corpses the aliens hide in the sewers. When some Underworlders stumble upon the bodies, they witness Tom waking up transformed into a guy who can shoot shards of glass from every part of his body. After their obligatory fight scene, Steel and Tom team up against one of the aliens, and Tom's little brother names him "EDGE". Totally rad name!

Then comes Superman Annual #5, the most interesting of the bunch because it actually features a character we've seen before: Sasha Green, the personal trainer Lex Luthor Jr. killed on a whim soon after Superman's death, because who's gonna stop him now, Gangbuster? Her body ends up in a landfill, where the trashiest of the spine-sucking aliens feeds on it. Murdered in a locker room, tossed in the trash, molested by an alien, appearing in a Bloodlines annual... is there no end to the indignities they'll put this poor woman through?

Anyway, Sasha comes back as a being called Myriad who can absorb other people's identities and control them. Lex is worried she's gonna rat him out so he tries to re-kill her, but she ends up faking her death in a helicopter crash and escapes, free to get her revenge one day! Yeah, you and Dr. Stratos.

Next, Action Comics Annual #5 follows a disabled, suicidal police detective (a "loose cannon") who is assigned by Inspector Maggie Sawyer to investigate those piles of dead homeless people that have been turning up everywhere lately. While doing that, he gets lured into an alley by a sexy alien and jumped from behind by her friend. He awakes transformed into a giant blue Fabio who turns purple or red depending on how he's feeling. Again, he gets into a tussle with one of the Supermen (the Last Son of Krypton, in this case) and again, they eventually join forces to fight the aliens and end up as the best of buds.

Finally, Adventures of Superman Annual #5 is about a teen girl named D.C. and her uncle, a werewolf, who come to Metropolis because she WANTS to get bitten by the aliens so it'll activate her metahuman gene. Meanwhile, Inspector Maggie asks Superboy (who's still recovering from a freaking missile blowing up on his face) to look into the whole alien murders thing, because she’s a little short on staff. The Kid fails to prevent D.C. from getting attacked, but it's okay, because she comes back as an electric-powered being called Sparx. Also, unlike the other new characters, she immediately hits it off with her Superman.

Character-Watch:

Something I just realized about Sparx: she can turn into a being made of electricity and was co-created by Karl Kesel, who is also the one who said “Hey, why don’t we make it so Superman can turn into a being made of electricity?” some years later. The good thing about creating an obscure character is you can recycle the idea later and no one will notice.

Anyway, Sparx went on to appear in the Bloodlines spin-off series Blood Pack and Kesel's Superboy and the Ravers, while Loose Cannon had his own solo miniseries. Both had the honor of appearing in crowd scenes during various Crises, even during the present century! Sasha/Myriad had a couple of minor appearances I'll cover in the future, and... I already forgot about the other guy. Jim-Jam? Barfloom? No one cares about him.

Plotline-Watch:

Fun fact: The "Death and Return of Superman" collections didn't bother including these annuals until recently, when DC was like "Hmm, what can we add to make people buy this again?" and remembered they existed.

Continuity wise, the most important event in these annuals is when Superboy goes into the Ace O'Clubs and meets not just Bibbo, but Krypto, his future pet. The encounter is short lived, though, because Bibbo takes underage drinking laws very seriously.

Creator-Watch: The Superman annual was penciled by David Lapham, who would later create the indie series Stray Bullets, while the Action one is written by Jeph Loeb, one of the scabs who took away the Super-Squad’s jobs in 2000. Boo! Boo!

The Last Son doesn't just learn about friendship in his annual, he also gets a little romance when the sexy alien (who looks exactly like Maxima) kisses him. Lots more kissing in these annuals than I remembered.

Commissioner Henderson doesn't trust the Cyborg at the start of the Superman annual, even suggesting he might be responsible for that pile of corpses in the sewers (Cyborg's like "Kill people? Moi?"). Great police instincts! Or not, since Cyborg earns his trust by the end. No kissing this time, though.

Superboy is worried about Maggie looking at his junk while he changes, and later tries to ask her out. Barking at the wrong tree, kid. (Maggie’s girlfriend, Daily Star reporter Toby Raines, plays a big role in that story.)

The most unbelievable part of these annuals is the fact that Steel's tarot reader pal, who seemed to be full of shit in Man of Steel #22 (she said John Henry had Superman's ghost living inside him), actually gets something right this time: she senses that something will happen to Steel’s friend before he gets attacked by the alien. Maybe the aliens attacked her off-panel too and gave her real psychic powers?

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nyxdelanuit · 5 years ago

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A Dream In Red Ch3

A03

Kirishima’s arm felt tense under your hand. The two of you joined the remainder of the students in the middle of the gym and you reluctantly released his arm. Wait, reluctantly? You chided yourself, you had just met him and even though his toned arm felt nice under your fingers, you really- wait. You were doing it again. A swift shake of your head banished your current thoughts. Luckily, Kirishima stood quietly beside you, still seemingly frozen of embarrassment

Fatgum had followed momentarily, greeting the class with a below.

“Welcome to Stamina Training! As most of you already know, I’m Fatgum, the BMI Hero! MY quirk depends on me conserving my stamina and converting any energy stored into attacks. If I use too much energy, my body will revert to my smaller form, and my quirk becomes near useless. That’s why I have been chosen to help all of you figure out how to use your quirks efficiently! Today is going to be more of a laid back day, at least for me! I want all of you to pair off in teams of two and spar using your quirks. I will walk around and speak to you one on one about your quirks as the class goes on. And break!” Fatgum shooed the class away.

“So Y/N! Wanna wo-” Kirishima had turned to talk to you before a sharp man interjected himself between the two of you.

“Kirishima, you didn’t tell me you met such a cutie! What’s your name? I’m Testutestu Tetsutetsu! Why don’t we spar together? I’d spar with Kirishima, but our quirks are too similar.” The silver-haired man started to guide you away from Kirishima as he talked. You peered over your shoulder to catch Kirishima’s eye. He shrugged abashedly and mouthed ‘sorry’ at your retreating form. You shook your head with a chuckle before focusing on the blabbering man beside you.

“I’m F/N L/N!” You interrupted Tetsutetsu with a smile. “So what’s your quirk then? I didn’t quite get to ask Kirishima.” His eyes lit up as a metallic sheen overtook his skin. “I can quite literally steel my skin!” He cheered. As he tried to show off his quirk, your eyes roamed again to the redhead across the gym. He had paired up with a taller boy, and by the way they were interacting, it looked like they had known each other before. The sight made you miss Inasa, but Tetsutetsu interrupted your nostalgic thoughts.

“So what’s your quirk?” he excitedly peered at you, his face a little to close for your liking.

“Oh, I can make things with my mind and, um, I can kinda sense emotions and some thoughts if I try.” You were a bit nervous about disclosing this part of your quirk, as some people in your past had considered it intrusive.

“THAT’S SO RAD!” he cheered. His metal skin overtook his body and he slid seamlessly into a fighting pose. “Let’s do this!” With little preparation, the silver boy rushed towards you.

You knew you couldn’t let him get close, and you felt a fuzzy length against your hand. In your mentorship, you had worked tirelessly on calling specific weapons to you without much thought. One of your favorites, the lance, had begun to materialize for you. With a sharp thought, the lance became heavy in your hands, and the blade narrowed to a razor’s edge.

Tetsutetsu seemed to pause for a moment in surprise as he watched. Then with a sharp grin, he continued forward, determined. His skin met your lance with a shower of sparks. Despite your tireless training with the weapon, it soon became clear that your lance alone would not be enough to pierce his skin. After your last parry, you focused your energy behind Tetsutetsu, forming a war hammer to materialize behind him. The hammer’s head fell in an arc behind him, as if the handle was held by an invisible hand. It struck his back with a thundering clang, forcing Tetsutetsu to his knees in front of you. You charged in with your lance, but his arm still deflected your blow. Frustrated, you focused your will to all the heavy weapons you had learned to call, forming them one by one in an arc around Tetsutetsu. With a rapid succession of hits, Tetsutetsu’s metal started to chip. You cheered internally at the sight, maybe you would win this?

Then Tetsutetsu had started grabbing at the weapons, and with your cheerfulness distracting your focus, the weapons started to dissipate one by one. With a heavy thump, you were thrown to the ground on your side, Tetsutetsu had you pinned quickly, with a knee between your shoulder blades.

“That was something else Y/N! Way cool!” He cheered above you. You wheezed out your thanks, and Tetsutetsu quickly removed his weight from your torso, helping you up. As you stood and regained your breath, you felt a welcome breeze flow through your hair, and you turned to see Kirishima hardened and taking blows from the tall boy. At least you assumed that’s who the blur around him was. The boy was moving so quickly that your eyes struggled to keep up with the flurry of hits landing on Kirishima. You wondered how Kirishima could keep the wide smile he had after so many hits in such a quick rhythm. Kirishima suddenly struck out, sending the quick boy skidding back, and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Y/N! Get on over here so we can see how to train ya.” Fatgum called to you from a table off to the side of the gym. He waved you over, and you tore your eyes away from the now head-to-head fight to speak with him.

“Alright, I’m ready!” You cheered, sitting across the table from the BMI hero. “Tell me what we need to do.” He returned your enthusiasm with a smile.

“Before we get down to the nitty-gritty, let’s discuss your quirk a little bit more.” You nodded and Fatgum proceeded to quiz you about the aspects of your quirk. As the two of you spoke, your eyes drifted back to Kirishima, who was still sparring. Kirishima looked sharper and more angular than you had seen before, and the boy sparring with him seemed to recoil from every hit he landed on your new friend.

Fatgum followed your eyes as you slowly stopped answering his questions. His own eyes lit up when he saw that you were ogling his very own mentee, or at least his sparring ability.

“He’s pretty cool, huh?” Fatgum smirked as your attention snapped back to the table. “Ya know, I trained him myself. I remember the first time he used Unbreakable in a fight.” He drew a finger up to his eye and sniffled dramatically. “They grow up so fast.” You chuckled and tried to fight the color from your face.

“Yeah, I just met him in my previous class, but he seems really cool!” You allowed yourself another peek at the redhead and managed to catch his eye. He immediately seemed to perk up and waved at you before receiving a supercharged kick to the face.

“Aw come on Iida, that was so unmanly!” You hear from across the gym. You snickered as you returned your attention to your teacher, who was shaking his head at his protege.

“Alright, back to business. You said you can tap into people’s thoughts to a lesser degree. That may help in reducing the strain on your creation abilities.” Fatgum’s face seemed to change as he spoke to you, now looking more like a pro-hero than the goofy teacher moments before. “Ya can use your mind tricks to an advantage instead of mass producing weaponry. Try tapping into their fears, maybe visions of things they care for. Ya might wanna look into trying to communicate through their thoughts too, maybe auditory hallucinations? Either way, it will take some of the strain of holding forms with mass, like the weapons, and ya should be able to focus on your defense so ya won’t get taken down so easily.” You sat, wide-eyed and nodding.

“Sort of like mental warfare?” You couldn’t keep the giddiness out of your voice. Your mother would love this.

Fatgum sent you away with homework- to start trying to apply these new techniques. You sat on the edge of the gym, stretching out your arms to try to relieve the tension between your shoulders. Tetsutetsu sat beside you, instantly chatting about himself and his various accomplishments from when he attended UA High. Your conversation turned towards the first-year Sports Festival when he first went up against Kirishima. He told you about how bitter he was about his introduction to the fight, and how it made him and Kirishima out to be doppelgangers by how similar their quirks and fighting style were. As he regaled you with the epic conclusion to their match, a double knock-out, Kirishima walked up to the two of you.

“Hey now, you better not be leaving out the part where I beat you in arm wrestling and won the match!” Kirishima smirked, sitting on the other side of you.

“Yeah, yeah, but now we’re bros!” Tetsutetsu leaned over you to fist bump Kirishima, sandwiching you between the two hard heroes-in-training.

“So, did you like watching me and Iida?” Kirishima’s eyes lit up as he looked to you, all embarrassment from earlier forgotten.

“Yeah, it was really cool until you took a shin to the face.” You giggled, poking at a still-forming bruise on his cheek. His face grew warm as he looked away.

“Yeah, well Iida’s really fast,” he whined.

“And you got distracted by a pretty girl.” Tetsutetsu peered over you with a smirk. “Come on bro, you know better than that.” His teasing hastened the redness spreading over Kirishima’s face. Once again, the familiarity of the two made you miss Inasa’s presence, and you hoped it wouldn’t be long before you felt closer to your classmates.

The three of you started discussing your meetings with Fatgum, and the boys seemed enthralled with the new techniques you would be practicing.

Tetsutetsu grabbed your hand and somberly looked at you. “I would be happy to be your guinea pig in this, Y/N.” Not to be outdone, Kirishima grabbed your free hand.

“Y/N, we’re friends. You should practice with your friends right?” You giggled at their dramatics and tried to pull your hands out from theirs, but their grips were tighter than you expected.

“Boys, don’t worry! I’ll make sure to mentally torture you both.” They seemed to flinch at this, suddenly remembering what that would entail. Before either could rescind their offer, the tall boy, Iida, walked over to your trio.

“Hello, my name is Iida Tenya. It’s nice to meet you.” He quickly introduced himself, “Sensei has told me to dismiss those he has already talked with, so we are free to go.” He spoke very politely, but without much emotion. He swiftly left after informing your group, walking up to the next congregation of people. With that interruption, you were able to slip out of the grasp of Tetsutetsu and Kirishima and hop up.

“Well, I’ll see you boys later.” You winked at the two of them and started jogging to the door. They quickly scrambled up from the floor and followed you out, playfully pushing each other out of the way. They fell in step beside you, and you started chatting with them about their schedules.

“Next I have Trauma Recovery and Emotional Wellness with Ms. Joke.” Kirishima read off of his schedule. You gasped and turned to look at him, smirking.

“Stalker!” You jokingly accused the redhead. Once again, he vehemently denied, as Tetsutetsu read your schedule and lamented that none of your other classes overlapped his. You laughed at the antics of the boy before a fierce gust of wind swept you above their heads. A booming laugh echoed across the common area you had wandered to, and a sweet smile stretched across your face. Kirishima seemed to be scurrying underneath you, assuring you he’d catch you, while Tetsutetsu gawked at you floating in a whirlwind above him.

The wind gently carried you away from the boys and into Inasa’s arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the wind subsided. “Inasa! How has your first day been?” You hair settled against your face and your cheeks had reddened from the wind blustering around you.

“Good!” His smile seemed to overtake his face as he looked down at you, and he set you down gingerly before looking behind you at the two flabbergasted boys.

“Oh! I made some friends!” You cheered. You quickly turned away from Inasa to grab the two boys by the hand and drag them over. Inasa seemed to frown momentarily as he watched you grab their hands so amicably. “Tetsutetsu, Kirishima, this is my friend from Shiketsu High, Inasa Yoarashi! This is Kirishima Eijirou and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu.” you smiled broadly at the three of them.

“Hey, I know you!” Kirishima pointed at Inasa, “You were at the licensing exam!” he smiled. “It’s nice to see you again! You sure scared me when Y/N when flying into the air.” Inasa’s face fell even further as he was reminded of his licensing failure.

“I am very sorry about my attitude that day, I hope you can forgive me.” Inasa’s voice grew louder as he spoke, and he began to bow towards the ground in classic Inasa fashion. Before his head could hit the ground, you placed your hand on his forehead.

“Now, Inasa, I’m sure Kirishima doesn’t mind. That was sooo long ago, right?” You looked over to Kirishima, who nodded quickly. “See Inasa, it’s not as big of a deal as you think.” Inasa stood up and dusted himself off before he nodded. He quickly reverted back to his cheerful self.

“Now, we can all become close classmates!” he declared before picking you up once again. “Let us get lunch in solidarity!” Kirishima looked away abashedly from his blatant affection, while Tetsutetsu tried glared at Inasa’s hands around your waist. Inasa set you down and you started to lead your group to the cafe. As you walked, you remembered your new homework and tried taking a glance in the heads around you. You looked at all three, and as you walked into the cafe, the sour taste of jealousy was thick on your tongue.

#nyx writes #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #bakusquad #bnha #mha #adir

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thunder-birb · 6 years ago

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The 5 times Tamaki accidentally confessed to Mirio and the one time he didn’t have to

Mini Series Part II

“Tamaki! Hey! I hope you don’t mind me joining you” The familiar weight of Mirio, nudging against my shoulder for the briefest of moments and then preceding to scoot a few inches away from me to give me some space; is one of the nicest, most unassuming gestures anyone has done for me. Most people like my parents, sister and even some of our teachers presume that they know exactly what I need when I’m feeling clammed up or nervous. However, that usually takes a turn for the worse and the guilt of making everyone worry about me always elevates my anxiety.

That’s why most people have resigned to not doing anything at all. And in most circumstances, I would actually prefer this method, but there are those moments in which being alone is the worse possible decision I have ever made in my life. Because then, nothing hinders my mind from spiralling into a poisonous cycle of crippling vitriolic thoughts.

Enter Mirio Togata. He has witnessed a fair share of my anxiety spells and usually lets the ‘capable adults’ deal with it. However, when it is just the two of us, Mirio has the brightest idea of all and simply asks me what I need. No one and I mean no one, has ever done that approach and through many incidents, I learned, just as much as Mirio, that I actually don’t like being by myself when it happens.

It still doesn’t mean I also want to be enveloped with attention either. That just makes me feel suffocated, cornered and incapable of handling my own emotions. So, Mirio does what he does best and just stays by me instead. He lays on the grass when we’re outside at the park or watches Television when we’re sitting in his couch or continues to read his favorite comic; ready to talk about it if I need to or not say anything at all.

He gives me the space I need to pull myself together again and does not try to fix what isn’t his to solve.

Today is one of those days and surely enough Mirio is laying on the grass next to me by the soccer field, his school jacket bunched up together as his makeshift pillow with pocky in his mouth and a new manga volume he’s been dying to read. He’s really into his manga that he doesn’t even notice me watching him; observing how he’s almost finished his first box of pocky all by himself. Or how he’s been tapping his white sneakers to the beat of another one of his favorite rock ballads. Sometimes he even starts humming absentmindedly, but I get too nervous to ask him what he’s actually singing in case it embarrasses him and I’ll never hear him humm again.

“Hey, you’re back. Everything alright?” He stops tapping his foot and drops the manga to his chest. Then, he places his hands behind his head and turns to peer at me, blue button eyes shining in the sunlight reflecting the ocean-like hues of the sky above.

“Yeah… It’s just-- Everyone always expects something from me. The teachers, the students, my parents and I can never give them what they want. I can’t even manifest anything more than a lousy bud, but they still want more just because I lucked out and got a really ‘cool quirk.’ Too bad I’m terrible at everything I do and-- ” I start to explain, but the feelings of disappointment and frustration begin to flood my consciousness and I just don’t want to go back to the gym with everyone’s eyes on me.

I shake my head and tightly shut my eyes, trying not to think about how I could not for the life of me do anything worthy of my quirk. Not with everyone watching, eyes heavy with anticipation, making me short of breath and prickling with nerves that I know I’m visibly shaking.

Just Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In.

And that’s when he starts singing. No longer only to himself.

“Here are days where things don’t go well

But even in the scarce light filtering through the leaves

I can still feel the same sun

Even if it’s a dream where I’m covered in snow

I will keep going your way

I believe I will go walking this road

So as not to lose my way”

It’s almost a crime that Mirio can actually belt a note without sounding like a seal. I already can’t see his flaws as flaws, but silly attributes or even as quirks before that became the national term for our mutations. So naturally, everything good about him unsettles every fiber of my body, but in a crazy good way. Too good that I feel like I might throw up sometimes.

“Oh man! Sorry you had to hear that!” He laughs, the rich kind that’s a little exaggerated at the end to show he’s starting to get self-conscious. “I was only gonna sing a line or two, but that song just really gets me going you know? And I figure maybe it can help you, too” Mirio pinks a little bit, which does further damage to my Broca area that I could no longer speak or look at him without physically hurting from his brightness.

“That bad huh? I’m sorry Tamaki! As a hero I will do everyone’s ears a favor and never sing again!” he laughs, self-awareness out the window and resigns to looking up at the sky.

☀️☀️☀️

I don’t know exactly how many minutes we spend laying in complete silence, watching the cottony clouds take form and float by like strangers in passing at the crosswalk, but it settles the last bits of my nerves. Mirio proceeds to point out really rad looking cloud shapes, and swears one even looks like a bowl of ramen. I chuckle not seeing it at all, but Mirio insists and surely enough so does his stomach as it growls particularly loud and hangry.

We turn our heads at the same time and laugh so hard my cheeks starts to hurt. I try to avoid Mirio’s face because now both my stomach and cheek muscles are starting to tighten, but it’s so hard to resist looking when he’s smiling so vividly that his ears are turning pink. In an attempt to stop, he gets up, but somehow trips on the way up and falls on his bum.

We laugh even harder and now I really have to stop. My face is turning red from straining itself and the pain is getting unbearable, so I start doing the breathing exercises my sister advises I practice. I am so caught up in centering myself, I don’t notice Mirio get up, put his jacket back on, throw his trash in the bin and stash his manga back in his duffel bag. He has his hand out for me by the time I open my eyes and I gulp down the nerves attempting to choke me up. Wow his face is real close and ears still a little rosy.

“C’mon Tamaki! Let’s get some food!” He suggests and I nod, shying away from his gaze as he kindly pulls me up. I bite down on my lip, trying to gain some control of myself and we head to the night market Mirio frequents.

The smell of beef, barbeque, and fried seafood of every kind has us salivating and we make quick steps towards his favorite stand. The old man greets us with his signature smile and Mirio makes small talk as he does with everyone. After ordering, we sit at our usual spot at the far right end of the stall and start devouring our noodles the moment the Ojichan hands it to us.

We finish our food quickly as if we have not eaten the whole day and by the time we clean our bowl, I feel so full, so happy and like I can do anything.

“Hey Mirio, watch this!” I call his attention and manifest my left arm into the noodles we just ate. It’s stupid and spontaneous and I don’t even really think it’ll work, but Mirio’s jaw drops so low I immediately howl with laughter with my noodle arm (it really worked!) smacking the table. Mirio almost slides off his chair from laughing too much as I continue to flail my noodle arms around. But, eventually everyone starts noticing and we huddle closer in secret. It can’t stop us from playing around too much though and ultimately we are escorted out as usual because we are starting to bother the obachans.

🐙🐙🐙

The walk home feels light and the incident earlier today feels so far away and minor when usually I spend the rest of the time replaying the worst bits of it. But not tonight and we fall into step, strolling through the familiar streets, while Mirio starts humming again. I listen to the melody and realize that it’s definitely the ballad he sang earlier. I get lost in it, crossing the roads in routine that I don’t notice we’re standing in front of my house and how he’s stopped humming for some time now.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow Tamaki! Goodnight~” Mirio waits until I look at him, then squeezes my shoulder and smiles in that way that he does that I couldn’t help the small groan that escapes my throat.

“Goodnight Mirio! Get home safely” I mumble, opening the gate and hurrying through, but then I stop in my tracks and go back outside. It just wouldn’t be right not to tell him. “Mirio wait--” I yell, hoping he isn’t too far away and then he turns his head to look at me.

“Did you forget--”

“You have a great voice!” I yell back trying to hold on to the sudden burst of bravery subduing my innately antsy nature.

“I mean everything you do is pretty much incredible-” No. Did I just say that out loud?? Crap damage control say something anythingggg “--and uh---I-- I know you’ll master your quirk soon enough too!” word vomit once again takes over me and I’m so freaking nervous after saying that out loud baka baka baka that I keep my head down, shaking worst than earlier. This was a mistake.

“Tamaki, you really overestimate me!” he says back and I slowly lift my head, stopping just below his mouth. “But I always appreciate your kind words of encouragement and if anyone was awesome today, it would be you Noodle Arms! Now that’s cool!” Mirio wiggles his arms around in demonstration even crouching a little so, I see it in my line of vision. Then, soon enough I can’t help, but smile at him and his permeating warmth and enigmatic way of uplifting any bad situation like a real pro hero.

“Say hello to your family for me!” He waves one last time and then turns back to cross the street. I watch him until I can no longer see the blonde hair from afar, just soaking up all the brightness now that it’s at a safe distance from me.

“Tamaki! What did I say about hanging around outside at this time of the night?” my okaasan yells from the front door and I quickly make my way inside. “You know you could just invite him over if you don’t wanna say bye just yet” My mom suggests and I squeak, run past her and head straight to my room.

“Tamaki wait! You have to eat---” was the last I heard before I blast my music, wrap my body in all of my blankets and fall fast asleep from the warmth of the day.

Part 1 of 5

And here is Part II! Thanks to all who have read and liked the story. It really means a lot to me and if anyone is wondering, the song Mirio sang is Yume no Tsubomi by Remioromen (which is the band his Hero name partly came from, if I’m not mistaken). Thanks again and I hope you enjoy this just as much as the first part ^^

#miritama #Mirio Togata #Tamaki Amajiki #mirio x tamaki #bnha #mha #soft fic #mirio #tamaki

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tekka-dan · 7 years ago

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Hi love! I have a game, if you feel like doing it. So, you know how fan I am of crack ships, so what if I tell you some weird pairings and you tell me your thoughts, headcanons or why the could/couldn't work? Here they go: NejiTema (Neji/Temari). DaruHina (Darui/Hinata). YahIno (Pain!Yahiko/Ino). KankuTen (Kankuro/Tenten). KisaSaku (Kisame/Sakura). TsuIno (Tsunade/Inoichi). Ok, i went overboard with the list. Sorry!

Sorry this took an absurd amount of time, I am not very good at headcanons (I am going to do my best though!)

NejiTema:

- Temari would keep Neji up all night with her need for constant affection - Temari loves giving hugs (after being raised around two of the best boys, she has SO much love to offer) - Neji remarkably loves to cuddle, he blushes like crazy too- Temari and Neji love visiting hot springs and talking about training (because these two work SO hard, that they would literally be the ones to talk about WORK while on VACATION)- Neji is absolutely terrible at flirting, to the point where Temari makes fun of him for not being able to flirt- Temari would be the one to propose because Neji would be too absorbed in his pride - On their wedding day, Neji would hold Temari’s hand for the first time and flush pink in front of literally everyone and passing out, resulting in Temari having to carry him from the alter, refusing help from her brothers(I know everything seems happy go lucky but as my final ruling; this couple ultimately would not work due to their brash / dominant personalities frequently clashing)

DaruHina:

- They would frequently walk on the beach every day, hand in hand, content with silence - Hinata makes coffee every morning for Darui who doesn’t even life coffee or being up early, yet he still accepts it and drinks his coffee anyway- Hinata even goes so far as to count each cream she adds to his coffee, to make it perfect every time- Darui surprisingly holds it DOWN in the kitchen! My boy whips up dish after dish! - Hinata surprisingly….eats like a TRUE CHAMPION! My girl can EAT lord have mercy- Darui often surprises Hinata during her mini training sessions to offer her flowers (he’s incredibly affectionate)- Darui’s number one obsession /addiction is working out. He can bench press for miles- Hinata watches him frequently while he lifts weights and jogs- They join a gym together and he becomes her personal trainer—how freakin’ rad!- He encourages her during the training sessions, making her work harder not to look “uncool” in front of him, pushing herself harder and harder to be able to keep up with him, eventually to surpass him- The two of them bring out the best in one another without having to change a single thing (As a last notation, this couple would work in the long haul, their timid and passive natures would complement one another)

YahIno:

- Ino plays frequent pranks on Yahiko, resulting in them having frequent matches with one another

- Ino surprises Yahiko with flowers every single day; surprisingly Yahiko knows a lot about flowers despite growing up in a village that never stops raining

- Ino would style Yahiko’s hair in different styles, her favorite being two tiny pony-tails- Yahiko actually ha as feminine side; he would paint Ino’s nails and even attempts to brush her hair- The two of them would be absolute geeks in the kitchen! Yahiko would fail epically at making simple mac n’ cheese and Ino would have to be the one to take over, sending him to clean dishes instead- Yahiko is a neat freak, he often complains about Ino’s hair in the shower drain and her infinite amount of clothes laying around their room under piles and piles of shoes - Ino decorates their apartment with flowers in every corner she can reach- They adopt a dog- They adopt TWO dogs!!- Ino eventually has to beg Yahiko to stop adopting dogs because he keeps bringing more and more of them home- The two of them would take goofy selfies together while sitting on their couch in their pajamas at 3 in the afternoon (This could would be so goddamn perfect that they would make everyone disgustingly jealous)

KankuTen:

- TenTen uses Kankuro’s puppets for target practice; much to his disapproval

- Kankuro is surprisingly a very good cook and often makes TenTen’s lunches while she’s out training- Kankuro talks a whole lot when they are alone together; mostly about Gaara- TenTen makes everything an adventure; she drags Kankuro through mountains and forests looking for new targets for practice - Kankuro is the “best friend” guy in the relationship, letting TenTen vent when she’s frustrated and massaging her feet when she’s had a rough day - TenTen would be the “dominant” one in the relationship because she’s not used to being waited on and pampered- Kankuro is actually very insecure of his appearance when not wearing his makeup, despite the constant pleading from TenTen to remove it- TenTen considers picnics to be high class dates and Kankuro has no problem with this (Ultimately as my final say; this couple would not work, simply for the fact they are just way too opposite and introverted when it comes to s/o’s)

KisaSaku:

- Sakura actually cannot swim, therefore she sits by the beach while Kisame floats in the ocean - They bond over the fact they both were at one point obsessed with a Uchiha (Kisame with Itachi / Sakura with Sasuke)- Sakura’s brash nature conflicts with Kisame’s quiet nature, resulting in Sakura constantly pummeling him - Samahada favors Sakura’s chakra over Kisame’s; which is the basis of most of their arguments - Sakura often refers to him as “fish out of water” in a joking sort of way- Kisame has a very hard time kissing Sakura, with his shark teeth and all- Kisame’s fashion sense usually makes people double look them in public because he doesn’t believe in shirts (This couple would not work due to the fact that Sakura has very little in common with Kisame and Kisame is more attached to water than anything else)

TsuInoi:

- Tsnuade gets very defensive when Inoichi starts telling people her age in public - Her biggest fear is him reading her mind and knowing about how often she’s thinking about him- Inoichi is a heavy drinker; resulting in the two of them having a blast when drunk - He often gives Tsnuade flowers inside of liquor bottles- Inoichi brings Ino around, often joking about her Tsnuade could’ve been her mother- He’s extremely good listener, after the night of Jiraiya’s death he stayed up with her while she cried herself to sleep in his arms- Tsnuade is such a terrible cook that if she doesn’t go broke from gambling, it’s because she’s broke from eating out- Inoichi wins every gambling event due to his mind reading powers; making Tsnuade internally jealous (This couple would ultimately work out. Their personalities are not conflicting and both of them would take the time to understand one another.)

#mutuals #sorry it took me so long I actually was very scared because I did not know what a headcanons was and it turned out to be very easy

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agirlwithtoomanythoughts-blog1 · 8 years ago

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roman reigns { first meetings }

NOTE: Okay, so while I was writing the Spiders one shots, I started brainstorming and got lost in the writing prompts tags here on Tumblr and on google search. Stumbled across this little gem of a page here… And I figured why not? I can take the prompts I like best and put my own spin on them? So, this is how things are gonna work.. The one shots are all going to have the same theme but different twists? If you get what I'm trying to say? Anyway, first up for this series is…

Haha, you gotta keep reading to find out. But the prompt is first meeting and the setting is a fitness center.. Reader is in the dance studio there and our mystery wrestler is working out in the gym down the hall, obviously.. And here we go! -- Love Amber.

TAGGING: as per usual, the amazing @alexablss and @believe-that-001 because they’re rad and I luff them. Also tagging @fan-fiction-galore and @xfirespritex and @littledeadrottinghood and @writergrrrl29 because they’re sweethearts and they asked to be tagged.

WARNINGS: Nothing but cute and flirty fluff. Seriously, that's it.. Oh wait, I lied.. There's always the presence of my potty mouth. Because I swear and I can't control it and that comes out in the writing for whatever reason.

Whenever I'm dancing, it's like the outside world just disappears. Seriously, I shut everything out but the music and my movements, the way the music makes me feel. I had huge auditions in a few weeks, so you can bet your ass I'd been practically living in the studio day and night..

So had the guy in the gym down the hall, I noticed. I saw him coming in a time or two when I was taking a time out and drinking some water. I don't think he saw me, but anyway… Yeah, it's hard not to notice a giant specimen of walking sex on legs.. Especially when you're single and quite frankly, it's been a while. My best guess is he's one of the thousands who flock to Florida, they opened some wrestling school here or something.. Anyway, with his body, I'd imagine he was a fighter..

Again, not that I noticed.

Where was I? Oh yeah… So I've told you that when I dance, everything and everyone outside of the dance floor disappears.. I'd probably been working on my latest routine for an upcoming audition for almost an hour when the music stopped.

I stopped in mid leap to turn and see what the hell happened and the guy from the gym down the hallway was leaning in the doorway, sweat stained t shirt draped around his neck, just watching me with this curious look in his eyes.

"What the hell?" "It was making me lose count." he stepped into the room and right away, I noticed that his presence seemed to just… it dominated the space. My eyes roamed over well built tattooed biceps and fore arms and I bit down on my lip, tearing my eyes off of his delicious body to look him dead in the eye and deadpan, "So? Shut the fucking door."

"I tried that." he was moving a little closer and I found myself doing the same. It was kind of like we were sizing each other up. I got this feeling.. The music being too loud was most likely an excuse. And I smirked a little as I boldly met his gaze and dragged my fingers slowly through messy and sweat dampened hair, tilting my head up to look at him.

"So? Try harder. Look, I have auditions in a week, buddy. And I fully intend on getting an invite to join this dance troupe. I'm sure whatever it is you're doing is just…"I trailed off as his body and my body brushed and I felt this almost electric pop in the air around us.

"Just as important as whatever it is you're down here trying to do.. It's my livelihood, actually." the guy spoke with this deep and almost seductive growl and I felt myself getting wetter with each movement he made, each time his eyes left mine and slowly moved over my body in an almost predatory way, each time he gave me the smirk he was giving me and god help me, with every single word he spoke.

But, it didn't stop my sass. I was distracted, yeah.. But not enough that I was going to just let the guy walk in and cut my fucking music. Like he owns this fucking fitness center.

Newsflash, he does not..

"So you are a fighter?" I blurted it out before I gave it any thought and he eyed me before bursting into laughter. "Professional wrestler. Fighter can cover any number of things, baby girl."

"I wouldn't know. It's violent, so I don't watch." I mouthed off, and when he moved closer, the air conditioning kicked on, the vent overhead blasting cool air down on both of us, lightly ruffling long black hair that frankly, made him look like he belonged on the cover of some erotic biker novel or in a shampoo ad for men. I licked my lips and swallowed hard when he gave a soft chuckle. "I honestly wasn't trying to be a dick.. I just.. There's this thing happening next weekend and it's huge for me. And I need to focus.. Not be distracted by whatever it is you call this." he gestured to me in my leotard and the thin silky black skirt I'd been dancing in.

"This audition, sir.. It could change my entire life. It gets tiresome, eating Ramen and praying to God you get a part in the chorus line down at the club." I managed to mutter the words without ever breaking his intent gaze. When he bit his lip, I bit back a whimper and he chuckled.

"You're not gonna get anywhere if you don't loosen up, baby girl." he turned, he started to walk towards the door and I fumed, mouth opening and closing. Was he being arrogant or helpful, I found myself wondering and naturally, I caught up to him, tapping his shoulder. He turned around, leaning in the doorway, looking down at me with this smile on his face that would have definitely charmed my panties right off if our encounter hadn't been so…

Irritating.

I could kind of sense that the attitude on his part was just because he was nervous.. And he was determined and that served to make him tense for whatever reason. "You won't win your big fight, sir, if you keep overdoing it.. You go in there, you spend hours training and sparring and come next weekend, you'll be burnt out." I shot back and he chuckled.

"Whatever you think." "Yeah, well, right back to you. I'm not stiff." "Well you're definitely not loose. And it makes it look robotic." his eyes flicked back to mine after lingering a few seconds on my lips.

"Okay, fine.. I'm doing what I know at least one of the judges will like, I'm playing it safe… Since you know so much about dancing, sir.."

"It's Roman." he cut off, flashing me a smile as he added, "Can we just start over? We got off on the wrong foot."

I nodded and introduced myself and he nodded. "I don't know much about dancing.. But I know dancers are supposed to be passionate.. Kind of like fighters?" he chuckled and then admitted, "That's what someone told me once."

"Show me what you mean." I demanded, flashing a smirk, giving him a challenge. I was at least ninety percent sure he'd walk out of the room laughing, to my surprise, he chuckled. "You challengin me, baby girl? Because I don't back down… From anything."

"Less talking, Roman.. Pick a song. Show me what I'm doing wrong. And then maybe I'll come down and spot you or whatever." I offered, a bold look in my eyes as his eyes met mine again. He chuckled and I raised a brow when the new Ed Sheeran song started to play, upbeat and a little faster than what I'd been going for. It relaxed me and it was only then that maybe, this entire first meeting was slightly a disaster at the begin because I'd been tensed up?

I mean he's a giant and he's a little intimidating with the muscles and the cocky smirk and the way he can stare you down and it's like his eyes pierce your soul somehow while also managing to maintain this air of complete and total lack of interest.

He snickered a little and pulled me against him, immediately going for a dip and when he bought me back up, our eyes locked on each other's lips. I gave a soft laugh and he twirled me beneath my arm. When we stopped dancing a few minutes later, I eyed him and he asked me with a shrug, "What's that look for?"

"I'm surprised.. And impressed? You didn't stomp my toes, try to play grab ass or anything.. And then when I showed you what I originally wanted to do, you actually managed to not drop me on my fat ass when we did the lift?"

"You are not fat, baby girl." his eyes roamed my body and he bit his lip and I felt my skin heating all over. I knew it might be construed as rude but I had to know… Had he planned this?

"Did you plan all this?" I blurted it out before I could refrain from asking and he chuckled, not saying anything for a second and finally, he waved his hands in the air a little. "You caught me.. I've seen you down here, day after day this week, bustin your ass and getting increasingly more frustrated.. And you had me curious."

"Likewise." I admitted, laughing softly. "So.. I'm done workin out and you need a break from this." he gestured to the dance studio as he flashed this sexy sort of half grin and half smirk at me and then asked, "I was wonderin if maybe you wanted to go get food with me?"

"I'd love that, Roman."

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns fanfiction #amber.writes.wrasslin.

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kaileynel4-blog · 7 years ago

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Just be you and people will notice...

This week has been a special one. The elephants have been wonderful, as always, but the people this week were something else. If you have read my previous blogs, aka my parents, then you know that I do yoga every morning. I have the priviladge of having a wonderful job where I can wake up at a reasonable time, go for a short run and do a half hour of yoga, all before i technically have to work. I have been doing this since the first few days I started working. I wanted to take time for myself and start my mornings out on the right foot. The past few weeks some of my coworkers have started to join in on the yoga sessions. First it was one, then two and now three of them have joined. Now that’s all cool and dandy, but this week was a moment that I will never forget. Let me give you some background into Mrs.Mahn, so you can understand just how amazing it was for her to join in on yoga. Mrs.Mahn is a bad ass lady. Her and her husband, Mr. Suay, were part of the first family that Bamboo started working with and have continued to build a pretty special relationship with. They have kindly let the Surin team live with them for about 5 years and have helped with cooking us meals, taking care of all the volunteers, assisting with projects and helping integrate Bamboo into the community. Mr.Suay is a pretty rad dude and has to know how lucky he is to have such a baller ass wife. She has this presence about her that reminds me of my mother. She always is smiling, incredibly kind and continues to take care of everyone around her. Also, she knows how obessed I am with Mangos and always tells me when she has picked a fresh batch! I mean, what more could you want from a woman?? So, when I started my Thursday morning yoga session and saw her grab a mat to join, I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. I never told her to join (only because i cant speak thai to properly invite her) and I always thought that the thai people just made fun of me for being a silly foreigner that likes to workout. The whole session I was beaming and so touched that she joined in. It may seem like a silly thing to be so excited about but living abroad in a small village, where you cant really communicate with the people that you are living with, little gestures like these mean a whole fucking lot. And she joined in the next day as well! Needless to say, I am going to do some reasearch this weekend and find some new yoga moves so that she keeps coming back!

It is very important to be true to yourself. Find the things in your days that rejuvenate you, make you smile, bring lightness to your day or simply make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, cause these are the things that keep you going. For months, no one joined in on my yoga sessions and i just kept on doing them cause they made me feel better. Slowly but surely, my coworkers started to take notice and asked to join in. Now, they too are finding time to find lightness, feel rejuvenatated and simply spend more time together. The things that you are passionate about or that make you get up every morning can bring the same joys to others as well. Don’t be discouraged just because no one else is doing it. The thing that matters most is what you get out of it and if you love doing it. If you show passion for it, then others will see that and feel inspired to do the same. Its pretty amazing how inspiration can attract others to feel the same.

So enough with yoga talk and rejuvenating your soul...today, I woke up feeling uncertain about if I wanted to go to the gym or not. I have started the second season of 13 reasons why so my Netflix and chill game is pretty strong right now. As i was about to make the decision to just do a little ab workout and call it a day, my adorable coworker Tum (who joins in on yoga) asked if i wanted to go to the gym with him. It was just the spark of inspiration that I needed so i decided to just say YES. After our workout, he asked if i wanted to go to the sauna and get a local thai scrub. I had no idea what the “local thai scrub” meant but again, i said YES. As we approached the local sauna/scrub place i noticed that we are driving through a temple area. THE SAUNA WAS ON TEMPLE GROUNDS!! This just added to the coolness of the whole experience. We get there and in natural thai fashion we were greeted with smiles and hellos. Tum tells me that we are going to scrub ourselves with a coffee, turmeric and other herbs concoction all over our bodies. Again, i said YES and started rubbing it all over my body. After we were covered head to toe, we sat in the sauna to really exfoliate and release all of our toxins. We did this a couple times until i couldn’t take the heat anymore. After we rinsed off, my skin was the softest it has ever been. I mean, my skin is giving a babies bottum a run for its money! Thats how soft we are talking. This whole experience is something that I will not forget and definitely plan to do it more often. Oh and did i mention that it cost me about 70 baht...that’s roughly 2 dollars!!! 2 FUCKING DOLLARS! As you read this paragraph, you may have noticed that I capitalized the word YES. The reason for that is because if I hadn’t said YES, than the following chain of events would not have happened. Sometimes you just have to say YES. YES to getting out of your comfort zone, YES to a new job, YES to a first date, YES to a spontaneous weekend trip, YES to another round of drinks, YES to marrying someone, YES to adopting a dog, Yes to an evening bike ride, YES to climbing a mountain, YES to a hike, YES to eating another piece of cake, YES to going to the gym even though you didn’t really feel like it and YES to just about any other situation that slightly sparks your interest. You cant predict the future...now, that may be a shock to some of you, since we try to pretty much plan our whole lives out. We will never be able to predict the future, so stop trying to do it. Its fun to say YES to opportunities and see where things go. This morning I was going to be lazy and do my laundry but instead I had another amazing cultural experience to add to the books. Life is too short for you to second guess things, say NO to opportunities cause you are too scared or in my case, lazy. Just say YES and see what happens! Here is a photo of Tum and I all covered in the scrub concoction :)

And here is another selfie with the volunteers and the elephants! I plan on enjoying life and i hope you do the same!

Sending love to all those back home and miss the hell out of you guys! Happy memorial weekend and be safe out there!

Cheers!

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