#like why do they have to cheat on their partners

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

the divorce was far messier than you would have ever expected it to be.

sae had been traveling for a match when you filed for a divorce, signing the papers with messy black ink and sleepless nights. sae didn't know about the divorce; not yet, at least. you could only hope that he responds as calmly to the situation as he usually does with any other scenario that he's ever gone through.

it was almost a shame. almost. you truly did love the itoshi last name, and you would miss having the short-tempered yet kind rin as your younger brother-in-law. but sae was not only almost never home, but when he was, he rarely ever spoke to you unless asking for a favor or question, though they were usually sentiments such as "is dinner ready?" or "i have a match in a few days."

those were the two sides of sae. completely uncaring or only caring about himself or his career. you knew that he had to love you to an extent if he was willing to stay with you for nearly six years and not divorce you or cheat on you a single time, though that was the bare minimum that one could do. you grew up with sae, and he wasn't the type to cheat on someone.

your darkly inked pen soon ran out of ink, and you sighed, staring down at the straining amount of documents you had signed. you wondered how the media would respond to this, respond to the famous itoshi sae's partner having divorced him, especially one that he's known since five years old. you were twenty-nine now. there would probably were even worse rumors about him, about how he treats others. you wanted to feel bad. you wanted to recycle each and every one of the papers you just signed.

fuck it. it's his problem for neglecting you.

it's not like you didn't even try confronting him about it. it's just that when you did, it's always the same plain excuse. "i'm busy." scribbling your name and sae's onto some more papers, you finally reached the final piece of white material. you had felt nothing this entire time, and yet suddenly, before you could even realize why or how, tears began to pool at your eyes.

disappointment is a funny thing. it's like a mix of anger, sadness, and even hints of grief. really just the recipe for disaster. and at that moment, you could feel nothing but the emptiness of disappointment and warm tears streaming down your now burning cheeks. people always used to joke that sae was both your first and last love, and you had always laughed along and eventually began to believe it when you got married. you don't think you'd ever be able to love anyone else after loving sae. you always believed this notion, this joke, to be true, but not in the bitter way that it turned out.

you had sent the documents to court the next day, and already the damage was done. you didn't want a particularly loud case; you despised media attention. but only a few hours after having sent the documents, a dreaded phone call had arrived. it was sae.

"if you think you're being funny, you're not."

you cringed at sae's voice. he was in an entirely different country, and they you could feel the shards of his icy voice slicing your heart open. "i'm not trying to be. i'm serious. we're getting a divorce, and that's final."

for a few moments, the other line was silent. before finally, sae's voice returned once more. "...why?"

and for a moment, you regretted divorcing sae. his voice itself didn't show too much emotion, but the pause from earlier and the slight crack of his voice in the beginning told you everything you needed to know. he didn't want this. he didn't want to divorce you.

"sae, you spend most of your time in another country. sometimes even in another continent. you don't even talk to me at home except for the smallest things that someone can talk to another person about. you earn hundreds of millions of yen every year for the both of us, and yet i don't feel rich."

you could practically hear sae tightening his grip on the phone. "fine. do what you want." he finally stammered, and he hung up.

it was almost as if a marble slid from your throat to your stomach, and it now lay there uncomfortably. the phone slid from your hands, and you felt tears at the brim of your lashes. no "i'm sorry"? no "i can change"? you knew that sae wasn't the type to say those sorts of things directly, but he would usually say a harsher variation of the words.

and suddenly, you remembered. you remembered that sae was the one that began to say "i'll be both your first and last love" to you. he only ever said it once, and that was from when you were kids.

he had kept that promise, but he had broken a million more.

i had "back to friends" by sombr playing on repeat while writing this lmao

[lighting-and-shadow]

Ikigai, Part 7

Summary: You’re desperately in love with a man who already belongs to another.

Ikigai (n.) (Japanese): "A reason for being," the thing that gets you up in the morning.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

You thought your heart couldn’t take any more damage. That you were immune to the idea of Sylus and his soulmate hurting you anymore. How naive. For all that you called Sylus a fool, it was you who was the dunce between you two.

Miss Hunter and Sylus came back not too long ago. The atmosphere between the two was even worse than before. And it got even more horrific when they decided to eat together.

You, of course, kept your distance. Being around Sylus was too much for you, and Miss Hunter was always near him. She clearly didn’t want to be, but she was. And there was something going on between the two of them.

Maybe that’s why the sight before you hurt so much. They seem so distance, so uncomfortable in each other’s presence. Any closeness was off the table, and you could pretend that they weren’t destined for one another. Until now.

The two of them are in bed together. Miss Hunter sits on Sylus lap. His robe is open, his hand cuffed to the bed, and he sits there with an amused look on his face. She pats down his body. She moves her hands down his body in such an unbothered way that it makes your blood boil.

Why does she get to do what you’ve abstained yourself for years from doing? Why does she do it with such callousness and such ease? Maybe that’s just another bit of proof that the universe has favorites.

You certainly aren’t one of them.

Further proof comes when Sylus finally notices you and his face drops. You’ve never seen him so… scared. Not for a very long time.

He scrambles to get Miss Hunter off of him. She falls and that’s when she also notices you.

“I-it was part of our deal,” she begins. “He had this brooch and I was trying to get it and one thing lead to another before I—“

You’re gone before she can finish.

The retreat from the room is anything but quiet. Banging footsteps. Sounds of protest from both Sylus and Miss Hunter. Your own heartbeat. You wander the maze of the base until it all stops.

You open a random door and close it. You don’t hear it. You don’t hear anything. And even though you feel yourself breath in and out, there’s no noise. Nothing to cling to. Even your heart has gone silent.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.

You put your head in your hands. What else were you to do in this situation, a situation you always told yourself you knew and were prepared to happen. You just didn’t expect it so early.

Maybe it’s a good thing your relationship to Sylus had already fallen apart before this.

He’s stopped calling you sweetie or sweetheart since Miss Hunter arrived. And while that’s only been a few days, you’ve missed it. You’ve longed for those stupid nicknames. Now he only calls her them. Granted you also call her sweetie or angel, but that’s different. She’s not your soulmate.

Every pet name, familiar or new (like kitten), makes you die a little more. They make your heart crack a little more. They make your lips looser, desperate to confess the love you’ve held onto for so long. But what you just saw made that desperation vanish. It reminded you of your place.

You begin to get your bearings and look around the refuge you decided to hide in. You recognize it as the room Luke and Kieran fled to during the first few weeks of you knowing the boys. It was the farthest room in the base from Sylus’.

Fitting. Maybe I should camp here until my foolish heart stops loving him.

One would have to go out of their way to find you here. And, apparently, Miss Hunter thought to do exactly that.

“Just let me explain,” her words come out in a rush and her voice is full of panic. “Please! It’s not what you think.”

“You have no earthly idea how much you sound like a partner who’s just got caught cheating, do you?”

Miss Hunter splutters and looks embarrassed for a moment. However, that quickly goes away in favor of a determined gaze. She doesn’t flinch. Your anger just drains away from you at that moment.

Because she never did anything wrong. Sylus never did anything wrong. Only you did. You did something wrong by falling for a man destined for another, for someone better. Someone with less baggage. Someone more beautiful. Someone perfect.

“Calm down. It was just a joke.”

“A poorly worded one.”

“Yes, yes, I know. You’re right. It was poor of me to make such a joke,” you pause for a moment. “That feels strange to say, given my occupation.”

Miss Hunter scoffs. Though she stands at the door, she's close to you. She leans into your space, comfortable and relaxed. So different from how she’s been with you the past few days.

“There a reason you’re so nice to me? Guilty over sleeping with my man?”

You say the last part with the fakest mock scandalized voice you can muster. Which is pretty good given your past experience selling stuff to rich people. Making a false story sound convincing and enthralling was all a part of job back then. And it still applies now.

“Would you please stop saying that!” She can barely look at you, her cheeks burning red, and you chuckle a bit. “I’m trying to have a conversation.”

“We are having a conversation. You just suck at conversing.”

“Maybe if you talked like a normal person…” she mumbles.

“What was that, sweetie?”

She makes a sound of embarrassment again before rolling her eyes at you.

“You’re impossible.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Ever thought of changing that?”

“Ever thought of not chasing taken men?”

You can’t help yourself. That little voice in the back of your head, the one that blames her for your heartache, speaks up in that moment. It’s far less of a joke. It’s far closer to the truth of your emotions than you care to think about.

Miss Hunter screeches at you. Her face is even more red.

“You really make me regret coming after you.”

“Sounds like your problem, my friend,” you continue when she seems to have no problems with you calling her that. “Ya know, since you slept with my boss?”

“I did not!” She appears even more appalled. “I would never… we would never…”

She takes a moment to collect herself before finishing, “I hardly know your ‘boss’ anyways.”

It won’t be like that for long.

You sigh at Miss Hunter, “Alright, alright. I’m done teasing you. How about you come in? Have some one on one time with someone who didn’t kidnap you at any point whatsoever?”

“That’s such a low bar.”

You laugh a little, “I know. Upstanding citizens aren’t really a thing here, sweetie. I’m just more… morally inclined than the others that live here.”

“You don’t say?”

Miss Hunter closes the door, and you both plop down onto the bed. She sits rather close to you.

“Can I explain now?” She gives you a look for a moment, “Without you making any jokes?”

“I make no promises.”

She rolls her eyes, straightens her spine, and begins. And your blood boils the minute she does.

Experiements… Modification…

All you see is the twins in your minds: their small, scarred bodies. Black crystals taking over one while the other screams in agony. They were just boys; 14 year old, innocent, little, boys who suffered the unspeakable. All in the name of science.

And Sylus tried to the same to her.

“He did what?”

Miss Hunter startles. Makes sense, given this is the first time you’ve ever been remotely hostile around her. Anger isn’t really a thing you tend to express to others. It’s harmful in your job.

You force the feeling to fade as soon it comes up. You stuff it down a wave of calm and force it to vanish into the ocean of your heart.

“Apologizes. I was just… perturbed by what you said. I’ll be having a word with him. Continue.”

Your tone is off, judging by her hesitance to speak. But after a little more encouragement, Miss Hunter moves on.

She finishes quickly, scrambling through the details of her deal with Sylus and avoiding your gaze when she talks about it. You don’t press her.

Finally, after she relaxes and you two bask in the brief silence, you speak.

“Ok,” Miss Hunter narrows her eyes at you. “I believe you, alright? No need for such scrutiny.”

You fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and listening to your own heartbeat to calm down. To forget about what you just heard.

Sylus later. Miss Hunter now.

Repetition of those words creep into your thoughts. They’re your mantra at the moment, the thing that keeps you grounded.

Miss Hunter fidgets beside you. You tap the bed to beckon her to lay next to you. She does so with a bit of hesitance.

The two of you just bask in one another’s presence. She occasionally glances at you, but you keep your eyes glued to the ceiling. All the easier to avoid even a glimpse at her damn threads and what they do to your state of mind.

“Why did you come after me?” You say after a bit of silence.

Miss Hunter turns her head to look at you fully, her expression a weave of disbelief and almost pity.

“Because you looked so… betrayed.”

You laugh at her to cover up how vulnerable her words make you feel.

“Betrayed? Sweetie, you and Sylus are grown ass adults. And if there was consent on both sides, it is none of my business what you two get up to.”

You keep your tone bubbly and playful to convince yourself that you believe it.

“For the last time, we weren’t doing anything, “ she huffs before she continues in a softer voice. “Your boss is just an ass who likes to play games with people.”

You smile at that, “You don’t even have the slightest clue.”

“Oh really? He plays those ridiculous games with you too.”

You shrug, “Sort of. He has since the day we met. His games have just… shifted. He knows better than to truly piss me off.”

Maybe that’s why despite how much Sylus clearly wants to speak with you, he doesn’t try to. He’s seen how you can destroy people, how you use your words to bend their reality and use your hands to pull the life out of them. He knows what you’re capable when rage consumes you.

“So you two are close then?”

Miss Hunter lays on her side and props her head up by a hand on her cheek. You mirror her and give her an impish smile.

“I’d say we’re close.”

“Close? Close how? You only really ever call him boss around me.”

“Because he is my boss,” you say with a bit of attitude. “It’s an appropriate title.”

“Boss and employee don’t act the way you two act.”

“How so?” You ask despite it being a stupid question.

Miss Hunter doesn’t say anything for some time.

“He was worried, you know,” she’s so quiet, you almost think you imagine it.

“Hmm?”

“When you…,” she searches for the right word. “Collapsed.”

“You can say it as it is: I fainted due to extreme panic and lack of oxygen. Which is very unbecoming of someone in my position.”

Miss Hunter winces at your callousness.

“I’m not even entirely sure what brought that episode about. It’s not the first time I’ve seen my boss be shot, and it won’t be the last.”

You play off your words with humor, making sure the emotion drips from every syllable that falls from your lips. Even when you know the truth.

Miss Hunter looks like she wants to say something. She closes her mouth as soon as she opens. She does this a few times.

“Spit it out, sweetie. I’m not a mind reader and I believe you said you were trying to have a conversation with me.”

She hesitates, eyes flickering around the room and body squirming. A reassuring smile crosses your lips and you soften your gaze.

“W-what made it different this time?”

You, you almost say. But that wouldn’t be fair.

You play it off, “I was curious about that myself. Maybe the stress of being the sole sane person here in this ridiculous mansion has finally gotten to me?”

Miss Hunter knows you’re lying, judging by the minuscule frown on her face. She doesn’t press. You’re thankful.

Stupid. You pushed for her to ask and give such an inadequate and foolish response. Stupid stupid stupid—

Miss Hunter cuts off your thoughts, “So what exactly is your relationship with Sylus?”

You blink at her.

“He’s my boss turned work partner, sweetie. I don’t know what else you want me say.”

She snorts, “Bullshit.”

Your eyes widen at her sudden crass language.

“Colleagues don’t act the way you two do.”

“You’ve been at your current job for how long now?” She flushes and stutters at your words.

You sigh and roll over your side to face her again, “Sylus and I face death together every day, every second, of our job. It makes sense that we’d form some sort of bond.”

“You say that,” she says your name. “But, you didn’t see his face when started panicking. You didn’t see how held you, and how afraid he was. You didn’t see him fall apart like I did.”

The words she says and the way she says them makes everything click for you. Like the final piece of the puzzle was just discovered and you get to see the whole picture.

Oh.

Suddenly everything makes sense. She thinks Sylus loves you. You want to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. At the irony of it all.

“Sylus and I do have quite the history,” you shrivel at your own words, scared for a moment you might’ve just made things worse.

Your words are ironic. Painful. Pitiful. As if you’re trying to overshadow the history she shares with Sylus and compare to meager one you have with him.

How can you compare the two? She was the one who taught him to be human. She was the one who first showed the fiend love. She took his curse, his burden, and made it into something beautiful. She was his everything.

There was no place for you in all that.

You continue, “He cares for me like I care for him. And regardless of what you think of him, anyone would be frightened by what happened. You barely know me and you’re shaken up.”

Miss Hunter just hums. And you pray that you’ve convinced her. Because nothing’s going on between you and Sylus. Not ever will go on between the two of you.

We’re business partners and friends. Nothing more. You will never have anything more.

Miss Hunter suddenly breaks the tension. Something flickers across her face before she speaks, and for once, you can't tell what it is.

“So, ummm, Sylus gave me this dress, it’s in the room I’ve been staying at apparently, and I, uh…”

You wait for her to find her words. Not judging, but just silent companionship.

“I have no idea what I’m doing. Or what to expect.”

“I figured. Hunter training doesn’t cover fancy galas full of people who’d kill you an instant?”

“No. No it doesn’t.”

“Come with me. I’ll help you get ready. And I’ll give you a few tips.”

“Thank you,” she sighs with relief while you smile.

As you walk with her back to her room you wonder, is this what it’s like to have a little sister?

You don’t know Miss Hunter well. She knows you even less. But you can’t help but be drawn to her. Maybe that’s why she has so many soulmates? Even the universe itself can’t help but love her.

The pair of you arrive in the room, and you see the red dress. It’s perfect for Miss Hunter. It also reminds you of the first gala you went to with Sylus; he had you two match outfits back then as well.

But all you can think is: she’s wearing his color already.

It’s a stupid thought. A useless thought. But it permeates throughout your mind. It infects you as you hold it up against her body and shuttle to the bathroom to try it on. It’s still there once she comes out.

“Here.”

You reach into your pockets to take your mind off of your foolish thoughts.

You take out the earrings there causally, holding them to her ears for a moment before smiling, “They’re perfect.”

The earrings are some of your finest work: small studs of a dragon with red datura flowers as the back piece that holds it to her ears. On the nose in terms of her history with Sylus? Yes. But maybe they'll jog her memory even just a bit.

“Where’d you get these? They’re gorgeous…” she gawks at the pieces and you fluster from both embarrassment and pride.

“I made them, sweetie. For you.”

“Why?”

“Because I thought you’d look pretty in them,” you state, and her cheeks goes red. “And as a precaution, since my boss doesn’t seem to be doing any of that.”

“Precaution?”

“They have built in trackers, which you can disable if you so please,” you add on once she gives you a look and tries to hand the gift back. “The trackers only exist so that if you press here, it’ll send a distress signal to me and only me. God knows what kind of nonsense the twins would pull if they had access to such information. And I know you wouldn’t trust my boss for such an emergency.”

As you explain to her, you think about the bracelets you’ve given the twins and the necklace you’ve given Sylus. They each function the same way. And sure, the twins mostly use theirs to fuck with you. And Sylus uses his to drag you out of your office when you’re buried in your projects or any other time he just wants to spend time with you.

You respond every time, even when you know that it’s more likely to be a nonemergency. Better safe than sorry. And besides, it always makes the boys smile; especially Sylus. Their smiles make whatever frivolous or tired journey you had to make well worth it.

One day, those smiles will be hers as well.

Shockingly, you’re slightly happy at the thought. Because Miss Hunter deserves a family after all she’s been through. She and Sylus deserve happiness and they’ll find that with each other. The twins will also find happiness with her in their lives.

You're simply not needed now that she's here.

“I really must get going. I have my own preparations to begin.”

“Preparations? Are you sure you’re not going to talk to your boss? Because your face says otherwise.”

What face?

You bring your hand up to your face, feeling the familiar furrowed brows and creases of your mouth. Were you truly so lost in thought, in bitterness, that your facial expression changed?

Her openness is rubbing off on me.

“Quiet, you.”

Her laugh follows you out the room until you close the door. You school your expression immediately, retreating to a place of comfort behind a mask of lies.

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[issybee06]

Hey i love your work! If you’re ok with it would you mind writing more headcanons for the viltrumite men? especially nolan and thragg 😮‍💨 you write them so good

Alien lovers

Yesssss ofc ofcccccc

Omgomgomg Viltrumite men are so UGHHHDHSHSB ST JSSHSFBNKDJKDGKKOFNKK

Long because I've been neglecting you all😔so sorry I'm back now tho

Imma ramble with this

Also! I won’t be doing Oliver in these until his older in the show, he’s still a baby rn so I’m sorry to anyone who wants him😔💔

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We ALLLL know Viltrumite men have like a “broke the scale” breeding kink, like, come on?

But how freaky are they….?

So….

RANKINGGGGGS

RANK 1- who's got the highest sex drive IN ORDER!? OHHHHHH

1. Thragg

Thragg might be the fucking WORST at hiding(he's never hiding) his breeding kink this this bro is THE BREEDING BULL OF THE FUCKING EMPIRE LIKE GUYS COME ON! Bro had THE MOST kids out of any Viltrumite and no it’s not just because of his little army it’s because this MAN IS FREAKY YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND!

2. Conquest

Bro is so fucking terrifying, like, I genuinely jumped out of my skin when I read him in the comics. BUT HES HOT! Like old man hot? If that makes sense? But like can you imagine how touch-starved this man probably is? Like if he gets a partner you can escape he's never letting you go. Like you're his? Why would he stop showing you how appreciative he is of you being his? Like you crazy? All day all night upside down in the sky. You get it EVERYDAY EVERYWHERE.

3. Kregg

Now now, he might have been ordered to reproduce but did he HAVE to take 11 wives?! Like bro you trying to hard🥲… I'm convinced he was a virgin and now that he's got some he's NEVER going back. He's probably so fucking new to this shit, knows absolutely nothing and you'll need to teach him everything but like a good little soldier he learns VERY quickly and will fucking TORTURE YOU. My man is a literal master at fucking interrogation and torture he's putting his sadistic side to use by destroying you.

Soft after tho cause he's a wet little meow meow pathetic man.

4. Nolan

This man, UGH THIS MAN WAS THE REASON THE AGE GAP BESTFRIENDS FATHER TROPE WAS MADEEEEEEE.

I'm so surprised this man only had two kids cause DEBBIE AND HIM WERE GOING HARD WELL INTO THEIR MARRIAGE! LIKE FUCK!

I think Debbie probably had a difficult pregnancy so they never tried for more but if his could have he would have had an army of babies. Like bros two jobs going to earth was conquer and breeding.

5. Mark

Ugh this subby subby man. He has a breeding kink trust but it’s just more suddle? Like he likes sex for sex but wants a baby? Like you with a round belly because of your union together and it’s creating a life? He adores you and a baby that was half of you? He’s IN LOVE.

6. Lucan

Omg I love Lucan such a sweet and caring husband. Like he defies his Grand Regents rule to only love and breed with one woman when he’s supposed to repopulate with multiple women? I love him so much he has my heart. He’s 6th because he didn’t seem to be overly concerned to have multiple children after his first, he was happy with one and then content with two. My love just a family man

RANK 2: HOW GOOD ARE THEY AS HUSBANDS?!

1. Lucan

AHHHHHHH THE BEST! Grand Regent Thragg said have multiple wives and he said “no I love my wife” and I LOVEEEEEE HIMMMMMM omg I love simp husbands

2. Mark

Marks a great guy, buttttttt seems like he’d be a terrible husband. Like he’d never cheat, that might kill him to do that to you, but he’d be absent. Like he’s a super hero and all so he’s gonna be gone A LOT buttttt when he’s home he’s totally on you all the time.

3. Nolan

Nolan is a terrible husband, he lies he hides things BUT watch how affectionate he was with Debbie shows that he would be a caring husband to his little mate. He wants to keep you happy and satisfied so that you continue popping out babies he doesn’t need you angry at him.

4. Kregg

Not gonna lie all Viltrumite men seem like bad husbands except for like two or three😔 but like Kregg? In the comics he does claim to love all his wives but like? Bad husband. You didn’t tell ANY of your wives you had multiple partners.

He is a good father tho, so I guess that’s why he’s 4th

5. Conquest

Shocker that I didn’t put my Husband Thragg here? I’m not. Conquest seems like he’d be like the worst spouse but at the same time I see him as someone who would do anything to keep his mate happy. He wants her to stay, she’s like his only companion. He’s terrible, will be toxic and hide you away.

6. Thragg

Sigh…no matter how Occ I can make him in my fics this man will always be a piece of shit in canon💔 like married to Thragg might be your worst nightmare he does not care about you only then procreation I’m so sorry to break your hearts

RANK 3: HOW GOOD ARE THEY WITH KIDS?!

1. Mark

Already showing great promise and parental energy with Oliver, has a lot to learn but he seems like he’d be a great father to any children that might come.

2. Lucan

Perfect man I love him. He is so kind and patient with his son ong I love him so much.

3. Kregg

Kregg might be a bad husband but he is truly is a great father to his children. He seems like hed do anything for his kids and I respect that.

4. Nolan

😬

Touch and go right here like he seemed like a great dad to Mark when he was growing up until he got his powers and the whole…uh…incident happened lmao. He did seem distant but still like? A good ish dad? Better than most? Idk

5. Thragg

He’s ONLY higher then Conquest because of one panel with his daughter, other then that he’s like a reallyyyyyy shitty dad and should not have had kids

6. Conquest

Really depends on his mental state like I lowkey feel like he’d eat the baby.

Orrrrr he’d be super loving. Like that’s his baby? A part of him? Something he created and didn’t destroy?

RANK 4: AFFECTION

1. Mark

Totally the most cuddly of the Viltrumites cause like? He wasn’t raised to hate emotions? He wants to show you he adores you? He’d shower you with love and kisses and bring you presents for no reason. He feels bad he leaves you alone all the time so when he’s home he’s all over you

2. Lucan

My darling man. He’s soft with you but is still closed off, he’s still learning to be affectionate with you but he’d be the first of the Viltrumite men from Viltrum to cave and be soft with you. He’d bring you a lot of gifts, so many you wouldn’t know what to do with them and then he’d bring more. I think one if the main reasons he got a job was to spoil his little mate. He adores you

3. Nolan

He is canonically a caring husband, a liar and an ass? Yes. But he was very loving to Debbie before he turned. He literally got her a whole tree when they were dating thinking that it was better than flowers and wanted her to have the best. He kisses her and hugs her and is very touchy and affectionate with no care if who’s watching like he wasn’t raised ready to jump on her in front of their son. He not around, yes, but when he is he’s making up for lost time.

4. Kregg

No idea how he is with his wives, we don’t really get a lot about that but he does admit to loving them all. I see him as being very stiff, he’s a General in the Empire and knows no sort of comfort, but he’d try for you. He wouldn’t hold your hand, no, but he’d let you wrap your arms around his bicep. He’d glare at other men and kiss your cheek but he wouldn’t hold still he iffy about too much pda.

5. Thragg

I think if he actually tried like the other Viltrumites and go to earth to live among humans he wouldn’t have such a large stick up his ass. He’d be blunt, scary and standing over you like he’s going to eat you but he cares? Kinda? He will not touch you in public, maybe a hand on your lower back or on the back of your neck. It’s control. He wants everyone to know you belong to him. Maybe you might get a gift, a prize he gained from planets he conquered. Something he thinks you’d like because he likes it, not that you’d like.

6. Conquest

Honest to god can not see this man be anything other than sadistic to you. He is all about power, loves the case, will have a predator/prey type relationship with his partner. If he happens to show care and love, it’s very rare. It will take a longgggg time for him to actually show you he cares for you.

Hope you enjoyed! More to come!

[ryuzakemo128]

Murder

Pairing: Poly141 x Beta! Combat Medic! Female Reader

Content Warnings: Swearing, Beta! Combat Medic Female reader's callsign is Magpie, disabilities, Depression is explored, and bisexuality erasure is explored too. Female masturbation.

Note: I will be depicting the female reader as at least bisexual. If you don't like that. I suggest that you leave now and find something else to read. No. I won't change my mind on that bisexual part.

To live is to be ready and willing to die. To collapse inside yourself like a wilful song. Ready to leave into the soil neath your feet and to fixate on what you might leave behind. For better or for worse. People examine the good parts of people and only the good parts of them are ever seen by a large amount of people.

People assume things based on what they see, what they hear and what they learn. You should know this by now that lost souls drift away forevermore. You didn’t take the warnings seriously. You never did and you never will.

“If you knew what was out there, you wouldn’t have been so smug about that comment.” You remarked glaring at him. “Another foolish mistake like that? Well, I’ll make sure you redo all of basic training one painful step at a time.”

“Do me a favour, get up off your fucking arse and leave me alone.” You growled into his ear. You didn’t think it would have affected him in any ‘meaningful’ manner. You were just tired of all his bullshit excuses.

You pushed him away, but he didn’t let you go afterwards. Did you really think you could get away with growling in his ear like that? Really love? What on earth were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all?

“I heard worse from men who pretend to be alphas. Your insults and actions prove more about you than it does about me. So, do us both this one delightful favour, turn around, step out that door, and leave me the fuck alone, or I will make sure you learn the real meaning of pain.” You continued to speak, your hand is clenched, and your knuckles are turning a different shade from the stress.

“You can’t take what’s not actually there to begin with. You really think someone would date a beta? The fuck you on?” you didn’t believe a word he said. None of it.

If you were to die alone. Then so be it. You’d die alone inside your shark covered nest in goose feathers. Unwanted by everyone around you. People always leave you. Why hold onto them if they only deem you as temporary?

Price knew of the rough break-up, he didn’t think you’d be changed by it, by you were, a cheating partner does that to someone, especially to someone like yourself. A beta. Loyal. Honest. All to a fault. To your marrow. Down deep buried within your soul.

The conversation over the phone to your ex-boyfriend took the last parts, the last licks of energy you had for the day. Much to the dismay of someone like Soap. Who decided to worm his way to your office, he heard, “You are lucky we didn’t bring a fucking child into this relationship. I would have made sure you wouldn’t see them. Ever!” you growled through the phone. The landline cord wrapped around your knuckles like a priest’s rosary during a prayer.

The clenched fist tightened further, borderline on the verge of letting your own sharp nails dig through your own flesh. To allow the blood to drip down slowly down your tense forearm.

You didn't know what he thought he could get by trying to get under your skin like that. It pissed you off easier than anything Soap or Ghost has ever done. Nothing could come close to what he did to you or the phone calls he makes straight to your office. Always managed to get your new office number.

You were fucking yourself relentlessly that night afterwards, Price interrupted when dildo had slid easily inside you. He ultimately decided the best thing for you is the real thing. It explained the discreet packages he saw the last fortnight.

You didn’t think he would take any notice to them whatsoever. You didn’t think he’d even find out either. That’s thing about you. You tend to clean up before anyone notices anything had gone awry in the first place.

Things would have to be skewed enough for you to leave a large enough mess behind. Rare in its occurrence. You would sooner drown than ever ask for help.

Price pulled the dildo from deep inside your cunt with a loud, wet pop. The sudden emptiness made you gasp and your legs quiver. Your naked body glistened with a thin layer of sweat. Your hands were a surgeon’s.

Soft, smooth, silky, precise, meticulous, and the remnants of saline solution you never been able to wash off. No matter how many times you did. This is what your touch felt like. It’s what it smelt like most of the time. Saved more lives than he would be able to count on both hands. Feet included if he wanted to be extra pedantic about it.

You saw more gunfire, combat zones, wounded, and bloodshed than necessary. Far more, more or less according to anyone with enough common sense. Started at sixteen, Price met you two years after you enlisted at sixteen too. Though you had more of a waiting period than he did. 16 months minimum to be more exact.

He hasn’t forgotten how you saved his arse the first time, restarted his heart by more or less punching him in the chest, yelling, “Who the fuck do you think you are? What the fuck do you think you’re doing dying like that?”

Nikolai hasn’t stopped thinking about it either. A young woman, barely in her twenties with enough anger to kickstart a heartbeat again? The kind of anger that would have or should have gotten her killed. But you weren’t. Your skills were more than a little ‘useful’ to say the least.

He approached you afterwards, after things were all said and done. “He owed me 20 pounds. Didn’t want him to think he could get out of paying me back by dying.” You stated.

Nikolai looked at Price’s facial expression, which is a mix of dumfounded amusement, shock and a little turned on by you. Not that he would ever admit that you did that to him at the time. It would be more or less like pulling teeth from a reluctant patient.

Now here he stands in your nest forty minutes after your intense conversation with your ex-boyfriend. Someone, Soap hated by the look of things, especially whenever he wedged himself between him and you.

Now that he is no longer in the picture? Price knew exactly what you needed, what you wanted, and most of the time you didn’t need to say a thing. You didn’t have to look up to see his smug grin on his face. You knew it was there. There wasn’t any point in pointing it out now was there?

He had the audacity to lean against your nest’s door frame, you didn’t know what he was going to say to you now. You weren’t going to lie, you were a little nervous to hear what he might say. Not from embarrassment. No. You never got embarrassed. That was never a prime ‘feature’ of yours.

Soap lingered around the door, pretending not to be aroused by how you masturbated in frustration only moments ago. It always fascinated him that you went straight to that instead of punching something. He makes a mental note to join you later.

Because in Soap's mind. 'What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours'. Who knows...maybe he'll even drag Simon and Kyle to make sure you're too fucked out of your mind to even remember that you even had that bitch of an ex to begin with.

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune

[guiltyandashamed]

headcannons: heads up game night

Playing Heads Up with the brothers of the House of Lamentation is exactly as chaotic, competitive, and entertaining as you’d expect. You’d barely explained the rules—placing your D.D.D. against your forehead with the topic showing for everyone else to describe—before everyone started bickering about teams and competed to be your partner.

Lucifer

He initially sighs, arms crossed, claiming he has better things to do than play party games. But when you hold the D.D.D. up and the first word is “classical music,” he casually gives you a perfectly worded hint, and you get it right in seconds. After that, he lingers. Pretends it’s beneath him, but subtly stays involved and ends up giving scarily precise clues, so exact it feels like cheating. He’s a surprisingly strong teammate if you can convince him to stick around.

Mammon

Immediately calls dibs on being your partner. He’s loud, animated, and hilariously bad at staying within the rules. Instead of giving clues, he’ll blurt out “You know! The guy with the hat--I can’t say his name?!” and then sulk if you don’t get it fast enough. If someone else is giving you better clues, he gets pouty and insists you’re “only supposed to listen to him.” But his enthusiasm is unmatched, and he’s the one who begs to play round after round.

Leviathan

He gets way too into it. The moment the topic is anime, video games, or obscure trivia, he transforms into a competitive beast, rattling off descriptions like he’s hosting a livestream quiz show. But if the topic is something normie like “fashion” or “sports,” he goes blank and mutters, “Why would I know this?” before sinking into the couch. He still plays, but with heavy judgment unless the topic is something in his wheelhouse.

Satan

Loves the game but is obnoxiously good at it. His clues are always annoyingly intellectual “This figure was historically known for—” and you’re just there like “...uh, Napoleon?” He adjusts his strategy depending on who’s guessing, which makes him a useful partner. He’s competitive but doesn’t gloat, just gives you that sly smile when you get it right and the others groan. He’ll deny it, but he’s having more fun than he lets on.

Asmodeus

Plays for the drama. He gasps, flails, and screams clues in the most flamboyant way possible. “Darling! It’s that thing I wore last Tuesday—the sparkly one with the—YES, THAT ONE!” He lives for the moments when you guess right and cheers like you just won a crown. He’s not always the most helpful clue-giver, but he’s the most entertaining. Also takes tons of selfies mid-game and insists it’s for “capturing the memories” but really he's getting blackmail fuel.

Beelzebub

Earnest and gentle with his clues. If the word is food-related, you’ll get it in an instant. “It’s round, it’s cheesy, I eat five at once.” Easy. Outside of that, he tries his best, thinking hard and describing things slowly, carefully. If he’s guessing, he’ll tilt his head, thinking with his whole chest, even if he’s hilariously off. “Is it… a dragon sandwich?” Still, he’s so sweet and focused, it’s impossible not to cheer for him.

Belphegor

Had to be dragged into the game. He’s lying across the couch like a corpse, barely raising his head. At first he acts like it’s a bother, but when he starts giving cryptic, clever clues in his half-asleep voice and you still guess them right, he smirks. “See? I’m helpful even when I’m asleep.” He doesn’t say much during rounds, but he’ll make a sarcastic comment afterward that leaves everyone laughing.

By the end of the night, you’ve cycled through every topic imaginable—Devildom flora, human world celebrities, demon lords, magical creatures—and everyone’s wide awake, louder and more engaged than before. Lucifer is shaking his head, but not leaving. Mammon is still demanding a rematch. Levi’s typing up score stats. Satan’s already sorting the decks by category. Asmo’s recapping his favorite moments like it’s an awards show. Beel is offering snacks, and Belphie has somehow dozed off mid-round. It’s messy. Loud. Competitive. But undeniably a perfect night in the House of Lamentation.

[heaven4lostgirls]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, I missed u bestie!!

today my request, if you chose to take it, is a Sirius x FEM or gnreader that has a toxic friend (relatable), that is friends with them one moment but when someone 'more interesting' then y/n comes along they don't really talk to them that much. but when toxic friend needs comfort and goes to y/n, y/n gives it and they leave again. Y/n isn't completely oblivious but she/they are so kind and forgiving that they keep giving them comfort and being they're friend.

Sirius can't stand seeing his girlfriend/partner getting emotionally hurt every time, so when he finds out reader knows the friend is toxic and still cares for them, he goes ham on the friend.

(Has this happened to me? yes. Was I exactly like reader? yes. Am I still doing it? no. Am I projecting? maybe. but also want everyone to know they don't have an obligation to be friends with a toxic person.) (also sorry this was long)

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: request above!

warnings: swearing, bad friends and bullying through friendships

word count: 1.5k

author's note: hii lovie! i missed you too! thank you for this request! i had so much fun writing this, i've been in this same position so i know how it is but i'm so thankful for the friends i have now. i hope you're okay and you've cut friends like this out of your life. if any of you want someone to talk to, my dms or asks are always open for a chat.

“Who was on the phone?” Sirius questions as you make your way back into the lounge after ending the call.

You smile weirdly at him, hesitation flooding through your system before you shrug, “Just a friend.” You reply, moving to cuddle up next to him on the sofa.

He raises a brow in curiosity, “Ellie? Alex?” he prompts you out of curiosity. You grimace, biting at your lip before turning to look at him.

“It was Y/F/N” you admit, watching as Sirius’ face cycles through emotions, shock, distaste and lastly blank.

You hate when he does this—locking you out—it makes you feel like he can’t talk to you, like he sees you as some random stranger that he doesn’t trust instead of his partner that he knows and loves.

“What did they want?” he asks, careful and controlled in tone as he looks over your face.

You shrug, “Broke up with their partner and wanted to vent I guess, didn’t really get the full story” you say with a pained smile.

Sirius huffs in annoyance, “Why’d you pick up the phone?” he asks, trying not to sound confrontational but he can’t help the fact that every time your friend reaches out, it ends up with you in Sirius’ lap with tears down your face.

“I thought they wanted to talk” you whisper, the hum of the silence in your home starting to feel like a weight on your chest.

You know you’re lying. They never call you to talk, it’s always something that’s gone wrong in their lives and they need someone to talk to when they’ve ruined every other friendship they’ve ever had but you’re too naïve to think every time their name lights up your phone that something will have changed and they’ll have actually grown to care for you.

“What did they say?” Sirius asks, interrupting your train of thought.

Your mouth twists into a frown, eyes growing distant. “They said something about cheating—a mistake apparently—I don’t know if it was from them or their partner but-" you huff.

“I feel bad,” you acquiesce with a sulky expression “they have nobody else to talk to this about, I’m their only friend” you say.

Sirius’ expression darkens.

“You know how I feel about them so I’m not going to lie and tell you that I think it’s a good idea to invite them back into your life,” Sirius says as he places a comforting hand on your own “But I’m also going to ask you to maybe have a think about why they have no other friends and why you think you deserve to be treated the way they treat you given their track record?” he sorrowfully remarks, his tone apologetic.

Grey eyes track your face as your eyes grow misty, thinking about passive aggressive remarks made to pull you down, cancelled plans whenever someone more favourable came around and heated arguments that left you questioning your self-worth.

“I just thought they liked me,” you whisper, voice catching.

Sirius’ expression crumples as you sniff harshly when tears grow in your eyes.

“You’re alright love,” he quickly mutters, pulling you into his arms as you tears start to trail down your cheeks.

It’s not the ugly sobbing you’re usually being comforted about but instead a hollow kind of sadness that has made home deep within the roots of your being.

Years and years of wasted time all accumulating to this one moment where you actually have someone to remind you that you don’t have to be the punching bag or doormat you’ve conditioned yourself to become.

“You’re not mad at me for picking up the phone?” you whisper into Sirius’ t-shirt.

He scoffs, chest vibrating under your cheek before a small kiss is placed onto your head.

“Not mad at you lovie, just think you ought to be reminded of how lovely you are now and then” he says softly as a hand rubs up and down your back.

You inhale his scent, familiar notes of his cologne and aftershave washing over you as your breathing evens out and tears dry before you move to sit next to him on the couch again.

“I think I should probably send them a message,” you say, looking to Sirius for his opinion.

He shrugs, watching you fondly, “If that’s what you want to do, that’s you decision to make.” He affirms.

You nod, “Just to say I don’t want to be friends anymore yeah?  That would be the mature route” you mumble to yourself, hands nervously opening your phone to type out the name to a familiar contact.

The text message history is a painful reminder of the one-sided friendship maintained by yourself.

Unanswered text threads, one sided celebratory greetings and call logs that are woefully unbalanced.

You blow out a breathe, shuffling to lean against Sirius for comfort before you start typing.

Sirius wraps his arm around you, reading over your shoulder as you type out the message.

‘Hey Y/F/N,

I’m sorry to hear about your break-up but I don’t think I’m in a position where I feel comfortable maintaining a friendship with you for the foreseeable future. I hope nothing but the best for you in the future but please don’t contact me again.’

You hesitate before pressing send, hand shaking in small tremors as Sirius squeezes you encouragingly.

You hit the send button before turning your phone off, turning to hide your face in Sirius’ neck as you let out a breath.

“Feeling alright?” Sirius murmurs into your hair and you nod slowly.

“I’m happy I did it, it made me feel so anxious thinking about seeing them again.” You admit and Sirius makes an odd cooing noise as he wraps you in his arms as you both snuggle on the sofa.

It’s only about 30 minutes later when your phone starts to light up with notifications one after another that you’re both disrupted from the TV show on screen.

You reach over to grab your phone as you watch messages roll in one after another from Y/F/N.

They’re volatile, hateful and mean and just about everything you knew they were but never expected they’d say to your face.

Insults on your appearance, that you’re a bad friend and that they should have known that you’d turn out to be a piece of shit like all the rest of them.

As you read, you detach yourself from Sirius, scrolling through the multitude of messages in stages of shock and grief.

When one makes you lift your hand to your mouth in disbelief, Sirius confiscates your phone, tugging it out of your hand and reading through the messages himself.

His expression grows darker the more he reads, glowering at your phone as he watches as they tear every piece of your self-worth to shreds.

It’s only when they result to calling you that Sirius gets a truly evil look on his face, without a second thought he picks up the phone as he darts away from your pleading expression and outstretched hands.

“Wrong person,” he laughs into the call without humour. There’s yelling that filters through the speaker even though Sirius has the phone off speaker-mode and held to his ear.

“Ah ah, now that’s not very nice now is it?” He says fakely, expression growing dark the more Y/F/N speaks.

“I don’t actually give a fuck what you think she owes you” Sirius mutters darkly. “In fact, I think you owe her, years of her life spent trying to help a charity case like you?” he grins as he speaks, obviously hearing the insulted response from down the line.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a friend,” Sirius growls down the line, huffing in annoyance when he’s interrupted “uh uh, still talking. Shut up and listen for once in your life because maybe something I say will stick in that dumb fucking brain of yours” he hisses, voice poisonous and dark that even you grow still where you sit.

“Maybe this is a sign to do some self-reflection about why you somehow think that everyone else in the world has it out for you when in reality you’re a soul sucking, life ruining piece of shit that poisons everyone they touch” he insists as his expression grows in delight at the silence on the other end of the phone.

“You’re an awful person that nobody wants to be around because you ruin anything good that happens to you. You think you’ve just had a bad history with shit friends? Maybe check the common denominator, how many times is someone going to have to leave you before you realise that you’re the problem?” he laughs without humour.

“Grow the fuck up and get some help. Don’t call this number again if you know what’s good for you” Sirius asserts finally before hanging up the call.

You sit stock still on the couch, eyes wide as you watch Sirius blow out a breath, swinging out his hands by his sides.

“Well then,” he says with a small smile “seems like that’s handled then.” He smirks.

You gape at him, “You’re insane.” You snort.

Sirius shrugs with a smile, walking back to the couch to sit next to you with an enamoured expression.

[makorragal-312]

Okay.

So this might be an unpopular opinion (or maybe not), but as a bi woman, I would be fucking PISSED if Buck and Eddie ended up kissing or hooking up during the bachelor party.

[dailyhtfboards]

Day 47

Today’s board is:

It’s been so long since we’ve had a Giggles board!! Here she is, quite well rested.

(From TV episode 12A I’ve Got You Under my Skin)

[dorkycreature-89]

"stella was almost right in hitting and trying to kill stolas because he cheated in their bed!!!!"

ignoring the fact that it has been stated that the two never even loved each other and it has literally been shown that stella was abusive in the whole goddamn marriage i know for a fact y'all bitches wouldn't be saying this if the genders were reversed. be so fr

[coquelicoq]

fmk is so hard because i never want to marry any of them. i get that that's how it works and i don't want to kill people either (or fuck them??? aroaceacidal represent ig) but marrying people even in the realm of thought experiments is so hard to wrap my mind around that it makes the game quite stressful. there is only one person i've ever wanted to marry and that person is fictional character meng zhi from nirvana in fire. from now on i am only playing fmk under the stipulation that he can be one of the three people.

[genericpuff]

Hey so uhh about the Kawacy vampire comic my friend apparently is a fan and they said that it isn't grooming because the usual "He only loves her when she's an adult" and say that he also protect her from "actual predators"

[mars-ipan]

tbh i think the number one most important thing about jealousy in a relationship is trust. i think you can be as jealous as you want so long as you have trust in the fact that your partner would not lie to you and is devoted enough to you to remain faithful to you. jealous people only attack the people they see as “threats” to their relationship because at the end of the day they don’t trust their partner to stick with them. that could stem from a personal insecurity or having been burned before but at the end of the day the issue is not the third party but instead their own lack of faith in their partner

[righteousdelusions]

your weakness and unwillingness to ask for what you deserve has condemned you to a life of dissatisfaction

[evadingreallife]

I was at a friends place for dinner tonight and i had one of the most surreal conversations of my life with her brother about whether or not you should hypothetically forgive and accept a partner cheating on you

[lilac-set]

Hello monogamous people. Genuine question: why does cheating suck?