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elsa-fogen · 10 months ago

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Oh, Husk and Alastor?

Their dynamic is also pretty interesting, they kinda feel like two people who everyone thinks gets along great and are the best of friends. While in reality their friendship is fueled but a fire born from their hatred. They just have many decent moments and have a easy time understanding each other, through they often use that information to serve a selfish endeavor.

Like Alastor would mess with Husk, tease him and Husk would tell Al to get his act together so that he(Husk) doesn't have to deal with some sort of fallout (ref. when Mimzy comes by)

In general, I feel like they do get along really well, but they are in no way friends. Kinda like how you can get along well with your boss, but wouldn't really consider them a friend. And you wouldn't really want them to involve themselves in your life, but that doesn't stop Alastor. (Social conversions? What's that)

This also makes me curious, wonder what kind of dynamic Husk has with Rosie, or rather, how do you think Rosie sees Husk? Just like a pet Alastor has? Or does she actually see the person that is there? (Leaning more towards her not really seeing Husk more than a errand boy or pet of Alastor)

Though it would be fun if the first time Husk meet Rosie he thought that she might actually be willing to help him because she gives of the energy of being a very kind person around people she cares about (aka Alastor). So he tries to talk to her without Alastor present and he finally understands how they get along so well, they are both the same kind of crazy ᵔᵜᵔ

So, um- what are your thoughts on the dynamic between Alastor and Husk?

HEEEHEHHE YOU GOT ME A REASON TO TALK ABOUT MY FRESH HEADCANON ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIPS

OKAY SO!!

I saw a theory that Husk had children when he was alive. Keep that in mind, it's a secret tool we wanna use later

So, little bit about Alastor. He is not the guy who owns many souls. In fact, he doesn't own any (well... i have some headcanons, but it's for another time). The only soul he has is Niffty, and she's... she's whole another level.

So one day Alastor get's Husk's soul in posession and he has no idea what to do with him. Their contract is basically "you'll have to do anything i order you" but it doesn't set any boundaries for Husk. So he can insult Alastor, argue with him and so on. The only thing he cant is to try to kill Alastor, but it's obvious.

So, Alastor's just... drags him around, and Husk has to just be there all the time, and watch Alastor do stupid shit without thinking, being manipulated by Mimzy into some shenanigans and so on, because he's too powerful, kinda don't afraid of anything and little bit unhinged. And Husk is trying to be that voice of sanity for Alastor (and maybe Niffty). Like in canon, he tries to warn Alastor about Mimzy nd at some point seems genuinely worried about him. Just a bit. And also, in that scene in final song, when Alastor appears again, Husk doesn't seem happy but still goes for group hug.

I think he sees Alastor as a child he has to babysit, but the child is so spoiled, that he doesn't give a shit about his warnings. Maybe Al reminds him of his own children at some degree. And so Husk is attached to Alastor in some weird unhealthy way, he cares about him and tries to protect, even if it pointless.

The worst part of it is that Alastor doesn't see him more than funny fluffy cat-guy-pet. He almost never takes him seriously and doesn't listen to what he says. So Husk may try to reach out to Rosie, to make her to reason with Alastor. But she's basiclly "i could fix him, but whatever is wrong with him is way funnier". I think she listens to Husk's worries about another Alastor's scheme, but she also trusts Alastor? I mean, she belives that he'll be fine. But if something seems to dangerous, she can agree and talk to Alastor.

After all, Husk was an overlord, and i think Rosie could know him before he made a deal with Alastor. So, i think she doesn't think of Husk as just Al's pet, she knows who he is. After all, not every sinner can become an overlord. But still,

So, last thing. I saw that one comic where after episode 5 Alastor admits that Husk was right about Mimzy and i really love this thought. I think Alastor also likes Husk's presence at some degree. Maybe they could build something healtier, maybe Alastor, after losing part of his powers, would listen to Husk more. But still it's all fucked up while Alastor owns his soul.

And also, i'd really love to see something of just Alastor, Husk and Niffty getting into some shenanigans together, this would be so much fun. Al and Niff who are just 2 unhinged gremlins and Husk who's done with their shit, but still cares about them and can't just leave, and it's not because of the deal. Like i imagine when husk is trying to reason with Alastor that he's about do something stupid and dangerous and Alastor's like well i don't force you to follow us this time, but Husk still goes with them because who else would watch after these two idiots?

So i think, i get your point about them!

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fankhx-invasion · 2 years ago

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Coffee and Whiskey

Peter Criss, The Catman/ Reader, mentions of alcohol, smoking, shotgunning, drugs as per usual

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You were once again, all alone, sitting at the bar in a bustling club, sipping a glass of ice cold water. You were irritated, of course you were, you had the right to be! Your friends dragged you out here and got drunk off their asses and they're acting like complete fools. The loud music accompanied by handsy people were mixing together into a foul cocktail, completely ruining your evening and giving you a headache. You weren't too keen on drinking alcohol either, didn't enjoy the after effects, so you were more than happy to deal with water.

You turned around in your seat, doing a quick scan over the crowd to find those lunatics you called friends, spotting one in the lap of some strangely-dressed man in orange. 'Good for them,' you thought, turning back to the bar and letting out a small sigh. You took your glass and firmly set it down, looking to the bartender.

"I'm done. I'm going to take a walk." you muttered, getting out from your seat and taking your jacket with you.

The club itself was pretty big, had some sort of funky name, one you couldn't remember well. The walls had decals along them, some looking like cats and the rest were something else entirely. Maybe there was some deeper, hidden meaning, but you wouldn't bother looking into it. There was a set of stairs leading up, but to where? Who knew. You didn't really give a shit what it was. It was none of your business, as far as you were concerned. You continued your stroll around the place, stopping to lean against a wall.

"Don't look too happy," a voice spoke up beside you, making you jump in place.

A man, almost six feet tall it seemed, was leaning against the wall, green eyes fixated on you. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips, a fluffy green coat, silver and black clothing with platform heels to match, and the strangest display of makeup adorning his face. He blew a ring of emerald smoke toward you, chuckling when your eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment, confusion washing over you.

"What's your name, beautiful?" He questioned, amused when you found it difficult to form words and answer him. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

You tried looking away from him, you wanted to walk on, tell him to fuck off, maybe grab another drink, but something, you couldn't quite put your finger on, was keeping you held in place. It was almost as if his mere presence was keeping you there, in absolute awe of the man. He was quite entertained, licking his painted lips and beckoning you closer until you were chest to chest. He took a slow and thoughtful draft of his cigarette, his free hand holding you by the waist and the other lifting your chin up. You let your eyes flutter close, lips parted just enough, feeling his just barely touch yours, and the quiet exhale of smoke filled your lungs. It tasted of coffee and something else sweet and addicting. You wanted more of that taste, leaning forward to kiss his lips, arms moving to hook around his neck and keep him close to you.

He grinned, letting out a purr of satisfaction. "Good kitty~"

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#kiss band #peter criss imagine #peter criss x reader #peter criss #the catman #kiss fanfiction #writing #shotgunning

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baahsu · 1 year ago

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SIGH ITS ME LOCAL VSCEST WHORE BACK AGAIN. neways my minds fr like a fishbowl rn bc my one braincell keeps swimming back n forth btwn thinking about "yoniji dog and cat dynamic" and "super possessive of his all his siblings ichiji" but since you urself made the "craving manhandling yoniji" post ill give you my silly strange little thoughts on that one first. but know that possessive ichiji is also coming sometime soon bc he makes me crazy lmao

SO as we all know, yonji is very much puppy coded, but what we DONT know/talk enough about is how cat coded niji is. like i'm confident that mf would start purring if you pet his head n carded your fingers thru his hair

so cat and dog dynamic, already great, but now it's YONIJI where the puppy is like a head taller than the cat and the puppy loves the cat very much and wants to carry the cat around like a fancy handbag and wants to make the cat see stars (in more ways then one ;]) and this whole time the cat is like "🤬😡😾🙄" bc like. yeah niji feels the same way but GOD yonji you are a literal '''''emotionless''''' prince AND soldier please stfu you are embarrassing him 😭😭

yonjis the one who'll pull any of his siblings into his lap whenever he wants to, even in front of soldiers/staff bc A. hes physically affectionate and B. he just. can. lol (what are 0123 gonna do?? physically overpower him when theyre LITERALLY in his lap??? maybe sanji could if he was desperate but thats abt it fagagfaaghwf and if any soldier/staff member made a comment abt it they'd just fuckin die lol)

AND yonji likes doing this to niji the most bc the others just dgaf about it (ichiji doesnt mind- a chair is a chair- this one just happens to want its hands wrapped around his waist, reiju finds it cute and endearing, and sanji might've been tense about it at first but after a while he just melted into it bc ZAMN hes touch starved) but niji VERY MUCH gives a fuck about it. he gets sooo flustered and red in the face- twisting in yonjis lap and banging his fists against yonjis head n chest and shrieking "let me go you fucking ape!" in a voice an octave higher than usual. yonji is simply sitting there like "😊😊😊" bc his ass is NOT listening. hes prolly lost in his head thinking about how hard hes gonna be fucking niji within the next 3 minutes if he doesnt stop that damn squirming.

ALSO fitting cat and dog dynamic methinks- yonji bites. affectionately. like ofc he does hickeys and claim marks but sometimes he'll just go up to niji or any of 0123 and (lightly, gently) bite them somewhere on their arm or shoulder or finger to be affectionate. (is this me projecting?? maybee <3<3) niji, resident cat who finds biting as a challenge, does NOT fucking get it and goes "??!?!? motherfucker WHAT?!?!" everytime it happens. 013 understand that its meant to b affectionate but instead of telling niji this they simply watch this interaction go down whenever it happens bc its Really Fucking Funny

and to end it out, obviously yoniji fuck like animals in heat, too. yonji with the doggy style and deep growls in nijis ear and the (strong, heavy) bites that draw blood all along his neck and thighs. and niji with nails that leave scratches all along yonjis skin and whos back can arch better than any cats and who sure as hell ACTS like a cat by constantly whining and complaining the whole time during sex abt yonji smothering him with affection but the second yonji sighs n eases up on em niji immediately goes "!! what the Fuck do you love me or not??!?!". yonji quickly realizes that sometimes the best thing to do is just shove some fingers in his mouth to get him to stfu :)))

OKAY and fin lol. they are so silly yet hot together. goofy whores, even. they make each other better AND worse. i love them.

-J.J c(:

No no no but this is so good?? So accurate?? Even the little details?? Ichiji doesn't mind yonji putting him on his lap because it's just another seat to him?? Yonji's ready to murder someone if they say shit about what he's doing?? Everyone's amused at how much of a dumbass niji is?? I LOVE IT ALL

Cat and dog dynamic just fits so perfectly for yoniji it's crazy!!

Yonji is that mix of being a huge dog that doesn't realize it grew too much and of being a huge dog that's pretty much aware it grew and it's making the most out of it. He's constantly craving physical affection, you can see it in his eyes and in his figurative tail that's constantly wagging as he trails behind his siblings, the catch is that if they ignore him he can just manhandle them all, toss them over his shoulders and plop them on his lap when he gets to a couch

Then there's niji, only outwardly accepting physical affection on his own terms, but making a scene if he gets ignored for too long. He's always threading that line of "I hate you, leave me alone" and "I hate you slightly less today, come cuddle me"

So when you put them together it's just hilarity overload. Niji has no chance against yonji, he can't fight him, can't overpower him, he can't barely even move when yonji got his arms around him (even worse when yonji gets his whole body on top of him). But it's obvious to everyone niji secretly loves it, he feels yonji's weight and warmth and the way he mercilessly pounds into him and he just purrs and whines uncontrollably

I also think ichiji's kinda like a cat too, except he's the type that just sits there on his own, judging everyone and just takes it if someone decides to do something to him. And by someone I mean yonji and reiju, if it's niji or sanji his other side comes out and he'd much rather tease them for being needy

#I'll patiently wait here for the ichiji brainrot bc i know it'll be good #vinsmokecest

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fagpulp · 1 year ago

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starting an o.ff fic teehee a little bit of it below haha

Excerpt from Sugar Cats News, circa 1961:

“Last night, West Bismark, known baseball protege and model, Valentin Vader aka “The Batter”, was arrested after bludgeoning and beating small-time crook, Everett Smirk. Mr.Smirk was presumably caught trespassing by Vader, and subsequently beaten as a result. Local police had little to comment, but our reporters managed to grab the excerpt listed below:

“”It’s sadistic is what it is, playing judge and jury like that. Noone should extend the hand of the law with their own. Mr.Smirk should be alive tonight.””

Mrs.Vader, otherwise known as Eloha Vader, and her son Hugo were seen cowering in the doorway as Valentin was taken away. Readers, I can only imagine how shaken they must be, how frightening it is to know your own husband and father turned out to be a bloodthirsty killer. My condolences for this broken family. May justice come down on Mr.Vader the same way he did on his victim(s?).”

Damn ‘em, damn them to shit and fire and hell-

“I’d stop yanking on those cuffs of yours, Mr. Vader. You’re supposed to have calmed down by now. Imagine what the bosses will say.” Says that therapist who’s been so goddamned coy from the start. Valentin yanks again, then goes into a slouch.

“They hurt my wrists.”

“They’re cuffs, what did you expect? Take the medicine, act happy, no more cuffs; Just like promised.” He slides the accursed bottle to the front of his desk and gestures at it. “They aren’t going to let you just do what you want, you know?” He says. Valentin thinks he’s fighting off a smile, but if he says that he’ll just… get the drugs doubled, or something.

“They hurt my head.”

“You barely take them, of course-”

“They make me dizzy and they make me tired. I can’t take ‘em.” He retorts.

They’ve had this argument before, and they’ll have it again if no one understands that they hurt him-

“ We aren’t changing them, Mr.Vader. Not until there is improvement-” The therapist is cut off as Valentin yanks on the cuffs hard and loud. “-and until you can get it together.” He leans back in his stuffy chair and crosses his stuffy arms.

“That’s the deal, that’s the situation. Like it, or no more stardom; nothing.” He spits some on the ‘th’. “Now, I’m going to give you these, and you’re going to get-”

Valentin rubs his wrists as he strolls down the desolate sidewalk. Why couldn’t he be sent somewhere nice… maybe Joas. Joas would have hedges and at the least, street lamps that didn’t flicker.

But no.

He’s in Vesper and he’s being thrown around by Enoch’s men like cats do a bird, and he’s going to keep being thrown around until he can’t stand.

Damn ‘em to shit and fire and whatever else they’d hate.

Valentin turns the bottle around in his hand, over and over. Maybe the next time he read the label it’d be different and the pills inside wouldn’t make his stomach turn sour… maybe the next corner he turned would be to his house, to his wife and kid.

But no.

His kid is sick in some high quality hospital and his wife is in a different house that she won’t tell him about. Few months makes a hell of a difference; press isn't on his tail, his wife and child are off places unknown, and he’s getting on a train to an empty house.

“Hey, I know you from somewhere, don’t I?”

Valentin grits his teeth and shifts his head towards the voice. If it’s another brown nosing reporter, he swears he’ll lose it.

“Zacharie?” Relief. A friend in this hell.

Valentin met Zacharie at agame of his in ‘57. He was leaving through the back and Zacharie was selling half priced, off brand baseball cards to eager spectators. They must’ve gotten along because of their propensity for illegality.

“One and the same. How’s life? I’m gonna pretend your face hasn’t been plastered on every wall and crevice there is.” He says.

“Anyone normal wouldn’t say that.” He quips.

“Luckily for you and I,” Zacharie grabs the handrail, hand just below Valentin’s. “I’m not.”

“Luckily.” He replies. The tram shakes. “So what are you doing, talking to a murderer.”

“Alleged, dear Valentin, alleged.”

“Alleged.” He won’t disagree now, Zacharie’s the only friendly… well mask he’s seen in some time. Zacharie wore a strange mask for as long as Valentin could remember. Maybe he should think about wearing one too; it’d help with the ‘paparazzi’ at least.

“I happen to be on my way home. You know how the wife gets, not home by sundown and I'll come home to a walloping.” He says, shrugging. “I just thought you could use some company, since it's some time to Bismark, friend. If you’ll let me leave here alive, that is.” He breathes a laugh, and looks at Valentin for any reaction. Valentin remains stoic, but his tone turns icy cold.

“It’s best that we don’t talk too much. Leave the air some space.” He replies, his jaw tensing along with his grip on the rail. Zacharie raises his hand in apology.

“Too soon.” He says.

The train slows, stops, and sits impatiently for its two passengers. Zacharie walks away and Valentin follows. He stops to pick up the card and pockets it, Zacharie probably wanted him to take it.

Probably. Most Likely.

They’ve stepped off, shaken hands, and separated before he reads the card.

SUGAR CATS NEWS

News for keeps.

He sneers and rips it. Of course Zacharie reads that crap. Of course he was there for giggles and shits. He’s huffing and puffing all the way to his house before he’s calmed down enough to realize that everyone’s read Hip Cats schlock. It’s the only news source the, damn them to hell and whatnot, guardians hadn’t shut down. Forlorn now, he walks up to the darkened doorway.

Here’s to tomorrow.

Yesterday was better. His head ached and his limbs felt funny. He knew this was all he got to expect for the next forever; no one was going to listen to him complain.

#read at own risk #teehee this is not v in character but also. extremely first draft so.#kissing the batter with tongue

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thelostconsultant · 6 months ago

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Out in the open (Invisible string 2)

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: You surprise Max by finally making your relationship public, but the way you do it casts a shadow over it.

part one | part three

Every now and then when he missed you, Max searched the internet for interviews and different videos of you. He wanted to see you and hear your voice, which he knew was almost pathetic, but with the fact you were often in very different time zones, it was sometimes impossible to get a hold of the other. Luckily, he wasn’t alone with this little hobby, he was aware it was your usual activity as well since you sometimes sent him videos or memes of him that managed to make you laugh.

Tonight he found an old video on YouTube, one that was probably recorded in secret at a fancy party based on the cocktail dress you were wearing. You, Robert, and some other people were standing around a bar table, deep in a discussion about something he couldn’t quite understand. Not because it was heavily scientific, more because it just didn’t make any sense without context.

“I always imagined he'd have a very Game of Thrones-y death. He loves camping, so he's gonna be somewhere far from civilization, wandering around the forest like a ghost, then he meets a pack of wild boars–”

“I don't think that's called a pack,” Robert interrupted you.

But it didn’t seem to bother you, because you just rolled your eyes at him and took another sip of the champagne in your hand. “Then a group of wild boars, I don't know, you get it, don't you? Anyway, he bumps into these animals and he's dead by the morning. Sad and probably painful death. We'll miss you though.”

“How can such a brilliant woman talk so much shit? Seriously,” you business partner noted with a laugh as he patted you on the shoulder.

Max couldn't stop smiling. You were a little tipsy in this video, and he could tell you were so much younger, so full of life, and he had only gotten a glimpse of this version of you when you were talking about your passion project back when you first met. Sure, sometimes you acted like this when you were in the safety of your homes, or behind the closed doors of a hotel room, but it was still rarer than he would have preferred.

Because he wanted to bring this side of you out to play with him more often, he wanted to see that carefree young woman you used to be before turning into the serious CEO you were today. Maybe he could be the reason why you let yourself go every now and then, willing to leave your work behind for a short while.

A lot of things had happened since the night of that party. Your relationship was a secret for now, but you used your position as one of the sponsors to attend a few races, which meant you could spend some time together in the midst of chaotic race weekends. Stolen looks and delicate smiles kept him going even during the most frustrating times, along with the promise of meeting later in the day at the hotel you both stayed in.

It wasn't his decision to stay under the radar for now. If it were up to him, he would have already told everyone that he found someone like you, someone smart and funny, a woman who was passionate about everything and everyone she truly cared about. And you apparently cared about him too, because you took the time to learn more about his hobbies, and you also put some real effort into getting along with his cats who hadn't been that happy to have you around in the beginning.

On nights like this, when you were on the other side of the world, he had his weak moments when he felt lonely, wishing he could go to sleep with his arm around your body, feeling it being pressed against his chest. But since you weren't there, he chose to avert his thoughts by doing things that required him to focus, this time in the sim rig as he prepared for the race on Saturday.

It was only around midnight that he tried to call you, because he knew from a few short messages that you exchanged earlier that you were busy working. Maybe by now you would have some time to talk, just for a few minutes to recharge him. But you declined the call, then sent him a quick, preset message that you'd call him back later. With a groan he went to lie down on the bed and typed you a short message.

Max: Just wanted to talk to you before going to sleep. I hope you're okay. Don't work too much.

He had always known he would have to work hard for your attention, but sometimes it was truly tiring. Not like it wasn't the same with him when it was his job that came in the way, he was aware of that. You were always patient with him, the least he could do was being patient with you. Yet, even though he loved you–and he really did–every now and then he wondered if it was worth it. He could have picked a woman who was more available, someone who could spend a lot more time with him.

But then his phone buzzed, and when he took a look at the message you sent, he couldn't believe his eyes at first. He thought it was a joke, but then he remembered you wouldn’t make jokes about things like this.

You: Don't know how, but Christian managed to get me a pass for the weekend last minute. I'm trying to find a pilot who can get me there asap. I'll be there tomorrow. Love you.

After the last race, he had asked you to come with him to Hungary because he had a bad feeling about it and needed someone to be there and support him. Well, considering the team's recent performance, it wasn't hard to figure out things wouldn't get much better this soon. But you said you didn't know if you could come, which was a huge disappointment that he was willing to move on from for the sake of your relationship.

Knowing you made the time to attend was the highlight of his day, and he couldn't wait for you to get there. If you could take off soon, there was a big chance you would make it to qualifying. Knowing you're there could give him the boost he needed, and if he even managed to steal a kiss in a quiet corner, nothing would be able to stop him.

But the next day he kept looking at clocks he passed by between the regular moves to check his phone for new notifications. The session was about to begin but you were nowhere to be found and didn't even send a message to tell him you'd be late. It was total radio silence and he didn't like it at all. What if something happened to you on the way there?

Max: I hope you're okay, babe.

Eventually he pushed these thoughts aside and left his phone behind to get in the car and prepare for Q1. He wasn't happy with how things went, he really did miss the boost you could have given him, but it could have been worse than P3, he could have ended up in a wall like his teammate. After he got out of the car and took care of mandatory rounds, he looked over at his team behind the barrier, and that's when he noticed a familiar face in the front row.

You were there in one piece, waiting for him with a big smile on your face, and this made him forget about his frustration for now. You had never waited for him there, you usually stayed in the garage and met him somewhere quiet, but today for some reason you chose to be here, in front of all those cameras. He didn't know why, but he couldn't care at the moment.

Max exchanged a few words with different team members, for now keeping a safe distance from you as he had no idea how he should behave. And then he noticed you signaling him to come closer. He was a moth and you were the light source, there was no way he could stay away from you, especially when you were the one who called out for him. When he stopped in front of you, you stood on your toes and pulled his head down so you could kiss him, and it was a real kiss that was full of unspoken words. It was a very clear statement from your part, but it was also something intimate, as if it was only the two of you there.

“Guess this means you're ready to make our relationship public,” he said with a wide grin when he pulled away.

You grabbed the baseball cap he held in his hand and put it on his head with a laugh. “Good job out there.”

“Could have been better.”

You gave him a look that said he shouldn't be so hard on himself, but he wasn't in the mood to explain why he felt that way. You were there, you kissed him in front of all those cameras, it was a really good day after all. But then someone tapped his shoulder and he realized it was time to give an interview now.

Before he left, he gave you another quick kiss. “See you later,” he said, unable to stop grinning as he walked away.

You were sitting on a couch in hospitality later on, shortly after a conversation with Christian about your relationship with Max. Did you put all this money in this team because of him? No. Did it begin after you signed the agreement? Yes. Did you love him? Yes. Were you ready to fight his crazy fans if they came for your head? Yes. Once he made sure his driver was safe, he went back to doing his job, leaving you behind to work as well.

Because life didn’t stop while you were here, and this little stunt of yours required a lot of preparation. For one, your most trusted assistant came with you and followed you like a shadow, working closely with the senior communications manager back home who helped organize interviews for you, sent out a previously written statement in answer to inquiries, and checked the articles that had been published so far. Then there was the social media team which worked overtime, sending you reports about what people were saying about what happened after qualifying.

It was well-coordinated. Clean. Efficient. Calculated. You didn’t want a scandal, you wanted to keep the narrative in your hand. This is why you shared a photo of the kiss with the line, “I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?” in the afternoon, and soon people began to post a photo that was taken moments after the kiss with, “He looks up, grinnin' like a devil.” If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have posted a damn thing, but once your little team discussed this weekend’s possible events, they said you should post something sweet, something that had nothing to do with your usual posts that were mostly connected to your job.

Max: I’ve heard worse, trust me 😉

You smiled at your phone when you read his message, and for the first time, you didn’t feel anxious about your decision. In the past years you buried yourself in projects, not taking the time to meet people your age, not dating anyone, and usually spending your free time in the lab, or at a place where Robert dragged you so you would be among people. Something always told you that in return for your company’s success you didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone, and with years of solitude it became a rule instead of simple paranoia. But things were different now, you finally believed that you were allowed to have fun, to find someone who could love you back.

Later in the day, your assistant returned to her hotel, while you waited for Max to show up. You had no idea what the plan was, but it was clear you didn’t have much time together before his sim race began. It didn’t bother you, you were planning to work anyway, and it’s not like you were leaving the next morning. You would have time for each other eventually, stressing about it wouldn’t be good for either of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would take this long,” Max said with an apologetic smile when he stopped in front of you and held out his hand to pull you up from the couch.

You took the offer and stood up, not letting go of his hand as the two of you began to walk to his car. It was a comfortable silence between you the whole time, but something told you he had something on his mind that he wanted to talk to you about. Because those gorgeous eyes landed on you every now and then, and later settled on you permanently as you sat in his car. Since you didn’t understand why he hadn’t started the engine yet, you raised an eyebrow and asked, “What is it?”

Max drummed on the steering wheel with his fingers, seemingly deep in his thoughts. Just when you were thinking he wouldn’t tell you anything, he took a deep breath that he slowly exhaled before speaking up. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you decided to make our relationship official, but… I don’t know, are you sure about this?”

“You changed your mind? What happened, I thought–”

He shook his head and leaned over to pull you into a kiss. “I didn’t change my mind,” he assured you. “I just want to make sure you’re doing this because that’s what you want.”

You didn’t understand what this was all about. “Why else would I do it?”

For a while he hesitated, and then decided to start the car to leave the track instead of answering your question. A part of you wanted to ask him again, but another knew it would be pointless. He would tell you when he was ready, until then the best you could do was focusing on anything other than the dark thoughts forming in your head. You glanced down at your phone and noticed an earlier message from your assistant.

Sara: I bumped into Max in the paddock on the way out and he asked me why I came here with you. I might have accidentally hinted at our little teamwork with HQ. I’m so sorry.

You asked her not to say a word about it. This was a side mission for you all, he was never supposed to find out. Fucking hell. Assuming this is what bothered him, you licked your lips and turned to him. “You met Sara,” you said quietly. Max looked at you briefly then nodded. “And?”

His jaw tightened as he watched the road, knuckles white from the way he gripped the steering wheel. “You came here to make our relationship official, which would have been the sweetest thing you’ve ever done, yet you turned it into some weird, heavily controlled event with proper mission control behind the scenes,” he finally told you, letting out a relieved sigh after pouring it all on you.

“I don’t like it when things get out of control,” you replied quietly.

“Is this whole thing just a PR stunt for you?” You gave him an angry look, upset that he dared to even consider this option. Seeing your reaction, he gulped and went on. “And what if people reacted negatively? Were you planning to break up with me if they didn’t like us together?”

Shaking your head, you looked out of the window, watching the city pass by. “Now you’re just putting a twist on my words.”

“Answer me.”

“Stop the car, please.”

But Max didn’t seem to be planning to do as you asked, because he looked at you with a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, just answer my question,” he said.

“I don’t know. I have absolutely no idea what I would have done. But so far so good, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Heavy silence filled the car after your words. You felt guilty for saying it, because now that you said it out loud, it sounded terrible. This was a relationship, not some new business you had to be careful with. But this is what you got for not dating anyone, you had absolutely no experience in handling these things. You should have gone with the flow from the beginning instead of keeping everything under strict control.

Your eyes cautiously watched him as he kept driving, his eyes focusing on the road ahead instead of turning to you even for one second. After a gulp, you took a deep breath and prepared to explain yourself. It was damage control at this point, all you could do was hoping for the best. “I don’t spend much time around guys. Or people my age. Or people in general. If that was up to me, I would spend most of my time in the lab. I know it’s not a proper excuse, I just wanted you to know that.”

Max remained silent for the rest of the ride, and he only seemed to pay attention to you again when he parked under the hotel. There he turned off the engine and shifted in the seat to face you. “Look, you need to trust me with this one, okay? Let your employees go home and enjoy the rest of the weekend, while we figure out how to go on on our own. Can you do it?” he asked, a small smile finally showing up on his face.

“But if I end up crying my eyes out after people come at me for dating you, it will be your duty to console me,” you told him quietly.

With a laugh, he reached out to cup your face. “You won’t even remember what they said, I promise.” When you nodded, he leaned over to kiss you, his lips moving slowly in sync with yours. He clearly wanted you to know that he loved you and he wouldn’t go anywhere. “And I’m taking away your phone and laptop after you sent everyone home. No more working while you’re with me,” he added when he pulled away.

“Okay,” you told him as you covered his hand with yours. “I’ll behave.”

“Good girl. All right, let’s go, I have a race tonight.”

Despite discussing everything in the car and spending as much of the evening tangled under the sheets before the race as you could, there was a dark cloud around Max that he simply couldn’t get rid of. That terrible feeling he had been suffering from for a while was back and didn’t seem to go away anytime soon. His irritation only got worse during the race, which led to some highly emotional exchanges with GP over the radio. Did he regret saying these things? No. Did he think you were disappointed to see him act like this? Maybe.

He couldn’t tell. You kept smiling as you hugged him tightly the moment you had the chance, but there was a look in your eyes he hadn’t seen yet. To be honest, he didn’t even want to know. What would that change? He had a bad day, he was sure you had one of those yourself every once in a while. So for now he just enjoyed your company and turned into some annoyingly clingy boyfriend who couldn’t let go of you.

“I have one little side quest for us,” he told you after the debrief with the team. You were expected to leave the track and go back to the hotel, but he knew this was something you’d be happy to do with him. “Come on, we might be able to catch him before he leaves.” You asked him what this was all about, but he only flashed a mischievous smile at you and shook his head. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.”

So he guided you through the crowd until you reached the Ferrari motorhome, and he pulled out his phone to make a phone call when you stopped. He told the person on the other end of the line that you were there, and in a minute or two, Charles walked out with a big smile on his face. Your fingers around his hand tightened and he could see the excitement on your face when you looked at him, and Max immediately knew that he made the right call by organizing this little present.

“People will talk if you hang out around here,” the Monegasque driver said with a laugh before turning to you. “So you’re the reason why he falls off the face of the Earth every now and then. Nice to know you’re secretly supporting us despite sponsoring and sleeping with the enemy.”

Max rolled his eyes, but for now ignored the comment. On his side, you were surprisingly quiet for a while, but then the words began to flow from your lips and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it soon. The two of you got along a little too well, talking about a bunch of things as if you were old friends, and sometimes all he wanted to do was dragging you away from Charles. He didn’t like it when your attention was sticking to someone else, someone who wasn’t talking about your line of work. That he could handle. This? Not so much.

To his luck, it was the Ferrari driver who had to leave first, and so the two of you could finally go back to the hotel to wind down after this long day. In his mind, Max already made plans for the two of you for the next few days as he expected you to stick around and spend some time with him. Maybe they should go back home to check on his cats, or go anywhere else you wanted to visit now that you were here in Europe.

But as it turned out, he should have asked you about it sooner, because when he told you about all the things he had in mind, you admitted that you could only make this trip work because you were on your way to Dubai, where you were expected to attend some event with Robert. There were so many things he wanted to say to this, things that had been bothering him since the beginning, but biting his tongue was the best thing to do for now.

Because he always had a bad feeling about your business partner and mentor. He was in his fifties, he was much older than you, yet the way you sometimes looked at each other planted stupid theories in his brain. It was already weird enough that you had keys to each other’s houses, but who knew what you were doing on these business trips or long nights in the office? Max had to admit that he did look good for his age and he was undeniably charismatic, but he kept telling himself that he was just imagining things, that it was only his stupid jealousy making him see things that probably weren’t there.

“Can I have my phone back?” you suddenly asked him with a mysterious smile on your lips, making it almost impossible to resist.

Almost.

The two of you were getting ready to go out for dinner, so he didn’t really feel like giving it back just yet. “You would start working the moment you get your hands on it, so my answer is no,” he replied before placing a kiss on your forehead.

You sneaked your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest. “I need to check my emails to find someone’s number. I’ll make that call, and then I’m all yours. Please?” you asked as you gave him your best puppy eyes.

With a defeated sigh, Max peeled your hands off himself and went to get the device from his suitcase. When he walked back to you, he gave you a serious look. “You get that number, make one call, then we’re off to the restaurant.”

Nodding, you went out to the balcony to have some privacy, and it took a big effort from him not to go there to eavesdrop. Who the hell were you talking to? If you needed access to your emails to have the number, it probably wasn’t someone you knew well. So he sat on the edge of the bed and scrolled his phone without paying much attention to what he saw there. He was only trying to keep himself busy before he went insane.

Eventually you emerged with a bright smile on your face. “So,” you began as you put your phone on the nightstand next to him, “how about joining me tomorrow? It’ll end on Tuesday, so you’ll have time to travel to the next race.”

“You want me to go with you to that event?”

You shrugged. “Well, your name is on the list now, so if you feel like it, you can join us. It’s up to you, I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with,” you told him.

With a laugh, Max took your hands and pulled you into his lap. “It’s okay,” he told you with a gentle smile as he swept a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re lucky I’m starving, because otherwise we wouldn’t leave bed until it’s absolutely necessary.” You giggled as you leaned down to kiss him, your hands buried in his hair while it seemed like you were trying to swallow him whole. “Okay, baby, food first. Let’s go,” he told you when he pulled away. He saw the disappointment in your eyes, but you still nodded and climbed off him.

Maybe having the chance to get a glimpse into this part of your life would be good for your relationship. He wanted to learn more about it, he just always had a feeling you wanted to separate him and your work. But now you were opening up a little, and he appreciated it more than anything.

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1

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percontaion-points · 6 months ago

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Fearless (HMA 4) chapters 13 & 14

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Chapter 13

“How’s my mom?”

Pearl grimaced and wrapped her arms around herself again. There was none of her usual sneering confidence as she said, “Physically she’s fine. Marrow really is acting like she’s an important guest and ally. But she doesn’t seem to get it comes with strings, or that she’s basically his prisoner.”

I’m not even surprised. Somebody stupid enough to get themselves into this situation would 100% think this, yes.

“But you heard that woman with Holland. If I’m still a void – or call it what you want – then she won’t be the last one to look at you differently.”

I thought that we’d already established that there’s no such thing as “voids”, only people who shift into different animals other than wolves.

All of this trouble with the Marrow pack was because of me, after all. It was my grandfather who snatched our people up like they were pieces on his game board.

How the hell does she go from “this was all my fault” to springboarding from the ACTUAL problem?

Of course, I could have waited until after the great morning sex before I hit him with that viewpoint, couldn’t I?

Chapter 13 summary: Pearl explains that, since they are literal children, even Johnathan is getting a little fed up with their endless energy. Pearl told him that she was going to take the children “for a walk”. They made it to the boundary of the Marrow estate before guards set down on Reed. He led them away simply so that Pearl could escape with the twins. Marnie is angry over the entire thing seeing as how they’re due to be mated and everything. But Jasper is of the opinion “You all did what you needed to do in order to rescue my brothers. Reed is trained for this; he’ll be okay.”

Vail goes to her shared bedroom with Jasper, where she transforms into a cat and snuggles up with one of Jasper’s hoodies. Jasper comes in with his brothers, who share more images with Vail. Despite the fact that she’s now a cat and they’re wolves, the cat enjoys the babies. The four of them snuggle up together to sleep.

In the morning, things start to get a little hot and heavy between them. But then Jasper remembers his brothers are supposed to be there, and Vail grumbles that he should have waited until after sex.

Chapter 14

“You knew about her all along, but you never told me. I get that you couldn’t, because of the pact with my dad, but there was time for you to tell me before you bit me. And then you had Callum bring me to you, shit scared and completely confused. Maybe you thought that was okay because you’d known about me for most of your life, and you just assumed this is how things were going to be between us. But it was all news to me. And instead of giving me time to work through it, you took what you wanted. You didn’t stop to think if my cat wanted you back, Trey.”

YES GIRL. CALL HIM THE FUCK OUT.

“You didn’t stop to think if my cat wanted you back, Trey.”

“She does,” he said through gritted teeth. “You do as well, only you won’t admit it.”

I was already shaking my head. “You’re wrong. Jasper’s the only mate I’ve ever wanted.”

“Too bad,” he snarled, grabbing my wrist. “We’re mated, and you can’t change that now.”

Why is this coming off as “he’s mansplaining her feelings to her”?

“Everything I’ve done has been to keep you safe.”

Ah yes. Leaving her with a man who turned around and sold her to the highest bidder was 100% keeping her safe!

I sniffed. “Okay, dad. Just hurry home.”

Chapter 14 summary: As Vail eats breakfast, two random dudes come over and tell Vail that they’re basically her personal assistants-slash-bodyguards. That they’re eager to please her by doing whatever she wants. Vail then stands up and announces to EVERYBODY in the dining hall at that time that she wants to decorate for Christmas in an effort to cheer everybody up. So her two assistants eagerly leave to go find a tree.

Vail leaves the caves with the twins in order to let them run off some energy. However, as she’s loping around with them in her cat form, Trey joins her. He runs with them for a little bit before he transforms back and tells Vail to do the same. However, her cat has a mind of its own, and refuses to listen. She’s also so powerful that Trey using the cat version of “alpha power” to force a shift no longer works. Not since Vail took control over the cat side of her.

Anyway, after a moment, Vail does shift back, and she calls Trey out on his shit. That he’s been lying and manipulating her for as long as she can remember. She wants nothing to do with him… Full stop.

She meets back up with her two gophers as they come back with the tree, so she and the twins go back to the caves. However, as people come together to start decorating things, Vail gets a call from her father. Her actual father.

He obviously warns her to stay away from the Marrow estate, full stop. But then goes on to say all of this stuff about “it was all to protect you” and “your mother wanted you to grow up feeling loved”. None of which actually happened for Vail, thank you kindly.

#Fearless (HMA 4)#hunter moon academy

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lunagojo · 2 years ago

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My Favourite Anime Boys on Their S/O's Birthday

a/n: it may or may not be my birthday on Friday so...is this self-indulgent? Maybe. :p pls enjoy every one <333

Satoru Gojo

(loml, my husband, my darling <3)

Wakes you up the day of with a very loud "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY Y/N!!!!" Then flops on top of you, peppering your face with kisses

Proceeds to just absolutely spoil you for the whole day, even if you insist on him not spending any money on you

"Satoru, just being with you is more than enough."

"It's your birthday, Y/N! I'd be an awful boyfriend if I didn't spoil you ~"

Buys anything you even slightly glance at, doesn't matter what it is

Does not take his hands off you the whole day, expect a whole lot of random hugs and smooches (even more than usual, so...a ton) -- he is not shy about PDA

Brings you to Jujutsu High for a visit and to your surprise the first and second years are there with a cake for you all to share <3

The day ends with you two snuggled up on the couch together, and you fall asleep on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso (he's probably just the comfiest and he probably smells so good I just agdhasgfhs)

He just smiles at the sight, thinking about how lucky he is to have you in his life <3

Tengen Uzui

It is an EVENT

As with everything with Tengen, it is flashy, flamboyant, and extravagant

And, of course, his lovely wives help in making the day special

Like Gojo, Tengen will SPOIL you!!! He'll get you an especially beautiful kimono that he had custom made for you to wear <3

Get ready to be just showered in love and praise from all of them, all day

Suma has a hand written letter for you full of how much she adores you and appreciates you, she will also just cling to you all day long

Makio shoves a bouquet of hand-picked flowers into your arms, grumbling while she does so (but she's blushing and shyly wishing you a happy birthday)

Hinatsuru, of course, cooks your favourite meal, but also enlists your help in making a cake for you. She just enjoys spending time with you and likes teaching you how to bake

When Tengen gets home he swoops you up and practically crushes you in his huge arms, swinging you around and covering you in kisses. "Another year of you in this world, Y/N! How very flamboyant!"

Bakugo Katsuki

"Oi, dumbass. Happy birthday."

Acts like he doesn't give a shit or that he didn't spend an extraordinary amount of time panicking about what to do or what to get you for your birthday (spoiler alert: he did ;w;)

It got to such a point that he begrudgingly enlisted the help of his classmates

When Izuku and Ochako suggested throwing you a surprise party, he was a bit hesitant but eventually went along with it, helping them set everything up and telling them what you'd like or wouldn't like

You were so surprised and touched when you saw how much effort they all put into it!

When you hugged Bakugo and thanked him for getting it all set up, he grumbled and blushed a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah...you're welcome."

Though when he sees you having fun and enjoying yourself he can't help but smile a little bit

He would never ever admit it but he's so weak for you <333

Gundham Tanaka

lowkey f r e a k s out when he realizes your birthday is coming up

How should he go about showing you how much you matter to him, especially on such an important day?

He consults Sonia on what to do and she replies with "Well, what do they like to do? Take them to do something they like!"

So, he does just that. Accompanies you wherever you'd like to go, no matter where or what it is. He struggles with socializing, of course, but he enjoys being near you and watching you

He'll stay very quiet throughout the whole day but the look in his eyes just shows how much he adores you (they become so much softer)

If you both somehow end up at an animal shelter his demeanour completely changes

You both spend so much time just playing with the cats and dogs ;u;

Sonia, Peko and Gonta stop by later on with cake to celebrate with you both <3

#only did 4 of em this time but whatevs #:)#satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui #kny x reader #demon slayer #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #bnha #bnha x reader #gundham tanaka #danganronpa #gundham x reader #danganronpa x reader

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ichiiyos · 3 years ago

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Hello since I noticed that your accepting requests may I please have a headcannon for Draken,Mikey,Baji, Chifuyu of when they are jealous (like how they act when they are jealous)? Thank you and have a great day 💖

jealousy, jealousy !

summary: refer to the ask above

warnings: men being creepy, cursing, unedited

a/n: hiii thanks for requesting!! but I'm sorry I have to remove draken, as I have written in my rules I will not be writing for him. also I originally wrote chifuyu in this but I had to remove him because it got too long, maybe I'll put in a separate post. sorry this took so long aaaaaa I was super swamped with assignments

manjiro "mikey" sano

the pouty kind of jealous

he brought you along with him to one of tomans meeting, letting you walk around since you were fairly close with most of the toman members

as he was barking orders at the top of the stairs beside draken you stayed at the back, laughing with baji

his eyes narrowed at the both of you, especially at the arm that baji has wrapped around your shoulder but he didn't stop from his duties

(bc draken might scold him again later on)

as soon as he finished he quickly walked down the stairs and headed to your direction

I kid you not, this mf, THREW himself to you

just completely threw his whole body weight to you and wrapped both arms around your waist

"y/n I missed you so much"

would give you puupy eyes, doesn't care if people see him

give him attention rn!

"mikey we literally went here together?"

"yeah but you've been talking with baji for so long, talk to me too!"

he whined

he would (playfully) give baji a glare and tell him to go away

baji would laugh and go his way while waving to you, not wanting to deal with what mikey might do to him

overall, he's kinda cute if he's jealous though annoying

keisuke baji

the feral jealous

man would bark and growl and all that shit bro 😞

for someone who likes cats he acts like a dog when provoked

but like a dog who throws punches??

you were both enjoying your date in shibuya, walking around, visiting different stores, and buying gifts for each other

despite the sunny day and the overly crowded place, you and baji didn't mind

now baji, being the observing boyfriend he is, noticed how you were sweating

and if course him being him lead you to a park bench and told you to wait for him before sprinting off, not caring for your objections

as you waited a group of guys entered the park, trying to look "cool" while walking

they just looked like a bunch of zombies tbh 😞

so as you sat your pretty self there, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to return, one of the guys saw you

"may chix boss"

and with their creepy ass self, they approached you

as you noticed them coming your way you tried to subtly take your leave

fuck baji, you can just call him once you get to a safe place

but as you were about to finally leave the park one of the guys harshly grabbed your forearm

"hi miss, you look a little lost, wnat us to help you?"

you tried to move away from his grasp while laughing nervously

"no thank you, I'm actually about to meet my boyfriend"

"aw it's okay, we can wait for him with you here"

they were snickering amongst themselves when they saw the look of fear you had

when all of a sudden the hold on your arm was suddenly loosened, and the guy who held you was soaked from head to toe with a soda

bajis ass stood at the entrance of the park, despite the smile on his face you saw the look of pure rage on his eyes

better start praying for their asses bestie bc they gon die

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

before they could let out a single sound baji was already straddling them by the hip while throwing multiple punches to their face

wait I don't think this counts as being jealous anymore

but overall baji is protective, he doesn't care if the man you were with is your friend as soon as he senses the man has other intentions he would try to get you away from them

#mikey x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #chifuyu x reader #baji x reader #mikey fluff #chifuyu fluff #baji fluff #mikey headcanon #chifuyu headcanons #baji headcanons

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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)

Warning: he's 28 btw 😂 (my fic says so also)

It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.

Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.

"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.

"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.

When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.

"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.

"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.

Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing

"Get your shit together."

Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.

Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.

"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.

"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."

"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.

"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."

Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."

Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.

"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.

"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.

"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.

"We're gonna be late!"

Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.

Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.

"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.

"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.

"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.

"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.

"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.

"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.

It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.

You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.

To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.

Crying to no one but the moon.

And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.

And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.

His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.

Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.

It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.

"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.

"I'm-um."

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."

"I know…" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.

"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"

"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.

"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"

"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.

"What'd you wish for…" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.

"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."

With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.

"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.

You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.

"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."

Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.

"I wished for you."

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sevendeadlymorons · 4 years ago

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The brothers + undateables react to the MC bringing her small child to RAD because no one in the human world is available to babysit, and they can’t leave a three-year-old alone. Bonus points if at some point, the kid runs up to them with something in their mouth, and when questioned, the kid spits out a rock or something.

IVE ALWAYS IMAGINED THIS IN MY HEAD BUT NOBODY EVER SUGGESTED IT SO OMG THIS MAY BE A BIT LONG-

Brothers + Dateables Reaction to MC Bringing Their Kid to RAD

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Lucifer

He had no idea you had a child honestly but considers it none of his concern

Well, not until you asked him to help out in babysitting that is, suddenly all his stress comes back

At first, the child was hyper, running around, stealing things, climbing on his lap and distracting him from work, he can’t count the amount of times he’s had to save this child from throwing themselves out the nearest window or getting flattened by all his records and books

One time, he caught the child running around with something in their mouth only to spit out a whole rock. Easy to say he was traumatised

But he couldn’t get over how much this small child looked and acted like you and he would never tell anyone, but he completely fell in love with your kid

He’s honestly the best babysitter, checking up on them constantly and keeping them company. The headaches he got from them though were a minor set back for him

Offers to be a regular babysitter as he enjoyed time with them so much and he loves all the little quirks that they share with you

Mammon

Since when did you have a kid?! With who?!

Couldn’t believe it at first but he couldn’t deny this small human looked quite a lot like you and he honestly started to quickly fall in love

Wasn’t so keen on the idea of babysitting but he soon came around as your kid became his new sneaky thief. Lucifer would never dream about harming your child, would he?

Turns out the kid was a huge nightmare, just like his human, and he had to stop the kid from killing themself several times a day. He even had to claw a whole damn rock out of this kids mouth

He was actually pretty cool with the kid when they weren’t causing trouble, though, playing games and talking to them, making them laugh and yeah, he cried when they gave him a little hug

He got flustered at the fact this was your child he was currently looking after and he may or may not have imagined you two having your own children and looking after this one together

He may babysit the kid again… for 500 Grimm, of course, he’s not a charity

Leviathan

He’s not good with children! Don’t leave him with your child!

At first he was shocked you even had a kid. Since when?! But then you dropped this tiny human in his arms and went about your day

Not too sure what babies like at first and he tried multiple things just to entertain them for long enough that he could play his game in peace

To no avail though, the kid was a nightmare, shoving shit in their mouth and causing him to go into panic mode, knocking over his figurines and distracting him from his game

They honestly settled down eventually though as your kid crawled into his lap and snatched the phone from his hands, beginning to laugh at the game on the screen

He’s the cool babysitter. He taught them how to beat the levels in his game, talked to them about his favourite anime’s and even let them play with Henry for a while, this kid quickly had his entire heart

He doesn’t know what came over him but he weirdly wouldn’t mind looking after your kid again if you needed him to… maybe it’s just because they reminded him so much of you though

Satan

Like Lucifer, he didn’t want to be involved with your kid in all honesty

But surprise, he now has your kid wrapped up in his arms for the whole day

He tried his best to keep them company at first even if they were a nightmare. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times this kid ran off and hid and shoved stuff in their mouths only to spit out a pebble or two…

He did enjoyed reading to them though, watching them smile and clap their hands when they heard a part they found particularly amusing and then attempt to read it back in their jumbled baby language

He actually started to really like your child and the two of them went cat searching later on in the day, petting all the cats they saw and sneakily feeding them leftovers from the kitchen

He definitely liked the child more when they were worn out and more calm and they just hopped up to sat on his lap and started poorly reading the book out loud to him in gibberish, but either way, he liked watching the child learn and enjoy reading

He offers to look after the kid more often, he didn’t mind. It was your child after all

Asmodeus

Oh well aren’t you cutest little thing~?

Yeah easy to say he was immediately drawn to this tiny, adorable 3 year old of yours and happily took them in with open arms

The two of them spent the day painting eachothers nails and Asmo brushing your child’s hair, putting in little clips and bows and telling them how pretty they look

For some reason, the child was pretty behaved in Asmo’s care, not including the time they came way too close to eating nail polish and he almost had a heart attack

Gave eachother lots of hugs and he couldn’t stop complimenting them and loving every single time the kid laughed or smiled, it reminded him of you in a way, you two really were similar

He enjoyed being around the kid when they were calm and sleepy as it gave him a good opportunity to just relax without the stress of thinking the kid will eat something they’re not supposed to

He definitely will take care of them more often if you ever need a babysitter, he’d be happy to!

Beelzebub

… is it edible?

After going through the rules of ‘no eating the 3 year old’ with him, he’s actually a pretty good babysitter and took good care of them while you were busy

He always knows when they’re hungry and will feed them whatever they ask, maybe sometimes a little bit too much food though but hey, at least they look happy

He caught them with something in their mouth the one time and he immediately thought they snagged his food, but all of a sudden, they spat out a whole rock and honestly, he gets it. Sometimes he gets hungry enough to eat rocks too…

The two get along well honestly, sharing meals and watching TV and Beel even invites Belphie to help look after your kid so it was just the two of them playing with this tiny human child for hours in the attic

Beel loves the child’s smile, it reminds him of you, and their laugh and the way they give him little leg hugs. Truthfully, he loved your kid so much

Kinda sad when they have to leave; offering to babysit whenever you want him to because he just loves them so much

Belphegor

You really expect him to be able to look after a child? He’ll pass…

But before he knew it, a kid was sat on his bed and you were gone and already he was fed up

Weirdly though, looking at your kid brought him this odd inner peace kind of feeling where he just wants to hold them and never let go. Maybe it was because the kid was yours and it reminded him so much of you…?

He kind of just naps with them more than he should for the entire day. He knows 3 year olds like to sleep and that’s his specialty so he thought why not

When the two of them are awake, he spends it in the planetarium looking up at the stars and teaching the child all the names and alignments or eating way too much downstairs with Beel

There was a time where he had to forcefully snatch this stone out of the child’s mouth after running after them for hours, and then lecture them on how they can’t do that and then he had to take another nap due to being absolutely exhausted but besides from that, the child was pretty sleepy, all day

Yeah ok maybe he fell for your child and maybe he’ll babysit them again, but expect him to complain about it first

Diavolo

He’s actually really happy you came to him first to look after your child :)

Honestly, he’s such a sweetheart towards the small child, but he definitely gave in several times to those irresistible puppy eyes and ended up spoiling them

He was also sort of busy with work so the kid tended to just sit on his lap and play with his free hand and would sometimes run off without him noticing only to come back hand in hand with Barbatos who found them digging through the trash

He wasn’t any good at discipline so whenever they came back covered in trash he kinda just laughed it off and sat them back down, he’s too sweet to yell at such a small and helpless human

He can’t remember the last time he had such fun though. The child was sweet to him and he very much enjoyed watching the antics of a normal 3 year old human with hyper tendencies

They took walks around the garden together, helping them pick little flowers and putting them in their hair, watching them laugh and smile afterwards

The child reminded him of you and that just made them even more lovable to him and it was easy to say he’d without a doubt babysit your kid any time

Barbatos

Never expected you to want him to take care of your child but he’ll do his best

He was sort of busy the entire day and couldn’t take care of the child as much as he planned to but he made sure the child was happy either way

The two of them cleaned up together, Barbatos handing the kid a little feather duster and showing them how to properly clean, watching them enjoying themselves and laughing in the corner of his eye

He did have to scold them a few times for misbehaving and eating things they shouldn’t though, especially random pebbles from outside

When he wasn’t cleaning or tending to paperwork, he took the child on little walks around the garden, enjoying the way the small kid laughed and smiled at all the flowers and butterflies, their arm swinging from side to side cheerfully, causing him to smile too

Easy to say he fell in love hard pretty quickly, noticing the way they took after you and how polite and sweet they were towards him

He wouldn’t mind looking after them again, just perhaps when he’s less busy…

Simeon

He already has Luke but he supposes one more couldn’t hurt

He’s a great babysitter really, no complaints and rarely any misbehaving on the child’s end except for a few times throughout the day where he had to desperately stop them from swallowing rocks

But other than that, the child was pretty calm, following him around and laughing at his awfully made jokes; their hand normally attached to his trouser leg so they didn’t get lost

He loved how the child reminded him of you, their mannerisms and the way they acted were so similar and he couldn’t help but laugh and fall deeper in love with this tiny, peculiar human

He spent a lot of the day having a small tea party with them, sharing biscuits and hot chocolate for the child and tea for him, watching them pour him tea then laugh as he takes a sip

When he needed to do something quickly, he left the child with Luke and then came back to legitimately the most heartwarming game of monopoly between two small children he’s ever seen

He would without a doubt babysit again if you ever need him to, it’s no trouble honestly

Solomon

You’d really trust your kid with him? Really?

He’s honestly really happy you’d entrust them with him though and he’ll make sure to not get them killed

He’s actually really good at babysitting though: making sure they’re always laughing until they’re falling over, showing them cool spells to entertain them, playing games and seeing how badly he can scare the shit out of them without making them cry

Solomon’s that one cool babysitter you always have that’s cool in a bad way, like he’ll make you dinner but he’ll also burn the entire house down, but hey, at least he’s funny

He’ll randomly sneak up behind the kid and yell ‘boo’ just for the fun of it and if they cry, it’s Simeon’s problem now

He absolutely adores it when the kid follows him around and laughs at every little thing he does, it’s like he has his own personal fan

Kinda disappointed when the kid has to leave but make sure to call him to babysit again

Luke

Finally, someone that’s shorter than him!

He kinda just hangs around the kid all day, keeping them company with games and jokes and cheering them up if they start to miss you

He even attempts to teach them how to play monopoly with him but eventually finds out that 3 year olds cannot play monopoly…

Though he isn’t the one actually babysitting, he sure is a good playmate towards the child and they seem to enjoy his company at least

The days full of laughter and just two children having fun, which is a sight to see for everyone at Purgatory Hall

They’ll take walks around together, Luke immediately regretting his decisions and panicking when they put a rock in their mouth and he has to negotiate with them to spit it out

Yeah alright maybe he’s a little sad that they’re leaving so soon, so make sure they come visit again!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me dateables #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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bnhabadass · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Shinsou x Reader Genre: Angst with happy ending, NSFW Word Count: 4,049 Synopsis: Shinsou is sick and tired of seeing you go out on all these disappointing Tinder hookups, especially when you always seem to ask him to satisfy you afterwards. But there must be a reason why you keep going on these dates, right? A/N: This is my piece for the bnharem roommates collab. I always forget how much I love writing Shinsou’s character but this definitely brought my spark with him back. Make sure to check out everyone else’s collab pieces on the masterlist!

Another night of tinder swipes. Another night of late night walks through desolate and windy streets. Another night of sleepy dinner and listening to the same old boring stories that every date has to offer. Another night of disappointing sex as he can’t seem to find the hole and his finger nails are sharper than they need to be. Another night of two pump chumps who ask, “does that feel good baby?” and another night of lying through your teeth as you fake moans and count the seconds before you’re allowed to leave.

It’s just like any other Saturday night where your toes are crushed in the tips of your heels and you shiver as you walk back to your apartment, keys clutched between your fingers just in case someone tries to pull something and you need to think quickly. You have your routine ingrained in you, like second nature.

The walk back home is cold and clammy. You can’t shake the feeling of the little hairs on your arms and legs springing up like a cat in shock as the wind pushes right past you. The only thing you could think of to keep yourself from toppling over from exhaustion was the heat that would be coming from your room back home, the fuzzy blanket you’d lie under, and the man awaiting your return to greet you with surprises like no other.

When you did open the front door, heat wafted towards you and your achy muscles began to relax.

“Rough night?” The voice from inside cooed.

“‘Oh baby do you like that?’” you mocked. “‘Does that hurt so good?’”

The person sitting on the sofa with a book covering their face laughed. “Please tell me he did not say that.”

You kicked off your heels and rolled out your ankles. “Shinsou, I swear to god, you have to meet some of these people. This one guy was ridiculous. As I was sucking him off he told me I reminded him of his mother.”

The purple haired young man gagged. “And you still sucked his dick?”

“That’s the best part,” you laughed. “He finished right after he said that.”

Shinsou grimaced. “Why do you keep going on these dates when everyone you end up sleeping with sucks.”

You collapsed on the couch next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because a certain someone always ends up taking care of me after.” Laying your head in his lap, you smiled up at him.

Shinsou gave you a lazy smirk back. “So that’s it, huh? I actually know how to use my tongue so you’re purposefully coming home unsatisfied.”

“I wouldn’t say purposefully,” you said with a mock offended tone to your words. “If there ever is a man out there who did know how to please me then I can guarantee I wouldn’t be coming home every night I have a date.”

He propped his cheek up against the palm of his hand. “But that hasn’t happened yet, has it.”

You loved this, the flirty and dangerous aroma in the air. It was intoxicating and you craved every bit of it.

“So what are we going to do about it?”

You leaned up and kissed him, and then that kiss led to another. Soon you had gotten up and moved into Shinsou’s bedroom. Your tights had been stripped down and your dress was pulled up over your ass.

Getting onto his elbows and knees, Shinsou readied himself to lick his first stripe along your folds and make you melt beneath him.

The week went by, like usual, and your relationship with Shinsou remained the same, just like usual. You’d each come home from work, him tired from training and patrols and you exhausted with paperwork and having to deal with bothersome coworkers taking up all your spare time.

Nothing happens during the week. The two of you laugh and joke around like best friends, like neither of you have seen each other naked, and you’re sure you’re happy this way. That’s what Shinsou keeps telling himself anyway.

You never seem to notice the way his eyes linger on you for a split second too long or the way he glares at your phone over your shoulder as you swipe left or right on dating apps. You’d think that if he was jealous he would try to distance himself, to back away from the trouble you might get in and the disappointment you’d find after each hookup. But no, Shinsou cares too much about you to let you go out on your own without knowing who, where and how you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.

“Hey Shin,” you call from the couch on Thursday night. You’re lying down with your feet propped up against the arm rest. Shinsou has to move them out of the way before plopping down himself.

“What’s up.” His large palm rubbed up and down your legs as they rested on his lap.

“I think I matched with someone who won’t be horrible in bed.” You showed him your phone, and as he scrolled through his profile you could feel the itchy heat of embarrassment rising to your face.

Shinsou’s heart seemed to stop. His eyes widened when he read the words “pornstar” and “Onlyfans'' in the dude’s bio. Handing your phone back to you, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. “That’s great. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah.” You took the phone back and resumed looking through his photos. “He messaged me earlier and we have a lot in common too.”

Shinsou nodded. Why did he feel so weird? He knew that not every guy you matched with would be a disappointment. He had been telling that to himself for months now, but watching the nervous smile that crept up your face as you received a new message from this guy made Shinsou want to scream. “I’m gonna go for a run,” he said, lifting up your legs to stand up from the couch.

“Really? It’s dark out. Are you sure you want to go running?” You didn’t look up from your phone.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, stay safe. Oh! Did you still want to watch a movie tonight?”

Shinsou froze. “Um, maybe not tonight. I’m not sure. I’ll see if I’ve cooled down a bit after my run.”

You looked up from the screen, slightly deterred. “Oh, okay. Have a good run.” You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that. He hadn’t seemed to be bothered by anything earlier, so why was he acting weird now? You were sure you hadn’t said anything to make him upset and when he told you about his day, he didn’t seem bothered by anything that happened at work.

Rolling over on your side, you continued texting this new guy, a new sense of nervousness clouding your vision.

It’s Saturday night and you’re putting on your makeup. Your hands which have never been shaky before have fucked applying your eyeliner three times now. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. You’ve met up with guys every weekend for months now. Could it be that this guy is different because he knows what he’s doing? Yeah, that must be it. You’re worried that you won’t be good enough for him, right?

Still, that didn’t seem like that was it. You were so excited talking to him at first. He made you laugh and you wanted to meet up with him so bad, to see his charm in person. But then you showed his profile to Shinsou and things started to feel different, like somehow they were falling apart.

You haven’t spoken to your roommate much in the last couple days. His usual pokes and prods at the men you tend to meet up with were replaced with silence. You haven’t joked around like usual or spent time together unwinding after work, and you were worried. It hadn’t been this distant between you since one of your female friends told you about a guy she knew who was looking for a roommate and the two of you met for the first time.

Since then, you haven't gotten anything but closer. You began your weekly rituals of getting takeout and watching movies and getting drunk after particularly rough days at work. Living with Shinsou was the happiest you have been in a long time. So why did that change?

Stepping out of your bedroom, makeup incomplete and dress unbuttoned, you peered into the living room where Shinsou was working.

He sat shirtless on the couch, legs propped up on the automen with his laptop balanced on his legs. His wild purple hair, which had gotten longer since the two of you met, was loosely tied back with a hair tie. His gray sweatpants were untied and you were sure that if he were to stand up they would ride low on his hips.

As you stared at his profile, you couldn’t help but admire how his chiseled face, adorning a pair of reading glasses, looked so serene as he stared at the work ahead of him. He looked calm, calmer than you’ve seen him in a while, and that made his face more youthful. Shinsou stretched out his arms and you could hear his corded back crack before he went back to typing away.

You ran back into your room and slammed the door. Your face was hot and flushed. Beads of sweat permeated on your temples. How could such a simple act of stretching make you feel so hot and bothered and worked up and oh no. How is it that you were so blind? You were in love with your roommate.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

You paced back and forth, rubbing all of the makeup off of your eyes in the process. You stared at your blackened fingers and rubbed them on your dress, not caring that it would dirty. Thinking back to all the moments you cuddled as “friends” and all the times you would lay together after a disappointing date, you were able to pinpoint each exact moment where your feelings grew.

You sat on your bed and watched as your hands shook. You couldn’t go on this date now. You don’t care about the guy, no matter how good at sex he might claim to be. The entire time, you’d just be wishing you were on a date with Shinsou. Granted, every date you’ve been on, a little part of you has wished it was with Shinsou. Every week you couldn’t wait until it was over so you could be enveloped yet again in his flirty aroma that was so, so addictive.

So that was it, you wouldn’t go on the date and things would go back to normal between the two of you. But would they really? What would you say if he asked why you cancelled? All you wanted were things to go back to the way they were. You wanted to bask in the flirty air and feel Shinsou hold you close and caress every curve of your body with so much love and tenderness.

You stood up and looked at your blotchy face in the mirror. Surrounding your eyes was a mix of black and shimmery gold swarming together. You wiped them off along with the rest of your makeup. You won’t be going out tonight so there’s no point of dolling up.

What am I going to do?

You slid off your dress and slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and threw on a tank top. The least you could be is comfortable in such a stressful situation.

I can’t act the way I used to, knowing how I feel now.

You may have been an idiot for this, but you decided to face your situation head on. Without doing so, who knows how you wouldn’t go crazy living under the same roof as the man you’re in love with.

You stepped into the living room. Shinsou was still typing away and looking over reports, so you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“Hey, you about to go out?” When you didn’t respond, he looked up and his face fell. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. As soon as you heard him speak and the amount of concern in his voice, you just wanted to cry. The sting of acidic tears and mucus welling in the back of your throat made you want to throw up.

“Did something happen?” He took off his reading glasses and scooched over, letting you take a seat beside him.

But you didn’t move, just kept staring at your cold feet against the hardwood floor.

“(Y/n), talk to me.”

You looked up at him and tears began rolling down your face. You felt so pathetic, that you would be crying over love of all things. Love was supposed to be magical, right? Not embarrassing and tear-ridden. “Can you,” you started, but you needed to take a step back when you heard your achy throat cracking as you spoke. “Can you give me a reason not to go?”

Shinsou adjusted himself. He was clearly trying to make out what you were saying. “What? If you don’t want to go then don’t. No one’s forcing you to go on this date.”

You couldn’t help crumble at what he said. If only he knew what you really looked forward to after each date and what you were really thinking about when you were out with these other guys.

Shinsou stood up as you crumbled to the ground and squatted down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sunk into his chest and sobbed against him. It felt so unfair that with his arms around you, you felt whole, like you were two pieces of a puzzle.

“Why do you need a reason not to go on this date? Is he pressuring you or something?”

You shook your head against his chest. “I don’t want to go on a date with him.” On one hand, you thought your subtle hints would get through Shinsou’s thick skull, but it seemed as though they were a paper plane trying to penetrate a brick wall.

“So find some other guy.”

Why was he being so dismissive? You didn’t want just some other guy, you wanted Shinsou.

“Look, you’ve found plenty of other dates in the past, just because you don’t want to go out with one guy doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.” He kept rubbing circles in your back. “Why don’t you call up a past hookup or something?”

You pushed away from him. “How could you say that,” you whispered. “I don’t want to go on a date with one of them.” Your voice began to raise. You had never raised your voice at Shinsou before. “I want to go out with you, you idiot.”

There was a moment where all you could hear were the little noises throughout the apartment like the ticking of the clock in the kitchen or a fly buzzing close by. Then, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that outloud. You didn’t mean to raise your voice or push away from him. But you did blurt it out, and Shinsou looked at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

The hair on his arms and the back of his neck raised up like static. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should look at you with shock or look away in embarrassment. He was completely and utterly confused.

“Shit,” you whined from behind your hand. “Forget it.” You rubbed the tears under your eyes away and went to stand up. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Wait.” Shinsou grabbed your hand before you could fully stand up. You had never realized how small your hands were compared to his until now. “You can’t just say that and then walk away.”

He was right. You sat back down on the ground, his hand still grabbing onto yours, playing with your fingers. “Okay,” you mouthed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get any sound out if you tried.

“Why do you go on all of these dates?”

You thought about it for a moment. You were never really sure why you bothered hooking up with so many people, but sitting on the ground with him, you had a pretty good idea. “Because we’re roommates.”

“So?”

You kept your eyes on your fingers intertwined with Shinsous. “Because realizing you’re in love with your roommate is shitty, so the least I could do is hope that after an unsatisfying night of sex, you’d be willing to provide.”

He stopped playing with your fingers and instead, squeezed your hand. “And I hated seeing you with these different men so much that any chance you gave me I ate up.”

You blinked once, twice in confusion before meeting Shinsou’s eyes. “You...”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

The heavy weight of tears on your chest finally lifted. You could finally breathe freely. There was silence among you before the two of you burst out laughing. You rested your head on his shoulder as your chests heaved up and down. When you took your head away to look him in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck.

Shinsou dragged your body closer to him, so you were straddling his lap, and weaved his arms around your figure. He was a good kisser, which you already knew, but you had never taken the time to feel his passion until now. Shinsou made sure to tease you with a darting tongue and hands which traveled down your figure and stopped at the base of your hips.

You weaved your hands through his soft hair and pulled his hair tie out. His fluffy purple locks were so fun and tempting to tug on. Kissing him with this amount of love and emotion enthralled you, and you felt a little disappointed when he pulled away.

“Would you like to move this to my bedroom?”

And you bit your bottom lip before nodding, a smile creeping its way up along your face. You stood up and followed him into his bedroom eagerly.

After Shinsou closed the door behind you, he turned around and snaked his hands up your back. You giggled at the contact and let him pull the shirt over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra, so Shinsou immediately leaned over to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked it until it puckered and let it go with a loud pop.

“You know,” he said, backing you against his bed. “I’ve never been able to say until now how truly beautiful you are.”

“Shinsou,” you sighed, taking a hold of his purple locks. You collapsed onto the bed and let him kiss his way down your front side. His kisses were rough but full of love, and you know they would leave bruises behind.

He slid your pajama bottoms and underwear down your thighs until they pooled on the floor at your ankles. “Everything you do is gorgeous, even the way you’re sprawled out under me, under my command just waiting for me to touch you.”

You could feel your pussy clench at his words and your thighs shook in waiting.

He kissed the top of your pussy and trailed kisses around your thighs. You watched as he hiked your legs over his well muscled shoulders while keeping eye contact. His long tongue darted out and he licked one long stripe between your folds and suckled on your little sweet bud.

You arched your back and let out a choked moan. Out of all the nights you’ve slept together, this was the first time you really saw him for all the love he gave you.

Shinsou kept his face right in front of your dripping hole just for a moment and let his hot breath tickle your needy clit. He chuckled at your squirming form and teased you even further with kitten licks and hands that reached up to squeeze your breasts as he dove in to lap up your juices.

Your hands grasped at his, keeping them firmly clenched onto your chest as he delved in deeper and deeper into your wonderful taste. You could feel your orgasm quickly building up. Your toes curled and knees jerked up, hips bucking your clit further up into Shinsou’s mouth. You let out a loud moan and sigh of relief and surprise when you could feel your juices spraying onto Shinsou’s face and watched as they dripped down his chin.

You had never squirted before. You could feel a calm wash over you as you settled down. Shinsou wiped his hand down his chin. “That was fucking sexy.”

He kissed your lower lips one last time before standing up and allowing you to scooch further up on the bed. You were exhausted but it didn’t matter. Watching Shinsou strip down and seeing his cock spring to life only made you want more of him.

He crawled over you and kissed your lips. He tasted like a mix of your juices and honey, probably from that tea you saw him drinking not too long ago. Whatever it was, it was addictive. “Are you ready?” he asked as he positioned the head of his cock in line with your opening.

You nodded, heaving up and down and running your hand along the side of his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Shinsou was thicker than most of the people you had slept with, and you always felt the stretch of him penetrating you every time he pushed himself in.

Knowing that it probably hurt a little, the stretch of it all, he paused every so often and kissed your face, allowing you to warm up before he bottomed out inside of you. You were just so tight and welcoming, it took all his strength not to pound into you immediately, to take it nice and slow as he rubbed against your clit with his thumb.

Your face was hot. It was odd to you that it had never felt this way before, that until now you had never been this nervous to feel his cock pulsing inside of you and to feel his mouth nip at your clit and nipples. You had closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

Shinsou reached over to tickle the palm of your hand. As you looked up at him, he cupped your face and smiled down at you before he started to thrust his hips.

You squirmed and writhed around as he bucked deeper in and out of the hole that seemed to suck him in further and further.

He felt it was so unfair because he never seemed to last as long as he wanted to when he was with you. The way your aching pussy clenched around him so tight was euphoric. He wanted to let his dick bask in your warm, gushing cavern forever.

“You’re beautiful,” you heard him whisper as he sped up, his orgasm fast approaching. “You’re perfect.”

And again, you squirmed around as that cord built up inside of you and snapped, leaving you gushing around Shinsou’s cock and heaving up and down underneath him.

Shinsou didn’t last much longer. He came almost immediately after you did, feeling your walls clench around him oh so tight. He rolled over next to you and laid his head in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your nose as you nuzzled into him.

“We should clean up.”

“After snuggles,” he yawned.

You laughed. He’d never been this clingy until now. He had never praised you so much until now. “What does this mean?”

“Hm?”

“For us?”

Shinsou rolled over to look at you. “It means you’re gonna sleep in this bed with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I’m waking up early to make my girlfriend a pancake breakfast. Okay, kitten?”

You had to keep yourself from squealing at the nickname. Instead, you closed your eyes with a goofy smile on your face. “Okay.”

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ibuki-loves-you · 4 years ago

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hey !! i rlly liked your drv3 boys with a s/o who acts like mikan, i was wondering if you could do that with the trigger happy havoc boys ? tysm have a good day <3

Trigger Happy Havoc boys with an S/O who acts like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: The support I got on the DRV3 with an S/O who is Mikan reincarnated is insane. I have a few more asks with this specific theme. Just, thank you. Thank you so so much! I'm so excited to write them.

You have a good day too, nonnie!

Makoto:

Makoto is so caring

He always tried his best to make sure you were happy

If someone ever insulted or made fun of you, he'd be pretty angry

Specifically Junko, she likes to bug you

"S/O~ Can you show me what a cat looks like?" "A-Alright..." "No! S/O, please don't do that!"

He wants to be around you often

Just to make sure no one is bothering you

And that you haven't fell

Speaking of falling

If you took a fall in front of him he'd be incredibly flustered but quick to help you nonetheless

If it was a...difficult position, he'd cover you as soon as possible with the brightest blush on his face

"I-I'm sorryyyyy!" "Don't apologize, S/O. It was an accident! Accidents happen!"

If you ever thought he was mad at you he'd feel so horrible, even if he did nothing wrong

"I-I'm so s-sorry, M-Makoto! I'll repay y-you! Sh-should I take my clothes o-off?" "S/O, no no no! You did not make me mad at all! And even if you did you would not have to repay me! Never! Also, don't offer to take your clothes off for me when you genuinely don't want to. You should only show your body to those you want, when you want."

Very supportive boyfriend

Mondo:

Your personalities clash but somehow you got together?

He's loud and doesn't give a single fuck about pissing anyone off and you are, well, the opposite

To say he's protective would be an understatement

No one, and I mean no one, could or would fuck with you

The one time Byakuya told you to speak up, Mondo flipped

"Oh for Christ's sake. Will you speak up? No one can understand you when you're mumbling incoherent nonsense." "The fuck you just say to my S/O you pompous piece of shit!?!"

Then he proceeded to break Byakuya's glasses and give him an almost broken nose

Yeah, no one bothered you

If you took a fall in front of him, he will either catch you or help you as soon as you hit the floor

If you fall in a suggestive position, he'd cover you AS SOON AS A VIEW IS GIVEN

No one, and I mean NO ONE, is catching a peak at you trust me

And if someone laughs, oh boy

They have an angry and very violent biker to deal with

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd immediately think it was his fault because of his anger problems

"I-I'm s-sorry! D-Do you w-want me to t-take my clothes off?" "Shit, baby no. Don't be sorry, you did nothin' wrong. I promise, I'm not mad at all. Don't offer to take your clothes off for me unless you want to, not because you wanna please me. That's not how I want this relationship to be, and I doubt you disagree."

Mondo cares so much about you and just wants to protect you through thick and thin <3

Yasuhiro:

Yasuhiro thinks you're adorable

Like you could do no wrong in his eyes

He wants to hug you 24/7

Don't think he won't either

If anyone tried to be mean to you, he'd be so confused and upset

"Why would you say that? They did nothing wrong, so why would you say something so rude for no reason? Uncalled for, man."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd be so late

Like you'd be on the floor and he wouldn't notice until you whimpered or something along those lines

"S/O! How'd you get down there? C'mon, I'll help you, don't worry!"

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd still be so late to responding

But when he does he blushes so much

"W-Why didn't I save myself the trouble and predict this?"

But nonetheless he is quick to pull you to his chest and hide you from the views of anyone else who may have been around

If you ever offered to take your clothes off just to please him, he'd be a little upset

"S/O, I don't want you to do that just because you wanna make me happy. That doesn't make me happy, especially because it doesn't make you happy. Please don't do that. You're body is too beautiful to be shown just for the sake of satisfying someone."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be confused as to if he did something or not

"H-Hiro! I-I didn't m-mean to m-make you m-mad at me! I-I'm s-sorry!" "Hey, look at me S/O. Do I look mad? I don't think I do. I'm not mad at all! Don't apologize for something you didn't do, alright? I love you! Wanna do a reading with me? Maybe it'll cheer you up."

Overall, Yasuhiro's a slow but loving partner. He won't let you down. Except when you fall. Then he does.

Leon:

Another protective one!

Leon is so so so protective

You are his baby, no one is gonna fuck with you

Or else he'll take his bat to their knees

But say an unlucky fellow does try to do such a thing

They're going to be limping around for a bit

"Hey, S/O! A little birdie told me you wouldn't mind giving others a little show. Mind doing so?" "O-Oka-" "No. S/O, don't. As for you, you asshole, I suggest you walk away before I knock your fucking teeth down your throat."

He never stops telling you about how you should only show your body to those you want to show

He hates that you'd offer just to make someone happy

"Baby, don't do that. It's gonna make you upset in the long run. You're body is way to beautiful and perfect to be shown to others freely. Only show it to people you want to show. Promise me you'll do that?"

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he'd help you up as soon as he sees. Which is pretty quick

He'd immediately grab your hands and tell you that it's okay

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd be as red as his hair, but he'd still race to cover you up and make sure you're okay

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be angry with himself for making you think that

"A-Ah! I-I'm s-sorry I-I made y-you angry! I-" "You know I hate interrupting you, but I just want you to know you don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong! Not a thing! I don't want you to think for a second you made me mad because you didn't. I don't think I can get mad at you, if we're being completely honest."

Leon wants you to know that you are absolutely beautiful and no matter what you will always have him by your side

Chihiro:

Chihiro is shy too, so he completely understands

He's seen first-hand what shy people go through, so he gets pretty worried when it comes to you

If anyone ever tried to mess with you, he'd step in immediately, even if it ended up with him getting picked on. As long as it wasn't on you

"S/O, stop pissing me off, will you? You're really getting on my nerves." "S/O didn't do anything to you. I d-don't even think they know you. S-So please leave them alone."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he would try to catch you but end up falling with you

As embarrassed as you two were, you still found it a little funny

If you fell in a suggestive position, he'd be beat red but would cover you up as soon as possible

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for him, he'd be so upset

"N-No, S/O! You don't have to do that! I d-don't want you to offer to do that just because you want to please me. I w-want you for your personality! Your body isn't what I fell in love with!"

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd cry on the spot

"I-I'm so so s-sorry, Chihiro! I'll do w-whatever I can t-to make it up to y-you!" "S-S/O, y-you don't have to! Please, I promise I'm not m-mad! See? I'm not m-mad. Please don't ever think I-I am. I love you t-too much to get mad at you."

This boy loves you so much and just wants you to be as happy as possible

Kiyotaka:

Taka tries his absolute best to stop your people-pleasing ways

He believes it will hurt you in the long run, and he is right

Most things you do often result in you being extremely uncomfortable and sad

Taka doesn't want to see that! Taka wants to see you happy!

If someone ever insulted you, Atua help them

They will get detention for eternity

"Hey! S/O! You're really getting on my nerves!" "Ahh! I-I'm sorry! W-What should I do to repay y-you?" "S/O, that isn't necessary! You owe them nothing! If anything, they owe you an apology! So, apologize, right now! And you have detention for the month!"

Yeah, no one bothered you after that because no one wants detention

If you took a fall in front of him, Taka is probably the quickest to react

If he doesn't catch you, he is once again quick and immediately picks you back up

And if it's suggestive position you end up in, he will be redder than his eyes but still help as soon as possible

Taka might be the one that hates the fact you offer to show your body as compensation for potentially making someone angry the most

"S/O! Please don't do that! It is wrong for you to expose yourself like that just to please someone! You don't need to please anyone but yourself! So don't offer to show yourself unless you are positive that you want to!"

If you ever thought Taka was mad at you, he might cry

His voice would go down, a lot

"...I'm not mad...I promise. I would never get mad at you. I need you to know that. Please, don't offer to please me or repay me in some way. It...makes me sad. I love you."

Overall, Taka will always keep you safe. No matter what.

Byakuya:

Byakuya probably got annoyed with you at first

But as time progressed he slowly grew more attached

A protective instinct he never knew he had kicked into full gear

If someone Toko ever made fun of you, oh boy

He'd blast

"H-Hey, whore! I think y-you should r-really d-dress a little nic-" "I'm going to stop you right there. Don't utter another word. Someone as pathetic as yourself shouldn't bother insulting others. Maybe work on your own image before you try to 'correct' others."

If you ever fell in front of him, he'd probably scoff and offer his hand

He'd never admit it, but he worries every time you take a fall. So he always makes sure to ask if you're okay

If you fell in a suggestive position, he loses his composure for a moment and goes bright red

Once he snaps out of his little daze, he quickly takes your hands and pulls you to your feet

He covers you up immediately after you stand

One time, Toko was getting on Byakuya's nerves again and it was obvious he was over her bullshit

Because of this, you offered to take your clothes off to please him

To say he was upset would be an understatement

"How do you suggest such a thing so casually? Just because I'm in a foul mood does not mean I want you to remove your clothes just for my own personal pleasure. That's ridiculous. Don't offer yourself to me unless you want to. Put yourself before others."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, oh boy

For once, he'd completely lose his shit

"What on Earth made you think I was mad at you!? I don't understand, I just- no." Byakuya paused to take a breather. "No, I'm not mad. Not one bit. Just...just no. I know I don't say it much but I truly love you too much to be angry with you. I swear, I am not mad at you."

Togami doesn't mean to sound harsh, but he does get worried about you and your safety

He loves you too much to let anything happen to you

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sagendipity · 3 years ago

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reminder i'm sage i used to be notplanningshit until i accidentally deleted my blog so now im reposting my works!

info: quackity x reader, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, no warnings

on frizzy hair and the pursuit of perfection

Intellectually, in the rational side of your brain, you know that what you’re feeling is stupid.

You see the Instagram posts talking about the importance of self-affirmation and mental health. You see the tweets saying that people are more than their family’s perception of them. You realize that having a condescending and judgmental family is almost a right of passage for your generation.

These are all things you know, intellectually. But knowing something intellectually does jack shit for actually convincing your heart of whatever you know. You can yell at yourself all you want, but it’s clearly not your rational brain making you tear up at yet another text from your dad that was along the lines of “cool, could be better, though.”

You just want someone, just once, to celebrate an achievement with you. You want to be excited to share something with someone, without fear of them scoffing in the face of your pride and excitement. In your family- hell, in the world, certainly- someone has always done better, and you’re damn sure to be reminded of such.

It’s been years of this same behavior, ever since you can remember. It’s not just your dad, either, it’s your whole family- aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. The whole town you grew up in had this haughty, arrogant air about it, where everyone was constantly competing, even if there was no reason for it. Take the hardest classes, get the least sleep, get the biggest scholarship. Even your friends would flex their better test scores at you, and refuse to help you with the homework, in case you somehow got a better score on a test than them. You know it’s how they were raised, they’re just a product of their environment and don’t know how bad it hurts, but it still stung then, and probably always will. You’re still in contact with a few of them, and it’s just more of the same whenever you exchange a handful of quick texts every couple months.

You know you should stop giving information about your achievements to them, but when your dad texts and asks how you are, there’s not much you can reply with other than “good, got a promotion at work!” From there, it’s a slippery slope of him asking what new benefits you got, and then the judgmental few moments where the gray dots disappear and reappear while he tries to compose his thoughts about your inadequacy in the least-abrasive way a middle-aged man can. That is to say, not un-abrasively at all. In fact, his words are often delivered with the finesse of low-grit sandpaper on soft wood.

Well, could be more. Work harder and maybe you’ll get an increase next month. I got a lot of bonuses at work when I was your age. All you have to do is take the bad shifts and get some good customer reviews. You’ll get there.

You stare at the fresh new message on your phone screen before clicking it off with a bone-deep sigh, your eyes betraying your rational side by, again, tearing up. You shove the heels of your hands into your eyes and rub until the tears are forced away and you see spots.

That’s how Alex finds you, sat on the foot of your shared bed with your hands rubbing fiercely at your eyes. He’s probably just come to grab a hoodie- the setting sun brings with it a cool breeze that washes through your open windows and cools the house from the warmth it’d gathered from the day’s sun.

“You good?” He asks, opening his closet door and pulling out a hoodie. He wrestles it on over his head as he waits for your response- when he pushes his head out the other end, hair mussed and static-y, you still haven’t answered. “Baby?”

He comes and sits down next to you. Your eyes, red-rimmed but still dry, track his movements before flicking to catalog every tuft of disheveled hair protruding from his head. With a superficial smile, you reach up to smooth his long, black locks back and down into place. It doesn’t matter; he’s going to slip on a beanie sooner or later, but for now, you distract yourself by combing gentle fingers through the soft strands.

“Not that I don’t appreciate this,” Alex murmurs, brown eyes searching your face for an answer to what has you upset. “But what’s wrong?”

“Just my dad,” you whisper, not trusting your voice not to crack. You avoid his gaze, keeping your eyes fixed stubbornly on his hair as you finish your work. “There. You looked like a hedgehog.”

He huffs a little laugh, but scoots closer to you and grabs a hand out of your lap- you’d curled your hands into tight fists, your nails digging little red crescents into your palm. He uncurls the hand he’s holding and reaches for the other, but you save him the work by instead grabbing onto your own thigh tightly, redirecting the frustration. He rubs small circles into the aching skin of your other palm while he waits for you to gather yourself and explain, now that the ice has been broken on the topic.

“He always acts like whatever I do is just not quite good enough for him. They all do- him, my mom, even my fucking friends.” You rub your free hand down your face, trying to alleviate some tension. It does not work. “I don’t know why I’m still upset. They’ve been doing it forever.”

“That’s probably why you’re still upset. You hope they’d grown up enough to stop doing that.” Alex presses his thumb into the center of your palm. It grounds you, and you swallow around the lump in your throat.

“It’s not even a matter of immaturity- it’s not as simple as a pissing contest. It’s just who they are. They don’t think perfection exists, but they want me to achieve it anyways.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. That sounds exhausting.”

He sounds so sincere, so genuine, like the idea of you being treated this way is deeply upsetting to him. You’d never really… experienced that. Someone recognizing your struggle, and admitting that it must fucking suck is something you’d never been graced with.

His brow is furrowed in a display of concern, eyes gentle and searching. He’s not lying, he means what he said, and he’s not going to follow it up with a “but-,”.

Eyes beginning to sting again, you lean forward until you’re resting your forehead on his shoulder. The soft fabric of his hoodie immediately calms you, along with the warmth you can feel emanating from him. It makes sense, after all, that the personification of pure sunshine would have such warmth about them.

Alex scoots forward, gathering you more closely in his arms, his legs awkwardly folded so that you can sit right in front of him. His hands come up to hold you, one fisting in the fabric of your sweatshirt, and the other resting on the back of your neck, gentle, but firm. You let out a shuddering breath, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. Not going to cry.

“I got a promotion at work,” you mutter, taking a long, deep breath. You brace yourself, waiting for a dismissive response. “That’s what set my dad off- I got- he-.”

Your voice cracks, and you trail off with a small sigh, clutching at Alex’s hoodie even tighter. It’s thick and soft under your fingers, and you knead at it like a cat.

“A promotion?! Baby, that’s amazing!” Alex pulls back just enough to take a glance at you, his own expression steeling from excitement back to sadness as he sees that you are still fighting back tears. “Sweetheart, I think you’re the only person to ever cry after getting a promotion.”

A little laugh escapes your chest, huffy and wet, but still a laugh. Alex’s lips curl into a smile as he reaches up to smooth back some of your stray hairs, like you’d done for him a moment or two ago. You smile, reaching up to intercept his hand, and lace the two of you’s fingers together.

He squeezes your hand where it’s resting in his grip, looking at your linked fingers briefly. “Also, your family is wrong.”

“About what specifically?” You huff, wiping at your eyes for hopefully the final time.

“About perfection not existing. It does, and I know exactly what it looks like.” Despite the serious words, Alex is fighting back a smile. You narrow your eyes at him, already anticipating the next thing he’s going to say. “It looks like you, dumbass.”

You groan, feeling a hot blush rise to your cheeks immediately. You tip forward to bury yourself in Alex’s neck, this time hiding your flustered face and stupidly happy grin.

“I can feel your smile against my neck, you know.”

“Oh, fuck off-.”

With the hand that’s on the back of your neck, Alex coaxes you out of hiding just to press a kiss to your forehead. “Really. I am proud of you. I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me about your achievements because of what your family has done to you.”

“Okay,” you whisper again, voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

He hums in response, tilting his head and looking at you with what can only be described as pure fondness in his eyes. Then, he leans down to meet you for a delicate kiss, and your eyes finally stop stinging.

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Excerpt from Sugar Cats News, circa 1961:

“Last night, in West Bismark, known baseball protege and part-time model, Valentin Vader aka “The Batter”, 52, was arrested after bludgeoning and beating small-time crook, Everett Smirk. Mr.Smirk was presumably caught trespassing by Vader, and subsequently beaten as a result. Local police had little to comment, but our reporters managed to grab the excerpt listed below:

“”It’s sadistic is what it is, playing judge and jury like that. Noone should extend the hand of the law with their own. Mr.Smirk should be alive tonight.””

Eloha Vader, 55, and their son , Hugo, were seen cowering in the doorway as Valentin was taken away by local police. Readers, I can only imagine how shaken they must be, how frightening it is to know your own husband and father turned out to be a bloodthirsty killer. My condolences for this broken family. May justice come down on Mr.Vader the same way he did on his victim(s?).”

Damn them, damn them damn them damn-

He yanks again, the chair he’s chained to practically lifts. He goes into a slouch then, tries to curl up like some dead spider under a couch

“They hurt my wrists.”

“They’re cuffs and you’re yanking on them like some animal, what do you expect? Take the medicine, act happy, no more cuffs; just like promised.” He slides the accursed bottle to the front of his desk and gestures at it. “They aren’t going to let you just do what you want, you know?” He says. Valentin thinks he’s fighting off a smile, but if he says that he’ll just… get the drugs doubled, or something.

“They hurt my head.”

“You barely take them, of course-”

“They make me dizzy and they make me tired. I can’t take ‘em.” He retorts. His free hand dips and bows in the air for emphasis.

They’ve had this argument before, and they’ll have it again if no one understands that they hurt him.

“ We aren’t changing them, Mr.Vader. Not until there is improvement-” The therapist is cut off as Valentin yanks hard on the cuff. The chair scuffs the floor. “-and until you can get it together.” He leans back in his stuffy chair and crosses his stuffy arms.

“That’s the deal, that’s the situation. Like it, or no living freely; nothing.” He spits some on the ‘th’. “Now, I’m going to give you these, and you’re going to get-”

Valentin rubs his wrists as he strolls down the desolate sidewalk. Why couldn’t he be sent somewhere nice… maybe Joas. Joas would have hedges and at the very least, street lamps that lit the damn sidewalk.

But no.

He’s in Vesper and he’s being thrown around by Enoch’s men like cats do a bird, and he’s going to keep being thrown around until he can’t stand.

Damn them to shit and fire and whatever else they’d hate.

But no.

“Hey, I know you from somewhere, don’t I?”

If it’s another brown nosing reporter, he swears he’ll lose it. He breathes in deep and shifts his head.

“Zacharie?” Relief. A friend in this hell.

“One and the same. How’s life? I’m gonna pretend your face hasn’t been plastered on every wall and every wall’s crevice there is.” He says.

“Anyone normal wouldn’t say that.” He quips.

“Luckily for you and I,” Zacharie grabs the handrail, hand just below Valentin’s. “I’m not.”

“Lucky us.” He replies. The tram shakes. “What are you doing talking to a murderer?”

“Alleged, dear Valentin, alleged.”

“Alleged.” He won’t disagree, Zacharie’s the only friendly face… well, mask, he’s seen in some time. Guy wore a strange mask for as long as Valentin could remember… maybe he should think about wearing one too; it’d help with the ‘paparazzi’ at least.

“You don’t have a wife.”

“Maybe one day I will, if you’ll let me leave here alive, that is.” He breathes a laugh. Valentin’s jaw clenches along with his grip on the rail.

“It’s best that we don’t talk too much. Leave the air some space.” He says. He gives his friend a look poisonous enough to put down a horse.

Zacharie raises his free hand in apology.

“Only kidding. Too soon for it, understood. ” He says.

They stand in silence, the only noise coming from the tracks and the jingling jangling of Zacharies bag on his back. A small vanilla card drops to the floor, Valentin does not alert him and Zacharie does not seem to be aware of his loss. “The old Beatdown, in the industrial section.” He waves at Valentin. “That’s where I’ll make a proper apology to my dearly eh… outlawed friend. Let me take you there, see familiar sights.” His eyes are crinkled, suggesting a smile. “You’ll come, won’t you?”

Valentin lets silence separate them. He hasn’t thought of The Beatdown in a long time, having left it behind for upper class and stuffy men that spit and spat. He’d been a grand fighter, earning the title ‘The Boxer’. The public haven’t been very creative when naming him.

He hums and looks around the cart like he’s ruminating. He faces Zacharie again.

“Fine.” He lies. “I’ll come. You’ll apologize and we’ll be even. I’d even buy from you again.” That wasn’t a lie, about not buying. Valentin would buy a stick from Zacharie, not that he’d ever admit that.

Zacharie grabs his arms and shakes it in excitement. “Noon, tomorrow evening.” The tram comes to a halt. “See you then!” He says and winks.

The train sits impatiently for its two passengers. Zacharie practically skips away with Valentin close behind. He stops to pick up the card and pocket it; Zacharie probably wanted him to have it. They’ve stepped off, shaken hands, and separated before he reads the card.

SUGAR CATS NEWS

News for keeps

He sneers and rips it. Of course Zacharie reads that crap. Of course he was there for giggles and shits. The Beatdown his ass.

He’s huffing and puffing all the way to his house before he’s calmed down enough to realize that everyone’s read Hip Cats schlock. It’s the only news source the, damn them to hell and whatnot, guardians hadn’t shut down. Forlorn now, he walks up to the darkened doorway, hand steady on the knob.

Here’s to tomorrow.

There’s blood everywhere, his skin feels soaked with it. His hair is a mess where the bat struck. Bits and scraps of himself are strewn all across the front hallway. If he could move at all, he’d turn and catch the moon peeking in through the window of the door.

He sees himself instead, bat in hand. He doesn’t have remorse, he doesn’t care that someones bleeding to death on his expensive carpeting. Valentin’s foot flinches, and down the bat comes again. More tidbits fly across the room… probably onto more carpeting. Vader loves carpets, thinks it makes the house automatically chique. Valentin wears down his head, he’s sick with it.

He’s sick.

His head is swimming.

Dear god there’s blood everywhere.

#ITS literally just my last off fic post slightly edited and added onto. i have no idea how it reads and im scared to keep writing #but uhm yeagh :)#still very much a rough rough draft. i want to add more to the nightmare and be more descriptive with some stuff #writing

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