#no problem alone.. I’m just bad at voicing an opinion when I’m with someone

[acesammy]

On the one hand I desperately crave close connections with people… on the other, I am so much more functional as an individual.

[probably-writing-x]

I’ll love you in the morning

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Being in a relationship with Rafe meant arguments were a regular occurrence, a day didn’t feel normal without one. But the thing with you and Rafe - you never went to bed angry at each other

Warnings: Cursing, jealous rafe, fluffy as heckkkkk

Author’s Note: Been binge watching OBX for the thousandth time so it only felt right to write about it now :) Please send me any requests you might have, there is a masterlist on my page of everything else I have written for before, but am happy to take requests for anything and I’ll see what I can do x Have a lovely day angels <3

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You weren’t sure why he was mad at you, but it seemed to radiate in the space between you. It was obvious in the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, the way his jaw clenched when he heard someone mention your name. It was midsummers tonight, and he’d invited you as his date - making you one of the only Pogues here. The two of you had been dating for a little under a year, and your anniversary was coming up in a few weeks. He’d hated you at first, he just knew you as John B’s sister, a Pogue through and through, and that was enough in itself for him to have a bad opinion of you. But, a year ago, you’d both got drunk at one of the parties on the beach, and he’d argued with you over which can of beer was his, and then you’d woken up the following morning next to him on the beach. Though, when you’d gone to leave, he’d asked you to stay. And that seemed to be the basis of the start of your relationship - Rafe asking you to stay. And you’d agreed.

“Hey (Y/N),” It’s Sarah that walks over to you, looking seemingly fed up of the Kook atmosphere already.

“Hey,” You try to smile back, pulling your eyes away from Rafe.

“Everything okay?” She frowns, standing beside you at the bar.

“Your brother,” You roll your eyes, resting your chin on your hands in front of you.

“When isn’t he the problem?” She laughs, “What’s he done this time?”

“I don’t think he’s done anything, I think he’s mad at me but I don’t know what I’ve done,” You shake your head, “He won’t even look at me.”

Before you can say anything else, JJ and Kie come over to the two of you, JJ dressed in his full server outfit - convincing everyone but you guys that he might actually work here. You’d been friends with JJ since he’d met John B and you spent basically all of your life with him.

“Please tell me this will be over soon,” Kie groans, shifting the material of her silk dress over her torso, “I hate this.”

You were wearing a dark green dress that Rafe had picked out of the three options you found in Sarah’s closet of unworn clothes. It hugged your figure and sat perfectly around your chest, flowing down in silk over your shoes.

“I don’t recognise you when you look like this (Y/N),” JJ points out, taking your drink and finishing the rest of it, “Very… kook.”

You roll your eyes and hit at his chest, “Grow up JJ, I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you in proper clothes ever.”

He grabs your hand when you push him and pulls you in as if he’s about to twist your arm. But an all too familiar voice cuts between you.

“Hey, waiter,” Rafe shouts, “My drink’s looking close to empty, get me another.”

JJ drops your arm and looks at Rafe with a clenched jaw, “Get it yourself.”

“I don’t think you want to talk like that to me here,” Rafe lets out a laugh, the kind that comes from deep in his chest, “These are my people, not yours.”

“Rafe stop it,” You sigh, trying to step between him and JJ before this escalates further.

“So why don’t you get the fuck out of here, and leave my people, and my girlfriend, alone?” Rafe’s words are cold, calculated, separate from so much of what you knew of your boyfriend.

You push JJ back and stand between the two of them, turning your body to look directly at Rafe, but his eyeline falls above you and looks over at JJ still, “Rafe, leave it out.”

He doesn’t look at you, walking away with that tension in his shoulders that didn’t seem to leave.

“For fuck’s sake,” You mutter under your breath, “I’m sorry JJ.”

He laughs, dragging a hand through his hair, “Come on (Y/N) we all know you’re the only Pogue he doesn’t hate, that’s not going to change.”

You take a deep breath and look towards the direction that Rafe had just stormed out to, “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

“Let us know if you need anything (Y/N),” Sarah calls out from behind you, the only one of any of them that was somewhat close to being able to understand Rafe.

~~~

You know he’s back at the house, and you’re thankful he’s thought enough to not lock the door behind him. It’s dark in the mansion and it’s eerie when you’re alone like this. You follow the steps upstairs towards his room, relieved when you catch the sight of the light on.

“Rafe?”

“Get out (Y/N), go back to the party,” His voice is cold, harsh.

“Rafe what the fuck have I done?”

“Nothing, just go back.”

He still won’t look at you.

“Nothing? You won’t talk to me, won’t touch me, won’t look at me, you haven’t since we got to that fucking party. You asked me to go and then spend the whole night ignoring me? What the fuck is this?” You’re raising your voice without thinking about it, the anger fuelling the fire in your veins.

“Just leave it (Y/N), I’m fine,” He tugs off the tie from around his neck, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“So that’s what this is now? We don’t even fight it out?” You scoff, “I’m not doing this with you Rafe. I’m not having you make me feel like shit all night, ignore me completely, embarrass me in front of my friends, and then tell me you’ll ‘talk to me later’.”

You try to stop your lips from wobbling, stop your hands from trembling, stop your burning desire to fall into his arms.

“(Y/N), don’t act like you don’t see how people look at you,” He shakes his head.

“No, fuck you, Rafe,” You shake your head, letting the tears bubble in your eyes, “You want to talk about people looking at me? Maybe people were looking at me because you were ignoring me all night!”

“You fucking love it, it’s like all eyes on you, and you don’t do anything to stop it!”

“Are you kidding me? Are you taking the fucking piss Rafe?” You’re fully yelling now, “Who do you think you are? No, who do you think I am?”

He’s quiet.

“I’m not dealing with this,” There are tears spilling over your cheeks now, staining them with the running of your mascara, “If you think I love other people looking at me so much, maybe I should go to one of them, because they certainly wouldn’t spend an entire night ignoring me.”

“(Y/N)!” He calls, watching as you turn on your heel to walk back out of the house.

As you’re just reaching the front door, his scream rips through the house, enough to make you flinch. Your heart is forcing you to go back, but you defy it, closing the front door behind you and walking back out into the dark.

~~~

You’re not sure how long you’ve been down by the beach, listening to the repetitions of waves over the sand, the hum of Midsummers still going on behind you, the silence that always remains after a fight.

In all of the arguments you’d had, it never ended with you storming out. You’d argue, and yell, and disagree, until eventually you didn’t. You would meet in the middle, admitting when you were wrong, and explaining when you knew you were right. But it worked both ways and, that was the thing, it always worked. You’d be mad at each other until he told you he loved you and you told him you’d love him tomorrow, he’d laugh and know that you meant it, that you’d always forgive him.

Today felt different. Rafe felt like he was arguing with himself whilst he was arguing with you, and you weren’t going to listen to him accuse you of things he knew you’d never do.

You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around yourself as the chill starts to pick up a little over the beach, sending a shiver through your skin.

That’s when you hear him, stumbling steps over the sand until eventually they stop beside you.

“Can I sit?”

You take a deep breath and nod, still looking out over the water to avoid falling into the gaze of his eyes. Rafe takes a seat in the space beside you, so close that his arm brushes yours. Without a second thought, he pulls the suit jacket from around him and wraps it over your shoulders, his hands lingering there for a moment. You instinctively pull the material around you, breathing in the scent of his his aftershave that clung to the lapels.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” He sighs, and you’re sure you can hear a tremble in his voice, “I didn’t mean what I said back there. I’m not saying I didn’t think it, but I shouldn’t have said it the way I did.”

“Why did you think that though, Rafe?” You shake your head, still not looking at him directly.

“It’s not because of you. It’s everyone else. I see the way they look at you, it’s like as soon as you’re there, they all look at you like prey,” He clenches his jaw, “And I hate it, and then I see them and I think why isn’t it them that you’re with.”

“Is that why you started on JJ?”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I know,” He nods, “I’ll apologise to him.”

You can’t help but laugh, “No you won’t.”

He laughs too, and for a moment that’s all there is.

“I don’t want to lose this (Y/N), but the more I think of that, the more I convince myself that I am going to lose it, and that terrifies me,” He drags a hand through his hair, “I get if you’re still mad at me, I’ll walk you home if you don’t want to stay.”

You take in a deep breath and exhale, moving your head to rest on his shoulder, “The problem is, Rafe, I’m the only one that can put up with you.”

As if he is worried you’ll slip away, he wraps an arm around your waist and grips you tightly, his head turning to breath in the scent of your hair, “I love you, (Y/N).”

You hum in response, nuzzling your head into his neck more, “I’ll love you in the morning.”

He kisses the top of your hair, once, twice, three times, letting his lips linger on the third, “Do you want to go back to mine?”

“No.”

You can feel the panic coarse through him, like he’s worried this time is still different than the rest, that he’d be going to bed alone thinking of everything he shouldn’t have said.

“I want to stay here,” You mumble, snuggling into the warmth he seemed to radiate, reaching your arms around him.

Rafe laughs and it rumbles through his chest against you, pulling you as close to him as he can get you to be.

~~~

The following morning, you wake up to the sun. Rafe’s jacket is still draped over you, your head resting on the rise and fall of his chest. Your legs are tangled in his, and his arms are gripping you tighter than ever, his eyes still shut.

You reach up and press a kiss to his jaw, the closest to his lips that you can reach from this angle. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, so innocent compared to what everyone else thought they knew of Rafe - because nobody else got to see him like this, like you did.

He hums against your touch, his body waking up before his eyes have the strength to open. When he can just about muster the strength, he pokes one eye open to look at you, stretching one arm away from you and tucking it under his head, “Do you love me now?”

You laugh, kissing his jaw three more times, “I do.”

[princelylove]

Divinity.

Synopsis: Post-canon vento aureo, you are Giorno Giovanna’s bodyguard, and his obsession. 

Warnings: typical possessive yandere behavior, reader is trapped later on, not sfw later on but it’s just masturbation, I’m a Giorno pussy truther it’s not explicitly stated but I want you to know

Length: A little over 2k.

Giorno Giovanna is something out of a dream. It’s difficult to not stare. His presence itself is enchanting, although often overwhelming.

He’s often misunderstood. Misrepresented. He’s a complex individual, it’s unfair to put his psychology in the same category as someone more simple-minded.

You can’t think of why his presence overwhelms you. His perfume is subtle, he’s well mannered, well spoken, well educated and cultured, well groomed, and relatively charming. There’s just something off about him, in your point of view. 

Giorno is naturally graceful, he’s only become more pleasing to the eyes as he’s gotten older. The way he holds his fingers up for birds to rest on him is something out of a fairytale.

You took this job because of the pay. Never mind the fact that your client is handsome, and generally pleasant to be around. His other bodyguards aren’t so bad either- Guido’s a nice man, when he’s not working. Sheila E seems fine to be around as well, but you haven’t really interacted with her much. They’ve both warned you about how Giorno is to be your absolute top priority- you’re not a mafioso, you’re just a bodyguard. It must be nice to have someone’s absolute loyalty like that, you think.

The way Giorno asks to be taken home to his room… It almost makes you believe that he really does need you. He seems soft compared to the others- like he isn’t hardened by the burden of life, or whatever that ‘Murolo’ guy was on about. 

Giorno’s voice is comforting and refreshing. His tone is quiet, and soft. You’re only really certain he’s speaking when he makes harder sounds, such as ‘t’ or ‘k.’ The way he looks at you with his doe eyes, and soft tone… it eats you alive to not succumb to his will. 

This misinterpretation would cost you your life, as Giorno falls head over heels at such a romantic, protective gesture of guiding him up his own staircase and reassuring him that all is well, you’re right there. 

He smiles. You can’t help but watch his lips as he speaks in that same soft spoken manner.

“Thank you, but you’re dismissed for the night.”

Giorno’s obsession drives him. He is nothing without hope, there is always a way for him to achieve his goals. He doesn’t really understand why he keeps getting off track- his only love is justice, and hope, it doesn’t make any sense for his mind to cling to a human being. 

Humans are vile things, really.  His stepfather was evil, his mother was evil, his peers were evil- there was no good in humanity besides from him.

There are humans who are good, there’s just a lot of problems that need fixing before he feels comfortable saying that all of humanity hasn’t failed him. 

Giorno is often well intentioned; It kills him to see people go through what he did. If he had the ability to protect others from the fate he once had, why not? He just knows he can do better. There is always more to be done, always more to improve upon. Self betterment is the path to freeing the soul. 

That has nothing to do with his methods, or his real opinion on the majority of people.

Giorno’s dream is to protect the innocent, above all else. 

His misanthropic point of view still seeps into the way he handles most situations. Passione hasn’t had a single slip up in many, many years. Having faith in your own men, and having faith that everyone other than your possessions will do what they can to get up in the world is a bit depressing, but it’s been working. 

As long as his possessions adore him, they won’t leave for something better. Not that you could leave Passione, betrayal means death, but Giorno will do everything in his power to not feel the sting of being left alone.

Giorno is most comfortable when he knows he has everyone in the room wrapped around his well manicured pinky finger. He doesn’t particularly mind playing into their fantasies, or allowing them a sense of control. You can think that you’re the boss in your relationship with Giorrno, but that’s never going to be true, even if you’re physically stronger than him. 

You probably think you are, too. Bodyguards are meant to be strong, it’s a part of the job description- why would someone strong hire three bodyguards? Giorno’s lack of height and subtle muscle make him look like he isn’t a threat, you might compare his body to a ballerina. A weapon would work against him, maybe… if it didn’t turn into a small animal every time you picked one up without asking for permission first. 

Giorno will often play damsel in distress to get what he wants. Even if it isn’t his preference, he’s fine with taking on whatever role he needs to take in order to maintain control. 

He keeps Guido happy by pretending to be considerably more delicate than he really is. He’s easily frightened, and happy to play into Guido’s need to be needed. He showers him with praise fairly often- and will do the same to you, if you react well enough. 

Giorno keeps Sheila E happy by allowing her to ask him as many questions as she’d like. She’s still young- a little bit of curiosity won’t kill him. Why, when he was her age, he was probably more curious. No harm done, it’s nice to stimulate himself with questions he normally wouldn’t think of. 

Those two are easy to please. He… doesn’t know how to keep you happy, yet. The last thing he needs is a resentful bodyguard. Attention, money, affection, and basic human needs are all bartering chips to Giorno. 

He doesn’t want to kiss you on the cheek, it makes him feel easy, but if you want special attention, and that’s the way to get you obsessed with him, fine. Run your hand over his stomach and watch him purr. He’ll fool around with you for a little bit, but he stops you before it can go any further. You’re his bodyguard, this is so inappropriate… If you think you can move on from this and go back to just watching him, let’s just pretend this never happened.

When you come in the next day, he trails his index finger down your spine, and smiles at the way you shiver for him.

Success. 

He seems like the prissy type, you think. Like he’d die if he got dirty or his hair was out of place. You’re just joking, it’s a way to pass the time while you’re at work… you can’t help but smile at the lack of dirt under his fingers despite handling plants all day. 

Giorno smiles back, eager to know what could possibly be making your lips curl up into a smile. 

“Do you like her? She’s gotten so big, lately. I think it’s all the attention I’ve been giving her.” 

Giorno is referring to the philodendron in his arms- a rather large pot with a clingy pile of vines sitting in the dirt. It’s his favorite at the moment, seeing it sprawled out always seems to put him in a good mood. 

“She’s great, sir.” You respond. You’re not really meant to talk to him too much- a bit of advice from Guido rings in your ears whenever Giorno attempts conversation with you.

‘When you’re watching him, you should watch the room, rather than him… it’s kinda easy to get lost in staring. Dude’s pretty.’ 

… You kind of see his point. 

Giorno has all the power in the world. He is life itself. He forbids evil from reaching the truth. But he’s soft, isn’t he. He needs someone to watch over him, to protect him. 

Maybe you’re content with a job like this. It’s not like he’s an awful boss. 

Giorno has always felt like a bird in a cage, placed next to a big window. Just out of reach of his fantasies. He won’t allow anything to be out of his reach, now that he’s free. 

Giorno won’t take what is not his. You have a choice, even if it’s clear what you should be picking. 

His hand rests on top of yours. You’re holding his fingers, and just placed a kiss to his porcelain skin. It’s meant to be symbolic- becoming a formal member of passione and a long-term bodyguard instead of part time is a fairly big deal. 

The words ‘freedom’ and ‘fate’ ring in Giorno’s ears. They aren’t foreign subjects to him. Fate has always been his, and freedom is something he’s always wanted. 

“You’ve become mine, my beloved.” He coos. You might feel your face heating up at such a statement. 

He plans on keeping you now that you’re officially one of his possessions. Your owner is not the one who rests in your bed, but the one who disrupts your sleeping schedule. 

Giorno isn’t sure what to do with himself when he finds himself wanting to be yours instead of the other way around. 

He’d let you take him. He fantasizes about it often- sometimes while you’re on the other side of his door, unaware that he’s touching himself to the thought of you being even slightly possessive towards him. 

You’re already his. He owns you, body and soul, there’s no question about it, but he wants you to want him, and not just in the physically attractive sense. Well. Right now he means in the physically attractive sense. 

What does it matter, though? Of course you’re his, you’re a living being. As far as Giorno’s concerned, life is his, and he is life’s. 

Oh, God, shut up. He can’t think about the technicalities, he’s too busy shoving his fingers into himself and trying to imagine what sort of tone you’d take with him- Would it be loving? Would you be firm? Would you scold him for looking at another? He needs it, he can’t live without it, devote yourself to him and expect a level of access to him in return, he’d happily slut himself out if it was for you and you alone-

You knocking takes him out of the mood entirely. His hands shoot out of his pants, and he backs himself up against the door to make sure you don’t come in.

“Yes, dearest?” He’s trembling. 

“Just making sure you’re alright, I haven’t heard you make any noise in a while…” 

“Oh! I’m fine, I was just… reading, and now I’m getting changed…”

Giorno has a habit of talking when he’s nervous, on those rare occasions, so him choking up like this is entirely unprecedented.

He makes a mental vow to never let you witness him like that again. 

You’re not really sure how you ended up moving with him into his new house.

It’s not like you’re the best person for the job. A live-in bodyguard is a lot more than what you originally signed up for, and when you voice this complaint, Giorno doesn’t seem to take it into account. 

He sighs a little, and makes a gentle reminder: You do as he says, and this is what he is commanding you to do. 

It’s not so bad living in a big house where all you ever do is make sure Giorno doesn’t drop dead. You’ve adjusted well to it, but it’s had it’s ups and downs. 

He’s gotten a lot more attentive, something you have mixed feelings on. 

Should you choose to hide from his ever-present stare, Giorno would pretend to not be able to find you, but speak.

“It’s instinct to fear what you do not understand. Your body serves you very well, darling.”

He opens the closet, where you obviously are not. 

“But I mean you no harm. You are very precious to me.”

The door shuts, and he flicks the lamp off- the only non-natural light in the room. The moon is full, and the curtains are always pulled back- Giorno loves the sun.

His eyes have already adjusted, but he’s sure yours have not.

“Let’s stop playing for tonight, dear. I’ll let you keep that hiding spot provided you return to me in ten seconds. I’ll even close my eyes.”

He starts to count out loud.

“Ten, nine…”

Oh God. What should you do? He’s pissed- you know it.

“Eight, seven, six.”

It’s better to obey. Just give in. You’re not risking his stand pulling you out by your hair again.

“Five, four…”

As you start to crawl out, you wince at the light coming back on.

There’s nothing on his face, not even a smile. The way he looks down at you as if it’s his rightful position is something you’ve become accustomed to, but it still hurts.

[willow-nox]

The Other Daughter of Lady Dimitrescu

Chapter 1: Infant?

Summary: A human infant was found in the year 1998. What will ever come of the child when Mother Miranda finds her alone in a basket in the village when she pays a visit? What happens when she decides to show the four houses of her discovery? What will happen when the four houses meet the infant? What if Mother Miranda were to offer them custody of the infant? ***I don’t own any of Resident Evil Village*** ***I don’t own any of the pictures unless I say*** **All I own is my character and maybe a few other things I may add**

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An Eastern European village. It was a cold day. Every villager prayed to Mother Miranda for them to be safe. Yes, she heard them perfectly well, she didn’t care for them in the least. Again, at the meeting of the four lords, they still acted like children. Spoiled. Mishaps. Failed experiments. All unfit to be my daughter’s host. That’s all Miranda could think of them as. 

“If you don’t mind my children, I must take my leave… important business I must take care of… Don’t do anything you may regret when I get back…”

“But Mother Miranda! Heisenberg brought this upon himself! He dared to bring his forsaken creatures near MY castle. Something must be done!” Said, Lady Dimitrescu seemingly trying to persuade her opinion. Unfortunately, she didn’t care either way. She waved her hand in dismissal.

“Do what you must but all I order is that there is no bloodshed between the four of you. I’m off.” With that, she left.

“Why must I be placed in the same crowd as you three?”

“Hey! Not like I wanted to be grouped with you either, but you know we have no say in the matter. So, you better stop with the shit or there will be problems…”

“Oh! How hilarious you truly are, child.”

“You want to say that again?!”

“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Shut the fuck up you stupid doll!”

“Ha! Seems that you can’t handle a simple ruse out of a doll… How childish.”

The arguments continued. Non-stop. They finally decided to stop arguing, though that was only because Heisenberg let up in the end appealing to Dimitrescu’s demands knowing there was no point in fighting her but not without slurs being thrown at both parties and the spectators. They all went back to their seats and waited for Mother Miranda to return and dismiss them.

During the dispute between the houses, Mother Miranda disguised herself as a traveler passing by trying to find another candidate as a host for her daughter. On she went, passing by villagers and the shrine they go to worship her. Seems to be currently in service she was just about to leave when she heard a cry of what she thought to be an infant.

She began the search for where the noise was emitting. It appeared that no one cared for the noise. As she walked the noise continued to grow louder.

Finally moving into a clearing, there lay a basket in front of the Maiden of War. Miranda grew curious as to why there was a basket in the middle of the village, why hadn’t anyone dared come forward to claim the child? As she moved closer a voice of a villager cried out, “Don’t touch it! We have no clue where that thing came from.” Before she could ask, another villager spoke, she stopped momentarily, then continued toward the basket. 

“Can it! Someone not from around these parts left the poor thing thinking that someone here would be kind enough to take it. The guardian seemed upset about the decision but left anyway.” She finally stopped in front of the basket, looking down she could see small outlines of hands and could hear wailing emitted from under a pink blanket that was covering the infant. After a moment of contemplation Miranda spoke. 

“If I may ask… Why hasn’t anyone taken the child?”

“We would need Mother Miranda to make that decision… This child could be a bad omen for all we know.” As they continued the conversation Miranda gently removed the blanket to find a small baby girl with a note.

Name: Your decision

Born: December 10th, 1998

“If you are reading this then I thank you. Please take care of my child, I apologize for leaving her behind. She deserves much better. I hope she is given much joy with you.” 

After reading the note she looked back at the infant. “So… You were recently born… A couple of weeks… Very interesting…” The baby continued to cry until Miranda placed her hand on top of their head. The infant began to calm down only left with a tear-streaked face. 

“Very well then…” Miranda covered the infant with the blanket once more and lifted the basket into her hold. She began to leave, that is until the villagers began to speak with her. 

“H-hey! Wait! We don’t know what that child could do! I don’t suggest you take it!”

“You seem very adamant. Were you by chance the one who brought the thought into the rest of the villagers' pathetic minds that this baby could lead to the demise of this village? If anything, you are to blame, not a baby that hasn’t committed any sin as of yet.” That shut them up quickly. Miranda continued to walk on until she was out of sight from the villagers. She shifted to her normal appearance and looked down at the child once more to find it staring back with puffy innocent eyes, it closed its eyes and fell asleep not a moment later. 

“We must tell the four houses of you, shouldn’t we?” Only a mumble in response. With that, they disappeared.

Miranda reappeared at the meeting and looked at all four of them.

“You all seemed to have figured out your problems.”

“Mother-”

“SILENCE!” As demanded, they all kept quiet. A wail erupted from the basket being held by Miranda. She looked frustrated; she had just gotten the child to be comfortable with her. It was silent except for the wails of the child. Shock and confusion rolled off of the four lords in waves. Lady Dimitrescu was the first to speak.

“Mother Miranda is that?…”

“Yes, it is. Unfortunately, she does seem afraid now. Care to try and calm her down?” Silently, Dimitrescu put her cigarette holder down and walked to the basket and unveiled the infant. The babe was a sight for sore eyes in Dimitrescu’s opinion. The liveliest pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen. The moment she touched the child an electrifying feeling shot down her arms and went through the rest of her body. She couldn’t move for a moment, when she refocused, she found the child examining her as well, after a moment the baby began to cry once more. She lifted the babe into her hold and began calming her.

“Oh, hush now. There is no reason to cry. A young lady should never cry but stay strong and collected.” The baby slowly stopped crying and yawned in exhaustion. 

“I wanna see! I wanna see!” The child seemed to be frightened of the loud demands and began sniffling once more threatening to spill more tears.

“Beneviento, I do suggest that you stay quiet. If this baby cries again I will hold you responsible and make you pay.” She began lightly dandling the child to calm her down, it: being very effective that the child calmed down once more in Alcina’s embrace. 

“Oh Ha Ha. Are you already getting attached to the thing?”

“Quiet, child! It is a matter for me to know and for you to keep quiet and move along with your day.” She turned away from him to keep the babe out of his view.

“Huh. Well then, Mother Miranda I was wondering if I could see the child as well…” A growl could be heard from the countess in annoyance and slight anger still holding the babe. “Don’t give me that shit! I asked Mother Miranda and whatever she says goes!” Before he could argue more Miranda held up her hand to silence him. She then looked at Dimitrescu.

“Alcina…”

“Yes, Mother Miranda?”

“Let the child decide…” Alcina looked reluctant but relented knowing that there was no choice in the matter. She slowly turned to face him, staring down at the child in her arms as the child stared back, she started to move the girl towards him. That was until the baby figured out what she was doing and began to wail once more and reached her arms out for Alcina.

“Why you little-” Heisenberg immediately became infuriated and annoyed, holding out his hammer, giving Alcina the thought he was going to attack. In response she brought the babe with a secure hold to her sternum and drew her claws out, seething at Heisenberg. The baby of course was still crying. Alcina’s attention was brought back to the child in an instant, retracting her claws in the process.

“Hush now. I won’t let you go. No need to cry. Hush.” 

“Looks like you have grown attached-”

“Quiet, Heisenberg. As I said before, move along.” He growled at this and began to draw closer to them, scaring the child even further. 

“ENOUGH!” They all stopped in their actions. The child even became quiet in fear but was immediately comforted by Alcina’s gloved hand gently brushing the back of her head protectively.

“Mother Miranda. If you don’t mind me asking, what is her name?”

“She doesn’t have one. I found the child in front of the Maiden of War statue.” Alcina was about to speak once more but Heisenberg cut in.

“How about we ask what the child wants to be named? I’m sure it will answer.” He stated, dripping with sarcasm.

“The child can understand you; you do understand that don’t you?”

“Tch. Yeah. Right, all it does is cry.” A grunt was heard, and they all turned their heads to the child who was seemingly glaring at Heisenberg. He smirked, “Aw. Now you're growing a set of balls on ya? Ha! Don’t waste my breath.” The baby in response grumbled lightly, that was until a hand began rubbing her back. 

“Yes, I know he is very annoying, but you must ignore that. Just retain your air of joy and ignore the fowl man, Camilla…” The sour expression faded to one of confusion on the baby’s face, that was until she figured out who Alcina was talking to and the expression on her face turned to one of joy.

“Camilla: ‘A legendary warrior maiden’ huh?”

“Karl, I say it sounds fitting, especially from where I found the child. As you suggested, let the child decide.” Mother Miranda said finally deciding to cut in. 

“Enough talk! I wanna hold it! I wanna hold it!” Said the doll holding her arms for the baby. The baby gripped the neckline of Alcina’s dress, and she laughed lightly at the child’s actions. 

“There, there little Camilla. No need to go to such lengths.” The said baby looked back at the countess’ face and placed a small hand on her cheek. Alcina smiled from the action and moved her hand to cup the side of Camilla’s face. She then frowned slightly knowing that Mother Miranda would want the child back.

“Mother! Do you think I could use the child as an experiment for you?” Said Moreau. Alcina’s head snapped to him in an instant, she sneered at him in anger forever suggesting that. She then felt a little hand rub her cheek softly to calm her down. She moved her attention back to Camilla and smiled softly at her efforts. 

Miranda contemplated it though. Maybe I will be able to bring back Eva… She then turned to Alcina holding the baby. Seems the babe has already grown attached to her as if she were her mother… “Alcina… Hand me the child…” With much reluctance, Alcina did as asked, unfortunately though Camilla began to cry. Even as Miranda was trying to calm her down but to no avail, Camilla began struggling more trying to reach out to Alcina.

“Camilla, behave. Mother Miranda was the one who found you at least appreciate the generosity she has given you.” The baby immediately stopped struggling but still fussed. That was all Miranda needed to know.

“Alcina you may have the child back.” She said, holding the child out for Alcina to take. “No experiments will come to the child unless Alcina permits it…” Alcina bowed her head slightly in gratitude, her attention moved to the child now in her arms once more. “That being said… you will be in charge of the child.” 

“Understood,” Alcina said without hesitation.

“With that, you are all dismissed.” Miranda then vanished once more. The other Lords looked pissed, to say the least. 

“Why the hell wasn’t it a majority vote? Give me the damn child. I’ll be sure to take care of it.”

“No! No! No! No! I wanna take care of it! Show it all the fun things you could do with dolls!”

“I want to experiment on the child to help, mother.”

“ENOUGH! The child is in my care and as she is in my care you are not to come one step near her if your motives are atrocious. I will treat her as I do my other daughters now that being said I will not be against cutting you all down where you stand. Understood?” Without hearing if they agreed or not, she left the meeting to her castle. Oh, what adventures little Camilla would bring to Alcina and her daughters at Castle Dimitrescu.

[bigtreefest]

Hello again, my dear Essie! 💜

I've been thinking lately about Steve and Decks's differing approaches to conflict (huh, I wonder why???). I feel like Steve is someone who might just want to tackle it, you know? Address the problem until it is fully taken care of. While I feel like Decks probably needs a lot of isolated processing time with added bouts of lashing out if she's unable to get it.

Do you think their different modes are compatible?? Or is this something they're really going to have to work on going forward?

If this is too spoilery for what you have planned, feel free to ignore!

Kris! Is it because of the last chapter or because I’m an attention whore?😅 This is a wonderful question that I’m really excited to dig into!! Obvi I’m going to go way more in depth than what I think you’re asking, but what else is new? It’s long-winded, so answer is under the cut.

I’d say getting into a conflict, Decks is very quick to do so. She’s got her opinions and they hold firm, like we’ve seen against Walker and recently, Steve. She’s not willing to move where she stands, which definitely leads to the issue of resolving the conflict. This is assuming she even wants to resolve it, instead of just burning and turning away from whatever it was. I think a lot of what she dealt with in chapter 6 was not only external, with Steve being essentially the enemy as a ‘criminal’ and a liar (by omission), but also heavily internal. She knows Steve does a lot wrong, and she knows she suspected it for a long time since a lot was odd/didn’t add up, but still pushed and pursued it. Decks got along so easily with Steve, despite her initial protests, from his kindness and persistence, that she just started to let it happen. That was part of the issue, though. She sort of let her emotions flow like a river, keeping them unfiltered which was very unlike her, so now that that all shattered, she’s got a lot of pieces to sift through. Not only is she mad at the situation, but she’s mad at herself, which no one else can really fix. Time alone is definitely her preferred method for this, but she won’t have that luxury at first since they have to get to the farm. And even the debacle of having to go there puts a new weight on her shoulders since the stakes are so high. That definitely stacks up, so I think she has the ability to compartmentalize, but it’ll be much worse on the other end because of that. Essentially shutting people out so that she can shut herself in and have the time to think and rationalize. I think if that time is cut short/forced to go faster, one of two things can happen. She’d either lash out, or ice out. Neither is pretty, but I think her lashing goes towards enemies and her icing goes towards friends. Both are cutting and mean, but the latter’s got an eerie calmness to it that signals those who know her well to back off. The ones who don’t, need the loud voice to understand just how upsetting it all is.

Where Decks is pretty steadfast in her ways, I’d say Steve is more willingly flexible when it comes to solving problems. He’s got a smooth and calm demeanor that helps him avoid most of them in the first place. But yeah, as soon as it blows up, the gears start turning in his head on how to fix it. He feels bad obviously for how it all went down, because for once, I think he went against his instincts in the hope he could keep things good and easy with Decks forever. I think yeah, he wants to actively work to solve conflict and is almost annoyingly poking the bear to do so, so eventually, he may give the other person whatever they need to solve it when his efforts don’t work.

Now, do I think these very opposite methods work together? Surprisingly, yes, but not in this case. Decks has put herself on the opposite side from Steve, which makes things way harder. And she’s incredibly stubborn, so even if she sees the logic, I think she’ll try to ignore it, even though she’s a follower of facts. But throughout everything, I’ve mentioned how similar Bee and Steve tend to be, and they’ve been friends for years and years, so a dynamic between Decks and Steve wouldn’t be far off from that. Once Steve and Decks are in something more established, if they ever get there, I think their strongholds in how they react could start to influence each other for the better. Steve could become a little more pushy towards his own agendas and less of a compromiser, and Decks could begin to work to see the POV of another, and they would want to, because it it would bring them closer and help them see what the other truly needs and why they feel the ways that they do.

All of this to say: yeah, I pretty much agree with your assessments. It will definitely take work, and Decks will have lots of grumbles, and Steve will probably bite his tongue a lot to not make her explode, but they’ll learn each other’s ways out of willingness and an ability to know the other on the deepest level.

[thisisyourprincipalspeaking]

Why do some blogs love acting high and mighty when they’ve followed this shitshow right along with the rest of us.

If anyone is aware of the team or vs real bs or have been here watching and/or participating in discussions about Chris and this mess, please understand we’re ALL in the same boat regardless if you caused foolishness or not. So I’m not understanding why various blogs love to act like this is “above” them and they are superior.

They make post like…. If you all had just ignored everything or why do you keep believing blogs who lie to you blah blah, I understand people not falling for the bs the extreme idiots caused on both sides, but don’t be rude in that delivery.

This rant is brought to you all by a stupid blog who made an entire post basically calling every single one of us as the problem for following this for three years, talking about imagine what we could’ve done with our lives.

I would gladly name the blog and they love attention so I’m sure they’ll reveal themselves, but I’m going to respect the principal’s rules. They claim to not want to talk about this mess while talking about it. They tell everyone else to ignore things while writing posts about respecting Chris and his “FS” while claiming they don’t read on his FS. Like if that’s the case, then how about your ass stop posting anything pertaining to this shitshow or Chris and leave his fandom alone. 🙄

People like that love telling everyone else what they should do while not realizing they are contributing to the same thing by making stupid posts calling people names for believing whatever, like sit down and shut the fuck up.

Telling people to go live their lives or mind their business, well you do the same. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Posts like that let me know who the real crazies are, they are so deluded that they honestly believe they aren’t like other people in the fandom, they think they know more than they do and can’t see how they have the exact SAME pride, egotistical, attention seeking mindset as the very people they are calling out.

We are all witnesses to this bs and I don’t think anyone should be reprimanded for voicing their opinions, being hopeful and learning to realize no one knows anything, nor for being concerned about Chris or wanting to ensure they are supporting a decent human being, THAT is why many of us are still here despite what idiots want to think.

Ugh people piss me off. Like it would be one thing to call out stuff and not feed into shaming others. It just comes off as they think they above everyone else in the fandom when they are doing the same thing we all are, and they fail to realize, they are just as bad as the extreme real and pr sides.

Mod, you’re doing great on this blog, love the various discussions! You understand people are different and how to respectfully have conversations and call out bs, so thank you! 🥰

i'm not sure i know which blog you're specifically talking about, nonnie, but i've seen/heard about similar things being proclaimed and i agree with you for the most part.

i do think it's possible to discuss the situation, have an opinion, share your feelings, etc and do so in ways that are not delusional or problematic. there is a fine line between this type of discussion and being one of the disrespectful extreme mods who want to tell everyone who doesn't agree with the mod then they're wrong and the mod is right.

i also think there's an issue when someone refuses to progress with the fandom. we all have to decide whether we are going to no longer be a fan or if we're going to continue to follow chris' work and do our best to enjoy it regardless of his personal decisions. it's detrimental to ourselves if we remain in the same highly emotional position as when this circus first began after all the time and circumstances that have come to pass.

thank you for your kind words! come back again soon.

[chaiandsage]

Heyo!

I just wanna say i finally finshed your trust life fic after, admittedly, a long time (I struggle with long fics and typically hate reading them) it was really great I actually had a lot of fun reading it! Im really glad your fic could be the first lobg fic ive read in a really long time and encouraging me to step outta my confort zone for that kinda stuff :} anyways I did actually have a question belive it or not, I was wondering if you had any tips on writting in character for them (them being the traffic games characters) and for writting longer fics?

Hi! Thank you!!

I’m not surprised it took you a while. When I went back to read it all myself, it took me literal weeks to finish, lol. But thank you for giving this one a try anyway. It’s great to know that you still enjoyed it even though it was out of the norm for you

For your question, I think a small, but effective way to achieve that would be to make sure a character’s dialogue includes phrases or words that they usually use often. Same goes for their tone too. So like, I know that people like Joel and Bdubs are usually loud talkers whereas Etho and Lizzie are more on the quiet end. So maybe just try to reflect that and keep things consistent unless the situation calls for something else? I’ll also just try to read things over in that character’s voice and if it feels wrong coming out of their mouth, then I change it according to what feels more accurate

Aside from dialogue tho, you could also try seeing how others seem to write them most often and work off of that? Sorry for the vagueness. I’m not sure I’m the best person to give advice on that subject 😅

Longer fics however… If you’re asking how to stretch a fic out, I think one way to kind of cheat at that would be to have the story take place from more than one perspective. That way there’s twice or more the amount of potential thoughts, problems, backstory, and development to cover (learned this the hard way)

—But if you’re asking how to write a GOOD long fic… I mean, I’d say it’s very important to have the gist of what you expect to happen be already established front and center in an outline. That way you’re not unprepared for anything and have already gotten one of the most difficult parts of writing it done (imo). That’s not to say that straying from your outline is a bad thing. If anything, depending on your story, it could kind of function as a safety net for that sort of thing. So no matter how much you decide to change, you at least know what direction you’re meant to be going in (I really hope I’m making sense here…)

ALSO—keep around a journal, or a notepad, or a log on your phone, or whatever so you can jot down any random ideas that you think would be cool to put in your story that might come to you whenever. Don’t trust yourself to remember to add them in once you start writing, because you won’t/lhj

If your fic has a lot of characters in it, then also make sure to write down and keep track of their relationship or current standing with other characters. For example, it wouldn’t make sense for two people who had beef three chapters ago to suddenly be cool or indifferent around each other the next time they meet up without there having been some kind of resolution (internal or otherwise) in the middle of all that. If someone gets into an argument with another person and then doesn’t see them again for a few chapters, their immediate thought upon seeing them for the first time again, in my opinion, shouldn’t be a cheery or neutral one. Maybe they cooled down a little between those chapters, but I don’t think the problem should have just fixed itself with time alone. That goes for a lot of other situations too

So, yeah, that’s pretty much what came to mind for me. I don’t consider myself an expert on any of this so please feel free to take it with a grain of salt. Regardless, I do hope you’re able to write out what you had in mind :)

[doomgeon]

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[surroundedbythedarknesss]

I want to hate you so badly. I want to hate what you did to me, how you made me feel, how you walked away like we were nothing, and how you seemed to just forget about me like nothing ever happened. when I see you it’s like we don’t even know each other, like absolute strangers, when you were the one who knew me best. the one I spent countless nights with, night after night in a row, always hoping you’d stop by, asking you to come by at midnight, and you always did. we’d talk and talk and I never didn’t want you around. I looked forward to every second with you, every laugh, every bad joke, every small moment when we just understood each other. I had never met anyone like you — I never tired of your company, and I couldn’t wait to tell you my list of things that happened that day. I couldn’t wait to come back home and have you be there. I couldn’t wait to laugh and hear your voice. I loved you, and I told you that. First. Even if I held that over your head (jokingly, of course). I had never met anyone who made me laugh like you did, and I think your sense of humor was what I loved the most about you: joking, yet smart. You were intelligent in a way that I didn’t know I needed; grounded, rounded, kind, understanding, thoughtful. If I ever had a doubt, thought, or question, you were the first I asked. You were someone whose opinions I trusted, someone who I could ask anything to and you always impressed me with your answers. Your thoughtfulness truly always shined through your dry humor, and I had never met anyone as level-headed yet truly kind as you. You were an example to me, both in and out of work. You were a sense of calm to me amidst the chaos of every day. When I told you I loved you, I meant it, and the weekend I spent with you in Miami was the best of my life. It was one I look back on with fondness and longing every day. I couldn’t wait to see you. Meeting your family. Just us. I miss you. Every day.

I’m sorry that things with us didn’t work out. I know that it’s partially my fault, and also poor timing. I’m hurt because I felt as though you didn’t tell me everything with her — but why would you, if we were just friends, and she wanted a life with you? I’m hurt because the night I meant to talk to you, I blindsided you, and you were with her. I was hurt when I asked you if you still cared, and you said you’d prefer not to say. I was hurt when I walked out of the bar alone, and sobbed in my car. I’m still hurt. Because I wanted to tell you that I still loved you and I still cared, even if you didn’t. I was hurt because I texted you the next day and you didn’t respond. I think that hurt the most. All I wanted was to be okay with you. And I missed you, yet respected the new place that you were in — the new place with her. I didn’t want to lose you. But I was happy, if you were happy — after all, that was what I said I always wanted. I just wish I didn’t fall in love with you at the same time she did.

You told me that all you wanted was to be wanted. And I suppose that’s what she gave you. And, what I wasn’t able to. I sometimes can’t help but wonder if that was all it was — or what more could it be? What did she give you that I wasn’t able to? I wasn’t ready, and she was. But I told you that I was. And then I wasn’t. So you went with her. I can’t blame you for that. But I wish you had left space for me. And I wish it didn’t hurt so much when you shut me out, but I understand that you and I could not have had the same relationship with her in the picture. She has a steady job, she has kids, she has a meaningful life. Part of me questions how you’ll fit into that; part of me knows you’ll have no problem. I just wish that you had talked to me. And now I’m left wondering if there will still be space for me one day, in the future, when maybe our lives are different and we’ll find our way back to one another. I hope so. I know I’ll never meet anyone else like you, and it kills me.

I hope that one day we find our way back to each other. The way I felt when I was with you felt like home — something i’ve never had before, and something that I wish I could have for the rest of my life. I know that we had ups and downs, but every second with you just felt so easy, so natural, so fun, so comfortable, so right. Something worth risking everything for. A friend told me that we had chemistry, and I knew that she was right. You and me were like two peas in a pod. I would do anything for one more night with you, one more conversation, one more drink, one more sleep in bed. I would give anything for our timing to be better. I would give anything for you to think of me again.

In the meantime, babe, I hope you have the time of your life. I hope she loves you. I hope that you feel loved. I hope that she makes you feel everything that you lacked with me, and I hope you’re happy. Truly, I do. I hope that you’re feeling everything that you deserve, and I hope that she appreciates you for all you are and all you have to offer. If you tell me that you’re happy, I’ll leave you be. And I’ll sit here and feel nothing but joy in my heart that you’re happy. But if you’re not — or if something is missing — I’ll be here. I’ll be here, just in case. I told you I loved you, and I meant it. and that hasn’t changed. I don’t think it ever will. My door is always open, and I pray to God that you know that. I hope with everything in me that you won’t forget me and all that we had, and that you’ll have the strength in your heart to talk to me again one day. I’ll be waiting for that day, with nothing with love and admiration for you in my heart. Until then, I’m wishing you nothing but happiness, peace, love, and everything you told me that you dreamed of. I love you, and I always will.

With love,

Rose

[boonandbash]

Benjiman Fujisaki

Do they like their name?:Never thought about it but he’s alright with it

Nicknames: Benji, he’s also called Zombie

Age?:16 highschool

How old do they appear?: By his height, 17-18 but y'know he’s only a year younger

Birthday: December 7th

Eye color?: Axel makes them appear maroon and blue but his original eye color is brown

Glasses?: Only for the style

Weight/build: bean poll and a small bit toned

Height?: 5’9(175.26 cm)

Skin type?: sunkissed when put into the effort but can go pale when tired

Hair color/length: chin length and he dyed it blue, originally a reddish brown though

Taste in clothes: he dresses like a hobo, unless axels in control you are dealing with a feral raccoon (aka won’t wear pants)

Healthy?: depends, usually pretty healthy until needed to activate quirk then his heart stops beating at a normal pace(going extremely slow)

Music:(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ofUCcX3Qj0Ublmo5DzQCR?si=agB449UlTha0N49xlSmT6w)

Daredevil: considering Axel is like venom and keeps benji alive, he’s very reckless it gets to the point where even Axel can’t fix it sometimes

Are they the same alone: talks to axel a lot but other than that he sleeps in his free time

Good habits: Hygiene is on point and remembers to sleep at a healthy time

Bad habits: self destructive as well as explosive anger

Hobbies: water coloring and playing LOZ over and over again

Family situation?: loves them with all his heart, Axel tolerates them

Friend situation: treats them like family and is very welcoming

Deepest fear: Axel taking over when he’s sleeping and he murders everyone in a hunger haze

Worst that could happen to them?:

being left alone again with axle for too long, silence makes him anxious

Favorite thing: Brownies no not weed brownies just nicely made brownies that melt in your mouth

Roll model: his Momma (yes he’s a momma's boy)

What would break them: seeing his little brother mark + his mom dead by his own hands or someone he trusted.

Best/worst thing in his life: best thing is definitely the fact he can function as a healthy human and worst would be that he can’t remember his life from 5-7 those memories are gone

What are they reluctant to tell people?:

He was quirkless before Axel and would’ve rather stayed that way

Opinion on intimate/ romantic relationships: cool awesome Thumbs up from benji

Major flaws:

Self destruction (and I mean the whole sha-bang, tearing up papers scratching his arms breaking stuff and even ruining his voice from screaming) plus facial dysmorphia

How does he feel about himself?: he doesn’t remember, and thinking about it makes his head hurt

Selfish,selfless: would sacrifice himself but know that he has to take care of himself as well, his family comes first though

How does the way the character try to be different from how they actually act:

Benji tries to ignore the ability that axel heightens his senses a lot more so he can hear everything at a dogs hearing and see a lot but if you mean by personality he drains himself completely of energy by the end of the day (the people pleaser life)

Now questions answered by Benji!

What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten: sandstone with ants on it, axel force fed it to me when I was hungry. Humans can not eat anything with nutrients regardless if it would solve the problem

Hogwarts?: between a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, bff is defo Luna for acceptance, Harry angers me as a protagonist, no love interest too Id get distracted by magic,

Ever bullied or have anyone afraid of you?: No I’ve never bullied but dark shadow seems to avoid me

Ever given away something expensive for free and do you regret it: I gave Mark my Pokémon cards because he got interested in it. I don’t regret it the way his face lit up is something I will love forever

Do you donate?: I would but I’m incredibly broke due to schooling and medication bills

What would you haunt as a ghost?: I would be the kind of ghost that mildly cleans for my brother Mark but if he’s a ghost with me then probably Mount Rushmore

Ever do something dumb/cool and acted like it was on purpose/accident.: there was this one time where I was cornered by some druggies and I ended up scaling the wall with my main torso towards them and my arms to the wall. That was by accident I just stuck to the wall! It wasn’t my fault I did take credit for it every time I tell the story though

If you could drink something for the rest of your life with no negative affect what would it be?

Shirley temples I can’t drink alcohol with my slowly deteriorating liver so definitely that.

Garden stuff?

I like cantaloupe and carrots but I think I would have a swamp other than a garden, y'know cat tails and moss.

Do you have any beliefs?:

I say dear god I’m sorry when I’m about to do something stupid and stuff but axel says that deity(s) are silly since why do you need to know what happens before you. Looking backwards does more bad than good

Motivation?:

Being a hero was all I could think to do with such a destructive power. If Axle is satisfied with hurting villains and destroying property than I can keep everyone safe

Who were you raised to be?: no idea I just kind of came into existence and my mom was proud and happy of it no matter what I became to be

How do you feel about yourself?

I exist to spite whatever allowed Axel to exist and hubris I guess it does effect how I treat him and others by simply making them worry but know Better than nothing

How do you feel about things you can’t control?: absolutely terrified next question

Can you use Chopsticks?

uh embarrassing to admit since I’ve used them before the amber(or so I’m told) but I can never use them again it’s so difficult

What do you do when you can’t sleep?

I watch cartoons that I enjoy like adventure time and Steven universe

What order do you wash in?

Weird flex but okay and whatever container I look at first ig so my hair and then everything else or it’s my teeth

Buying impulsively?

I buy keychain stuffed animals or just small one I have a few shoe boxes filled with them

Coffee order?

I can’t drink coffee, Axel rejects it and makes me throw it up once it gets in my stomach. It was not fun to figure that out all nighter with Mina.

Whatsapps did you get on your phone?

Tind- no I’m kidding I have tumblr, Snapchat and YouTube and like 7 different puzzle games

You like kids?

Sometimes it literally depends on whether or not they like me but I do tend to be sweet to them

What do you watch when you're bored?

I rewatch ATLAB, a lot

Where are you from?

Hosu city:

INFJ-T

(I have more just not very proud of them)

[ackmate]

December 12 2022

Hello void of the internet.

Have you ever felt like the whole universe, energy itself is against you? This hollow feeling of maybe something similar to hate and distrust just festers in your chest as more and more unfortunate things keep happening to you.

That’s how I feel lately. I want to enjoy this year’s Christmas more stupidly joyful than any previous year of course. But that nagging feeling that everything is going wrong and going to get worse just won't leave me alone.

As of today when my school held its yearly vOicE oF sTuDenTs (they say) literally could not have picked a more fake, empty, cringy name. The first year we were informed of its shallow intentions and the non-existent change it serves to us... the actual students... filling these things. “Don’t write things like: I  wAnt A Locker!” well why not...bitch...? I say that with full respect.

You gave us once a year to “voice” our opinions and still! Limit! Our! Voice! or what little left of it. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!! If someone was going to ask me how (capital capital capital) I feel about this I would say I think it’s a fucking dumb concept and you should just go **** yourself. Not fuck, not piss, more sinister. I am so full of hate for that right now.

Anyway back to this year’s round of bullshit VOS. For the last remaining, two, most important questions: 

1. Do you believe that this school has helped you in achieving your goals and dreams?

2. What do you think of the school’s overall performance?

I just wanted to say, or well, circle. “Not at All. Not Satisfied. Fully Disagree.”

I was under no influence but just the truth of what I witness everyday for three years. AND! Lo and be-fucking-hold there he was, the teacher in charge of my class’ VOS proofing me right.

I feel validated when I say this school is shit and should burn down yes. But also so, so, so, so, so, SO FUCKING PISSED OFF.

He started by calling my last name to which I responded “Yes?” then he approached me at my desk.

“These last two questions. I think you’re mistaken.”

He handed me my survey slip to let me see again with my own eyes the answers I so willingly chose, with my own operating brain.

“No, it's not mistaken. I personally think so.”

“You think so? Really?” cue passive aggressive laugh. “That’s a problem, I mean in the three years of being hear you really didn’t think you achieved some growth?”

I still feel so bad. For him. For the small person that he is. In his small world. With friends as small as him, and not big enough to turn him into a sensible person.

Is that even a question to ask from any institution? Are they so full of themselves that they think my growth is dependent of my being at that school? You are so full of shit.

I grew a lot. I still have a lot to grow. But it was never by virtue of going to school. I’m not even friends with anyone in my class. I’ve never had a single meaningful conversation with anyone there.

I grew because it was my decision to do so. My growth came from myself. In second year after the mistreatment I received from one of the teachers at the school itself (surprise) I decided to seek even more grow, to be above whatever the fuck shit-show is happening at school. I reached out to independent cafe, bookstores to meet new people, to actually find good people.

I sought for challenges, on my own. I spoke out and found my own internship. I spoke out about racism in this country for a speech competition. I spoke out about my desire to learn the shamisen and have went far in progress from last year, earning me a chance to perform live in a professional Shamisen event in Shibuya city. I spoke out to a well known magazine company in Japan and proactively offered to illustrate as much as I could.

I grew then because of me and the people that I met. And I’m going to grow more not because of toxic small minded institution such as this school. Where my voice is limited, where no one is courageous enough to speak out, where I had to advocate for myself.

SMH... I mean... I’m never going to give up. I feel like shit right now because of editorial mistakes I made during internship, just relationship stuff, finding a job, and now this little bitch decided to make a fuss about me simply filling in according to my will.

But as Lady Gaga said, never give up. If there’s a hundred people in the room... umm or something... I just need one person who believes in me...

Plus I am never going to work in a full on Japanese company because I know shit like this is going to turn up and I would probably kill myself in a world where no one would be on my side.

[spacelazarwolf]

preface: though i have a complicated relationship with whiteness, especially when it comes to structural power and the way my jewishness is used as a way to keep me out of places meant only for racially and culturally white people, i’m not a poc so my response will be filtered primarily through that lens, taking into account what i’ve learned from the people of color in my life.

my take is that even racial and ethnic minorities are not immune to upholding this hierarchy. there’s a lot more at stake for us, especially for black and brown people. rejecting this hierarchy will result in higher levels of violence to keep us in line than when racially and culturally white people reject the hierarchy. so a lot of people will either just take what they can get and try not to step on any toes, or try to prove their value to the system by becoming a tool of that system.

i see this a lot from white ashkenazi jews who want to assimilate into cultural whiteness and see jews who don’t want to assimilate as a threat to their conditional safety gained through assimilation. if those annoying jews are too loud about being jewish, someone might think i’m like them and turn on me, so i need to shut them up. imo that desperation to appeal to the hierarchy may have contributed.

as for the “white-aligned” thing, i have a theory but it’s gonna make me sound like that dude with all the red strings on the wall so stay with me. there’s another social phenomenon i’ve talked about in progressive spaces that juxtaposes systems of white supremacy into spaces that are supposed to be anti racist. i call it “lapdogs of white supremacy”, which is a metaphor that was used the first time i heard someone talk about this phenomenon. so the idea is that white (cis) men are the masters of white supremacy, and white (cis) women are the lapdogs. they get to eat in the house but they don’t get to sit at the table. their job is to keep everyone outside of the house in line. they report to the masters, the masters give them the rules, and they enforce the rules.

when white women who were conditioned to think like this enter anti racist spaces, they often take this mindset with them. they see that people of color are the ones whose voices are being prioritized (ideally, lord knows that’s not always how it is), and they go “oh cool, new masters.” they learn the “rules” of anti racism, focusing on what we're not supposed to do and what is Bad so if they see anyone "breaking a rule" they can immediately jump in to punish them. the problem with this is that they often get so focused on things like semantics and identity that they can learn quickly and start policing for asap, and they never learn like. actual anti racist theory.

if you've ever seen a swarm of white women descend on some poor bastard who didn't realize a word was insensitive to eat him alive in the comments section of a person of color talking about racism, only for the person of color trying to have the conversation to have to stop and get this group of rabid dogs to leave the poor guy alone please he's already dead, you have seen this in action. it's extremely performative, but often they genuinely think they're helping. they genuinely want to be anti racist. but they have not unpacked their previous job under white supremacy so they just end up replicating it. it's also how you get swarms of white women flocking to people of color who do not have the best opinions (homophobia, transphobia, antisemitism, conservatism, etc.) they want to be anti racist, but they still hold a lot of their own biases, so they see a person of color who holds that same bias and go "oh cool, new master." repeat ad nauseum. this phenomenon also isn't exclusive to women, but in general i notice that cis women are the ones who most often fall into this behavior.

i've noticed this is something that happens in the trans community as well. white people who were conditioned to play that role under white supremacy (most often i notice it from cis women and other trans people who were assigned female at birth, though not always) come into trans spaces, see that (most often white) trans women's voices are the ones being prioritized, and go "oh cool, new masters." they fall into the same patterns mentioned above, absorbing surface level "rules" without fully unpacking what trans liberation actually entails, jumping at the chance to punish someone they perceive to have broken a rule. this is something that probably also contributes to what i was originally talking about. the more i think about it, the more i really see how these two systems could work together. white trans men almost kind of play both the role of the policeman and the lapdog, while trans women play both the role of master and victim.

and also like, to be clear, the role of "master" is usually something that's projected onto people, not like. an intentional wielding of power over others. the problem isn't with the people being listened to, though in trans spaces since they are not explicitly focused on anti racism white trans voices often get shoehorned into this role and are definitely capable of taking advantage of that. the problem is with the white people playing the role of lapdog.

so if you somehow by the grace of god made it through all that, my theory about the whole "white-aligned" thing is that the people of color you're talking about appealed to the white people around them who see them as "masters" in hopes that if they painted the people of color they disagreed with as "white-aligned" and therefore not a "master", white people would do what white people do best, which is harass people online with absolutely zero background information on whether or not the random tumblr post they saw about a queer person being a scary pedophile is actually true or is a smear campaign against a trans person of color.

fin.

can't reblog this post because op has be blocked but

>"i just FIND IT INTERESTING that the people who say transmisandry is a unique and real and important to discuss form of oppression dont ever talk about, say, misandrynoir or society's hatred of disabled men or fat men or any other intersections being "misandry" and the experiences of other oppressed groups."

>"in order to complain about how there are more trans femme serial killers in movies than trans masc ones or whatever the hell you think youre being left out of."

oh yeah, you clearly are very knowledgeable about the discussion around transmisandry. definitely not just making shit up based on things you've heard & making ad hoc claims about "white victimization." what a scholar of truth and logic we have here

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Best Friend’s Girlfriend (B.C)

Warnings : mentions of a breakup, unrequited feelings

Word Count : 1367

Synopsis : when felix approached chan saying he had feelings for his girlfriend, chan just wanted to do everything he could to help felix feel comfortable and move on. but in doing so, he almost lost the love of his life.

Author’s Note : thank you again for this request! i’m not sure about everyone else, but i definitely see chan accidentally pushing his girlfriend away if one of the other members catches feelings for her, trying to help them get over their feelings. but when facing a breakup, he would do everything he could to reassure her that he loves her and keep her from walking away. but that’s just my personal opinion! hope you enjoy :)

“Chan, I need to get something off my chest.” Felix told the older man, his voice shaking with nerves as his best friend looks at him with concern. Felix had been keeping a secret from Chan for months now, hoping that his feelings would disappear over time, but it seems as if they just continue to grow stronger. It kept eating at him, feeling like he was betraying his best friend by having these feelings, but he couldn’t help who he fell for.

           “What is it, Felix? You know you can tell me anything.” Felix nodded, knowing full well that Chan could never be mad at him, no matter what he does. But there’s someone else involved, someone that both of them love dearly, someone that could be hurt once the secret is revealed.

           “I have feelings for Y/N.” Felix could barely look at the older man, not wanting to see the anger or disappointment on his face. Chan was the older brother Felix wished for, and he didn’t want to lose him.

           “Like, my girlfriend Y/N?” Chan asked and Felix just nodded. Silence hung in the air as Chan allowed the news to process in his brain. “Do you-do you want me to break up with her?” Chan struggled to ask, hoping Felix would say no. Chan loved Felix like a little brother, and would do anything to keep him happy. But he also loved his girlfriend and didn’t want to let her go. He would feel trapped if Felix asked him to end things with her, unsure of what he would do.

           “No! No, of course not. You two love each other way too much for that. I just-I needed to tell you. Not to make you feel bad or make you break up with her! I just felt horrible keeping this from you. I’m trying to move on, I promise.” Chan nodded, understanding how difficult it must be for him.

           She was always around, helping out in whatever ways she could. Whether it was cooking for them, tidying up the dorms, or just listening to their problems, she was right there. It’s what made Chan fall so hard for her. She wasn’t apart of the idol world, there was no way she could understand everything the boys went through, but she was there. She was there whenever Chan needed her, whenever any of them needed her, and that was more than Chan could have ever asked.

           He was ecstatic when he brought her to the dorms for the first time, introducing the boys to the girl that quickly became the love of his life, and everyone adored her. No one had a bad thing to say about her, and that just confirmed it for Chan; she was the one.

           The weeks following Felix’s confession, Chan tried his best to help Felix move on. He didn’t bring her to the dorms anymore, instead opting for date nights at her place. And when they were all hanging out, Chan toned down the PDA. He didn’t hold her in his arms and press kisses all over her face like usual. He barely even held her hand, leaving everyone confused as to what was happening in his relationship.

           She found it weird at first but brushed it off as exhaustion or stress. But the more it happened, the more concerned she got. She racked her brain for an idea of when it all went wrong. When his loving touches became longing stares. But she came up empty. Because when they were alone in her apartment, he was the same Chan she fell in love with; clingy and loving. But the few times she’s been to the dorms the last month, he brushed her off like she was a nuisance.

           “Is everything okay, baby girl? You’ve barely said a word since I got here.” Chan pouted, resting his chin on her shoulder, and poking her cheek. She lightly pushed him off of her, sitting on the other side of the couch.

           “You tell me, Chan. Is everything okay?” He could hear the anger in her voice. And the use of his name instead of the pet name she usually calls him didn’t go unmissed to him. He messed up, but he didn’t know how to fix it.

           “Of course. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He chuckled, but quickly silenced himself when he saw the serious look on her face.

           “Are you embarrassed by me?” She asked.

           “What? Absolutely not!”

           “If that’s not it, then do you want to break up?” Her question hung in the air, surrounding both of them with an awkward silence they haven’t experience in the 2 years they’ve been dating. They just stared at each other, both trying to keep their poker faces so the other couldn’t see how bad even just the thought of a break up hurt them.

           “No, I don’t. Do you?” He finally answered. She thought she would feel relieved, but his answer just left her with more questions swirling in her mind. If he wasn’t embarrassed, and he didn’t want to break up, was he cheating? Did he fall for someone else?

           “Maybe.” She answered, finally allowing the sadness and the hurt to show on her face. Chan caved as well, grabbing one of her hands in his own, and running his thumb over her knuckles. So many dreams he’s had of placing a ring on her left ring finger, claiming her as his forever. And just like that, his dream was slowly slipping away. “I’m just so confused.”

           “Talk to me, baby girl. We can work this out, I know we can.”

           “I’m not sure we can this time.” She admitted, her heart breaking in two at the very idea of losing Chan forever. It broke at the idea of watching him fall in love with someone else, loving someone else the way she wished he’d love her. “You’re a different person now, but only around the boys.”

           “It’s not because I don’t love you anymore. I love you more than words can express.” He could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe him. But he didn’t want to ruin the trust between him and Felix; he couldn’t tell her about Felix’s feelings. But if he didn’t say something, she was going to walk away, and Chan couldn’t picture his future without her. “One of the members told me something, and I’ve been trying to make sure they’re comfortable.”

           “Are they not okay with me being at the dorms?” He shook his head, reassuring her that they all love when she’s there. “Then what is it, Chan? If you can’t tell me what’s going on so we can fix it, there won’t be anything to fix.”

           “One of them has feelings for you.” He blurted out in hopes it would stop the breakup. She sat there in silence, processing the words, before bursting into laughter. “What’s so funny?” Chan felt confused, unsure if he should be worried or relieved.

           “Baby, you’re an idiot.” At the sound of the pet name she always called him, Chan relaxed, knowing that things were going to be okay. She wasn’t leaving. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Everything makes sense now.”

           “It does?”

           “Of course. Whoever it was had guts to go to you about it, though. Proud of them.” Chan chuckled, agreeing with his girlfriend. Seeing as the small fight was over, Chan reached out to pull her into his arms. She rested her head in his lap, staring up at his face, while he played with her hair.

           “He’s trying his best to move on, I just wanted to help him.” She reached up to pinch his cheek.

��          “You’re so cute, Channie. If what you were doing was working, we can continue that. I’ll do whatever I can to make things easier.” He bent down to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Just don’t scare me like that again. I swear I was ready to walk out.” She lightly smacked his chest, causing Chan to burst into laughter.

           “I know, baby girl. I’m so happy you didn’t though. I love you.”

[gotnofucks]

The Unreformed Rake

Pairing: soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Slightly dubcon touching, fingering, semi-public touching, forced marriage hinted, 18 + Only

A/N: This is my submission to Siri’s 5k Softdark challenge. Congratulations love @stargazingfangirl18​ , you do us hoes so proud and keep our punanis so happy! I chose the prompt “Come on, just a little taste”. It’s highlighted in the text.

If your corset was a millimeter more tighter, you’d be dead. The mammas cared more about getting their daughters married off than about them making it alive through the ball. You were glad that as a second daughter you didn’t have too many eyes on you. All you had to do was let three to four men twirl you around the dancefloor to appease your mother, and then you could sit back and enjoy watching your older sister Anika try to catch a husband.

Mostly, the balls weren’t too bad. You got to meet with your friends and eat some delicious food without the constant supervision of your mother, sometimes you’d even find a decent dance partner who wouldn’t step on your toes or whose hands wouldn’t wander south of your back. You could have made it through the evening unscathed had one handsome rake not made an appearance.

The moment Lord Huge Ransom Drysdale stepped into the hall, all eyes were on him. And his were on you. He made a spectacular vision, donning the bright colours that most gentlemen stayed away from, and yet he looked more masculine than any of them. The eyes of every unwed lady followed his movements, their mothers urging them to approach him despite his reputation.

Everyone knew Huge Ransom Drysdale was a notorious rake; his stories were told at tea parties in hushed tones and often accompanied by giggles. He was proficient in the art of leaving a trail of broken hearts and stuttering men, but more than that, he was a master at getting under your skin. His eyes hadn’t left you for a moment, fixating on you and your current dance partner who was glued to your side like lichens to rock.

“You dance most marvelously Miss Y/N, would you do me the honour of the next one too?” He asked, looking smitten at you.

“Now now Allen, you wouldn’t hog Miss Y/N’s attention all for yourself, would you?” Lord Drysdale’s mocking voice carried over to you, the man walking languidly until he stood before you. “There are a number of other ladies in want of a partner, if you’d be kind enough to relent Miss Y/N’s hand to me.”

Allen bowed to him, recognizing the superior title and the man who held it. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, he beat a hasty retreat from you side like the coward you knew him to be. Lord Drysdale chuckled, raising a brow at you before offering you his arm. You had half a mind to turn your nose at him and storm away, but your mother would have conniptions if she learnt you said no to a Lord.

“You have a lot of nerve and no tact Your Lordship” You said in a whisper, allowing him to grip your hand and bring you closer. The music began and he spun you out gracefully before bringing you back into his body, much closer than was socially acceptable. His fingers were firm around yours, the hand on your waist tight, singeing the flesh underneath with his touch.

“You know I am a tactless bastard, that shouldn’t be news to you.” He said with a charming smile that could fool anybody but you. He put a façade better than any theater artist you knew. He led you around the other dancing bodies dexterously, not looking away from your face. After a moment, he abruptly asked, “Who were those three morons you danced with earlier? Didn’t I sent word that you must keep your dance card empty but for me?”

An appalled gasp escaped you and it was with restraint you kept yourself from bolting away from him. “Are you having me watched?”, You hissed in anger, wrinkling your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Of course I have people keeping an eye on you. Can’t let anything happen to my future wife.”

Because you couldn’t leave, you did the next best thing. You stepped on his toe with all your might, digging your hell into his feet until he groaned in pain. He retaliated by moving his hand from your waist to your backside, giving a firm squeeze to your ass that had you choking on a scandalized scream.

“Hugh!” You chided through gritted teeth, looking around quickly to see if someone had noticed. Amidst the sea of dancers, nobody focused on you alone, but it would be enough to ruin a lady’s reputation.

“You know that’s not what you call me.”

His blue eyes turned darker, more challenging and predatory as he leaned closer until his chest brushed against you. You struggled, trying to put distance between you as discreetly as possible but he wouldn’t give.

“Let go!” You said, digging your nails into his shoulder to no avail. The thick padding of his clothes prevented any harm.

“Say my name.”

It was an order, one that if not met would hold consequences. People thought they knew the philandering Lord Drysdale, but they had little inkling to the danger that resided just beneath the surface. You knew. Your gaze dropped away from his, head a little bowed in defeat.

“Ransom.” You whispered, and he let out a shuddering breath as if his name on your lips had taken away more from himself than from you. He wouldn’t let you address him as anything else, not you who he claimed would be wearing his ring soon.

The dance slowed to a stop, people clapping, and you pushed away from him, halfheartedly joining in the applause. Ransom stood too close, his hand on your waist still fast and you slapped it away in irritation.

“Look, just stay away from me. I don’t want mamma to see us together.” You said, weaving through the throngs of people and trying to escape him. He followed, keeping at your heels with no problem, playfully pulling at your sleeve.

“Stay away?” He scoffed, almost as if in wonder of your audacity to even demand that. “You’re gonna be Lady Drysdale soon, you need to get used to my presence. I will always be close. Very close.”

You turned on him, raising a finger and wagging it in his face. Heat was settling over your face and neck, seeping beneath your neckline and into your chest that was heaving. Ransom’s eyes trained on the rise and fall of your breast, a wolfish grin on his face as he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.  

“I am not going to marry you Ransom!” You yelled in a whisper, amazed at his arrogance. “You keep away from me.”

In a second his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you away from the floor into the shadowy corners as you protested. Sweeping aside the curtains, he pushed you into an alcove, pressing you in deeper with his body as the curtains fell again to shield you from curious eyes.

“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours.” He hissed cruelly, caging you between his massive arms. “You can’t go around speaking to me like this.”

His face neared yours, eyes dark and dangerous as they glared into you, his mouth opening slowly. You knew what was going to happen and you turned your face at the last second, his lips finding your cheek instead. Warm breath fanned your already heated skin, a flutter of butterflies setting your nerves astray.

“Stop! This isn’t proper.” You said, squirming as Ransom refused to back away. He chuckled in derision, forcefully turning your face to his. You hated how he still looked so beautiful, despite the sneer and arrogance.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we did it. Or did you forget about those stolen moments after the lakeside picnics? What about those walks in the park where I’d press you into a bark of tree and ravish this sinful mouth? We’re long past proper my darling, and the only reason your virtue is intact is because I am affording you the dignity to keep it until our wedding night.”

Your gaze lowered in mortification, those shameful moments coming back to you as flashes behind your eyelids. He had been far too powerful, too intense to refuse. In your weakness, you’d allowed him liberties that made guilt settle like weight on your chest every time your mother bragged about your modesty to other mammas.

“That was my mistake, Ransom. I’m supposed to marry a man of impeccable standing, someone who holds everyone’s good opinion. After Anika gets herself a man, it’ll be me, and my mother would never marry me off to a rake like you.”

His chest expanded in indignation under your hands, and he held you steady as he ground himself against you. Anger, jealousy, and sheer disbelief at your words was evident in his glare, and you shivered in fear as his lips skimmed over your jaw.

“You will marry me, mamma or no mamma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you mine.” He promised, eyes glinting in warning. “What’s that saying? A reformed rake makes the best husband, ain’t it?”

“You’re not reformed.” You countered, captive in his hold. A part of you that you refused to acknowledge didn’t want to leave at all.

“That’s true.” Ransom said, smirking. “I am a rake, its time I play to my reputation.”

He kissed you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips without preamble. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, your fingers clutching his collar for dear life, knees threatening to collapse as he kissed you like a man starved. You knew he had a talented tongue by his charming words, but there was more to it than merely speaking. He discovered you, explored you like an untouched cave and brought you back to life.

Nobody could make you feel like he did. You had no patience for conceited, blustering men, but Ransom was more than that. He was a force that overpowered your life like winds did to fallen leaves. He carried you with himself, unrelenting, persistent. He was passionate and hungry, he was obsessed. After the first time he had kissed you in the park, he promised he wouldn’t kiss anyone again. He promised he’d make you his, and that if any man tried to claim what belonged to him, it would end in a duel.

In his kiss, you felt his possessiveness. You felt his raw power and lust that had led you to sin on more than one occasion. Saying no to him was difficult, mainly because you were most yourself when with him. He gave you wings unknowingly. He gave you the freedom to rebel unknowingly. To him, it was your claiming. But hadn’t you claimed him too in one kiss? Hadn’t you transformed the rake into a marriageable sort in one kiss?

“Ransom, we can’t.” You breathed against his lips, both your mouths swollen and glistening.

“Yes we can. We will.”

His hand ventured south of your neck, dipping into your neckline and brushing against the plump swell of your breast. You sputtered, not knowing if you were urging him or objecting. He pressed you hard into the wall, trailing his lips from your neck to your chest, sucking and nibbling with utmost patience and care. You whimpered at his assault, soft mewls spilling from your mouth and you rested your head back, unable to control the heat that simmered in your core.

“There is no power in the world that can stop me from making you my wife.” He said, looking right into your eyes as he sharply pulled and tore a rip into your bodice. You screeched, thumping your fists against his chest before he gathered them in one arm and held them above your head. “This is just a preview of what will happen between us when you take my ring and name.”

Pushing away the limp fabric from your breast, his mouth enveloped your nipple in one fell swoop. You cried out in pleasure, his warmth spreading into your own body and you feared you’d burn. A fire was simmering between your legs, wet and wanting, chanting his name. His teeth gently grazed your nipple, causing you to whimper, a sound he captured in his mouth.

“Look at me.” He ordered, and you opened your eyes without having realized they were closed. The blue in his had never been darker, almost black like the night sky that swallowed down everything in its path.

“Please don’t.” You begged. “I have sisters whose reputation are tied with mine. You’ll ruin us all.”

Ransom smiled, and you gulped because he looked almost tender. As his fingers trailed down your front to gather the layers of skirt above your knees, he bumped his nose in yours. “Never. I am a Thrombey-Drysdale. I’ll take you, and I’ll save your family. Everything I own is yours.”

The look in his eyes was such that you didn’t protest as he traced your thighs, approaching the apex. He didn’t look away as he reached your moist core, nor when he found your sensitive nub and ran circles around it with his fingers. You moaned, biting your lip to stifle your voice as his breathing picked up. Your scent filled the small niche you were in, his chest digging into yours, hand buried between your legs.

A strangled cry did escape when you felt him at your weeping entrance, threatening to breach the untouched walls of your virtue. You shook your head, asking him not to cross the boundary that will change everything between you.

“Come on, just a little taste.” He urged, pressing inside with one finger. He delved in slowly, his intrusion felt against the spongy walls of your sex and you trembled. You were panting you realized, hips gyrating almost subconsciously to mirror his movements.

“Ransom” You moaned, pushing forward. You had to do something, anything. You felt about ready to combust.

“I know. I know. Look at me and remember the pleasure I can give you. Remember the love I will shower on you.”

Another finger joined the first, stretching you until it burnt. You held onto his arms, breath coming in sharp intervals as he moved in and out, the obscene sounds of your essence mixing in with your laboured breathing.

“Do you feel the fire my darling?” Ransom asked, and you nodded. He rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to meet his eyes as he sped up, the heel of his hand digging into your nub. “Look into my eyes and let go. Come, now.”

Your back arched and your pressed forward into his body, quacking in pleasure as sensations that had no name wrecked your whole body. Your teeth sank into his neck to hold in your scream, whole body vibrating and undulating in ecstasy. You remained like this until you caught your breath, sweat gathering above your lips and brow. He looked ravenously at you. He looked in awe too.

Raising his hand, he showed you his fingers soaked in your wetness and slowly he brought them to his mouth and sucked. You gulped, suddenly feeling empty as Ransom closed his eyes in the relish of your taste. When he finally looked at you again, you knew you were lost. The wolf had had his taste of blood. There was no escaping.

He kissed you slow and soft, sharing your taste with you and pulling you closer into him. It didn’t seem like he would part. For all you knew, the world had burnt away leaving only this niche in the wall intact, two people who were just learning to explore each other the only ones alive.

“Do you know, or should I say?” He asked, and you sucked in a breath. Who would have thought this day would come?

“Say it.” You answered. You knew, oh yes. But you needed to hear. You needed to watch those beautiful lips curve around words that bound you to him in something far more potent than marriage.

“I love you.” He said, sincerely, truly and with no hesitation. He loved you. Lord Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and you stood on your toes to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Your Lordship.”

His arms came around you so strong that they felt like chains. You stayed in his embrace, disheveled and disoriented. You never expected your evening would have ended like this.

“Remember my love, then. And forgive me.” Ransom said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he threw apart the curtains that contained your sin and bared you to the world. The first person gasped aloud, and then ten more. You stood paralyzed, holding a hand against your chest to conceal the peeking flesh behind.

Ransom stood before you, nonchalant. Whispers flew around, taking the form of a vicious wind that swept across the ballroom until your mother was running towards you, scandalized. She took one look at you and staggered back, falling behind on the people who rushed forward to help.

“You – no. It couldn’t be.” She sobbed, holding a hand to her heart as if asking it to stay inside. You couldn’t say anything, shame written on every part of you. Ransom cleared his throat before looking at you softly, uncaring of others who gossiped when his lips pressed on your forehead.

“I plan to do right by Miss Y/N.” He announced, removing his coat and draping it around you. Pulling you out from the alcove, he put an arm around you and tugged you at his side. He glanced at you mother who was on the verge of fainting, a small tilt to his lips. “Madam, with your blessings, I would like to wed your daughter and make her an honest woman.”

You hid your face into his chest, not bothering to see your mother’s response. He had compromised you. He had ruined you. Ransom Drysdale didn’t take a no, and he fought hard for what he wanted.

“I hate you.” You whispered, heartbroken. Had he waited, you’d have said yes yourself. Ransom read the question in your gaze and stroked the curve of your cheek.

“I have done my waiting. No more of it. You’re mine now.”

[prettyboy-writes]

♡ ˎˊ𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎ˏˋ ♡

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 '𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺' 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯' 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥,𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳.

Bloodied and bruised is what the blonde was. He’d never met someone that could land so many hits on him without getting the same,what made it worse was that the boy was shorter than him. He was honestly impressed but couldn’t say that infront of his friends when he’s already loosing.

YN was pissed,pissed and annoyed. Sano’s little fake blonde friend wouldn’t shut up about never giving up and to face your problems. No matter how many hits he landed on sano he wouldn’t go down. Raising his hands he was ready to propose a solution.

“Call off your guys and I’ll call if mines. We can do this,another way.” YN stood straight,fixing his jacket. Manjiro looked around before shrugging his shoulders and whispering something to Draken. The tattooed man nodded in what seemed to be agreement before yelling.

“Oi! The presidents needa’ hold off the fight!” All 250 of the men paused in their positions,some with their hands midair ready to knock others clean out while some people fell from mid air as they were ready to jump onto someone and beat them half to death.

All the white jackets,aka your members looked at you as if they were asking “is he speaking for you as well?” You nodded at them and they all went back to their positions and by their friends,laughing and teasing at how bad they were beat or praising how many people one took down.

“Manjiro sano,I propose a truce. You won’t go down because of your oddly positive friend and I’m simply running out of energy.” You walked closer to the blonde,he seemed to tense,unsure if you were being serious.

“How about,we share the area. We fight against other gangs who somehow manage to make their way into our Territory.” He looked at ken for reassurance,earning a nod from him.

“A truce it is,LN” you both shook hands,receiving cheers of celebration from the 250 men that stood alongside you both.

“If I’m bein’ honest I was about to pass out sleep on the nearest toman member!” Someone from your gang yelled causing laughter to erupt. You only shook your head with a smile and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Mikey suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The embarrassment on your face as you tried to hold back a laugh,the little blush that dusted your cheeks. Why did he all of a sudden find you so pretty,why did he find you attractive.

Shaking his head while closing his eyes,ridding the confusing thoughts. “It was such a pleasure to fight with the unbeatable Manjiro sano,but it is time I take my leave.” You raised your arms dramatically and just in que your co-president came driving by,swooping you up by your waist and onto the shared motorcycle.

“Your all dismissed,thank you for fighting alongside me today!” You waved at your gang members as they let out a series of “my pleasure” and “welcomes’”. You gave a smile before you exited the grounds on the bike.

Mikey was stunned. How the fuck did you look so elegant while getting snatched off your feet ? How did you get one hundred and fifty larger men to give you their full repsect and undivided attention? Mikey had so many questions right now.

And that led to today. You were sitting in a small bakery,a table close to the glass wall where you could see any and everything,including the blonde walking to the door. You watched as he walked in searching for a familiar color of hair,waving at him his eyebrows raised and he headed towards you waving with a smile.

“Yo” you raised your head slightly before tilting it back. He sat in the chair looking around before speaking up. “I want to end the rivalry between our gangs.” He spoke,his tone was nervous but his face was stoic and didn’t change a bit. You shrugged. “Sure,I mean why not.” His face practically lit up when he heard your agreement.

“Let’s celebrate with dorayaki!” He waved towards the waitress who immediately rushed over with a pen and notepad. “Can I get two melonpan? They are very sweet and I need sugar.” You held up two fingers as you spoke and the waitress nodded. She looked between you two obviously nervous.

“I’ll be right back with your food,congrats on the relationship you two!” She gave another smile before walking off. Your face immediately warmed up and you looked at Mikey who was also flustered before looking down.

Why didn’t he deny asking you out? Why didn’t you deny him asking you out? God this was so embarrassing. You shook the thought as lightly tapped your cheeks,ridding the warmth before looking up at the blonde.

“M’ sorry about that.” He apologized offering a soft smile. You once again felt the warmth travel up to your cheeks. “It’s fine,just a simple misunderstanding.” He nodded and once again his eyes lit up when he saw the waitress heading to your table with plates.

She set them both down before slightly bowing and walking away. You bit into the bread,not moving it from your mouth as you looked around before finishing the bite and chewing it. Mikey was slightly confused but nonetheless flustered at how strangely cute you looked.

“Say LN,how old are ya’?” Mikey asked as he played around with his food,making the fish seem as if it was swimming. “Mmm,just turned 14. Why?” You answered as soon as you swallowed your bread. His eyes widened. “Woah. Your younger than me? Well I mean it’s not that big of a surprise seeing your height-“ Mikey immediately regretted talking about your height when he saw your glare.

“I am the perfect height for my age,manjiro.” Your eyes narrowed on the blonde causing him to raise his hands in a surrendering manner. “Geez,hit a nerve there.” You huffed before looking away as you took another bite of your bread,earning a snicker from Mikey. Your eyes flickered back to him,he was suddenly staring at something,with his full attention.

In all honesty he was admiring your face,he had never thought of anyone pretty. Let alone have a crush on someone. This was a new discovery for him and he didn’t know how to go about it. Maybe he’d talk to takemitchy later,he has a girlfriend. His thoughts were interrupted when your voice was heard.

“Whaddya’ staring at?” You attempted to following where his eyes where but it seemed like he was staring at the empty chair behind you. He shrugged before biting into his dorayaki happily.

Not only was he happy that he saved his guys a possibly big fight that could cause serious injuries and possible deaths,but he also made an ally. A cute one at that. “Nothin,just thinking.” You gave an understanding nod and rested your cheek on your palm,looking through the glass walls.

“Hey does your friend know I can see his tall ass? He sucks at hiding.” Your vision hovered on Draken who was trying to hide behind a wall. Mikey laughed at your honesty before turning to him and waving him off with a nod.

“He didn’t quite trust the idea of me coming to meet you alone.” Mikey admitted. You shrugged before eating the last bite of your bread. “Hey uh,do you maybe wanna go on a walk? Tomorrow?” The blonde nervously asked with a smile.

You nodded,returning his kind smile. “Alright,it’s a date. See you then,Mikey” you stood up and placed a 1000 yen bill before exiting the cafe,waving at Mikey through the glass.

His cheeks were bright red as he tried to wave back at you. He settled rivalry,gained an ally and got a date? God this day was just going perfect for him.

“Oh god what should I wear? What do you wear for date walks?!” He pointed to the waitress who served you and him. She nervously answered: “a nice hoodie and a pair of jeans always work?” Manjiro nodded and yelled a “thankyou” as he walked out of the cafe waving.

You can bet he went to Takemichi to help him pick out a hoodie with Draken following along giving his opinion every now and then.

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Request are open

[burnedbyshoto]

for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war. 

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again. 

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do. 

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck. 

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good. 

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Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

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Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation. 

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours. 

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals. 

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor. 

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that. 

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

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“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath. 

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

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It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like. 

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day. 

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave. 

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

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It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.