#they have already showed how they act when they're irritated

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

˚₊‧♡ How they would act with y/n's parents if they were extremely restrictive

˚₊‧♡ H e a d c a n o n s!

˚₊‧♡ 𝑭𝒕. Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran Haitiani, Rindou Haitiani, Sanzu Haruchiyo and Hanma Shuji

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

He would totally respect the girl's parents, despite that, he would never let anything happen to her.

He would pick her up at home secretly, being as discreet as possible so that her parents wouldn't find out about his encounters.

He would give the girl a "spare" cell phone for the times when her parents take his cell phone.

He would defend her from any toxic or abusive situations coming from her parents.

If things got worse at the girl's house, he would take her out of that house without thinking twice.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

Izana would certainly be extremely irritated by the girl's parents' behavior.

He always picks her up at home when the situation is not good.

He definitely wouldn't mind taking the girl away if the situation simply got worse.

He wouldn't show an ounce of respect or consideration for the girl's parents since he knows exactly how toxic they are.

"Who the fuck do they think they are to treat you like that?" He would say when he heard the girl's outbursts about her parents.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"... What the fuck do they think they're doing?" He would say that when he heard y/n reveal what her parents do and how restrictive they are.

Manjiro wouldn't give a damn about what her parents thought of them together and at no time would he respect the restrictions imposed on the girl.

He would take her to his house or to any place extremely far from her parents.

He would certainly be careful with the girl, allowing her to have the freedom to do whatever she wanted as long as it wasn't any harmful behavior.

"It's okay now." He would say for now when they were far enough away from all that.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Kazutora wouldn't think twice about disrespecting the girl's parents if they were making her subject to silly restrictions.

He would take her away from her parents.

"As long as I'm here, no one will hurt you, are we okay like this?" Kazutora would say as he took the girl to his house.

He would be extremely affectionate, he would give all the hospitality in the world to make the girl feel at home.

Kazutora would not allow the girl to have any kind of contact with her parents after everything that happened.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

He simply would not care about the opinion of the girl's parents about him.

"I don't give a damn about what they think or don't think about us, you're mine now." He would say to comfort the girl.

Ran would certainly take her to live in his house, completely distancing her from her parents.

He would be attentive, always making the girl feel at ease.

Ran would no longer allow the girl's parents to have any kind of control over her.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

"What the hell kind of parents are these?" He would be completely incredulous at the behavior of the girl's parents when he heard her venting.

He wouldn't give the girl's parents the slightest respect, he simply wouldn't care about their existence.

He would take the girl to live with him.

Rin would take care of her as much as possible so that she would be well and forget the traumas that her toxic parents caused her.

He would never let her parents get close to him again.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Sanzu already imagined that y/n's situation at home was not the best because of her extremely restrictive parents, for this reason, he always avoided seeing them.

He would certainly take her away from her parents without caring about any consequences.

Haruchiyo would be as understanding as possible and would appear calm in front of the girl despite getting really upset when he heard all her outbursts.

He would never let her parents get close again.

He would make her feel free to be whoever she wanted and would support her in everything.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

"I don't give a damn about what your parents think of me, they're fucking annoying." It would definitely be something he would say without thinking twice about y/n's parents.

He would continue with the girl even if her parents created prohibitions.

He would defend the girl from any reprisals.

Hanma is not the type of person who respects ignorant people, so he simply wouldn't give a damn about y/n's parents' conservatism.

He would do >Everything< to make her have as much freedom as possible when she was with him, despite that, he would take good care of her and would always defend the girl from toxic parents.

[paimonial-rage]

@ anon who wasn't technically an anon, your question is actually really interesting because like... the easy answer would be: hurt **** in some way. But even then, I don't think that'd necessarily put the person in the state that you described. While I don't know of a possible trigger yet, my gut tells me that it is possible.

[wlwmedarda]

I'm honestly just looking to rant and this might be long depending on how fast I get irritated the more I type so if this isn't coherent or well written I apologize in advance. Since it looks like Ambessa will take on a more antagonistic role in arcane season two, I would like to unpack the fandom's antiblackness that you guys are either blind to or aware and too pussy to call it out as my gut is telling me it's gonna increase and if no one is gonna start the difficult conversation then I sure as hell will.

Sevika:

Mel:

Starting off strong with the definition of "you guys want complex female characters but can't even handle her". Mel Medarda is in quite the predicament seeing how she's morally grey, a black woman, AND "gets in the way" of a mlm ship so she was kinda screwed from the start. A cunning politician disowned for her pacifism who acts as a sort of bridge to Noxus' slow introduction, and is THE ONLY CHARACTER IN THE SEASON 1 MAIN CAST SPECIFICALLY CREATED FOR THE SHOW. She's treated like satan incarnate or a Jezebel (highly suggest looking into that if you don't know what that is), GOOD character analysis is rare, and when she is talked about positively, it's so often chalked up to appearances that I'd rather yall not talk about her at all. Oh you love Mel? Then can we talk about her relationship with her mother? Unpack her dynamic with Jayce? Maybe more fanworks centered around her? I've seen yall's fake asses dropping the shittiest fucking takes about her only to turn around and gush over how pretty she is, and yall think you're slick about it and you're not. I would say I prefer the ones who are loud and proud about their hatred but that'd be a lie, they're two cheeks on the same ass; annoying and couldn't give a decent break down of her character if a gun was pointed at they head even she's perfect to dissect. I could talk about her more but we'd be here all day and so many black women even from outside the fanbase have already talked about yall so there's no need for me to add on 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️.

Quick question, have you guys ever tried to talk about her in a non sexual way? Yes, Sevika is undeniably sexy and you could argue that true stans of hers talk about her outside of horny time, but a good half of the fandom is a different story. In a similar case to Mel's, deep dives into her character are rare to find which is crazy when she acts as Zaun's own "kingmaker". She's loyal to her city and the cause, never to a specific person and will not hesitate to betray you. She could be your right hand man one day, and the next she might find a better kingpin to follow and stab you in the back like it all meant nothing. "Were you tempted?" "Not for a worm like him". Simple and subtle and probably my favorite Sevika scene; she comes to realize Silco is no longer the best leader for Zaun, but he's as good as it gets for now and so she sticks by him. I remember a YouTube comment breaking down how she's essentially the quintessential Zaun: a brute warrior molded by her environment, who defied Vander's peaceful ways and embraced Silco's cruelty. Her mindset and goal is interesting and you'd think it'd result in some fascinating meta or exploration of her upbringing when we got a hint that she potentially has some daddy issues right? Obviously, but what do we get instead? White sapphics treating her like nothing more than a sexual object. How delightful!

Ekko:

This might partially be Riot's fault because — and I hate to sound like a league lore nerd — Ekko is quite underdeveloped compared to the richer origins of his former pre arcane self, but I'm gonna hold off on that till the season finale to see how they handle him. Anyways, at this point the fandom clearly sees him as Jinx's trophy husband. When you talk about him, she is brought into the convo 90% of the time. That's exactly why I prefer black timebomb shippers over the nonblack ones because I trust they actually love Ekko as a character on his own. Even though I have my complaints regarding how's been written so far, I still know he's too good to be reduced to Jinx's loverboy. He fights and cares for his city, the only character that you can confidently say is pure of heart, and is the revolutionary leader Zaun really needs. He's just as smart as Jinx too, he is literally going to create TIME TRAVEL. Why does no one wanna talk about that? Can we be excited for his character development and arc not just for the timebomb scenes you'll get out of it?

Ambessa:

Can't even deny this woman is awful but her presence on screen enthralled me after a couple of rewatches and I also love bad mothers in media so I've settled on a love/hate relationship. Yes, she's definitely gonna have some influence on Caitlyn, which makes sense since she has now lost her mother; she's vulnerable and as we have seen, naive. She's practically free real estate for Ambessa. My recent worry though has been how the fandom seems to be willing to put all of Caitlyn's actions on her as if Cait isn't a grown ass woman who can make her own decisions. Of course being grown doesn't mean you're immune to manipulation, but I've seen some Silco and Jinx comparisons and it is NOT the same. Mind you we haven't even seen the first three episodes; we don't know how far Ambessa's manipulation is going to go and we can't really tell what the dynamic is gonna be like based off of clips and trailers that are likely shown out of context on purpose to throw people off. I'll never defend her actions, hell I'll join in on the lashings, but my black ass is also not gonna sit here and let yall talk about her weirdly or pin all of this on her.

Some might say I'm overthinking this, but I've been here since November 2021 and have sat back and observed for 2 years. You don't have to write deep, philosophical conversations 24/7, I'm sure it's not all in bad faith and I won't act like I don't thirst over Sevika or marvel at Mel's beauty. I'm not saying you have to like these characters and that you're racist if you don't. My frustration comes from the lack of nuanced conversations and hypocritical opinions surrounding black characters in this show. When you try to say something about this, you're hit with excuses; it reminds me of how man obsessed fujoshis act when they're questioned for not giving two fucks about female characters. They're either reduced to one character trait, only admired for their looks, or only discussed when it's about the white character they're connected to. Do NOT under ANY circumstance be black and morally ambiguous, you WILL be held to higher moral standards than everyone's wittle blorbos who can do wrong and are defended from all sides when you dare to take the rose colored stan glasses off and criticize them. What's really ridiculous is you hear the "complex characters" bullshit every two to three business days and some of you have the nerve to boast about this series being diverse while simultaneously ignoring the complexities in the characters of color. This is the main reason I took a step back and with season two around the corner I thought "Hey, maybe it'll be better this time!" and it was a mistake. Good to know yall still have an underlying racism problem you don't wanna address but with some extra classism thrown in. "What will we do once Arcane ends?" hopefully get a job, touch some grass, and reflect. Lord knows yall need it. The faster yall sizzle out the better. I'm done that's all I have to say lol goodnight 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽.

[cannellee]

would you ever write hybrid ABO? like they have animal traits and features (usually ears and tail) but beyond that its basically ABO

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆ (hybrid au!)

୨୧ hybrid! alpha! tokyorev x hybrid! omega! reader (pairing : mitsuya, draken, taiju, chifuyu, ran)

— a little peek of what a life with them would be like in a hybrid au!

cw : slight mention of sex in taiju's

I can give it a try but I don't think I'll be writing hybrid content in the future!

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

𐙚 ALPHA! MITSUYA

mitsuya as a hybrid radiates even more warmth than usual, he has such an inviting presence and such calming pheromones it's hard to ignore.

he is attentive and nurturing, always reassuring you and detecting even the slightest changes in your mood or well-being. he's quick to provide comfort and support during times like this when you're more vulnerable. he gives you little soothing licks on your cheeks and softly bites your neck in order to make you feel safe and cherished.

his tail often wraps around your waist or rests gently against your leg, it's his way of showing you have his full attention, even in public. he notices right away when you're upset and your ears drop a little or whenever your frenetic tail isn't as active as usual, you just can't fool him.

he takes care of your hair, ears and tail the best way he can. he makes them shine and all soft. he knows you like your fur to be well maintained, so he's careful.

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𐙚 ALPHA! DRAKEN

boy is alert. he has straight ears, just like those of a doberman and they're always moving and twitching in every directions, capturing any little noise.

hybrid draken is your loyal guard dog, literally. if you couldn't already tell from his frown and angry pheromones, the way his tail is immobile and his ears are lying flat on his head are a heavy indicator of his irritation. he's watchful, stays vigilant and always positions himself between you and potential threats.

but draken is gentle and sweet, and whenever it's just the two of you, he lets you pet his head and scratch his scalp. he loves the cute purring you let out because of how pleased you are to have tamed this imposing alpha.

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𐙚 ALPHA! TAIJU

taiju as a hybrid is easily mistaken as a wolf, he's just this big and intimidating. he has sharp, attentive ears and an enormous build. he looks like he'll crush your bones if you look at his omega (which is true). he's always growling at others and often overwhelms you because of his strong pheromones.

his teeth are sharp like razors and always make you tremble whenever he's grazing your skin with them, making you feel even smaller than usual. his scent is a constant reminder of the dynamic of your relationship, you're weak and sweet and you listen, while he's the one in charge who knows what you need.

he considers that he can touch you whenever he wants, you're his after all. he likes to see you crumble under his touch, see how pouty you become once he plays with your ears or pull on your tail when you're having sex from behind, just like animals. it hurts so good you end up crying for more like a dumb little puppy.

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𐙚 ALPHA! CHIFUYU

he loves to groom you, taking care of your fluffy tail and loving to watch every single one of your reactions. he likes the way your ears moves and reacts to his words and comforting pheromones and how your tail seems to swing even harder each time he tells you you're pretty.

similarly, you often tease him and tickle his ears, knowing fully they're sensitive and causes him to blush. he's nuzzling you 24/7, showing his affection in every ways possible.

hybrid chifuyu is even more protective but extremely gentle and caring, the duality is insane and hard to ignore. it makes you feel privileged and warm inside to know that your alpha is acting like this towards you only. you're able to do whatever you want with him, put little ribbons on his tail, spray it with your strawberry perfume, messily curl his fur with your hair straightener and decorate it with other pink hair clips you have. chifuyu simply wants you to enjoy spending time with him!

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𐙚 ALPHA RAN

ran absolutely loves his adorably sweet omega who's always so happy to see him, tail moving so fast he can barely see it.

he teases you about it after an argument for example. he'll try and make you laugh when you refuse to look at him, trying hard to ignore him. but he'll drop a few funny remarks and even while doing your best at remaining stoic, your tail just won't cooperate! look at that excited fluffy thing and the angry pout you have! it just doesn't match and makes you look even cuter.

he loves to tease your little ears too! softly pinching them with his fingers, watching with a sadistic grin how it makes you whine. it doesn't hurt though, but the unexpected touch has you all flustered.

and the teasing is always one-sided, you can never seem to be quiet enough to surprise him from behind and jump on his back. he hears you because of how your happy tail bumps into things and brushes against furniture. but he'll sometimes play along and let you creep up behind him, acting all scared before enveloping you in his arms and scent, which is even more prominent as a hybrid. it's powerful and clings to you for days.

[thetxtdevil]

Jealousy Award Show

Yeonjun x Reader

summary: It was the first award show you got to go with your boyfriend. The many acts and celebrities interest you, but Yeonjun thinks you got too invested with a certain celebrity.

content: smut, bf/idol dom.yeonjun, gf reader, bts makes an appearance! (lets pretend this is the future and they're all back from the military), car/public sex, fingering, degrading (nickames like slut/whore), oral (fem rec.), riding, no condom (smh)

word count: 1.7k

The crowd was loud tonight, thousands of people attending the award show were seated all around the arena. It was your first time going, sitting there with a gracious small next to your boyfriend and his band. It was fun to see these acts in real time, after getting your vision back from the flashing lights of paparazzi. Yeonjun sat close to you, eyes linger on your body in a dress that was specially made for you with the help of his staff. He had to hold himself back a lot trying to not be too touchy when cameras were on him and you all night.

It was tiring, Yeonjun did have his hand on your waist many times but not like how he usually does. His big hands lightly graze your waist teasing you a bit, but it was all to show the world he is a gentleman. In reality he wanted to grip you closer, he wanted your ass sitting on him instead of the uncomfortable chair given to the guests.

Yeonjun's eyes were diverted from your physique when a stage manager came up to his band. "You guys need to start getting ready." You turn your head towards Jun and pout, hesitant at first Yeonjun gives you a peck on the cheek and you wishing them luck before he leaves. Left there alone, you fix your dress feeling awkward until a few familiar gentlemen sat next to you and introduces themselves.

Talking to the men, your attention was caught by the loud screams of fans. You look at the stage knowing what was to come next. An accustomed tune fills your ears making your lips turn up. Spot lights rotate to the lifted members of TXT, you had to stop yourself from standing up in excitement remembering this isn't one their concerts. The men fills the arena with booming music, excellent vocals, you drool seeing Yeonjun having a surprise breakdance. At the end of their act, the members separate walking the stage waving to moas. Yeonjun nonchalantly looks for you his big smile weakens when he sees you talking to the members of BTS. Little did he know you were bragging about your boyfriend, but Jun continues to give moas attention.

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"Oh my god guys you were so great!" you scream at TXT meeting them backstage at the end of the award show.

"Thanks y/n, did you enjoy Yeonjun's dance?" Soobin asks with a dimple smile.

"Uhhh yes, but it was a little too sexy in my opinion" you say glancing at your boyfriend who was rolling his eyes.

"Hey y/n, I just bumped into BTS do you want to meet them?" Kai asks getting all the members' attention.

"I sure do!" you squeak skipping towards Kai.

Yeonjun had a buring sensation of annoyance "you already met them" he mumbles remebering what he saw on stage, but he couldn't back away from the opportunity, you admired the band just like he does. Body tense, Yeonjun tries to be polite to his hyungs however, he was getting irritated with your bright attitude. The older men were invested in you, having great conversations starters and you were loving it, Yeonjun was not. Rolling his eyes every time you would laugh, forcing a smile when you would look at him. As time passes Yeonjun felt like there was steam coming out of his ears.

"The cars are waiting for you guys" a staff member announces.

Yeonjun sighs in relief, you purse your lips having a fun time with the band. Saying your goodbyes, you and your boyfriend get into the car. You break the silence by thanking Yeonjun for taking you tonight but the man nods and says nothing. Looking at the sulking man your brows furrow trying to study his grumpy attitude. What has gotten into him? He was so happy earlier.

It was dark, lights from building windows glowed numerous colors and the street lamps' light flashed in the back seat. You two sat there in silence, nothing but faint breathing.

"Why did you have to feel Jungkook's muscles like that?" he says focused on the seam of his pants.

"Uh because he's hot" you say like it was obvious then smack your mouth realizing you said this to your boyfriend not a friend.

Yeonjun's gaze snaps towards you, signaling that you were in deep trouble. His slit eyebrows furrowed and his round eyes turned sharp. He abruptly gets out of his seat crawling over as you fall on the car door, handle digging into your back. You stared into his dark eyes, shivering at the feeling of the man's hot breathe. Electricity sparked between the lips that grazed one another. Yeonjun grabs your legs so they were surrounding his waist, teasing a kiss on the lips.

"J-junnie we're in a car" you say as you look around and watching the focused driver.

"Oh so I'm not good enough for you? Am I not hot enough for you to do it anywhere?" he interrogates, making you shiver, "answer me."

"You're extremely hot especially..." you thoughts trail off when you feel your boyfriends hand kneads your inner thigh.

"Finish your sentence slut" Yeonjun spits.

"Especially when you're jealous" you whine.

Even in the dark of the car you can see Yeonjun's noxious grin. He leans down roughly kissing your lips until they bruise, forcing his tongue into your mouth proving his dominance. His rough hand grazes your thigh to your cunt rubbing the wetness into the thin material of your panties. You quietly gasp into the mans mouth slightly moving your hips against his hand.

"You don't have to be quiet, princess" Yeonjun's raspy voice vibrates against the skin of your neck, "everyone should know how good I make you feel."

Yeonjun's fingers find their way into your folds. The freezing digits made your back arch and head hit the leather of the car door. His fingers glide along your wet slit every now and then flicking your clit. Bitting your lip to stop your sounds from falling out of your mouth.

"I'm not going to continue if I don't hear my whore moan for me" He looks at the neediness in your eyes, god did he love this sight, "Maybe if I occupy somewhere else I'll start hearing you."

Whining when his warmth leaves your face, you watch his eyes stare as he bends down between your legs. You try to push your knees together but it was no use as Yeonjun's broad shoulders were in the way. His hand grasp your plush flesh kneading them while his other hand still teased your cunt.

"You weren't this shy when you were at the award show what happened?" Yeonjun teasingly asks as his thumb finally rubs circles into your clit.

A long drawn out moan escapes your lips making the man happy to hear you loosen up. "There it is, your beautiful sounds."

He pushes a finger into your tight hole allowing more sounds burst out of you, "that’s it, let me hear you because I'm the only who is allowed to make you like this."

You start to heat up from the lewd sounds coming from your mouth and pussy. Yeonjun leans into your wetness licking and sucking you pulsating clit. He adds another digit to your entrance stretching you out deliciously as he spreads his fingers. "Ugh, jun need you.."

The man hums at your request but not doing anything other continuing his abusive behavior on your cunt. He pushes your grinding hips down making you whine profusely. Lapping up your juices and fingers curling hitting that sweet spot every time. He hears your moans turning into cries knowing you are about to cum on his face at any moment. "J-jun, um going to-"

Yeonjun abruptly stops his actions releasing himself from you. A gasp of horror strikes you as you lose the sense of release in your core. Looking down at the man, he doesn't say anything grinning to himself he says "who else hears, knows those sounds you make, hum?? no one."

Your chest was heaving, feeling uncomfortably horny for more. You watch him unbuckle his belt, undoing his trousers to free his angry hard dick. He kneels back, slowly pumping himself in front of you. He acts like you weren't there still laying wide open to take him.

"Please.." you softly whine, Yeonjun's dark eyes open to look at you, "please, no one has ever, will never make me feel as good as you do."

Yeonjun tilts his head back smiling in victory, cock twitching at the thought that you're only his and that you intended to be only his. You could only watch in awe as his aura changed from anger to relief. He changes positions on the car seat going back to the proper sitting position. "Come one, ride my dick." He pats his thigh.

Launching out of your seat you quickly straddle his hips. Grabbing Yeonjun's face and kissing him desperately. Yeonjun moans as he feels your drenched pussy grinding on him. His hands massage the flesh of your thighs. You couldn't wait any longer, your fingers pushes your ruined panties to the side and quickly sink onto Yeonjun's dick. Both of you gasp at the feeling of your walls engulfing him so well. You lay your head on his shoulder kissing his neck, hands fondling with the buttons of his shirt.

It wasn't long until you started picking up the pace bouncing on him. His big hands grab to your ass helping you along his dick. Every curve of his dick stirred your insides pounding into you hitting deep. Looking up at your boyfriend you moan at the sight of his tilted head fully exposing the veins of his neck and sharp jaw line. His groans filled up the car, your cares of anyone seeing you were long gone.

"You're hot" you breath out.

Yeonjun's head snaps to look at you grinning, leaning in to passionately kiss you as he thrusts up into you harder. His hand drifts from your hips to in between your legs skillfully circling your clit. Moaning into his mouth that electrifying feeling fills your stomach again.

"C-can I please.."

"Go ahead"

With all of your strength grinding hard against the man you eventually come undone, Yeonjun hisses at your walls' intense clenching making him paint your walls with his cum. Both of you sat there for awhile cuddling and warming each other. It was so comfy you could've fallen asleep in his arms until you realized the car slowing down to a stop. Lifting your head up to see your surroundings you gasp, "shit we're home already."

Yeonjun smiles at you, "let get inside and take that pretty gown off."

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

read more from: Jealousy/Envy TXT Masterlist

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling, @f4iryfever

[senmiyaazx]

12 months and 365 days

Crowe x GN!Reader

context: memories of your first year spent in loneliness, and memories of your second year spent with crowe. (aka how you met crowe)

cw: a little self indulgent. mentions of bullying. self deprecating and social anxiety.

word count: 1673

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It's your first day.

You're very nervous.

Of course, you finished high school before. But college was different.

And you didn't have anyone you knew here.

It's okay. You reassure yourself. You just gotta save up enough money to pay the debt, make a few friends and graduate. It's easy enough, right?

It's... your third day.

You haven't talked to anyone yet.

It's alright. It's only your third day.

You'll be fine.

Besides, there's this cool person you've been sneaking glances at lately. Hopefully you'll build up enough courage to talk to them!

Something gnaws at your nerves.

It's been two weeks.

Two weeks since you came to this city.

Two weeks spent alone at a table in a busy cafeteria. Two weeks of sitting in the corner of the classroom as if you don't exist.

It'll be fine. You can get by with no friends. You just have to pay the debt, and you'll be back home like nothing ever happened.

It's fine.

Three weeks.

You're paired up with someone for a group project.

They're nice. Really nice.

You found out you share a lot of common interests.

They ask to be friends. You accept.

You're really happy.

1 month.

Oh.

They've forgotten about you.

It's okay. You expected it so it didn't hurt much.

It seems they already had an existing friendgroup before you.

It's not your place to be upset. You were strangers after all.

It's okay. Just focus on your job. You'll be home soon.

Five months.

Why don't they ask you for a pen? You're right here.

You have complete school supplies. You always take notes in class.

The person in front of you asks your seatmate for a paper. They don't have one.

You did.

Why don't they ask you?

Why don't you talk to them?

You can't. Because you're too anxious. Scared.

Fear of getting judged.

It's frustrating.

College isn't so fun when you're doing it to save your only home. When you have no friends.

Seven months.

You've gotten used to it.

Sure, you can talk to your group mates just fine. Act friendly and all that stuff. But it never lasted long. Nothing ever did.

It's nothing too concerning now. You accepted the fact you were too much of a coward to just talk and reach out to someone. You're an outcast, and it'll stay that way forever.

Even if your inner self begged to be able to rant about your interests, your hobbies, your troubles.

Two more years of this hell.

Before you knew it, you're in your second year.

First day.

Nothing unusual. You're still alone.

It's boring.

Four more hours till you go home.

Second day.

There's this guy who introduced himself to you.

He seems friendly.

He told you his name, but you forgot. Oh well, it's not important.

Not like you two will be close anyway.

One week.

He keeps talking to you.

You learned his name now. Crowe.

You weren't exactly a jerk either, and it was rude to show your obvious disinterest in someone, so you tried your best to put on a smile as you listened to him.

It's awkward. He's aware of the tension in the air.

You feel bad, but it's okay. Give it a week and he'll move on.

Three weeks.

He. Won't. Leave. You. Alone.

What's wrong with this guy? He keeps acting all buddy with you.

You don't know him. He doesn't know you.

It annoys you how he acts like he does. How friendly he is with you.

You're sure he has some sort of ulterior motive.

Ah, whatever. It's not good to assume. At least you have someone sitting with you at lunch. Even if you're a little irritated.

Four weeks.

You volunteered to be a helper at the school gardens. It's good. Extra credits and a place for you to hang out. Alone.

Now you no longer have to be in the cafeteria.

Five weeks.

He found out about the garden. Keeps pestering you about it.

"Can I join? Can I help? I wanna see! Let's eat lunch there together!" He says.

It's.. so annoying. But you felt bad for him, so you accepted. Grudgingly.

Now you have someone pestering you in your comfort spot. Great.

He tells you he didn't expect you to be interested in gardening. You told him you lived on a farm. He's curious, but you refuse to tell more.

It'll be a waste of time if he'll forget about you in the end anyways.

Two months.

He's still there. He's weirdly persistent on being your friend.

You're starting to doubt yourself now. Had you judged him too much?

Still, it's hard to act friendly now when you've spent an entire year being ignored by everyone on the campus despite your attempts to communicate.

He doesn't seem to mind. You feel weird.

For once, you allow yourself to soften a little around him.

Three months.

It's been a terrible week. Burnout has caught up to you. You're in an incredibly tight budget and you're nowhere near halfway to your debt.

Is there really hope for you? Your father?

Right. You're doing this for dad. The farm.

You can't give up now that you've come so far, yet...

The frustration and stress is too much. He noticed this, of course. He's always so observant when it came to you. Noticing all the little changes and details that nobody else did. Not that anyone else paid much mind to you in the first place.

Still. It's weird. It makes you feel overwhelmed and a little overstimulated.

And it's because of the stress, you think. It's the stress and anxiety that you've been bottling up for years— and ended up lashing out on him.

He's hurt. You know it. You feel incredibly guilty.

You fucked up, didn't you? You always did. Now you lost the only person who actually liked you.

It's all your fault.

Three months and two weeks.

You haven't talked to him since then, despite his attempts to reach you.

You're the first to leave when the bell rings. You lock yourself up in the garden when it's lunchbreak. You dash out the school gates when it's time to go home.

You've seen the way he looks at you. Worry and pain plastered all over his face. It makes your stomach twist. You're guilty. You're aware of how much of a jerk you're being.

But you have no choice. After all, you were born to be lonely.

I'm sorry, Crowe.

Six months.

It's been so long. You're sure he's forgotten about you. Like you expected. It hurts, yet you ignore the pain.

One day, however, you're cornered.

You've always been an outcast. One that's genuinely forgotten by everyone.

Unlucky as you were, you never had to experience bullies in your life.

And now..

One of them pushes your bruised body to the ground. You shake. They laugh at you. Fuck people and their greed for superiority.

You hate it. Hate this. Hate yourself. Why can't you just get up and fight back? Are you really going to let them step over you like this when you're already miserable enough?

C'mon. Get up. Stand up!

Someone yells from a distance. That voice, all too familiar. One that makes your heart drop.

"Crowe?"

It all becomes a blur. You're on the ground, frozen in fear as you watched Crowe take the hits for you. Defending you as if you've known each other for years.

Why? Why would he do this? You don't understand. You don't understand him.

It's so damn annoying.

Slowly, you stand up. There's a rock nearby. You grab it.

And throw it against the bastard's head as hard as you can.

He passes out. His other goons turn around to face you with a murderous glare, and you tremble as they approach.

"One more step and I'll scream so loud everyone will think you're a serial killer." It's a stupid threat. You have no guarantee it'll work.

To your luck, it does. They turn away with a 'tsk' as they pick their friend up. It seems they don't want to cause any more trouble than they already did. Hypocrites.

You immediately turn to face Crowe with a harsh glare, striding towards him despite the pain in your body.

You grab him by the collar, bringing him close to your face as you yelled, confusion and pain evident in your voice. Desperation. "Are you stupid? Why the hell did you do that?! There's literally no reason for you to defend me, so why?!" You shake him back and forth. You shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be angry at him when he helped you.

You're just.. so damn lost.

He doesn't mind the way you take your anger out on him when he should. He should be annoyed with you. He should be as mad as you for getting angry when he's the one who helped you.

Instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs.

"Because you're my friend!" He grins stupidly, and you have half a mind to punch him the way those bullies did.

You don't. Instead, you let him go as you felt warmth rush to your cheeks and all over your body. Till your heart aches and leaves a stinging pain in your chest. Till the tips of your fingers tingle and leave your palms sweaty. Till your knees feel weak and you sit down on the ground with your head held in your hands.

"You're.. so annoying, you know that? You're fucking insane." Your voice was shaky. Yet you couldn't help the smile that crept up to your lips.

He stayed. He didn't forget about you.

You have a friend. His name is Jericho Ichabod.

Three years — present.

You're in the greenhouse. Brittney and the others are somewhere in the garden, doing their own thing. You're glad they're enjoying this little space of yours.

Crowe's saying something about flowers. You don't listen much, simply staring at him as you nod and smile.

You have a crush. His name is Jericho Ichabod.

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a/n: i've had this on my mind since the update. unfortunately I don't have any ideas for a sol fic yet:(

[rinachains]

wc: 2.6k

contents: nanami x gn!reader; age gap (they're both adults); kind of a mentor/mentee relationship (but not really); reader has some unresolved issues; (sexual?) tension; seemingly one-sided crush; suggestive; MDNI

a/n: a little something while I'm working on the toji fic. the voices made me write this, I hope y'all will enjoy it. comments and reblogs are very much appreciated! divider credits: @cafekitsune

“Are you hungry?”

A shake of your head, barely noticeable. As expected, Nanami mused. He held down a loud sigh.

The lethargic state in which the mission – the whole day – had left him was wearing him down, and all he wanted to do was lie in his bed and close his eyes. But even then, sleep came hard to him; it hovered above him, a painful tease, but it never dared to give him a sweet release. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt fully rested.

“Is there something else you want?”, Nanami tried again, a swift glance towards you.

You only made a dismissive noise in response. The sound almost got drowned out by the heavy rain outside of Nanami’s car. Every hit of the rain against his windows like a punch, with vigour and frustration behind it. Nanami tried not to let his frustration show.

If there was one thing Nanami didn't lack, it was self-awareness.

He knew that in the eyes of most of his peers, he came across as stern, overly composed and perhaps a bit too serious. More than once did he hear from them that he ought to relax more and be less formal, but despite all that, they still had a certain respect (and some even admiration) for him. He was able to handle majority of his peers, albeit with a headache sometimes.

Yet he - for the life of him - couldn't figure out why you suddenly became a different person when he was near you. He caught a glimpse of how you acted around others – you were relaxed, laughed at some of the jokes that were made and could hold conversations without any problems.

So why did you act so strange around him?

Nanami would even go so far as to say that you seemed irritated by him. Sometimes he’d catch the roll of your eyes when he’d admonish you, or you'd give him a halfhearted nod when he’d share an important piece of information with you, as if you were trying to have as little conversation with him as possible. As if any interaction with him was a pain in the ass. It deepened his frown each time, the ache in his already throbbing head only getting worse.

He was used to a reaction like this towards Gojo, someone who was naturally irritating, but towards him?

Today, you went on a mission together. Initially, you were supposed to go on your own, but the higher ups decided it would be better if Nanami tagged along, in case something happened and you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Nanami told you that he would stay out of the mission - your mission - and that he would only intervene if he thought it was necessary. Until a certain point, you believed that the mission was going well and that it would end in success for you. A way to prove yourself, to show everyone how capable you were. But then fate decided to show its twisted sense of humor today; just when you thought you had exorcised all the curses, another one suddenly came from behind you, catching you off guard. Too fast for you to react in time.

And the worst thing? Nanami had to come to your rescue, even though you nearly had it.

So now you were sitting in his car, parked in front of the apartment complex you lived in and waited. For what? You didn’t quite know. Nanami told you to wait until the rain stopped, since none of you had an umbrella with you. How considerate of him, right?

He sat next to you in the driver's seat, not a single strand of his perfectly coiffed hair out of place, not even a small stain on his clean, pressed suit.

With each passing minute, the silence between the two of you only grew more tense. Since all available managers were busy with other sorcerers, Nanami offered to use his car. He didn’t expect to do much or any work at all.

Your arms were crossed against your chest as you stared out of the window, chewing on the inside of your cheek and pointedly avoiding looking at the man next to you. You seemed uncomfortable, visibly upset, and that in return made Nanami restless; he tried to remember if he unknowingly offended you earlier. He sometimes tended to be a bit harsh, not feeling and seeing the need to sugarcoat things, but he was not someone who was reluctant to praise. So what did he do to you to make you dislike him?

He cleared his throat, one of his hands loosening his tie. It started to feel awfully tight around his neck.

"If you have a problem, you can tell me. After all, we are both adults here.”

"There's no problem," you muttered, fingers intertwined in your lap. You didn’t sound very convincing and your eyes still refused to meet his.

"Clearly there is," he said matter-of-factly, tired of beating around the bush. He wanted your honesty; he could handle it. After all, he had dealt with worse things in his life. "I may not know you that well, but I can see that something is bothering you."

Another beat of silence and Nanami considered dropping the subject and giving up. If you didn’t want to talk, then he won’t force you.

You felt like pure shit. The truth was, you definitely had a problem. With him. And even though he probably didn't mean to, he brought out the worst in you, all those ugly, desperate feelings that were buried deep inside your body. You hated the way he nagged you or made you feel stupid and fragile. You usually prided yourself on being confident and collected, but he could make you question yourself and your abilities so easily without even trying. You wanted to be independent, not have to lean on him for support; you were a strong sorcerer, for God's sake. So when he had to step in and rescue you like a damsel in distress, it did more than just irritate you. Simply put, your ego couldn't handle it. And it wasn't even his fault, the cause was entirely your own deep-seated insecurities.

He wasn't much older than you, yet he somehow made you feel like a lost child that lacked decades of experience. It annoyed you, but what annoyed you even more was the strong attraction you felt towards him.

Nanami was intimidating yet gentle, someone with good intentions, probably better than any of the other senior sorcerers you worked with.

You longed for his praise, to hear his approval and let it wrap you in a warm embrace. But you were afraid of falling for it, of becoming dependent. An addict. You could never be casual about such things, the intensity was too strong in your heart, a part of you.

The smell of his expensive cologne made your head spin, the urge to nuzzle your face against his neck and breathe in his comforting, masculine scent growing harder and harder to resist. It was like fighting a natural instinct, every fiber of your body yelling at you to give in.

But what made it even harder was the simple fact that he would never see you in that light. Nanami was too good a man, you knew it, everyone knew it. It was supposed to lessen your attraction, but somehow it made it stronger. Maybe there was something seriously wrong with you.

Averting your gaze from the window, you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on his thighs, the thickness of them stretched across the seat, muscles straining against his tight slacks. You swallowed as your mind began to wander.

You imagined his big hand, the same one he used to exorcise curses, gently caressing the nape of your neck, the other one cupping your cheek so tenderly, as if you would crack under the slightest pressure, thumb brushing under your eye. The band of his watch would dig lightly into your skin, leaving faint marks that you'd only notice later when you looked in the mirror.

The sounds he'd make, a hungry humming vibrating against your lips as his mouth would fit perfectly against yours in a desperate rhythm, as if he'd waited far too long to devour you. A choked moan as your hand pressed against his thigh to stabilize yourself, nails digging into the fat there as the muscles twitched under your burning touch. 

The deep blush that would color his cheeks, spreading across the bridge of his nose as his breath hitched. The growing bulge between his thighs that would ache and harden as you brushed your fingertips over it, his hips lifting up and chasing for more.

You wanted to see him crumble because of you, to succumb to his desires and abandon his principles. To bring all the pleasure that brew underneath his skin to a boil. But you weren't naive; you knew it would only remain a distant dream, a hidden fantasy of yours. Because it was Nanami.

"I'm just exhausted," you finally responded with a shake of your head, daring to briefly meet his piercing brown eyes, rid of his glasses. You watched how his lips pressed into a flat line, his head tilted the slightest bit. You thought the expression on his face could be concern.

"Then you should take it easy," Nanami said, so frustratingly considerate. "You may be an adult, but you're still too young to suffer all this stress."

Immediately, as if he had pressed a trigger point, a groan left your mouth at his words and your head slammed back against the car seat rather dramatically. Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Stop treating me like an incompetent child. I can handle this perfectly fine. Seriously, you're acting as if I’ve just started as a sorcerer, even though I've been doing this for several years now."

Nanami went still and blinked. His brows furrowed, the shadows on his face darkened, and he shifted in his seat to face you properly. "I do believe you're competent. You're talented, but that doesn't mean you should disregard your own limits."

Your eyelashes fluttered and you peered at him from the corner of your half-lidded eye.

"I just want you to take me seriously."

"I do. And I don't want you to end up like me; it's my duty as your senior to make sure you have it better than I did."

"But it makes me feel like shit," you bit back, all the frustration pouring out of you like an uncontrollable body of water. You couldn't hold back anymore, the gates now opened. "You may have no ill intentions, but that doesn't mean your actions can't negatively affect me."

You waved a hand at him. "And then you had to save me today. I really thought I could do it for a moment, but of course I screwed up. And you had to clean up after me."

"You did not mess up," Nanami insisted stubbornly.

“Oh, c’mon,” you scowled. “I always seem to do so in your eyes.”

"I never thought of you that way," Nanami replied, the tension in his face softening. "I didn't know you felt that way."

"Well," you murmured, rubbing the back of your neck. "I guess that's on me." You exhaled, head tipped back. "It's just hard, you know? To show any sign of weakness."

"But it's not weakness. You're just being human."

Then he reached his hand up, and you watched as he placed it on your shoulder, the size of his hand dwarfing it. The warmth of his careful touch made your skin tingle through your clothes, his thumb rubbing lightly against the tingling spot. In just a few seconds, you found it harder to breathe, the air too stuffy in his car, which seemed to have shrunk. 

A casual touch, you thought. Nothing special. But the way it consumed you and festered through your body was anything but casual.

"You did well today,” Nanami said pointedly, an attempt to calm and reassure you. The deep timbre of his voice crossed the small distance between you and traveled through your body, tightening the knot in your stomach. Your fingers pressed into the side of your seat. You held his piercing stare, fearing for a moment that he could read you every thought and figure you out. Your tongue poked out to wet your lips. A weak nod was all you could give him.  

He removed his hand, slowly, and for a fleeting moment you thought that his fingers lingered on you for a little too long before he resumed his former position and his hand returned to his leg.

You subtly shook your head again – clearly your exhaustion was taking over you and clouding your mind. You had to get yourself together. Maybe a short trip to Shoko would help.

"How do you deal with all this stress?" you asked, more calmly now that the cat was out of the bag.

He made a sound, a mix of a huff and a sigh. “I don’t deal with it; I’m afraid it will always accompany me.”

You hummed, tilting your head to rest on your shoulder. Your eyes flickered back to him. "Sounds exhausting. Have you tried anything to relieve the stress?"

“I don’t think there’s something that could relieve it. I guess that’s just the price I pay as a sorcerer.”

"Really?" you asked, sounding skeptical.  "Is there really nothing that would help relax your body? Take your mind off all this jujutsu stuff?"

His lips parted, words sitting right on the tip of his tongue, but they closed again. Instead, “No, I can’t really think of anything.”  

“Hmh, but that way you might die from the stress, and not because of a mission. That would be an unimpressive way to go.”

To your surprise, he let out a snort, the ghost of a thin smile forming on his face.

“You’re probably right.”

“Maybe I can help.”

He didn’t respond right away. Then, “How?”

"By locking Gojo up for a few hours. Or a few days."

The amused glint in the brown of his irises returned. He rubbed his eyes.

"I'm afraid that won't do much. Knowing him, he'd find a way to be annoying from wherever he's locked up."

You were about to reply, hoping to keep the conversation going, but then you looked outside; the rain had stopped. All that remained was the dark sky. Your teeth sank into your lower lip, hesitating.

"…I have to go now. It’s late and you probably also want to go home."

He gave you a curt nod. His eyes were now focused forward, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

You opened the door and climbed out of the seat, your feet already on the ground, before you turned your head slightly, giving Nanami a view of your side profile.

“…thank you, Nanami.” And I’m sorry, you wanted to add. But you weren’t there yet. Your stupid pride still had a firm grip on you and not even the little conversation you had could get you out of it. Perhaps you needed more time.

“Of course.”

As you closed the door and started to walk away, you didn't get to see him slump back into his seat with a heavy sigh, a hand running down his face, the tips of his ears turning a crimson color as shame coursed through his veins.

You would be the death of him, he was sure of it.

[yanderes-galore]

Some concept for yandere Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), please?

Sure! I ended up combining these two requests because how I end up writing Alastor is meant to be... unpredictable? He's a dubious pairing for me so you can argue most of his actions are already "platonic" as he wouldn't show any sign of real "attraction" anyways due to how he is. Hope you enjoy this regardless :)

Yandere! Alastor Concept

Pairing: Dubious (Leans Platonic?)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Sadism, Blood, Murder, Isolation, Soul deals, Stalking, Forced companionship/pairing.

Ah, Alastor, the radio demon.

The thing about Alastor is not many know his true intentions.

It's hard to tell what he wants and that's what makes him an unnerving character.

He acts amiable, charming, good-natured, playful...

But he's a sinner like no other.

He's an Overlord who has killed other Overlords and made deals with many.

He's probably one of the more intimidating characters not only in the show... but to have as a yandere too.

He doesn't see many as his equal.

He's sadistic, a fan of violence, and has an ego.

Alastor tends to hide true emotions and is only around to entertain himself.

The most interesting and scary part of his yandere is how unpredictable he is.

It's unknown why he's attached himself to you.

For one reason or another you've managed to catch his eye.

I would say for better or for worse...

But we all know it's for worse, right?

Alastor wouldn't tell you why he likes you, you can't pick up on it either.

He's just overly friendly with you.

In some way you could consider the radio demon your "friend".

He's capable of friendship, hopefully, considering how he is with Nifty, Rosie, and Mimzy.

Having Alastor on your side, no matter his intentions, is probably better than having him against you.

The demon is oddly attentive to you when he's attached.

You intrigue him and speaking to you is entertaining.

You're entertaining.

In fact, most of the time it just seems like he's around to entertain himself.

Or it looks like he wants something.

Alastor never seems to leave your side, always right behind you, laughing along to a conversation he was never a part of.

He just seems to insert himself into your life, never taking his red eyes off you.

You most likely first met as a member of the hotel.

You work to help Charlie, a task he finds amusing.

Alastor's darling just seems to be treated like a toy at times.

Although, as it progresses, he slowly begins to "care" more.

It's hard to tell what's genuine and what isn't.

Alastor has an intimidating aura around all demons.

Even you feel uneasy when he appears around you, always being charming as he strolls over.

It's like he's always playing a game.

You can never seem to find privacy without the radio demon appearing.

You could be speaking with Charlie, or anyone else really...

Then all of a sudden the radio demon wants to join in on the chatter.

A reason for his friendly and attentive behavior could simply just be because he wants a deal with you.

However... There's also times he just seems... protective?

It's more like he's possessive... Yet they're so similar.

Alastor may rarely let his true feelings slip, but there's times he sheds a bit of light on how he feels.

For example, Alastor loves to listen in on your conversations, as said before.

If Alastor heard someone speak of you negatively or threaten you... You notice his aura change.

It's that or if someone gets too close in general... be it flirtation or even just friendship.

Charlie hugging you or Angel playfully flirting with you for example...

It all seems to irritate Alastor to no end.

Maybe even to the point of the radio demon stepping in, clearing his throat as he tries to keep his temper in check.

Alastor is always watching, always listening.

You may not be his... but he observes you like you are.

He treats you like you are.

The only thing not making you his is a deal.

Which he'll find a way to get eventually.

Perhaps a reason Alastor likes you is because he likes control?

Maybe the radio demon gets a power trip when he chooses who can interact.

While intimidating and downright passive aggressive with others...

Alastor is surprisingly great with you.

He's friendly, always smiling, chatting you up whenever he has the chance.

He acts like a friend... Even if you're unsure if you can call him that.

Alastor may even notice your distrust, always thinking of ways to break down that wall between you.

While he isn't a fan of true emotions, he likes to see yours for some reason.

You may not fully trust him, yet he watches your smiles, frowns, everything.

For some reason you're just so fun to watch.

Alastor likes to dance with you for bonding.

You two are buddies, aren't you?

In that case, join him for a number, will you?

Hell, Alastor seems like the type to playfully tease his obsession.

He'll compliment you, be playful... Just to see your reactions.

He's playing with you.

Alastor is manipulative, often doing anything he can to get you guard down.

He's good at putting on a show, dancing with you and acting all nice.

Although, no matter how much he tries to convince you...

He still isolates you from conversations he dislikes, he watches your every move, he seems to be aggressive to those around you.

It's more like he's territorial than protective.

Alastor can get messy when it comes to his obsession.

We've seen in the show that he can turn many lesser demons into paste.

He's also killed Overlords.

So him being obsessed with you is unnerving, even dangerous.

Mostly because... Why would someone as powerful as him want you under his control?

Sure, he considers you both friends, but what does that mean when it comes to him?

A demon like him only brings violence and trouble.

Even those who know the demon well are stumped as to why he wants you.

Alastor asking you for your soul is expected.

In fact, you may have been waiting for that.

Why else would he be this nice?

Alastor would no doubt pressure his obsession into a soul deal to make them his.

Nothing quite says 'mine' like a chain around your neck.

However, Alastor will try to be patient to play his cards right.

He wants you to believe him.

He tries to promise you care and protection if you make a deal.

He treats you well and is respectful to you.

Yet you can somewhat tell what exactly he wants.

His obsession over you would start as intrigue and a sadistic curiosity.

But who knows, maybe over time the Alastor grows attached to your company.

Alastor doesn't genuinely love or care for many people.

Never has.

However... Perhaps he feels that way with you.

He cares for you in his own way.

He cares for you enough to watch over you, to kill for you, to isolate you... to make you his.

The last thing he needs to do to secure his bond with you is a soul deal.

Something he plans to coerce or force out of you.

Maybe he'd threaten to harm someone you care about if you don't.

Or maybe he'll bribe you.

Eventually, like the 'good friend' he is, he'll get you to sign that contract and give him your soul.

After that? Well, you're completely his to do what he pleases with.

Oh, but he won't force you to do anything else you may not want, darling.

No, this was all just a way to secure you to him.

He's now your companion to the end, isn't he?

He'll hold you, comfort you, treat you better than any other demon here can.

Why would he?

Well, you're his now.

Now no one else can touch what's his.

Which allows the demon to isolate you.

He won't let others speak to you for too long, always lurking around to watch you.

If they do, he'll call you away from them.

Why would you speak to anyone else?

Why would you need anyone else?

Isn't he the best friend you could ever have?

The best companion? The only one you need?

If you don't think so... Maybe he needs to correct how you think?

You don't want that, do you?

Alastor, no matter how much he calls you his friend and companion, is condescending.

He makes it seem like he owns you.

Sure, maybe he does care for you, yet he still isolates you.

He still keeps you all to himself.

There's no point in fighting him... why would you even need to?

He really is all you need... the perfect charming companion... you'll get used to being his, you have to.

[loganwritesprobably]

Dating the Cross Guild would be like..

A series of headcanons

Content/Warnings: Headcanons for solo Mihawk, solo Croc, solo Buggy, and a four way polycule, SFW, GN!Reader (one mention of periods made but using GN language)

Mihawk is a closet romantic

His primary love language is acts of service, but he also enjoys quality time

Cooking is something he enjoys already, but in particular he enjoys cooking for you. If you have any food sensitivities/allergies/struggles - you best believe he's all over that. He'd want to help in any way he could

When he's away for long periods, it's hard, but when he returns he spends the first few hours being very tactile - he's like a cat

Gifts don't come often, but when they do they aren't often expensive, rather they're things he thinks you will find useful. He likes a practical gift

Generally, he'll pick a single pet name and stick to it, something you'd expect from a refined man like him such as darling or love

When it comes to dates, you don't go on them often, but he prefers a quiet night in to going out. He doesn't like other people - just you.

Dates involve a particularly fancy home cooked meal with the expensive ingredients, candles on the dinner table, and often a (non-sexual) massage wherever you need one

He's great with his hands. Swordsman ship requires a certain level of dexterity, and he loves to use that to help however he can, see: massages

Mihawk isn't particularly tactile for the most part, and PDA certainly isn't his thing, but he won't hesitate to claim you as his if it comes into question

When you're at home he's more prone to small touches, like brushing his hand against the small of your back when he passes by or kissing you quickly before getting out of bed in the morning

He's an early riser, but he moves so silently that it almost never wakes you up, but he also remains awake late as he needs very little sleep to function (he's an insomniac). However, he is a fan of a good nap. If you catch him getting ready for one of his little cat naps, he's only too happy to open his arms for you to join him

The one thing you aren't allowed to touch is his garden - that's his baby, and it isn't for you. He's very happy to share the fruits of his labour though

He asked you to move in with him very early in the relationship, which had surprised you considering how traditional he was otherwise. He just wanted to make sure you'd be there when he got home after extended trips away because the only thing better then coming home after a trip, was coming home to you

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Crocodile loves to spoil you first and foremost. It's his way of showing anyone who looks at you just who your partner is

Though his gifts are often blatant displays of wealth that connect you to him, he's careful to ensure they match your style so you enjoy wearing them

His primary love language is, naturally, gift giving but physical touch comes in at a close second

Physical touch isn't something you initially anticipated as a love language from him but in time it came to make sense - he loves to be touching you in any capacity. When you're sitting together working, he likes to sit just close enough that your knees touch; in public he likes to guide you around with a hand on the small of your back or an arm around your waist/shoulders

He's a complete workaholic and often that cuts into the time that you have to spend together, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care

When you do get to spend time together, he ensures that it's spent doing things that you want to do. He's great at remembering things you remembered once in passing that you wanted, and then giving it to you at a later date

He picks a few solid pet names for you, but they're used in different contexts. One for when you're irritating him, one for in public, one for in private when he's feeling soft

He's a cuddler, to your surprise. He often stays up late working but when he does eventually join you, he'll shuffle in close and wrap his arms around you. It's a way for him to de-stress

While he won't completely cut his smoking habit for anyone or anything, he's willing to reduce the number of cigars he smokes if it negatively impacts you (e.g., it gives you headaches, you have asthma, you have quit smoking yourself)

He struggles with telling you how he feels with words. It takes an age for him to tell you he loves you for the first time, but he tries to make sure you can tell how he feels through his actions

Crocodile runs warm, as does the sand he can turn into. If you suffer with periods, Crocodile can and will use his sand to create a little hot sand pillow which works like a hot water bottle, and it stays warmer for far longer.

This can also be used for muscle pain for those who don't have periods

He's quite particular about hygiene, and expects you to maintain a similar level of cleanliness. If it's something you struggle with, he'll drag you along with him to keep you clean. Depression or not, he won't let you smell, even if that means bathing you himself

Buggy is very loud and proud about you being his partner

He's very public about your relationship, and PDA has never been less of an issue. He loves to hold your hand and smother you in kisses no matter who is watching

Physical touch and acts of service are his top love languages, followed closely by words of affirmation

This clown cannot do enough to show you how much he loves you

Buggy is a restless sleeper, which can naturally cause some issues when it comes to sharing a bed. To assist with this, Buggy got himself a sensory sack (similar to his big red onesie outfit for Cross Guild) that contains all his splitting limbs so you can hold him through the night

He's the little spoon 100%

He loves to plan dates with you, even if you aren't really doing anything. All his circus shows are dedicated to you, too, which for him is the height of romance

He worships the very ground you walk on

Buggy often compares himself to others, worrying that he isn't enough for you, but he'd sooner die than let you do the same. There's no world in which he lets you think like that for even a second

Buggy has called you every pet name under the sun, including stupid ones that he knows are silly like sugar waffle or love bee. The sillier the better in his opinion

He tells you about his time with the Roger pirates, which it takes him a hell of a lot to talk about. He wants you to know every piece of him

He has a weird thing for letting you wear his hat. It's not a sex thing, he just really likes seeing you wear it. Similar to the appeal of letting your partner wear any of your clothes, he just has a particular thing about his hat

No matter what you're doing, Buggy loves to distract you. It doesn't matter if it's important or mundane, Buggy is in your space and trying to make you pay attention to him

In that vein, Buggy is incredibly needy. He wants attention from you at all times, and often will do whatever it takes to get it

He likes to stay up late and wake up late, which often means waking up with an armful of clown in the mornings, and half asleep begging for kisses before you get up for the day

Buggy is one hell of a contortionist, even without using his devil fruit, and his knowledge of the body makes him quite the chiropractor too. If you have an ache or a pain Buggy knows what muscle to stretch or joint to pop to make it go away

One of his favourite things to do is to call you his spouse/husband/wife - he loves seeing how you react, and the surprise written on the faces of strangers when you say it. Even the crew have started to call you "the Captain's spouse/husband/wife"

You weren't sure how you'd managed to convince them to agree to share you. It was a frankly mammoth task, but you'd done it

There'd been a lot of tension at the beginning, with neither Mihawk nor Crocodile wanting to run into Buggy when wanting to interact with you

That tension had devolved, more than once, into fights. You'd gotten injured just once before they agreed to a permanent truce

Eventually, the tension turned into the three of them becoming involved in their own relationships

They all still spoil you in their own ways, almost competing in a weird friendly way, and you just bask in the attention

You almost never share one bed. Between your varied sleep schedules, Buggy's wriggliness, and Crocodile's sheer size, you often have at least one person sleeping on their own each night - nobody minds though, because they know if they slept alone one night, they certainly won't the next

At first, they'd bickered about fairness when it came to spending time with you, but over time they'd come to agree that it would simply be proportional. Crocodile, by nature of his work, tended to get less time with you each day and so if ever there was a free day, he got priority for dates. You generally saw Buggy the most day to day, so he learned to concede to your other partners when they wanted your time

After their own relationships developed, more group outings were planned

Your first group date was a picnic on the beach near the bananawani pond, and even though nothing has seemed to go right all day, you thought it was perfect

None of the relationships between you went public, outside some of Buggy's highest ranking crew members and Daz Bones. The guild was already targeted by the marines, announcing your relationships would only make it worse, as you'd have a stronger more united front

Until the wedding that is

You often shared meals together, and eating dinner together became compulsory. It was the one time every day that you could guarantee everyone was taking a break, and spending time together. Breakfast happened some days, others it didn't. Lunch was a lost cause

Inevitably, arguments cropped up often, but you all improved your communication over time and while yelling still happened often, it at least tended to be more productive yelling and it was rarely taken personally. There were just a lot of big personalities trying to engage and it created volume

Requests are open for x reader things! I will write basically ANY kind of reader - male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, trans, disabled, black, white, latino, asian, neurodivergent, etc

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[artemis32]

subjugation vi

i'm on my period and i am dying, so - here's a drabble no one asked for

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subjugation masterlist

Thinking about EraserMic and how they treat you while you're on your period.

If you thought they were overbearing before, you have no idea how little breathing room you'll have now - literally.

Let's follow the order of events.

First, you'll become snippy with them, even more short off than you usually are. Normally, they can ignore your sharp quips and snarled words and move on with the conversation, but really, with the way you're acting, they can't let that kind of behaviour slide.

There's really no other way to describe it - you were being a bitch. A nasty one.

So they punish you in that strange way of theirs, forcing you to keep them company, overwhelming you with their presence, metaphorically force-feeing you their presence.

That does nothing but make it worse, pushing your already irritable mood to the edge.

Except this time, instead of snapping at them and lashing out as you usually would, you're pushed to the more emotional side of things.

Hizashi is horrified when you burst into tears in the middle of the living room, sniffling as you try in vain to mop up your tears with your shirt sleeve.

He'd expected you to become emotional, just not like this. You hardly ever cried, and even when you did, you tried to make sure it wasn't around the two of them.

You probably thought it made you look weak. What a ridiculous notion.

He lays a hesitant palm on your shoulder, patting it awkwardly as he murmurs softly.

"...you okay?"

As your sniffles grow to sobs, he cringes back.

He discusses it with Shota that night while you sleep, having gone to bed early. It was unusual for you to be exhausted this early in the evening, but the two took the opportunity to discuss your recent odd behaviour.

They talk in circles for most of the night, never settling on one reason for your outburst.

A few days later though, all is revealed.

You could try to hide it for a bit, but you won't last all that long. Not with two observant, seasoned pro heroes monitoring your every movement.

Try as you might, you can't hide the pain on your features, or the odd grimace here and there, or the fact that you're using wads of toilet paper as pads.

Unsurprisingly, you hadn't had your period in the months following your abduction. Who would've thought that extreme stress and anxiety would cause your period to be all but non-existent.

That unfortunately meant that the house wasn't very well equipped to handle a woman or her cycle.

Pads or tampons? Zero.

Pain killers? Ziltch.

Heating pads? None.

Chocolate? Nada.

But once they'd realised what was really going on, the situation was quickly remedied.

That's how you found yourself smothered under a pile of blankets, squished between the two pro heroes on the couch, being forced to drink warm tea by the cupful.

In a way, it was almost... nice?

It was warm and comfortable, and the painkillers Shouta had all but shoved down your throat had done wonders for your cramps. And it didn't hurt that they weren't trying to talk to you, or interact with you at all beyond the occasional shift in positioning.

Not to mention, the crushing weight of their bodies on you felt almost soothing.

(Also Shouta had such nice, warm hands - they're large too, comforting as they encompass your lower stomach, gently massaging the cramping, bloated area).

That's how you find yourself dozing off as some or other reality tv show plays on in the background.

****

They'd act like that all week, treating you like some fragile kitten, careful not to make any sudden sounds or movements.

Of course, they go back to usual as soon as your period is over, but for those glorious few days, it's as if they almost don't exist, only ever bothering you to bring you what you want.

It's almost worth the cramps, back aches, tender breasts and awful mood swings.

Almost.

Except, a few months down the line, Hizashi realises he has a thing for period sex, and it definitely doesn't hurt that it's supposed to help with cramps.

You can't blame him, he's just trying to help you.

So what if he gets off in the process?

****

Hizashi is a period sex kinda man and you can't convince me otherwise. Man's is nasty.

I'll definitely expand on this some other time :))

[lady0ctavia]

How They are When Jealous (Allies)

Headcanons for how I think the Hetalia characters would act when they're jealous of someone hitting on their S/O.

America: Out of everyone, Alfred is the least prone to jealousy. Part of this may be because he is just a little bit dense, but it's also largely because of his self-image. I mean, so what if a guy flirts with you, or tells you you're pretty? He has enough self-confidence to believe you wouldn't leave him. Not to mention he has total trust in you. But make no mistake, if a guy is getting too close, too friendly, or making inappropriate comments, that's when the fists come out. I can also see him getting a little jealous if you flirt back with the guy, unintentionally or not. If that were to happen, he'd mope about it.

England: Arthur is passive aggressive as Hell when he's jealous. Now, he trusts you enough to know you wouldn't flirt with anybody else. But even so, he doesn't like feeling as though someone is eyeing his sweetheart. If he finds a man giving you extra attention, he's quick to stand by your side and join the conversation, subtly throwing in a few comments about how you're his, and how he's an absolutely invincible British gentleman (kudos to you if you get the reference). He may even throw some thinly veiled insults the man's way, leaving the other guy wondering what just happened.

France: Francis is a man who believes that love is one of the strongest forces on Earth, and as such, your bond resonates with the same power. But that doesn't stop Francis from getting jealous when someone flirts with you. While he can understand someone stopping by to appreciate your beauty, he gets a little irritated when someone seems to take a liking to you, only intercepting it if you get uncomfortable or signal that you need help. If not, he'll be moping about it once you get home, and you'll have to reassure him that you love him more than anything.

Russia: Despite being such a loving and attentive partner, he can still be a little bit childish and immature. And this often shows up when/if he gets jealous of someone hitting on you. Now this seldom ever happens, as he's fairly clingy and always by your side. But on the off chance a guy finds you alone and hits on you, Ivan would quickly and silently be by your side in an instant. He wouldn't say much initially, only standing just behind you with an intensely threatening aura. And if that doesn't scare the guy off, Ivan will threaten him with a smile on his face, prompting you to have to get him to calm down. He's actually somewhat similar to Lovino, in that's he's afraid you'll leave him. Which is, of course, something he'd have to work on.

China: Seeing as he's basically an old man, Yao is too mature for jealousy. He doesn't think about it, and it seldom ever crosses his mind. If a guy is talking to you, or even flirting, he doesn't think twice about the attention you're giving the guy. Mainly because you know better than to flirt with another man when you already have Yao. I dunno what else to say here. I just cannot see him getting too jealous. He has more important things to worry about.

Canada: Matthieu isn't the jealous type, but he is insecure. So when another guy talks to you and begins flirting, he gets a little unsettled. Wondering if you may like this guy more than him. He'll be as polite and cordial as possible, quietly walking up to you two and asking what the two of you are talking about, maybe even giving you a small kiss on the temple to send the guy a message.

[fatuismooches]

Do you think Alpha ever gets envious of Omega or Prime?

Alpha is basically the tsundere-trope, a bit more deeper than that but it is kinda where he lands with his whole feigned irritability but is harbouring fondness thing. Which is cute! We love him for it - but do you think Alpha looks at the more confident versions of himself and feels a rising sense of resentment?

For him, he tries (and fails) to brush off his lover's affections, insisting that they distract him and he doesn't need those frivolous attachments. He doesn't say them harshly, it's more of a grumble in denial as he doesn't make any true efforts to push his lover off him. It's a formality at this point to make him feel more like 'himself.'

Until he sees Omega or Prime with their collective lover. Do you think he would silently seethe since his versions are open with their affections? Omega and Prime reciprocate it without a trace of shame, at times turning the tables to have their lover become a stammering mess.

Maybe he quietly desires to have that same brazen attitude, maybe he too wishes that he could be just as charismatic.

But everytime he tries, his great intellect draws a blank, and he is forced to grumble another reluctant protest to the affection he is bombarded with.

[Pretty sure Alpha is the Akademiya segment if I remember right... ( ´△｀)? ]

Yes! Even though he doesn't really show it, I do believe Alpha would harbor the most "jealousy" in general out of all the segments - constantly watching his peers be accepted while he's shunned, both physically and idea/research-wise, being denied and expelled from his own homeland, etc. However, he refuses to put a name to this feeling and just grows resentment toward the whole thing. (The older segments, who still long for acceptance, don't react exactly the same due to their much older age and maturity.)

Being but another segment stuck in time, unable to make peace with himself, Alpha can't help himself with how he acts toward you, it's quite literally how he was programmed. It's practically a routine at this point - you throwing so many kisses and hugs and affection at him out of nowhere as he lectures you and fruitlessly attempts to nudge you away. Every excuse in the book coming out - he's busy, you're busy, go bother someone else, let him think in peace for once. Alpha says them all as you continue to cling to him, his eyes getting softer as he continues to grumble, more halfheartedly at this point.

It's not really a secret how affectionate and possessive the oldest two are with you - the best segment and the original - neither of them particularly shies away from it even if others are watching. It's just laughable how he is them and yet he is not at the same time. He shares so many traits with them and yet the differences are as clear as day - the truth of the matter is that he will never be them. A part of the jealousy also stems from the feeling original Zandik had about you leaving him, because well, he was less than the ideal partner for obvious reasons. Alpha is also the first one in Dottore's life to ever feel love... and subsequently the most vulnerable... so ya. He does feel the irritation.

And yet, no matter how much he tells himself he'll say what he truly wants, the opposite comes out of his mouth, for that's the fate he's been dealt.

However, Reader probably knows him well enough to figure out his inner feelings, and they would go to great lengths to make sure he knows they love him just as much. In truth, they do love his personality - although it can be a headache sometimes when they're genuinely trying to be affectionate, it's a part of him they find cute, and they wouldn't change it. They already know how much he loves them, and that's enough.

[not-equippedforthis]

really love characters who have varied panic responses. kirk stating himself that he does not panic outright, externally, not in high-stress dangerous situations, but instead becomes tense and level like a wound string, on-guard: mostly because his role as captain necessitates that he maintain level rationality even when facing potential death as his training as 'the guy who tells you what to do when shit hits the fan' requires, but also because his childhood experiences taught him early that drowning in the desperate haziness of panic won't help you survive. especially as kirk already follows his intuition so deeply. he learned to grasp and contort the feeling. spock is the main person who represses his emotions, of course, but kirk does it to those deep-set, personal ones (this includes how he doesn't reveal anything truly personal about himself willingly 90% of the time, only what others already know/shallow anecdotes) in a much more subtle way that's really interesting to me. certified expert at avoiding the subject as long as he isnt caught out on the lie. professional bluffer.

in terms of past or parents we dont know much!!! hes known as the heart-on-his-sleeve guy!!! like yes he yells, he gets irritated, excited, hes a whirlwind of quick-thinking and plans and intuition, he goes out of his way to connect with his crew and shows it, when he puts on a little act or bluff he puts his heart into it and clearly enjoys the dramatics so much, at times he wears his heart on his sleeve, he laughs openly and is honest to spock about what he means to him, he's very sun-coded to me in a burning, passionate way, always intertwined with the stars and seeking them out, but when it comes to genuine deep-set turmoil? we dont actually know all that much about him??? hes so full of emotion and character (i love fics where spock characterises jim's mind/bond as a whirl of colour and sensations, hes a quick thinker!!! intuitive!! lively!!!) and yet its still so outwardly surface level. tarsus iv gets mentioned like twice? so especially here where kirk gets briefly jumpscared by the creature, because like:

its subtle but his eyes. his eyesss!!!!! kirk commands with his emotions but there's always some sort of level of control to it, or he transforms them into something that spurs on others or uses them to ascertain a goal: seeing unguarded fear/distress in his eyes even if its faint and brief (in this instance) makes me go insane every single time. like!!! its such a small moment!!! he isnt even panicking!!! really, he just got jumpscared!!! its insignificant!!!!!!! but seeing a two-second flash of actual, naked apprehension is just...oughhh,,,,,,,,,

oh god, and dont even get me started on the galileo seven episode where he assumes a tense level-headedness throughout the whole thing, irritated and apprehensive but not panicking, making sure he maintains intelligent rationality, even when he has to leave them behind, but when spock and the crew are confirmed safe and the bridge is occupied the camera pans to him and his eyes look like they're fucking watering and he's so achingly relieved. don't even talk to me. im. fuck.

he shows so so much but at the same time reveals so little.

[jermer10]

Scout and Sniper crushing on the same person? (gn reader pls)

TF2 scout x reader x sniper

gn reader | might write more for this dynamic in a future fic teehee

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout is the first to realize he likes you. One day, he’s just cracking jokes and being his usual cocky self, and the next, he’s actually nervous about what you think of him

His mild mannered flirting becomes more frequent, desperate in some ways, and you notice he’s more flustered than usual around you. He’ll poke and prod you in places he's realized are sensitive or ticklish, make brash flirtatious comments towards you - anything to get that flushed, nervous reaction

Sniper knows he likes you, but takes much longer to come to terms with it. At first, he just respects you from a distance, admiring your skills and how you handle yourself on the field. After a while he finds himself thinking about you, especially when he’s not on the job

Unlike Scout, Sniper isn’t open about his feelings. Instead, he quietly looks out for you during missions, always watching your back and offering subtle advice when needed. It’s his way of showing he cares without drawing attention to it

The rivalry between Scout and Sniper becomes more obvious to the rest of the team. Scout tries to one-up Sniper at every chance, always bragging about how he “saved” you on the battlefield or cracked a joke that made you laugh

Sniper doesn’t engage in Scout’s antics, but he’s definitely annoyed by it. He’ll throw in calm, deadpan comments like, “It’s not a competition, bud.” but everyone knows he's irritated

You notice how they both act around you. Scout’s loud and flirty, while Sniper’s more quiet and protective. It’s flattering, but also a little overwhelming, and even you become exasperated by the constant competitiveness

You decide to sit them both down and clear the air. You explain that you’ve noticed their behavior and while you appreciate the attention, you don’t want their rivalry to ruin the team dynamic

Scout tries to play it off like he wasn’t really being that competitive, but eventually admits he might’ve been pushing it too far. “Okay, maybe I was tryin’ a little hard. But you’re just- you’re awesome, alright?”

Sniper, being more mature about the situation, agrees that he’s been acting like an idiot and apologizes for letting his feelings get in the way of the mission. “You’re right, mate. I should’ve known better.”

Suddenly, they come to an understanding: they’ll share you. You don't get the opportunity to weigh in on the suggestion, they're already shaking hands and walking out the door of your room. What have you gotten yourself into?

[bluemoonscape]

Ivan & Till: When One Character's Inferiority Complex Meets Another's Superiority Complex

Heavily based on this post by @pwippy

To outline what's already been said in this post about Till's apparent tendency to view himself as "superior" to his peers: There's often a mindset that those who lack companionship will adopt to protect themselves from the idea that can come with loneliness that there's something wrong with them. This idea is best summed up as "I'm alone because I'm different. I'm better than them."

Till seems to have adopted this mindset. We know based on the ALNST comics with the Ivan and Till "Cheer up!" scene that Till is lonely. He has no friends. And when Ivan bluntly points this out to Till, Till lashes out hard, hitting Ivan and knocking him to the ground before storming away. Ivan's observation got to him. It did what Ivan is always trying to do; it got a rise out of him.

To protect himself from fear (the fear that he only made it through Urak's experiments by chance, by sheer luck and not because he's better) and rejection (rejection from his peers, from Mizi, even an entire audience) Till has to convince himself in his head that there's a reason for all this. He's better off alone. He doesn't need anyone. Even Mizi, who he adores and admires, is kept at a distance. Till is never once upfront about his feelings. He can't take that sort of rejection, ESPECIALLY not from Mizi. He eliminates the chance of rejection altogether by simply watching her from afar rather than approaching her and really trying to be her friend.

(Look at his cute little face I'm going to cry)

Even a crowd Till acts like he doesn't care about? Like he doesn't care what they think, like he's beyond caring? In Round 2, he didn't even give them a chance to reject him. He made sure they couldn't. He didn't even let his opponent sing.

Ivan, on the other hand, doesn't seem all that concerned about rejection. Unlike Till's fear with Mizi, Ivan is all over Till and isn't deterred when Till reacts to his teasing with irritation. This doesn't mean Ivan isn't hurt by Till's rejections, specifically Till's last-minute decision not to run away with him, but this does mean Ivan is okay with being hurt again, and again, and again as long as he gets to be around Till.

Ivan's complete lack of care about his own mental state is the result of an inferiority complex. Ivan has absolutely no regard for his own wellbeing. He only cares about Till yet doesn't truly believe he's worthy of Till. I always find it interesting (and refreshing) that Ivan isn't jealous of Till's crush for capturing his attention. In fact, Ivan doesn't ever show signs of resenting Mizi at all. He treats her kindly and doesn't fixate on her in an unhealthy, envious way. They're friends despite the object of Ivan's affection being captivated by Mizi. While I love their dynamic and find it nice that Ivan isn't jealous of Mizi, jealousy is a natural human emotion, and Ivan's lack of it really tells me how little he thinks of himself. Why would he be jealous if he doesn't have a chance with Till in the first place? He'll content himself with existing in his orbit, thinking even this little piece of his attention is more than he deserves.

Like Till, Ivan doesn't open himself up to the chance of connection with other children at Anakt Garden, although their reasons seem inherently different. While Till fears rejection, Ivan doesn't seem to even see a point. Till asks himself "What's the point?" in an attempt to convince himself he doesn't need friends, though he doesn't believe it. Ivan asks himself the same question and genuinely doesn't know the answer. No, Ivan is not invincible to being hurt or rejected. Maybe he's past fearing any such thing at a certain point because nobody knows who he really is anyway, not even Ivan himself. How can he be afraid of someone hurting him if they can't touch him? The one time he expresses himself genuinely with Till, he knows that he won't have to deal with the consequences. He won't have to deal with the hurt that comes with being open again.

Having such radically different views of themselves, their relationships with others, and the world around them, it's no wonder Till and Ivan lack communication and understanding. As individuals, they have deeply complex psyches; Till keeps pushing people away, and Ivan keeps letting himself be pushed and then coming back around even though he already knows the result. He just doesn't see worth in anything in his life that isn't Till and this cycle. They both long for connection but don't know how to reach it. For them to come to an understanding, Ivan has to recognize his own worth (something Till uses as a defense mechanism) and Till has to open himself up to hurt (something Ivan does to an unhealthy degree).

They're identically opposite.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What does your skellies think of Ink sans? All skellies except Error.

Undertale Sans - He doesn't know man. The guy just showed up at his door one day, said that he forgot why he was there, and left. Sans got a bit concerned, but his instincts also screamed the guy is trouble and to stay far away from him.

Undertale Papyrus - He saw him and Error fight in the park one day. Being a good person, he tried to intervene to help. Ink opened a portal under his feet and he ended up stuck IN SPACE. For A MONTH. And when Ink showed up, he just looked at him and said he didn't know how it was possible he ended up so far from his universe??? It's rare Papyrus gets angry, but he got angry that day. Not that that weird Sans cared though. But at least it helped to calm him down.

Underswap Sans - They're... friends??? He guesses??? He doesn't know. The guy just showed up one day and acted like Blue was his best friend. Blue kinda accepted it and now that's a thing. Ink randomly shows up in his life and drags him into trouble. At least he's never bored when he's with him.

Underswap Papyrus - All he knows is that this random Sans keeps showing up to drag his brother in troubles and then he's never sure when Blue will come back home. Honey doesn't like him and would appreciate him staying far far away from his bones.

Underfell Sans - Nope. Nope, nope, nope. He doesn't know why, but just seeing Ink's face makes him angry. Also Red knows Error quite well and what he heard about him is enough for him to not want to meet Ink.

Underfell Papyrus - He remembers that little shit. He showed up in his Underground and the Royal Guards chased him for days before realizing he just evaporated in thin air. Asgore screamed at him and Undyne for that, saying they were dumb and useless. Edge just wants to grab him and kill him.

Horrortale Sans - He has a headache. He's already struggling to follow when people are talking, but Ink changes the subject every three seconds and Oak just can't follow him. His presence irritates him. He wants him out of his farm.

Horrortale Papyrus - Same as his brother. He likes peace and silence. None of them exist when Ink is around. LEAVE. He doesn't care if he can do rodeo on his cows, why are you even climbing on the cows?!

Horrorswap Sans - He called him Blue once, Nugget asked him to not do that. Ink did it again so Nugget blasted him.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Ink is overwhelming for poor Pumpkin who struggles to understand what the hell he wants with him. It usually ends with Pumpkin having a panic attack and Chief chasing him out of the farm with bones.

Horrorfell Sans - He's surprisingly ok with Ink hanging around. Mainly because he has that special skill that helps him to completely ignore whatever is happening around him. Ink is just a voice in the background. He lets him talk, not caring about what he's saying lol.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He still remembers that day Asgore humiliated him for not catching him, so now he's placing beartraps on the floor whenever he shows up. Just in case. Obviously, Asgore is dead, but that doesn't mean he's not going to finish his mission. Just for his ego.

Swapfell Sans - He invited him once in his manor for information. He left the room for two minutes. When he came back, Ink filled his baby coffee machine with paint. Since that day, Nox wants him so dead.

Swapfell Papyrus - He thought it would be funny to prank the guy. Until Ink got spooked and sent him in the antivoid and forgot about him completely. Rus stayed there for the day until he accidentally fell on Error, who tried to kill him, but also freed him. Rus is so mad and wants his revenge.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't need to know him to know Ink's place is in the trash where he belongs. He's screaming "feral beast full of bacteria" and doesn't want to get close to this.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - They're close friends. Ink is the only one who congratulates Coffee on his drawings and paintings and they grew closer thanks to art. Ok, maybe Ink is strange and won't stop staring at him without blinking for no reason, but Coffee likes him.

Outertale Sans & Papyrus - All they know is that the guy thinks their universe is a dumpster and keeps spawning random Sanses and Papyruses that they have to rescue because he keeps forgetting about them. Maybe it's best they both stay away from him.

Dancetale Sans & Papyrus - They already got in trouble because apparently Ink created their universe during a dance battle against Error and Error wants them dead only for this reason??? They prefer to stay far away from both of them.

Dancefell Sans - He woke up at 3 a.m. one day and Ink was just there. T-posing in front of his bed. Copper screamed in terror. Copper thinks Ink is his sleep demon or something.

Dancefell Papyrus - He doesn't like Ink but he for sure likes to record him because he's always getting in trouble and that makes views on TikTok. Free content is free content.

Farmtale Sans & Papyrus - Oak and Willow told him to be wary of him. Sam found him once stealing his apples and chased him around the town for three hours until he cornered him and forced him to give back the apples. Never touch Sam's apples. Ben prefers to not cross his road. He sounds like a lot of trouble and he just wants some peace.

Mafiatale Sans & Papyrus - They were asked to follow him once to get pieces of information about him. They never understand what is his logic or what he is doing. Even Creeper had a mental breakdown after he took them to the same restaurant five times in a row only to order a tomato. What is his problem???

Mafiafell Sans & Papyrus - Torpedo respects him so Fang respects him (????). Ink is the only being that was not impressed by Torpedo at their first meeting. Surely this must mean Ink is a being of incredible intelligence and a master spy. Fang thinks his brother is blind at this point but he can't really say it out loud if he wants to stay alive.

Ink - "who's Ink? :D"

Error - He's mad you forbid him to say what he thinks of Ink. He has literally a 40-page document of what he thinks of Ink. That's not fair.

Disbelief Papyrus - He had pity on him at first because he thought it was a Sans that lost his brother. But... Uh... Apparently not? He doesn't know. All that weird Sans do is show up randomly at his place, steal food from his fridge, and disappear. He feels like he got scammed.

Killer Sans - Obviously, they're regular enemies from the time he worked for Nightmare. Killer thinks it's hilarious the universe asked that guy to protect the Multiverse when he's obviously not able to remember what he did ten minutes ago.

Dustale Sans - Dune is as weird as Ink, so they're kinda cancelling each other. They can't communicate together. They tried, but it seems each other words can't reach the other. What is this sorcery?