#ummmm yeah i think that's probably it but the likelihood of there being more is higher than the likelihood of that being it

[mutedtempest]

My dumb ass answered 6-7 but then I really thought about it and ADHD made me forget like ten of them lol

Mostly learned from travel or living in the countries or having close friends from those countries

Russian because I was gonna go study there in 2017 until they wouldn't let me receive student loans because of the foreign agents law lol

Please reblog, I'm curious

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Ummmm parental Remile with Deceit as their kid? With Dee getting in trouble at school?

Hey guys remember when I asked for parental remile prompts? hahaha yeah that was a while ago. anyways please ignore my complete lack of punctuality and enjoy some bois

Ao3(Warnings: mentions/talk of violence, mild injuries, use of the word f*g once)

    “Do you think he stole a pencil?”

    “I doubt they would have called us in over a stolen pencil, Em.”

    “I know but- what could he have done? He’s a relatively harmless kid…”

    “Every parent thinks that about their kid.” Remy responded, though he didn’t sound too sure himself. “They probably falsely accused him of cheating or something.”

    Emile sighed and hugged himself as he entered the school, Remy letting the door fall shut behind them. “I wish they could have just told us over the phone. That secretary is very tight-lipped.”

    “You can say that again.” Remy agreed, the husbands falling silent as they followed the various signs to the principal’s office. A few students passed by them, barely sparing them a glance as they hustled to either get home or to practice.

    At the office, they were greeted by a middle-aged woman who looked like she’d rather be anywhere that wasn’t behind her desk. “Can I help you?”

    “We’re Darius’s parents.” Emile told her. “We got a call that the principal wanted to see us, some matter regarding him…?”

    The secretary frowned a little as she quickly typed something into her computer, eventually jerking a finger over her shoulder towards a door behind her. “Get in there.” She ordered, as if she were talking to disobedient students. Remy and Emile did as she said, more worried about their son than a grumpy secretary.

    The door lead to the principal’s office, Mr. Edison sitting behind his desk, rubbing his temple like he had a bad headache. Of the three chairs in front of his desk, one was occupied by Darius, who was awkwardly hunched over on himself.

    Emile went to Darius first while Remy stood behind one of the chairs, not bothering to greet Mr. Edison.

    “Hey, Dari, how are yo-” Emile cut himself off when Darius looked up at him, uncurling enough to reveal his hunched form came from him pressing a bag of ice against the left side of his face, and that both his hands were loosely covered in gauze and bandages.

    Noticing Emile’s staggered stop, Remy shifted so he could see around him to see Darius. The moment he did, he turned angrily back towards Mr. Edison. “What the Hell happened?!”

    “That’s what I called you here to discuss.” He answered, sounding tired. “If you could please take a seat, we can get started.”

    Remy continued to glare while Emile gently shuffled Darius into the middle chair, both dads taking a seat on each side of him. Once they were all settled, Mr. Edison leaned forward, planting his elbows on his desk so he could clasp his hands together and lean them forward. “Darius got into a fight.”

    “No shiz, Sherlock.” Remy snapped, Emile reaching a hand over Darius’s shoulders to pat his husband’s. The principal’s frown just deepended a little.

    “Why was he in a fight?” Emile asked, more collectedly.

    Mr. Edison shrugged. “By the time teachers arrived at the scene, both boys were injured. Darius was halfway through throwing another punch when they were broken up.”

    “There’s got to be a reason.” Emile pressed. “Darius wouldn’t just hit a kid for no reason.”

    “From what the teachers know-”

    “He called him a fag.”

    All the adults turned to look at Darius, who was still watching the floor with an expression that was both frustrated and tired.

    “What did you say?” Remy asked, softly. Darius shifted his hold on the ice pack.

    “The kid I hit.” He said. “He was calling Roman a fag for wearing a skirt.”

    Silenced stretched for a moment, Remy and Emile looking between each other and Darius while he remained looking down. Eventually, Emile spoke up.

    “Where is the other kid now?” He asked, trying to keep his voice controlled, though it was clear from his strained tone that he was struggling to do so.

    “His parents already came by and picked him up.” Mr. Edison answered, consulting one of the papers on his desk. “He’ll be suspended from school for one day, as is our policy regarding school fights. For both participating in and initiating the fight, Darius will be suspended for two days-”

    “You’re suspending Darius?” Emile said at the same time as Remy’s,

    “Darius is going to be suspended longer?”

    Mr. Edison only barely flinched at the sudden, and rather loud, questions. “It’s school policy.” He said simply. “All participants in fights are suspended for a day. The student or students who started the fight are suspended for one extra day.”

    “Yes, but this isn’t exactly an average play yard fight.” Remy said with a frown. “You heard what Darius said. He was just defending this Roman kid. If anyone should have to be suspended longer, it should be the little bi-” Remy bit on his tongue, backtracking before he finished with, “it should be the other kid.”

    “Be that as it may, rules are rules-”

    “Rules my foot.”

    “-and Darius shouldn’t have resorted to violence, especially without attempting to deescalate the situation in other ways first.” Mr. Edison explained, ignoring Remy’s interjection.

    “I’m certain that Darius didn’t resort to violence immediately.” Emile said confidently before he turned towards Darius. “Dari, did you hit the other student without any warning?”

    “Of course not.” Darius defended, voice quiet but still firm. “I told him to shut up first. And then twice, and thrice, and when he didn’t I did it for him.”

    Remy nodded his head. “See? He tried to be reasonable. And when that failed, he took care of the immediate issue. I see no reason to punish him more than the kid who caused the issue.”

    Mr. Edison shook his head. “Reasons notwithstanding, he still initiated the fight unprovoked, and policy states that-”

    “Unprovoked?” Emile repeated, interrupting the principal. “The student was using an extremely crude word to insult another one. That’s verbal abuse, Mr. Edison, and it can be extremely mentally and emotionally damaging, especially to adolescents. Stopping that flow of abuse and stopping the use of a frankly repulsive word, albeit using a means I can’t condone, shouldn’t result in a worse punishment than the one using the word receives.”

    Mr. Edison didn’t respond to that immediately, instead glancing between Emile and Remy. Finally, after a minute, he sighed. “In light of the full understanding of the situation that provoked Darius to punch the other student, I can lengthen the other’s suspension to two days.” He said placatingly. “But I still must reside by policy and suspend Darius for two days as well.”

    “Fine.” Remy said, annoyed. “It’s not fair, but at least it’s not as asinine as punishing him more.”

    “Unless you have anything more you need from us, I think we’ll be going now.” Emile said quickly, before Remy could continue.

    Mr. Edison just nodded towards the door as he moved back to looking over his papers. The three of them got up, Emile placing a hand on Darius’s shoulder to gently guide him as they left.

    None of them spoke again until they were out of the school building, heading into the parking lot. Darius cleared his throat, awkwardly wringing his fingers as well as he could given they were wrapped up in bandages.

    “Sorry I punched that kid.” He mumbled, looking at the ground as he spoke. “I know it wasn’t a good choice, I just… I had to do something.”

    “Aw, don’t sweat it.” Remy said lightly, patting Darius’s shoulder. “I would’ve done the same thing, after all.”

    “This is why your father is not a respectable role model.” Emile chided lightly, though he smiled when Remy flashed him a mischievous grin.

    “What can I say, babes, it’s clearly just in his blood!”

    “Hush, before you get yourself suspended.” Emile said teasingly before he turned his attention back to Darius. “And it’s alright, Dari. While I can’t condone violence, I think in these circumstances I can be persuaded to… overlook it. Just this once, of course.”

    “So… I’m not in trouble?” Darius asked, slowly, glancing between his parents.

    “I mean, you already have to deal with that bullsh-”

    “Dear.”

    “-bullstupid, clearly, I was just going to say bullstupid,” Remy saved easily, grinning when Emile playfully rolled his eyes, “that bullstupid suspension. Really, you’ve already been punished enough, in my opinion.”

    “I agree.” Emile added.

    “Plus, you’re going to be stuck at home alone with me, which is really just added punishment.” Remy said. He paused for a moment, as if in thought, before he went on, “Though the likelihood of me doing something stupid and amusing does increase when young, impressionable minds are around…”

    Emile shook his head. “You’re going to burn the house down.”

    “Probably.” Remy conceded as they reached the car. “But at least I’ll be teaching our son important life lessons while I’m at it!”

    “Such as?”

    “How to properly light matches, how to take the batteries out of fire alarms so firefighters don’t show up to spoil your fun, how to get out of a burning building at the absolute last minute- y’know, the cornerstones of father-son bonding activities.” Remy listed off as they got into the car, Darius slipping into the back as Emile and Remy took the driver and passenger seats, respectively.

    “Well, once we get home, I’ll be showing Darius the funnest activity of them all: how to call into work and take the next two days off because your husband simply cannot be left unattended with a child.” Emile said.

    “So I’m going to be stuck with both of you?” Darius asked, sounding disgusted by the idea even though both his dads knew he didn’t mind it at all.

    Remy turned to face Darius as Emile started the engine. “Don’t think of it like that! You’re not ‘stuck’ with us- you’re enjoying a nice two-day break from school and work with us!”

    “More accurately, you’ll be a bystander to the chaos of your father being stuck with me, the only responsible member of this household.” Emile corrected. “Though there is hope for you yet, Darius.”

    “I’m offended that there’s no hope for me.”

    “There hasn’t been hope for you in years, honey, it’s nothing personal.”

    Remy crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, clearly pouting. “If there’s no hope for me, why did you marry me?”

    Emile risked a glance over at Remy, smiling over at his childish husband. “Because you’re too cute. All it takes is one glance at you and suddenly I’ve forgotten the fact that you’re horribly irresponsible and will likely be the accidental cause behind your own death.”

    “Damn gay I will be.” Remy said confidently. “And thank you. I am very cute.”

    “The cutest.”

    “No, that title’s yours.”

    “I thought we just agreed you’re the cute one.”

    “There can be more than one cute on in a relationship-”

    “Guys, if you’re gonna be mushy the whole way home, I think I’d rather walk.” Deceit interrupted them, sticking out his tongue just a bit. “Or get in another fist fight or something.”

    Emile giggled. “Sorry about that, Dari.”

    “And speaking of fist fights- Darius, this was your first proper brawl, yeah?” Remy asked, looking back at Darius. When Darius nodded, Remy went on, “Well, I’d consider that to be a pretty important milestone in one’s teenage years! We must celebrate! How does ice cream sound?”

    “Ice cream sounds good to me.” Darius said enthusiastically.

    “That’s one yes!” Remy said. “And you, darling dearest light-of-my-life?”

    “You just want to try out their new espresso flavor.”

    “Maaaaybe.” Remy admitted. “But have you considered this?” He leaned over the console, planting a kiss on Emile’s cheek. Emile’s face immediately flushed.

    “That is cheating and you know it.”

    “Maaaaybe.” Remy repeated, still in Emile’s space, now simply resting his head on Emile’s shoulder. “Is it working?”

    Emile didn’t respond for a moment, trying to keep his attention on the road even as his eyes kept flicking back to his husband against his side. Finally, he sighed and gave in, saying, “Alright, we’ll go get ice cream. But only if you stop being more distracting than usual!”

    “Whatever you say, doll.” Remy responded, quickly scooting fully back into his seat. “As long as it gets me that sweet, sweet frozen coffee, I’ll do it!”

    “This is going to end horribly, isn’t it?” Darius asked, once more gaining Remy’s attention.

    “Probably.” Remy admitted. “But, hey! You’re getting ice cream after beating a kid up! I’d say you’re pretty lucky, so it probably won’t end horribly for you! Just me and your dad, who insists on sticking by my side through everything for some reason.”

    “I’m obligated to by love.”

    “What’s love got going for it?”

    “Our marriage, for one thing.”

    “Impossible. Our marriage transcends mortal conventions.”

    Darius leaned back in his seat and turned his attention to the window, watching the scenery rush by as his dads fell into a loop of compliments poorly disguised as some sort of discussion. He really wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen after he threw that first punch… but as it stands?

    He doesn’t regret it one bit.

[cinnamonbun-dai]

respectful alpha (2)

(hitoshi shinso) (omegaverse)

(*≧∀≦*) fluff (*≧∀≦*)

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part 1

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You managed to get about 2 hours of sleep before you felt an arm around you and him mumbling in his sleep. “You’re such a pretty and strong omega.” “If only I had known sooner that you’re an omega I would of courted you like I’ve wanted to since the beginning.” You also heard him purring, making you purr back at him. You felt him squeeze you tighter, making you chirp. You felt him stir in his sleeping, rubbing his forehead against your back.  “Oh my god I am so sorry I promised myself I wouldn’t do that!” he woke up, startling you. “No it’s okay don’t worry.” you reassure. You felt more relaxed, maybe it was time that you presented to someone as an omega, the suppressants always made you on edge. There was another awkward silence. “Is it true that you want to court me?” you giggled watching all the colour in his face disappear. “EH NO I MEAN YES I MEAN I’M SORRY I’LL JUST GO BACK TO MY APARTMENT!” “Toshi no stay...��� you pouted, grabbing the sleeve of his t-shirt. In his mind, Shinso was flipping out, his dream omega was asking him to stay and sleep in their bed even after he made a fool out of himself. “I-I would like to court you too.” you admit, looking away from him. You felt your omega swell with joy, finally maybe having an alpha after so many years of denial. “Why did you try and present as a beta for so long? How long have you taken suppressants? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he questioned, curious. “Because people look down on omegas, well especially when I was little and all my goals weren’t seen fit for an omega. Plus since my family is known for having omegas with strong scents, I didn’t want any attention for it. I’ve been on suppressants since I started presenting and I didn’t know how you would react. I was scared that you would treat me like an inferior if you knew...” you explain. “(Y/N) I would never treat you like an inferior, no matter what your second sex is I’d treat you the same. Plus more and more rules are being put in place so that omegas are equal to alphas. Have you thought about going off suppressants, new research has shown that it increases the likelihood of omegas developing physical and mental illnesses.” “Yeah I guess, it’s just that I’m also scared of the attention it may bring.” “I could scent you so people would just think that you’re an alpha or something. I don’t want you becoming ill...” you watch him drop his eyes at the thought of something happening to you. Your omega begged for you to do something to comfort him, making you whine. ‘Oh fuck it’ you thought before going in to kiss him after quickly taking his mask off, surprising him. You pass you hand through his hair, giving an experimental tug on it. “What was that Omega?” so this is why so many of your omega friends liked being called omega by their crushes or lovers.  “I-ummm...” you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks and a feeling in your lower stomach you had never felt before. You saw him sniff the air before letting go of you. “Shit I think I accidentally sent you into heat I’m so sorry.” he got up, ready to leave you in peace. “Please don’t leave. I don’t know what to do please. Please take care of me Alpha, I’m scared.” you whined, scared. He gulped, half of him wanted to stay, hating the idea of another alpha getting you but the other half wanted to respect you fully, wanting to wait for the right moment. He looked at your begging eyes and sighed. “Okay but only because I don’t want another alpha hurting you and I will not touch you.” he thanked himself for taking rut blocker and the mask. “W-what do I do?” you asked, he tried to remember his high school biology classes. “You should probably try and make a nest. It’ll go get the blankets and cushion from earlier.” he let himself follow instinct. He watched you take the cushion and blankets and organise them on your bed. 

The next 5 days were hard, you had moved your nest to the bathroom so that Shinos wasn’t stuck in there when you had to take care of what he called ‘personal issues’ and he scented certain things in the apartment so you were safe if he had to leave. He even asked Jirou if she had advice to give you and ended up with a box full of stuff he was advised not to look into and just give to you. He made sure to keep his hands to himself, locking you in the bathroom when ever you tried to get him into your nest.

“I am never forgetting the take my heat suppressants again that was awful.” you say, walking into the kitchen for the first time in a couple of days. You let out a purr when you were hit by Shinso’s scent. You put the box Jirou gave you under bed, pushing it against the wall in hopes that no one will ever find it. “What’s in the box?” he let his curiosity get the best of him.  “Ju-just ummmm... stuff that helped me?” you hoped he would get the idea. You couldn’t help but giggle when you saw his eyes widen and his cheek become red. “You feeling alright?” he asked, changing the subject, casually sitting on your bed.  “Yeah. I’m really sorry you had to take care of me. You didn’t have to stay.” you patted his head. He smiled that you were back to normal, he always liked that you didn’t have a stereotypical omega personality and he missed it during your heat.  “I-I didn’t want to leave you alone in case another alpha tried to claim you...” he rubbed the back of his neck. He felt you kiss the top of his head, looking up at you.  “Thank you so much, you really are a very respectful Alpha. I’ll make it up to you somehow.” he slightly pouted when you moved away from him to undo your nest. 

Shinso gripped the blanket, taking in a deep breath.  “Would you like to go on a date?” he asked, scratching the side of his nape nervously.   “I’d love that!” you beamed, rushing to him to hug him. He was hit with a mix of your heat scent from the pillow you were holding and your scent that screamed happy.  “(Y/N) you forgot to put your pillow down and it still has your in-heat scent on it.” he muttered.  “Oh sorry. Do you want it?” you stood back up, presenting the pillow to him. “N-no!” he stood up, you watched him go over to the kitchen before throwing something at you. “I have to go to the pharmacy to pick up suppressants and I need some fresh air.” you went to go put your jacket when felt his hand on your wrist making you chirp. “Wait... take my hoodie, like that no other alpha can bother you.” he took his hoodie of gave it to you. “Thank you Alpha.” he let out the loudest purr you ever heard when you put on the hoodie.  “See you later Alpha.” you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. “See you Omega.” he stepped out of the apartment to return to his own place.

Bonus: 

Shinso walked into the living room, noticing Kaminari laid over the sofa while watching some rubbish day time TV.  “You know I could hear you purring when you were outside. Because of you I need to give Jirou 1000yen.” he heard him complain.  “Wait what?”  “We’ve been betting for weeks now when the two of you would end up together, but we only put money on it once we found out (Y/N) was an omega.” he explained. “I’ll make a bet with you that I’m gonna make sure that your mattress goes missing for a week if you make another bet like that.” he threatened before going back to his room for a proper and uninterrupted sleep.