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Hotch told you once that he was tempted to put an automatic lock on the office doors, so that he can lock them when he sees you coming during your working hours.Â
He has yet to follow through. You slip in through the doors and take a deep breath. It smells like coffee, printer paper, all the same stuff as your own office, but your office doesnât have Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, or Spencer Reid.Â
âNeither does this one, apparently,â you mumble to yourself, casting your gaze around the room to no avail. The boys arenât here.Â
Emilyâs sitting at her desk. Sheâs new, youâre jealous of her job, but sheâs gorgeous. You wonât mind sitting at Spencerâs desk until they get back. âHello,â you drawl, setting down in Spencerâs chair comfortably.Â
Emilyâs mildly startled. âHey?â
Spencerâs desk is an explosion. You debate cleaning up for him. What if you put something in the wrong place? Itâll be more annoying than helpful. âHow are things?â you ask, pushing Spencerâs chair back, and kicking a leg over your knee, high heel bobbing.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You smile at her. Flirting, just a little, but your concern is real. âHow are things going, Prentiss? With you?âÂ
âTheyâre good. Yeah. I just moved into my new place.âÂ
Bless her for not knowing what to do with you. She doesnât have practice like the rest. âA new place? Where to?âÂ
She relaxes while you talk. Her apartment overlooking Kingman, her catâs annoyance at the new smells and the long case time away. âSpencer says that cats arenât capable of holding grudges, but Sergei can.âÂ
âHeâs cute, isnât he? He knows a fun fact for everything.âÂ
Emily sits up. You can see the excitement of a secret in her dark eyes. âHeâs adorable. His little crush on JJ is so sweet, Iâve tried to give him some advice but heâs totally stuck on her.â You falter. And Emily, profiler in training, she catches it. Her lips part, startled. âYouâre notââ
âI had no idea Spencer had a little crush,â you breathe, sitting up with a smile. âFor how long? What about JJ, is she interested in him?â You hug your hands together. âYou know, I think theyâd make a cute couple.â
âWell, I heard they went to a football game together, but I donât know when. Before I got here, at least.âÂ
What? âThatâs fun.â
âI donât think itâs serious.â
You tip your head back and the heavens have opened, Derek Morganâs making his way toward you with a grin and a hand reaching for you. âSweetheart, where have you been?â he asks. âItâs been weeks, I was starting to miss you.âÂ
You texted him a few days ago about a property nearby for rent, and you had coffee the day after to hear his advice on the area, so heâs just making stuff up. âHi, Derek.âÂ
You get up and let him hug you. You deserve it. Youâre beautiful and fun and smart, and you deserve a handsome man rubbing your arm and telling you he missed you. âHow much?â you ask warmly.Â
âLike a hole in the head.âÂ
Hotch is behind him. And there, the surprise item of the afternoon, Spencer Cheating Reid.Â
âHi, Hotch,â you say.Â
âI heard something about you Iâd rather not repeat,â he says.Â
âHotch, the details were wildly exaggerated, and I was less at fault than you might think.â
âI thought it was entirely your fault.â He shakes his head. âYouâre shooting yourself in the foot, doing things like that.âÂ
âWhy, what did you do?â Spencer asks.Â
You falter again. Everyone sees your insecurity: Hotchâs brow furrows deeper than it had been, Morgan pauses, and Spencer, to your panic, holds your eye as the emotion passes. âItâs not worth talking about,â you say, shrugging.Â
âTry not to do it again,â Hotch says. âMorgan, with me.âÂ
âUh, Hotch?â Emily speaks up.Â
âYou too, Prentiss.âÂ
He leads a procession up to his office. Morgan throws you a look like he wants to talk to you, but youâve plastered unaffectedness over the wound again. Why does the idea of JJ and Spencer going on a date upset you? Heâs a sweet guy, sheâs a nice girl. Is it because you didnât know?Â
âYou really havenât been here in weeks,â Spencer says.Â
âMissed me?âÂ
He holds the strap of his bag. âYeah, I did.âÂ
What use does he have missing you? âI heard something interesting about you, Spencer.âÂ
âYou did?â
He looks shy, pale, and worried. You forget sometimes how heâs not just your favourite dork, heâs a friend. And he doesnât seem to have very many of them.Â
Oh, you think, jealousy, you heartless monster.Â
âThe rumour mill says you arenât sleeping enough,â you say gently.Â
âI sleep fine.â
You put one kitten heel in front of the other and stay, squinting at him with a teasing suspicion. âThatâs not what my informants have been telling me. You look tired, honey. You arenât sleeping, or Hotch wonât let you?âÂ
âBoth.âÂ
He does that playful smiley thing that makes you wanna scrunch his hair in your hands, like he knows heâs made a good joke.Â
âYour case in Cincinnati sounded tough.âÂ
âWait,â he says.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âAre you okay?âÂ
âUsually. Why?âÂ
âAre you okay right now?âÂ
âIâm fine.â You purse your lips. âWhy wouldnât I be?âÂ
âJustâ youâ I donât know, you didnât seem like yourself. I didnât mean to upset you, asking about that stuff. Itâs none of my business, sorry.âÂ
âHow are you feeling about physical touch today?â you ask.Â
He seems to regard you with distrust, for a few seconds, like heâs worried youâre messing with him. âIâm okay with it,â he says eventually.Â
You step into his space and touch his cheek gently, fingertip tapping into a beauty mark you often remember only when heâs in your reach. âYou didnât say anything wrong. Iâm sorry I made you think that.â You drop your hand. âJust having a weird day.âÂ
âMe too.âÂ
Spencer puts his bag under his desk and mentions a video he found on profiling you might like by one of the old Unit Chiefâs, SSA David Rossi. You steal Derekâs chair and sit knee to knee with him to watch it, Spencerâs cheeks turning dark with blush in the screenâs reflection.Â
Can JJ make him blush like that?Â
â
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"That said, both Styles and his therapist have questioned why he cares quite so much about being likeable. This is one of the things he thought about a lot in his big pandemic reflection. In part, it's a choice, he explained. He recalled moving to London after The X Factor and hearing tales of petulant celebrities screaming because someone got their coffee order wrong and deciding to never be that guy, to never give someone a petty reason to bad-mouth him. But more recently he's come to worry that the drive for approval came from a more complex place, a place of caution, fear, control." "Styles said he often spent interviews terrified about saying the wrong thing until he stopped to question what abhorrent belief or bizarre opinion he was scared he'd accidentally reveal and realized he couldn't think of anything."
"And he thought about the cleanliness clauses in the contracts he used to sign, which would dictate that they would be null and void if he did anything supposedly unsavoury, and about how terrified that used to make him. And about when he signed his solo contract and learned that the ability to make music would not be affected by personal transgressions, he burst into tears, a reaction he still seemed shocked by, retelling it to me now, years later. "I felt free," he explained."
"When Styles began therapy about five years ago [so in 2017], he was reluctant initially, feeling it was a music industry clichĂŠ. "I thought it meant that you were broken," he said. "I wanted to be the one who could say I didn't need it." He returned to the home theme that has underpinned our conversation, explaining that therapy has allowed him to "open up rooms in himself" that he didn't know existed, allowed him to feel things more honestly, where before he had tended to"emotionally coast.""
"Recently Styles began to work through issues related to intimacy, dating, love. "For a long time, it felt like the only thing that was mine was my sex life. I felt so ashamed about it, ashamed at the idea of people even knowing that I was having sex, let alone who with," he said."
"You look back, especially now there's all the documentaries, like the Britney documentary, and you watch how people were abused in that way, by that system, especially women. You recall articles from not even five years ago, and you're like, I can't even believe that was written."
He has been thinking a lot recently about autonomy, ownership, privacy. About what he should be able to keep to himself, what he should be able to simply communicate through his music without follow-up questions or prying. Around the time of Fine Line, he faced scrutiny around his sexuality. People became incredulous that he wore dresses, waved Pride flags, and yet hadn't clarified with precision, publicly to a journalist or on social media, the specifics of who he'd slept with, how he defined. This expectation is, to him, bizarre, "outdated." "I've been really open with it with my friends, but that's my personal experience; it's mine," he said.
Despite the acceptance that some things could, should, have been different, he still feels lucky every day, he said, lucky to make music, lucky to do what he loves.
"You can't win music. It's not like Formula One," he said. "I was like, in my lifetime, there will be 10 more people who burst onto the scene in that way, and I'm only going to get further away from being the young thing. So, get comfortable with finding something else that makes you happy. I just found that so liberating."
"I just want to make stuff that is right, that is fun, in terms of the process, that I can be proud of for a long time, that my friends can be proud of, that my family can be proud of, that my kids will be proud of one day," he said.
ââIn lockdown, I started processing a lot of stuff that happened when I was in the band,â he said. He thought about the way he was encouraged to give so much of himself away, âto get people to engage with you, to like you.â He thought about the fact that no baby photos exist of him that arenât on the internet (you give a bunch to an X Factor producer doing a piece on your backstory without much thought, and suddenly your childhood is online). He thought about the journalists asking questions, when he was still a teenager, about how many people heâd slept with and how, rather than telling them to go away, he would worry about how he could be coy without them leaving the room annoyed. âWhy do I feel like Iâm the one who has done something wrong?â he said to me.â
â Harry for Better Homes and Gardens Magazine
#what a lovely article :')#vulnerability on HARRY's terms#it's good that he got into therapy and started processing - therapy is an amazing tool#he's come so far i'm so so happy for him đĽš#also the âmy kidsâ mention made my heart glow#you'll be such a cool dad Harry#(you and Lou together đĽšđđ)#Harry wants a baby#that 'the drive for approval came from a more complex place - a place of caution and fear and control' - no surprises here...#in this house WE HATE MODEST!#in this house we HATE SYCO#him sharing that he burst into tears because he 'finally felt free' when he signed his solo contract... fuck that is so TELLING#music industry#Better Homes and Gardens#interview#article#Harry#therapy#rainbows#sexuality#2022
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CHAPTER 3 | ALL OUT OF LUCK
w.c. 4.0k (i know)
tags. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), much cussing, some adult themes (again, no smut y'all), bkg and reader go through one stage of grief: bargaining, the plot thickens!
a/n. wrote all this in one dayâi couldn't put the doc down until i finished it. this chapter is jam-packed and has lots going on, but we're only at the beginning. i hope you have as much fun reading it as i did writing it!
links. masterlist, ao3 (coming soon)
ââŚThough I trust youâll understand if we set someââ he pauses, and youâre 99% sure itâs for dramatic effect, ââprecautionary measures in place?â
âWaddya have in mind?â asks Bakugou, his rough tone laced with unmistakable skepticism.
âWell, for startersâŚâ
Their leader glances back at the bionic woman. âSayaka, are they ready?â
Sayaka nods. âReady for installation, Masaki-san.â
You scramble to take a mental note of their namesâas well as try to ignore the fact that the robotic girl sounds like a robot, tooâas you watch Masaki gesture to the escort from earlier whoâs standing at the sides and in the shadows.
He emerges into the dim lights with a wide stride, but to your surprise, another leg steps forward right beside him. Your eyes trail up until they land on the other person, widening in confusion because they look just like a carbon copy of the intimidating escortâtall, ginger head, pale skinâonly itâs a girl.
Thereâs no mistaking it.
Theyâre twins.
Twin bodyguards. In a quirk supremacist group.
You fight the urge to let out a dry laugh.
But apparently, neither of the two finds the situation funny, because theyâre nothing but serious as they approach Masaki and bow politely, before heading to Sayaka and taking what looks like tinyâŚmetal pieces?
You donât get the opportunity to wonder about what those were, though, because, in the blink of an eye, the twins are already stalking straight toward you and Bakugou, glaring daggers.
âThose are bugs,â Masaki explains just as the twins arrive right in front of you, with the guy from earlier towering over Bakugou and the female staring you down a few inches away from your face, decidedly a little too close for comfort. You barely manage to stop yourself from gulping and looking away.
âTheyâll be tracking your speech and movements 24/7. And donât worry, theyâre waterproof.â
You sense Bakugouâs about to spit some smart-ass comment, judging by the way he puffs up like he tends to do when heâs about to drop a curse-riddled quip, but he doesnât get the chance to deliver the blow because the twins are on you in an instant.
You accidentally let out a yelp as the woman grabs the hem of your tank top so roughly you think itâs gonna tear, before she stuffs her right hand up. Mortified, you struggle against her hold, but her left has a death grip on you.
âRelax,â she seethes, obviously very much already done with you. âIâm just installing it.â
At her words, you manually will yourself to calm down, and it quickly dawns on you that sheâs not touching you violently or inappropriately. You tamp down a shiver as her cold fingers come into contact with the center of your chest, right at the dip of your bra and between your breasts, feeling the surface before sticking something that you promptly identify as the tracker.
And as she retracts her hand and steps away from you, right at the same time as her twin like theyâre wired for synchrony, you reflect on how itâs so light that you barely feel an added weight to your body. Itâs circular, too, and you debate for a second whether or not to peer down at your chest to see what it really looks like, before ultimately deciding against it.
You can do that later, in the privacy of the (hopefully not downstairs) bathroom.
If such a concept even exists.
âThanks, you two,â comes Masakiâs gentle voice, before shifting to regard you and Bakugou. âYou can get to know your designated guards later on, but for now, letâs continue.â
As if on cue, the twins take a further step back before eventually returning to their dark corner.
âWhat we just affixed on your chests are special devices, again, designed to monitor any sound you make as well as your specific locations. Theyâre not your ordinarily engineered trackersâtheyâre Sayakaâs thanks to her quirkâwhich also allows her to directly receive the feedback and project it for others to see and hear.â
Ah.
You donât know how that works exactly, but you bet the expensive ass perfume that you got for your birthday last yearâthe very one you wear for special occasions like nowâthat itâs got something to do with her robotic parts.
âDoes everyone in your group get one, too?â questions Bakugou, whoâs now looking a bit miffed. Youâre sure he didnât enjoy getting felt up by a stranger who he just called someoneâs little lackey.
âOnly the new members,â Sayaka answers succinctly, her voice sounding like itâs filtered with autotune.
But especially you two, you finish for her in your head. And really, you canât blame them. Taking in a pro-hero, let alone Japanâs #2, is a huge gamble, and Bakugou quite literally can make or break their whole plan to attack. This level of precaution is not at all uncalled for. Youâd even go so far as to say itâs not enough.
Bakugou must be thinking the same thing, too, because he doesnât offer a follow-up question.
Masaki takes your silence as a sign for him to go on.
âOf course, thatâs only the first layer of protection.â
Shit.
You hope you didnât just think that into existence.
The plain-looking leader puts on that prudent smile of his, before turning to look at the old man. âKouki-san here has a very handy quirk. Teleportation,â he glances at Bakugou, âA sought-after power in the hero world, isnât it?â
Bakugou shrugs, although youâre guessing the answer is yes and that heâs just too stubborn to admit it.
Figures.
âWell, heâs gone and mastered his quirk, and has since been indispensable to our organization. Essentiallyââ Masaki huffs, like heâs preparing for the bomb heâs about to drop, ââthe very moment you even hint at betraying us, weâre gone,â he snaps his fingers, âJust like that. And you wonât be able to trace us.â
âReally?â drawls Bakugou. âYouâll abandon this cushy, not at all seedy ass headquarters of yours?â
âThis is only one of many, Dynamight,â Masaki responds, seemingly unbothered by Bakugouâs taunt. âAnd this is actually not our headquarters.â
He picks up his glass of alcohol and lightly twirls it around in his hand. âI also trust that youâre aware of what a distinguished group such as ours entails? Naturally, we need to have somewhere safe where we can conduct all our activities under the radar.â
âAs you can imagine, itâs not just us five. We have many, many members who share the same principles, and this club canât possibly be large enough to host all of us.â
âWhere are you going with this?â Bakugou demands.
âWhat Iâm saying is that we have a separate place as our headquarters, a place much bigger than this. Andââ he cocks his head toward Kouki, ââwe get there via teleportation.â
âObviously,â sneers Bakugou, âOtherwise thatâd be a huge waste of the old manâs quirk, wouldnât it?â
âYes, but thatâs only one of the reasons. You see, itâs also so that you wonât know where it is located,â Masaki pauses once again, which you decide in a split second is warranted because of what heâs going to say next.
âAnd for that to work, weâre also going to have to lock you inside.â
Your breath hitches. Bakugou bristles.
âThe fuââ
âWeâre going to have to make you stay with usââ the plain-looking man interjects with a slightly louder voice, ââat least until the day of the attack, as we cannot risk you two being seen constantly going in and out of this club every night.â
Youâre about to contribute to the conversation for the very first time but Bakugou beats you to it. âFucking stay in? Isnât that gonna cause even more suspicion?â
âIt wouldnât if you both come up with a good excuse to disappear,â Kouki retorts with a smidge of attitude. He eyes Bakugou with a raised brow, âWouldnât now be a great time to have a top-secret âmissionâ overseas? And Iâm sure your friend here can whip something up.â
You brush off the annoyance that shoots through you at the dismissive mention. Instead, you finally bring yourself to speak up. âI thought you just said weâll be stuffed in a secret hideout?â
âAh,â Masaki sounds out, âYou are, but this is our gateway, so to speak. You go here to get teleported to the headquarters, and from there, get teleported back here to return to the outside world. We wonât hesitate to teleport away from both places the second we have to, but that doesnât mean our HQ is easily disposable to us, hence all these measures.â
âAll this to say,â he furthers, his timid tone juxtaposing the threatening words youâre sure heâs about to utter, âYou two better think twice about betraying us.â
There it is.
He smiles again. âDo either of you have any questions?â
Beside you, Bakugou mutters to himself for a second, before clearing his throat. âYouâre yapping on and on about what youâll do if we betray you and shit. Ainât that such a warm welcome for your new members?â
âA rhetorical question, because he doesnât let anyone get a word in. Instead, he presses on.
âBut what if we donât? Whatâs in it for us?â
âYou get to live out your ideals, boy,â comes the old geezerâs snappy reply.
Bakugou snorts, and youâre sure itâs not because he found the guy hilarious.
âThatâs a shitty deal on our end, donât ya think so?â the pro-hero shifts his weight on his other foot. âHow âbout this, you guarantee protection for myâŚfriend here, and weâre even.â
You hold your breath.
Looking past the way he just so awkwardly referred to you as his friend, that segue just now wasnât exactly the smoothest.
Still, you have no choice but to roll with it. So, with much conviction, you morph your face into that of shynessâone that you hope is charming enough to win their graces.
âJust her?â asks Masaki, placid as ever.
âI can get by,â comes Bakugouâs confident response.
Once again ignoring the mildly degrading remark, you ready yourself to use your quirk. You closely examine the leaderâs features as they transform into an expression of contemplation, even as he turns to the other two and engages them in quiet conversation.
You and Bakugou stand there for a few moments, waiting, before Masaki finally turns again.
And all that preparing to utilize your quirk goes out of the dilapidated windows once you catch a glimpse of his face.
âI guess thatâs settled, then.â
Called it.
Masaki then raises an eyebrow at the two of you. âAny more concerns?â he smiles to himself, âHeartwarming requests?â
Neither of you says anything.
âNone?â he asks again, before patting his thighs in a gesture of finality. âWell, then, I believe itâs time for you to see your new home! Kouki-san?â
At the mention, the old man slowly gets up from where he made himself very comfortable on the couch, and walks leisurely towards you, planting himself in front of and between you and Bakugou.
âHang tight,â Kouki smirks, reaching out for both of your hands, and youâre just about registering how eerily cool his are when the ground that was perfectly carpeted and steady just a second ago suddenly collapses from beneath you.
A violent wave of nausea instantly hits you as the room completely vanishes before you, replaced by pitch-black darkness in a second. You scramble for purchaseâtightening your grip on the person responsible for whatever the fuck this isâas the noise instantaneously gets sucked in a vacuum, leaving you in full silence. Your legs are jelly as you stumble on your feet, and youâre convinced youâre going to fall to your death down to the abyss below you whenâjust as fast as the lounge disappearedâa warmly lit hallway materializes in front of you.
But itâs too late, youâre already out of balance and lurching forwardâinch by excruciating inchâright until you feel a hand grab your forearm and youâre unceremoniously yanked back into an upright position.
You whip to look at Bakugou as you wobble on your feet, and heâs staring at you with such alarm that makes you feel soâŚvulnerable. He retracts his left hand a beat later when you eventually steady yourself, his serious and unrelenting gaze fixated on you before shifting to study the place you just got teleported to.
You follow suit, eyeing the hallway as you place the hand Kouki was holding into your pocket to warm it up.
Similar to the club and the room you were just in, the area is barely illuminated, but itâs bright enough for you to make out the dark wooden doors that line both sides. Youâre right in the middle of the hallway, and at one of the ends you think are staircases leading both to a lower and an upper level, while at the other end is another door.
If these lead to what you think they leadâŚ
Then, damn.
They werenât kidding about lodging.
From the corner of your eye, you see the old man look at you and follow your line of vision, shifting to study the aforementioned door at the end of this hallway.
âThatâs your room,â he offers curtly, like this job of chaperoning you to your place of residence for who knows how many days is beneath him.
Room, you parrot in your head.
Room singular.
âWell?â he asks, not even bothering to hide his impatience when neither you nor Bakugou makes a move. âArenât you going to check it out?â
You hesitate, glancing at Bakugou to find him frowning at Kouki, before turning to look at you.
âWe donât have all day, you two,â Kouki adds on with a sigh at the same time you raise your eyebrows ever so minutely at the pro-hero, as if asking for confirmation. âGo on, Iâll wait here.â
It only takes a small nod from Bakugou to pull you out of the paralysis, and the minute that he does, youâre already moving to the spot beside him, matching his pace as you trudge towards the door.
As inconspicuously as you can, you check the corners of the room along the wall facing you for cameras, only to find none.
And so you do it.
With your backs turned against the Teleportation master, you finally let your emotions show on your face.
You also chance a peek at Bakugou, only to find him already eyeing you with the very same expression youâre sure is written all over your features.
The one that says youâre fucked.
You donât get to dwell or comment on the shared sentiment, though, mainly because theyâll hear every word you say, but also because you arrive in front of the door. Bakugou looks at the knob and then at you warily, and you can only nod in encouragement.
That seems to be enough of a push for him, because he reaches for and turns the handle, pushing past the entryway so you can walk in from behind him.
Now, the first thing that registers after you startle at the door closing is the fact that the room is small. Tiny, even. Thereâs another door at the back, which you think leads to the comfort room.
But thatâs pretty much it.
That, and thereâs only one bed.
To your credit, though, youâre able to refrain from gasping in horror at the sight of it, which you can chalk up to the next thing that you seeâa couch.
It doesnât seem like itâs foldable or can be converted into a larger bunk, but itâll have to do. Itâs brown and hopefully real leather this time, and is crammed right next to the bed. You remind yourself that they were only expecting Bakugou, and so you canât really complain and that youâll have to make do with sleeping on the couch for the next n days.
Aside from all those, though, the room is relatively bare.
Well, apart from the cameras with the blinking red light at the upper, four corners of it.
But you donât get to wordlessly warn him about it, let alone come to terms with the fact that theyâre deadass going to be watching your every single move, because something seizes your wrist, spinning you around, leaving you face to face with Bakugou.
Youâre too preoccupied with the sudden motion and the fact that youâre just a breadthâs width away from each other to notice the darkened look in his eyes.
Which, in hindsight, you shouldâve noticed.
If you wanted any chance at bracing yourself for what heâs going to do next.
âWhaââ
You yelpâcutting yourself offâwhen Bakugou, the Bakugou KatsukiâJapanâs #2 Pro-hero, Vogue Japanâs Hottest Bachelor of the Year, and the dickhead who used to be your biggest, fattest crushâgrabs at your neck and smashes his lips against yours.
You involuntarily jerk away from him, but his free hand shoots up to roughly clutch your hip just as his grip on your neck tightens, pinning you in place and right against him.
And you donât know how the fuck it happens, but he does something with his tongue, or his mouth? His teeth? You donât know at this point, and frankly, you donât want to know, because coupled with his scalding hold on your body, it causes you to do the unthinkable.
You moan.
And again, you donât even get the opportunity to feel the utter humiliation, because just as quickly as he pounced on you, Bakugou pulls away, but not before scowling at the cameras as if he just noticed themâwhich you doubtâthen taking your hand, dragging you out of the door and into the hallway.
The old man glances at you. âAre you donââ
âTake us the fuck back now,â Bakugou spits as he pulls you right beside him.
At that, Koukiâs eyebrows furrow. âYou ought to know better than to speak to an elderly like that.â
But the man who just fucking kissed you apparently canât give a single flying fuck, because he retorts without missing a beat. âTake us back now.â
That mustâve been the final straw, because Koukiâs face finally morphs into the scowl that you think heâs been trying to suppress this entire time, but to your surprise, he moves closer to the two of you and once again, reaches for your hands.
You donât know what the fuck is going on, but what you do know is that Bakugouâs onto something here, because he wouldnât have pulled that stunt just now without any reason, which means the last thing you should do is resist.
And so you take Koukiâs hand, just as Bakugou snags the other, and when you do, the floor gives out from underneath you.
Youâre still overcome with a sense of dizziness as your surroundings shift and the noise dissipates around you, but as you find the lounge slowly appearing before your eyes, you find that itâs not as bad the second time.
Bakugouâs still holding your hand when you arrive at the second floor of the club, right back where you stood from a while ago.
Sayaka is the first one to notice you, most likely thanks to her quirk and the goddamn device stuck to your chest, but itâs Masaki who speaks up when he catches wind of your arrival.
He puts down the deck of cards you think heâs just been shuffling before shifting to look at you. âBack so soon?â
Kouki turns around to face him, âBakugou demanded toââ
âWhy the fuck are there cameras in our room?â
Offended, the old man whips around again to glower at Bakugou, seemingly ready to unleash the sermon of the century. âYoung manââ
âTurn them the fuck off,â the pro-hero interjects, âAnd the mics, too.â
Bakugou hesitates, as if unsure of how to properly say the next few words. He glances at you, expression inexplicable, before turning back to face them. ââŚAt least at night.â
Silence.
âOooh, I see where this is going,â comes Masakiâs reaction a moment later, a knowing smile creeping on his face. You feel yourself flame. âYou werenât being clear with us earlier, Bakugou. You didnât say you brought your girlfriend.â
âDidnât think it was necessary to point out,â comes Bakugouâs terse reply.
âYeah, well, Iâm afraid it doesnât matter either way. The surveillance is for our safety, which comes above everything else, even the privacy of our esteemed members.â
âYou promised youâd protect her at all costs,â Bakugou counters. âProtecting her modesty from the perverts you call your surveillance people is part of that.â
Now, youâre not a hundred percent certain, but youâre pretty sure he just shot the cyborg a look at the latter half of the sentence, which you think wouldâve been a noble gestureâif it werenât for the fact that itâs not just her, judging by the sheer number of cameras in this room alone.
Your attention drifts back to Masaki, however, when he heaves a sigh, leaning against the couch with a tired expression on his face. âTell me, then, Dynamight. How do you propose we make sure you donât brew something behind our backs off surveillance?â
âI can turn off the bugs,â Sayaka pipes up before Bakugou can answer, her mechanical voice drifting across the room. âThey emit a blue light at their circumference that shuts down when I turn the device off.â
âAs for the camerasâŚâ she drones on, âThe blinking red light should be gone when theyâre offline.â
âThat shit wonât do,â Bakugou declares decisively, not even letting the suggestion simmer. âThereâs no knowing for sure that theyâre actually off and arenât just hacked to seem like they are.â
âThe cameras should also face down. Andââ he huffs, ââWe get to remove the tracker.â
A chorus of protests erupts from the groupâparticularly from Sayaka and Koukiâbut even the twins who are still stationed at the sides. Masaki, in contrast, only sits in silence as he studies the pro-hero, but thereâs no missing the uneasiness decorating his features.
âItâs only at night,â Bakugou reasons, voice now a bit louder to be heard amidst the sea of complaints. âYou can set up guards around the perimeters of our room. Weâll surrender them at the door before entering, and we canât go out beyond the doorway until theyâre attached again.â
And when no one says anything, Bakugou pushes. âHow does that sound?â
You chance a glance at Masaki, who does not seem to be getting anywhere near convinced.
Bakugou must be noticing it, too, because he squeezes your hand so imperceptibly that you almost miss it.
But you donât, and quite honestly, you could have and be okay with having done so, because you were on it, anyway.
You quickly scan the room.
One, two, three, four, five.
Five.
You can do five.
And so with the most innocent tone you can muster, you speak up.
âThat sounds reasonable to me.â
All five whip to look at you, and the second that they do, you pullâswiftly and in successionâeyes jumping from Sayaka to Kouki to Masaki to the male twin and then to the girl.
Your gaze darts back to the leader right after to make sure you got him, but his remarkably serene countenance is enough to tell you that youâve successfully done it.
You did it.
You just won Bakugou and you the window of time to discuss the mission in the privacy of your own room.
And Bakugou must be seeing the palpable shift in their demeanors because he squeezes your hand once more, only this time you think itâs in gratitude.
You feel a surge of pride swell in your chest.
Let the games begin.
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hello!! I love your Alastor x Child Reader stuff you wrote. So can you please write an one shot of Alastor with a child reader who's the oppisite of him? What i mean is, Alastor is lowkey nonchalant but the reader is actually insaine. I hope i explained enough.
soo... you didn't say anything for a plot so i just made them meet, i hope that's alright with you<33
ALASTOR X INSAINE CHILD!READER
Hell was always the same with the chatter of sinners and the painfull screams all around. Alastor, strolled through the streets, his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. His wide grin never faltered, though his sharp red eyes darted around, observing everything.
Then he heard itâthe most evil laugh, high-pitched and absolutely unhinged. Alastor stopped, tilting his head, the sound was coming from an alleyway just ahead. He adjusted his tie and strolled over to the alleyway.
What he found was... surprising.
A small child, no older than ten, stood over what used to be a rather unfortunate demon. The remains were scattered about in a chaotic mess of black goo . The child, held a jagged piece of metal in one hand, the other smeared with the remnants of the "fun." They're wide eyes shimmered with manicness.
"My, my, what a display!" Alastor exclaimed. "I must say, itâs rare to find someone so creative with their time."
The child turns to him, eyes glowing. âDid you see? Did you see what I did?! He said I couldnât take his hatâso I took everything else!â They gesture dramatically at the mess behind them.
Alastor chuckled, twirling his cane. âQuite the overachiever, arenât we? But tell me, dear child, what drives you to such... theatrical carnage?â
They tilt their head, clearly unbothered by his casual tone. âWhy not? Itâs fun! Itâs exciting! Donât you think so?â
Alastorâs smile twitched. âAh, yes, but thereâs an art to it, my dear. A balance. Chaos is like a radio frequencyâtoo much static, and the signal is lost.â
The child seemed unimpressed. âStatic is fun. Itâs loud, and no one can ignore it.â They grin wider, holding up the bloodied piece of metal like a trophy. âWant me to make some for you?â
Alastorâs chuckle turned into a full-blown cackle. âTempting! But I think Iâll pass. Watching you is entertainment enough.â He leaned in closer, his grin sharp. âBut do be careful, little one. Hell is like an ocean full of fish, and not all of them appreciate someone making such a mess.â
They automatically lean in just as close, their smile never faltering. âLet them come. Iâll make it fun for them, too.â
Alastor pulled back, his laughter echoing down the alleyway. âOh, I do believe Iâll enjoy keeping an eye on you. You, my dear, are a star in the making.â
And with that, he tipped his hat and strolled away, his cane tapping the same rhythm. The child curiously follows him.
After all, it wasnât every day they found someone who appreciated their particular brand of madness.
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Biggest Fan Pt 1 - CL16
Requested by @nina-or-anna-or-nora "Heyy!! đ I saw you were asking some requests so I have one for an Smau!! (If you want to do it ofc) I was thinking about the reader being kinda like Sabrina or Olivia (a performer) and then Charles being like her biggest fanđ¤just a super cute fluffy thing and he goes to every show he can or posts her and stuffđĽš"
AN - Had so much fun writing this SMAU for you! Don't be afraid to send in requests that aren't apart of the Pizza Menu! I love Sabrina but I'm not a die hard fan so I have no idea how many outfit changes she has or the order she performs so if it's a little messed up I apologize! Also LMK if you wanna see me do this with more drivers and make it a little series of the drivers being head over heels for their girl friend!
Summary: Just Charles being in love with Y/N... and basically everyone in the F1 community!
Charles insta stories over the fall break
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charlesleclerc We're ready for you Austin ft. Y/N and all the fan gifted hats that will make an appearance this weekend tagged carlossainz and youruser
user5 I love how he makes a post for work and still finds a way to get Y/N in there
user6 your honor... it's them. It's always them!
youruser I'm ready to be back in my home soil!
user7 I constantly forget our girl is from the US charlesleclerc you mean MY girl user8 Charles will never learn to share charlesleclerc not when it comes to MY Y/N youruser alright calm it down you charlesleclerc yes maam
user9 I hate feeling single but I do love you guys!
carlossainz Will I ever get a post with just us?
user10 Carlos... they're a package deal user11 If I don't expect anything less, you shouldn't either youruser damn... catching strays carlossainz Y/N I thought we were friends!
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user12 how does it feel to be living my dream
carlossainz he's been smiling at his phone for 10 minutes because you posted him
youruser I love knowing he loves me as much as I love him
user13 his eyes
charlesleclerc that's one lucky man
youruser he really is!
user14 I love the way you guys love each other
landonorris you guys disgust me with how cute you are together
youruser you wish this was you huh? landonorris I miss when you were to shy to interact with us... kinda a meanie youruser you'll learn to survive
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youruser Thanks for the warm welcome home... see you in a few weeks for Vegas!
Look for a surprise tomorrow around noon YeeHaw time!
charlesleclerc Ooooo I wanna know the surprise
user18 I can't believe I have notifications on and Charles is still here before me
charlesleclerc you snooze you lose! gotta be quicker than that! youruser love you need to be a bit nicer! user18 no this is on me... I should know no matter how much I love you Charles just loves you that much more! user19 I'm sobbing at this! Charles is so unhinged when it comes to Y/N
landonorris Can I also know the surprise
charlesleclerc NO!
user20 YeeHaw time is SENDING me! For anyone confused she's talking about CST
user21 THANK YOU! It makes so much sense now that you've explained but as a non F1 Y/N fan I didn't realize she was in Texas haha
user22 I love their height difference. I forget just how SMALL Y/N is.
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charlesleclerc I can't wait to watch you!!
user23 HOLY SHIT! I can't fucking wait!
user24 omg! I'm so excited for this!!
landonorris: I hope you have a ticket saved with my name on it!
youruser: I do including the rest of the grid... spread the word pleaseeee
user25: Oh to be in the US rn to experience this concert! I just know it's gonna be amazing
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Youruser: Max! hahaha you had me cracking up in the first slide... then tearing up through laughter in the second. Thank you so much for finding time in your title fight to support!
maxverstappen1: I wouldn't have missed it! Had to see what all the hype was about. Please invite me again
Grid Members Stories (Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Liam, Franco)
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Some forms of courtship of male wolves are to adopt dominant postures, like show their teeth or they may give gifts such as meat or bones, all to impress the female
I like to think that Twilight unconsciously does something similar, he stands at attention around you, puffs out his chest a little, if he hunts an animal he makes sure to pass close to you so you can see it, finds nice things around and leaves them in your stuff, etc
It's all about you, he wants your attention and approval so much unconsciously that he's like a puppy, If you want, he can lie on his back in front of you (act of submission or surrender) Just so you understand how much you have him wrapped around your finger, But please tell him he's doing everything good đĽş
I really like this, this idea itself is very good, and maybe it's because I like it so much that it was so difficult to do.
It took me a long time to get around to writing something about it, because all the ideas didn't seem good enough, and I still think it didn't turn out the way I wanted. But here it is!
Instincts
The Rancher approached me, with something in his hands, crouched down in front of me, where I was sitting, extended his closed hand towards me and opened it, revealing a golden ring with a blue stone in it.Â
â What is this? â I asked, confused about why he had it, and why he was showing it to me, and not about what the object itself was.Â
â A ring, I found it in a chest. Itâs for you. â He answered, still with his hand extended, offering me the ring. â As soon as I saw it, I thought of you. â He concluded with a sweet smile on his lips.Â
That made me smile too, it was really nice to know that someone thought of me seeing something like that, especially when that someone is Twilight. This feeling has been following me constantly for the last few weeks, I feel strangely silly when heâs around, and it feels like Iâm going crazy, because Iâm starting to think that maybe this could mean something more coming from him. This is probably just my deluded mind seeing things, but it makes me happy.Â
I accepted the ring, he didnât seem willing to give up on the idea of ââme wearing it, and it fit perfectly on my ring finger, it felt right to be there, and it was really very beautiful. Satisfied with that, the blond stood up and turned his attention to something Time had said, but I hadnât heard it, as I was too focused on the present to notice the things around me.Â
I sighed and hoped that no one was around to hear my silly act of a little girl in love, especially the Veteran and the Captain. I got up from the place I had been sitting under the shade of a tree. It was still morning, some of the boys had gone out to explore the surroundings of the place where we were camping and had just returned, as had Twilight. This ring was probably found in the surroundings. And now, he, Time and the Champion were going to hunt for our food. There wasnât much to do. We would be staying here all day to replenish our supplies and regain our strength, as the next city was still far away.Â
I went towards where Sky was sitting, he was sculping something on a small piece of wood, which ended up catching my attention. I sat down next to him and was greeted by a kind smile. He seemed to understand my curiosity, because before saying anything he showed me the object he was working on. It still looked very unfinished, almost shapeless, but I was able to recognize that it was a bird.Â
â Itâs a hobby of mine, it helps me to distract myself. Â
â I liked it, itâs really cool, but it seems difficult. Youâre talented. â I replied, enchanted by the manual work, I wanted to know how to do things like that, it would be great to give as a gift. Â
â Do you want to try? I can teach you if you want. Â
â Are you sure? I wonât get in your way? â He just laughed at my question. Â
â No, of course not, it will be fun! Â
That was enough to convince me, after all, I was already very tempted. Sky gave me a square piece of wood that I could make whatever I wanted and asked me to choose something to carve. I thought for a moment, but soon a perfect image came to mind. He helped me mark the shape on the wood, and then he showed me how I should use the tools. Â
It took a while for me to get the hang of it, but soon I was in the mood and we were both working on it, focused, taking advantage of this quiet time to talk. He told me about his Zelda, and how he used to make her these cute little gifts. There came a time when we just talked about whatever came to mind, without much concern.Â
Until the hero stopped talking, and something covered the sun behind me, creating a large shadow. Sky looked at what was behind me, looking surprised and confused, mostly confused, which made me look back too. And there he was, standing, at his full size, carrying a slaughtered boar on his shoulders with a certain pride, with his clothes even a little stained by the animalâs blood, Twilight. For some reason, he was just standing there, without reacting, staring at his brother with something that looked like a frown, which only made the situation stranger and more confusing.Â
â Well, if youâll excuse me, I needed to talk to Time, now that heâs back. â Sky said, getting up from his seat and leaving, with an expression that looked like understanding.Â
I could see the wolf boyâs posture relax drastically, and finally, when Sky left us, his gaze turned directly to me, with a big smile on his face. I stood up, putting my unfinished work in one of the pockets of my belt, and turning my attention to him.Â
â I got this. â That was all he said, keeping his proud smile on his lips, making me smile with his attitude.Â
â Impressive! Iâm sure the Cook and I will be able to make something very good out of this.Â
His smile faltered for a moment at my words, but then he just nodded in agreement, satisfied for some reason.Â
â Yes, Iâll help you.Â
â Oh, no need, youâve already done great at that.Â
â No, itâs okay, I want to help you.Â
I ended up just accepting that, so I went over to where Wild was to prepare lunch. He didnât take too kindly to the idea of ââthe Rancher helping, saying there wouldnât be much for him to do, but his insistence ended up winning the argument. He ended up only being left with the task of cutting the meat, in the end, but that seemed good enough for him. While the Champion and I took care of the rest and talked, he kept staring at his brother with that same weird frown. Whatâs gotten into him?Â
After we did most of the work, all that was left was to wait until the meat cooked, so Wild released us from the task. I went to a corner to read, and for a moment, I thought Twilight would follow me to that corner, if he hadnât been called by Warriors, making him sulk again. Itâs a shame, I really wish I had his company right now.Â
 I didnât see him again then, at least not until now. After lunch I spent the rest of the afternoon going back to work on the wooden sculpture, I wanted it to be perfect. This was good, because it distracted me for hours, when I saw it, it was already getting dark, the boys who were out, for unknown reasons, returned, including my wolf boy, who came straight towards me, ignoring any calls from his brothers. Â
He threw himself down next to me, resting his head on my shoulder and sighing. Poor thing, it must have been a tiring day for him. I put my work, now finished, aside and moved so I could look at him better, making him raise his head, attentive to my movements. I put a hand on his cheek, I felt hypnotized by his beauty, and it hit me even harder when I saw him melt into my hand, smiling. That was, until his smile died, for some reason, leaving me worried. Did I do something wrong?  Â
Before I could ask him anything about it, he pulled me into his lap, making me squeal in surprise, and pulled me close to his body, hugging me tightly in a protective manner. I couldnât be more confused, but Iâm definitely not complaining.Â
â Whatâs wrong? â I asked softly, and he took a moment to answer, looking thoughtful.Â
â You still smell like Sky. Iâm taking care of it.Â
I didnât know what to say to that, I didnât imagine that I could smell like someone else like that, but there was no point in contradicting him about it either, after all, Twilightâs sense of smell is definitely quite sharp. I sighed, relaxing against the strong manâs body with a goofy smile on my face. What a good day.Â
â Oh, I have something for you! â I said, picking up the sculpture I had been working on, which was shaped like a wolf, or rather, Wolfie, and handing it to him. â Sorry, it didnât turn out very well, Iâm still learning.Â
He held the gift carefully, analyzing it, looking surprised. Then he pulled me closer, giving me a tight hug and burying his face in my neck, I could feel him smiling against my skin.Â
â Thank you, dear. â He said, looking me in the eyes again, and placing a warm kiss on my right cheek.Â
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𥟠⚠Ë. dating felix catton (headcanons)
first of all this boy is clingy as hell. like he needs to be glued to your side at all times or else he'll die (or at least that's what it feels like for him) he's always touching you in some way; hand holding yours when he's walking you to your next class or a hand softly gripping your thigh as he sits next to you in the crowded bar.
to further elaborate on the clingy part; I believe his love language is physical touch so he's always touching you sweetly and kissing you all over, hands exploring you like it's the first time again and mouth finding all your sweet spots whenever he gets you alone. he's insatiable and can never get enough of you.
he drags you along to join him whenever he goes out. house parties, pubs, uni events, it doesn't matter because you're always by his side. he insists you must be present, otherwise he's not having fun.
he's a little possessive to be honest. he's admittedly grown up spoiled so he enjoys when things are exclusively his. there was never any argument on that; felix wanted something so felix received it and it would be his only for as long as he deemed so. that's why he feels like it's his job to show everyone that you were exclusively his, always making sure no guy ever even tried their luck and keeping a possessive arm around your waist when in a crowd, successfully claiming you.
he always asks you to spend the holidays at Saltburn, and you never decline. his mother adores you, and so does Venetia. the days there are spent sunbathing in the more isolated, open parts of the building like his balcony as he catches up on his prescribed reading for the term or taking a dip in the pond to cool off from the sweltering summer. he has you sit by him when he takes a bath because he enjoys the company and vice versa. also absolutely loves when his father has guests over for dinner because the two of you will just be spending the night making fun of the strange characters Mr Catton called friends.
will literally come knocking at your dorm room at past midnight (much to the dismay of your roommate) and ask you to join him for a quick drive because he couldn't sleep. and you never say no either; a CD burned with all your favourite songs playing from his radio as the open jeep allowed for the wind to blow over you and cool you as you drove to nowhere and back.
he spoils you rotten. expensive jewelry and bouquets and teddies on anniversaries and paying to get you all dolled up just for him. he's a romantic at heart, so he's going all out with the corny stuff (you love it, though). I'm talking sweet love letters in his messy handwriting and spontaneous dates to show you he still thinks about you. he's just a loverboy like that.
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Our song III
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Y/N finally arrives to LA and meets the triplets for the first timeâŚ
THIS IS MY WORK AND MY IDEA! PLEASE DONT USE THIS AS âINSPIRATIONâ OR TAKE IT WITHOUT GETTING MY PERMISSION FIRST! thank you :)
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Y/N POV
You're standing in front of the Philadelphia International Airport with your mom, dad, and younger brother. Today is the day that you fly out to meet the triplets, it's been in the works for a few weeks now. Hugging your mom bye you give her a kiss on the cheek before moving to your dad who whispers something in your ear, âdonât let them try anything on you, okay? Iâve seen the way they are in videos.â
âDad I promise they arenât like that,â you say with a soft chuckle, pulling away from his hug. You give your brother a small smile and do your signature handshake before grabbing all of your bags from the car.
âBe safe honey,â you hear your mom call out as you walk into the airport. You turn around mouthing a quick âI love youâ before walking all the way into the airport and finding where to check in.
The process of the airport was the same as every other time, waiting in line for them to check your bag and check your ticket and all that fun stuff. Now you're at your gate, it's about 30 minutes before boarding. You're sitting on your phone, texting Matt. The two of you have been texting everyday since you first got his number, playing iMessage games and just enjoying talking to each other.
Itâs been about 45 ish minutes and your plane is finally ready for you to board. Shooting Matt a quick text that you are on the plane and sitting. You turn your phone on airplane mode, put your headphones in, play some music, and pull out one of your books so the flight goes by faster.
After 9 long very long hours flying across the country your plane had finally landed. Matt, Nick, and Chris-Matt- had gotten you a premium economy and you had enjoyed the flight as much as you could, spreading out and getting comfy. As soon as deboarding started you text Matt to let him know you're finally on the ground again and that you should be out in the next 30 ish minutes since you had to wait for your luggage.
Once you got off of the plane you made your way to baggage claim to pick up your suitcase. Scrolling on your phone and checking to see if you missed any important messages while in the air. You shoot your mom a quick text that you made it and that you are waiting for your bags now, and that you will text her as soon as you're on the way to the hotel.
The belt on the metal baggage claim starts to move, notifying you that your bag might be coming out soon. As you watch a few bags that arenât your pass you finally spot yours coming your way. Picking up your bag you shoot a text to Matt saying that you have your bag and that you're heading out the doors.
As you're walking down the sidewalk you see three identical people standing a few yards ahead of you. You canât help the big smile that spreads across your face as your feet pick up speed slightly. You make brief eye contact with Matt as you get closer to them.
âHi!â You say with a big smile as you reach the three of them.
âI canât believe you here!â Nick says pulling you into a close hug, warm and welcoming as he gently swayed the two of you back and forth.
âI know I canât believe it either!â You say with a small squeal before pulling away from him and moving to Chris.
âHi,â you say softly. Pulling him into a hug as well, lifting your heels slightly off the ground to reach up and over his neck. You arenât short but the triplets took about 2 or 3 inches over you, giving them all a small height advantage.
âHey,â Chris said back quietly, giving you the same warm and welcoming hug as Nick.
Chris was the one to pull away from you after a second. You look over to Matt and your eyes lock with his again, sending butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You take the two steps that Chris was away from him and he pulls you into a hug. His hug feels different then Nick and Chrisâs, he feels like he's trying to make up for all the time that he couldnât hug you before. His hands rest light on your lower back as he pulls always slightly, leaving your bodyâs touching as he speaks.
âHey..â Matt's small smile never leaves his lips as he takes your face in for the first time in person.
You can't help the small tint of pink that forms on your cheeks as Matt stares down at you, âhiâŚâ you say quietly, the butterflies that are set loose in your stomach make you completely forget where you're standing and that Nick and Chris are right next to the two of you.
Nick clears his throat loudly, catching both Matt and your attention, causing the two of you to pull apart. You look over at Nick, face flushed slightly from the small moment you just shared with Matt. âSorry to break whatever that was up.. but we should get goingâ pointing towards their car behind him.
âOh yeahâ Matt says with a small nod, grabbing your suitcase from next to you and throwing it in the back before you can even say anything. He then comes around to the passenger side door and opens it for you, his cheeks flushed the same if not more than yours, âChris said you can sit up front.â He says softly as you sit in the car.
âThank you,â you say with a warm smile to Matt, thanking him for both putting your stuff in the back and for opening the door for you. Matt gives you a quick smile and nod before shutting the door and rounding the car to the other side to get into the driver's side.
âYour welcomeâ Matt says to one once he's in the car and buckled. âWe are going to stop by the hotel and get you checked in and all of your stuff dropped off before we head back to the house.â Matt is starting to pull away from the airport as he's talking to you. Even though he can't one hundred percent you give him a quick nod and hum.
As Matt drove to the hotel he could feel you stealing glances his way. Making his stomach fill with nerves and him to become more flush than usual. It was about a 45 minute drive to the hotel from the airport.
As the drive continued you could feel your body becoming tired despite the clock reading 5:24 pm on the dash. You let out a few small yawns and eventually fell asleep with your head against the car window. Traveling has always taken a toll on you and the fact that your three time zones away from home is really messing you up. Chris noticed that you had fallen asleep causing Nick to snap a quick photo of you for the memories.
As Matt pulled into the hotel driveway he gently shook your leg, his hand on your knee. The gentle shaking of your leg had been enough to stir you awake, and before you knew it you were inside and checking into your hotel room. Nick and Chris had decided they would wait in the car while you and Matt went to put your bags up in your room.
âYour room is 328, take the elevator up to floor three and head to your rightâ The front desk person says in a monotone voice while sliding a key card across the desk.
âOkay, thank youâ you say while taking the key card off of the counter and grabbing your smaller bag, as Matt insists that he carry your suitcase. If you would let Matt he would carry all of your bags, but you hated how that made you look so the two of you compromised.
The two of you walk to the elevator and you hit the up button, âWhat one?â You ask Matt randomly while pointing to the left elevator.
âHuh, what?â Matt asks, confused, looking at you with his eyebrows raised slightly.
âWhat elevator do you think is going to open? Itâs a fun game I used to play with my momâŚâ you explain as quickly as you can so he can choose an elevator before they open. âHurry!â You say with a small laugh as Matt points at the middle elevator, still confused.
As the elevator dings, the one you are pointing at opens. âI win!â You say with a small jump as you head into the elevator, hitting the number three.
âI didn't know this was a competitive game here,â Matt chuckles lightly as he pulls your suitcase into the elevator with him.
âRedemption round on the way back down?â You ask, looking over at Matt with a smile.
âRedemption round,â Matt gives you a firm head nod along with another chuckle.
As the elevator doors shut you watch as Matt closes his eyes tightly, âyou good?â You ask concern laced in your voice.
âMhmâ Matt hums out. âJusâ have a little fear of elevatorsâ his voice is quiet as he opens his eyes to look at you.
âOh, wanna take the stairs back down? We can have a redemption round another dayâ you ask confused on why Matt didn't say anything or even hint at not liking elevators.
âIf you donât mindâ he asks with a small gulp.
âNot at all, plus it means more time with just you.â The last part of your sentence slips out before you can stop it. Making you blush and look away from Matt. Nervous and anxious butterflies fill your stomach as Matt takes in the words that you just spilled out.
âAnd more time with just you,â Matt says softly with a small grin. His own cheeks flushing at his words. His own nervous and anxious butterflies erupt in his stomach as the elevator finally dings as it opens up to the third floor.
You and Matt exit the elevator without saying another word and make your way to the right just like the front desk person said. You scan the doors as you look for your room number, finally your eyes land on 328. You stop in front of the door and pull the key card out of your pocket, unlocking and opening the door. You are floored with how nice the room looks.
âOh. My. Gosh.â You whisper out as you take in the dark room. Matt flips on the lights of the room causing your jaw to drop even more. The room had a full kitchen, a big living room area with a big tv, an even bigger bed that looked like the comfiest thing youâve laid eyes on in the last 12 hours. âYou guys didn't have to get me such a nice roomâ you say softly, placing your bag down on the kitchen table, yes this room has a kitchen table.
âItâs no big deal reallyâ Matt shrugs with his words and puts your suitcase under the kitchen table.
âIt is a big deal, this place is amazing.â Your voice is soft as you take in the room. Matt lets out a small chuckle, following you as you peak your head into the bathroom. âOh a bathtub! I'll be using thatâ you say with a small excited shimmy.
Matt lets out a genuine laugh at you little shimmy causing you to turn and face him. âWhat?â You ask tilting your head to the side slightly.
âNothing, you're just funnier in person than onlineâ Matt explains while shaking his head lightly.
âOh, okayâ you say with a small shrug, not exactly sure what he meant by that since you slept most of the time on the ride to the hotel.
âWe should get going.â Matt states as he walks over to the door that leads back out into the hallway. You give him a small nod and walk towards him as he opens the door for you. You give him a quick thank you before heading down the hallway to the stairs.
The two of you make your way down the stairs and back out to the car with Nick and Chris. Matt opens your door for you once again and helps you into the car before shutting the door and rounding the car to the drivers side and pulling out of the hotel parking lot. You're not sure whatâs happening between you and Matt but it's something, and you're not sure if it's just you that's feeling it.
AN: I have no clue if this is good or not, I hate writing people talking if you couldnât tell. this is kind of a filler chapter towards the end, but i hope you enjoyed it anywaysđ
Dividers @issysh3ll
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okay i am coming to you as carlos fan who loves charles to my core (he is my soul sister!!!) but only ever roots for him for ferrari reasons, trying to see this from charles fans pov how is anything that happened tonight carlosâs fault and not just ferrariâs fault⌠like i try to be critical and i love to shit on carlos when he is stupid (bc he is stupid a lot) (for example spain24 i fear i am not on his side there) but ferrari fucked carlos over so bad today with his pit stop like i truly believe the thing that happened with charles was more of a fuck you to ferrari and not anything to do with charles at all so like i get why charles fans are upset but⌠i donât know again would like to hear your thoughts on tonight
DISCLAIMER VIEWS MY OWN (as in. I don't speak for all Charles fans and probably not even a majority of them about this. and I enjoy it when athletes are petty and angry and grudgy and let out their ugly sides)
my first takeaway is that it's truly not that deep. Like, yeah, it's race day emotions are running high but so are the emotions of the guys in those cars. they're gonna get out of the car, calm down, shower, go on with their lives, and not think half as hard about this stuff as fans do, and some fans will remain upset for far longer than their blorbos will ever remember this. I think it is good to keep in mind before getting worked up
what happened: [regardless of garage 55 brainfart moment] Charles was ahead before the pit stops. At the pit exit, Bryan told Charles that Carlos had been told not to fight him and he should just focus on tyre temp instead of defending; Carlos went ahead and overtook him anyway. (That's when Charles said "Next time tell him in Spanish") Later, when Max was right behind Carlos and Charles was trying to overtake Max, Carlos was really slow. Like, there's speculation on reddit that he was feeding Max DRS <- not saying it happened (WE will never know) BUT he was slow enough that other people went "Wait this is weird," and his frustrated teammate would have noticed. If EYE was fighting for the wcc and I even suspected my teammate put someone else between the two of us (costing the team points) to protect his individual race, I would also go off about it. Regardless of whether it's true. Again! Not saying this is what happened and we will never know, but earlier in the race Carlos was definitely told not to overtake, and did it, and between the two of them he's the one with a history of ignoring team orders.
EYE (tumblr user gayferrari) have my own opinions. nuance button. I don't think you should get a gold star for being a "good teammate" or that following team orders is always the right thing. But CHARLES clearly values it, and in the past he's actually put his money where his mouth is and pulled his weight even when it cost him individual points, and I can understand he'd go on a heated tirade for 4 seconds when he's high on adrenaline. I don't think any of this should be a big tell about Charles's personality, team dynamics, his relationship with Carlos or whatever. I think he just spoke without a filter for a couple seconds, and I believe in taking these kinds of radio moments with a big pinch of salt. I'm gonna RPFy the shit out of this because I am on f1blr to have fun not to get angry. But I don't agree Charles was mad at the team, it was a very much "other side of the garage" kinda moment.
(*) note also that Carlos was told to swap with Charles earlier and DID do that, but after a few laps / because he was struggling with pace + very early on, when Charles dropped P2 -> P4, he was the one who spontaneously brought up letting Carlos pass because he knew he was struggling. So they both had moments where they were collaborating this race. I'm bringing this up for completion's sake, like, yeah Carlos swapped when asked even if late! But he also overtook when told not to
I hope this clears it up! Again, it's MY view that it's not that serious because we all choose how to enjoy sports and I'd much rather get angry about other things I feel matter more, and leave the petty drama as RPF fodder. But everyone enjoys sports differently so I can't speak for others
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The True Meaning of Fear
Warnings: NSFW, Arachnophobia, Choking, Very Violent Oral, Abusive behaviour, Fear Play, Non-Con, Devils Who Are Deviling.
AN: I'm having fun writing more angsty and loving stuff for other characters like I mentioned in my update post, but sometimes you just got to write some fucked up Raphael stuff to clear your palate a bit. Seriously: mind the warnings. ItâsâŚyeahâŚpretty fucked. I will be seeking professional help and saying some Hail Mary's to repent for my sinsđśââď¸ââĄď¸Enjoy! đŤś
âPleeease, Raphael,â she sobbed. âIt wonât happen again. I promise.â
âPlease what?â he asked with a smile and a soft tone that made him seem like the perfect image of innocence. âWe are only having a conversation âŚâ
She was not buying this attempt at lulling her into a false sense of security. She knew him. He had brought her to a cell in the bowels of the House of Hope. Had he simply wanted to talk, he would now have done it here.
âI will ask you again,â he said, still in that soft tone. âWhat did you see?â
She gave a small sob and shook her head. His yellow eyes narrowed slightly at her, but the smile stayed on his lips. He was in the cell with her too, on a chair in front of her sobbing form on the floor.
âWhat was it that frightened my little bird so much that she neglected all of her duties? I do so hate to repeat myselfâŚâ
Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to hold in more tears.
He had come home to find his house in complete disarray. Multiple dead debtors had laid scattered across the floor, as they had tried to defend the house against intruders. He had found her shaking in the corner of his office. A powerful fear spell had made her hide instead of dealing with the intruders or alarming Raphael.
He had been furious when he found her. He had lost a small fortune in gold and an invaluable staff that dated back to the early days of the Netheril Empire. He had yelled at her, but due to her fearful state, he did not receive the reaction he wanted. She had been too out of it to properly react to his words, so he took her here instead.
She could see from the way his tail flicked and the way he drummed his claws on the arm of the chair that he was running out of patience. She had to give him an answer.
âDeath,â she lied and dried her tears with her sleeve. âI saw my own death.â
The corners of his mouth turned upwards in an amused smile and gave a huff of laughter.
âDeath, hm?â he repeated. âAre you truly such a simple creature? I find that difficult to believe. If death was what you feared the most, you would not dare lying to my face in such a manner. Try again. The truth this time, if you would be so kind.â
She started shaking again and she could feel her skin become clammy. She had a good idea what would happen if she told him. She also knew what he would do to her if she did not. It was hard to decide which was worse.
âCome now,â he said, his tone softer again. âYou will receive no judgment from me. Is it something embarrassing? Something completely irrational? Those do tend to be my favoritesâŚâ
She remained quiet.
âOr,â he said and looked at her with a bored expression. âI could bring the Omuan dreamcatcher in here, present you to every fear known to man, and I can deduce what it is from there. Iâm certain that Hope would not mind if we borrowed it for the day.â
âNo,â she said quickly. âNo-no. Please donât.â
She had seen how Hope had been after her time with the dreamcatcher. She was an empty shell of a person after those sessions.
She swallowed hard and looked at the floor in front of her.
âSpiders,â she admitted quietly. âIâve never liked spidersâŚâ
âAh,â Raphael said with a satisfied smile. âA classic.â
She looked around. Her skin was tingling at the thought. She was already becoming paranoid.
âWhen did you acquire this fear? Were you always afraid of them?â
Her hand shot to the back of her neck where she felt a tingle. Nothing. It had only been her hair touching her. Her skin was becoming increasingly sensitive.
âAs a child,â she said.
âDo elaborate,â he purred with a smile.
Her breath hitched at the memory a bit.
âI was in my bed,â she explained. âI turned to lay on my back and looked at the ceiling. I saw it just before it fell down into my face.â
âMm,â he hummed. âThat does sound rather unpleasant.â
His eyes slowly turned upwards to look at the ceiling above her. She flinched and looked up. Nothing. Raphael chuckled at her movement.
âI can almost hear your heartbeat from over here,â he purred. âSuch a pretty soundâŚâ
âI beg you, Raphael,â she pleaded. âIâll do anything. Just please donâtââ
âShh-sh-sh,â he hushed gently. âWe are only talking.â
He leaned forward slightly in his chair.
âI am a jealous man, my dear. Itâs one of my less attractive qualities, Iâm afraid, but it is so. So, you must understand how it irks me to find that your fear of me is only second to that of the eight-legged vermin you seem to hate so much.â
Her hand darted up to her hair where she scratched her scalp. She swore that she could feel them everywhere, even though she knew that it was only her fear that made her feel things. For now, anyway.
She felt something hit her shoulder from above and squealed. She brushed her shoulder in a panic and swore that she felt something furry touch her hand as she did. She quickly moved her body away from the wall she had been sitting against, closer to Raphael and let out a whine. Her eyes searched where she had just sat but once again: nothing.
âTell me,â Raphael said in an amused tone. âWhat do you think causes this fear of yours?â
She was practically sitting between his legs now. He ran his claws slowly over her scalp and it made her shiver in her overstimulated state. She wrapped both her arms over her head like a stubborn child refusing to let their parents comb their hair. She knew that she was pathetic, but she could not control it at this point.
Raphael brushed two claws against the back of her neck in a featherlight touch, making her flinch again. He still wanted an answer, and maybe as long as she spoke, he would not do anything. She quickly tried to construct a sentence in her scattered mind.
âIâI donât know,â she said. âToo many limbs maybe. I donât know.â
âWell,â he said with a mocking laugh. âI am one limb short of eight in this form. That doesnât make you fear me any more than your eight-legged friends, evidently. It must be something else, mustnât it?â
His claws tapped her arm in a way that mimicked a spiderâs legs, and she flinched away from him. She moved back to where she was sitting before. She could see on his face that he was enjoying every second of this.
His smile widened as he unstretched one hand and snapped his fingers with the other. A fat, long-legged spider hovered over his hand, and she started crying again. She did not want to look at it, but on the other hand, if she did not, she could not know where it was. She watched in horror as the small creature clumsily and frantically tried to move in the air but could not.
Raphael studied it with a bored gaze while she pleaded for him to stop.
âHave you ever noticed how the creatures humans fear irrationally are rarely mammalian?â he mused over her sobbing. âSpiders, insects, snakes, birdsâŚI do suppose rats and mice are an exception, but there is a theme, isnât there?â
She had backed herself into the corner of the room. She could not get further away, and she was still uncontrollably crying.
âCats, dogs, horsesâŚFeeble-minded creatures, but the human need to anthropomorphize makes you believe that they are perhaps not so different from yourself. A spider, on the other handâŚâ
She let out a long whine as he pinned the spider to one position in the air and made it hover slowly towards her face. She screamed when it came to a stop in front of her. Its legs were still moving, but it was facing her. She could not breathe.
âItâs scared,â Raphael cooed mockingly. âTerrified, like you. Yet you cannot sympathize with it. Your brain will not let you. So much for human compassion, hm?â
He got up from his chair. He snapped his fingers, and the spider disappeared. He leaned down slightly and loosely put his hand around her neck. The claw on his thumb dug into her as he tilted her head back to look at him.
âLook at me.â
She whimpered and looked up at his face.
âTell me, my sweet,â he purred. âWhat is it like to stare into the eyes of a creature and realizing that they do not work like you? That they do not have feelings in any way that you understand them? That there is nothing human in thereâŚâ
She looked into those yellow eyes of his and felt the same way as he just described.
âTerrifyingâŚâ she muttered.
âGood,â he said in a low growl, smiling at her. âTerrifying, yes.â
He snapped his fingers, and she felt something on her shoulder. She frantically tried to move away, but Raphaelâs grip around her neck tightened. He pushed her head back against the wall.
âDonât. Move,â he said firmly. âYou are not leaving this cell before you realize that the only thing in this world you will ever need to fear, is me. Serve me well, and you will never have to fear at allâŚâ
She felt the spiders furry legs move slowly over her skin. She gasped for breath as her tears started rolling down her cheeks again. She knew that Raphael would not stop this before she did as he said. His grip loosened when he saw her freeze instead of continuing her attempt to flee.
He let go of her and stood up tall to admire her pathetic state on the floor. He began unbuttoning his doublet while he watched. She felt the spiders legs on her collarbone, slowly making its way across her chest. She sobbed quietly and did everything in her power not to move.
âI think it likes you,â Raphael purred in an amused tone.
He hung his doublet over the chair. He was only in his white shirt and pants, and she could now see just how excited the whole situation was making him. His erection strained against his pants. He walked closer to her so that he was now towering above her.
He slowly tipped her head back with a claw under her chin.
She screamed but the fear had now paralyzed her so much that she could not move even if she wanted to. There were hundreds of them above them on the ceiling, and they were all the size of a palm. The scream turned into a sob as she stared upwards.
He was smiling in an almost fond way as he feasted on her terrified expression. She felt his hand cup her cheek. He wiped the tears on her cheeks with his palm, before moving his hand to his now freed member. He gave it a few lazy strokes, using her tears to lubricate his length while he watched her with a heavy-lidded gaze. He gave a content sigh.
He put his thumb and index finger on each side of her jaw with his free hand, forcing her to open her mouth.
âIf I feel teeth, I will show you the true meaning of fear,â he warned.
He ran the tip of his cock over her bottom lip, smearing his precum on her trembling mouth. He pressed his cock inside and her mouth closed around it. A deep groan escaped his mouth.
âSuch a good girl,â he purred with a smile.
He began slowly moving in and out of her mouth with languid thrusts. His hand moved to where the spider had nestled in her cleavage to pick it up. He gently placed it on her head, making her sob around his cock. She choked as she forced herself not to bite him. He growled in pleasure.
âWe are making such wonderful progress, my dear,â he said. His voice was slightly breathier and huskier now. âI believe that you are beginning to understand⌠Fear does not excuse negligence.â
Her eyes closed shut as she could feel the spiderâs legs on her face. She whimpered, but the sound came to an abrupt end when he shoved his cock further down her throat. He gently shushed her and caressed her tear-stained cheek with his thumb. She could not breathe.
She gagged but he did not seem to care. The sounds she made, the way her crying and trembling was making her throat feel, the way she looked so utterly pathetic: it was pure bliss for him. He suddenly snapped his fingers. She felt the spider on her face disappear. Her eyes opened and she looked at the ceiling: nothing.
She did not get to revel in her relief before Raphael started fucking her face with hard, violent thrusts. His hand clasped around her throat again in a hard grip. She could not breathe at all, and she started squirming and panicking. Her limbs flailed as she tried to get away, but her back was up against the wall. There was nowhere to move.
She tried pushing him away, hitting his legs, but he was unmovable. She looked up at him with panicked and pleading eyes, and it only seemed to excite him further. He did not cease his violent assault on her face.
âI lost a small fortune,â he growled. âAll because of a frightened, stupid, little girl.â
She tried everything to move, but his grip on her only tightened when she did. Soon, she would not have the energy to fight anymore. Her throat was hurting so much. The grim thought that this might be how she died flashed into her mind, making her panic even worse.
âNothing would excite me more than watching the life leave your eyes,â he growled as if having read her thoughts. âInstead, I think I will let this be a reminder to you, dear girl: the next time you feel tempted to let your fear control you, remember what it gets you⌠Nothing.â
She stopped moving and she could feel herself slowly beginning to lose consciousness. He shoved his cock as far down her throat as it would go. Her nose was brushing against his pelvis. It was painful and she felt like throwing up. He gave a deep groan as he came down her throat.
She gasped for breath when he pulled out. She coughed hard. She spat a mix of blood, cum, and saliva onto the floor in front of her as she wheezed for breath. She felt like throwing up, but she couldnât.
When she finally looked up, Raphael was watching her with a small smile as he began buttoning his doublet.
âI trust you have learned your lesson?â
She nodded quickly. She could not stop coughing, and every cough felt swallowing knives.
âGood,â he purred. âYou did wellâŚâ
He turned and opened the door to the cell with a snap. She tried to scramble to her feet to follow him out. Just as she had gotten up off the floor, he stepped outside the cell and closed the door in her face.
He smirked as he looked at her for a long moment. Then his eyes slowly drifted to the ceiling above her. Her lips began trembling again as she kept looking at him.
âKorrilla will come get you in the morning,â he said in a cold, even tone. âIf I have decided to forgive you by thenâŚâ
There was the softest thud as she felt something land on her shoulder. Then another on the floor. Then another as she felt something fall off her head. Then another.
There were no more tears in her, and no screams came out of her ruined throat. Just a quiet, broken wheeze came out of her mouth as she looked upwards.
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DEMON BUSTERS!! â About Nezuko
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And so, the long awaited Nezuko post has arrived!!! Sorry for the long wait everyone, I had to work out some lore stuff and this kept getting delayed, so letâs just get right into it! In case you donât know or need a refresher, in this modern kny au the Demon Slayer Corps has updated and rebranded into the Demon Busters! People have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates so to make their jobs easier theyâve been running ad campaigns! However this installment is a little different as this is NOT an ad campaign! To protect Nezuko they did not run an ad campaign on her. Instead, this is known as an âaboutâ. Several other characters will be getting an about section but letâs start with our favorite girl Nezuko!
â Lore Dump Incoming!!â
In this au, Nezuko got turned on her birthday. It was supposed to be a fun celebration, she would spend the night at her friendsâ house and then go home the next morning to help her family prepare for New Years. Of course when the day actually came, there were complications as Tanjirou would not let her go for whatever reason, stating that he had a âbad feelingâ about it. But nothing ever happens in their small town! In fact, the biggest event in a long while was their fatherâs death a couple months prior. Eventually, after some back and forth they just chalked it up to him being paranoid and she was able to go.
It wasnât just paranoia. Nobody knew that anything was wrong until the next morning. Tanjirou had gone to pick Nezuko up since nobody had heard anything from her, and was met with a gruesome sight. Just like in canon, Nezuko was the only survivor, but she seemed to be a little off⌠Firstly, she had tried to attack Tanjirou before quickly coming to her senses after a man called Giyuu Tomioka appeared, stating that he was a âDemon Busterâ and she was a âdemonâ and that he had to slay her. And secondly she no longer had a taste for human food and just slept all the time! Luckily, nobody was slayed, and the siblings were instructed to find a man named Sakonji Urokodaki, Tomiokaâs teacher. But they couldnât just leave! Not after everything. So they came to an agreement: because Nezuko was able to quell her hunger and more or less function like a normal human, the two would go home for now, and then Tomioka would come to pick them up at a later date. As it turned out, in order for Nezuko to get her humanity back, sheâd have to become a âDemon Busterâ. A perfect way to bring in the new year..
In this au Nezuko keeps her humanity and is more of her own person. This makes it easier for her to get around and get info from other demons easier. She also conquers the sun slightly earlier, but weâll get to that later. She wasnât able to really show herself to her family that often until she was able to learn how to disguise herself from none other than Yushiro. Her having a sense of self and a personality separate to Tanjirou also allows for them to go their separate ways a bit more. Of course they stick together but itâs not like Nezuko is bound to the box. They have missions that sometimes requires Tanjirou to go completely solo, thus Nezuko is left to her own devices.
Overall, I really want to explore Nezukoâs character more and thereâs so much more to her than what can be explained in a single post. I guess youâll just have to tag along to find out more huh? This will also allow me to expand more on her relationship in regards to Zenitsu. In canon, it seemed a little one-sided since we werenât able to get Nezukoâs point of view, but in this au I want to show more mutual interest so it doesnât come off as weird as it did in canon. This also allows her to make her own friends (read: Muichirou, Senjurou, Genya, and more). Nezuko is a very fun character to explore in this au and I canât wait to show you guys more!
Also did I mention that a lower moon is seeking to kill her? No? Oh, my bad.
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Hey! Thanks for sticking around. Sorry this one took a while! After this we will most likely be getting Tamayo and Yushiro!! Inosuke and Kanao will have to wait a little bit longer because I still have to figure out things lore/design wise. As for Hashira, the next one will either be Giyuu or Shinobu! Thatâs all for now and thanks for all the support on this au!! Feel free to ask me about anything lore-related! Iâll see you in the next one!
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more homicipher human au hcs for the other characters (the ones in the hospital w human! mr. crawling)
mr. silvair
heâs a research assistant at a very low-key, borderline abandoned hospital. he likes doing crazy experiments during his downtime, so he didnât want to study at a top-class hospital with high demands.
he wears a lab coat and tinted safety goggles at all times, hiding and protecting his eyes.
heâs not a paranormal enthusiast like mr. scarletella, but he does keep up with the news. heâs personally very fascinated at the increase of dead bodies around the area. helps with his research.
heâd love to get a hold of a real monster one day. not for any noble reason like handing them over to authorities, but to experiment on them.
lo and behold, one of the patients in the hospital, mr. crawling, brings in someone who looks suspiciously like the serial killer wanted by the police at the moment. how exciting.
mr. chopped
a cheerful patient from the hospital. heâs paralyzed from the neck down due to a series of incidents. heâs only alive due to the results of mr. silvairâs unethical medical technology.
while heâs a little insecure about needing help from mr. silvair and other medical staff, he remains pretty positive about his situation.
since he canât move much, heâs very particular with the things he can do to himself, like getting a haircut. it makes him feel a lot better.
enthusiastic about the mcâs arrival. if you help assist him, like feeding him or even combing his hair. heâll be eternally grateful.
he especially enjoys it when heâs being wheeled around on his special wheelchair. heâs also pretty well versed around the area, so he can tell you where things are if mr. crawling isnât already helping.
mr. stitch
he actually works at the hospital. but because that hospital literally has no standards, he gets away with doing stupid stuff like pranking the patients and sneaking in funny toys to kill his boredom.
he looks like a patient despite actually being a staff member bc heâs gotten several skin grafts through the years. what can i say? heâs a reckless guy.
he often bothers mr. crawling, but mr. stitch thinks theyâre friends.
heâs actually quite lonely. a lot of his old friends in school shunned him because his pranks went too far. he just wants to make people laughâŚ
so when the monster!mc enjoys his pranks, he tries his best to come up with crazier ones to get her to laugh some more.
he thinks sheâs really fun and believes he found a like-minded spirit in her.
but when he does pull the crazy bus prank on her, mr. crawling goes ballistic. mr. crawling wasnât all that bothered by mr. stitch up until he decided to mess with the mc.
the incident leaves him with the need for another skin graft. this time, courtesy of mr. silvair.
other human au hcs for more context:
#no drawings this time#got lazy#share your own hcs as well! i love hearing them#homicipher#homicipher au#mr silvair#mr chopped#mr stitch#homicipher mc#mr. stitch#mr crawling#mr. crawling#mr. silvair#mr. chopped#mr scarletella#mr. scarletella
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Bravo to you for choosing not to let Rem be forgiven so easily. Honestly I've never been a big fan of Rem as a character, sometimes her endless pandering and obsession with subaru just really annoys me instead, and I've never understood people looking at her doing all that and then saying âWow that's so hot I'm so jealous of Subaru!â
As for the ones who want her deeds to be easily forgiven by everyone, my personal guess is that they all only care about her body and the unheathy way she forces herself to act like the perfect waifu just for Subaru's sake, but subconsciously they can't stand the shit she did either, so they secretly want their favorite waifu to be a perfect being without flaws. But to me, isn't it essential to love a character and accept their flaws as well? They did wrong things, but there's no doubt THEY did them anyway, and that is part of what makes them who they are. Another thing is that forgiveness has to be earned, we're not cruel, coldhearted, or closeminded for not forgiving someone who hurts us. So I too agree with that anon who thinks WHDAA cast need to to beat some sense into Subaru on way too forgiving and tolerating the people who have hurt/killed him.
But now that you've decided to do that, beware of those rabid Rem stans coming after you and I'm worried that their harassment goes overboard and affects your personal life
I will say â I believe that Rem and Subaruâs canon dynamic is one of the most intriguing and multifaceted dynamics in the entire series. Their parallels regarding their insecurities and family members, their mutually codependent tendencies, the way they run the risk of becoming each otherâs perfect enablers, the genuine sense of love and affection that runs parallel to the unintentional toxicity fostered within their relationship â itâs all really interesting stuff. In fact, exploring their dynamic through the lens of outsiders (including amnesiac!Rem) finally getting to peer under the hood is one of the main reasons I wanted to write a react fic at all.
As for why people like her â honestly, I think itâs kinda easy to guess? Sheâs a very cutely designed anime girl, sheâs incredibly well-voiced, her insecurities are genuinely relatable, sheâs got a super awesome oni power-up transformation, her morning star lends itself to some of the best choreographed action scenes in the series (or at least Season 1), she appeals to the whole âsubmissive maidâ aesthetic that she knows Subaru finds attractive (and that also appeals to the target demographic of Re:Zero specifically, letâs be real here) â and frankly, there are so many scenes in anime where characters weâre supposed to like do fucked up shit that itâs not difficult to justâŚgloss over the whole âtortured the mc for several hoursâ part of her character. Itâs understandable, especially if youâre not an insane person who spends all their time hyperanalyzing the anime theyâre a fan of like I am. I donât think itâs really that far of a leap for her to develop such a massive following, she was basically designed to be as popular an anime waifu as physically possible.
But then, that clash can becomeâŚa little uncomfortable if youâre writing a story where âRem tortures Subaruâ is a major plotpoint, and if you donât want to reevaluate their entire relationship, it makes sense to find a way to just â get the characters to move along, much like a lot of the irl audience does.
But I really like toxic characters and angst and complicated relationships and all that fun stuff, so thatâs what Iâm gonna focus on. âAlso Rem is WORSE in the LN. Girl starts fantasizing about whisking Subaru away while heâs practically comatose from shock (second Arc 3 loop) and then also makes a comment like âeven if he had tried to assault her in her sleep, she knew she never would have resistedâ like GIRL??? The idea of not tapping that insane well of potential drama is ludicrous to me lmaooâ especially because I really donât care about maintaining the status quo ;)
(Also frankly, anyone who would start seriously harassing me over whether or not I share their opinion about a fucking anime girl is too pathetic for me to care about. I honestly donât think Iâll get that big of a response â especially not on Tumblr âGay Websiteâ Dot Com â but even if I doâŚI donât care, lmao.)
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shotaro as your boyfriend ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛
happy taro day <3 i love him so much you guys :(
matching couple items - you have a bunch of matching hoodies, rings & necklaces, beanies, etc
will give his part of the match to you a few days before he leaves for a overseas schedule so it will carry your scent, for when he misses you extra
overall very obsessed with you
always taking pictures of you or the two of you together
has you as his lockscreen and a picture of you at the back of his phone
so cuddly and so clingy
his hands are always on you in some way
holding hands is favorite way
hands on your waist, arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand on top of your head, playing with your hair while heâs paying attention to something else
will pull you in his lap every chance he gets, wrapping his arms around your middle and tucking his chin over your shoulder, gives a quick peck to your temple/cheek before focusing his attention on the topic again
always texting you when he has some extra time
plays games with you via imessage literally all the time
especially when he has schedules overseas - text you in middle of the night for you and youâll wake up to his spam
âmiss you so muchâ âstage today was good babyâ âi miss my angelâ âwish i could be in you armsâ âi need cuddles:(â
sends you so many pictures throughout his day - many many selfies but even more pictures of things that remind him of you
loves having you lay your head on his chest as you watch tiktoks together (imagine his giggles :()
obsessed with getting compliments from you, especially on his dancing - gives him a huge ego boost if it comes from you
always looks at you with the fondest smile on his face
would love to teach you some japanese if you donât speak it, mostly making you say things like âshotaro is the most handsomeâ (no lie detected) but would go crazy over teaching you some domestic things for when youâre meeting his family
would absolutely love if youâd dance with him
send you a lot of fun pics (have you seen his body?????? the abs??????the chest?????????????:!:âmdjsndjdjd)
nsfw below - mdni
i think heâs a freak - i donât buy the innocent act
obsessed with your ass
always has a hand on it, squeezing it whenever he gets stressed
loves to hit it from the back so he can see your ass jiggle around his dick
very fond of trying anal
might put a finger into your ass when he fucks you from behind, always wanting to stuff you full in the best way possible
shotaro loves eating you out, especially when you sit on his face and he gets to have your ass in his face - drowning in your pussy
would love to try 69, moaning against your wetness as you take him down your throat - it would only result in him spanking your ass every time you get distracted by his tongue tho
on the topic of that he absolutely loves spanking the shit out of you
sends you videos of him jerking off whenever heâs away (with sound)
very very whiny & very fond of moaning directly into your ear
very nasty mouth
pull you up during doggy, pressing your back against his chest while he stuffs your mouth with his fingers
#riize#osaki shotaro#riize smut#riize hard thoughts#riize hard hours#riize imagines#riize x reader#osaki shotaro smut#osaki shotaro hard thoughts#osaki shotaro imagines#osaki shotaro x reader
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hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):
@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax
@wheelsnipecelebrini
@korshrimpski (EDIT: it wonât?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)
what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?
if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!
its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:
this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!
here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):
personal oc art
wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!
in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3
I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:
Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:
unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)
here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!
gifts for my friends :3
back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!
I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.
Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3
For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.
Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)
Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:
if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)
#hiiii... late with starbucks (gigantic wip dump now i feel good about sharing again)#puckpainting#tag game#eye contact#the . the tag thingy for half of these aint working HELP <3
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god i know we all get caught up in the buddie of it all but i think buck's character arcs need more praise for what they are.
evan "buck" buckley is such a compelling character. i've had so much joy watching him grow out of his frat boy ways into this solid fantastic dude like we watch him settle into himself thru 1 and 2 and build his support system. he starts a bit self-centered but i *love* it cuz we get to watch his capacity for empathy just grow and grow and grow and it's so amazing to see. i feel like that's something we forget sometimes--empathy is a skill you can learn. sure it's a little inherent but there's a reason kids get literally taught to consciously put themselves in other peoples shoes. you can also tell BUCK is feeling this growth (the buck 1.0 to 2.0 to 3.0 of it all etc.)
then he gets knocked down with the ladder truck and the embolism and it just *shakes* him. i relate to his desperate reach for adulthood so much and he just clings to it in all the wrong ways but at the same time we watch him learn about himself and the people are him. by seasons 4 and 5 he's had to confront his own insecurities in a big way when it comes to what family means to him and what being *him* meant to him.
i'm mainly thinking about this rn because season 6 is so great. like buck is just growing into his leadership and it's so nice to see. he's starting to WANT responsibility in a way he never did before. he's had a steady stream of trust and encouragement and life lessons ever since he's joined the 118 and you REALLY see the big changes in the lightning episodes and what follows. we're watching him thru another long recovery and he's taking it so well when compared to the embolism. he's just my favorite even tho i could barely stand his pigheadedness in the 1st like 3 episodes đ
even with this weird sperm donor arc i can see where they're going with this. i think the fandom babies buck a bit (which is fair only becuz he's the baby and the favorite i'm pretty sure lmao) but this arc is a really good thing for making him think about who he is outside of what he can give and how he separates himself from the giving.
i hope he learns what he's allowed to keep and take soon tho (maybe in season 8...after a certain hiatus đđđ)
i haven't gotten farther than 6.12 but i also watch all the spoilers on tiktok so Bi Buck!!! i'm so pumped for him and i am also gonna lose it waiting to see what happens.
also wanna give a shoutout to the cinematography!! they do some really cool stuff and i've never seen anyone mention it before because we focus on the buddie and the failures of the show (cuz they are there even tho ive been gushing this whole time)
like the chase scene in The Devil You Know is really good. also the wonky camera choices in In Another Life are so fun!!
thank u tiktok edits for getting me into this silly little firefighter show (also does anyone else wanna join the fire academy now đđ)
#911 abc#evan buckley#buck buckley#buddie#happy rant#idk i needed to talk about it#love buck so much#and holy crap i didn't realize i wrote that much lol
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