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Warning: Implied stalking, nonconsensual kissing, jealousy and obsessive behaviour. It’s bakugo. Come on. [Timeskip scenario Pro-hero Katsuki Bakugo and fem reader, not proofread.] Summary: You ignored him for as long as he remembers, even when you were teammates, even as pro-heroes, and nothing sets him more than being ignored.

He hates her. He's sure he does. 

Even when she ignores him, even when she doesn't notice him he knows he hates her and yet here he was, getting desperate for her, for attention, for something that wasn't just blissful ignorance.

He remains firmly seated behind her refusing to move and let anyone else take his place he wants to sit beside her he wants to make sure she can't ignore him after all those years, he's not a teenager anymore, he's a man. He wants her to admire him, he wants her to look at him and love him with her eyes. 

However, raccoon eyes had already plopped down beside her and jumped her with sensitive questions 'I heard about that dating scandal with Todoroki omg are you seeing each other?!' Smiling so big he could scowl at her but he resisted and maintained his stern facade, chugging down another cup of whatever Kirishina kept pouring while talking his ear out and commenting on how much prettier 'she' looked. How she had a glow-up and how he should shoot his shots if he still harbours any feelings from high school. 

He doesn't want to say anything, he shouldn't but he narrows his eyes at his best friend with a frown and debates whether to ask for help or shut him out like he usually does. "Shut up…" he growls out as his eyes instantly drift towards her, her back facing him, her hair that used to be longer back when they were classmates slightly shorter and her voice… it still made his heart race. 

She doesn't bother with him, she doesn't try to get close to him even after he has taken plenty of hits for her in battles. She's not ungrateful and yet… she doesn't look at him. 

He almost regretted coming to their reunion party, he should have just stayed home after his patrol and gone by his business instead of watching her like a pining idiot. So lost in thought he barely registers his best friend's arm wrapping around his shoulder and his encouraging words. Trying to be manly and give out exclusive advice on how he should court her, how he should approach her and how he should let go of his frowns.

Strangely enough, he listens instead of snapping back and letting his pride get in the way again. He's grown to an extent and while some would agree he knew not everyone had the same sentiment, however, he wonders how she views him now more than anybody else. 

As the party carries on, he sees something strange and feels his heart skip a beat. She looked at him, without him going far and beyong to get her attention— she willingly turns around curiously and lock eyes with him. 

He stares back and she stares back, only darting her gaze elsewhere when she hears someone cheer and say something. He's not sure why he doesn't hate her now, he just knows he wants her attention on him every single time and he's desperate to not be ignored again. 

His eyes are fixed on her when she gets up and waves goodbye to everyone while holding on her purse with those delicate hands he loves so much, her bright smile directed to her former classmates and himself included had his jealous thoughts coming back like the dull ache of his healed injuries. 

He doesn't wait for anything or anybody else as he surges up to his feet, ignoring the excited 'good luck!' from Kirishima and following after her right as she leaves the function hall. He doesn't want her to leave. He needs her to look at him. 

He quickly follows after her with sweaty palms and a racing heart, his eyes infatuated with the flow of her hair and every single thing about her that has him staring up at the ceiling sleepless and desperate every night. He doesn't want to be ignored anymore, he hates it when she ignores him. He wants her to keep looking at him as though he's her entire world. 

"Oi! Slow down...!" He yells and stops beside her, softly glaring down at her with a scowl that lacked any of his usual aggression. 

"Bakugo. You are leaving early as well?" She asks in that curious tone of hers with a hesitant smile, he knows she's cautious of his presence, like she's always been. 

"Yeah, who would want to stick around drunken idiots?" He responds and leans closer ever so slightly to observe her, to narrow his eyes and look straight into her pretty eyes. He appreciates how innocent she can be at times, how pure and untainted she could be even after facing so many bloody trials and watching him bleed. 

"True, good point." She nods and smiles a little. Resuming her slow walk down the hallway and stepping out into the cold night air, he follows behind her like he usually does. Even when he wants to stand beside her, hold her hand and keep her close. 

It was times like these when he wondered why he even loved her when she barely acknowledged him. What made her stand out to him? What had him following her around like a lovesick puppy? He couldn't tell and he didn't want to figure out his feelings when he's always been so sure of his decisions. 

He loves her. He wants her to want him. Even with his pride dragging him down after he's let go of it. His pride has ruined a lot of things. His expectations have also ruined everything. 

What a fool he must have been to declare he would be the number one pro-hero when he's not even in the top 10 anymore. His rankings were as unpredictable as his moods and as unreachable at times as her. He knows he will climb back up the ladder again, he knows he won't sleep or rest until he does, until he succeeds. 

Until he's conquered the challenge. 

And that challenge was her. 

And it also didn't help that he loved her, that he thought about her more and more day and night when he should be training and running his hero agency when he shouldn't be dreaming about her admiring him and touching him. 

He feels his thoughts get muddy and uncontrollable again, he's always been obsessive, hasn't he? 

Achieve one thing and move on to the next. Play his life as though it were a series of challenges that begged his attention, and every time, he gives in until he's won. 

He suddenly reaches out and grabs her hand, preventing her from taking another step away from him. He stares at her, his grip slowly tightening when he should be letting go. She's a challenge he can't acquire. She's a challenge that's meant to destroy him inch by inch, and here he was, holding onto her. 

With his other hand, he slowly reaches up to cup her face keeping count of how many times she's seen his lips and eyes and how many times she's looked away from them. He stares at her, doesn't say anything even when he's sure she's saying something. 

And like an impulsive surge of electricity, he leans and claims her lips with his own. Kissing her slowly and pulling her closer, holding her in place so she doesn't pull back and ignore him. He's convinced he'll do something reckless if she ignores him one more time. 

He parts her lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss and traces his hand down to gently wrap around her neck, to bring her closer and closer until she is all but his. 

He barely pulls back from the kiss, softly panting for air while he stares deep into her eyes and watches her look at him with an unreadable expression. The fact that she hasn't pulled away from him has him drawing her back for another desperate kiss, uncaring if someone sees them, or if they both end up on the front page of a news article. 

At this point, he wants to be her dating scandal. He wants to be her public secret. Her lover. He doesn't want there to be any doubt that he's hers and she's his. 

Or else he will find the journalist who wrote about her and that icy hot bastard being together and beat them to a bloody pulp. 

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Aggression and Love

Summary: When you picked up his call you should have known to hang it up.

Warning: Contains spoilers for the ending of MHA, swearing and cursing, implied stalking, some tame stuff from me.

Some days, she wonders if she was the problem.

However, she knew how to be good. A little too much.

Before a ring was forced on her finger, she never learned how to cook, all she could do was cut, slice, wash and chop but she learned by watching him. His back was always turned to her while he chopped greens, seeming effortlessly easy and perfectly diced. Sometimes he would let her observe him up close when he was feeling affectionate, letting her help him even though he never trusted her.

At least it didn't seem like he did.

She had been carefully forcing her knife through the tomatoes, observing the flesh of her ingredient come apart and split in half when she stopped and looked out the window.

There were times she could get punished for no reason, even though she hadn't meant for anything to happen he took it as a sign of intelligence and somehow he felt threatened she knew how to be smart, she knew how to behave, he knew she was as talented as he was if not more and he felt a strange sense of tightness in his chest.

She’d seen him so much she could almost predict his mood swings, know what made him restless, what drove him crazy. Even though there were times she never understood him she made sure to be quiet, perhaps that's also why he glared at her so viciously. He wasn't dumb that's something she will say for certain.

She glanced towards him, his arms moving back and forth across the cutting board, his back turned to her as if he was trusting her not to do anything stupid and she knew she wouldn't. She looked down at the sliced tomatoes and thought back, mindlessly rubbing the solid form of her ring— thinking if she had done the right thing.

The fact that she relented so quickly under his pressure and ended up getting married made her second guess just how strong she was.

"Idiot, stop spacing out. You better not cut your finger."

She blinked and slowly let out a sigh she was holding in, his stern voice ringing in her ear as she nodded and quickly moved her hand to finish cutting up ingredients for him. She put it aside for him to use and leaned against the counter, briefly looking over to his back.

Then, back at the door.

She hadn't tried to escape even once, even though she was tempted to run away as far as possible but the death bolts on the entrance disagreed, she remembers him installing them when she had proved to be smart enough to slip past him under the disguise of getting some snacks but of course, he didn't believe her.

He knew her, and she knew him a little better but he knew that too well.

After all, that's why they used to be paired up together in team battles, assignment projects, and even outside of school before they graduated and slowly grew apart until she made the mistake of picking up one of his calls a year back.

She had a feeling he used to like her back when she would get stuck with him on a team, having to hear him yell out commands and sometimes even encouragement though she could never confirm and be sure. He wasn't like the other guys she observed, he was… tempered, impatient, quick to lash out, quick to throw insults and quicker to prove he was the best. The fact that she remained unbothered, and patient and even knew how to talk in his language made her his most sought-after partner in battles and even team-ups.

Even Mr. Aizawa paired her up with him most of the time and that ultimately led them to become friends, almost. In order to adapt, she had gotten a glimpse into him and she wondered if that's what got him to change his feelings, if the fact that she simply listened, and talked when needed had managed to soften his heart.

She couldn't tell.

Thinking back if she hadn't picked up his call that afternoon, she could have avoided lots of things.

"Hey." His voice was gruff and deeper than the one she remembered back in UA, but still, it held a unique charm to it. She usually doesn't pick up calls outside of work but that day she felt compelled to pick it up and bring it up to her ear, hearing his voice and wondering if she should have kept it short.

"Yo. Surprised to see you called me?" She recalled having given him her number for some reason, to guide him to her house for one of their bigger projects, she’d even visited his home one time, one time by herself and the other time with Kirishima but she tried not to stay long.

"Hmph, why the hell are you surprised idiot?"

Still the same she remembered thinking, no matter how well they knew each other he would always call her some dumb nickname he had come up with, idiot being the most used, and her name the least used.

"We haven't talked much after graduation."

"Well, it's not like I have the time to waste talking around, I had better things to do." She had been almost tempted to ask him why he decided to call her then but this was his typical response and she had heard it before.

She hummed and kept quiet, wanting to see if he could spill the beans and tell her why he had called her if he was so busy.

"Damnit I hate it when you do that! Speak up, dumbass!" He’d gotten irritated and yelled, as usual, if she hadn't known him before this she would have imagined herself distancing from him, if she had known him all by herself just the two of them excluding their friends, she would have avoided him.

For some reason, she's glad she doesn't have to be in the same classroom as him now.

"Right. Why'd you call me?" She asked in a firm soft tone, looking around her room to distract herself.

"Tch, why? Why do you think I called, idiot, use your brain. We are giving Deku the suit we've been investing in, and you have to be there, don't forget it like a dumbass and be there on time!"

"I did not forget.”

"You better not have! I expect you to be there on time, don't be late."

He, her and the rest of her classmates had been contributing to the cause, and she figured he would want everyone to be there and have a small reunion. She had missed those few get-to-together before and remembered receiving a noticeable number of missed calls from him, angry calls she would assume.

"Alright." She responded and waited for him to say anything else he needed to say, she’d lost touch with him after everything and didn't have much interest in catching up, talking and knowing what had happened in his life. For lack of a better term, she simply didn't care even though she did. In a way she contradicted herself and she realized that.

"Ugh… damn it, seriously sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself, where the fuck did your incessant yapping go? You barely kept your mouth shut."

That was only when they talked about things they were interested in, fighting, techniques, ultimate moves, and sometimes deeper stuff but those were rare so she knew he was trying to get her to talk, dare she say maybe he even missed it.

"I don't Yap as much as you did." She decided to play along, figuring she could humour him, even though it could unintentionally lead him to get riled up but that had lessened after everything. At least a little.

"Yeah yeah shut up…"

Then there was silence, she couldn't tell if it was an uncomfortable one or a pause to simply savour the moment that was unlike him, but she could hear him softly breathing in and out on the other side and some shuffling.

Then, he'd dropped a bomb.

"… I missed you." It was softer than what she would have usually heard from him, his voice was low and almost… gentle. She would have missed it if she hadn't been paying attention.

Although it did not confirm anything about his feelings, she knew something had changed and they could sense it.

Like a Fool, she agreed. "Yeah."

After that call, things started going downhill. Getting to see all her classmates together to give Izuku a chance to be a hero again was sweeter than she expected and she admired everyone to an extent, though she couldn't help but be proud of how far Bakugo had come, helping someone who he had bullied and who had been his friend and seeing them reconciled was a good sight. Seeing someone who had bullied a person, cared and empathised with them had certainly left a good impression on her of him.

And she almost didn't mind spending more time with him, even if they seemed small in comparison they piled up.

They occasionally got together with a few others to grab a coffee or have lunch, though she noticed he’d sometimes try to make it so it was just the two of them, eating in each other's company and talking about things that had been irritating him. She would listen, and correct him if he was wrong even if it led to some petty arguments.

So she would say they had gotten a bit closer as friends even if he would upset her and be grumpy half the time. But she was used to it.

Of course, there were times when things would get needlessly heated and her patience was tested and she’d have to try harder than usual to keep her own temper in check, seeing as she hadn't been close with him for a few years she had gotten used to the ease that came along with not having to deal with him.

But she persisted and simply distanced herself. Maybe that was why he had gotten… forceful.

It was one of those rare days where they met up to have dinner after work and while she was quietly eating and enjoying her meal, she would notice him sneak glances at her, chewing and filling his mouth up, sometimes forcing food down his throat and looking irritated for no reason. Furrowing his eyebrows and watching his meal like he wanted to kill it.

But this was normal behaviour for him and she knew that despite feeling extremely uncomfortable and feeling an impending sense of doom, dread, and a pang of fear she would continue eating and thinking she would avoid this next time.

"Why aren't you talking?" He would suddenly begin, putting his chopsticks down harder than usual his voice hoarse and rough, and for some reason, she felt a shiver go down her spine, not the good kind. She'd never felt it before and it worried her.

She looked up at him from her food and blinked, observing his irritated expression and clenched jaw, "Guess I don't have much I want to talk about today." She replied straight to the point, casting her gaze down to her bowl of rice and comforting herself on the fact that they weren't all alone in the restaurant.

Maybe he had been agitated by something before this since she noticed him clenching his fist and looking out the window, letting out a frustrated huff and narrowing his eyes. "The hell you don't, you always had something to say to me the other days, what? You don't like sharing stuff with me now?”

It sounded confrontational to her like he was almost scolding her for not sharing her thoughts with him, like he was royally upset that she wouldn't tell him anything much and she was caught off guard by the rough tone of his voice.

She didn't know how to respond, usually, he didn't mind if she stayed quiet, in the past he preferred it but now he was demanding she tell him everything.

She gazed into his eyes and shook her head. Hoping it would work for the time being and not manage to upset him even more.

"If not then why the hell aren't you talking?!"

He gritted his teeth and glared at her, silently begging her to talk to him. She didn't know how to deal with the situation he had never usually forced her to speak up or talk to him but now… it almost seemed like he wanted to know everything, almost like he wanted to be sure of something.

And she feared she knew the reason.

"Sorry, I just… I've been tired lately."

Her response didn't pacify him instead he clenched his fist tighter and viciously glared at her, and if she didn't know they were friends she could say he hated her. He huffed and looked down, roughly picking up his chopsticks and beginning to eat again.

The comfortable silence had gotten tense and she felt it fester, she regretted coming outside.

Eventually, they finished their dinner and before she could say anything he paid for both her and his meal, ignoring her and stepping outside. She hesitantly followed him outside, trying to think of a way to say goodbye and part ways for the day.

But then, he spoke up.

"I'm driving you back home, I don't wanna hear any buts so just shut up.” He never gave her a choice, even if he did care, sometimes… it just unnerved her for some reason.

"No, it's fine I can get home by myself—”

"Didn't I tell you to shut up!? I'm driving you home and that's it, don't want you to tire yourself out."

He yelled this time and grabbed her wrist, pulling her a short distance not giving her time to respond before opening the door to his car and shoving her in, locking the door in her face and quickly walking around to get into the driver seat.

Maybe she had given him the perfect reason to force her into complying.

He started the car and drove away from the restaurant, gripping the stirring wheel and glaring at the road— she could hear him breathing, the tense silence between them only heightening her senses and prompting her to sneak a scrutinized gaze at him. He looked irritated and she didn't know if she had even done anything wrong to warrant it but clearly they were both giving each other the silent treatment or maybe… she was scared.

He kept driving, taking a different turn than what he would normally take but that made her heart drop nonetheless, alarming her into vigilance and forcing her to glance towards him. She tried telling herself he was taking a different route to her apartment but something didn't sit right with her.

She let out a tense sigh and swallowed.

But then, she noticed a conflicting scowl form on his face and suddenly he stopped the car, he gritted his teeth harder and glared down. Her heart sped up and she couldn't help but feel scared of her friend right now. He wasn't acting normal even if this was usually how he acted.

He let out a frustrated huff and snapped her head towards him, staring her down with an intense glare and making her think of whatever wrong she hadn't done to make him simmer in his own thoughts. He turned to the door and locked it— making sure all the doors stayed closed inside and outside the car.

Her heart dropped and she stared at him.

"You…" he growled out, turning his face back to her and leaning forward, letting go of the stirring wheel and staring at her.

He clenched his fist, tightening his jaw before opening his mouth again. "You and I… are fucking perfect for each other." His voice was rough, soft yet… scary at the same time, it made her want to keep her eyes on him and never look away because whatever was happening before her eyes was not normal.

"Damnit… we would be perfect! You and me—" He shouted, his voice reverberating inside the car and making her heart pound faster. It made her want to lean back but she didn't move. She couldn't.

"I'm perfect for you!! I… damnit!! Damnit!! I love you!!!" He leaned closer, there was something about his face that was making her head spin, the anger and the vulnerability in his eyes making her want to crawl into a hole and never come outside.

Because she knew, whatever happened after this was going to be out of her control.

"And you're ignoring that?! Why can't you see that huh!? You think you're better than me, don't you? You think I don't deserve you, right!?" She had never thought he saw her distance as a sort of superiority complex between them even if she knew how he felt or maybe she had failed to piece it together or he was only saying it in the heat of the moment, blind with rage and… love.

"You are wrong if you think you can marry some third-class guy who won't even love you! Nobody but me deserves you!!! I'm perfect for you and you know it!!"

His gaze frightened her.

"You think you can just go and marry some cheap guy when you could have me!? Fuck— you didn't even tell me you were getting proposals!! Some bullshit friend you are!!"

The fact that he knew made her skin crawl, she hadn't told anyone she was deciding to get married soon. Not even her closest friend.

"You think I'm going to let you marry whatever guy you like!? No way in hell am I going to let you throw me away like trash and get together with some extra dumbass who doesn't deserve you!!"

He suddenly grabbed her collar, getting into her face and heavily breathing down on her skin, staring down into her eyes and holding her in place with trembling hands trying not to shake her as she stared back at him with widened eyes, holding in her breath.

She hadn't thought this was how she was going to get proposed if she could even consider it that, being glared down and held by the collar forced to look into his eyes, making sure she couldn't look away. Making sure she couldn't ignore him.

Making sure she knew she had messed up somewhere down the line.

"Hey, focus on the food, I'm not reheating it if it gets cold you idiot." She snapped out of her tensed daydream and looked at him, sitting across her with furrowed eyebrows and slightly narrowed eyes. She blinked and quickly nodded, bringing herself back to the present and trying not to think about anything that could make him suspicious.

She picked up her spoon and began eating, keeping her eyes on the dish and trying not to focus on his presence too much. He sneaked glances towards her, watching her with a slightly frustrated expression.

Picking apart her demeanour and trying to figure out what was wrong with her, lunch together was always quiet and most of the time he liked it, the intimate domestic atmosphere— sitting with each other and sharing a meal, sleeping together after dinner, he would never admit it but he thought about it all day every day.

He loved the intimacy.

And the fact that they would spend their life together like this made his heart race.

Making all the locks he had around the house worth it.

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Just a short rant… I hope.

It makes a bit more sense why Bakugo bullied Deku (I am not condoning his actions) the main reason being that he was quirkless of course and to some extent, that he was a crybaby. But after reading the final chapters and learning that Bakugo was avoided by the girls— due to his personality, his harsh nature and even his bullying, I'd also add that to the list, it’d makes sense why he was extra explosive, he was probably salty.

Like a little too much… that could also explain why he got way worse than usual, he just thought that he was so much better than everybody and everyone, inflating his ego, and to a great extent his skills and quirk, maybe even his good looks, backed that up for him so there's that. The dude had to have been at least a little salty cause the girls didn't see him for his strengths and only his flaws I would guess, of course, he would never admit that.

And he does wear saggy pants— to look cool and stuff so there's that. And he and his middle school friends could have possibly sneaked into some shady place, like a bar. Of course, we know that Bakugo was worried about getting into trouble since he was going to apply to U.A. They ended up not going.

Then we know he got attacked by the sludge villain and the rest is history—

I don't know what to call this. Character analysis?

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A PINCH OF HATE

AVENTURINE x FEMALE!READER + DR. RATIO

Summary: Just Aventurine being a little brat and poking fun at Ratio- trying to make him jealous and showing off, and trying his best to spite Dr. Ratio. After all, the doctor might have feelings for his darling as well. [This is a little silly lol but I tried.]

Warning: Possessiveness, angst? Jealousy. Overall a lot of touching from Aventurine, he's lowkey obsessed.

"Perhaps you should learn from your companion a bit of self-restraint, gambler."

"Whatever do you mean doctor, I'm plenty patient." Aventurine ever the smug, slippery little guy grins and purs out a retort, she was hoping his grip on her waist would loosen and drift away but that hasn't happened yet and it's making her uneasy.

"Oh! Do you find her fascinating perhaps? Taken a liking to my darling, now that won't do." he giggled to himself, and if she hadn't been forced to stay with him for an entire week, she wouldn't have noticed his slight change in tone.

"Don't be ridiculous, I find her qualities to be much more preferable than yours."

"Sheesh, it almost sounds like you're after my darling here, doctor." Dr. Ratio ignored the blonde and turned his attention to her, asking, "Why do you stick around with idiots? You should have better places to be than here."

"Umm... I-" Aventurine pulled her close to his body and pouted, "I suppose we are idiots in love, doctor."

She couldn't tell him what happened for her to end up miserably hopeless beside Aventurine, or if she could even get a chance.

'Do you like him or do you not?' She was cornered one afternoon. During that time she began regretting stepping out of her office, Aventurine was just outside waiting for her and she didn't know what he had in mind. 'where's this coming from?' she tried to pry in-between them some space, nervously smiling and looking to her right but he kept nearing her with a smug smile.

'Come on, we are friends... Right? Don't friends share their secrets?' she hadn't considered him a close friend, though she did enjoy his company.

'I mean he considers me to be much inferior to him... Probably, I'm likely too dumb to be with a genius.'

'Ah~ I didn't mention who 'he' was.'

She playfully pushed him back and shyly looked down, 'You and your stupid mind games.'

'Let's make a bet.' He grinned, and she groaned. Though she did win some of his bets, it remained difficult. 'Not this one again.' she took a step back.

'Come on don't be like that~ it will be fun.' She sighed and he took it as his cue to carry on. He took long strides towards her and smiled wide.

'Go on a date with me or...' he leaned into her ear, breathing out the last of his wager, 'stop liking him.'

He was testing her, making good use of her feelings and manifesting everything in his favor, though she wasn't surprised. Aventurine was always one step ahead and she was an idiot.

She likely didn't stand a chance against him. Whatever he had planned for them both, she doubted he would consider her livelihood. Aventurine can be selfish with the things he wants, she's realized that.

Aventurine took his time rubbing salt into Dr. Ratio's unseen wound, slyly smirking and giving her a quick kiss on her lip and clearly, it left her bewildered.

Was that her first lip-to-lip contact?

"Ugh-" Dr. Ratio released a disgusted noise and clutched his book closer to his chest, "take your lovey-dovey display somewhere else." Aventurine let out a haughty laugh and grinned, "Shouldn't you be saying how wonderful of a couple we are? Are you jealous of me Doctor?"

"With you being a shameless gambler and her a decent lady, I don't find anything much appealing."

Aventurine faked a sad sigh and looked at her, "Don't mind him, he's being salty he hasn't acquired a beautiful maiden like yourself." he kissed her cheek and she was tempted to say she didn't mind him, at all but decided to remain silent. "Let's go select some of the rings I've prepared for you!" he leaned back a little and gently stirred her around to the exit with his hand still holding onto her hip.

"What? Surely you aren't thinking of involving her in your cunning schemes and putting her in grave danger. Or perhaps you've lost your mind." That made Aventurine stop and she took a peek at his face, he wasn't showing any emotion but she could sense some spitefulness.

Eventually, Aventurine turned his face and grinned back at Dr. Ratio, "You shouldn't care about what belongs to me, doctor."

She didn't get to see what expression Ratio had wore as Aventurine was quick on his feet and quickly dragged her along with him. She let him sit beside her during the ride back to his place, and though she had meant to keep her lips sealed and tucked tight, curiosity had begun to gnaw away her peace.

So she asked, "Does he like me too?" if it were anybody else, anybody like Dr. Ratio she would be given a scowl and a complicated response of yes and no, but this was Aventurine and he would have known something she didn't beforehand.

His hand gently touched her knee, and he gave her his signature smile, "Oh, it seems like the doctor isn't very good at being subtle, but I digress, as a potential partner doctor would be horrible and it would be a nightmare for both parties. So it shouldn't matter whether he liked you or not."

"Right." She didn't know how to respond and it wasn't like she was hoping for the doctor to return her feelings or share her sentiment.

Aventurine turned towards her and smiled, "Moving on, I think we should wear a matching pair of attire tomorrow, so let's go shopping!"

She nodded, she couldn't lie she was enjoying the attention Aventurine was showering her with.

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Aventurine with an innocent darling who's very vulnerable to his schemes and doesn't understand his motives for gifting her a ring, necklaces, expensive perfumes, and dresses that match his preference, finds it hard to believe that he's doing all this for her without a reason.

Doesn't say anything whenever he puts his hand around her waist and drags her along with him anywhere and everywhere he goes, when he leans close she doesn't move back, in a way Aventurine would find her daring and bold, which he would like. A lot.

Seeing as she never declines or rejects him, his advances, his gifts, his messages, their intimacy, and his touch, he considers her his best friend.

Which in time would soften his heart, they would play games that were to her liking (because he would always have her lose to his bets and wagers) but if you look at it from a stranger's point of view, she's playing a dangerous game and she's falling right into his trap, wearing his gifts, following him around, it wouldn't end well.

So of course, someone would eventually warn her and tell her to stay as far away as possible from the IPC executive, which to Aventurine's dismay, works. She's playing distance with him and doesn't laugh or smile as much as she would have before everything she was told messed up her mind, runs home after he keeps insisting that she stay the night and they could have a sleepover, however, they keep drifting apart every time he gets too overbearing.

Everything she does hurts his feelings and drags him further down.

Losing someone who didn't have ulterior motives, who didn't want him to be their friend for his money, influence, his looks, his luck, makes him all the more clingy and desperate.

He wants her back, so the first thing he does is make sure everyone keeps their mouths shut and never thinks about influencing his best friend. Which works, at least for a while.

He's attached to her, he can't consider losing her after everything they've been through, so even if she doesn't realize it, the damage has been done, and she can never look at Aventurine the same. Surely, he will learn about it soon enough.

He could try manipulating her, but what's the use? They've lost their genuine friendship, and it drives him crazy, makes him bitter, and makes him want to do things to whoever dragged his darling away.

He might resort to desperate measures.

So now, he's doing everything he used to do but ten times worse, giving her endless rows of gifts, and spending an unimaginable amount of money on her in hopes they can rekindle their friendship.

But something is still holding her back.

"You should stay the night," he said in his usual light tone, taking a glance to gauge her response. She smiled nervously, and he knew she would decline.

"No, I gotta get home but next time surely," promising him her next time had gotten old, even though she had only stated it twice. He looked away for a moment, trying his best not to squeeze her shoulder.

"You know, you've promised me that twice already and it still hasn't come true."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just... I don't want to bother you." she looked down.

"I wonder if it is because of those people. You can easily be manipulated, I've already told you that so many times, so why can't you try to form your own opinion?" he didn't say it in a belittling manner, nor was his tone heavy in malice but anyone could tell something was wrong.

Aventurine has never been passive-aggressive, at least not with her.

"That's... Kinda mean." she tried to pull his arm, trying to shrug off his touch but that didn't stop nor discourage him because he just laughed and pulled her back to him.

"I was just kidding! Surely you would have known that by now sweetheart." he also never called her 'sweetheart'.

She looked at him, his wide grin and beautiful eyes peering down at her had always consoled her but now it was telling her to run away.

But with how tight he was holding onto her, she feared it would be impossible to get away now.

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Yeah! Just seeing the reader's worldview of a fanfic is so magical, you know? We, authors, get to see what our readers see through their fanart, and honestly, without a reader's imagination, stories can't exist.

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

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QUIET + QUIET = NAUGHTY

YANDERE ALHAITHAM

Summary: Alhaitham used to be your mentor, and after leaving him behind and pursuing another career, he finds a way to bind you to him. [This was sitting in my drafts for so long that I decided to just publish it so if it's bad, my bad lol.]

Warning: This may contain triggering content, read at your discretion. Implied rape, forced pregnancy, and manipulation. Alhaitham is a piece of shit in this-

You had a dream that didn't feel like one.

Your mind is clear and you remember something was amiss the night you fell asleep, so you are certain whatever glimpse you recall was truthful. You could never imagine yourself having a wet dream about someone you disapproved of.

Despite the man's appearance attracting you to him, there's just something about him you don't like. Perhaps sitting here and watching him read his book made you a crazed fangirl, but you were a decent human being with decent expectations.

And alhaitham was one exception you'd avoid till the end, even with the tolerance level you had, he went past above and beyond that.

Seeing him so far away from you felt odd, having a realistic dream was different but feeling it and knowing you felt it was different! You couldn't make up such fantasies even if you wanted to. You did not invite him into your dreamland and never would, he's the type of man with stoic feelings and selfishness with good reasons for it.

You also had a hate-love relationship with the scribe, he's an asshole who nagged you to do everything perfectly when you were in front of him and made you feel unqualified. You'd admit you weren't good, but the humiliation was taking it a bit too far when he'd speak loud and clear for everyone to hear and think about it.

You aren't a failed test subject to show.

Nonetheless, you had forgotten about it and moved on to a better place in life, so his abrupt existence was cutting it too close.

But, trying to talk to him just seemed wrong. Comforting him seemed childish, and unnecessary when you could live on with the fact you had a wet dream about him, but past that, he's close to an enemy to you.

He closed his book and settled it on the table, folding his arms and glancing straight toward you, so he knew you were here. Copying his position you glared, feeling something nasty within you grow and you had no shame in expressing that to the man.

Grinning wide, you tilted your head and quietly mouthed 'Fuck you.' briefly pulling up your hand and pointing a middle finger, throwing him one last look you got up and walked away.

If that incident earned you a bad reputation, you knew exactly who was behind it.

The next sign you discovered that your dream wasn't as fake as you made it out to be, was when you woke up nauseous and threw up, you figured it was a mash of bad food combination that made you queasy.

And denial was hard, how were you going to explain it even if it was true? 'I think it has something to do with the wet dream I had with my enemy and I think I'm pregnant?' just thinking about it you feel delusional you couldn't fathom how crazy you would sound to the others, you weren't lost in the head.

You had your toes on solid ground and weren't making stuff up on thin air, nor because you were living alone and thinking having a new member would cure it.

You'd never be that desperate.

"You are showing clear symptoms of pregnancy." He's saying it and you don't like the tone of his voice, he's saying it to get revenge for your past interaction, you are sure.

"Your skin is glowing, and the bump you are trying to hide isn't doing much," he added, like salt to a wound. You forced a smile, thinking to yourself that staying indoors today would have been so much better than facing him in all his selfish glory.

"And would you happen to know who did it?" You sniped back, "How do you even know that I've gotten fat unless you've been watching me, pervert, learn to lower your eyes."

"It shouldn't take a genius to know that a woman is carrying a child. It's a blessing you're hiding."

"You're saying it as if it's your child." she would know after years of suffering under him, that he would make her the fool and him the trustworthy one, and she didn't want to give him a chance. So if he wants to play dumb, she'll cut him open.

He chuckled, a rare gesture from him she saw only once, "Should we have a paternity test?" why did he sound so smug and certain?

"Is this your indirect way of saying that I'm crazy? That you impregnated me?" he stayed quiet and satisfied, all the trouble he was causing her and the damage it would bring to her reputation was unnerving, he was doing it on purpose. She was sure!!

"You are a monster." She could strangle him right now if they weren't in public.

He smiled, not breaking eye contact and continuing to maintain it. "Who would believe you?"

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Thinking about Bakugo and his darling in a zombie apocalypse who adopt Eri and have to take care of her till the situation boils down but it doesn't, the three of you end up feeling like family and survivors even mistake Eri as your daughter, Bakugo will be thriving lol. It's some emotional bonding time baby.

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Hehe, this was fun and lol you guys can't fix me... The quiz got me on that one. Uh, wait unless you want to be fixed, hey that could work.

I don't know who to tag so I'll just skiddle out of here. Good day everybody.

Thanks for the tag @thelastplantagenet 😊💚

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

feel free to play if you’d like :)

@buncha-angry-kids-with-no-money @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 @with-the-words-all-wrong

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I just remembered a quote I posted, 'Two bros fighting for a hot girl, five feet apart from killing themselves.' lol

Yandere Bakugo and Kirishima, who are brothers not by blood and a two-man army of Pro-heroes, they're best buds one hasn't betrayed the other in forever and they both think they would never, their friendship goes way back and it grows stronger with every battle won and every victory taken with each other's strengths.

Of course, that is until they meet her.

Though Kirishima would never think about throwing his bro under the bus for his dream girl, he would be lying if he said he hasn't thought about it and subconsciously made preparations to make it happen, Bakugo thinks he's doing a good job at hiding his huge crush and he would have been right if his friend hadn't known him long enough to deduce what he's feeling.

They both gradually figure each other out in secret and though it's not talked about, one can assume something happened to throw each other in harm's way when fighting a mega-villain and accidentally pushing one into an incoming assault. It's when things will start to darken up, and anyone can see something is wrong with them if they're tampering and adding something to the other's meal and being so casual about it.

The war only starts when Kirishima posts a picture of her and him smiling in the camera and Bakugo's jealousy starts reading its ugly head, the thing is he comes up empty-handed when compared to a social butterfly like Kirishima who knows how to make someone comfortable and say the right things, darling does not stand a chance against the blonde's strange way of communication and would prefer the red-haired one because he's smiling and being so gentle. Unlike someone.

It truly makes Bakugo's blood boil watching his friend and his darling share a glass of ice cream he's left alone to witness, and how Kirishima is enjoying tasting each bite from her spoon with her saliva on it, he comes home and smashes his mirrors into pieces. He decides it's time to finally take up a book on 'How to Win Someone Over!'

He tries his best but Darling is still wary of him however knows not to make him upset so she plays along and at a very slow pace, they become comfortable around each other but not enough for her to let down her guard and allow him the same affection she gives to Kirishima who gets his daily fill of physical contact, sweet praises and encouraging words.

It gets him so down, that he's out of character.

While Kirishima can laugh and joke with Darling and even brush hands until she permits him to hold her hand and eventually he thinks their friendship will slide down a romantic path and then he wins at life, he can grow old with her and have kids who look just like him and her.

But he'd forgotten about his best friend.

Who goes out of his way to force a ring on his darling's finger and register their names as lifelong partners. He might even go as far as to baby trap Darling so that Kirishima doesn't win and that his victory is guaranteed. Because he doesn't lose to anyone.

They both decide getting rid of each other is the only way they can have Darling all to oneself.

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Yandere Bakugo and Kirishima, who are brothers not by blood and a two-man army of Pro-heroes, they're best buds one hasn't betrayed the other in forever and they both think they would never, their friendship goes way back and it grows stronger with every battle won and every victory taken with each other's strengths.

Of course, that is until they meet her.

Though Kirishima would never think about throwing his bro under the bus for his dream girl, he would be lying if he said he hasn't thought about it and subconsciously made preparations to make it happen, Bakugo thinks he's doing a good job at hiding his huge crush and he would have been right if his friend hadn't known him long enough to deduce what he's feeling.

They both gradually figure each other out in secret and though it's not talked about, one can assume something happened to throw each other in harm's way when fighting a mega-villain and accidentally pushing one into an incoming assault. It's when things will start to darken up, and anyone can see something is wrong with them if they're tampering and adding something to the other's meal and being so casual about it.

The war only starts when Kirishima posts a picture of her and him smiling in the camera and Bakugo's jealousy starts showing its ugly head, the thing is he comes up empty-handed when compared to a social butterfly like Kirishima who knows how to make someone comfortable and say the right things, darling does not stand a chance against the blonde's strange way of communication and would prefer the red-haired one because he's smiling and being so gentle. Unlike someone.

It truly makes Bakugo's blood boil watching his friend and his darling share a glass of ice cream he's left alone to witness, and how Kirishima is enjoying tasting each bite from her spoon with her saliva on it, he comes home and smashes his mirrors into pieces. He decides it's time to finally take up a book on 'How to Win Someone Over!'

He tries his best but Darling is still wary of him however knows not to make him upset so she plays along and at a very slow pace, they become comfortable around each other but not enough for her to let down her guard and allow him the same affection she gives to Kirishima who gets his daily fill of physical contact, sweet praises and encouraging words.

It gets him so down, that he's out of character.

While Kirishima can laugh and joke with Darling and even brush hands until she permits him to hold her hand and eventually he thinks their friendship will slide down a romantic path and then he wins at life, he can grow old with her and have kids who look just like him and her.

But he'd forgotten about his best friend.

Who goes out of his way to force a ring on his darling's finger and register their names as lifelong partners. He might even go as far as to baby trap Darling so that Kirishima doesn't win and that his victory is guaranteed. Because he doesn't lose to anyone.

They both decide getting rid of each other is the only way they can have Darling all to oneself.

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*Cough* *cough*

I had this idea of a jealous best friend bakugo with a reader who is a flirt and a little into fonding over who she likes, she always sneaks in a little tease here and there and makes her interest blush and laugh, she'd gently pinch their cheeks as a form of adoration and the sick fucks enjoys it, enjoying every bit of affection she's giving them for free.

Can just imagine bakugo sitting beside his best friend and having to hear her voice speak such sweet praises that make him question every single compliment he's gotten in his life and wonder if they ever meant it as genuinely and gleefully as her. Because damn it, it's making him wanna demand everything she's ever done to strangers done to him but ten times better.

Cause he deserves the best.

He's going to be a little bitch about it too, probably sulk around and give her the cold shoulder until she notices and asks him what's wrong, how is he? What's on his mind? Has she done something?

Care about him! Care about what he thinks! What he wants! Why doesn't she give him the same treatment she gives to complete and utter strangers who are not her best friends? Eventually, he'll swing his arm around her shoulder and stop her from going anywhere near whoever she likes, pull her back to his table when she tries to get up and leave to some idiots waving and calling her over.

Essentially, he is isolating her. Not like anyone would want to approach seeing him glare at them like that.

He'll even complain saying how she hasn't been around him and how they haven't played video games together in a long time, he's strangely eager about playing games with her and she can't even say 'no' when he recounts all the times she'd ignored him for some loser from another class.

She can tease him for being jealous but he doesn't care, she's his and they are more than just 'best friends.'

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Random thought!

Seeing as bakugo doesn't know how to play nice, speak soft, lower his temper, or control his high voice inevitably he drives his darling away from him, unintentionally of course, she had tolerated him for quite some time and perhaps he took her for granted, he doesn't know. He sighs and he sighs sometimes, remaining quiet while he watches her interact so carefree, that she ditched him and left, the same thing most sane people would have done, distance themselves from toxic vapors.

For the most part, he doesn't care, he didn't care because it's her loss not his. She should have tolerated him some more and then some, but too bad for him, she's a shapeshifter. She doesn't stay in one place. One mood, one attitude, one mindset.

She's sooo flexible. He liked to be sarcastic.

One way to get across his disapproval was by being extra mean to her and that doesn't work anymore as she adopts and leaves him in the dust, leaves him stranded and he's so upset.

He just wants to squeeze her neck and watch her struggle while he demands her to beg, beg about letting her in his life again, beg to be his friend again, beg to be his lover. She would enjoy that, wouldn't she? And when he does do it, things never go his way, she avoids him like he is a deadly disease, and pushes him away when he gets too close, warning him that she'll get the police involved.

Did that stop him?

No... It did not.

He cries himself to sleep every night, what more does she want? He's miserable and he doesn't appreciate traitors. She betrayed him, his sensitive little darling walked away and he won't let her get any further away.

But, when he's got to her and all he has to do is snatch her, hurt her if he must, slam her head into the ground, burn her skin, her teary eyes freeze him in place, and how she's backing away after he got a solid hit on her, made her bleed, it suddenly dawns on him that he's a monster. A raging monster.

Does he want to stop and let her leave him for good? No... He deserves a second chance like everybody else. She'll have to give in to him surely when he's fallen in front of her, tears filling up his eyes, crying about how she left broke him and he's never been able to control himself since, sleep peacefully, dream a happy dream.

And if she attempts to run from him, he will drag her back to him, pull her back by the ankle, and mount on top of her, still crying but oddly happy to see her below him, albeit scared, he doesn't care.

He's waited for this moment long enough.

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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Really?! Wow... Me and my blog are growing older day by day.

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INNOCENTLY YOURS

LYNEY'S DEFAULT & YANDERE PROFILE

Note: This took a long time to finish but hopefully, it's good enough and enlightening to read, should I do wriothesley next? Vote for your choice in the poll at the end:

Warning: May contain triggering content, female reader, and all the yandere stuff. Not proofread.

1. Their personality, and their blank points.

Lyney is a great actor and magician with many talents and whatnot. He's got a charm to him and he seems to be confident, cheery, and suave, he grins when he's caught a contagious smile directed at him or the applause his audience graces him with.

He loves those who love his show and never misses any of it, he's a little sad inside but burdens can't always be let go of, either he persists or is dragged down. He's a little on the nervous side, especially when it comes to his family, he caters to the needs of his people to know more about them, and he's good at consoling anyone to spill their secrets willingly, he frequently makes eye contact and he's good at reading people, he isn't normally shy because why would he be? He's a great magician, if he wants attention all to himself, he's gotta play his part and act confident, After all, people are drawn to those who are self-assured and have everything sorted out.

He might not look like it, but he's a professional gaslighter, first, he guesses someone's weakness and uses it against them, in a subtle way, wouldn't want them to back out just yet, he's gotta play his magic, and reel them in. He's good at it, but sadly he could never use his skills on himself.

Even if he convinces himself he's a good person, no good person would ever want to convince themselves of it. At least, that's what he thinks.

2. Their coping mechanisms and their reaction.

When one's delusions are challenged and given a chance to face themselves, most wouldn't due to their circumstances and experiences, the same can be said for Lyney, he's seen unlikable things and knows there's some good in the world, however, once he's betrayed, it is likely impossible to ever gain trust again. How does he cope? For starters, he just stares off and it would seem so eerie to anyone who has seen him lively, he looks dead whenever he does it, shake him out of it he may just smile and shrug it off saying he was thinking hard about something, it's like he has two personalities, happy and sad, likely stemming from knowing how people would take advantage of a weak being, no one would ever want to see him a sad magician performing tricks, perhaps an interesting concept but he doesn't have the reliability to do it.

Seeing how people react, how their expressions slip and crumble into something they were hiding, yeah he's noticed many things growing up, and he's learned to cope by improving, that's because he didn't have the resources nor the perfect environment to do anything else but improvise.

Besides, it has helped him. Striving to be better isn't a bad thing, but constantly doing so leads him to neglect important details about himself.

How he gets so frustrated and fidgety when nothing is working out in his favor, he hasn't learned how to properly deal with his emotions, he knows smiling will help, and he can keep his facade up and running but ignoring troubling things will only come to haunt him again. He knows it to some extent, but ultimately he can't do anything about it, he doesn't know how to relax and rely on anyone. He's capable, and he needs to prove it, he has what it takes to make people come to him. He's a smooth talker, after all.

Alike everyone, he's a ticking bomb that has been buried deep beneath. No telling what will trigger it.

3. How much do they love? Are they too much or too little?

He loves a lot, a little much but it's above average even at the beginning, he keeps it hidden through teasing and doesn't find it necessary to keep details away from his darling. How would he have encountered his darling? What attracts him to anyone? I have this thought of Lyney meeting her when he's on a mission to uncover some secrets behind his darling's parents, her mother to be precise, it's hard enough to find an opportunity to flee and enter someone's room, lucky him that she likes him, though it had been subtle that they had invited him and his sister to their home to observe him, the hints were clear enough and their mission had been a success.

What was more interesting was how he never got to talk to her, her parents were doting and likable so she should be the same more or less, shy. Maybe, he doesn't know. Their visit was pleasant and there wasn't any reason for bad blood, however, he was curious to know their daughter.

He would keep a closer eye on his audience from then on, or on the streets, in case she was to be seen, and then, voila, she appeared on one of his magic shows, testing his theory hadn't been tough, watching her eye something else whenever he looked her way was amusing. After the show, greeting her had been enjoyable, luckily her parents seemed to leave her alone with him whenever Lynette was with him.

She was genuine, sheltered from the harshness of the world yet so knowledgeable and cunning about everything, he found himself drawn to her. How could one be so untrusting when everything has been good to them? Thus, the gears would start turning, and soon, he would know. Only to realize far too late that he's in her life too deep now.

4. Dark habits or shadows of their personality.

Growing up needing attention and wanting attention can be problematic for any person, the need to be the center of the stage and do just about anything to keep it that way, clever magic tricks, dangerous tactics, you name it, Lyney has done it at some point in his life. It had been their livelihood to perform shows and gather money to avoid starving on the streets. Lyney had been the main since then, it worked out for them and they dared not change it for anything better, except for one point in their life and it ended in betrayal so they never attempted it. Lyney likes to do trial and error with his relationships with the people of his interest and it's the same for his Darling, figuring out what works and what doesn't is his starting point.

He may try distressing things to figure out what is a person's fear, and reason for anger, tears, and sorrow, he needs to know. For a more sensitive darling, it can backfire so he goes, 'I'm just joking, don't take it too seriously, I promise it was a joke!' 'I hope that didn't bother you much.' 'I love it when you smile while crying, you look adorable! See, you smiled again!!' he can be endearing that way, he's charming enough to make anyone talk about their feelings and trust him, his darling wouldn't stand a chance if they didn't remove their pink tinted glasses and see him for what he's truly doing.

He likes to position himself in front of his darling, always maintaining eye contact and chuckling whenever she looks away, by now, if darling trusts her gut instincts she would be very uncomfortable, but his smile would say otherwise. Of course, this all would change if you prove to be a good person who gets along with his siblings, one good interaction is all he needs to be lovestruck.

And once darling has endeared herself to them, he would try convincing her to cross boundaries, stay with him for the night, and sneak out with him, it would be a good time to bond, of course, he wouldn't force it, at first.

There's only so much he can do before sleeping beside her becomes essential. He'll do all sorts of things to convince her to stay, play, sleep, and remain.

5. How do they deal with irregular feelings or emotions?

He doesn't let it show outside, he knows better than to scowl at someone's mean statement, or at her parents' statement of how he's taking their daughter from them. It would be quite a predicament. Normally, he would try to be diplomatic about it all, butter them up, and clear up the misconception, but he finds it hard to do just that because they're right and he feels so giddy thinking that, a twisted sense of satisfaction overcoming him and he just wants to laugh in their face and speak condescending things. He won't though, he'll smile a big forced grin and walk it off later whilst complaining to his sister.

6. Do they let themselves get lost in the past, or present?

He's more present in the now than the past, he does think about it five times a day and lets it influence his speech at times, but it's rare to ever escape his mouth. Sometimes sure, but he tends to avoid it as much as possible.

7. How much of sanity do they possess?

A little above high, but when someone becomes akin to his family, one bad thing and it decreases significantly, he may not seem like it but when he's going crazy worrying over details and pondering and pondering, he can't help but pace around, and when bad notions come to mind he just wants to slam his head against something or pull out his hair, occasionally under extreme pressure, he ends up doing that. But it would take more than that to make him lose his sanity and do the most horrendous actions without thinking twice. He will shed many tears, but if his family is safe, he doesn't care what happens to his enemy.

Losing someone very dear to him is the major trigger that will cut loose all the ropes holding him down. Otherwise, he's pretty strong mentally, only when it comes to his family, he's pretty weakened.

A good thing to use against him, sadly.

8. If triggered, what would they do? Do they swallow their anger or just not contain it?

Well, the first thing he would attempt to do is poke fun at them in the shadows if they've hit a nerve and threatened anyone from his family if it's about him he doesn't care for it unless it's beneficial, angering him would be tough overall he's a performer so he knows how to deal with disagreeable people, pretends to have never heard about the nasty rumors involving him, he's sneaky and confident like that, unfortunately, that fails when it comes to family and darling, he wants to know who did it, when, how, why, everything and if this person doesn't know how to back down and eat their words, they might disappear entirely.

Nobody would know but hey, he left some clues.

9. Willingness to sacrifice their loved ones.

Not an option. He doesn't want to, and never will, family is important and I think he would do his hardest to avoid such a situation, even if it comes to that, he would sacrifice himself and make sure nobody is harmed.

10. Pushed to the brink of insanity, how would it unfold?

Let's say this cruel person tricked him into thinking offering himself up for sacrifice would save his siblings or his darling. Killed them when he was trapped and chained, he couldn't think of ways of saving them because he was too busy begging for them to be spared, sobbing and doing anything in his power to help, after the deed was done and he was left to the sight of blood, he can't do anything. He's frozen, and he's out of it. He may kill himself after it or die killing the person who made them suffer, all in all, the outcome is grim, and he's missing the pillars to give his support, he is willing to crumble to the ground and break into pieces. Seeing as they are sent on dangerous missions, this consequence is not impossible.

If his darling were to live, survive, or was never taken in the first place, watching him live for what little days he would persist is devastating, he wouldn't be his usual chatty smiley self, and he would wither away sooner and later.

But, if everyone dear to him is fine and dandy, one night he may approach the said person, sit them, take out his cards ask them to pick a card while he's smiling like his usual self, he doesn't let them escape until they've chosen their fate. He's going to laugh watching their expression shift and he may say a few words if he's not too upset.

'If only you kept your mouth shut, we wouldn't have to do this, pity...'

Leave the body in the open, wipe his hands, and after changing his gloves walk back home with a hop in his step, whistling softly and pocketing his bloody cards. Ohoh, the public is going to love the scene he left them with, the mystery, the 'what happened', and 'why' are all going to be circulating the next morning.

11. Are they too stubborn to get what they want? Or are they patient enough to wait?

It's a mix of stubbornness and perseverance, he can wait though if it yields the result he wants, otherwise, he is quick to tinker and manipulate things to fall into his laps. Say, if his darling were to figure him out and expose himself to him, slam the door into his face, and discard him from her life altogether, he would be very stubborn and persist to exist in her life and force himself into it. You see, he wants attention, he needs it, and she has to give it to him because then how would he live on? If coupled with desperation, he may say he was going to jump off a building and if she wants to save him, she has to come to his magic show. [spoiler: it was part of his trick during the show] Otherwise, that would be his final farewell.

He finds ways to bring his darling back into the picture or himself in her life, he's a jealous little Rascal and he doesn't want anyone else to take his place, he wants what rightfully belonged to him and was given to him, he doesn't want it to be stolen away from him. He earned it!

12. Dirty secrets.

Ahem, I'd like to say none, but I'm sure he has some. Sometimes, when he hugs his darling from behind and she can't feel him because she's asleep and there's nothing she can do to stop him, he just has to squeeze himself closer to her and wrap his leg around her tights and keep pushing till their clothed parts are so close, he pretends it's their first time sleeping together and takes advantage of the situation, because when else will he get the chance again? Of course, their real first time should be after they've been glued for life, he just couldn't handle it.

Even when darling is up and smiling, he pulls her to him and just enjoy the sensation of her skin, kissing her neck and relishing in the cuteness of her denial, might be the one time his darling feels violated and of course, he apologies soon after. He wasn't thinking straight.

13. Creepy things they like/dislike to do.

He finds it creepy when he watches his darling sleep, he doesn't know how to feel about himself when he stands there in their room or sleeping beside her, sometimes he coerces himself to sleep and rarely he can't sleep, over time it becomes a wholesome pastime for him and he doesn't find it all that weird.

And notice when he mentions something very specific about his darling's features, that's because he spent the majority of his time observing her. It can be creepy if Darling keeps a tab on what appeals to him and what he usually compliments her with.

Especially right after waking up beside him and hearing him whisper that in her ear. It would just be more flattering for an oblivious darling.

14. Moral compass, empathy, kindness.

His moral compass might be a little crooked, but he does have some no doubt, just that he doesn't show it often enough, being with the fatui has degraded him to some extent, stealing, lying, forced entry, all the basic things one has to do in the fatui, perhaps one day he'll be demanded to kill someone and he wouldn't have a choice. Empathy is a little hard for him to initiate unless he's trying to understand someone, situations, and so on, but he does let himself be empathetic around his family and a few dear friends otherwise, he's pretty carefree and nonchalant. Kindness he shows a lot, at least from what he has observed around him and come to know. Plus, kindness is what gets him into other's people lives and he will continue it till the day he drowns and dies.

15. Can they move on from one to another?

He might try, otherwise, it's nearly impossible he clings to any semblance of kindness and love, his darling proved him of it, he deserves the things he wants if not now then at some point indeed, of course, to make his darling jealous and come to him willingly he might pretend to be in love with someone else if it backfires and his darling just doesn't like him anymore, it might be time for him to kill someone in her life. He can be a hypocrite if he wants, gaslight her, and speak all sorts of things to get into her head and slowly but surely trap her in his life. Forever.

16. Do they have control over their anger and sadness?

Yup, in a normal situation, his control over anger and frustration is simply admirable, again if his family or darling is involved it is laughable how quickly he loses his cool and compresses like a balloon, he does things recklessly and doesn't think twice even if given time to reconsider. Sadness, I think he deals with it every day, or else he wouldn't have to be putting on a big smile and over-the-top cheerful personality. Behind closer doors, alone and with nobody to entertain, he drops his smile and leans forward, and he'll stay that way until sleep calls him or his siblings enter his room. Those times are simply too small and never lets himself be away from his darling or family.

17. If they are wronged, how would they go about it?

His first instincts would be to run and make sure his darling doesn't see him in an ugly light because he's a magician and he makes people smile, does tricks, and entertains, he wouldn't want her to see him any different he's lyney the grinning and famous entertainer he did his best to build up that reputation, he doesn't want to risk tearing it apart so face to face confrontation in public is rare, but he will appear at night with darkness around him and that person will have chills running down their spine seeing how cold and eerie he looks glaring at them, he attempts to lighten the mood with dark jokes and play tricks when they try to avoid him, he'd would be pretty annoying to deal with, and finally when he has spoken his mind he'll make them face death for a second then, he lets them live or they die with fear strucken eyes.

18. Do their eyes wander or are they too shy to look at anyone?

Oh! He's a confident rascal, his eyes wander everywhere to observe details and drink in his darling's features and her stature, he's a sneaky little parasite latching on to any attention his darling gives him and he'll have hearts in his eyes if it were possible, he is utterly in love and he wants to see her for all she is and he will not allow his eyes rest unless he's seen everything he needs to.

19. When sexually aroused, do they contain their desires or just give in to the urges?

During his shows, he's a little cautious about letting himself get excited and waits till the performance is done, at home or somewhere safe, he's pretty quick to go red in the face and tease back, the story is different if his darling is very resistant to desires and doesn't allow herself to be influenced much, it makes him so irritable and desperate, he'll beg easily in such state and he'll do everything he can to make her hands touch him, lean in closer than needed, slowly pull off his gloves and his cape, loosen his shirt and keep his hat down, make his darling sit beside him and within no time he's so close their shoulders are touching and his eyes are so focused on her, and his hands are just itching to touch her skin if he sees any indication of her trying to leave, he'll be quick to restrain by climbing on top of her seated figure and looking down with bedroom eyes, you see he's a little desperate today and he will say so, requesting she put her hands on him and let things happen naturally.

20. What would they do with themselves after they've been left behind?

Oops, his darling left him when he was busy looking at some gadgets he's so hurt! No problem though he'll find her soon, you see it wouldn't take darling long to grow tired of his presence and just try to ditch him on the streets and return home, duck down another street when she sees him coming her way. The first few times, she would be successful in evading him but as time goes on and he adapts the same tricks won't work and she will not be able to get away for a long time. By then, he'll have his arms wrapped in hers and he is not letting go until she comes home with him, has dinner with him and his siblings, and then maybe she can leave.

21. Will they control themselves from harming another person? Is it messy? Does it get physical?

Yes, at first he will refrain from harming anyone, let a guy talk to his darling while he's right there beside her and smiling a mischievous smile while clinging onto her like a kola, forcibly turn her face back to him whilst pretending something was on her face, it gets annoying after a few, it doesn't end there, any questions that are too personal to ask or just something he doesn't approve of, he'll squeeze his darling's thigh or hand depending on how far their relationship has progressed, play a few tricks and fool the person into thinking they are in danger it works like a charm on friends, not on families though. They are much harder to push away so he can have all his darling's attention but, hey, why take them out of the picture when he can just take his darling with him?

Sure, after he's done all the tricks in the book and nothing has worked, he'll get messy and he will use blackmail, past records, guilt trip, and gaslight, he'll do the psychological gimmicks in the beginning, pushing the boundaries and waiting to see if they he has to step in and get his hands real dirty.

22. Their kinks/fetishes.

I get the feeling he likes soft hands, bigger or smaller than his, he's just a little too focused on them, he looks at them half the time and if she allows it he's holding it, something about intertwined hands just gets him giddy, another thing he likes is dragging her hand to touch him all over and of course, it takes place when his darling is busy with something else and he likes to whisper into her ears while he's doing it, hide his face in her neck and hope it gets her excited.

This little rascal likes to tease and see how much she can withstand his advances, as mentioned above he tries to get touchy and pull her into a deeper kiss if she's resisting him, but he backs off when his gestures aren't returned and pouts, attempt to strike a deal and hope his darling is brave enough to take the initiative, for example, 'next time, you gotta be the one to kiss me, it's been so long since you've showed some affection?' if it works and darling wants to whatever he wants [which he likes] oh they are going to have a night he'll never forget.

23. Do they like children, are they understanding?

Yeah, he likes children. He is pretty understanding too so if he were to become a father and have his legacy continued, he would do everything in his power to help grow his kids into something, read them bedtime stories, braid their hair, and play hide and seek. He would be a cool dad and try to keep the little ones out of any shady business and protect them from things they shouldn't know, others ask where their mother is and who his wife is, around this time he and his darling are married and nobody other than family knows it so the curiosity when he brings a kid looking so familiar to him to a candy shop or a toy shop, it gets people talking. He doesn't seem to care much as rumors spread and if he could he would try to pin down whoever opened their mouth and make them disappear, he has got his wife somewhere safe with him, he's just cautious about letting her out without him since well, she acts like she hates him. Which she shouldn't, why? Because they have a child to take care of.

More likely than not Lyney would have baby trapped his darling any chance he got, you see he would like to give his kids the life he wanted and be very close to them. He won't force it yet, but he'll plant some seeds and see how his darling reacts, but he is rather sneaky and his darling wouldn't know when he got her pregnant. That time when he tried to perform a magic trick but it turned into something intimate? Or when he riled her up and made her lose her mind? Sadly for her, she's out of luck.

24. Are they controlling?

Not really. He is manipulative, to some extent otherwise all he cares is keeping his darling all to himself.

25. If rejected, what would they do?

Ohoh, well he wouldn't get rejected the first time he confesses, his darling would likely reject him after knowing him for a while and seeing his habits after they've shared a bed and needing to escape his overwhelming need for attention. Seeing all the disagreeable tactics he uses, no one would blame her. But would he take it nicely? Sure, he tries to, puts on a convincing facade, and shortly he'll want her back meaning he will do many things to prove her wrong and get her to like him again, what changed? If he was desperate because his darling was playing hard to get, being rejected would just steer him to force himself on her and pray no one noticed them when they vanished into a small alleyway. He'll play his magic and keep her asleep for a few days, then maybe he can try confessing again until she accepts.

26. Are they willing to confine someone to stay with them forever and live happily ever after?

Yes and no, he knows being trapped will just get her spirits down but if he has no choice then he wouldn't be all that empathetic, she made him chase her for so long now it's his turn to have some fun. Ultimately, kidnapping will still be his last resort.

28. Would they be able to live happily?

Absolutely, all he wants is his darling and his family if he has those two together, he will die happy.

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I'm writing fluff... Yes, I don't think I'm okay but voluntarily writing fluff instead of dark grim D E A T H... Is concerning.

Lyney is the friend who can't walk straight especially more when beside his crush, because he wants her hand on him, to catch him from falling and help him up when he leans too far and ends up on the ground.

Lyney can't stop playing with her fingers and comparing her hand to his when he's not getting any attention, it's his pass-time. Sometimes he'd bring them to his face and just imagine so he wouldn't irritate his darling.

Lyney clings to his darling like an infant and hides behind her whenever Lynette is chasing him for eating her last slice of cake.

Lyney who will pretend to faint just so he can be in his darling's arms and stare into her eyes with a smug smirk, he'll be sure to wrap his hand around her neck and smile.

Lyney who will pester and annoy his darling till she gives in to his whims and complies.

Lyney, who'd willingly make his darling fall so they both can be idiots in love.

Lyney who will tease the living daylights out of his darling and walk around with a little too many loose buttons.

Lyney will make inappropriate sounds when his darling is upset and irked, that way maybe the anger can be shifted into something else.

Lyney who is giddy when his darling accidentally touches his thighs brings her hand back to his knee and lets her squeeze him.

Lyney who makes subtle dirty jokes.

Lyney who likes to hide his face in his darling's neck and hug her from behind, his hugs are warm and tight.

Lyney who will get you gifts every day or if he's unable to, there's always a rose.

Lyney who wants his darling to hold him close and near and allow him to be the small spoon because it's not every day he gets to be with her.

Lyney who helps her comb her hair and braid.

Lyney who is a little bratty but fully obsessed with his darling.

[lazywriters-blog]

Yandere freminet anyone?

I mean, if he can't have you he'd drown himself and you with him, ah quite romantic no?

Then the traveler is going to have to find the dead bodies at some point and be completely horrified by the sight. Ohoh...