#and then needed to use my inhailer

[moonlitmothman]

i currently have enough caffine in my system to kill a small child and a pulled muscle in my stomach from gettingnsick days ago

hoes yalls nights goin? lmfao

[tuprez]

so tired... cold... have so many candles lit in my room and yet i can still see my breath if i breathe out.... the world os so cruel...

[exeggcute]

the leaked mrbeast production doc kills me because like, for better or worse, this guy clearly has his shit down to a science. he knows exactly what game he's playing and he knows how to play to win. the actual doc is structured well, communicates its ideas clearly, but also was thrown together by a youtube guy who paid no attention to visual formatting or proofreading. and yet as much as I hate to say it, stuff like this is actually great and widely applicable advice:

What you consume on social media, when you watch youtube, tv, the games you play, etc. are what I like to call your information diet. Chris Tyson (our first subscriber and the guy in the videos) is a wonderful example of an information diet being used to perfection. The dude is funny as fuck. I’ve never met anyone in my entire life that can make people laugh like he can and I never understood why he was so good at it until I lived with him for a few years. The dude watches an obscene amount of cartoons and stupid shit. His eyeballs exsist to inhail copious amounts of just goofy, dumb, and brain numbing content. And as a result he can quote almost any line from any episode of spongebob. He’s able to draw from so much stupid shit in his head as inspiration to make jokes and be quirky. As a result he is fucken hilarious. But let’s imagine a different Chris, let’s say instead of cartoons and stupid shit, his information diet was stocks and investing advice. And for 5 years that’s all he consumed. Do you think he’d be just as funny as he currently is? No. He in my opinion wouldn’t even be 20% as funny. If you’re a writer or director you really need to monitor and perfect your information diet. If your diet is not correct, you won’t have a good pulse on culture. I don’t want you to be a chris, in fact, I think that would probably do you harm. Talent needs to inhale cartoons so they can be funny, writers need to inhale inspiration. Let’s say there is a purple fruit in the middle of Australia that when eaten makes you 2 feet taller. If it truly did exist, you wouldn’t have known that until just right now. But now that you know of it, you can draw on it for inspiration for every piece of content you write going forward. That’s beautiful, it can now sit in the back of your mind waiting for that one video where it is needed. It might take 10 videos or even 100 but eventually you’ll be brainstorming a bit and think of the right one to use the fruit for. Apply this to everything on this fucken planet. You. Can’t. Get. Inspired. By. Things. You. Don’t. Know. Exist. So how do you learn more about what's out there in the world? How do you stay up to date on the latest memes? How do you know what’s going on with celebrities? What’s trending on youtube? What other creators are doing? What’s popping on tik tok? Your information diet. Consume things on a daily basis that help you write better content.

[idkhowtobenormal]

Day (no I do not have a defense for missing four or five but shhh) of MSS content

Today you get blurbs/memes my moot and I have

Prowl: is this all your work?

Jazz: You bet 'yer shiny heels they are!

Prowl:

Prowl: [Looks at left heel]

Prowl: [Looks at right heel]

Jazz: Prowler? Whatcha doin?

Prowl: Just tryna figure out who you're talking to......

Jazz:

Prowl:

Jazz:

Prowl:

Jazz: [swoons] ***ohfragginprimusmarryme***

Prowl: Too far

—-

Jazz: [highfive]

Prowl: [handshake]

Jazz: oh sorry- [handshake]

Prowl: ah... [highfive]

Jazz:

Prowl:

Jazz:

Prowl:

Jazz: I......... I need to take a lap

Prowl: You went for a high-five!

Jazz: YOU WANTED A HANDSHAKE

—-

Optimus: What are those sounds?????? It's like if a scraplet hoarde met an insecticon nest inside a waste compactor!

Prowl: Jazz and Blue are screeching at each other again. It's a language

Hide: Can they fekin' *stop???*

Prowl: One moment

Prowl: [inhailing pterosaur screech into the room]

Jazz & Blue: [silence]

Optimus:

Hide: What the frag

Prowl: Pardon? I thought you wanted them to stop

Optimus: I think we expected a scolding....... in our *own* language.....

Hide, muttering: ***of course you know the screeching language. Why wouldn't you know the screeching language?***

Prowl: Of course I know what the screeches are, I use to do it too

Optimus: [blazing confusion] When????????? What????????

Prowl: ..........these things are on personal identification files..... sir do you not read those?

Optimus:

Hide:

Prowl: I'm disappointed in you both

Jazz: [quiet cackling]

—-

Blue: Are mods helpful?

Jazz: They're illegal

Blue: Are they *helpful*

Jazz: They are *illegal*

Blue: Jazz. Come on. Everyone in this department knows

Jazz: Not everyone

Blue: Everyone that matters knows

Jazz:

Blue: Are they *help-ful*

Jazz: ...............*yeah some mods are helpful*

Blue: Good. Unrelated question: Where's Wheeljack

Jazz: Prowl would *actually* kill me if I told you

—-

Jazz hyping up Prowl: Ay remember! Nobody can ever hate you more than you hate yourself!

Prowl:

Jazz:

Prowl:

Jazz: What

Prowl: You need help

Jazz: Bots don't hate themselves???

Prowl: They do, but...... it's not natural?????

—-

Ratchet, talking to Prowl: Jazz *does* infact have a scruff like a cyberpanther, and he can be held by it too

Jazz: I wouldn't recomend it if you wanna keep your servo intact

[veritas-scribblings]

electric - @jartylusmicrofics - words: 755 [explicit / NSFW]

[warnings: implied drug use | in-universe: video; takes place before video]

James doesn’t want to have to explain. What would he even say? This is the love of my life, Regulus. And this is the love of my life’s soul mate, Barty. 

It used to bother James, the way Regulus and Barty were together. The touching, the kissing, the cuddling, the deeply intimate way in which they know and love each other. The way the jealousy would eat away at him because he didn’t understand that the love between Barty and Regulus did not in anyway detract from the love between himself and Regulus.

Love is not a finite resource.

James understands now, and he empathises with Barty’s frustration at the conventionality of everyone’s thinking. Barty and Regulus have never felt the need to explain or defend themselves, and James envies them this. He just can’t look past the need for approval and concern for others’ judgement.

His concern, right now, rests with Sirius.

With a sigh, James goes to intervene before his best friend short circuits. They’re 2 hours into Dorcas’s birthday party and Barty and Regulus have started doing something absolutely filthy on the dance floor. If James is honest…it’s really working for him. He’d actually like it to continue, perhaps even to join, perhaps watch until completion. And he would. It’s just that he’ll soon have two problems. Or three, depending on how one chooses to look at it.

One, the way Regulus is enthusiastically and unashamedly riding Barty’s thigh.

Two, the way James is very quickly getting turned on and thinking about how he would very much like to become another slice of bread in the Regulus sandwich.

Three, the way Sirius Black looks like he’s about to explode because that’s his little brother who is also his best friend’s boyfriend.

The bar is dark. The low-hanging lights cast a dim, muted glow across the dance floor. James can feel the music thrumming beneath his skin, the bass throbbing like a pulse in his chest. In the throng of young bodies, Regulus has wrapped himself around Barty, who has slid a thigh between his legs. They’re moving, almost grinding, in time to the music. They’re in their own little world, and this is not at all unusual for them…it’s just that their own little world is not normally on display for their friends and the public to perceive.

James approaches from behind, carding a hand through Regulus’s loose and slightly damp curls, sliding another around Regulus’s waist. Regulus tips his head back to stare up at James all glassy-eyed, huge blown-out pupils. He’s breathing heavily and slightly flushed, a rosy red colour that creeps up his neck and fills his cheeks.

'Jamie,' he murmurs, 'come play with us.'

‘Reg, love.' James casts a look over at Barty, who is smirking. Inhailing sharply, Regulus swivels, rolls, his hips with a gasp and a moan. ‘Fuck, Barty, what did you give him?’

‘Barty special.’ Barty laughs. ‘Just a little something to get him going, loosen him up. He’s absolutely fine.’ He pulls Regulus close, noses into his hair, cupping his arse to encourage him to ride. ‘Don’t worry, Jamie, we're being safe...’

‘At Dorcas’s birthday party? Really?’

‘Dorcas’s party is for shit. This is more fun.’ Barty grins, reaching around Regulus to grab James’s crotch, palming his erection. ‘Looks like it’s getting you going. Oh, you’re hard. You’re hard-hard.’ His grip tightens and James has to bite off a groan.

Sirius is watching, James knows. Sure, Sirius is fully supportive of James having a healthy and adventurous sex life, but when that healthy and adventurous sex life involves Sirius’s little brother and Barty (who Sirius absolutely loathes). Well, that’s very much a ‘no fly’ zone. More information than Sirius wants. More information than James wants Sirius to have.

‘Barty,’ James groans, ‘come on…not here.’

There’s a sparkle in  Barty’s eyes, which James has learnt means not only does Barty have ideas, but he under no circumstances will be swayed from pursuing his ideas. Barty snickers, rubbing the head of James’s cock through his trousers. It has the exact effect that Barty is evidently intending it to have: James can’t think in a straight line. Whatever Barty is about to say, James agrees. He’s here for it.

‘Tell you what,’ Barty says, his voice low and sly, ‘We’ll take Reg home, and you can watch us fuck. And if you’re really good, I’ll let you fuck me while I’m inside him. How about that?’

[spaceumbredoggos]

REBLOG if food allergies are a valid disability. Even if it’s not as severe as the one that is stated here, your food allergy is still disabling.

My allergy is weird. I have to physically consume an actual peanut in order to get sick. It’s still bad enough o warrant not using the peanut butter knife in the jam, but not bad enough to not eat cross contaminated or processed in a peanut factory things.

Food allergies can lead to ARFID.

Peanut oil is especially a nuisance. But it gives me an excuse to boycott Chik Fil A. I’m not allergic to other nuts (thank god. I made monster cookies with almond butter instead of peanut butter and they slapped.)

On the topic of Allergies, severe seasonal allergies, allergies to bee, wasp, ant, and other insect bites or stings, allergies to animals, allergies to medications and vaccines, and basically anything that warrants medical attention upon exposure can be considered a disability. Don’t beleive me? Ever met the kid who can’t go to anyone’s houses because they’re severely allergic to both cats and dogs? Insects are everywhere and are essential to earth’s ecosystems. If one is allergic to a certain vaccine, they have to rely on heard immunity (fuck you antivaxxers. You are inherently ableist.) Asthma is a severe allergic reaction that obstructs airways.

If you need any sort of medical equipment on you at all times (epipens, inhailers, a bracelet listing allergens.) Then you have a disability that needs to be accommodated.

I wasn’t going to derail the disability pride month post for people with peanut allergies but in relation to that topic

I have never seen another allergy that has been so viscerally hated and mocked by people working in education like nut allergies. I’ve seen fellow teachers cringe that their classroom was the “nut free” classroom that year. Support staff that are trained and willfully don’t follow cross contamination protocol in the lunchroom because it’s too “tedious” or “time-consuming”. Full preschools + childcare centers that refuse to accommodate nut allergies. Schools where the only free lunch is a PB&J. Before/after school programs and summer programs whose food curriculum has nuts and doesn’t provide an alternative activity.

Allergy discrimination is so so insidious and prevalent. It’s happening behind their back and it is everything from the exposure joke to possibly causing someone to go into anaphylaxis from willful ignorance.

Also other parents in the classroom are guilty too. The “not my child not my problem” brain rot means that those lunchboxes are like bombs for airborne exposure allergies

[forestchat]

Well once again I'm off on the hospital route so I thought about it and decided that I'm luckier than the characters in my stories. Medical knowledge has advanced in leaps and bounds over the last century and now they can cure - well almost - anything. I remember when they removed my carbuncle it was done on our dining room table and they used gas....ugh., and that was in the 1950's. Since then they have made leaps and bounds in other areas of medical treatment. Cancer is almost under control, and if caught early its possible to eradicate it. Diabetes is also under control and it will be possible to reverse it one day due to the research taking place. Alzheimers and Dementia are also under the microscope as well as Parkinsons. I was diagnosed with Parkinsons early and have been on tablets which have allowed me to carry on life as near normal as possible.

Although they have found cures or medicians that can at least cure or semi cure the diseases and even stop them at a certin stage and contain them for a few years, they are now looking into things in deeper depths. Asthma is almost sorted, now you have inhailers to help with an attack but back in the days of sail when medical knowledge wasn't always good they had rum and 'a bit between your teeth' whilst they removed a limb or bullitt from you. Anesthetic was nothing like it is today, and hygiene was not a priority.

So when you think about all the operations they can perform now and what they can actually mend or replace - and that's another thing which has advanced - since the begining of the last century, you have to admire the people who were and still are fighting for us all. Lots of our military would not be around today if it wasn't for these people, they would basically have been left to die. Artificial limbs and the ability to repair damaged eyes has enabled these brave people to continue living.

Then there's the reconstruction people who can rebuild faces and other bits that have been badly burnt or damaged. The other side of all this is that the general public have benefitted from their knowledge as well. My wife was having trouble with her eyes, cataracts were growing. The result was her optician referred her to the local hospital and they not only removed the cataracts but replaced the lenses. Her vision is now ok. So even there they are still researching.

But back in the days of sail it was oh so different. Then along came men like Dr Blackstock who after being pressed and learning about life aboard ship he studied medician. The interesting thing about this is that even though he became a Doctor and Fellow, he still went back to the sea, where his skills were most definitly needed.

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[happy-chemicals-for-you]

Howdy. Everyone could use some validation, even eldritch horrors who don't know how to grow out curly hair! My name is Nettle, and I use She/They pronouns, as well as having *big fuckin' inhail-* autism, adhd and type one diabetes, which is always fun with gender dysphoria.

Anyway la dee da back to my blog

Hi Nettle!!!! I hope you’re doing well this holiday season!!!!

Nettle seems like a pretty cool entity, and they have a cool pfp on their blog!!!! Although I do not know much about her, just glancing at her blog I see she likes Cult of the Lamb!!! I’ll need to try and talk with them about it some time!!!!

She also likes The Magnus Archives, and drew some really cool Helen Distortion fanart!!!! I love their use of colors in it!!!!!

Anyways, I hope Nettle’s day is amazing!!!!! I’m sending her a lot of love!!!! <3333

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

Totally forgot that I posted so excitedly. This was before I had delved into the game mechanics much. MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT RANT WITH SPOILERS OF THE CHANGES UNDER THE CUT

Really disappointed that they decided to remove armor from the clothing and bury it very confusingly in the perks and chrome.

And the changes to the skill tree mechanic is a nightmare. They're forcing you to spec perks you don't want or need, and they absolutely nerfed a bunch of stuff that I loved. It's antithetical to my preferred playstyle.

Plus they overhauled the crafting and weapons modding so much as to be useless to me now.

And they gutted loot like WOAH.

Health is now more or less a permanent item. You can choose between what kind of inhaler you use, but they auto refill. You don't have to go around looting inhalers. WTF whyyyyy. I liked having 45 inhailers tyvm. What even is the point of having the inhalers if they refill? Just give us incrementally regenerating health, or give us lootable inhalers. The inhalers refilling makes no sense.

Same with Grenades. You get TWO of each kind which then have a cooldown before they refill. I HATE THIS THE MOST. I loved going in and lobbing 6 grenades at a clutch of 'Tinos all at once. Maybe your cache increases with skills in the tree? Either way, this mechanic really fucking sucks.

*Sigh*

I don't necessarily hate change. I just really really dislike TTRPG style mechanics with endless minutia. Really turned off by such complicated and layered systems. They're uninteresting. I don't like resource management or strategic playing either. You'd never ever catch me playing like CIV or Warhammer. UGH. I also avoided Skyrim after seeing other people play it and how detailed the systems are.

I'm doing ok with Starfield, but it's not nearly as complex (imo) as Skyrim and the likes are.

I do like the Dishonored style of strategy, where it's a little hand holdy but there's a bunch of ways to approach something. That kind of puzzle like "strategy" is fun, mostly because it lacks the complexity involved with RPG systems.

But if I need a book or chart or have to read 75438029437 descriptions then i'm not interested.

This is what the weapons specs look like now. I hate it. It is impossible to read.

Chrome is now "attuned" to skills which I get language wise, but how does that work game mechanics wise?

You guys i'm literally honest to god blown away by what they've done. Holy shit.

Idk if you've seen the critic scores, and why the recent ones being so high was a big deal, but listen, those scores don't even begin to do this update justice. 100000/10 just on effort alone. It's absolutely stunning.

If you were looking for more grit, by god you've got it. In spades. I'm standing on the sidewalk in Pacifica on the border of Dogtown, and a line of cars just rolled by after being at a stoplight, and with headphones on it sounded and looked so off the rails real.

Jesus christ I am giving them all of the fucking awards and applause. I literally paused to put a hand over my mouth with surprise and run back to write this.

[s-i-m-p0]

solangelo x hypnos child.f.reader

Lots of un-took pov swaps, and convenient time changes,loving father,lack in self-care (eating and going outside)

Spoilers: ( I couldn't find much about hypnos children's powers so I hc they shadow travel since their father is In the underworld . )

The three of us had gotten into a fight them fighting about how much lack of sun I gotbhow little I was eating due to sleep while I had to scream back i couldn't help it, I'm a child of hypnos were naturally lazy and not bothered to do anything.

Soon nico joined myside being he understood the fact I can't controll my powers like clovis or another half-blood.

"You're both being idiots! Y/n I'm worried, I haven't seen you eat anything for 3 days!" Will argued. "Will, I can't...help it..." I mutter holding my head. Tears floored my eyes as nico was torn between agreeing either me or Will.

"Will mabey we calm down I heard from clovis stress can cause-" "nico you looking away from the facts, y/n hasn't been out much only for lessons in fact and been sleeping through meal times"

Soon will land nico started to fight and the world around me started to ring. My vision blinking in and out I purse my lips together my eyes teared up.

Before I had realised I had shadowed traveled to a random location on a bunch of rocks, i couldnt tell but i was exhausted. I had landed with a grunt and probably a few grazes but i didn't care. They had started arguing because of me. I hadn't been fighting againt my nature to sleep to see I hadn't cared for myself for...God's know how long!

I curl lean onto my knees shivering at the cold. In a few hours they will stop arguing I kept in mind. I inhail deep the earthly sent and clench my eyes. God's I with I had wore more layers to bed a tank top and joggers arnt going go help with the cold.

It was late,very late. The only thing I could do is sleep even if it would start an argument... I clench my eyes shut ignoring the frosty nips at my skin.

When I woke up I was in a dark cave, covered in many pillows and stuffed toys. "Hello...?" I question my voice sounding more mature. A yawn came from inside the cave before a voice echoed back: 'hello...?'

"Where are we?" I ask wearily, "y/n?" I stay quiet for a few seconds "yes...?"

Meanwhile will and nico had seen searching for hours with the while camp trying to find their runaway lover. They checked, zeus fist, and all the building per chions request. while perxy and annabeth along with Grover checked: the stables, blackjacks stable, and the west woods the others searched everywhere else.

"Will, what If something bad happens to her...?" Nico asked quietly wrapping himself in his coat. "Nothing bad will happen in the camps perimeters" will reassured, not only nuco but himself. The doctor had been terrified when he notified his partner had completely vanished leaving a fragment of sleeping dust on nico's bed.

By now chion had to call of the search for the sake of the campers needing rest for the next days activities,yet he encouraged the couple to find their third peice and excused them from their activities if they find them. When the cabins pasted by the ares cabin gave each official member off the Hermis cabin a coin before grumvelign back to their bunk.

Of course they had set bets, probably: 'who won find the stupid lost girl who vanished into thin air?'

Will stood up from the front porch of the big house beofre stating:"Nico, you stay here just incase y/n was just wondering about the woods and finds their way back" "but will I want to go with you, their not on best terms with you right now" nico argued back, it was extremly rare for them to argue.

After climbing zeus's fist will looked over the edge to see his partner there, he scurried over the side and over to them.

will grazed his cold lovers face, "oh my sweet dear" he whispers. Wills medical mode kicked in and he sat the sleeping girl upright checking the pulse and for any injuries, only grazed hand and a small graze on the cheek.

The only problem was hiw he was going to get y/n down without endangering them.

With y/n she ventured into the cave keeping to the wall. Excripting of a man with wings and winged brow was carved into them but the colour had faded. The architecture was something annabeth would admire and praise. "Who is it?" They question.

"Pity you dont recognise you're father" the voice echoed. A clearing has been made where a fluffy bed had been layed in the center with many more comforters around. God's how big was that bed? King sized? Queen? No emperor size. "Dad?" She echoed back picking up the pace. The figure was sat upright with a blanket around them. "My child" he smiles before yawning.

It was y/n first experience seeing their dad in 14 years so they ran up and jumped onto him. Hugging him tightly. Warm arms hugged around them "my sweet child" he smiled. The pale man had wiped their fourhead of their hair before cupping their face. "The first girl ive had in century's, yet I couldn't meet you the day I claimed you"

Hypnos looked sad and looked lost in thought looking down at his child. Their hair had streaks of white in like how his hair was white, their face and eyes resembled their mother whom he loved dearly. You had been a miracle at birth, he has been their before hades had summoned himcback to the underworld before he could officially claim you as his demi-child.

It still upset red him how he couldn't see how you grew: you're achievements, acimplishemnts and fears. He had missed it for 14 years.

"I dont care, better late the never" they sob into his robes. Hypnos looks at their multi hair before running a pale scrawny hand through it. The father and daughter sat in a comfy silence her arms never leaning his body clinging as if he'll disappear when they let go.

" I fear you must go now, what was his name..? Will, would want you to wake up now and nico is probably worried sick" he sighed. His daughter sat up and nodded. "I'm happy to finally meet you" they croak their voice back to its normal volume.

"I'll see you in a few nights" he whispers kissing their fourhead, and quickly the fell back against him beofre their body disappeared onto sleeping dust.

Will had walked back to camp half blood with his jacket around y/n, by now the sun had risen and campers were cleaning up for cabin inspections. he held her close to his chest arms wrapped around their knees and back proudly walkign pas tthe cabinsaking those outside pause and start to cheer..

" will,you found them!" Nico yelled nearly falling of the porch and running towards them. He placed a hand on their head before jolt back "might aswell caught the dead their so cold" nico removed his iconic jumper and draped it on to his female partner.

Will kicked through hades cabin open and placed y/n to rest on nicos bed as the cabin owner started up the green-ish blue flamed fire. "I'm so glad their ok" will sighed sitting on the bed next to them. Nico knelt of the floor and held his hand to their cheek tracing it gently along their jaw line.

"I tried to tell you stressing and scaring a hypnos kid can cause them to enter a state of distress and sleep as a form of defence"

"I'm sorry for cutting you off" Will sighed finally admitting the fact y/n still needed to learn to controll their powers.

"Hmm...? Nico what's going on?" Both snapped their head at the awaking partner. "Oh y/n I'm sorry I scared you" Will managed out shifting up the bed and hugging their sleeping form. "It's fine...you're right, I need to start a storing out a schedule" "also one thst can fit woth natural sleeping habits" nico adds smiling

[djtheabishai]

This Is How MY Obey Me! Barbatos Is

This can get a bit NSFWy, so I'll put a divider before going into the section. He is also shipped with Simeon in my Obey! Verse, so, Simebarb. Also, cursing and purring demon

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

The game stated he was never a kid, but didn't mention he was never a teen (haha! Loop hole!) So he was raising Brook and Diavolo at the age of (appearance wise) 16 - 18

He has 4 kids. D.J., Brook, Luke and Willow. Brook he found as an egg and raised her since she was egg. He got D.J. when she was thrown out by a unwilling 14 year old (by appearance) Simeon at the age of 8. He kept in content with Simeon so he can keep the angel in the light with how D.J. is doing in the Devildom. He got Luke when Simeon came along. They are a packaged deal. Willow is his only biological child he has with Simeon (Read Willow: Daughter of Simebarb for information how). He doesn't see Diavolo as his child, but more likely his nephew that he happened to raise and serve.

He doesn't use his power unless told to by Diavolo or he REALLY feels the need to disobey Diavolo and see the possible outcomes.

When it comes to Brook and Willow, he is "Father" Luke calls him "Barbatos" , and D.J. calls him either "Barb" or "Father Barb". He is also very protective of his children. He's not the over baring type, but he WILL NOT show mercy if one of his kids gets hurt.

"SOLOMON STAY THE FUCK OUT MY KITCHEN!!" He won't even let him stick his head in the room.

*sees a rat* ... "Where's my knife?" He'll freeze before he'll turn the place upside down trying to catch and kill the poor rodent and find it's nest to do the same. Not so bothered by mice though, he'll just catch and release them into the wild far from where ever he caught it.

Helps tend to D.J. and Diavolo's two headed dog, Cujo.

"You break my daughter's heart, I'll break your neck." - Barbatos to Lucifer about Brook

Doesn't know what to say to D.J. and Diavolo since she's with the prince and he's with Barbatos's daughter.

"I'm sorry, I love you, Father Barb, but if you break my Papa's heart, I'm coming after you." Barbatos slowly looks at the half dragon. " I wouldn't dream of it." Barbatos forms a shit eating smirk. " I'd also LOVE to see you try to come after me." - D.J. and Barbatos about Simeon

When it's just his family in the room, he's more than willing to playfully fight and argue with D.J. and Brook (mostly D.J. since she's the troublesome twin).

"Yup, that's my husband, Barbatos, the Demon Lord's Steward, almighty Master of Time and feared by all, " He's unable to keep a straight face. " arguing with D.J. about butter in the kicthen!" The fallen angel puts his face in his hand and laughs. - Simeon to M.C.

If you say something dumb, he'll stop whatever's he's doing, look at you, go back to whatever he's doing and call you a dumbass by "coughing" or he just closes his eyes, inhails, shakes his head, exhails and go about his business.

"My Lord... Get. Back. To. Work. D.J., stop distracting him."

Doesn't care what D.J. does, as long as she doesn't distract him or the Young Master from working. (She's usually working on Dragon Training anyway to be a distraction.)

Gave Willow a time controlling pocket watch when she was 5.

Willow is his baby girl. You mess with her, you're dead no matter the incident. But he also won't hesitate to punish her if she did something wrong.

He loves baking with Luke. It's his one of his favorite pass times and is getting more and more proud and prideful the more Luke gets better at it.

His other favorite pass time is spending time with Simeon. No matter what it is. Baking, relaxing, talking, "bed time". Don't matter. He loves his fallen angel and wouldn't trade his time with him for anything. He'll tell Diavolo to wait unless it's a dire need. (Diavolo doesn't really bother him that often anyway, knowing even he needs breaks and Simeon is the only one that can give it to him.)

One of his favorite positions is laying on the couch or bed, Simeon behind him, with the fallen angel's legs on either side of him, running his gloves less fingers through the demon's hair, massaging his scalp and base of horns, making him purr and tail wag (more like sway back and forth) a bit. The demon's ankles are crossed, Simeon's other arm is resting on the steward's stomach or by his side, holding his hand. Barbatos's tail tips, toes, feet or legs and fingers twitch every now and then, purring getting a little louder each twitch.

The moment Barbatos sits between Simeon's legs, the fallen angel automatically brings his fingers to the demons head and begins scratching and rubbing. With each pull of the fallen angel's fingers, Barbatos's vision begins to get more blurry and slowly droop and he slowly leans back into his lover, and his head eventually falls on Simeon's chest, the demon purring at that point and eyes closed.

Barbatos at this point is halfway between being awake and being alseep. He feels asleep but he's well aware of his surroundings and what's going on. Sometimes they talk about their day. Any other time it's a comfortable silence with Barbatos's purrs and the sound of Simeon scratching the demon's head fills the room with whatever is playing in the background, rather it be a show their kids are watching, whatever song is softly playing or just purring and scratching. If it's late at night, they'll eventually fall asleep like that, Barbatos still purring in his sleep.

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The man is a switch.

If he feels he hasn't been useful enough by the end of the day, he'll let Simeon dominate the fuck out of him. Any other time he dominates the fallen angel. Which is half the time.

He loves to use his tail to tease and pleasure Simeon.

He has a master kink. Both Dominating and Submitting (Simeon found it to be very effective on hard, rough days at the castle and days when Barbatos feels he didn't do enough). He also growls.

Before Simeon fell, he'd feel a bit guilty about bedding the angel a majority of the time because he'd feel paritly responsible if the reason the angel fell (he paritly is). Now that he's fallen, he doesn't feel no guilt what so ever except when he accidentally hurts him.

Starts slow and teasing that gradually gets rougher and heated the longer they go at it.

Simeon's cries, moans and whines drives him up the wall. He loves giving Simeon blow jobs for this exact reason. He'll keep Simeon's hands and hips down with his hands and tail as he goes to blows him. (Simeon both hates and loves it because he can't move his arms and hips.)

After they go at it, he's tired, and very cuddly. He'll wrap his tail and arms around Simeon and hold him close. They tease each other on what the other said during their moment. Leads to round 2 half the time with the previous sub dominanting.

[sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler]

Next morning, breathing still feels shallow but I'm much better than when I started this.

that being said I now am nervous for the start of the school year, last year was fucking **exhausting** 😥 lung-wise, scar-wise, fatigue I dont yet have an answer for cause I never asked publically in the 1st place-wise, it wasn't as bad as the original post but it felt that bad alot, I'd flop & wobble the hallways at school cause my legs just decided "meh, I dont really feel like it", I'd feel so tired of wobbling I just wanted my body weight to give in & to faint to just get the day over with, I'd hunch over clinging my scars cause THAT SHIT CAN HURT, I'd run to classes still be late & need my inhailer, I'd take myself easy & try not to streatch myself just to get to class on time just to be marked late. My school has 5 fucking floors & a 5 min passing period.

All my friends were like "you should go to the nurse" "you should get an elevator pass" & I was just here like "ha ha- no. I want to but no 😎👉👉"

All that's not even counting the anxiety of just existing in school, the anxiety of all that & adding onto just my normal anxieties & "oh great- it's the last week we have our computers. I have 4 projects due the same day. I have like- 2 done." The last week of school I had like- hour long panic attacks 3 consecutive days in a row. Cause of that my sleep was atrocious. I was fucking exhausted. I had a sick day the last monday of school. By the time it was time to turn stuff in, I didnt even care if it wasnt finished. In 1 week I had to make & present a math game to my class, make a hypothetical 7 day road trip around my state w/ PowerPoint detailing weather, transportation cost, & gas money, finish a late writing assignment, & write a speech about poverty in a week & read it allowed to the class. The only thing that gave me motivation that week was my teacher who gave us the speech assignment. When I was finished I was surprised to get some of the most feedback that day, then after class he pulled me aside & said "I'm going to use very technical language w/ you, you kicked ass" & that was the thing to make my whole god damn year. So yea, I'm kinda scared. What if it all happens again, what if it's worse, what if school & doctors offices is my only life out of home again cause my fucking lungs are triggered by everything except for autumn, what if I dont ask for any sort of help A-FUCKING-GAIN till ppl start needing to force it on me. So yea, fuck school. I really wish I didn't have to go. I wish I'd learn to grow a damn spine so I could at least advocate for myself, just to get through the day & not getting a full breath of air or feeling like I need a cane or some form of mobility aid anymore.

today's gonna be interesting lol

I'm tired so idc about Grammer/spelling rn I try get point across w/ as little effort possible (say I sound like a fucking toddler I dont give a shit)

Area I live = smokey = bad air, scars on side = sometimes hurt, bad air = not breath good & hurt. Mom called lung specialist, nurse lady said no open spot, but if get worse call normal doc/go to urgent care. I think tired from low oxygen in brain. Sorry if not fully legible.

I dont like moving rn, nurse on phone said try use inhailer, but it on other side of the house & no one in room rn to get it for me. I normally cant feel like I get full breath w/out extra effort & feeling lung streatch to far so = hurt, but now also feels less than my normal. My mom just came in & got me inhailer :>

Thank u for coming to mah Ted-talk, i gave you this message laying on foam mattress on floor, asthma sucks, if you know anyone in smokey area especially ppl w/ lung issues plz wish them luck. I'm taking inhailer now :>

[starshiningsirius]

Happily ever after (Yandere Overblot Vil x reader)

I just want to post my poetry about them at this point.

SPOILERS BELOW FOR NEW CHAPTER

Thank you to @flowerofthemoonworld for the gif

The graceful little prefect as you were titled in his head. Looks were above average in his honest opinion. Your hair would gleam in the sunlight one day as you sat by the base of the tree, and your eyes have a docile look in them that'd make your innocence more apparent. Rook was with you during that time which was when he first saw you up close, before any of this mess with the VDC arose.

When he finally caught the attention of both students, Rook was the first one to speak up.

"Ah, Roi du Poison were you in need of my services?"

"Pardon me to interrupt but I need to borrow my vice dorm head for some important matters."

"Ah, it's fine Vil-senpai. See you later then." With that the two were off to Pomeifore and Vil couldn't help but wonder.

"Rook what were you and the Ramshackle prefect conversing about just now?" He only asked because he knew Rook would occasionally behave in a way that would bring trouble and with that prefect with him more than likely it would.

"Curious? Mademoiselle Trickster and I were discussing the art of poetry of which she partakes in! Isn't it wonderful to write your feelings down with such passion it truly is magnifique!" After that Vil stopped listening and confided himself to his own thoughts.

'Poetry?'

That contradicted all of his thoughts on the prefect. He had caught word around the school about the prefect who hanged with two troublesome first years and always would be caught up in trouble. To hear him say poetry of all things definitely changed his mind a fraction about her overall personality. Not to mention her visage while she sat there in depth with whatever she was writing was one that someone would think brought out of a painting.

When the VDC training camp started he noticed more of her small quirks. She was neat and tidy, even if the whole dorm wasn't clean the used areas were. She was polite asking to help set the table or clean dishes with him. They didn't talk much but he noticed all of them. He definitely misjudged the prefect. She was a nice person. He understood why Epel got along with them. She wasn't a particularly bad influence on him.

There was something that annoyed him though.

The sparkles that would appear in your eyes. Just yesterday you complimented Jamil on his voice not only that but everyone else too. Except him.

He heard you talking once about Epel and what he did was wrong and wasn't right in your eyes. Yet you know nothing about what he's been through!

Just once he would have loved to see his effort noticed by her!

Is that too much to ask?!

He's always made out to be the villain in the stories!

He's never heard you compliment him before not only that but those poems. Rook told him that you write them for people your fond of and say them to that person.

Why hasn't he gotten one yet? Is he not good enough?!

All those sorts of thoughts kept piling up in his head. That is until his prayers were finally answered.

She heard him asking his phone the same question yet again.

"Mira, mira who is the fairest one of them all?"

With the same response he was about a second from crushing the phone in his hands. His anger growing from the lack of acknowledgement of his own hard work for the world to see. That's when she spoke up.

"Villains and heroes are fantasy.

This is reality.

And from what I see, the fairest one of all is beautiful blonde in front of me." It was a short poem, but one that spoke a thousand words despite its simplicity.

He turned to see her determination in her eyes. The spark in them did ignite something in his heart.

"It's not finished yet but I thought you might need to hear it now." She said it with such sincerity it caught him off guard a bit.

Why would she do that for him?

He couldn't answer the question himself but it did strengthen his resolve to over come the challenge and become the fairest. Because he had realized on that very day that he fell in love with you. Maybe he hadn't realized those words were to stop him from going on with the silly goal he yearned for.

The VDC was supposed to be his chance. If he could best him then he could prove himself worthy then he could confess and all would be well when you said yes. That comment on Neige's commercial didn't slip passed his ears. He had to prove he was better and winning would do just that.

But when his plans fell apart and you stood against him with a look of what was slight disappointment, and betrayal mixed into one, he couldn't help but to let his mind fall apart from losing one of the things he had tried so hard to gain.

Neige surpassed him again. He was tired of it, sick of it. And the outcome of it was showing her his most ugliest side, well that just won't do will it?

He'll just have to make you see how lovely he can be for you, how beautiful he is and that will be all of what you see.

Increasing the cloud of smoke within the coliseum more of his former team and managers coughed, trying their best not to inhail the smoke that would bring them their untimely demise. It didn't matter to him those who saw his ugly side needed to die and not tell anyone else.

That's when he swept her away, off her feet into where the backstage room was located. Just like a hero was supposed to. With a wave of his hand the purple smoke disappeared within the area and went back outside to the stage. Her coughs died down and Vil smirked down at the beautiful sight before him of someone he longed for.

"What's wrong my darling doll?" He had a smirk on his face seeing his efforts not be wasted for once felt overwhelmingly good to him.

"I'm sorry you have to suffer like this," he floated toward, her coughing fit was slowly going away and she gazed at him backing away from him in fear.

He noticed this of course what didn't he notice about her.

"Glancing at this ugly side you see before you, it's okay I understand. But don't worry, such a beautiful flower will never have its petals plucked again, for I will make sure of it. You won't have to remember seeing such an ugly side of again." Gently grasping her chin and touched the crown placed on his head aa he started to speak.

"To the first who looks into the wearer's eyes will fall in love until they die." Within the seconds he finished his chant her gaze was no longer of fear.

Nothing but admiration and adoration was visible in her eyes. It was perfect to Vil. Placing a gentle kiss on her lips which she returned eagerly. He had a gentle smile on his face a complete contrast to his current form reeking an aura of darkness and pure evil.

"You won't even remember seeing me, cause now all you'll see is my beauty and mine alone, my darling doll." Seems being a villain was far more worth it than he had actually made it out to be. The results of it were better than trying to play nice. He finally got his happily ever after.

Masterlist

[hobis-hope94]

~ Over The Rainbow 2 ~

AN: the post days for this series is gonna be Tuesdays & Thursdays ❤️

🌈 Part One here 🌈

over the rainbow 1

Paring: Bucky x Rogers!f!reader

Characters: Peggy Carter & Winifred Barnes (Bucky’s mum). Rebecca Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers are mentioned.

Warning: swearing, crying, mentions of grief, mentions of death, mentions of depression, mentions of war, mentions of suicidal thoughts, character death & angst.

(gif not mine)

“You’re Y/N Rogers, right?” A British woman stood in your doorway three weeks after Bucky’s death.

You looked terrible. You had been trying to get in touch with the army, having screaming fits at almost anyone you spoke to when they refused to help.

After three weeks of trying, you gave up. You just naturally assumed your baby brother was dead as well. Leaving you all alone.

The only people you really saw were Bucky’s mum and sister. They offered you to move in with them, giving you Bucky’s room. You declined politely, not wanting them to have an extra mouth to feed.

You helped them with money, you helped buy them food and make sure they had a roof over their heads. It was the least you could do.

You were not looking your best, you looked messy. You clearly hadn’t been eating properly, you were still wearing pyjamas. Your eyes blood shot. Hair unbelievably messy.

“Who wants to know?” You asked, your voice horse from all the screaming and crying.

“I’m Agent Margot Carter, you may call me Peggy,” Peggy said gently, noticing you had one of Bucky’s shirts tucked under your arm.

“…okay,” You said slowly.

“I worked closely with your brother, Steve,” Peggy said.

You didn’t fail to notice that her voice shifted at Steve’s name. He was dead. You were alone.

“Come in, agent,” you said stepping aside.

Peggy thanked you as she went in and you shut the door. You made tea for you and her, with the shirt still under your arm the entire time.

Peggy took in yours and Steve’s apartment. She smiled softly at a framed picture of you, Steve and Bucky, arm in arm. You three looked happy.

“Thank you, Miss Rogers,” Peggy said gently as you handed her her cup and you both sat down opposite each other.

“Y/N, please,” you said Peggy smiled and nodded as you gently brought Bucky’s shirt up to your face, inhailing his scent before carefully setting it on your lap. “What’s this about, agent?” You asked gently.

“Peggy, please,” Peggy said, you smiled and nodded. “What I’m about to tell you maybe hard to hear,�� She added tearfully.

“Steve’s dead, isn’t he?” You asked quietly, looking into your mug.

“Yes,” Peggy said tearfully.

You sighed tearfully before taking a sip of your tea. You let some tears roam freely down your cheeks.

“Okay,” you sighed.

“That’s all?” Peggy asked tearfully.

“Peggy, I’ve been dealing with death since I was nineteen. Almost every single one of my family members passed away each year. The hardest of course, being my mom’s,” you shrugged. “I don’t like death and I’ll never get used to anybody I love dying but I have to try and get on with life.”

Peggy sighed tearfully as she took a sip of her tea.

“I have an offer for you,” Peggy said gently.

You looked at her.

“I’m starting a program. Titled S.H.I.E.L.D. I needs agents from all over taking down HYDRA. Finish what Steve and Bucky started,” Peggy said gently. “I’d like you to help me form it.” she added.

“No,” you said.

“Y/N, please,” Peggy said softly. “We could use people with your mind. Your skills. Your courage.” Peggy said gently.

“I need to think it over. I still have people to look out for here,” you said, your mind going straight to Winifred and Rebecca.

“…alright. Here’s my card. If you change your mind, give us a call,” Peggy said gently.

She thanked you for your time and the tea, gave you her regards about Bucky and Steve, then left. You stood holding Bucky’s shirt.

You went to the record player and played Over the Rainbow, holding onto Bucky’s shirt as you swayed.

“What should I do, Buck? What should I do?” You asked Bucky softly, holding his shirt close to your face, letting tears go.

You sighed tearfully as the song finished. You turned the record player off, got somewhat presentable then went to visit Bucky’s mum and sister, knowing they’d be able to help you.

——-

“My darling, hello. I’ve been worried about you,” Winifred said gently, giving you a loving mother’s hug.

You hugged her tightly, you were honestly so grateful for Winifred and Rebecca. Without them, Bucky’s death would have been a lot harder on you. You daren’t think what you might have done.

“So … what are you going to do?” Winifred asked gently after you told her everything, and had a little cry with her.

“I dunno, Winnie. I really don’t know,” you sighed tearfully.

“Well. I know for a fact my James would want you to be doing something. He always believed you were way more advanced to be working as a diner waitress,” Winifred said gently, smiling fondly at the mention of her son.

“Would he want me to go into something so dangerous?” You asked tearfully, looking desperately at her.

“He knew you are brave. You’re braver than you think you are, my dear. Don’t ever forget that for a single moment,” Winifred said gently.

You two sat in silence, both smiling fondly at the thought of Bucky.

“Do you want to do this?” Winifred asked softly.

“…yes. I want to finish what my boys started. Not only that but I want to take down every HYDRA asshole that hurt my boys,” you said firmly, Winifred smiled.

“So what’s stopping you?” She asked gently.

“I don’t want to leave you or Becs. I don’t think Bucky would have been very happy at the thought of his girls being left behind,” you said tearfully.

“Hey. We’ll be alright, my darling. You’ve helped us more than enough. James would have been so proud,” Winifred said gently, wiping a tear that escaped from your eyes away.

You gave her an uncertain look.

“We’ll be okay. We promise,” Winifred said gently. “Kick Hydra’s ass. Kick their ass for taking my boy away and your brother away. Do it for your boys.” She added gently.

You laughed tearfully at Winifred swearing.

“I’m gonna do it,” you said, wiping your eyes bravely.

“Good girl,” Winifred smiled as you both stood up.

You hugged her tightly and ran back to your apartment to make the phone call.

“Agent Carter? This is Y/N Rogers. We met the other day ….yes. My answer …I’m ready,” you said after Peggy had picked up the phone.

“Be ready in 24hrs,” Peggy said on the other end of the phone, she smiled.

You said goodbye then hung up. You ran into your bedroom and packed a bag, bringing almost every piece of clothing that Bucky had left at your place.

You brought along the tape of yours and Bucky’s song, and the only jacket you had was of Steve’s. You carried a piece of each of your boys with you.

You put the record player on one last time:

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there’s a land that I dream of once in a lullaby.

“I’m doing this for you. For you and you too Stevie,” you said to the photograph, which you were going to take with you.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

“I won’t let you two down. I’ll finish the fight you started. I’ll make the world a better place,” you sobbed, clutching the photograph in your hands.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops that’s where you’ll find me.

“I love you both so so much. Thank you for saving the world … for fighting for a better world,” you sobbed, kissing each Steve and Bucky then gently placing the photograph in your bag.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, oh why then oh why can’t I?

You zipped up your bag, gently turned off the record player, gently placed the tape of the song in a protective pocket of your bag.

Before you left your apartment that you grew up in, the two bedroom apartment. With the smallest kitchen, only a toilet and sink in the bathroom, the smallest living room that had a kitchen table and three chairs next to the kitchen.

You looked at the apartment one last time. The sad memories, when you and Steve came back from your mum’s funeral, both lost and crying, you made s’mores in the kitchen and you both sat in her bedroom eating s’mores and talking about your mum for the rest of the day.

The first time Bucky stayed over when you two became official. Or the time Bucky helped you put your mum’s stuff in the charity and make the place yours and Steve’s.

The first new year’s party you both held. It was only you, Bucky, Steve, Winifred and Rebecca. It was lovely. The birthdays, the fighting between you and Steve, the comforting, the baking. Everything.

You took it in.

“Thank you,” you said gently to the apartment you loved so much.

With that, you switched the light off, and gently locked the door. Knowing it was probably the last time you’d see your home.

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[karasunology]

MORNING KISSES + ❝ AM I YOUR LOCKSCREEN? ❞ & ❝ YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT. ❞ with MIYA ATSUMU !

✎ . . . hi! can i request from the prompt list you reblogged lazy morning kisses + “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” with atsumu? thank you!

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <33 ❞

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[ ♡ ] in my drafts for awhile just in case i got no motivation to write and post. surprise! my drafts isn't all about me crying over skz and twice. send requests because i use them as a motivation to write🙈

MIYA ATSUMU.

➜ miya atsumu's favourite thing in the morning was waking up next to you, either you clinging onto him or vice versa ─ he didn't really mind as long as one is attached to the other.

➜ but in this case, you were the one clinging onto his torso, mouth slightly agaped ─ a drool from the side of your lips which he used his thumb to wipe it off, rolling his eyes before silently chuckling at this sight to behold in such an early hour.

➜ you were a sight to behold, one that he would like to keep to himself and only to himself; seeing how you drool, snores that were cute or snores that were not;

➜ your skin still radiant as the sunrise's illumination passed through the window shades, elicited a different angle of the auriferous extracted from the rising star ─ passing onto the shades, kissing your bare face raw and gently as all he wanted was to take a picture of you.

➜ but maybe he'll just wait for awhile

➜ in these situations, there's thre plausible scenarios that could happen

➜ one, he'll let you sleep in for a bit while he'll sit back against the headboard on his phone, usually mindlessly scrolling through the team's imessage group or tiktok.

➜ two, duh he'll eat you out HSSSJS is that even a question??

➜ three, he'll start playing with your hair; combing the strands of hair which framed your face and would then start peppering kisses all over your face softly.

➜ usually would end up with you groaning, telling him to wait for five minutes ─ like literally only five more minutes to let you sleep until he can do whatever he wants with you

➜ no, not in that way

➜ well ─

➜ and that's where MANS WOULD BRING IN THE BIG GUNS

➜ he'll kiss your neck, just to hear a small moan that wow, he just drawn out from you??

➜ but you would still never let him kiss your mouth unless he brushed his teeth this morning

➜ because unlike him, you keep a regular habit of brushing your teeth while waking up; so when you went to the bathroom at 4 am in the morning, you bet you brushed your teeth unless you wouldn't be able to fall asleep once again.

➜ and when you do tell him to brush his teeth first, he'd be highkey offended thank you very much um ,,

➜ would also earn you a grumble and groan, before childishly stompting and sulkting to the bathroom you two shared because he's a huge ass big baby dork that just wants to kiss you ─ why won't you let him kiss you? :(

➜ and expect when he comes back he'll have a puppy pout tugged on his lips as he went back to the safety of the covers. wanting to go back to your warmth but was too prideful and lowkey hurt that you didn't let him kiss you when you woke up.

➜ i told you,  c h i l d i s h.

➜ but ig you love that man😔✋

➜ and when you do initiate something physical with him, he'll just be a stubborn ass bitch and deny you of it.

“ humph! ” he'd usually say, puffing out his cheeks as he furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms while his pout still rested in his lips.

➜ but this is atsumu y'all, he may be hard headed but he just couldn't deny you for more than twenty minutes and after that he'll be right back into your arms.

➜ like honey ,,, marupok siya ok AHHAHAHA

“ love, i told you i don't wanna kiss you when you have that stanky ass morning breath. ”

“ loVE, i tOLd yE i dON'T wAnNa kiSs yE whEn yE hAvE thAt stAnKy ASs morniNg breAth ”

➜ ugh we love a petty ass bitch💅

“ baby, 'tsumu, i love you ” you looked up at him with puppy eyed, copying his puppy pout as well AND MANS JUST CAN'T RESIST IT ANYMORE

“ hmm . . ”

➜ he'd hum, showing you that he was contimplating his answers but you know most of the time he'd be nuzzling his face onto your neck, pressing his body against your back with his arms around your waist or torso as his chin rested in your shoulders.

“ i love you too. ” he'd mumbled, before probably kissing your ears

➜ Shawty👧🏽like a💫melody 🎶 in my ⏸ head😩that I 🙈 can’t 😰 keep out 🚫 got me😛singing 🎤 like 😳 na na na na 🤪everyday 🌈 got my ipod 📱 stuck on replay🔄...𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦...😔

➜ and you bet he'll be getting his kisses that you denied him of earlier, but times ten folds

➜ he'd kiss you with so much passion, you didn't notice the slight roughness in his actions.

➜ and he'd definitely hit you with a:

“ good morning, beautiful. ”

➜ and finally after he calms tf down, he'd be watching tiktoks on his phone while he'll be in the same position as he was before

➜ loves inhailing your scent

➜ but then his phone's battery would be dead and you got no choice but to get up

➜ until, atsumu had a great idea of using your phone to watch tiktoks on it since he knows you have it installed

➜ he was kinda weirded out when you didn't want him to open your phone, your excuse being that you guys need to eat breakfast now but mans probably wasn't buying any of it

➜ you weren't hiding anything were you?

➜ you weren't cheating on him right?

➜ hee knew you weren't that type of person at all but his insecurities got the best of him

➜ as cocky as this man is, he'd usually cover his insecurities with half-hearted confidence.

➜ again as i said he's stubborn so he wouldn't let you out of his grasps just yet

“ no :< ”

➜ and once he's got enough of play fighting, he'd simply just reach onto you, pulling you into another kiss so you wouldn't notice him taking the phone from your hands.

➜ honestly a HUGE win-win for the both of you, you = breathless, him = has your phone

“ atsumu no ─ ”

➜ his eyes slightly widened at the picture before him, both of his eyebrows rising up before looking back at you with a smug smirk tehee🙈

“ is this ─ is this why you didn't want to let me use your phone? ” he couldn't help but let a teasing grin explore his face, he didn't know that you were actually that type of person

“ haha no ─ ”

“ ─ am i your lockscreen? ” he asked you, a teasing smile accompanied by one of his eyebrows which he cocked up

“ you weren't supposed to see that. ” your face in a deep blush because oh my god after all these time you guys were with each other ─ he has never failed to make you a flustered mess

➜ after that incident, he wouldn't let you go that day. while cooking breakfast, he'd he so clingy with you that you almost burnt your pancakes

➜ just very overly touchy with you because wow was he in cloud 9, like that boosted his ego so much that it was ASTRONOMICAL at this point

➜ but ngl whenever you'd pry him off of you to go to the bathroom, he'd ALWAYS secretly look at your phone's lockscreen until the image of both him and you as your lockscreen was imbedded in his brain ─ making him giddy every damn time

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Short- ABO universe!

Keigo Takami x (gn) reader

Hawks x (gn) reader

Warnings-mostly SFW, only one sentence where hawk's mind goes to the gutter. That's it.

Note- if any one likes it I'll continue 😁

Letting him see them was the commission's biggest mistake.

Hawks contemplated calmly as he soared high above the city. From time to time when the avian man had a lot on his mind and not enough patients to deal with every fan he comes across, he would take to patrolling the skies. From high up keigo had a great view of the city and thanks to his sharp eyes could easily see what activities the bustling city was going through. Citizens on their way to and from work, some hanging out with friends after school and some walking their little ones accross the busy intersection. The pro hero couldn't help but let his eyes linger on the parents fawning over their children. It made him Think back to his own bleak childhood.

He couldn't help but wonder what it Would feel like, having a family to protect and fawn over. To make matters worse his rut was super close. He could already begin to feel himself pant and sweat, the usual symptoms befor his rut fully hit. It was a good thing patrol was almost done. He needed the week long vacation he was promised.

Having been traned by the commission since he was a child, the people in charge of him had to find ways to deal with his more avain tendencies. When puberty hit keigo takami, they had to learn the hard way quickly that some born with animal like quirks were increadably difficult to handle during mating season. They tried giving him suppresants and for a while they worked. They're biggest mistake however was letting him see the small creature they'd brought in to train.

The incident keigo will never forget came when he was fifteen. during his highschool years they found his ruts were getting more difficult to control. Keigo had been training in a massive out door obstacle course (courtesy of the funds donated by the hero commission) when he'd first caught the smell. It was tantalizing. It made feathers ruffle. He couldn't describe the smell but knew that it was intoxicating. He couldn't help but search for what it was. This scent had him swooning with each inhail as he made his way closer to it as fast as he could. This smell made him feel safe. Like a long forgotten memory used to comfort your anxieties. Keigo had never felt this way. His whole life was filled with neglect and abuse and that was before the commission took him in.

The smell and the feeling it gave him was something he could not pass by. He needed it. He needed it like he needed air. He vowed to find what ever it was and keep it for eternity.

As he brushed through the thick forest, he could feel the branches of trees scrape his wings, but paid them no mind as he gained speed. Coming in to a small clearing, he could see people standing around in a small semi circle clearly whispering among themselves. They were toadies and doctors from the commission and there beside them was a smaller creature with beautiful little white wings. His abrupt intrusion however startled the group of people who all grabbed the smaller child and shoved the tiny thing behind them before he could get a better look.

"Hawks! What are you doing here? Your not scheduled to use the obstical courses until after classes! " the doctor in the coat yelled up at him with a slightly panicked look.

Hawks lowered himself to the ground as he spoke .

"Sorry classes were let out early today so I figured I'd get a head start. You know, fastest man around and all that. "

It was the mantra they'd been drilling into his head for years now. Part of his conditioning to make him the best hero.

He landed with gentle feet on the grass so as to not alert them. Judging by their behavior he'd say they were definitely scitish and they were definitely hiding something.. or someone he thought as he heard a small whimper.

The few adults in the back began to usher that small someone further away from him. He realized they must have been testing the quirk of a new recruit. But why hide it from him? He's eaten and trained with other kids here before, why was this one a secret? And why did they smell soo damn good? Keigo felt a jolt of panick run up his spine. Why were they taking them away? His breathing became heavier. His body started to sweat and he could feel a painful pressure in his fingertips and gums. A glance down told him his nails had elongated and by running his tongue over his teeth he could tell that his canines were longer too . What was happening to him? The delectable scent was invading his nostrils to the point that he felt his brain go foggy. The rest was a blure.

When he awoke the next day it was in a hospital like room. But he could tell he was still with the hero commission. It was only logical they had their own hospital wing considering they put minors through extreme training. He looked down at himself to asses the damage but only found a small pinhole surrounded by a bruise on his chest. So they'd tranquilized him. He had to have been very close in range , practically right on top of them for it to have left that kind of mark. It made him shudder. What would have happened if they had not shot? Or if they had taken the shot with a real bullet . He tried to think back to what happened but could only recall a few flashes like pictures and emotions from his memory before his head started to pound.(must be from the drugs he thought bitterly) And that scent that would not leave his mind.

Who were they? Why did the commission want him to stay away? Why did he lose control?

When the doctors came to check on him he figured he'd ask if they knew what happened. And for onec they were thankfully honest. From what they could tell Hawks had a secondary gender that usually showed up in those with animalistic like quirks. Hawks was an alpha. And the tasty smelling person they were assessing in the woods was an omega. They told him it was a normal reaction but he didn't fully believe it. Even now as a full grown pro hero, Hawks had smelled quite a few omegas around different cities but none of them smelled the way that the forst one did. Who were they? He only caught a glimpse of small white wings.

Hawks never caught sight or smell of them again... Until recently.

The commission must have moved them to a different location. For years keigo tried to smooz information out of the commission about other children they had taken in to train. But they stayed on top of their game, never letting a speck of information slip but, Japan is small and he finally caught the sent he'd been searching for, for years.

He'd followed it to a quaint little apartment building the next town over. It was a small town more on the impoverished side of the tracks but keigo didn't mind. It would only help him locate them easier. The only thing that stopped keigo was the shout of a woman in distress. He should have figured, crime never takes a break. He altered course and flew to where the commotion was coming from. A petty thug trying to rob a middle age woman, hawks already knew it wouldn't take long for him to defuse the situation, take the criminal in and get back to his hunt before his rut fully kicked in.

That was until, a beautiful creature with wings white as snow swooped down faster than even him and took the criminal out with one hit. That may have been over kill thought hawks before he completely lost his train of thought when that sent hit him again... Oh no, his mind was already fogging. Why did they have such an effect on him? Years of mental discipline flew out the winow every time he caught taste of that smell on the wind. Could he hold out? Could he control himself so close to his rut? What if he ended up hurting them? He stopped to rethink his plan when he heard their beautiful voice ring out.

They were consoling the womam who had been attacked. That's when Hawks finally realized he'd been hovering mid air for at least a few minutes deep in thought. He'd never been so off his game. Finally, the other hero turned to him and their voice rang out.

"Sorry pal, didn't mean to steal the spot light. I mean this is my area to patrol today."

Hawks was flabbergasted. There they were. He'd been searching for so long and here they were and of course his mind wouldn't function. They were beautiful. (Hairlength (y/h/c) curled in soft waves and your (y/e/c) eyes looked up at him with amusement. How had he never actually seen you before. A rush of anger towards the commission had him breathing heavier. How could they keep you apart? You were perfect. Your costume hugged you perfectly and accentuated all the best places. Hawks was shook. He panicked momentarily.. What was he even supposed to say?

'Hi I'm hawks you don't know me but I've been hunting you for years. '

Funnily he couldn't see that going over well. He tried to think fast.

The first Impression they had of him was probably when he attacked the commission members. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off now. Not now that he finally found you. Think! He told himself.

"That's alright pretty bird. I was just in the neighborhood after patrol, thought I'd lend a hand."

Hawks lowered himself slowly to the ground a distance away. He didn't want them smelling his pheromones which were surly escaping without his consent now.

The other hero finished clapping some quirk canceling hand cuffs on the villain and made sure the woman was okay to leave after taking a brief statement and calling the police. They did everything perfectly, efficiently. And hawks had to use all his self control to not rush over and begin sniffing their neck like a weirdo. Every thing about them screamed at him to take them, to protect them, to make them his forever. To burry his cock so deep inside them that they never thought about another. Keigo shook his head. Don't scare them off he thought.

'Take it slow, no rushing this. You can do this'. He told himfelf with confidence. He's flirted and gained people trust before, this would be easy for him.

"Always the hero even on your time off?"

They asked with a chuckle.

"Guess I shouldn't expect anything less from the number two hero. "

They shot him a cheeky smile and continued to help the police officer load the villain in the vehicle.This was going to be harder than he thought...

But no matter. He could have patients, he's waited this long after all and good things do come for those who wait.

"Well baby bird. How about I get your number? Or I could give you mine incase you ever need a hand. "

Hawks panicked... That was apparently the wront thing to say. They quirked an eye brow at him and took a more offensive stance by folding their arms across their chest. And what a beautiful chest it was Keigo thought. Then tried desperately to shove that though away when they finally answered.

"Thanks but I think I'll be okay. " they turned to walk away but kaigo panicked!

"Wait! " hawks nearly yelled but composed himself quickly. "You live around here? I could walk you home."

Keigo rubbed his neck sheepishly trying he's best to seem cool but instantly wanted to shove his foot in his mouth. Why did he say that? He knew he came off as creepy and deprate. He's never had anyone knock him off his game before.

"No thank you, I'll be fine. " they responded as they turned to leave. Well what was he supposed to do now? He couldn't let them disappear again but at least he had a good idea where they lived, if the stronger scent surrounding the building he'd found a few weeks prior was anything to go by. For now he'd have to play it cool until he could figure out a good plan to ask them to date. Date? Or was it courting? He'd never had to before in his life. He'd become very accustomed to the fast lane- instant gratification kind of life style he's been living since he broke out on his own. But for them.. He'd wait an eternity. Their scent lingers even after they've left. But hawks didn't move, still trying to breath in the last of the fading aroma and when it had finally faded he felt a very deep pit like whole in his chest. How was he going to survive without them? Could he survive taking things slow? He could tell they weren't some fan that usually tried throwing themselves at him. He'd have to take his time, he told himself. He'd have to for them.