#and then starting biting me which was less nice but expected lol

[egglygreg]

hugging you hugging you hugging you

Thankyou, it's been a pretty rough day, after a difficult couple of weeks 🧡🧡🧡

[roxy-writes]

GIRLY DO MAFIA BAKUGOU AND KIRISHIMA X READ AND MAKE IT SMUTTY!!!!!! It's fine if you don't want to😅 BUT IF YOU CAN THAT WOULD BE GREATTTTT!!! LOVE YOU BESTIEEEEEEE 🥰

OK IM DOING IT. also i've lowkey been putting off my asks so if i haven't responded i'll get there soon lol <3 sorry

warnings: not proofread, smut, reader sits on bakugo's lap, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader has a pussy, extreme dubcon, biting, reader gets spanked, noncon creampies, reader cries, dead dove: do not eat

You sat tied to a chair in Katsuki Bakugo's office. You didn't know a lot about what was happening, just that he was a fairly well-known mafia boss and this was very very bad for you. He sat in a comfortable looking chair on the other side of his desk, his right hand man standing tall beside him. Kirishima Eijiro, who appeared way less threatening than his counterpart. But you figured he's probably just as bad as Bakugo, if not worse. You knew pretty much why you were here.

You were taking a walk somewhere, you can't remember where. The alleyway you saw was a nice shortcut, sure, but you probably should've just gone the long way. You didn't really expect to see someone being brutally murdered when you turned the corner, of course. As Bakugo turned to face you, the unknown body slumped to the ground at his feet. You sprinted away in the opposite direction, but you weren't fast enough, and that's how you ended up here.

"I was going to just kill you, but my partner here convinced me otherwise. How lucky you are. Well, I don't really know about that. You'll probably think you're better off dead once we're done with you." Bakugo says. You wonder what the fuck that might mean. "We obviously can't let you go though. You'll have to be of use to us in some other way." You're pretty sure you know what that means, based on Kirishima's hungry look. "Untie her," Bakugo commands, "not like she'll be able to escape." Kirishima moves to follow Bakugo's orders and only then do you notice his teeth. They're razor sharp, and they look dangerous. You figure things can't get any worse from here.

But of course they do. Bakugo makes you sit on his lap, the bump that you feel from under his nice dress pants rubbing against your thigh. He's changed since you first saw him, thank God, so there's no blood on him. You're frozen in place, his hands planted on your ass. There was no denying he was attractive, but this was not a situation you wanted to be in. "Kirishima, what do you say we get he used to how it's gonna be here?" Bakugo says, and fear rushes through your body. You're bent over the table in seconds, your dress being torn off your body. You want to struggle, but you know it won't do anything except anger him. He rips off your bra and panties, and your nipples harden at the cold. He beckons Kirishima over, and the red-haired man crouches down so he's face-to-face with your cunt. You're scared of those teeth being so close to your pussy, but Bakugo keeps you from being able to tilt your head to look at Kirishima. Kirishima's first long lick up your slit has you holding back a moan. "Make some noise, bitch." Bakugo spits, so you stop holding back as Kirishima sucks on your clit.

His tongue enters your hole, making you clench and keen. You're nearly forgetting about what's really happening and starting to focus only on how he's tongue-fucking you. Then his tongue's gone and his teeth are sinking into your thigh. You cry out in pain and squirm, which only seems to egg Kirishima on as he marks your thighs up. One of his big fingers slips inside of you and curls, pressing against your special spot. You cum with a cry as Kirishima licks up the blood dripping down your legs. Fuck, it aches. You hate to admit you're sort of turned on by it, but it still fucking hurts. Bakugo's already pressing his dick to your entrance and pushing in. You're still sensitive and you moan. He's bigger than you thought he would be, but he doesn't give you any time to adjust to the stretch as you expected. He immediately begins pounding into you. He shakes the desk with every thrust, and the edge of it digs into your hips.

Bakugo slams into your cervix. You make a noise of discomfort, and he raises his hand. He brings it down hard on your ass, the sting making tears form in your eyes. He does it again on your other asscheek, and you try not to make too loud of a noise in fear of what he'll do. You just whimper quietly as he fucks you. He's gonna cum soon, you can tell by how much he's twitching inside you. Oh shit, you think, he can't cum inside. You're not on birth control, oh shit, oh fuck, you think. He's definitely not wearing a condom. "No, fuck, don't cum inside, please!" you yell, but he just spanks you again. You feel hot ropes of cum coat your walls and tears stream down your face. You can almost feel him smirk. Kirishima shoots you a sympathetic look from where he was watching. You press your face into the desk and sob.

this is my 100th post lol

[armory-rasa]

Project time: gambeson!

Been a while since I've liveblogged a new project, so I figured I'd take you with me on a voyage of discovery as I attempt to make a gambeson, aka arming jacket (among many other names), the quilted coat that goes underneath maille or plate armor to provide padding for comfort and protection. At its simplest, this:

I've always liked the look (when they're fitted better), but never had a use for one until the other day when I finally decided to bite the bullet and start doing SCA combat, as the local guys have been trying to get me to do for literally years. First fighter practice is next weekend, let's see what I can get done before then.

(Lolol, make no mistake though, I am not as good at sewing as I am at leather, because I only ever do it under duress. It's entirely possible that what I produce today by winging it will be underwhelming and/or unusable.)

So I looked at a BUNCH of pictures online to see all the various design choices available, and decided that I wanted:

Stylishly long, hitting right below the knee

Stylishly angled, with the hem coming to points rather than being cut square across

Detachable sleeves -- one, because sleeves are hard to make fit nicely, and two, because I'm undecided whether I want wide half-length sleeves (like the picture above) or fitted full-length sleeves. If they're detachable, I can have both.

Lacing on the sides -- because that's an easier way to get the fitted look than, y'know, actually tailoring it to fit. Also means it'll still fit even if I lose or gain inches.

Hat tip to this instructable for alerting me to the existence of pre-quilted fabric at Joanns, and also for doing it with two layers of that fabric, which was reassuring because I've never worked with it before and I was worried that just sewing single layers together would make it too bulky at the seams. I didn't need darts in the chest like hers did (lol thank god, because that looks Hard to do), and I wanted a less dramatic angle on the hem.

To that end, I used the pattern from my Anders brigandine as the jumping-off point:

Though I added some inches because I am no longer the skinny twink I used to be:

TIME TO CUT, BECAUSE I DON'T BELIEVE IN MUSLIN MOCKUPS AND I LIKE TO LIVE DANGEROUSLY.

(This, for the record, is why my sewing projects never turn out as well as they could, but I know myself and I know that if I do a mockup, I will be Fucking Done With Sewing by the time it's over, and then never get around to making the real thing. I expect this gambeson to be a learning experiment, and then wearing it for combat will further show me what I need to adjust for the next one.)

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hey. I originally sent this ask to virginia bc a lot of what i see usually comes from her asks, but it is also relevant to your s2 rant so wanted to ask you this too. I don’t understand what you mean by the show people are “making up in their heads”. I watched the show and then went online which was a mistake since a lot of book content was being revealed to me, so I read a couple of the books for context. Still I disagree with a lot of the takes I have seen. How is lestat being “big bad patriarchal” something that people are making up in their heads? Why is it that when the vamps are having good moments we can agree “that they are married!” and “that’s their daughter!” but when it’s bad moments all of a sudden it’s “they’re vampires so it’s not domestic abuse and lestat is not big bad patriarchal”? I understand that a lot will be revisited in s2, but s1 is Louis’ account of things and what he is showing us is very much big bad lestat so idk how that can be something people are making up in their heads. I’ve noticed that while a lot of the speculation for s2 draws from the books (obvi), they don’t take into consideration that some things just don’t work anymore because of the change in the level of violence shown, and bc these characters are Black! Like Louis or Claudia lying about their abuse would be incredibly problematic, so would a revisit of Lily showing that she’s shady/a villain. (And i feel like you agree with this so idk why you say you’ll block ppl who say this). I understand where the theories are coming from, but having these things play out would actually be racist and calling it bad writing if it happened would be very valid criticism! It’s very important to be critical of these things even if it comes from an otherwise very good show!

I’ve also seen stuff about making fun of people complaining that Assad and Jacob are not being paired together, when that is also a valid complaint/want (and I’m positive they’ll be paired together more as they keep promoting s2). I’m excited for loumand even after reading some of the books and knowing that Loustat (or just lestat) is the center of the VC, but the second half of book iwtv definitely centers Loumand, and even before reading the books my expectation was still a centering of those two characters. Don’t get me wrong I am a huge jam reiderson fanatic (literally started watching the show bc I saw that trivia with jam reiderson video) but I am also excited to see Jassad!!! Another incredibly important reason that people are excited for this pairing is of course that they are a queer interracial poc couple!! In fantasy no less!! So it’s understandable that people (myself included if you couldn’t tell lol) would be excited to see them together outside the show as well!! And making fun of them looking forward to it is like not great. So far the stuff ive seen ab press pairing is ppl being eager to see Jassad, but over here it reads as “haha no jassad we told you so” which is so incredibly weird. Again, I’m trying not to come off as like aggressive, and I get that being accused of being racist is obviously not a great thing to receive, but I do think that a refusal to examine or question why people think certain decisions would be racist is also not great.

I feel like a lot of the times when fans are pointing out the racism in the fandom and stuff, it gets taken as them being hateful and aggressive etc etc, but like idk it’s hard to be nice when you see things that are clearly so problematic and it gets glossed over in the fandom. Idk if you’ll answer this but I just thought it was important to share.

Okay, you know, I'll bite. Once.

"Making fun of people is not great". "being accused of being racist is obviously not a great thing to receive, but I do think that a refusal to examine or question why people think certain decisions would be racist is also not great"

"I’ve noticed that while a lot of the speculation for s2 draws from the books (obvi), they don’t take into consideration that some things just don’t work anymore because of the change in the level of violence shown, and bc these characters are Black! Like Louis or Claudia lying about their abuse would be incredibly problematic, so would a revisit of Lily showing that she’s shady/a villain."

Let's examine these, shall we.

Just because Louis and Claudia are black now, they are NOT different characters. If you had read my rant, and listened to the sources, read the interviews, then you would KNOW that. You would know that JACOB (and Bailey) have said that. LITERALLY.

A certain part of the fandom keeps saying this, but that is just... not it. And I get where it's coming from! But they already confirmed that the characters are still the book characters. And the people (including you?) who keep worrying that point just don't want to acknowledge their stance being wrong.

But that is not something that >I< am making up.

Which, in turn, negates your argument.

Also, everything shown in s1 will be put into context in s2, as already said - also something I more than laid out in the rant. That includes the "violence". Again, that's been said.

When the racial changes became clear for Louis and Armand (and Claudia) some of the book fans winced, NOT BECAUSE OF THE CHANGE ITSELF, but because you know, we KNOW what's coming.

All the show fans now claiming Lestat was sooo bad for Louis... oh you haven't seen Armand. Armand will literally gaslight Louis, make him do things against his will (things that will have Louis say he lost the last of his humanity!), isolate him by KILLING CLAUDIA and the coven (intentionally! so he can have him to himself!), and spell-bind him, repeatedly. Armand will chop off Claudia's head and sew it onto another's body to see what happens. And then send her into the sun, to burn.

He will also, as has already been made clear now, "tinker" with Louis' memories.

You think that's cute?! Wholesome? Because they're POC now? Oh sweetie. This show will pull the rug out from under you. And that is not meant as belittling. These things will happen. They dialed up the (absolutely existing) themes to 10 in s1, they will do so once more in s2.

And lastly, re the fun, and being accused of things.

Go and read through the comments of "Laden as the sea". Read what I wrote in the notes, and why, and then what people threw at me. Come on, go ahead. It's a ride. I did not delete ONE comment. None. They're all there. Some of the commenters have edited their comments, so the still-up one is not the one they initially wrote, but I get mails for all comments, so... I've read them.

And I'm not even talking about the shit here.

Oh, and I didn't say that the patriarchal and abuse themes were made up. Which you would also know if you had actually read my rant.

And, again, if you had really read what I've written, you would know that I wrote this: if I‘m going to see anyone scream “bad writing“ or “Louis being made a liar or the memories revisited/changed is racism“ when the changes will hit I‘m just gonna block you.

And that... has nothing to do with the problematic things that might arise from the revisits, because of course there are many traps there to consider, because of the racial change. That I agree with.

But it's not bad writing, or racism, if and when these things happen.

It's just not what some people want to happen. And that is what I mean with the "story made up in their heads".

If you really read the books, then you would know what's coming.

Because this show is made by book fans. It might be good to remember that.

[theflavorofmyautismisspicy]

i love to read people yap about this show lol so here's another ask: do u maybe wanna expand on why you like the other dynamics u mentioned? People on here talk a lot about Deon n toxic yuri queens Natascha + Vanessa (rightfully so!) but I haven't heard or read much about jojonessa or marlkong (the latter always kind of floats around but isn't discussed that much i feel)

Gladly !!

With Jojonessa, I just think their friendship is very sweet. Like Jojo being the one who immediately accepted and wanted Vanessa to be part of the team and clearly thought that she was so cool and was never afraid to defend her. On the other hand there’s Vanessa being always ready to break the law or go “fuck this dude” for Jojo’s sake. Gotta love how protective they can get over one another. And ofc there’s that scene of Vanessa referring to herself as Jojo’s sister, which I will never be normal about. Jojo has quite a traumatizing backstory with his father being dead and mother being treated at a clinic so Vanessa going “yea you have now something like a sister” really solidifies that he doesn’t have to deal with all of that alone and that his friends are like a family to him. But yeah all though I like them way more as friends or even with a big sister and little brother type of dynamic but I’m not opposed to romantic Jojonessa either. They do have a certain “me and my cool wife” charm to them. Jojo watching Vanessa with heart shaped eyes as she bites an energy drink open with her teeth

With Marlkong, I like the whole Kong’s redemption arc episode and how those two kinda became friends. That whole plot point kinda subverted my expectations, I know the whole “befriending the enemy” is a trope that exists but I still wasn’t expecting it on my first watch and I thought it was done in a nice way. It makes sense when thinking of the teams characteristics for Marlon to be the one to reach his hand out for Kong and give him a chance. Since he’s more calm and less of a hater when compared to his brother for example. I wouldn’t still necessarily say I ship them too much but they do have a lot of potential together, personally I like the idea of Marlon whose used to being the backbone of everything and always helping everyone being the one to actually receive help this time and it’s from Kong going “hey dude thanks for believing in me but you gotta stand up for yourself more sometimes, let me help you with that”. It would also offer some more development for Kong’s character if he’s now willing to help someone out just for the sake of it. But yeah if anyone in the fandom has a proper Marlkong essay please drop it, would love to read it, I know they’re constantly rotating in some peoples brains🙏

I’ll also yap a bit about Leonessa since I also mentioned them in the post you were referring to. I think the whole “characters who are always bitching at each others but also care about each other a lot” trope is really great. I like how their friendship kinda developed through the series all though I’m convinced they were like seconds away from starting to bite the other multiple times. In my heart they’re wlw/mlm hostility icons but I don’t mind romantic Leonessa either

[narrators-journal]

Part 8

Oh. My. God. This part alone took SO LONG to rewrite!! I've taken a 5,982 part, to 6,085 words, and I am hoping that is from better descriptions and emotional focus rather than bloat lol. Other than that, I can't exactly say if Yukari is a good portrayal, in or out of character, but I tried.

CW: slight groping, more blueballing lol

Previous part: here

Next part: here

TOC: here

After that conversation, both men tried to keep to their words. Starting with Ryoji warming back up to the sacrifice, and Minato doing his best to not be as cold as he had been. Even when the brunette gave him his abandoned anti-depressants, a sketchy, yet caring act to attempt and help his mental state, or tried, and failed, to get him clothes that were more than his white dress the man bit back any urges to shove Ryoji away. He may have bristled still. But, he refrained from belittling the too big or too small clothes his roommate had gotten him. He simply kept in mind that, as a sacrifice to the god of death, Minato was banned from being taken shopping.

Yet, even with his best reasoning or choking down his venom, the transition was not swift nor easy. And in the months between one icy season to the next year's bout of chill, Minato could only try his best. Though, even then he couldn't help but feel an ever-present mix of melancholy and dread in his chest. After all, the return of his medication curbed his loss of motivation and days spent watching television in bed, but they did little to make letting Ryoji closer any easier.

At this point, I doubt I'll get taken by Thanatos. He was musing one cooling late spring evening. Sitting out in the garden of dead rows and clusters of flower bushes as the setting sun painted the sky beautiful rose gold hues. Though, I mean, did I actually expect to leave? With how attached Ryoji seems to be? At that, he glanced at the suspender-clad brunette sitting beside him. Both, meaning Minato got not only his own part, but the majority of ryoji's as well, eating a dinner of over-seasoned fried chicken in the beautiful light of the setting sun. But, while the man seemed content in the scene, Minato found himself less settled. Does that mean I should just bite the bullet? Open up about everything? He asked himself. The idea making a bit of sense, since he'd be likely staying with the man for the foreseeable future, so might as well, right?

Though, he didn't need to debate what topic to bring up, because Ryoji paused his meal to ask,         "Hey, Mina. Would it be too invasive if I asked you if you missed your hometown?" Which, got the man to think about it before he shook his head,       "I mean, I know it's a bit wrong, but not really." He admitted, looking up to the sky as it darkened into night. "Though, i guess I'm biased since I got tossed out as a sacrifice."         "Ah, yeah, I guess the system for sacrifices isn't particularly fair." Ryoji agreed, putting his plate aside "But, this place isn't bad, is it? I mean, y'know, circumstances considered." Minato shrugged at that,       "Considering I expected to be dead or violently assaulted by now. This place is pretty nice. Especially since I lived in a tiny, nasty apartment before I was thrown to the wolves."

The brunette smiled at that, hooking his thumbs under his suspenders proudly, earning a chuckle from the sacrifice. But, after his moment of preening, Ryoji settled back into their comfortable silence. Leaning back in the porch chair he sat in, watching the stars with Minato and listening to the occasional chirp of the bravest crickets coming out of hiding.           "Hey Ryoji, since you asked me a question, can i ask you one?"         "Sure," the assistant hummed, the shaggy-haired emo looking over to him as he asked,         "Why are there no crickets here? I think even when I was running in the woods things went silent when you got near, so...what the hell is that about?" Ryoji kept his eyes on the star-littered sky as he spoke with a shrug of his own.         "I can tell you the silence here is from Thanatos coming around. Most living things don't particularly enjoy the Grim Reaper's presence. As for the woods thing..." He paused to think back, "I heard animals when I was looking for you. Maybe you missed them in your panic." And the man conceded to that. In his frantic race to try and get away, he had missed a glaring tree root, he could have very well missed the sounds of whatever winter fauna was there. So, he accepted the answer and stretched.

After that, though, Ryoji made it a game. Taking turns with the midnight-haired sacrifice asking questions.         "So, what's it like preparing for...your job." Minato asked, Ryoji humming,           "Oh, about as average as any other child being groomed by a predator." They both laughed a bit at that before Ryoji turned serious. "No, but really. It wasn't that bad. I had every chance to back out, I had two siblings who could've done it, and I wasn't shown any traumatizing thing to 'prepare me' or whatever you might assume. The worst part was finding a way to off myself when it was time to take up the mantle."

The sheer nonchalance in his words made the sacrifice blink at the god's assistant. Who only looked back at him for a long, silent moment before he cracked. The pudgy brunette cackling like a 2-pack-a-day madman and relieving the tension in the air at last.         "Don't joke like that so seriously! You make me look stupid!" Minato snapped, making the assistant laugh harder,         "Why did you think it was true to begin with?!"         "Do you think I got the rundown of sacrifice etiquette like you did?! I don't know what to believe about your fucking life!" He pointed out. Glaring pink-faced at the brunette as he wheezed and howled with twisted mirth until he got his breath back.         "Did you think you nailed a corpse?" Was his first question, his voice too full of hope to appease the emo's pride.

Expectedly, the two let the chilled air mellow back out before picking the game back up while watching the stars.         "Do you think your parents miss you, at least?" Was Ryoji's follow-up question. Instantly stirring up a sick sense of anxiety from the blue-haired man. A potent enough discomfort, that Ryoji said nothing when Minato instead countered with,     "It's getting pretty late into December this year. Are you gonna pick up a sacrifice like last year?"       "Nah," The brunette hummed, "Thanatos usually brings them. Though, I have been 'on call'" he said with air quotes, "in case the sacrifice brought needs anything. Kinda like I did with you, but usually it's less hypothermic threats, and more explaining and soothing." Minato nodded at that,         "Damn, was my year that bad?" And Ryoji nodded,         "The year you got sacrificed was kind of crazy. Cold, snowy, windy, you couldn't have been sacrificed in a worse year, in my opinion."         "Damn." he repeated. Letting the question game pitter out in favor of admiring the crystal clarity of the starry winter night.

Eventually, they moved inside with their plates. Minato helping Ryoji with the dishes in silence until the brunette asked in a cautious voice,         "Funeral lily, I know you don't want to talk about it too much, but...do you and your parents have a relationship?" Getting another stretch of silence until the man finally answered.         "My parents died in a car crash when I was seven. So...no."

Ryoji nodded and didn't press further. Letting their silence continue through the remaining dinner dishes and migration into the living room to watch television before bed. A regular part of a routine they had developed when it became clear that the sacrifice would not vanish. A pleasant routine, of little more than sitting side-by-side on the gothic couch, or sometimes cuddling, as the TV played some random show.

So, when the taller brunette tugged him into his arms, Minato found that he didn't feel a strong burn crawl across his pale skin. That sense of disgust he grew used to gnawing at him numbed by the familiar warmth of the casual affection.

Instead, Minato simply relaxed and let the god's assistant pull him into a more comfortable position on the velvety, vampiric couch. Melting like hot butter under the persuasion of his full stomach, the rhythmic breathing of his companion, and the way Ryoji lazily rubbed circles into his back. Until his grey eyes could no longer focus on the cooking show playing on the screen and began drifting shut.

All it took was a single blink, and the shaggy-haired man was aware of something draping over him instead of the pleasant weight of someone's arms. Also aware of an abrupt silence in the darkened living room.           "Ryoji?" He mumbled, prying his eyes open to blearily look around in the shadows for his missing pillow. His simple inquiry hardly sounding like a word to himself, yet was decipherable enough to earn him a soothing pet when he lifted his head.         "Shhhhhh, go back to sleep, funeral lily." came the silky smooth murmur of Ryoji's voice. His darker, less energetic, yet warm, voice washing over the sacrifice as he stroked his blue hair. "I'll be right back, promise. I'll only be gone for a moment."

And just like that, it was as if Minato's barely awake mind fell under a spell. Lulled back to sleep until he stirred once more to the watery yellow rays of the sun pouring through the spider web curtains and the scent of food wafting into the room. Pushing himself up, the shaggy-haired man shuffled out of the living room to follow the aroma into the kitchen.

Of course, he found the tall brunette at the stove with the back of his suspenders obscured by his scarf.           "Good morning, funeral lily!" He chirped, looking over his shoulder to smile at the sleep-disheveled man. Showing his usually pushed-back hair falling into his face in some form of messy bedhead. "You sleep well?"           "Uh, yeah. But, why'd you get up last night?" He asked, making the brunette blink a bit,           "Oh, you remember that? I'm sorry, I tried not to wake you up." He said, turning back to his cooking while Minato sat back at the kitchen island, "But! You know how I mentioned being 'on call' in a way? Well, this year's sacrifice was finally brought in. I had to help with her." Minato nodding at that as he sat and played with one of the fake sunflowers set in the middle of the marble countertop.           "Where is she? Do I get to move into your room now?"

There was a pop of grease or stray food bits combusting on the too-hot stove burner. Flicked out of the pan when the brunette jolted at that suggestion. Followed by a pause that Minato could take to read Ryoji's mind through his body language. Seeing the ping pong bounce between lust and confusion. Back and forth while the god's assistant tried to figure out where to take that casual, almost bored question.

When push came to shove, though. He only gave a small, slightly awkward laugh and said,           "Oh, she won't be booting you out of your room or anything. There are plenty of rooms here. Space has never been an issue when it came to the sacrifices unless you count the leftover bodies. They're always a bother to hide." He joked before moving over to serve the omelette he was working on to a plate waiting on the counter. "she's a few doors down from your room, though. But, she shouldn't be too much of a bother, she's kinda reclusive right now." With that assurance, Ryoji gave him the pile of greyed eggs.

So, Minato took the hint and poked his food and let the pink hue fade from the chef's round cheeks. Then, he asked a follow-up  question,           "What if I want to share your room, though?" and stirred the crimson hue back up.           "What?! Why would you want- wait, I know you said you wouldn't be as much of a dick, but don't you- I kind of assumed you didn't like that stuff?" Minato shrugged at that,           "I mean, we've already fu-" The sacrifice got cut off when Ryojji perked up at the sound of a nearby door opening. Dashing around the kitchen island before the blue-haired emo could even  register that the front door had opened and closed.

The last thing he got in the way of explanation was a swift, haphazardly tossed,           "Don't you dare fucking run, again." Before the brunette took off like a greyhound after the fake rabbit.

As fast as a lightning strike, their conversation cut off and Minato was left sitting at the kitchen island with his over-seasoned omelette.

We should run again. While he's distracted and the snow is light. A voice whispered, that familiar itch of fear finally rearing its head for the first time in months. Not some sense of dread for his mortality, though. But the more familiar tendril of ick he often got from any of his past partners getting too touchy-feely. But, the sacrifice shook his head to chase that thought away. No, no. I have it made here. No rent, no bills, this is an absolute haven. If I run, I'll start more shit and ruin all of it.

With that, the sacrifice returned his attention to his omelette to wait for Ryoji to return. Inevitably greeted by the front door opening and the feral snarling of a less familiar voice.           "Put me down! I'll fucking kill you!" A woman yowled. Minato peeking out to see a brown-haired woman in a similar snowy dress to the one he wore, and a thick metal cuff on her wrist like he'd had as well. He likely would have recognized her as well, but he didn't exactly try. He only watched Ryoji wrangle her up the staircase to her room.         "Miss, will you please calm down already? I told you last night, you're not allowed to leave. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but that isn't up to me."       "Why not?! Why am I even here?! Sacrificing is out-dated, this is bullshit!" She snarled back, returning the brunette's patience with a familiar hot temper. Only tamped down by the fact she was being carried away from the first sacrifice. So, to continue being nosey, he moved closer to the doorway to catch Ryoji's quieter response,           "Like I told Mina, there are dangerous people out there and they could hurt either of you." Only earning more venom and vitriol.

Which, while Minato couldn't blame her, It was a fair reaction to her predicament, her fit began to grate on the blue-haired man. So, he returned to his seat at the kitchen island while the food he assumed was for her sat, cold, on the counter.

Waiting until Ryoji trudged back into the kitchen to ask in his usual flat voice,         "I take it she's not happy to be here?" to which the brunette only shook his head and sat beside him at the island to lean on his shoulder.       "She's beyond pissed, and I doubt me having to lock her in her room for that stunt helped her mood much."       "Aw, your charms didn't persuade her to stay?" Minato joked, still getting a snort despite his inexpressive voice.       "Not a bit. She's too fresh for that to work, right now. She should calm down by tomorrow, the day after at the most. But, for now, I'm gonna leave her be." Which, made Minato eye him a bit.       "What makes you so confident in that?"       "Most do." the brunette said, sitting back up and shrugging. "It usually takes a day or two before the sacrifices tend to calm down and start seeking comfort." Yet, he did add, "Some don't, though. Some girls stay in their rooms and stay mad I won't let them go." which made the sacrifice chuckle.

And, while it was a weird thing to be so sure of, he proved to be right all the same. By the next day, when the shaggy-haired man came downstairs to find a snack, he instead found that same brunette in a bleached white dress already rummaging through the fridge while being as sneaky as possible. As if she'd face punishment for eating.

And, in a normal situation, a person might clear their throat, or do something loud to alert the unaware person to their presence. Yet, this wasn't a normal situation, so Minato instead went over to the dish cabinet to pull out a bowl. The scrape of porcelain on porcelain finally announced his position in the room. Making her squeak and bristle like a porcupine as she glared at him with frantic, hazel eyes.         "Who the hell are you? I thought that Ryoji dude was the only one here." She about spat, her search for food forgotten at the addition of a new person. Her venom only earning a nonchalant shrug,         "Another sacrifice, if you couldn't tell." He said, showing her the knee-length dress he still wore as a primary outfit.         "Where are you from? I thought only Tatsumi sacrificed people still, and they only do it once a year." She pointed out, trying to poke holes in his claims.           "Same place as you, but I've been here a little under a year now."

As he spoke, he reached past her to grab the jug of milk for his cereal, adding,         "Also, Ryoji makes breakfast when asked, you don't have to sneak." But, she ignored that jab and continued to eye him as he made some froot loops.         "Are you actually a sacrifice?" She asked, "Tatsumi doesn't sacrifice men." Only getting yet another shrug,         "They made an exception for me because I was particularly cute."         "Quit being a prick!" she snapped, standing up from her stealth crouch as if her being near his height would intimidate him. "You're fucking with me, but I'm not stupid! Who the hell are you?!" She demanded, Minato leaning away from the woman when she tried to get into his face.         "Well, you first. What's your name?" He asked in his usual bored monotone, making her huff,         "Yukari Takeba. Now, who the fuck are you."         "Thanatos." He said simply. Tossing the claim out there like it was nothing and enjoying the sparks of fear in her hazel eyes at that. Only for that blip of anxiety to suffocate on instantaneous suspicion.       "Bullshit."       "Then, who am I? You won't believe I'm a sacrifice, if I'm not the god you're here for, who am I then?" Minato snarked, eating his cereal as he kept his cool against the startled girl. Who took a moment to debate that dilemma before asking,       "If...you are a sacrifice, why are you so calm about being here? If you had gotten sacrificed to Thanatos like I was, why aren't you fucking scared?" Yukari accused, amusing him again. Should I tell her? He asked himself, Explain all the shit in my life? Make this worlds more awkward? but he decides against that. Fuck that, she doesn't deserve shit from me.

Instead of answering, he shrugged once again. Taking a petty pleasure in how his nonchalance earned a snarl. But without his answer, and the debate of whether he was a god or another victim, Yukari couldn't exactly bring herself to attack him. Minato could see it in her eyes like a script screen.

So, he left his cereal half eaten on the counter and headed back to the door.         "Where the fuck are you going?! Answer me!" She demanded, quick to try and follow, only to hit the brakes when Ryoji came downstairs. Yet, the male sacrifice didn't stop to chat when the deific assistant asked,         "Did I miss something? Did you two fight already?"       "She has questions for you." Was all he offered on his way back to his cream-toned sanctuary of color and warmth in the gothic home.

I should be helping this girl adjust, not making things worse. Part of him noted when he'd flopped back onto his bed. Set to spend his day napping and watching TVsa. That would be the nice thing to do, at least. Yet, the pettier part of him piped up to argue, Ryoji's here to answer her questions. Plus, if she does fear me as Thanatos, him being the god of death instead would be a pleasant surprise.

And, that's where things stood while the day ticked by. Minato sticking to his plans to stay in bed, using the programming on the small TV he'd gotten and the varying rays of gold pouring in through the balcony doors to guestimate time. At least, until the scent of dinner drifting through the vents alerted him of it being dinner time. Luring him out of bed and back downstairs to find Yukari in a calmer mood. Sitting in his usual spot at the island and Ryoji at the stove, answering the questions the girl asked.         "Thanatos doesn't want his sacrifices harmed by unpredictable or malicious people." He explained as the blue-haired sacrifice strolled into the kitchen to sit on the counter to watch his friend cook. "He wants you guys happy, not miserable and hurt."         "Why, though? What exactly does he even want sacrifices from us? Children?" She asked, adding when she noticed Minato, "A meal? Keep us here until we keel over from old age for some sick amusement?" She countered, the tall man only able to shrug,         "I'm not told what he does with the people brought here. I only know he wants me to keep his sacrifices happy and safe until it's time for you to fertilize the tomatoes." He chuckled. Yukari instinctively looking to her fellow sacrifice for some form of comfort or confirmation. Only to find him giggling along with the helper. Though, Ryoji did assure, "I'm joking, Yukari. I don't know what Thanatos does when he comes to collect his sacrifices, but I haven't ever had to bury anyone here." Not that she seemed to listen, putting her head in her hands for a long moment of silence.

Finally, she began to jolt and shake. Sobbing into her hands until Ryoji left the food on the stove and went to wrap his arms around the girl. Only for her to shove him away and snap,         "Why?! I don't understand any of this! Why would Thanatos want sacrifices? You didn't explain that!" she accused, Minato jumping down from the counter to get into the fight if he needed. Yet, for the time being, he stayed by the counter to let Ryoji handle it. "How could you not know what the fuck Thanatos wants?! You told me on the first night that you were his assistant, so explain yourself!" She demanded, but the brunette could only put his hands up,         "I do as he says, I was always taught not to question too much for the sake of my own mental health. All I know is that sacrifices stay here for about a week, then are usually taken by him to some new place. I'm sorry I can't tell you more." In response to that, though, all Yukari did was shake her head and try to hit the assistant. Using the blows to punctuate her sobbed demand,         "No! No, I want to go home! Let me- take me home, you- you- ARGH!" her smacks and punches weakening as tears coursed down her cheeks. Her anger caving to the gentle soothing and offered comfort. Letting Ryoji pull her into a hug and softly sway her from side to side.

I fucking hate her. A dark voice in Minato's mind hissed at the sight, the sacrifice having to rip his dark eyes from them. A more realistic side piping up to remind him, Wait, no. Even if we're friends, or...whatever. It's still his job to comfort sacrifices. I shouldn't get jealous over that. Adding once he'd taken a deep breath, Besides, she's struggling far more than I did, she deserves a hug. She was probably forced to give up a lot more than I did. I have no room for irrational bullshit.

Yet, right as the thought bubbled up, the stern reminder popped at the sudden tug of Ryoji drawing Minato into a hug. The brunette lowering his head to mumble in a tone so amused that it dyed the man's pale cheeks red in a flash,         "Don't you worry, Mina. My bed is still always open to my funeral lily, if you want it." And while Minato could admit to maybe, slightly warming up to the thought of developing feelings for the brunette. He would go to his grave before he admitted to how much of a balm that reminder was to the sunburn of bitterness. And, despite that openness, that burn still redirected to his groin to distract from the simpler softness.

Spared the familiar discomfort he could feel slithering in when Yukari cleared her throat. Having dried her eyes and recomposed herself at the island of cupboards and marble,         "Y'know, I'm too tired for dinner, so I'll leave that there for now. But, I still have questions, so..." she paused to look between them as the assistant kept his arms around the male sacrifice. "could I come find you later if I need?"         "Of course!" Ryoji chirped, giving her a vibrant smile as the girl got up. Throwing Minato a particularly judgemental look before she pulled the kitchen door closed behind her.

So, Ryoji shrugged and made sure to store a portion of the night's meal in the fridge in case she wanted it later. The rest of it shared between him and the male sacrifice and inevitably ending up given over to Minato. All done in a comfortable silence while the tv played like usual.

After that, Ryoji proved to be accurate in his predictions with the new sacrifice. After those first two days, the girl took to hanging around him or, annoyingly, Minato.

Despite the good insulation in the fancy home, the emo couldn't help but suspect the second sacrifice could hear him in his room. Because, whenever he emerged from hiding to get food or try to flirt with Ryoji, she'd spawn in like a video game enemy.           "Are you dating Ryoji?"           "Are you actually from Tatsumi port?"           "Aren't you scared of Thanatos?"           "Have you tried to escape? If so, how?" Each new sighting brought a new question from her, and Minato usually did his best to answer or redirect her to Ryoji. But when the girl began prying into him and Ryoji, he turned to the one place she seemed to know better than to go. His room.

Naturally, the question of Is this a little too cruel of a response? popped into his head a few times as he began adjusting his routines to avoid his new housemate. But, despite whatever personal growth he may have gained in his time with the god, he was still content with assuring himself, Nope. Ryoji can answer her questions. I'm not getting myself into trouble for aiding and abetting an escape or being judged again. Had enough of that shit in Tatsumi.

Cold, yes. But he allowed himself the limit.

But, he knew he couldn't keep up the cold-shouldering forever. That theory confirmed when, three days into his reclusion, he heard Ryoji give a chipper knock at his door,         "Mina~ Funeral lily~ why are you hiding?" He sang, making the man snort,         "Why are you asking~" He sang back through the door, not bothering to let the man in. Getting a small moment of heavier silence in response before the helper spoke again,         "Well, out of curiosity, and...y'know."

He said the last part in a quieter, heavier tone that conveyed the meaning well enough. Making Minato's belly twist once or twice before he tamped the itch of discomfort back down. I've grown past this. He scolded, taking a moment to ensure he didn't let that compassion sour his progress.         "I'm fine, Ryoji. I'm not trying to hurt myself, I simply don't want to go downstairs these last few days."         "Are you sure? I'd hate to need to wash off  your redecorating." The brunette chuckled, trying for a joke to lighten the mood, which did make Minato snort and roll his eyes,       "I promise, I am in no danger of redecorating the walls in any fashion"         "Then, why are you hiding?" he asked, Minato not responding right away.

So, Ryoji seemed to think for a moment before a more amused tone crept into his voice, "Could it be, you're jealous?~"         "Why would I be jealous?" Was the swift snap he got. Too swift, judging from the giggle the brunette gave from the hall.         "Because Yukari's here. I noticed how annoyed you got when I hugged her, now you're hiding in your room now that she's more comfortable." He pointed out next, and the sacrifice hoped he could feel his annoyance now as well.       "I'm not jealous of her, especially. It's your job, I'm not a child, I can fucking share." He insisted, putting a stop to further teasing with, "Now, good night, Mochizuki."         "Funeral lily, it's noon."         "Goodnight."

So, taking the hint, he heard the deific assistant chuckle and walk away. Leaving him to continue watching his television as he chewed on his thoughts. I'm not jealous of Yukari, right? He asked himself, I can't be, I may be sort of close to Ryoji, but it's his job. I'm more mature than that. He assured himself. Taking a deep breath to exhale the dull ache of vague upset that threatened to bloom into irrational disgust. Not wanting to welcome back those nasty thoughts of chasing the brunette off.

It would get rid of this whole debacle. A dark voice in his head whispered. He's bound to ditch me, may as- No. Minato stomped the train of thought out. No more of that. Ryoji could very well be fucking Death, how is he going to ditch me? Make me immortal to get rid of me? He scolded himself, groaning and flopping an arm over his eyes. Only moving so he could focus back in on the Christmas shows.

Though, at some point, the midnight-haired emo must have fallen asleep. Because, when he blinked awake again, the dark cream walls were cast in a more fiery orange from the setting sun. Not that the sun was the only thing to change. His canopy curtains had also shut, despite having been open when he'd dozed off.       "Ryoji?" He asked, pushing himself up on his hands to try and scan the armchair and dresser for any signs of the assistant. Yet, after a small moment, he shook his head, muttering, "Why am I looking for him like he'd be watching me sleep?" before moving to throw his legs over the side of the mattress. Only to feel something grab one of his ankles.

On instinct, Minato looked down to find an explanation, but only found the familiar, exciting lack of a visible restraint.       "Oh shit, hi Thanatos. Long time no...feel." He said, following the sensation of the large hand with a spark of heat in his belly and hunger in his eyes. Up his pale ankle, calf, and over his thigh until the god could squeeze his hip to earn a small squeak from the sacrifice. Yet, the god didn't move beyond that. Or, to be more precise, his thumb. Despite having said digit pressed to the male offering's already eager groin. As if to maintain a low simmer of desire without turning the heat up.

And, out of curiosity for the deity's lewd plan, he obediently stayed put. With most of his weight on his hands and the second of Thanatos' hands ghosting along his pale skin to rest on his hip too. Stirring up the coals of lust ever so gently while he waited.

Though, thankfully, he wasn't left to suffer. Once the god had him in his spectral hold, his thumb began stroking the growing bulge in the man's boxers. Sending bolts of sizzling need through the midnight-haired man's blood to pull out a low moan with gentle pressure and slow movements.

A technique Thanatos stuck with despite Minato starting to squirm. Taking his time, pressing the pads of his spectral fingers into the soft flesh of Minato's body, kneading out tension he wasn't even aware of. Leaving the shaggy-haired male putty in his hold. only able to moan, gasp, and hum at every spark of delicious warmth stirred within his belly. Not that he was about to try and complain. So long as the deity kept making his blood thrum, he could resist the impatience.

But, right as the blue-haired man laid back on the mattress to let the god spend the approaching night working him up to, what Minato hoped was, a far more thorough orgasm than he could achieve alone. A knock at his door interrupted the moment. Blowing the ghost's touch away like a candle snuffing out in a tornado. Leaving the male sacrifice broiling in unquenched lust for the second time.         "Ryoji Mochizuki, I swear to Jesus-" He snarled. Throwing himself out of bed with no real care for the canopy to stomp over and rip open the door. Completely ready to either bite the assistant's head off or mount him like a hunting trophy. He couldn't decide. Only to find a different brunette at his door.       "Yukari." He shamelessly snapped out, no longer as flat sounding as he usually was. his voice dropping to a darker tone as he glared down the newer sacrifice, who seemed shaken at the wrath. "What the hell do you want at this hour?"

Yet, her shock was brief, soon replaced by her own hostility,         "Why are you so pissy, already? I haven't even seen you for the past three days. I haven't done shit to you." She pointed out, the male sacrifice barring his teeth at her,       "First, it's the middle of the night,"       "It's hardly fucking seven."       "Second, Ryoji's the one who's meant to answer all your questions, not me." He reminded, Yukari almost turning her nose up at him,       "This is a private matter, I don't want to talk to him about it." She argued, but Minato still continued with his next poisonous barb,       "And finally, aren't you supposed to be gone by now?! You've been here, like, four or five days, you should be gone."       "A week is seven days, dumbass! I have two days left!" she snapped back, getting a frosty glare in silence.

Yet, Minato couldn't deny his curiosity, now that the fury of getting blueballed had faded a bit. So, he huffed a bit,       "Fine, what is so secretive that you had to ask me and not Thanatos' assistant?" in response, Yukari eyed him for a few seconds before asking again,       "Have you tried escaping? Or do you at least know Ryoji's habits enough to know of any openings?"

Minato sighed at that, leaning against the doorframe,       "Didn't you already try asking this?"       "Yes, and I've asked if you were dating Ryoji. You answered neither." She reminded, making him roll his eyes.       "Look, I have tried to run, but I failed. You kind of can't escape, Yukari, you got sacrificed to literal fucking death." He pointed out, getting a sour look as if she had grown offended he dared state the obvious flaw. Yet, he couldn't find any joy in watching the hopeful fire in her eyes die down into despair. He turned his storm-grey eyes to the dark hallway tile and let the conversation die out after that. Only breaking the silence to offer, "Look, I'm sorry that you got thrown into this, but you're likely better off staying here. Either Thanatos will take you, or you'll get to stay here like me, and...well, at least the second option isn't that bad?" And, at least she did agree on that.

Wiping her eyes, Yukari took a few deep breaths and finally spoke again,         "So...do you at least know of any openings or weak spots here?" earning a sigh from the man. Shaking his head, Minato stepped back into his room,       "Not exactly. I tried stacking snow to get over the garden wall, but this year's winter isn't as bad as last year's. So, you can't do that. I'm sorry, again." Yet, that time the teary-eyed girl only waved off his sympathies and trudged off back to her own room. Replacing Minato's anger with a twinge of guilt for the night.

[elipheleh]

i watched mary & george today and was blown away by it. i don’t tend to go for historical/period dramas and i tend to struggle to concentrate solely on a tv show, but i spent probably 80% of the time not using my phone (because it was so captivating) which is ridiculous given my normal which is like 25% max not on my phone. it was really very good.

spoiler thoughts under the cut, still processing my emotions tbh but it got q long

i would have liked to see more of the relationship between george & the king, it was - by all accounts - a very close relationship & the show presented it less in depth. i was really hoping “christ had john and i have george” would make it in, as well as some of their letters, but i guess it was focused too much on mary & george to fill that in. the relationship also seemed… weird? why did the king bite him like that?? other than occasional moments it didn’t feel like i was maybe expecting it to. i wasn’t expecting blatant love and affection but i was expecting some. it seemed mostly focused on the arguments.

i was surprised they went with george physically killing the king - while it is speculated he poisoned him, it was done through medication rather than so abruptly/violently. it made him much more… villainous, i suppose, determined to do anything to protect his position including killing the one he claimed to love, but it just… i didn’t really like that.

i saw someone saying about how george’s death was rushed and inconsequential and just of no real value & that was demonstrating how little impact his death really had - they had to hold his funeral at night because people loathed him so - & thought that was really interesting.

when george slept with carr only to say he just wanted him to think of that as he died… chills. they were both using sex to get the other to do something for them, the parallel between characters is beautiful there

the king’s heart scene… that was really special.

i loved that they showed george as loving katherine. i don’t know if he did in real life, but it was really nice that they had such a bond in this. she was very pragmatic and i think they were a great pairing.

very sad about sandie’s death. i hadn’t connected that it was bacon who’d ordered it until he said and it was very frustrating. so much backstabbing.

the… decapitation scene had me hiding from the screen only to be fooled and i had started looking again & they showed the decapitated head arghhh. unhappy about that. the hangings were.. not great but slightly better.

wasn’t expecting the second scene to be someone hung from a tree either which was an incredible shock.

cringed a lot at the dancing lol. i was glad that the ‘may i perform for you’ was about the instrument and not a dance. much less embarrassing.

i felt really bad for charles with the spanish bit. that was really frustrating and annoying.

kit rescuing george was my favourite thing. gross way to do so but the ‘how is he going to get out of this’ to “oh kit!!” was wonderful. george’s “are you sure we weren’t followed” in hindsight being ‘did you see kit’ was so clever. i think id have to watch it again to catch more nuances like that.

mary telling the attendants to leave her attached to george a little longer was soooo telling of their attachment, on mary’s behalf anyway.

the scene where george decides to go and join the french pair was really well done, his hesitation and then return when he decided to give in was so good. the being torn between what is “right” and what he wants.

love that they went back to the guy who was saying george would never get w the king & that he saw he’d managed it. really nice link there.

lastly (because im gonna keep going indefinitely otherwise) i really liked the lighting. the night scenes were accurately lit - firelight and candlelight - but you could still see what you needed to see, and it wasn’t just dark and dreary.

[obstinatecondolement]

So I started writing basically this post as a reblog of something else, but then I closed the app by accident without saving it as a draft, and apparently drafts don't get autosaved on the mobile app, so let's try this again.

(Lol, okay, and then I did it AGAIN. Wrote a bunch more and then didn't save my draft before switching over to the Firefox app to look something up quickly >.<)

Basically, the post I was responding to was arguing that increased awareness of anxiety as a medical condition had led to people expecting that others should be expected to manage their distress and prevent them from being triggered rather than doing the work of reflecting on if their feelings were rational or irrational, if their reaction was proportional to the real threat presented if it did exist, and why they had that reaction to the trigger in the first place. And just, like, generally getting better with situations that provoked discomfort and recongnising the value and validity of things that were uncomfortable or even distressing to you (even if not to you then to others).

And, like, it's not that I entirely disagree with this take, but I do think there is nuance to be had here. I do not think that the binary proposed by that post, where you could avoid triggers as much as possible and ask that other people help you to avoid them (which is the wrong thing to do) OR you could work on your distress tolerance so that you could manage being triggered better and work on desensitising yourself to things that trigger you so that it was less of an issue (which is the right thing to do), is a useful framing of this topic.

I think that it's entirely reasonable to assume that the OP never meant their post to be read as a universal mandate and that they just kind of wrote it off the cuff and thought that the nuances were obvious and didn't need to be spelled out explicitly, because they didn't expect people other than their followers to read it, so no hate to OP (who I believe is deactivated anyway, and so unlikely to read this, but, y'know).

But, anyway, here are my thoughts on this.

The TL;DR (and boy is it ever TL) here is: it depends.

I think that it is not always maladaptive or unreasonable to avoid triggers. I also don't think it is unreasonable (usually) to ask people to accommodate you in helping you avoid them. However, I don't think that it is (always) unreasonable for people to say that they cannot or are not willing to accommodate you and that you should then try to find other strategies to manage or avoid potential distress.

To give an example: I have an extremely severe phobia of rats.

Even when I tell people this they usually don't understand how badly I am affected by this phobia being triggered, because apparently a lot of people are a bit mildly icked thinking about rats due to their bad rep, but then when they meet a nice, cuddly pet rat they are won over, even when the cuddly rat in question is sprung on them unexpectedly.

If I see a rat in real life, it often takes me hours to stop shaking and months to stop having intrusive thoughts about it.

This is completely irrational. The real danger of me being physically harmed by a rat is vanishingly small (particularly when it is dead, which I will also be triggered by to the exact same degree).

Also, they are very friendly pets who are loving and intelligent and many of my friends have had/currently have/would like to have rats because they find them so nice. But knowing that makes absolutely no difference.

I know exactly why I am phobic of rats—I was told a scary, but fake thing about them as a very young child about their bites making you die immediately of the Black Plague and that if they saw you they would, at all costs, bite you. I was then told by another child, who I told about my fear of rats, that you are never more than ten feet away from a rat. I guess I thought I was having constant near misses with a series of extremely unobservant rats? But whatever. I got so badly upset whenever I did see a rat that, even after I knew both of these things weren't true, the panic response had become hardwired.

As a child, I used to be so afraid of rats that there was a period of time where I couldn't be outside in my own garden without immediately climbing a tree, and I would only come down when one of my parents could carry me from the tree to the door. And when I found out as an adult that rats are good climbers and, if they really wanted to, they could have climbed up a tree, I got severely triggered. "Are you afraid they are going to get you in the past?" my sister asked me. Yes. Yes I was.

So... rationally examining and understanding this anxiety is not going to, on its own, make it go away or make it easier to tolerate.

This phobia severely impacted my quality of life back when I was hiding in trees every day and couldn't sleep at night because I couldn't stop obsessing over rats and triggering myself, and I could have benefitted from exposure therapy that would have desensitised me to my phobia at that time.

It is not as limiting to me now though. I am now usually only triggered when I actually see them, and, although being triggered does affect me badly (still not as badly as when I was younger though), it happens infrequently enough that it is not preventing me from doing things that I want, or have, to do.

I do not currently want to pursue therapy to help me overcome this phobia, or make being triggered by it specifically less distressing, because the distress I would experience putting the work into doing that, combined with the time commitment and expense involved, is not worth it for me, given that my current strategies for avoiding the trigger work most of the time.

This may change in the future, if the cost-benefit shifts.

If a close friend whose home I visit, or someone I was dating, had or wanted to have a pet rat, I might want to pursue exposure therapy so that I could go to their place to see them without being triggered (currently, I would be triggered, although not as severely, by knowing it was in the house even if I never saw the rat and was never in the same room as it). It would be completely unreasonable for me to ask someone not to get a pet rat so that I could continue going to their house and, while it would not be unreasonable, imo, to not go to someone's house anymore if going there would trigger me, I would like to have the option in those cases. Particularly if the hypothetical person with the pet rat would be inconvenienced by only being able to see me outside their home and it would make it harder for them to maintain their relationship with me.

Also, while we have not had an infestation in years at home and the last several times it happened it was just mice*, I would, ideally, like to be able to cope with that eventuality better than I currently would be able to. I would also like to be able to help with dealing with a potential infestation, because I don't think it would be fair to put the people I live with in a position where they were forced to deal with everything alone if that happened. Currently, I live with enough people who this is not an issue for, and it's such an infrequent thing, that I don't think I am taking advantage. But, again, this may change in the future and I may want to proactively take steps to be in a position to help if we have a rat infestation.

So, while it may be something I revisit in future, I'm okay with just being phobic of rats and avoiding that phobia being triggered to the best of my ability at the moment. And I think that's okay and not maladaptive of me!

Now, there are obviously some phobias and triggers that limit people's quality of life and options available to them. Apparently buttons are a very common phobia and some people with severe button phobias have trouble leaving the house. In my opinion, it is a better option to try and work on distress tolerance and desensitising yourself to the trigger in those situations. But I don't think that even then it's an all or nothing thing where you have to go straight from not being able to leave the house in case you see buttons to not trying to avoid them at all. While you are working on these things, I imagine that it is probably helpful to manage potential exposure in stages that may feel distressing, but not unmanageably so, especially when you do not have a trained professional to support you when you're dealing with being exposed to the trigger.

There are also triggers and phobias that, I think, you have a social responsibility to work on to the best of your ability.

If you are a white person who is made anxious by being around black people because you are afraid of them then your anxiety is real and the feelings are real, but you are also still being racist. These kinds of anxieties can have potentially fatal results for black people who someone felt "threatened" by.

Similarly, if you are anxious, due to trauma from sexual violence, about the potential for predatory men to enter women's bathrooms while posing as women, with the intention to harass and abuse, then some of the solutions you propose might be effectively mandating trans women out of existing in public spaces. That's not okay! Ever! The fear you feel is real and the traumas that caused it are real, but your anxiety is not based on the true likelihood of this ever happening and making sure you never feel this anxiety by policing who goes in what bathroom is, not might, going to harm others in very real and material ways.

If you can't, despite your best efforts, overcome these kinds of anxieties, then the smaller harm to society is for you to sometimes be distressed by irrational anxieties rather than accomodate your anxieties in ways that encroach on the human rights of others.

And anxieties do not have to be based in bigotry to be unfair to others and for accommodations you might want to be unfair.

If, for example, you had a parent whose feelings you had to tiptoe around or they would explode in anger or distress, and as an adult you cannot communicate boundaries or tolerate disagreement to the point that everyone in your life is tiptoeing around you and analysing their interactions with you hypervigilantly, or that's what you expect of them, then that's something that you should work on for others, even if you're not motivated to do it for yourself.

You should also, when avoiding triggers, try to take as much responsibility as you can for limiting your exposure to them. If you read something that has a content warning that would have let you know that it might be triggering for you, and you are then triggered, then the person who wrote the thing that triggered you is not at fault. They are also not necessarily at fault if they did not provide a content warning.

You are perfectly within your rights to unfollow or block people/not read the work of people who enjoy things that trigger you. If you do not want to do that, you are also within your rights (usually) to ask them to provide a content warning. They are also within their rights to say no, and the appropriate response then is to find other ways to either avoid the trigger or improve your distress tolerance.

To return to my rat phobia example, I have every conceivable tag relating to rats that I can think of filtered on Tumblr. Photos do not trigger me as badly as real life rat-viewings, but they still do affect me and I want to limit how much I see them as much as possible. If someone posted a lot of rat photos, I might unfollow them. If I didn't want to unfollow them, I would ask them if they could tag for rats, and if they were unable or unwilling to do that I would unfollow them with no hard feelings and, if we had an existing rapport, might ask for other ways to stay in touch. If they agreed to tag for rats, but then couldn't always remember to do it, I also might unfollow them.

I could do more to limit my exposure to photos of rats on Tumblr, however. I tried filtering the body of posts as well, briefly, but that was taking out 70% of my dash and the vast majority of the posts filtered were not rat related at all (I think the filter was catching everyting with the letters r-a-t in that order). So, given how infrequently the issue came up, I accepted that sometimes I would see an untagged rat photo.

If I couldn't accept that, I would have either dealt with never seeing any words with the letters r-a-t in that order on Tumblr, or I would have stopped using the site. It would not have been reasonable to expect everyone to stop posting rat photos, or even expect everyone to tag for them.

Now, I said that it was not usually inappropriate to ask if something could be tagged, so when, in my opinion is it inappropriate to ask? Again, when it is an anxiety based in bigotry or which is harmful to express to the person you are making the request to.

For example, if you are triggered by seeing self harm scars then that is an entirely valid trigger to have, and one that can be extremely distressing, but asking someone to trigger warn ordinary images of their own body, as opposed to images specifically and intentionally depicting self harm injuries and scars, is not really okay imo.

Requests like this can also sometimes be unreasonable, depending on the context, even if in other contexts they would be entirely okay to ask. For example, it's very reasonable to DNW depictions of or references to incest in a fandom exchange sign up, but if you also request Jaime/Cersei fic then it becomes a much less reasonable request.

Similarly, if you are on Tumblr, you are implicitly agreeing for your posts to be reblogged and liked by others, unless you make them private or unrebloggable. It is reasonable to expect not to be harrassed or verbally abused in reblogs, but it is not reasonable to expect that people will self-police themselves to make sure they're not on your DNI list before they like or reblog a post of yours they see randomly on their dash.

I, for years, requested that people ask me before they reblogged original posts, because I had several text posts get a lot more notes than I wanted, which provoked a lot of annoyance and/or anxiety for me. But, like... people absolutely could have said no and that would not have been unreasonable of them. I was basically asking people not to use the website in the intended way, because I was born in the 80s and I still used my Tumblr as a LiveJournal. And, like, if people really couldn't or wouldn't agree to not reblog my original posts, then "no one is forcing you to post to the 'reblogging stuff' website" would have been a very fair point to make to me.

Tbf to me though, I did realise that if I put something in a tag that people were likely to be browsing, it would be unreasonable to expect that they would have read my bio and known that I didn't like my original posts to be reblogged without being asked, so I didn't do that as much as was possible to try and limit the potential for things breaking containment on me end. When posts with specific words started showing up in the tags for those words, that kind of screwed that up for me, tbh, but I did what I could. I think I blocked like one or two people who reblogged my stuff without asking first, but I generally just gritted my teeth and moved on.

Now that you can make posts unrebloggable, I just do that if I don't want it to explode on me. When I like... remember I can do that. But if someone reblogs something and I realise, hmm, should have made that unrebloggable, I just turn reblogs off so it doesn't happen again.

But, anyway, long story short: if you lie down with dogs (post rebloggable, public posts on Tumblr) you can expect to get fleas (have your posts interacted with by people, who you may not like or agree with). "DNI if you are over 25" is not a reasonable boundary, imo, and certainly "Freaks DNI" is not. My "DNI: anyone" request probably wasn't very reasonable either.

Long story even shorter: you implicitly agree to being exposed to some things, or to risk being exposed to them, when you actively choose to engage with certain works or activities or go to specific places.

By reading a fic tagged "balloon animals" you are agreeing to read about balloon animals (and, if you have a balloon animal trigger, then you have to weigh up if it is worth the possibility of reading something with untagged balloon animals before you click on a fic, because it is not something most people would think to tag for). By watching a movie with a certain rating, you are agreeing to potentially see the things that are required to have that rating. If you go to your friend's house after you know that they have a pet rat, you are agreeing to be in the same house as the rat (and if you go to someone's house without asking if they have a pet rat, you are agreeing to the risk that they might have a pet rat and you will be in the same house as it).

You can still be upset by it and you can leave/hit the back button/turn the movie off, but no one did anything wrong to you.

I don't think that if you have certain anxieties that you should just suck it up and it's your fault for having the problem in the first place and the only appropriate response is to just Not have the problem or to have the problem and deal with the distress without taking any measures to limit your exposure to things that make you anxious. I also think it's totally okay to ask for someone to tag for balloon animals if you like their other posts but the photos of their clown college coursework is provoking anxiety or triggering you.

So I guess the slightly longer TL;DR of all this is:

Having irrational anxieties is not a choice and understanding that they are irrational does not always help you to not have them.

It is okay to try and avoid having those anxieties triggered.

It is usually okay to ask for people to help you avoid things that trigger you. It is also okay for them to say no.

You should try to be aware of what triggers your anxieties and find ways to manage them, whether that is by limiting your exposure to them or improving your ability to tolerate the distress caused by them or working to make them less distressing to you.

Sometimes it is not reasonable or acceptable to ask for certain accommodations to avoid certain anxiety triggers and you should find other ways to manage your anxiety in those cases.

Sometimes your reaction to your anxieties and how you try to deal with them can be harmful to others and you should try your best to be as considerate as possible of other people with how you react to distress and how you avoid it (ideally, though, not to the point of scrupulosity that is harmful to you and makes you avoid asking for help when you are struggling, in case it is difficult for other people to deal with... this is a hard needle to thread, personally).

*Which was also triggering, not because they were mice (unusually compared to most people with similar phobias, I am not phobic of other rodents), but because I was worried they were rats and the sounds of them in the walls was triggering.

[self-loving-vampire]

Catching up again and I saw something from yesterday I wanted to contribute to, so sorry it's a little late lol

Re: why people might be attracted to you/want to date you,

I'm gray-asexual, so when I talk about attraction in general it's with a grain of salt, but for the purposes of data I'd say for me it's mostly that

-You describe your physical appearance (long, black, good-smelling hair; dark eyes; meaty thighs, etc) in a way that appeals to my personal tastes, and

-You talk very openly about yourself such that you answer a lot of the kinds of questions I might wonder about someone but not ask until I got to know them, thereby bypassing the "getting to know someone" barrier to potential attraction that otherwise generally dead-ends most instances of potential attraction when it comes to strangers.

In terms of actually wanting to date you, however, there are a couple of reasons I stop short of that, chiefly of which is a big part of why I hesitate to interact outside of anon asks,

and that's that despite finding several things about you unrealistically relatable, from what I can tell we just don't share enough interests.

And from what I've gathered, most of your close friendships and eventually your relationships with the people who would become your husband/Master and girlfriend were formed in online communities where you bonded over shared interests (please correct me if that's factually inaccurate in any way; I'm less certain about how you met your girlfriend), which means it's likely I don't meet the parameters you're looking for in a partner; not feeling like the right kind of person for someone is a pretty big disincentive for me wanting a relationship in general.

So as it stands I'm content to interact at a comfortable distance, and occasionally cast heart eyes in your general direction when you say something appealing, but not to the level that I'd consider it parasocial etc. Literally "I just think [you're] neat", and I'm glad to know someone like you exists and you're living your best life.

Related side-note: In terms of the openness as it pertains to casually talking about sex, that (unsurprisingly) doesn't do it for me (I'm much more attracted when you describe yourself as a 'reanimated doll' or talk about your devotion to your Master); but it doesn't hurt anything either, as I'm not sex-repulsed personally, and it's not like you're the kind of person who would take issue with someone for not wanting sex, etc.

Sorry this got so long again and that it's out of context now etc.

Shared interests definitely help a lot since they provide conversation topics and the like, though it might surprise you to learn that I don't share as many with my partners as it might seem.

For example, I met master through a Touhou community but he's actually not that interested in most types of RPGs (my favorite genre by far), preferring platforming games and other stuff like that.

He also tends to watch cute and low-stakes slice of life while I'm into the dark and violent shows instead. We do watch stuff that would fit the other person's favored genre together but we still have those preferences.

I actually have more shared interests with my girlfriend, who I played TTRPGs with for a long time before we started dating. We seem to like the same kinds of shows as well.

However, I'm still the one who is generally introducing her to games I like (like a good older sister). She wasn't already into those, but she was willing to give the things I love a try and even stream her progress for me. I think that was really nice even if she didn't always get into them as hard as I do.

I don't really expect most people I tempt and try to corrupt with my own interests to really get into them very much though. I know most of the things I like are kind of removed from mainstream appeal and even when hanging out with other weird people and facilitating their introduction to my interests as much as possible a lot of the time they just don't bite very hard.

[viharbinger]

Special Someone

pairings: scaramouche x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, minor mentions of blood

tags: @nejibot @touchsomegrassyall ​ ​@vanillachaiii ​@vynrichterr @kujuo

a/n: very sad my fic flopped like twice lol, venting this fluffy fic out 🫠 also exam is in 11 days pls wish me luck im trying my best to study <\3 and also English became so much harder ever since I've got a new teacher wtf i hate it here

m.list req rules tag list

Believe it or not, the number 6 of the 11 fatui harbinger has a special someone! Before walking into a certain tent, he fixes his hair, checks himself for bad odours and starts practicing a smile.

The people who ever got to tell the tale of the Balladeer being all smitten like this barely even made it out alive.

If you'd seen him anywhere in Snezhnaya in public, he'd be talking non stop about how 'people are so stupid to fall in love'- he said, while biting the cold in his giant fatui coat.

Some fatui underlings nearby saw this and were very curious of this behavior, so they leaned in close to listen to what was happening in the tent- just to see if it wasn't all just a rumour!

They heard some inaudible mumbling... The sound of a light thud and... Boom! A powerful electro power surged and teared a hole into the tent, right where the fatui underlings were listening. They ran for their lives, screaming and wailing the moment they saw through the hole of the tent was their boss glaring right at them with the biggest stink eye.

They couldn't waste any time to look around the tent to see who was was the Balladeer's special someone- far too scared to know what he'll do to them.

By the time the underlings were all out of earshot and away, Kunikuzushi laughed manically at the scene that unfolded, a smirk beginning to plaster on his red face from laughing so much. He stopped laughing as soon as you slapped his knee. Hard.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" His face sours while rubbing the spot you hit. You may not be a harbinger but you could definitely move a mountain if you wanted to, especially if it was to punish him for doing something wrong.

"I thought you were going to try to be nice now! And... Wait, did you fix your hair before coming in here? And your coat smells fresh.. Did you just wash it? So it IS true that you've been fixing yourself lately!" You broke free from your serious character and switched to a teasing one when you noticed his appearance- which was more cleaner than usual. Less bloody and dirty. Ruffling his once neat hair, he pushes your hands away from his now messy hair.

"So is it true? I'm your special someone? Hmm? Hmmmm?" You probed and went to go closer to his face to which he backs away quickly.

"No! And it's just how it normally is! I'll kill anyone who started spreading that shameless rumour- and get your hands off of me." He scowls, refusing to look at you in the eyes as he backed away, heat exploding up to his neck and ears, because it was all true!

Suddenly the grassy floor and the sandals that cover his feet were so much more interesting to look at. He opted to fix his hair that you messed up earlier to make it look like he isn't avoiding your gaze.

So cute, you thought. You can't help yourself into reaching over and then just pinching his cheeks and putting your fingers to form a forced smile which he kept trying to put back to a scowl. And his cheeks, which were just as expected- are soft and squishy! He whined at the pained feeling, still red from the very close contact, but shutting up the moment you stopped pinching them and started peppering kisses all over his face.

He's silent as a response, his lips quivering, not sure whether he should continue scowling or at least give a smile as acknowledgement. He prompted to just get angry at you and pushed you away so you distance yourselves. He couldn't muster any words out except muttering some curses and something like, "You will rue this day," then he runs out the tent with the warmest and beet red face. You would think he was having a fever, but he's just flustered!

Now he's gonna be unusually quiet the entire day after that. Well at least he's a happy man. Not only that, the rumours will only skyrocket after the fatui underlings put two and two together.

[spiderwaffle]

Nervous

Author’s Note: I’m not good at writing smut yet (it’s not really my level of expertise lol) So I’ll just keep it a little spicy but not too spicy!! It’s a little bit of a slow burn so hang on!!

     Draco Malfoy, whenever you thought of him a wave of different emotions and thoughts overcame you. He used to make you so angry with his relentless bullying of you and your friends. But this school year, something had changed. Draco was being less rude and annoying, he was actually kind of likeable now. And you couldn’t help but notice he was looking more handsome than usual this school year... You wouldn’t ever be caught saying it aloud, especially around your friends but you often found yourself thinking of Draco or getting butterflies in your stomach when you talked to him. 

      You never planned on becoming more than acquaintances with Draco until one fateful Potions class with the Slytherins. Professor Snape told the class they’d have to work on a project, something about making a Wit-Sharpening potion since, quote on quote, “You all need it.” And of course, to add to the stress of the already complicated process of making a potion, he said you’d have to work with someone you never worked with before, someone who wasn’t your friend so you wouldn’t be distracted. 

        Everyone quickly started going around the room, finding someone they were at least familiar with and could stand. It went by so fast that in seconds, you found yourself and Draco being the only ones standing without a partner. You could feel the butterflies swarming your stomach as you two sat together and started planning out how you’d meet to get the project done. “Let’s meet Friday night, my room,” Draco said with a sly smirk. “Why does it have to be your room?,” you remarked. “My bed is probably comfier,” he winked. You tried to cover up the fact that you were blushing by rolling your eyes, “In your dreams, Malfoy.”

        You thought about it all week, what’d you talk about, how his room would look like but then you shook your head trying to rid yourself of these thoughts. Friday night finally arrived and you stumbled with your textbooks and notebooks as you knocked on his dorm door. He opened the door with a smirk, his white hair was ruffled, and he was wearing a t-shirt that subtly showed off his slightly muscular arms. The smell of his cologne wafted in the air, it was definitely doing something to you. ‘God, keep yourself together,’ you told yourself. 

        After bantering for an hour straight, studying and getting some notes down, Draco said, “Can’t we just relax a little? This isn’t due for another week.” “Fine,” you set your notebook aside and sighed. “You know you can sit on the bed, right? I won’t bite... Unless you want me too,” Draco said with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “No thanks, I’ll probably catch a disease sitting on those sheets. Who knows how many girls have been in that bed...” Draco chuckled, “These are new sheets, for your information. You’d be the first girl to lay on these.” “In that case, fine, I’ll sit.”

        You didn’t want to admit that you kind of wanted an excuse to sit this close to Draco so you took a seat on his bed next to him. “These do smell quite nice,” you said without realizing. He chuckled again, “Thanks, it’s my cologne. Cost a lot, so it better smell good.” He then got up which prompted you to ask where he was going. “I’m just going to put some music on,” he replied. A slow song started to play and you didn’t know what got into you, but a surge of fearlessness came over you. 

        “Trying to get me in the mood, Malfoy?,” you raised an eyebrow. “What? Is it working already?,” Draco said, sitting next to you once more, but this time a little closer. “Maybe,” you say with a slight smirk. He didn’t know what to say, he hadn’t expected you to make a flirtatious comment back. Instead of saying something, he stared into your eyes and you stared back. 

        You’d never noticed how pretty his gray eyes really were until you were looking at them up close, closer than you’d ever been to him before. The tension in the room was unbearable, you hoped Draco felt it too. He looked down at your lips, leaning in closer and you found yourself, staying in place, not moving back. 

        He began to hesitate, so you took it into your own hands, pressing your lips against his. And he kissed back. He was a good kisser, his lips were soft and he knew just how to move perfectly in sync with you. You instantly began feeling warm inside, you ran your hands through his hair as the kiss grew more passionate. You couldn’t hold back, without thinking you got on top of him, straddling him. This only deepened the kiss and a soft moan escaped your lips, desperate for his touch. This drove him wild, he pulled your pants off which prompted you to pull off his tight shirt. 

        Your fingers traced over his abs as you continued kissing, neither of you daring to pull away. He slowly began pulling your shirt off but once your black lace bra was exposed, he froze. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?,” you asked him, going red in the face. “No!,” he quickly said, “Of course not. It’s just... Never mind.” His pale face also turned red as he grew flustered. “No, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” you reassured him.

         You started to pull yourself off of him but he held you back down. “No, I want to do this, trust me. You don’t know how many nights I’ve thought of this, I’m just getting too into my head right now.” You chuckle softly, “Draco, I know for a fact you’ve seen plenty of boobs, why is it any different now?” He sighed, moving a strand of your loose hair behind your ear, “Because you’re different from any other girl I’ve been with. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. And when I’m around you I can hardly speak.” You grinned, how is it possible that you make THE Draco Malfoy nervous? 

        “Then we don’t have to say anything at all,” you whispered, kissing him once more. You could feel him smile against your lips and his cold hands traveled up to touch your tits, this sent chills through your body. Your hands began traveling too as you placed your hand on his rock hard, he groaned softly into your ear.

        “Snape is gonna have to assign projects more often,” he chuckled as he spread you out onto his bed, standing over you as he unbuckled his pants. “We can do this anytime we want, just give me a time and a place,” you grin. 

The rest of the night was something you couldn’t even begin to explain, but let’s just say, the Potions project was definitely not even halfway finished. 

[babyboibucky]

Salt, Sugar and Viruses

Pairing: Office!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been secretly making coffee for Bucky at the office.

Word Count: 1,962

Warnings: Two idiots just doing idiot things

A/N: This was done in a haste so I kinda hate it lol but I can’t get this story out of my head and thanks to @bitchassbucky for pushing me to write a full fic of this 🥰 luv u 🥺

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"You have a crush on Barnes' grumpy ass?!" Sam choked out.

You angrily hushed him and frantically looked around the pantry to make sure that your secret was still safe. Fortunately, only you, Sam and Nat were inside having your respective afternoon breaks.

"What? He's nice. And cute." you told Sam as you stirred your coffee, smiling to yourself at the thought of your office crush, Bucky.

"How'd you even meet him, he works all the way at the IT department." Sam asked.

Nat snorted recalling the encounters she witnessed for the past few months. Some of which were unintentional but most of them? You had carefully planned out just so you could come up with an excuse to request for Bucky's assistance.

"She might have gotten viruses in her computer once...or twice. Or thrice." Nat teased.

The first time you met Bucky was when most of your files suddenly got corrupted. It was hella embarrassing because you didn't know shit about how computers worked and well, you've been illegally downloading torrents since the office's internet connection was a gift from the internet gods. Without a doubt, your computer was a nest for viruses.

Bucky showed up in your floor that morning and you almost sunk into your seat from shame. You'd heard the IT Department complain about everybody else in the office messing up their computer systems. When you turned around, Bucky greeted you with a charming smile and soft hello. You could still remember how he felt when he stayed behind you as you sat on your chair, bending over to take your mouse in his hand.

God, he smelled so good you almost turned your head to nuzzle your face into his neck.

He was very soft-spoken you realized; Bucky was kind enough to walk you through the process and to be honest, you couldn't recall a damn thing he said. Something about firewalls? And shields? Whatever, you didn't really listen. You just stared at Bucky as he explained everything, solving your problem in less than fifteen minutes.

Since then, your crush for Bucky grew bigger. You'd entered the elevator together a couple of times, shared small conversations that made your heart flutter. When those little moments didn't seem enough, you started your devious plan to fuck up your computer a bit. By the third time Bucky fixed your computer, he was already comfortable enough to tease you for being a "virus magnet".

"Hello? Young lady, come back to earth." Sam snapped his finger right in front of your face, interrupting your thoughts.

You clicked your tongue at him and swatted his hand away. "If you ever tell this to anyone, Wilson. You are dead." you warned, poinitng a finger at him.

Sam rolled his eyes, "It's so unfair how he's kind to you. Last time I requested for his assistance he got all smug and grumpy at me." he complained.

Nat shook her head in amusment, "That's because you've been downloading porn. You know the IT department can access our browser histories, right?"

You choked on your coffe, "WHAT?!"

Nat narrowed her eyes at you, "You been up to no good for you to react like that?"

You faceplamed, "I've been stalking his Facebook account."

Sam chortled, "What are you, in high school? Jesus, calm down. You're gonna be fine. Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

You made a face, "I'm not Nat to have the guts to do that."

Nat hummed, bringing her mug to the sink to wash it. "Why don't you start by making him coffee?"

"I don't know how he likes his coffee."

You received a pointed look from both your friends. You groaned in defeat, "Okay, fine. I know how Bucky likes his coffee."

Nat smirked, "Stalker."

-

Bucky always arrived in the office half an hour before nine in the morning. This gives him time to settle into his cubicle, buy a sandwich at the stall downstairs and to make himself a cup of coffee. It was his daily routine and upon going back to his desk after buying his breakfast sandwich, Bucky was surprised to see a cup of newly brewed coffee on his desk.

He looked around but there were no signs of anyone. There wasn't even a note of some sort. Carefully, he brought the cup to his face and inhaled its scent. Shrugging, he took a tiny sip.

-

"How's the little secret admirer doing?" Nat asked, grabbing a chair and sitting down beside you.

You deadpanned, "I've been leaving him his coffee for an entire week now and nothing's happened yet."

Nat frowned, "Are you kidding me? Why would you expect for something to happen when you haven't been leaving any clues?" she said.

"I'm shy, okay?! Maybe I should hide somewhere, check for his reaction. See whether I have a chance." you shrugged.

It was stupid of you to leave the coffee on Bucky's desk. You never stayed to wait for him. You just left it there without a note or anything that would even give him a clue about you and your little crush on him. You knew the reason why, of course. You were afraid of rejection. Sometimes, you'd feel like you have a chance with him since he was always so kind and warm to you. Not to mention, everyone in the office knows him to be grumpy but around you, he was totally the opposite of that.

But then again, maybe he was just nice to you because you were nice to him too.

-

One morning after leaving Bucky his coffee, you finally decided to leave him a note. You ran back to your cubicle to get a post-it and a pen. Before you could even walk around your desk, you spotted Bucky headed over to the pantry, the cup of coffee in his hand.

"Fuck, okay. Maybe I should just directly ask him out?" you thought to yourself.

You quickly followed Bucky into the pantry and almost whined when you saw that Sam was inside as well. You widened your eyes at him, signalling for him to leave but Sam was preoccupied on observing Bucky who seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Rough morning?" Sam just had to ask as you awkwardly stood by the doorway, finding the right timing to butt in.

Bucky's forehead creased as he let out a huff, "Rough weeks, actually." he answered.

You opened your mouth to say something comforting, wanting to lift Bucky's spirits up but he turned around and glanced at you and then back to Sam.

"Does anyone hate me in this office?" Bucky asked.

You and Sam exchanged looks, both of utter confusion before shaking your heads in unison. "Why'd you ask?" Sam asked.

Bucky lifted the cup of coffee that you made, "Someone's been making me coffee." he stated.

You cleared your throat, "...is it bad?" you asked.

Bucky made a face, "Terrible actually."

Ouch.

"I mean, the first time I saw it I was actually flattered. And then I took a sip and it's just...salty." Bucky said, pouring the coffee into the sink before throwing it into the bin.

Sam's head snapped towards your direction, his face almost red from biting back a laugh. Your face heated up at the realization that you've been putting salt into Bucky's coffee instead of sugar. All this time. You wanted to disappear right then and there. And Sam had to be the one to witness your huge failure.

"I thought it was a mistake since the next day, there was another coffee on my desk. I tried it out and it's still salty. It lasted a week, you guys. And I was dumb enough to keep on tasting it in hopes that it might have been a genuine mistake. But now I'm starting to think that someone hates me that much to fuck my coffee up." Bucky explained, face scrunched up into a mixture of irritation and curiosity.

Sam failed to stifle his laughter and exploded, "Funniest shit I've ever heard." he told Bucky before standing up and making his way to the door where you stood.

Your face was red and if the salt and sugar mishap was already humiliating enough, Sam decided to make things even worse for you.

"You really need to check the labels before pouring shit into his coffee." and with that, Sam gave your shoulder a squeeze before leaving the pantry.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. When you opened them, Bucky was staring at you with an expression you couldn't paint.

"Did you...were you the one leaving me coffee?" he asked.

You secretly pinched yourself in the arm to check whether you were just dreaming. Fuck, you hoped you were having a nightmare but the pain that you felt made it clear that you totally fucked up.

You nodded in embarrassment.

"You hate me that much?" Bucky asked in disbelief, as if he was offended that out of all people, it had to be you.

You quickly shook your head, "No, God no! I just...it's because I..." you stammered, trying to find the courage to spit out the words you've been dying to tell Bucky.

Bucky tilted his head, "Because you...?" he urged.

Your hands balled into fists as you let out another deep breath. Bucky probably hates you right now, but whatever. This was your only chance and to hell, you were going to confess.

"Because I like you?"

You didn't think that Bucky's confused look could even turn more...well, confused. But he was looking at you incredulously as though you've grown a second head, or a third head.

"You like me so you decided to put salt in my coffee?" he asked again.

You honestly didn't know who sounded even more stupid now, you or Bucky. Because if he still didn't understand what was going on, he was dense as fuck.

"No!" you explained. "I wanted to make you a decent cup of coffee but I guess I was too careless and didn't realize that I've been putting in salt instead of sugar." you said.

Bucky didn't say anything after that. He just stared at you, but he didn't seem confused anymore. If any, he looked like he was processing the entire situation.

"You like me." he stated again.

Will your embarrassment ever end?!

"Yes, Bucky. And I messed up my chance and you know what? I'm just going to show myself out and leave you alone." you told him and forced a fake grin before attempting to walk out.

A hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back into the pantry. This time, Bucky was the one who looked embarrassed.

"I might have...done something pretty stupid too." he said, avoiding your gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You eyed him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"I uhh...I did something to your computer...the day before you requested for my assistance for the first time." Bucky admitted shyly.

It was your turn to get muddled at Bucky's confession. "But why?" you asked.

Bucky offered a shy smile, "Because I've been seeing you around the building and thought you were cute."

And then everything clicked. It was a light bulb moment for the both of you.

"Oh. Ohhh okay. I see." you said before suddenly breaking into laughter.

Bucky joined you and scratched his head, "I guess we're both idiots." he said, placing his hands inside his pockets as he stared at you.

"This went...way more interesting than I thought." you said with a nod.

There was a pause before you decided to speak up, "So, do you want coffee?"

Bucky beamed at you as he nodded, "As long as you'll use sugar this time."

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Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

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hello it's me again i appreciate the picture you made for me and i wanted to ask another lol, in which reader fem needs to pretend to her parents that she has a boyfriend and nothing less and nothing more she asks urahara for help to be her boyfriend of little lie, but actually she likes him a lot.

Had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

"Uh....what now...?"

Kisuke looked more confused then he has in his life time. Confused and surprised. I suppose he wouldn't ever expect me to ask such a question, even though we've been friends for a long time. A couple years, at least.

I quickly bow down, my forehead hitting the wooden floor. "I'm so sorry!" I yell out, genuinely sorry for putting this burden on him. I lift my head up, looking around the dining room to avoid eye contact. We were in the middle of eating dinner, it was the best time to ask him for the favor, or else he'd be gone in a flash after dinner.

"Wow!" Jinta sings. "This is great! Gotta get this on tape!"

"Jinta... Don't be so mean..." Ururu whispers, trying to pull Jinta down from all of his laughing and mocking.

Of course... It would've been better not to mention the favor right in front of the kids. "Uh..." Kisuke utters again, bringing me back to focus. "Explain a bit more, would you?" He asks kindly.

"Oh! Right..." I sit up straighter now. "Well... my mom and dad have been nagging me about finding a boyfriend... I told her that I found one so they could stop nagging me about it... and they asked me to dinner... including my 'boyfriend'..." I say, ashamed of my excuse.

"Hmm... I see..." He taps the closed fan against his chin, looking towards the ceiling in thought. "I suppose... I can be your boyfriend for the night." He winks at me.

My face instantly bursts into a shade of pink. "Really?!" I gasp, flailing my arms around. I really didn't expect him to say yes to the favor.

"Sure! I do owe you a favor, after all." He smiles. "So, when is the dinner supposed to be held?"

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My dad grabs Kisuke's hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you!"

"Oh! He's so handsome!" My dad steps aside for my mom to cup his face, giving him a welcome greeting with a kiss on each cheek.

"M-mom... Please stop embarrassing me..." I whine, trying to pull her hands off of his face. She reluctantly lets go of his poor face.

"Alright! Please, come in! Come in!" My mom says, walking into the apartment, leaving Kisuke and I alone outside.

"Well, your parents are very kind." He smiles, straightening his tie.

I sigh. "I thought I told you to be normal..."

He chuckles. "What? Wearing a nice suit is a good impression on your parents, right?" He grabs my hand. "Now, let's head inside, darling." He drags me into the house. I grumble. He was definitely getting a kick out of this. Although, I cant lie. He looked really good in that suit...

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"So, what do you do for a living, Uruhara?" After the first couple of bites of dinner, my mom starts with the questions.

Kisuke chuckles. "Please, call me Kisuke! I'm an Inventor-" He chokes as I elbow him in the ribs.

"He's a scientist! Isn't that great!" I nervously laugh.

My mom chuckles. "That's wonderful!"

"So, how did you two meet? Our little girl wouldn't tell us anything about her beloved boyfriend!" My dad laughs.

I silently glare at Kisuke, who covered his mouth to try not to laugh. I just knew exactly what he was saying in his head: Little girl... I also know he's going to use that nickname for a while just to make fun of me... I slump my shoulders in defeat. Why did I choose him to be my fake boyfriend...

"We met at my shop!" He laughs nervously. "A side job, I mean... Anyways, she was very kind to me. Seemed lonely, too."

I looked at him in shock. He...he's being serious...

"Not to mention beautiful! Caught my eye right away! I just had to get her to stay-" I elbow him again. "-Right, just kidding..." He straightens up, a genuine smile on his face. "But really... I couldn't stop thinking about her after that day. So I was very happy when she came to the shop again! Since then, we became friends..." His eyes look down for only a second. He looked...sad... "And after a while, we became a couple!"

My parents goggle about his story, asking him even more questions. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. I was focused on Kiuske's face. His emotions. Was he...being serious...? My face flushes up again, making me cover it in embarrassment at me thinking of him like that. I really do...love him...

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"Safe travels home!" My parents wave at us as we walk away, my hand in Kisuke's. But, is it really for show?

I guess not, since my hand is still in his once we get to my place. "Um... Kisuke..." He hums in acknowledgement as we stand still in front of my door. "Thank you...for pretending to be my boyfriend in front of my parents... Um... I know it was a burden, so I'm also sorry for that. I just hope they don't set up dinner again." I sigh.

"Then, why don't we stop pretending?"

"Huh?!" I gasp, looking at him.

"I meant what I said. Telling the story of how we met. You're beautiful, (Y/N)... How about next time, we don't have to pretend, hmm?" He chuckles at my expression.

I look away, a blush covering my cheeks once again. "Y-you know you could've just asked me to be your girlfriend...right?"

"But that's no fun!"

"Idiot!" I smack the back of his head. "Way to ruin the moment!" I cross my arms, pouting. The warmth from his hand still lingering.

A warm sensation is suddenly felt on my cheek. I realize Kisuke has kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight, (Y/N). I'll see you tomorrow." He smiles, pushing me a bit towards my front door as he walks off.

"You're such an idiot..." I smile, unlocking my door.

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[narrators-journal]

Persona 4 and 3. Characters: Margaret, Elizabeth and narukami. Kinks: 69, praise link, creampie, breeding, vouyerism. "Plot": Margaret want to see her sister and her good pet in some passionate action. Thank you mate ♥️

Oof life has not been kind to me as of late, lol. I hope you can forgive my slow writing, and I hope this is what you expected! I tried my best with this one.

CW: Voyeurism, breeding, 69, creampies, and praise kink included in this one.

A nice glass of wine, a comfortably stuffed armchair, and a good show was what Margaret considered a good way to enjoy some free time. Her sister taking part in her fun only added to the enjoyment of the show. “Good job, Narukami. Good and slow.” She reminded, smiling as she leaned back in her chair and drank in the sight of her beloved wildcard under her sister. His mouth full of pussy, his well-kept body littered with lipstick stains and bite marks, and his usually neat hair a mess in the flurry of pleasure and lust. Though, saying the sight of mutual oral was a particularly strong turn-on wasn’t quite accurate for the curvy velvet room attendant. She’d watched her wildcard sleep with a few girls and guys, with consent from all involved, of course, so the thrill of it had worn off a tad.

The sight of Narukami’s body though. That never failed to make Margaret’s blood tingle.

Even if the years after his journey had softened him a bit, and he no longer had abs she could wash laundry on, the mere thought of the silver-haired wildcard undressing for her and following her every command had her burning with desire.

And, of course, she was more than willing to share that pleasure with her sister. After all, Margaret’s charge hadn’t needed to give up his life for the world, so it only felt right to share him with her less lucky sister.

Which, was what landed her in her current position. Sitting in a comfortable chair, enjoying the sight of Elizabeth bobbing her head up and down Narukami’s cock, her cheeks crimson and her muffled noises slipping out from Narukami lapping at her pussy at a leisurely pace. Only broken when Elizabeth finally could take no more and raised her head to whine, “N-narukami! God, please fuck me,” Which made Margaret chuckle. But, with a swirl of her wine, the older attendant hummed, “Go ahead, Yu. Give her what she wants.” Which, was the green light the old wildcard needed.

Obediently, the man moved Elizabeth off of himself to reposition her onto her back. Leaning down to kiss and nibble at her neck as a hand slid over her fair skin to massage one of her breasts. “Remember to encourage him, sister.” Margaret reminded, lifting her glass to her lips as she spoke, her golden eyes widening as she watched her wildcard litter his lover with hickeys and love bites while the woman panted out, “G-good boy, Narukami. Good boy.” Rewarded with the wonderful stretch of the quiet man’s cock pushing into her. A recollection that had Margaret’s blood thrumming in her veins as she watched Narukami set a slow pace to start with. Easing Elizabeth onto his length before gliding his hand from her breast, down to her thigh. Lifting one of her legs from his waist to his shoulder as he sped up. “Ah! G-good!” Elizabeth gasped, her back arching and the leg kept at Narukami’s hip tightened around him as best she could manage.

All the while, Margaret found that the lascivious soundtrack, and the third-person perspective of Narukami at work had her squeezing her thighs together. “Come on, Liza, be more specific. He has to know what he’s doing right.” She encouraged, her half drank wine forgotten beside her chair. All of her attention taken up by the view in front of her. “Good, you’re...you’re fucking me really good.” Elizabeth clarified through moans, clutching the bed sheets as Narukami finally spoke in a husky mutter, “Thank you, ma’am.” Which earned a small gasp from their hot and bothered audience. “God, you’re so well-behaved, Yu.” She praised, Elizabeth moaning and nodding in blissed-out agreement while her sister tried not to interrupt to take her place. Instead, compromising with living vicariously through the scene. “Now, do a good job and breed her, honey.”

It was a snap decision. Margaret never minded sharing her wildcard, but if anyone was going to bare his children, it would be her. Yet, it was too fun to watch Narukami hump into someone for her to go ruining it, so she could stomach the risk this one time.

So, she settled for twirling a lock of her light hair around her finger while Narukami switched to a slower, but deeper pace that made Elizabeth whine beneath him. Clawing into the sheets more as the wildcard made sure to thrust into the one spot that made a woman crumble, over and over again. And, at that point, Margaret didn’t even care to tease her younger sister about complimenting him for his skill. All she could think of was riding her partner like a wild stallion after Elizabeth was done. But, for now, she simply sat and watched her sister be unravelled bit by bit with each deep thrust until, finally, Narukami stilled inside of her with a low groan. In response, the attendant arched her back once more with a loud curse as Margaret saw the waves of euphoria rake over her sister and her wildcard.

In the end, Margaret was the only one still in a storm of desires and need. Her pet had done as he was told, pumping Elizabeth with cum, left shakey and tired from the show, but that didn’t stop his personal attendant from pushing herself up from the armchair to wrap her arms around him with a simple demand.

“My turn~”