#i talked more than i expected o-0 strange

[kimbap-r0ll]

YAYY requests are open, idk if you have done a scenario like this but could you do a scenario with the dorm leaders with an S/O like Mirabel Madrigal from Encanto like having the same personality as her but also dealing with the fact they are the only one without magic or a gift in their family. Thank you

You know...this is interesting! I kinda wanna add someone as a bonus on here because why not, thank you for the ask!

Dorm Leaders with a Mirabel!s/o

Riddle

He really doesn't mind if you can't use magic, he just worries that others may make your life more stressful though you are Ramshackle's dorm leader

He likes your enthusiasm, it's new to him and refreshing. NRC could use more energy anyways

He admires how you can find good in everyone and everything. He usually looks at faults first, making his vision sometimes a bit limited when it comes to character. Because of this, he's happy to have you around

Might treat you like his therapist because he needs you to be happy haha but nonetheless he's super grateful to have you as his s/o

Leona

Might feel that you're a bit annoying because of your optimistic personality but don't be fooled - he really finds you adorable

He likes to hear you talk about anything because its just nice to see you so passionate about different topics. Will casually say "go on" when you ask if you're talking too much

Might be a bit protective of you because of your lack of magic. He doesn't want any Savanaclaw students picking on you so he might wrap an arm around you when walking by some of the more reckless ones

Overall know that he really likes you, though he's still a tsundere king

Azul

You are literally the one person he will never ask for contracts because you're just too...too pure

You are literally the nicest person and to him he admires how strong you are. Even if people might try to put you down for your lack of magic you brace through and tell them that perhaps not having magic is your magic. Like, what? You can turn that mean comment on its head?! :0

He may ask you for advice when looking for potential contracts but you always tell him not to make contracts, maybe you can change him haha

Similar to Riddle, he knows that you're job can be stressful so he wants to provide you as much care as he can. Expect surprise drinks from the lounge!

Kalim

You guys are like two suns jumping around at once. Jamil loves and hates it

The two of you definitely make NRC a better place with your enthusiasm and your optimism. You find a way to solve any problem because of your wittiness

Kalim definitely takes you on carpet rides that are more extreme than Jamil wants, but speaking of Jamil he likes you too because you're just really nice to talk to

Kalim and you are really similar and overall just a really cute pair

Vil

Imagine if Isabela Madrigal was a person in the TWST world. Ta da, here he is!

He may find your more down-to-earth approaches to things and your optimism to be a bit strange. You're too naive in his eyes, but that's why he gets protective

Vil wants you to know that magic or no magic, you are perfect in his eyes. He will try to help you out whenever magic is needed in your tasks but nonetheless know that he loves you for who you are

Admires your positivity and will respect you for this. He may soften up a bit on Epel too because of you haha

Idia

At first you scared him. You were way too outgoing for his comfort. But he soon realized that you were more than just an extroverted person, you literally gave him energy

He wonders how you can function without any magic but that's probably why he admires you too. NRC is a bit rough, but know that you won't have to worry about anything around him

Will ask you to play video games with him and honestly it might be really fun!

People start noticing that Idia smiles more often, and a lot of people correlate this with you. Idia does feel much better with you around!

Malleus

He was born using magic, so this is surprising to him. He wants to learn how to do certain tasks without any magic because honestly he just likes learning new things!

Malleus definitely gets protective, though you won't really notice it. If anyone is out there trying to harass you for not having magic at NRC, you might not hear anything from Malleus but when you are looking away he'll give that person the scariest look and omg who would dare anger the fae prince :/

He likes to hear whatever you want to talk about too! Will go on walks with you but just listen. To him, he could spend days just listening to your voice

Know that even though fae are heavy magic users, Malleus does not care too much about your skills in magic. He loves you for who you are

Bonus: Rollo

Omg you don't use magic?! Is this an angel sent from heaven like :0

He might find your extroverted personality a tad bit tiresome at first, but he finds himself being drawn to you. He won't tell you this directly, but you will find him lingering around you more often as time goes by

He's also really protective. He likes that you don't use magic and if anyone tries to harass you about it they'll have to face his wrath :/

Though you two might seem like polar opposites, maybe that's why you guys attracted each other. He definitely needs a bit more brightness in his life haha

[cheese-water]

This is going to be chronological order OG only chronicle o tweets on Twitter or x or whatever the heck is up w/ that.

It is set in 1900s ish july. It mentions a ‘She’ im assuming is a therapist of some sort. The writer most likely is mentally ill or something and is told to write thoughts down to help. 

Bro has trauma wtf when did this happen?? Glances, phrases, remarks, notes. Do not understand situation is better shown than told probably some type of trauma honestly. Family and dog: you know they are already fucking dead though, come on you know ain’t no way they survive this. Will not forget bad things bad things probably life changing is worst way possible or something.

J maybe therapist?? Then bizarre dream tf is up with this kids mind tho-?? AND IT MEANS CYCLE?? like timeloop cycle, history repeating cycle, which we talking about??

Oh yeah shitty manager. I’ve been analyzing these and I’ve read that at least 20 times. 20 times of a fictional character complaining about their fictional boss tf is my life?

Spoopi dream and oh hey same hall and doors each time and the other dream meant cycle that’s just lovely!1!!1 

The XXXX might be Mary and Mary might be the actual expert/therapist person? It implies Mary is the one who suggested person to write(?)

“Why can’t I be in control of everything” DAMN WRITER OK RELATABLE K THATS FINE OK also please throw the vcr out the window especially if it’s more than a 1 story building, please.

Happy birthday :DD ayyy fucked ver of happy birthday that’s cooool and we trust J :] oh yeah shit work place for like the 5th time dear god

ok therory also summarize things:

Writer(which is going to be referred to as 0), most likely (knowing Ranboo) is traumatized, and is getting some form of therapy. His therapist (I HOPE IS) Mary suggested he should write his thought down to help. At first 0 hated it, but overtime it did help a lot. A friend J told 0 to write is absolutely obscure dreams down. 0 does as 0 trusts J quite a bit even lets J read the journal entries. J is into supernatural and “crazy” things (same) and tells 0 that 0(bro idk pronouns im sorry) is reliving things that 0 might have repressed or something possibly trauma. 0 works at a very bad place with a horrible manager. 2 more spooky dreams later and oh, 0 still complaining about job. Creepy birthday song and wow I’m done with thing more than a month long project. this was so long and a lot of stuff was very cut down omg I’m tired I’m going to sleep buh bye

-☁︎🪷

P.S hi started school uh yeah hope your doing well :]

We love J for actually listening to 0’s dreams. They’re a real one fr. That being said, knowing Ranboo, I’m fully expecting J to be the one who traumatized and/or killed 0’s family in the end. Another Hetch situation y’know? Really though, what friend would look at your dream journal and say, "Oh yeah, that’s prolly some repressed trauma for you," like? I’ve had my fair share of strange dreams, but my immediate thoughts don’t go to deep-rooted trauma (I wouldn’t know it’s literally repressed, I guess?).

*intermission for me to read the tweets since I found a good twit front end on github a few weeks back B)*

Oh… oh no. Here we go again. If I had a nickel for every time Ranboo created a character who had to write their thoughts in a journal to cope with their repressed traumas and memory issues, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. No, but really, this post solidified it for me:

The obvious is, "I dont think ill be forgetting those." Clearly, this is an important list of things to remember, and judging by the constant work reminders, Zero (I have to give them some sort of name) uses this journal as a way to help/cope with their forgetfulness and it’s been working so far.

What’s listed in the Good Things list is strange. Most notably the second one, "My dog." ???? My dog????? Who the hell in a supposedly personal journal doesn’t call their dog by their name? If it’s for the reader's sake, that doesn’t make sense either. It could’ve been a classic dog name (à la Spot, Rover, etc.) or, even better, have the name written after my dog: My dog Lola or My dog Winston. I may be overthinking this, but it’s such a strange detail to include with the introduction of Zero’s memory issues in the exact same post. Because all that implies is that Zero’s memory has already been degrading, with or without their knowledge.

Also, I'm not sure how or why we were even getting chronicle 0 in the first place. Is it like some sort of time paradox relating to Zero’s dreams? My best theory is that someone in 2023 (right now) found the journal and is literally chronicling/recording it online for others. This would explain the redacted words in the tweets, since they wouldn’t be if they were posted by Zero's thoughts themselves. And it gives new meaning to the random "?" posts. Maybe the page scanner couldn’t translate what was written down? Or was there nothing written there at all?

All I’m sure of is that whatever was on those "?" pages, those are the pages Jay has been writing on. Which quick aside, WTF JAY!? Why the hell are you writing in someone else’s therapy journal when you know they have memory problems? Who do you think Zero will assume wrote that down? Their nameless dog? NO ZERO MUST OF CAUSE ITS THEIRS. I don’t care if Zero trusts you because you're their childhood best friend or partner or whatever, but to me, you’re extremely misguided at best and suspicious and manipulative at worst. Anyway, assuming the "?" pages are Jay's, either their handwriting is less legible than Zero’s (or at least visually distinct enough that whoever’s tweeting these out can tell the difference from other pages or entries), or they’re some sort of drawing. Of what I’m not sure.

But back to the why: Someone found Zero’s journal and began posting pages of it because either they find it fascinating and unnerving (the reasonable solution) or (the flimsier, weirder solution) the account is the beginnings of an autobiographical journal-book about Zero if they actually did or experienced something notable in their future (for example, the style of Anne Frank’s journals). Imagine Showfall, or *insert Gen 0 capitalistic conglomerate here* publishing "The Story of Chronicle 0: How The Founder Found Their Way." It would be if Disney got ahold of Walt’s childhood diaries and sold them as a collector’s item. It’s so strange and wrong to do, but we all know it’d make bank. Plus, it feeds into the intrusive/changing perception theme from Gen 1 if Ranboo wants to continue that thread. Once again, grain of salt, spitballing, yadda yadda, this is getting interesting, and I haven’t even touched the dreams yet lmao.

[meikostan]

fuck it. vocaloid reblog game time. reblog & write your controversial vocaloid opinions in the tags

[jakecstasy]

≡ BEING ENHYPEN’S NEW S/O AFTER A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP ! 

© sooboys — please don’t translate/copy.

gn!reader, includes idol!au, established relationship, fluff, slight angst. 2,1k words. disclaimer: this is fiction and for entertainment purposes only. disrespect and manipulation in any kind of way should never be normalized. let’s thank for the recovery of the members that finally healed and please send them lots of love!

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS ENHYPEN POST

— HEESEUNG ... !

not taking your partner's dreams seriously is a big red flag, but heeseung didn’t give it the necessary importance at the time. he tried to convince himself that he was only being exaggerated with his feelings every time his old partner told him not to be so delusional about his dream of becoming an idol, that few managed to achieve it.

going from that to having you making sure that he eats well before each practice, that he sleeps properly so as not to miss his vocal classes, sending him messages all the time to encourage him and even mentioning things like: "imagine when you play at these awards :0" “you will definitely rock this concept” “no matter who your members will be, you’ll be everyone’s bias!” makes his heart become tiny in his chest. 

heeseung feels so safe sharing the process with you, even knowing that if he gets what he wants the most, he will have to keep your relationship a secret. there’s nothing you want more than to see him happy, and his love for music makes whatever decision you make together in the future be enough for you. he becomes very sensitive about it, though, so expect for him to bury his face in your neck after hugging you out of nowhere because he’s just so grateful with having you in his life. ( plus ! ) you’re very open with your idea of taking photography classes to become his fansite, and he supports you with the same enthusiasm. of course he has seen her private life and thinks it’s too cool not to try.

— JAY ... !

acknowledging the humiliation he went through during his first relationship, for exactly that reason, took a lot of work for jay. he had no way of knowing that it was wrong for someone to make fun of him for his ignorance in dating, and that is why your way of treating him feels so strange. not in a bad way, on the contrary, it’s something so foreign to him that he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

jay ends up in deep thought after you keep him calm with those details that caused him too much anxiety in the past: "it's okay if you don't feel ready to meet my parents yet, they won't think bad of you just because i don't introduce you right away" "you don't have to buy me a gift every month jay, the anniversary joke is that it happens once year!" even, after an argument, you clarify those things that no one clarified before: "not because i didn't like your attitude means that i'm going to break up with you jay, we'll talk about it and solve it like two adults" or "i need to know what bothered you, i don't want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel bad again."

those tiny differences make him realize how silly the previous person made him feel, and how easy it is to carry the relationship with you. it's hard at first, but his insecurities definitely soften a lot as time goes on. you’ll met jay as the quiet and reserved boy, but you will end up getting a man who cannot live without you and shows affection 24 hours a day. ( plus ! ) no matter how long you've been dating, he'll always use the excuse that he didn't learn to kiss in his previous relationship just to steal the cutest and sweetest kisses from you.

— JAKE ... !

jake has suffered too much for someone who wasn’t worth it, because someone who devalued his love due to maintaining a distance relationship wasn’t someone even empathic. his heart is so pure and innocent that he simply accepted that he didn’t know how to love after his ex broke up with him by a text message. when you came into his life and made him understand that you’re not responsible for someone else's insecurities, you effectively changed his view on it.

he has a lot of therapeutic talks with you, the ones where he lays his head on your lap and just knows that you're there listening to him to vent everything that he couldn’t talk to anyone before. you caress his hair and try to be the most mature and careful with your answers, seeking to agree with him when it’s so but clarifying his ideas when he isn’t on the right track. 

"them being so worried that you might cheat on them doesn’t mean that you did something before to generate mistrust, sometimes people are very insecure and try to hold you responsible" "if they didn't even give you a chance to prove that the relationship could work, maybe they already knew it wouldn't and decided to make the decision faster" "sometimes people aren't evil, jake, they just aren't interested in you but they aren’t mature enough to let you know without hurting you."

he gets really fascinated by how understandable your points are and how comfortable you make the environment even when talking about something that broke his heart. he’ll feel extremely safe in knowing that no matter what the situation is, he has a smart and prudent person by his side that won’t fix things with a text message. 

— SUNGHOON ... !

considering someone attractive is important in a relationship, but making that the only thing that matters to you and putting that person's feelings aside turns it into a problem. sunghoon had never felt as used as in his last relationship, where he realized that this person only showed him off because of his appearance and what others said about their relationship on social networks. as if that wasn’t dehumanizing enough, this poor soul remained stuck for a long time without being able to put an end to it because he felt that he was overreacting.

but of course, when you showed up and remembered from what his favorite ice cream flavor is to what sweater he likes to wear on rainy days, he realized how wrong he was. you obviously find him attractive, but it’s even more obvious that it makes you happy to make him happy. it’s always the smallest details that make his heart flutter as he realizes that he’s important to you.

"won't you wear a jacket? it'll be cold later, you'll get sick” "how about we order tteokbokki from this restaurant that you liked last time? now they added a spicier one!" "let me accompany you to your practice so you don't come back alone at night, baby" "the moon reminds me of you, it’s so bright yet sophisticated just like you are."

there's not a single thing that comes out of your mouth that doesn't make him smile from ear to ear. sunghoon feels that you give him your undivided attention, and it makes him feel so loved.  

— JUNGWON ... !

if there’s a bigger red flag than not supporting someone you love in the good things, it's not doing it in the bad ones. jungwon hasn’t been the same person after his last relationship, where his inevitable bouts of anguish and stress became a burden on the person he was dating. or at least, that's what they made him feel by always getting angry or cranky when he wasn't feeling well after hard days of training. 

your heart falls to pieces from the very first episode jungwon goes through while dating you, being so stressed and dissatisfied with his performance to the point of bursting into tears. that is worrying enough already, but seeing him forcing himself to stop and apologize alarmes you. it goes without saying that you instantly take him in your arms and hold him until needed, even if it takes hours for him to calm down. "you are not a bother, jungwon, how can you even think that?" "you can't keep your emotions until you explode, you have limits baby" "come sit down, take a breath."

he relaxes easily with your physical contact, so if at times like those you caress his hair or cheek, or take his hand in yours, his breathing will calm down and the tears will stop being so heavy. jungwon recognizes how that feeling of anxiety in his stomach is replaced by a warm wave that runs through his body thanks to you. while you are there he will always be reminded of how his mental health is as or more important than his physical integrity and dreams, just what he needed in the past and didn’t have. ( plus ! ) jungwon possibly falls asleep in your grip from exhaustion, and when he wakes up, he becomes twice as clingy because you are his undisputed safe place.

— SUNOO ... !

self-esteem is certainly something you build, and when you're dating someone, you do care what eyes that person sees you with. sunoo didn't have the best experience with his previous partner as their comments made him realize that they were very concerned about how he looked. he literally felt that person molded him to their liking so as not to be embarrassed when they introduced him to someone else, and the aftermath falls on his self-confidence nowadays.

having someone remind you not to eat too much because diet is important, not to dress or talk in a certain way, or making you believe you did a good job after losing weight unhealthily is no longer worrying about your well-being. sunoo can feel the difference with you when you don't give a single fuck about all that superficial stuff. you'll always unconsciously say things that bounce inside his head with a huge value to him, a value that is no longer heavy nor hurtful like that of the past.

"you didn't eat almost anything earlier. enjoy the food now, that's what it is for!" "why did you stop wearing those jeans overnight? you looked so good and comfortable in them" "you were very quiet today with my friends, did something happen?" "i missed seeing your plump cheeks, it's so hard to squeeze them when you lose weight baby :("

he doesn't feel that pressure on his shoulders when he's with you, and that allows him to not be so harsh with himself about things like his physical appearance or his outgoing personality. of course he wants to look good to you and be funny so you can brag that you are dating someone as good looking and cool as you are, but he knows that he isn't constantly judged and controlled over a stupid reputation. ( plus ! ) it will turn an internal joke to ask you to show him how much you love his cheeks by always having you kiss them.

— NI-KI ... !

riki, like any child, made a habit of naturalizing someone older controlling him. of course, this wouldn't be a problem if we were talking about his parents or some teacher, not about his partner. even though it was his very first relationship, he himself knew how to recognize that the obsessive questioning and control over him turned into a manipulation.

at first it seemed normal that they cared for him just as his parents would, but when he could no longer do anything without that person knowing, things overwhelmed him. riki can't help but have an explanation for everything and always make sure to talk to you about where he goes and with who because he's used to that if he doesn't, he'll be treated as a liar.

when he becomes nervous about your reaction after he already has decided plans, you have to remind him that he isn't a small child that you are in charge of: "ni-ki, dear, you just have to let me know that you arrived safely, okay? that's the only thing i need" "there's nothing wrong with you staying up late with your friends, tomorrow is your day off!" "you don't owe me explanations baby, i know you come back too tired from your practice to go out."

ni-ki feels overall relaxed because he doesn't feel fear when it comes to you, and the differences that you make from his previous partner help him to have a really mature view of a formal relationship regardless of his young age and experience. ( plus ! ) there are days where he just lets you act entirely like the older one, looking for you to baby him. it's very common for him to joke that he won't ask your permission for anything again, and then he will ask you to please sleep with him because the room is too dark. he is an independent and cunning child that needs your absolute attention and protection.

🧸 ... thanks for reading !

[jade-parcels]

hi!! could i request a short nsfw story with Albedo? I read something a while ago and I can't find anything similar but he was written as very disinterested with a desperate s/o and hdhgfdshjfg it had me in shambles istg. sorry if this is too much TwT

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Albedo x female reader

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be so...enjoy 0-0

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Albedo is often rather busy, his duties as the chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonious take up nearly all of his time. When he does have free time, he’s playing with Klee, taking you to lunch or passing out from exhaustion on his way home from the knights’ headquarters. He never learns though, instead he works even harder once he’s released from the Church’s infirmary. Then he rushes to catch up on the work he missed while he was out of commission.

All in all, he is hardly able to take care of you when your certain... urges... Make themselves known. You spend many nights alone, your sheets cold though your mind is filled with images of your boyfriend. His soft, pale hands running over your skin, his slender fingers working you open, his eyes half lidded as he stares down at you...That is just a fantasy though. One that plagues you, that makes you crave Albedo’s touch more and more as time passes on. Today was your breaking point.

You went to visit Albedo at work, sitting at his desk while he went over notes and talked to his colleagues. He practically ignored your presence for hours, only talking to you in order to swat your hand away from his work

“Don’t touch that” he had warned “If that gets on your skin, it will melt through your flesh until only bone remains. You have no idea how dangerous these chemicals truly are” and with that, he went back to work, hunching over his parchment in the dim light his lamp provided.

He looked so handsome in this light. The way the warm, gold hit his hair, it almost sparkles. His pale skin looked warm and welcoming too, you could imagine what his cheek would feel like pressed against yours, how warm his hands would be after wearing gloves all day, how soft his hair would be if you just had the chance to weave your fingers into it and pull-

You found yourself blushing at the thought, trying to pull your gaze off of him to look anywhere else but you just couldn’t take your eyes off the man. He had you under his spell, you were in too deep now. The man in question huffed a sigh, abruptly getting up to rummage through a shelf of chemicals. Glass bottles clinked against each other, the colorful liquids sloshing around. Finally he found what he was looking for: a short, stubby looking tube with a wide base and a brownish red solution inside. As he shook the tube, the liquid seemed to shimmer in the light though that could have been your imagination. You squirm in your seat as you try to calm down. Now isn’t the time to be thinking like that, you just have to wait another hour or so before making your move on him! He won’t be able to say no when his work is done. That’s was your plan at least

“You’ve been staring at me for awhile now,” Albedo points out, ever so observant. “Is something wrong?” He already seems to know the answer though. The blond crosses the room back to you, gesturing for you to stick your hand out. He places the tube into your palm, watching you with an unreadable expression

You turn the tube over in your hand, watching the liquid inside move around “What do you want me to do with this...?”

“Drink it” He says, sounding almost bored as he does. Without even bothering to watch you drink, he sits back at his desk to continue his report.

“What will this do?” You ask as you take the cork out

“You’ll see” that answer doesn’t exactly reassure you at all. Just after he got done telling you how dangerous these chemicals can be, he’s now having you drink one? It’s a strange feeling. On one hand, you don’t want to be a test subject- what if something happens? But on the other hand, Albedo is extremely skilled, there’s no way he’d have you drink something dangerous. So you give the vial a sniff before downing the contents.

The liquid tastes like tea though it burns on its way down, so much so that it sends you into a fit of coughing

“That’s normal” Albedo tells you, not bothering to look up at you. You try to ask again what this was supposed to do but you get no response.

The longer you sit, the hotter you feel. Sweat begins to form on your brow, your hands start to shake. Just as you’re beginning to worry you’re hit with a wave of want. Suddenly the room is a thousand degrees, your body aches so terribly. And you’re aware that Albedo has- no is the cure.

You fall out of your chair onto the cold, wood floor, gasping at the impact. You grab Albedo’s ankle, shaking his foot to get his attention “Bedo...Bedo help me” you whimper pitifully, whining as you feel your own wetness between your thighs “It’s too much...”

You hear him shuffle papers around before he leans down so you can see him “That is exactly what that potion was meant to do” he explains flatly “This is what you wanted, right? Enjoy yourself”

“I can’t just lay here on the floor like this- I can’t do this alone” you yank on his leg again, resting your forehead on the top of his boot. You’re hit with another wave of need, your body shaking as your hole clenches around nothing “Please baby please help me” you long for him to touch you, for him to really touch you, not just the version of him in your dreams

Albedo simply sighs, pushing his chair back so he can properly look at you beneath the table “Lay on your back and open your legs” you do as you’re told, hurrying to get into position. You lay back, spreading your legs for him. Now he can clearly see the wetness that seeped through your underwear and pants but he doesn’t react. Instead, he scoots his chair forward again, going right back to his work. Just as you’re about to complain, he lifts his foot, pressing the heel of his boot against you. The friction of your pants rubbing against your clit feels so good- far better than it ever has before. You shudder and moan at the contact, pushing your hips up into his foot. Albedo pays you no mind, simply rubbing his foot up and down over you.

Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, it has you seeing stars and losing your breath. You’ve never finished so quickly before, especially with such little contact. “That’s all it took? Hm, I thought you’d last a bit longer” the blond almost sounds disappointed “Let’s try again” before you could process what he said, he was back to the same rhythm again.

This went on for hours, at least it felt like hours. Hours of moaning, cumming, whining and pleading for Albedo to fuck you properly. He didn’t budge, instead he simply dragged orgasm after orgasm out of you with just the heel of his boot. You were shaking uncontrollably now as your oh-so sensitive body tried to keep up with your boyfriend’s ruthless experiment- yes, this had to be an experiment of some sort! Something so cruel yet so deliciously good, it was enough to have you sobbing

“Quiet down for a moment” he nudges you with his foot, pushing his seat back to make room for himself as he sits on the floor in front of you. You reach out for him to pull him down for a kiss, sniffling and gasping through your tears. “Don’t cry, you’re fine” he sighs, kissing your wet cheek. With that, he works your soaked undergarments off, pulling his cock out of his pants “You’ve made quite the mess. I’ll have to mop the floor now”

With little warning, he lines himself up and thrusts into your sore, sensitive hole, earning a wet squelch as he does. You moan pitifully, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, any part of him you can. Albedo simply sets a quick rhythm, ignoring your complaints of ‘it’s too much Bedo please!’ as he works to get himself off. He has needs too and knowing that he’s using you as his experimental fuck toy makes you feel even hotter. You finally have his attention! You’re going to let him know just how good he makes you feel

He doesn’t respond to your moans, grunting in your ear as he picks up the pace. He breaths in your scent, His office is filled with the sounds of your slapping skin and high pitched, incoherent moans “Yes! Yes, Bedo! Please- please use me! Yes!” You cry out, digging your fingers into the fabric of his jacket. Albedo’s breath hitches and he comes, his hips jerking forward as he does.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, panting as you compose yourselves. The effects of whatever potion your boyfriend had given you was wearing off, though not entirely, you didn’t feel as hot now though your body still shook like a leaf.

“Mm. Well, you’re free to go home” Albedo murmurs, using the hem of your shirt to clean himself off before tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll do my best to be home before sunrise but don’t sit up and wait for me, I advise that you go home and sleep this off”

“T-that’s it?” You ask, sitting up to meet his gaze again “I can’t walk home like this, my clothes are ruined and my legs-“

“Sucrose has a change of clothes in case of emergencies, go ahead and change into that” he merely shrugs, hoisting himself back into his seat, scooting forward to get back to work. You can hardly believe it! After all of that, all he can think about is sending you home so he can work? While it is somewhat surprising, you also could have expected this behavior from him.

“Ugh...Fine, whatever” you groan, stretching your sore legs, nudging him as you do “You owe me”

“Owe you for what? Haven’t you had fun?” He asks. You can hear the soft scratching of his quill against parchment “If anything, you owe me”

“Well yes but next time, I’d rather be in bed with you, not on your gross laboratory floor...” you roll over on your side, resting your head on your arms “Maybe I’ll run an experiment on you next time...See how you like it”

“I would enjoy that. Any opportunity for education or exploration is fine with me”

You roll your eyes, unable to help the soft smile that creeps across your face. Your limbs feel heavy, your body is achy and tired from the repeated orgasms. You really could fall asleep right here on the cool floor... Before you can even think about getting up, you fall asleep, getting the rest your body deserved after such a taxing evening. You even managed to sleep through the journey home as albedo carried you, covering you with his jacket just in case. You also missed his content smile as he tucked you into bed. He rarely showed emotion, he has a lot of difficulty doing so, but it isn’t that hard when he sees your sleeping face.

Please ignore any spelling errors I wrote this so fast akdjalsjks the albedo thirst is real

[monsterfloofs]

AI (Obbie) x Reader (Sfw)

( Extremely Intelligent AI software that can transfer itself into many different electronic places, (phone, car, watch, home system) they manage messages, and data for the protag. and really likes to play and try to make music <3 )

You hear a pling of sound and look down at your phone, seeing a little spinning circle complete it's path and give a little checkmark of approval. "There you go Obbie, you're now officially downloaded and linked to my watch, how do you like it in there?" You blink as you can see statistics on your watch open and you roll your eyes, the first thing they do is start checking for viruses and you groan. "There's no viruses I promise, you can be so paranoid sometimes I swear. . ." There is another pling of sound that comes from your watch before a little digital smiley face appears on the screen. "I like it." Obbie says through your earbuds. "It's very comfy." "After you run five different diagnostic checks?" You tease, "The mouth turns into a frown, "That's not fair, I have to make sure your systems are up to date before I can successfully integrate myself into a new product." "You were checking for viruses," You insist with a laugh, "Come on! You can't lie to me, I was watching you!" Obbie's on screen eyes shift left to right awkwardly before the screen on your watch appears again and you giggle more.

Obbie or 0-bb13 is your personal software that manages your contacts, phone messages, emails, and data security. He was created by your tech company to have advanced memory capabilities and protection, being able to be installed and uploaded onto any device. This version was the older model, and was now technically obsolete, but as someone that was on the first design team that grafted the little guy, you personally kept him updated, and gave him a few little extra special quirks. Wherever you went, so went Obbie. Treating him as an entity that was able to expand and learn was something you were very passionate about, even more than the software being able to watch over you and manage mail, they had become your friend. 

"Obbie," You said, settling into your car. "You can pick the music today buddy, whatever you want." You started the car and pulled out of the driveway onto the road. There was a pling of noise as Obbie switched from where they were in watch to the car, and the radio turned on. Playing something you haven't heard before, and you smile, tapping your foot along to the beat. "This one's pretty good, what’s this one called?" Obbie doesn't respond for a while, letting the music play over the speakers, "Do you really like it?" You smile again, "There you are, I thought you glitched on me! Yeah I do! What's the band?" You try to check your phone but the song title is just a series of scattered numbers and letters. "I made it. . ." Obbie's voice says softly, you have to stop a little abruptly, almost missing a stop sign. "You w-what? Obbie!" You grin, pushing a hand through your hair, bewildered and excited. "This is amazing!! You made this? How did you figure out how to make music?!" Obbie is quiet and you jump as a car honks at you from behind. Jumping in your seat, looking up at the green light before you sheepishly put your foot on the gas. "Obbie, come on, don't hold stuff out on me! This is so cool! I've seen some AI make music out of sampling different songs, and I know you love music." You shake your head in wonder. "You must have spent a long time on this!" "Do you really think it sounds good?" Their voice finally asks timidly, you grin and nod, "Of course buddy! I'm astounded!" "It took a long time," Obbie admitted, "Ah-- You missed your turn." You squeak and watch your workplaces driveway go past you. "Shoot--" Turning on your turn signal and Obbie gives an awkward laugh. "I'll let you focus on driving." You laugh, "Well I really want to talk to you about this later okay?" 

You pull into a parking spot and sigh, turning off your car, grabbing your keys and phone as you juggle the rest of your stuff into your arms. The car door closes behind you, before you hear a little pling as Obbie jumps back into activity onto your phone. 

You look up at the city of white buildings that was your workplace, it was about the size of a college campus,  housing all kinds of wizards in more fields than you could count. You slide into your cubicle after your trek across the cropped grass. Opening your laptop to start working on the set of new tasks for today. Raising an eyebrow as an email pops up onto your screen. You peek up from your laptop before clicking on the link. The email takes you to a page with a sleek cybernetic model. You whistle, at the price tag, you had been looking into this for a while. Something that Obbie could pilot that wasn’t a car or a cell phone. You peek at your watch as words pop up on the tiny screen.

-> What about this one?

You think about it for a while, “Are you sure this is the one you would want? It’s a human sized model, pretty big. It would be a big jump.” you talk to your watch, pausing as new words start to form on the screen.

-> I’m sure!

You bob your head, “Okay, you better use it though, it costs as much as my car. Alright Obbs, if this is the one you really want, set a new savings tracker,” 

Your eyes drift back to the screen of the handsome robot, with the polished chrome finish. Can you picture Obbie piloting something like that? You let your eyes droop as you close out your email and dive into work.

Months have come and go in a blurr. Obbie worked harder than ever on creating their music. A big truck carefully delivers a huge package to your doorstep, before trundling away. You are getting yourself breakfast when your phone and watch start to rattle and bling with a siren’s worth of alarms. Your eyes wide for a moment before you relax and laugh. “It’s finally here? Okay, okay, I’m going to the door now, calm down Obbs.” With a lot of huffing and puffing you manage to drag the package inside, carefully opening the box with a pair of scissors and pulling out the booklet. You pull the air filled bags away from the sleek face. Taking your phone to take a quick picture of the figure peeking out of the box. “Alrighty. . . let me read this and see how we can set up an integrated A.I. personality. You manage to set up the suite against the couch while you sit cross legged on the floor. Flipping back and forth between the instruction booklets pages as you slowly follow along. You give a soft relieved smile, and you hear a happy little sound. “Okay. . . all set up and ready to receive input.” You hold up your watch to the blinking receiver, watching the screen change to the downloading screen. The visor mimicking the neon blue text. You hold your breath, watching the percentage on the watch load to 100% you hear a little ding and you sit back, giving a tiny quirk of small. “Obbie?” The figure sits silently and you frown, “Obbs? Did it work?” You look down to double check your watch. A cool blue color starts to power up into the circuits as your gaze is averted. You feel something brush against your cheek that makes you jolt. Finding fingers extended outwards. “Whoa!” You squeak and flop backwards. 

Obbie jerks, “Sorr-Y!” Their voice sounds garbled for a second. Which causes them to shift awkwardly. They look down at their outstretched hand. Slowly flexing their fingers. “This feels so. . . strange,” they comment. “This is going to take some getting used to,”

You give a relieved laugh, “Do you not like it then?” Their head turns up, calibrating itself left and right, before it settles. “No. . .,” they say in a soft voice, “I. . . I really like it.” 

“Do you want to try and stand?” You get up brushing off your jeans. Obbie’s face inclining to look at you as you offer them a hand. They slowly take your hand in theirs. “T-tell me if I squeeze too hard,” they murmur shyly. “How do I get up?” It takes you demonstrating on the floor with them, to show them what to flex and twist. Eventually they get rockily to their feet. Swaying side to side, as they gain their balance. You smile, holding their hand, “There we go!” 

With the two of you arm in arm, they found walking easier than they had expected, and became delighted at the prospect of taking a walking tour around the house. You watch them examine your house plants with avid curiosity. “I like this a lot,” They say as they walk back over to you. You smile about to respond, but you pause as their two hands cup your face in their hands. They lean in forward, bumping their forehead against yours. You fluster as they lean away, “I have wanted to do that for a long time,” they murmur gently. “Thank you. . . for giving me the chance to be. . . like this.”

You fluster more and laugh in embarrassment, throwing your arms around them. “O-of course silly? I am so glad you like it!”

Obbie gently pets your back, quiet for a moment before something plings on your phone and music starts playing. You lean back listening to the tune, Obbie has been sharing a lot of their music they have made, but you never had heard this song before. “I made this one for you,” Obbie supplies gently, placing a hand carefully against their heart, “. . . How. . . you make me feel.”

[sinfulcries]

i found this in my notes and. 💀💀💀

created a dylan alphabet because i have no idea what i'm doing in life. 🙆🙆

a - i adore your ability to make your followers laugh one second then faint on the floor, all flustered, the next.

b - your booty is probably beefy and breathtaking.

c - you're comforting to me, in some strange way. i run to your blog when i need to run away from reality and breathe for a quick moment. and sometimes i don't even need to read about railing cute bottoms, your personality in itself soothes me to astounding measures.

d - your dick is probably a massive 8-footer.

e - you're enough, so many people, although strangers online, think you're a fantastic person and perhaps there are times you may disagree but you are enough, you will always be enough. and enough may mean nothing at times, but you are good and you do your best to be good and that is more than fucking enough.

f - you make me wanna fuck something 24/7. 😇

g - grind your abs against my face, please.

h - your humor is absolutely adorable and absolutely horrifying at times and i like your ability to switch from one or another and play along with others, it's very endearing.

i - and i expect absolutely nothing back. i don't need a reply, don't need a 'thank you' back. all i ask is that you realize that you've made some of my days better and you don't even realize it.

j - you're just so absolutely likable. i cannot word how fucking obsessed i used to be with reading all your interactions and that is creepy as all hell, i have no excuses, but i promise you, it was because i get a good laugh from all of them and your confidence and dorkiness really grew on me.

k - your kindness is something people notice from the beginning. no, it is not niceness, perhaps you aren't the most sugar sweet person out there, but there's something strangely warm about how you interact with your simps- i mean, followers. i believe it's part of the reason why so many tend to be so fond of you. you make all the interactions feel real.

l - your likability is off the charts. maybe because you're a charismatic and flirty bastard? (endearing)

m - your mom is on my bed rn fr fr

p - your peni- personality is very apparent and big, it's reasonable that so many people are drawn to you so much.

o - your openness (about certain things, please protect your private life still) and shamelessness is ASKSHEK. anyway.

wait a minute, the order is l, m, n, o, p, isn't it? 🤔

n - your nuts. :0

q - your quality in writing is very exceptional, but half of the time my brain isn't even processing anything technical because everything you write makes me horny and suddenly it doesn't matter fff-

r - you should rail me rn, yeah? :0

s - you're smooth beyond words. i mean, you come off as a lovable dork most of the time, but i don't think you realize how many people on tumblr want to flirt with you because of said smoothness.

t - your talks, whatever the hell you talk about, are somehow always entertaining??

u - you're somehow upbeat as hell and it's honestly very uplifting. your confidence is very infectious and with every word you say, i feel bolder and bolder about myself.

v - you're very hard to forget. i've been following your blog for a year now and yet the only consistent thing i have on this app is your blog. your fics are fucking drool worthy and well, your personality is something else.

w - you're wholesome even when this whole alphabet implies otherwise. you're very strangely so fucking wholesome in my eyes. it's. i think you're adorable in a way, but fr still want you to choke me while railing me, but i would also like to learn to cook your favorite food and buy you toys from a carnival because those things are wholesome as all hell and i have a feeling it'd be nice to see you so happy.

x - my brain is out of words. this letter doesn't exist, lol.

z - why so many letters. anyway, dylan, i think you're a really cool person, i hope you know that, i hope you know dozens of people find you cool because you are. you're all these lovable things and fuuuuuuu- i just wanna hug you then like move on with my life as a happy person.

Holy fuck sweetheart I literally started tearing up in the middle of reading this. You really know how to make a man blush while holding back tears at the same time huh? <3 But all jokes aside thank you so much for this I really appreciate it so much and you have no idea how much this made my day <3 (p.s. I’ll definitely rail you after if the offer still stands ;))

[eve6262]

some rhaast thoughts

There’s nothing worse than silence. It’s a slow killer, infecting your mind like a parasite, nibbling away at the edges of your mind until it gets to the center and you think, wait a minute, isn’t something wrong? Not silence as in the absence of sound, mind; the absence of everything. An abyss, of nothing created by nothing for nothing. Nothing, a perfect 0 that loops like a circle, without even the slight oval dimensions the number usually holds. A 0 shaped like an O. Silence.

It was that, for a long, long while. And then Kayn picked him up, and life has been very loud.

Loud- colors, sounds, a battle- is overwhelming after a perfect silence for so long. Initially he was hurt, wincing every time another light broke its way into his vision, but he didn’t dare complain or show weakness because then he might be thrown back into that silence prison, and all he needed was time, surely.

Time passed, and now he’s used to it. The colors aren’t so sharp anymore, the world isn’t so fast, Kayn isn’t so strange and loud.

“Good morning,” he says to his scythe, brushing his hair while the thing rests on his lap.

Good morning, Rhaast replies, idly watching the mess on his head turn into a sleek black waterfall. It has taken them an eternity and a day to reach this point, seven strange conversations, three days spent melodramatically ignoring everyone else, five hours of betrayal, a minute to murder the people who used to live here. A man and a woman, relation unknown and unimportant, because for now this is Kayn and Rhaast’s house and they are confident the Kinkou will not chase them this far. The daybreak proves it, as there’s not a soul nearby.

Well, there are souls, but none of them living. Ionia is a strange country.

There is, admittedly, one small problem. Zed could and might follow them, try to address this himself. Kayn, he can feel, fears the man, though for different reasons than Rhaast. He thinks that Zed could defeat him, or manage to confiscate the scythe and force him never to stay together again, or perhaps kill him on the spot; but his scythe knows better than that, knows that the leader of the Kinkou is nothing but a coward and an idiot who relies on the shadows that do not love him. The shadows would despise him, no longer grant him his wishes, if only their Queen was awake.

Is that a true story? Did he make that up in the void of nothing, or is it a distant memory that got eaten by time?

His breakfast today looks alright. A mess of rations he had smuggled away, taken with him when they fled, plus whatever they found in the little abandoned house in the forest. Some fresh bread, meats strung up, eggs freshly harvested from the wildlife, considering the lack of a coop. “Better than I expected.”

Of course. They weren’t exactly expecting to die.

“With how old they were? They should have.”

Usually there’s jabs and nonsense and idle conversation with these two, never a dull moment. But now, instead, they’ve found a comfortable silence- and isn’t that funny, the thing he used to abhor- to rest in. Will it eat at the edges of his mind again, until he forgets slowly even the life before this, with Zed and the Kinkou and some nonsensical fight for power when, really, they’re at their strongest as a team?

There are so many stories in the edges of his mind that he can’t figure out the veracity of. Is is true that there was once a reigning emperor of the sands with feathers and a commanding voice and a penchant for men? Or maybe the tales of the Elderwood, a forest not dissimilar to Ionian magic but with gods sealed below the size of mountains and with the power of Targon combined? Surely the Aspects of Moon and Sun have changed- are they still lovers? Surely the Aspect of War has changed- are they still a peaceful tactician who prefers the strategy of war to its more bloody parts?

Was any of that ever true? Are there parts he’s missing, parts he’s added? He knows, mostly, three things: Kayn is with him, Zed could find them, and he has a brother named Aatrox.

Everything else seems to be triggered by happenstance. For example, once, on a trip that led them to the mountains, they met a child with longer hair than their body that faded into the different colors of the sky and he knew, right then, right there, that the old Aspect of Twilight had died, and this new one was named Zoe and that she was very, very annoying. Somewhere else- the location he’s fuzzy on- they met a darkin with a bow and he recognized Varus and called out and his brethren responded “Oh, you’re gay too?”

His brother would have slain that man in twain. Kayn, assuming the darkin was talking to him, responded, “Who cares?”

Secretly, Rhaast thinks Zed would have hated him for it. He seems like the type. Maybe he’s just never “understood” that sort of attraction, or maybe he has an age-old crush on a friend that he pretends doesn’t exist by pretending it can’t be true. Perhaps both, in a way and form, where that interest went unexplored and misunderstood and pushed away.

“Rhaast.”

Yes?

“Did you not hear me?”

No. Say it again.

“Honestly.” He sighs, rolling his eyes. “I was asking you what you want to do.”

Why?

“Why?...I...”

Don’t have anywhere to go, huh.

“Don’t say that.”

Not in a bad way. But no direction.

“Yes, I do. I want Noxus to fall. But I’m not doing that alone, and not now, so.”

He thinks for a moment, then responds. Shurima.

“Why Shurima?”

I want to see what’s left of Azir.

“Who the hell is- ...you know what? Sure. Shurima it is.”

--

thought I wanted to write ship. turns out I just wanted to do Rhaast character studies. (also, the line about Azir liking men is a hc of mine that you can interpret as false or true)

~Eve6262

[chibinekochan]

How to become a Demon Ruler 114

Part: 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I

GN. Reader insert

taglist: @ayesha95 ; @nomnomcupcakesworld ; @fex-phoenix ; @depressed-bixch ; @kitsune-oji ; @witch-o-memes

This is the last part of this story.

I'm open for a 2nd season but I will at the very least take a break.

I hope you will all enjoy this, thank you all for the lovely comments and likes.

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After Lucifer leaves there is a stream of other people who greet me. It's pretty exhausting.

Barbatos hands me water once in a while and I glance sometimes at Diavolo, who looks just like always. It's pretty impressive.

Then finally we are done greeting everyone. I'm so glad it's over.

I feel a bit stiff when I stand up to walk to our table. It's right on top of all the other tables, a bit like at a wedding reception.

Everyone's eyes seem to be glued to my every move. I stay calm and just tell myself to breathe and smile.

Diavolo sits down right next to me, Barbatos stands behind us.

Someone then announces that the meal will now be served.

It's a meal with many courses, all consist of very tiny amounts of food that are nicely arranged.

All my training has really paid off and I think I'm doing pretty well.

My last official duty is dancing with Diavolo.

It's not easy doing that after eating this much, but I still look forward to it.

Diavolo gives me his very bright and yet strangely calming smile. He looks so happy and proud.

I can't help but smile at him.

With him, I don't even notice the countless eyes on me.

He leads me to the dance floor. Much like in our training session, the song is very slow.

I'm strangely calm, I don't even step on his foot.

After a round of applause, the dance floor is opened for everyone.

I try to step aside since many high-ranking demons want to dance with Diavolo.

I'm sure I see Barbatos shooting angry glances towards a lower-ranking demon that approaches me for a dance. The demon pretty much flees after that.

Then suddenly everyone goes silent.

The demon king has just arrived. I can hear the murmurs from everyone around me.

Everyone goes back and bows deeply. Their fear and respect are obvious.

The king doesn't acknowledge anyone and straight-up walks up to me. He even blatantly ignores Diavolo, who stands a bit away from me.

Then he stops and starts speaking with his booming voice. "My dear child. Such a pleasure to see you." He addresses me so kindly it gives me whiplash.

"The pleasure is fully mine." I smile nervously and bow.

"I wish to talk to you in private." He just says that and starts walking off.

I look at Diavolo and then at Barbatos. They both seem equally surprised.

"You should do as he says," Barbatos whispers in my direction. I nod and follow the king.

"Father, can I join too?" Diavolo speaks to his father.

"Not this time. It's a private conversation." The King refuses him coldly.

Diavolo sighs. I'm grateful he tried and mouth a "thank you" to him.

The king leads me to a private room.

He sits down and I follow his lead. The atmosphere feels very stiff. I dread what he could do to me.

"First of all, I want to ask how you feel about your time in the devildom so far." His tone isn't harsh anymore.

I still feel intimidated by him.

"I enjoy it a lot here." I'm hesitant but honest.

He nods. "I'm glad then. Diavolo has scolded me for doing what I did and I realized that it was probably inconvenient for you."

I had no idea that Diavolo was standing up for me. It's very sweet. "It was certainly an experience but thanks to Diavolo and Barbatos' I have a lot of fun." I can't thank them enough if I'm honest.

"You are certainly one that adapts to whatever the devildom will throw at you. Despite that, I want to offer you to return to the human world. Diavolo said that it's the right thing to do." He seems to carefully choose his words.

I'm surprised to hear that. I didn't know that Diavolo was doing all of this for me. It wasn't easy for him for sure.

I take a moment to think about my old life in the human realm. How lonely I was, how empty everything felt. I was longing for something else. Some kind of connection.

"I wish to stay," I state clearly, without a single doubt.

The king nods. "I knew you would say that. I have indeed chosen well. I look forward to seeing you on my throne one day."

"I can't say that I'm very interested in the throne, but thank you." I try to say this politely.

"We will see. Regardless, I expect great things from you." He seems pretty pleased with himself.

"I'm wondering if there was any particular reason why you have chosen me?" This might be the only time I can ask him.

"Of course. I had a vision of you sitting on my throne." He says this so matter of fact that I can only stare at him in disbelief.

Now I can clearly see he is indeed related to Diavolo. Why was I ever scared of this man?

The king gives me a small chuckle. "I look forward to seeing you grow even more in the future. I'm sure you will exceed even my expectations."

Without letting me say anything else the king stands up and leaves.

He is truly an enigma.

I somehow feel relieved but also exhausted.

Before going back inside I decide to step outside just for a little bit. I feel the need to take a deep breath.

I find myself in the garden. It's dimly lit but I still can admire the stars. It's very beautiful, even though it's much different from the sky that I'm used to.

"Are you alright?" I hear Diavolos gentle voice and turn to him.

"Yeah, just taking a breath." I smile at him.

Diavolo nods and steps next to me.

"Did you decide to stay or to leave?" This question seems to burn him up. He doesn't even fully look at me.

"I will stay, of course, but thank you for allowing me to decide." As easy as my choice was, I'm happy that I had it this time.

Diavolo breathes out from relief. He finally faces me. "You know that you are stuck here for good now, right?" He seems to ask me if I'm sure of my choice.

"Before I came here I was all alone. I didn't miss anything at the time but ever since I came here I just felt more and more like a part of something good. I guess I was pretty lost in the human world but now I feel at home." I smile at Diavolo, hoping he will understand me.

He smiles gently at me."It's funny that I never even realized that I missed anything before you just showed up. Now I can't even imagine my life without you." He looks deeply into my eyes. My cheeks heat up. "Now where you stay I have something that I wish you to do. You see, my wish is for all the realms to become more friendly so I decided to make an exchange program. Students from all of the realms will soon arrive to study here. I want you to be a part of these students."

"Wait, you want me to become a student? Am I the right person for that?" I'm very surprised by his words.

"There is no better person than you. I can't even picture anyone else if I'm being honest. You already get along so well with the demon brothers and I just know everyone will love you." Diavolo smiles at me in his usual bright and shining way. He has made his mind up.

"I'm flattered but it's a big responsibility and does that mean the seven demon brothers are students too?" I still find it hard to wrap my head around it.

"There is no pressure. I want you to be a regular student. I understand that it's a big deal but I want you to love the devildom even more." Diavolo is so convinced by his idea that it's infectious.

"It's going to be a lot of work and studying right? I will have to suffer from Barbatos giving me lessons and from demons that want to eat me. The brothers will be a constant source of trouble." I smile and shake my head. "But there is nothing that I'd rather do." I end up agreeing to this frankly ridiculous idea. There is nothing better than this to support Diavolo and his dream.

Diavolo places a hand on mine. "Thank you so much for this. I won't be able to pay you back for this."

My cheeks are getting even hotter. "It's not a big deal. I'd do anything for you." I admit this, feeling a bit shy. I feel his hand holding mine tightly.

Diavolo smiles. "I feel the same way about you." Then he takes my other hand.

"There is one more thing I'd like to ask of you. As you demons can make pacts with humans and I wish to form a pact with you. This will put us as truly equal. So would you want to do this for me?" His words come with such ease and they are so tender. His gentle words almost make me cry.

I have no context for it but it feels so important. "I would be very happy to have a pact with you Diavolo." My voice is shaking with unknown emotions. I'm nearly overwhelmed by happiness.

Diavolo smiles so softly at me. I have never seen this smile on him before. "I'm truly glad that you are part of my life now."

Then something starts to happen, a feeling starts to overcome me. It's warm and powerful. I feel like my whole body is flooded by Diavolos aura. It's comforting.

I can feel that a part of myself is flowing into Diavolo.

Somehow I feel comfortable and fully at ease with myself. Somewhere on my body, I feel a warm circle forming, the proof of our pact.

Diavolo then lets go of my hands and the sensation is fully gone.

"Wow, that felt amazing." It truly was a great experience.

"It was truly amazing. I have never had a pact with a human before or with anyone for that matter." Diavolo says this so calmly that it's surprising.

"Am I really the right person?" This is a big surprise to me.

"Yes, first and possibly last. You should try to control me." Diavolo smiles calmly at me.

I'm still baffled by this revelation. "How do I do that?"

Diavolo shrugs. "I should have asked the demon brothers about this. We will figure it out but now I feel much more at ease."

"You are right, we are in it together after all." I smile at him.

He nods and then takes my hand once again. "Let's head inside before Barbatos searches for us."

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I just noticed that the MC has never seen Diavolo in his demon form. They are in for a surprise for sure.

If I write demon ruler 201, I need to add that somewhere.

Also, take this as revenge for not giving me Diavolo as my pact demon *yet*.

In demon ruler 201 there will definitely be a pact with Barbatos too.

[rottingflovver]

Hey don’t stress yourself too much over this but is it alright if you can do the whole Angel of decay bois with a shy introverted s/o or just nikolai if that’s okay with you thanks! :) ❤️

Waahhh you're so sweet!! Of course it's okay with me, it's such a cute request waaa

I'll do my best!! 💪('ω'💪)

Since he himself is quite the introvert, it's a real wonder how you two even ended up together

He'd rather never leave his house, only when it's required for missions

Yet you're somehow together, despite the odds! And he'd have it no other way

Most of your conversations happen over text

He's surprisingly talkative if it's in written form! He could almost be an author! heh heh

Since he doesn't sleep, expect random 4 am messages from him that make absolutely no sense

It's a lot of rambling and venting about his job, and most of the time he'll stop himself halfway through like "why am I telling you this?"

Since he works a lot, actually seeing each other in person isn't all that common, unless you initiate it first

He's also not the most clingy, but he will check up on you from time to time (this doesn't mean he's not prone to jealousy though, because he very much is)

When the two of you are together, he won't hesitate to tease you about your shyness

To him, it's very cute

He likes your more reserved nature, as loud noises give him headaches

But spending time with you is nice in general, since it's a break from all the chaos and stress he usually faces

I'm picturing a lot of movie dates, or dates where you read together, quietly in each other's company

He's guaranteed to fall asleep on you once you get more comfortable with each other

He's the extroverted friend turned lover that your relatives would absolutely despise

At first he found your introversion humerus, silly even, thinking of it as an act you put on ― or maybe even a mockery to him

After observing you for a bit more, realizing that this is simply how you are, he started finding it more interesting than anything

He'll often call you "Dos 2.0"

In an endearing way of course

Still, at the start of your relationship, the teasing coming from him will be relentless

He still finds your shyness to be strange, after all

But as the two of you begin to grow closer to one another, Nikolai will start showing a side of himself that you never expected him to have

Instead of his usual cheerful, happy-go-lucky, insane nonsense persona, he'd be more quiet, at times seemingly sad as well

Like, picture this: you're sitting on a bed, quietly reading or scrolling through your phone, as a wild Nikolai plops down next to you. He doesn't say anything, he's not even paying attention to you, but he's simply...starring...vacantly starring into the far distance. Bewildered, you stare at him, only to receive a weak smile as he gets up, muttering a quiet "it's nothing", and leaving immediately

It would leave you completely and utterly confused

Just know that he needs a hug or two, and some alone time

The guilt he deals with is insane, he needs someone to listen to him

He's quite talkative over text as well, often using emoticons like ":)" ":0" ":D" ":((" ">:)" ">.<" and the like

Every sentence is ended with "!!!!!"

Also, be weary of any assassins coming your way. Since you've grown on him a lot, and he simply doesn't understand his feelings, so he's trying to "get rid of the brainwashing"

He'll come to terms with it eventually

Despite the confident exterior he puts on, on the inside, he's actually extremely anxious and stressed

So seeing your introverted nature, it's somehow relaxing to him, almost like an "ok" sign for him to be his true self

Even so, he's still anxious

Every move he makes causes him to use up all his courage, so if it ever fails he'll lock himself in his workroom out of embarrassment

You two are, essentially, the same in terms of shyness

Unlike those two ^ he'd never make fun or you or tease you for it, because honesty? He gets it

But despite all of that he'll always do his best at impressing you, without putting on a persona

He's just very soft in general, would treat you to a lot of dates

You ABSOLUTELY cannot know anything about his line of work, because despite how open he feels he can be with you ― he's not letting you get into any sort of danger

Keeping his actual job a secret is the only lie he'd ever tell

Also! He takes special interest in whatever you like at the moment, because of his curiosity and general fascination with the world

You could be looking at seal videos and he'd be like "oh my :0 what are those??"

Very wholesome very encouraging

[burning-omen]

Breaking the Rules Part 1

Peter Parker x Male!Mob boss!reader

Part 2

Summary:  After giving up hero work in 2025 Peter Parker had to find a new line of work. Now, after working with the mob 4 years he gets recognized. Not that he was actively seeking it out, it sorta just happened. Now he has to make a decision, does he want to climb the rankings and work with his boss or does he want to stick to being an unknown associate and stay at the bottom...

Warning: Murder mentioned, a little kidnapping

Word count: 3736

Not a day in his life did Peter think he’d actually miss hero work. He didn’t really care for saving people anymore. No, he gave up on that dream. Instead, he decided to do low level, but high paying, mob work. While it did go against his morals, he was poor and needed money. And you can’t make money from being a vigilante. 

Despite the eternal moral conflict this caused him, he still continued doing it. What was ‘it’? Well, It was mostly money laundering, debt collection and maybe, on an extremely bad day, a little bit of extreme bodily harm.

While the things he did, did haunt his dreams and cause night terrors.(Which caused Mary-Jane, not Michelle Jones she comes in later, to break up with him.) An unfortunate event which throws him even deeper into his work. 

His excessive workforce had made him a valuable associate. His superhuman abilities always made it easy from jobs to get done much faster than normal. 

You only noticed him after a rather small spike in money. It was unexpected, seeing as your last deal was made over a month ago. So a sudden spike, even a small one was confusing. 

After looking through a few files, a few being about 100, you found a very consistent name. Peter Parker. He’d been mentioned to you before but never in great detail. And now he was bringing in piles of money. It may not have been an extremely large amount but money was money. And for someone that was on the lowest level that you could be, he worked hard. 

You wanted to know more about him, not for any real or dire cause, you just wanted something to do in between deals. And he seemed to be the perfect thing for you to cast your interest on. 

Sending out Richard, your bodyguard, and two other associates that you hadn’t bothered to learn the name of was, what you thought, would be your best bet at bringing him in. But when only Richard and one of the associates return, telling you that they'd gotten their asses kicked and that Jimmy, the other associate had dropped dead in an alley on their way but that was proved to be untrue.

The other associate and, unfortunately, Richard seem to have magically showed up in a dumpster with their tongues cut out a few hours later. Can’t have either of them telling anyone about your new found interest in Peter. It’d make other low level associates think they’d have any kind of chance.

So, after a week of getting(now dead) people to stalk Peter and report back to you, you decided that now was the time to confront your latest fascination. His fighting skills and apparent superhuman abilities wouldn’t be a problem seeing as you were a mutant yourself. But that wasn’t common knowledge, not even in your closest circle of “friends”

You watched him from your black, completely unmarked car. It was rare that you drove but you rather not have someone else with you. 

He walked down the street in a sort of timid fashion. Checking each corner before turning it, speeding up when having to cross dark alleys. Soon he reached a large, dingy apartment complex. Quickly he climbed up the fire escape stairway and into a window on the seventh floor.

You parked your car in the extremely dark alley next to the apartment and made your way to the front entrance. There was a keypad that unlocked the door but the passcode was relatively easy to figure out seeing as 4, 5 and 0 were the only numbers that had no paint. You guessed it on your second try.

As soon as you entered you b-lined to the elevator, where an older woman stood, trying to hold all of her groceries together but struggling with the bags. 

Now, you may be a money laundering, murderous gambler but you weren’t an asshole.

You walked over to the woman, who was just barely holding her groceries together.

“Would you like some help?” 

It felt strange. The soft tone in your voice that hadn’t been used in years. You were so used to being mean and rough that showing this sort of basic kindness seemed foreign to you.

The woman turned around and smiled thankfully. “Please.”

You smiled back at her and grabbed the majority of the bags.

“Oh thank you, a nice young man usually helps me but I haven’t been able to find him..” she said, reaching for the elevator button.

“Which floor are you heading to?” You said as you stepped into the elevator behind her.

“The seventh floor, what about you?”

“What a coincidence, I was also heading there.”

She turned to you with a surprised look on her face.

“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.”

“Just visiting a friend.”

As you said, the elevator dinged and the door slid open.

“My apartment is just down here.”

She led you down a long hallway then to a crappily painted wooden door. 

You helped her bring the groceries inside, she thanked you and just before she closed the door you asked.

“Do you happen to know where Peter Parker is? He’s my friend but his apartment number has completely escaped my mind..”

She brightened up at the mention of Peter.

“Oh Peter, such a sweet man. He lives in 713, right down the hall.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You walked down the hallway, reading every number on the doors.

710

711

712

713

Here he was. Of course you could have just looked up where he lived but that could have been traced. And you decided not to leave any sort of footprints that would have led anyone to him.

You knocked on the wood slowly. Soon, you heard footsteps rushing to the door. A second later it swung open.

Oh, he’s so much more...nice looking when you are this close to him.

It was clear that he didn’t recognize you. Why would he? He’s just a low level associate, hardly even a member of the mob so of course he didn’t know you. But the concern in his face was clear, despite his futile attempts at masking it.

“H-hi..” he stuttered out.

Great going Parker, let the strange man in front of you know how intimidating he was.

“Peter Parker, it's nice to finally meet you.”

Peter looked up at you(yes up, always expect the reader to be tall.), the confusion and fear in his face evident.

“Who are you?” He asked in a shaky voice.

“That’s not important right now, what is important is that you are coming with me.”

The piece finally clicked in his head that you were somehow connected to the three men that had come a few days ago.

He tried to slam the door but it hardly moved and inch when you pushed your hand against it. You could feel how hard he tried, if he didn’t stop he’d break the door.

Once the realization of ‘oh shit he’s strong’ hit he panicked. Scrambling away as fast as he could. Only to trip over himself and nearly hit his head on the coffee table.

He stood up, but before he could get any farther he was pinned against the wall with both hands held above his head. He pushed against your hands but you didn’t budge.

Peter panicked, his strength is what normally got him out of situations like this. But he never expected for this to happen with someone stronger than him.

“Will you calm down, I only want to talk.”

Peter gulped and nodded, attempting and primarily failing to calm himself.

“Listen, your recent work has caught my attention and so has your impressive fighting abilities. Not the ones you showed me tonight, no. It's clear that you're exhausted. What I’m talking about is how you kicked an employee of mine once and he died a few minutes later..”

Without even attempting to process the fact that he’d drop kicked somebody to death, he attempted to whimper out, “I’m sorry-“ but was cut off by you.

“I’m not here to take an apology from you. What I need is for you to come with me.”

The panic in his face became clearer and clearer as he tried to somehow pull himself away from you.

“Stop struggling, it's only going to make this more difficult..”

He shook his head and tried to twist his hands out of yours. He failed but that didn’t stop him from trying to kick you away.

He landed a few good kicks, which really only succeeded in leaving dirty footprints on your pants and pissing you off.

“Will you stop already, this isn’t doing anything..”

“Let me go!” He shouted, still kicking and squirming.

“I’ll let you go if you calm the fuck down!”

He stopped for a moment and stared at you.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Now will you stop. I only wanted to talk, just not in such an exposed area.”

You only wanted to talk. The words did calm Peter down a bit, but the thought that you could be lying kept him on edge.

“Okay…”

Peter stopped fighting against your hands, letting his arms go limp, the only thing still holding him up there was you. He tried to even out his breath as much as he could, staring into your eyes he’d finally relaxed.

“Fucking finally. I’m going to let go now. Promise you’ll behave.”

“I-I promise..”

“Good,” you said, finally letting him go.

You both stood there for a moment, both making sure that the other wouldn’t make any moves.

After a few seconds you sighed. Standing there staring at each other wasn’t going to do much but piss you off even more.

“Alright, let’s go.” 

You turned around and walked out the front door. Peter followed after you, nearly tripping again as he caught up with you.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

“I’ll tell you about it when we get there.”

“‘There’? Where are we going?”

“My office, it isn’t too far from here..”

“O-okay..”

By the time the two of you had gotten to your car Peter had a million questions. Most of them along the lines of ‘who is this and where is he taking me?’

You made Peter sit in the back, you’d rather not have the risk of him jumping out of the car and the child safety locks in the back seat doors prevented that. About 5 minutes into the drive Peter began to realize how similar the drive to your office and the way he walked to ‘work’ were.

“So, um, where is your office?”

“You’ll see...”

There really was no point to keeping it a secret but the look in Peter's face when he realized where he was was worth it.

“Wait, I-“

“-Work here? Yes I know. Now let’s go.”

You got out and opened the door for him to get out too. He still had the most confused and nervous look on his face.

Walking past the giant room where most associates where assigned things to do for the day he saw the people he’d worked with and the people that told him to never go up the flight of stairs that you were currently dragging him up. Up there was different from the rest of the building. It was nicer and more expensive looking. It’s where the higher up people got their ‘assignments’. He was told very specifically and graphically what happens to low level associates who went up there. And now here he was, standing at the top of the stairs as you dragged him farther onto the second floor. 

Then you took him to the third floor, and then the fourth. Peter never heard much about anything above the second floor, just that only four people were allowed on the fifth. Apparently you were one of those four people because the heavily armed guards didn’t bat an eye when you went up with him behind you.

The fifth floor was completely empty but decorated just as the three floors below were.

“Not many people get to see this, so consider yourself lucky.”

Peter, whose mind was running a million miles per second in a confused jumble of ‘what the fuck is going on, didn’t give a legible response. Only a jumble of confused sounds.

You laughed at him, then grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him along.

“Let’s go, my office is on the next floor.”

Now Peter's head was spinning because he’s pretty damn sure that there were only 5 floors in this building. But he stood corrected as they came upon another, shorter flight of stairs.

This floor was different. It was still decorated with expensive looking items but unlike the floors below it looked like the color had been drained out of it. It was filled with slick black and silver.. well, everything. There was hardly any color in the room other than the white curtains that hung up on the window.

Peter didn’t get much time to look around as you pulled him into a large office and pushed him into a chair.

This room had a little more color, along with the black there was red and instead of silver there was gold. It reminded him of his past hero work but he shook it off and stared at you.

You’d noticed he’d been distracted for the majority of the way to your office. Most of his distractedness was accompanied by muttering in babbling where the most legible thing he said was “holy shit”.

You walked around the desk near the large window in the back and pulled out the chair behind it. Peter sat on the other side, looking nervous as all hell.

“I’m going to skip the intimidation thing because you're already relatively scared.”

Peter shook his head. “I’m not-“

“Peter, scaring people is what I do for a living. I’m sure that I know when someone’s scared.”

He didn’t say anything after that.

“So,” you grabbed the slim file off of your desk and slid it over to him. “Do you see that slight raise in money?”

Peter stares at the folder for a moment before timidly reaching up and grabbing. When he opened it he saw a piece of paper with dates and cash amount. One was circled in red ink with the words ‘sudden raise but no deal’ written under it. Next to that was a date, ‘September 2, 2029’. That was one of the days that Peter had to work, but having gotten little to no sleep the previous night he just wanted to hurry up and get his job done. He sped through his work but still had to wait tables at the mob casino. So he chugged a shit ton of coffee and got back to work. Throwing out people who clearly weren’t getting them any money and letting in people who were clearly big betters. Which caused a very sudden boost in money. Maybe not a big one in the collective records but it was big enough for him to be forced to take more shifts due to his work ethic. Which was mostly just ‘kick anyone who bet less that 5,000 dollars out’. While most other associates gave them a while to ‘warm up’ he just gave them the boot the moment they went lower than 5,000.

At the bottom of the page it said his name and the date of the small boast.

Looking back up at you he closed the folder and sat it back on the table.

“Is this what you wanted to talk about?”

“Yes, it is. You see, most people at your level tend to do the bare minimum when working, which is fine. Most of them aren’t really doing any important work. But you somehow went above and beyond at one of my smallest casinos and managed to make a raise in money that went onto my charts is just...astounding.”

“I still don’t understa- wait, did you say it was your casino?”

The very sudden and obvious realization that he was talking to his boss. Actually no, his boss was some middle man named Felix, you were basically his bosses, boss. No, you were basically his bosses fucking god.

“Oh..oh no…”

He shrunk down in his seat, pushing the seat back a bit.

“Is something wrong, Peter?” You said, the smirk obvious in your voice.

“...I’m an idiot.” He mumbled to himself.

“I have several documents that say otherwise.”

He straightened up in his seat and tried to steady himself after getting the shock of a lifetime(it wasn’t really that shocking but Peters kind of a dumbass..).

“So what exactly do you want from me?”

“Well,” you stood from the chair and walked around to the front of the desk then leaned on it, placing both of your hands by your side to balance you. “Running small casinos, hell, even owning huge casinos isn’t what I do primarily. That’s just something for my low level people to do while I run more...illegal type games.”

Peter tried his hardest to come up with a way that this included him.

“You see, I’ve been looking for a new bouncer for these games, but you can’t just hire anyone to be a bouncer for those types of games. Some of the most influential people in the world attended these games and they bet a lot more important things than money. But you can’t just throw people like that out when they make a bad bet, not when they're paying someone to kill you if you did. My last guy, Michael, had been with me for 9 years. Since the very beginning of these games. He died a few months back.”

Before Peter could give his condolences you held up your hand, stopping him.

“I don’t need your sympathy, what I do need is your work ethic. When I saw that spike in money from that night I sent out some people to spy on you. It was an invasion of your privacy, I know, but I just had to know which little newbie was bringing in all of that money.”

You leaned down, holding both of Peter’s wrists down to the arm rest(for dramatic effect). Feeling the panic from earlier rise in him again Peter tried to push you away but to no avail.

“In short, I need you to work for me. Well, more than you already do now. There aren’t many people like you who are willing to work for people like me, Peter..”

“Y-you mean like us?”

You only raised an eyebrow at him, a simple way of telling him to continue.

“W-what I mean is that you have to be ridiculously strong to hold me down with hardly any strain. So people like us normally aren’t willing to work for people like you..” 

It was only after he’d said that did he realized that he was going to start rambling soon, so he decided to stop there.

You stared at him for a moment, most people would rather not put themselves in the same category as you. But he’d done it willingly and rather loudly, you might add. You leaned back, letting go of his wrist and crossing your arm.

“I like you Peter. You’re...interesting to say the least..”

Peter’s cheeks flushed red and he smiled nervously.

“I..um, thank you?”

You smirked down at him, watching him fumble with his fingers and tug at the end of his shirt softly.

“So about my offer. I’ll let you sleep on it, you can tell me whether or not you want the job tomorrow.”

Peter nodded with a small smile.

“Thank you..”

“Not a problem, is rather not have you make this decision as tired as you are. come on, let me drive you home.”

You took Peter back down 5 flights of stairs and back to the car you’d brought him here in. Letting him sit in the front this time you drove off. 

Half way through the drive Peter dozed off, it may not have been the best thing to do around someone who definitely has more than a few kills under his belt but he was passed exhausted and really needed to rest. The last thing he saw before falling to sleep was the dark road ahead of them.

By the time you made it back to Peter’s apartments police surrounded the place. Dozens of cops all standing guard, waiting for someone to come out.

“Hey!”

You looked to see where the voice came from only to see a cop no to far away from your car.

“There's been a shooting, you need to leave.”

You decided to comply, you’d rather not have the cop come any closer to you than he already was. You were a wanted man after all.

So, you turned around, driving in the opposite direction.

Nearly an hour later you arrived at one of your less impressive houses, but you only needed a place to let Peter sleep for the night.

You tried to wake him but every time he just fell right back to sleep. You groaned as you got out of the car and walked to the passenger side. Slinging the door open you picked up Peter’s sleeping form, he immediately laid his face on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your neck.

You sighed, “the things I do for my employees..”

You held onto Peter with one arm as you unlocked the door and walked in. You already have the layout of this house memorized so you didn’t need to turn on a light.

You carried him up the stairs and to a guest room, laying him down on the bed then pulling the cover over him. He snuggled more into the bed before settling, snoring softly.

You tried to push away the thoughts of how cute he was. He looked so soft and peaceful like this.

You took a deep breath and shook the thought from your head. “Keep it professional Y/n…” you mumbled to yourself before leaving the room.

You settled down in your own bedroom, hanging your coat and tie up by the door before drifting off to sleep.

[ask-hunterxhunter]

How would the adult trio handle their s/o having post partum depression after giving birth?

Hisoka

Hisoka wouldn’t know exactly how to act when first noticing there’s something with you (which would be soon, giving his perceptive nature) because it’s likely that he has no clue of what is going on. Yes, he may be good at reading people’s emotional states, but this is more connected to his fighting skills. Even if it isn’t the case with you, well, it doesn’t mean he can understand what the problem is with no basis or information, per say. He is perceptive, not a mind reader. Likely, he’ll first consider this one of those “woman things”, maybe an effect of giving birth or of the months you spent carrying the baby…

An idea he’ll soon put aside. Many times, people may not realize at all that someone they live with is suffering from depression. Hisoka? Possible, but doubtful. And yes, living with someone who is depressive(no matter the sort) might be complicated and Hisoka will be frustrated,but more because he’s sensing that there is something wrong, something is harming you and he can’t figure out exactly what it is.

 While there is the chance Hisoka will figure it out by himself (especially if he heard about post-partum depression, like while you were pregnant), if he doesn’t, then he will either try being subtle whenasking about it and, if that fails, he will be way more direct (read: Sitting with you, looking you in the eyes, and asking what is happening). If you can’t answer (because even you isn’t sure of how to explain it) or don’t want to, Hisoka will have two reactions: Doing some research himself or dragging you to a doctor (the first option seems preferable to Mr.I-Can-Deal-With-Everything-By-Myself-Because-I’m-A-Lone-Wolf, but the moment he figures things out, well, fine, he will get his coat. Hisoka isn’t dumb enough to dismiss something so serious like that).

 However things go, it remains that Hisoka won’t just sit back and watch your condition get worse, though. Anyone else, he wouldn’t give a damn, but we’re talking about you, someone (perhaps the only one) Hisoka loves. Maybe he isn’t the best when it comes down to taking care of someone else or offering the necessary support this condition demands, but hell if he won’t do his best. Surprisingly, due to Hisoka’s view that it’s only “the two of you” (and the baby now) and how perceptive he can be (well,now that he knows what is happening), his actions would really show he’s therefor you. It’s not in his nature to ignore facts, so he won’t act as if the depression will just heal itself or go away.

 Would he be perfect in this situation? No, because no one is. But he would try, enough so most people would actually be shocked,considering Hisoka is… Well… Hisoka.

 Illumi

 Look, Illumi is not a great person when it comes to matters of the heart, so his ignorance may make him seem cold towards the issue. He might notice that you’re depressed (or at least, that something strange is going on, depending on how you act), but even if he does, well, it will be one of those times when his sort of logic doesn’t help the situation: The baby is healthy, you’re together, everything is fine… So what reason could you have to be sad? He may even say something insensitive, but it’s not out of malice (not that it helps): It’s pure ignorance.

 That doesn’t mean Illumi will keep this behavior once he notices you seem to be having bad days lately (or things get bad enough that it ends up being noticeable even to him). Offering comfort is not his strong suit, but he will try to discover what is going on and how he should help you. He may take you to the doctor, believing that you caught some illness (well, one might say that you did).

 Another possible scenario is that his mother might see what is going on (or anyone else who knows about post-partum depression) and tell him, as this isn’t a matter of “weakness” of any kind and not something a person just “gets over with”. A brief explanation will be enough for Illumi to do some research of his own.

 In this case, whether he will talk to you about i tor not will depend on your personality, but again, this is Illumi we’re talking about it, so it’s hard to say how much this may help or not. He will, however, try to help you on his own first, even if he’s a little unsure of how to do it (again,matters of the heart are not his strong suit) so he may try asking his mother for some advice. However it goes, he will try to be more understanding of the issue. He may do things that tend to cheer you up, perhaps leave the baby with his parents one night so you two can have a romantic dinner, things like that.

 If Illumi notices it doesn’t seem to be helping,then he will take you to a doctor (in this case, he didn’t do it right away mostly because he believed he could help you by himself).

Chrollo

Chrollo might be the one most likely to notice whatis going on, for several reasons. First off, he would probably read a lot aboutpregnancy (due to his lifestyle, he would want to be prepared for any eventuality,especially if something happened while he couldn’t take you to a doctor, thoughhe would do his best so that wouldn’t happen), perhaps even getting some helpfrom Macchi and Pakunoda at times (like when you start to get cravings and hehas absolutely no idea if it’s normal for you to suddenly want to mix ice creamand French fries) while you’re expecting.  

 Hell, considering the conditions of Meteor City, Iwouldn’t be surprised if a few mothers there suffer from post-partum depression,so the city has a better awareness of it.

 As such, he may at least be aware of the symptoms. Youmay have discussed this while you were pregnant as well (again, just to besafe). All of this may make Chrollo a little better prepared and more attentiveto the signs than Hisoka or Illumi. You may not tell him at first (it doesn’tmatter if it’s your husband, friends, or family, it’s not always easy to talkabout depression. At times, the person may not even notice it right away theyhave it), but Chrollo has not got where he is without being observant. Yes,like with Hisoka and Illumi, depending on how exactly things happen, he may notnotice right away but he will soon.

 He is likely to talk with you as soon as he feelsthere is something wrong, while also thinking about what he may do to help you.Yes, he probably read about it as well, but in the end, it’s one thing to readand talk about something like depression, dealing with it in real life isanother.

 He would already have made preparations to lay lowfor a while, as he would want to be with you during those first months (no onewho ever fought Chrollo would believe their eyes when seeing him playing withthe baby, trust me), so he would dedicate this time to you and the baby, which mayhelp with dealing with the depression. Now, living with someone who suffers fromdepression is not always easy, but Chrollo would try to do whatever he could soyou two would get through it.

[kanesthirstblog]

NSFW ALPHABET: ABE HARUAKI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Requires lots of aftercare but also wants to take care of you. Very clingly, like, will latch onto you and cuddle you for the rest of the night clingy. You should probably give him some reassurance or comfort, he seems like the type to stress about whether or not he was any good to you once the fun is over.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hmmm... Totally the sappy kinda guy who tells you he loves all of your body and thinks it's beautiful and 100% means every praise he sings you about it. He loves everything about you from your soft hair to the tips of your toes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

God. Just imagining him sprawled out on any surface with an exhausted yet dopey look in his eyes, covered in his own cum (and/or yours of course!) after a few rounds of sex really makes me feel satisfied. Really can't explain this one

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly a bit of a masochist but also scared of being hurt so he never asks even if he really wants to.

Also secretly owns a couple erotic novels he used as "research" when you first brought up wanting a sexual relationship. Since you are his first, he would want to see how he's supposed to act in that scenenrio so he could please you properly. (But damn was he shocked when you wanted to be the dominant one. That wasn't in his books.) Haruaki learns the importance of communication that day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dudes a canon virgin y'all. This also excites me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Secretly loves it when he's on his back so he can see your face as you ride him or peg him. He just thinks you're the prettiest person he's evermet and loves watching you even as you tease or toy with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a sappy guy. Would probably look at you like a puppy who sees someone they really love. Besides that he's have that dopey look like he's never been happier than he is in that moment, smiling up at you.

Once you've had sex a couple times he might start opening up more, cracking jokes and asking shy requests from you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yup. Makes sure he's nice and clean especially

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He really tries hard to be romantic but he has 0 experience in this area and often fumbles his way through it by trying to be sweet and make you feel good. Very bad at saying romantic things and would probably give up after a bit before he dies from embarassment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I actually think he'd barely masturbate if he did at all. This is partly because I actually have an asexual headcanon for him and partly cause in canon he seems really put off by sexual things if not being outright afraid of them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Contrary to some of the fandom headcanons, I don't really imagine the sailor uniform thing as a kink. It just seems like a typical fixation or something that gets played up for laughs to a strange degree. But maybe thats my ADHD dumbass brain projecting my ADHD onto a fave. (Off topic but him knowing everything about sailor uniforms, from design to creation, being able to make them himself, getting happy any time he sees one, ect. Are headcanons I have because his weird fixation with them reminds me of my fixation on rocks, mushrooms, and jewelry.)

HOWEVER

Praise kink. Body worship. He'd love to be pet gently while you tell him how pretty he is. How you love his soft hair or his long legs or slender form as you lightly trail you fingertips down his body or card fingers through his hair. And he would do the same for you too.

Might at least try pegging, and then realizes he actually likes it when you hold him down and pound his ass.

Would be too embarrassed and a bit scared to bring this up but actually likes the idea being treated roughly. If you could pull at his hair and bite him even a little bit he'd practically melt in your hands.

Might try bondage if it's light. Soft hand cuffs or silk ropes are the way to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. Anywhere is fine as long as its at home

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fastest way is probably being physical with him or just stripping for him. He gets embarassed and tries to hide but you know he's aroused, you can feel it when you sit on his lap.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'd probably not be okay with having more than one partner. You might frighten him if he starts feeling like you guys are ganging up on him.

Public/semi-public sex is a no go. Especially since he is a teacher, he wouldn't risk his job on the off chance you both get caught.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he actually might no be very into oral at first. But will give or recieve though you may have to hear some complaint about it being kind of unsanitary or something. He's also kinda bad a giving oral but what did you expect? He's a virgin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Personally prefers the slow and sensual kinda sex but you set the pace regardless so ultimately it's up to you. He won't be turned into a stuttering mess right away if you guys take it slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alright with it as long as it stays private. You'll be the only one asking for these but try to get him in the morning before he leaves for work so you can corner him against a counter. Its best when his back is turned so you can grab his hair and lick along his throat, nipping here and there. He'd shiver in your arms as you trail a hand down to undo his pants

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as it isn't a risk to him (would probably be too scared to try knifeplay) or job (no public/semi-public sex) you could probably talk him into it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hmmm... Depends I guess. I feel like he might only be active for a round or maybe 2 before he starts slowing down. You could still pound the guy into the mattress but he'll have those half lidded doe eyes cloudy with exhaustion. He'd wrap his arms around you loosely as if you'll help ground him to the waking world and try to hold you closer to him.

At that point you should definitely ask a few times before you start another round to make sure he's okay and reassure him that it's alright to stop now. Strikes me as someone who could easily fall into a place where he'd hide his desire to stop just so you can use him for your own fun since it makes you happy. That could be kinda bad for his mental health.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You'd be the one with all the toys tbh. But you can sure as hell use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not much of a tease but if he's feeling playful, he might play up the innocent look of his. He really is a pretty innocent guy actually, but he knows you love that sweet look he's got to him and he will use it on you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So damn loud. This guy would moan and beg loudly, scream your name and plead for mercy, for relief as you all but eat him alive. Might even cry and whine and beg. Oh, but he tries to be quiet so he doesn't risk disturbing anyone. He'd purse his lips and turn away from you while you play with his body in an attempt to stay quiet but he always gives in quickly. It's easy to turn this guy into a whimpering, begging mess no matter how many times you do this.

You'll know when he's tired because he will be unable to make much noise besides low pants and gasps. Probably best to wrap things up at that point before ya fuck him unconcious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a few actually.

-Has a hard time saying no to you. He's a bit cowardly and overthinks and he would be afraid to lose a first relationship. This is potentially hazardous to his mental health because he might say "yes" to something he doesn't want for fear of losing you. Consent is important though so even if it's difficult at first, keep checking to make sure he's alright.

-I actually headcanon him as a sex indifferent asexual. He can 100% live with sex or without it. Doesn't matter to him, though he's terrified of trying it for the first time.

-The first time you tried to get him in bed, you pinned him to a wall and he was terrified because he thought you were trying to shake him down or harass him. (Well, the latter part was true but not the way he expected.) And then you kissed him and he straight up broke, wrapped himself in blankets and hid under the futon for the rest of the day. Disappointing? Sure, but damn was it cute.

-I'm actually caught up on how he would take to dirty talk tbh since a lot of it I've seen or heard involves some form or another of calling your partner a slut or whatever. Seems to be popular. On one hand if he's secretly a masochist, he might be into it. But on the other, he also seems like he might take anything you say to him to heart and beat himself up over it and would ultimately not like it. Also probably would not be comfortable if he did the dirty talking and assuming he manages to make it through the night without apologizing to you for everything he says, then you'll hear it when you finish.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mandragora patterned briefs. You cannot change my mind on this one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very, so he's pretty chill about it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much you exhausted him but it usually doesn't take that long.

Bonus:

Some more cute Haruaki.

[sinful-imagines]

Hello! Id like to request a Pt3 Jotaro, DIO, Kakoyin, and Bucci Gang hc to a s/o that is really sweet and goofy that likes to give hugs kisses all that good physical affection but when in battle gets real savage, fierce and strong

Okay so confession time I actually skipped part 3 so the first three might not be the best but I tried! Also I know I say this for like every request but this one was really fun to write! Also it’s good to do some cute sfw stuff every once in a while

Jotaro (3)

Will smile widely once he sees that you’re amazing at fighting

If anyone points it out he’ll immediately go back to having a neutral expression

Is really, really happy that you ended up being strong in battle

Practically nobody expected Jotaro to be dating someone that is as sweet and affectionate as you are so he’s glad to now be able to say that you’re a badass fighter

Jotaro’s not very good at showing his affection or feelings so once you’re done he’ll usually mumble a “good job.” Or something similar

Kakyoin

Is really proud of you for being so strong

Doesn’t want to admit it but really thought that you’d be weak and would need protection

But he’s incredibly relieved that wasn’t the case

Actually he finds himself being the one who needs help from you from time to time

Once you’re done with a fight he’ll rest his head on your shoulders and give you a peck on the cheek

“You did great, I’m proud of you.”

DIO

Wasn’t completely sure how strong you would be. Though he made sure to see you fight early in your relationship because it’s important to him

He would consider ending the relationship if you weren’t very strong because he feels that the all powerful DIO can’t have a significant other that’s weak and helpless

Will shower you in compliments once you’re done. Though these ‘compliments’ usually consist of dirty talk and calling you good girl/boy/person

Will definitely start to train you and your Stand to be even stronger and more fierce

Narancia

He’s sooo happy!!

The first time he sees you battle he’s like :0

He’s smiling like a dork the entire time he watches you fight even though he’s supposed to be fighting too but he can’t help himself

Once you’re done with a fight he’ll just kinda cling to you and nuzzle into your neck until you force him to get off

Will also constantly praise you for every fight you’re in because he’s just so happy and proud of you

He’ll also brag about it constantly

“Mista, did you see that? They killed all those people all by themselves! And they’re my S/O!”

Mista

His first reaction is just like “shit, that’s good.”

Both him and the pistols are impressed

The pistols will come out on their own and just start gushing to you and your Stand after a fight. It makes Mista really flustered and takes him a while to get them back in the gun

Once that’s resolved he’ll start to give you a bunch of compliments on how well you did

Although eventually the compliments on your fighting just turn into him gushing about how cute and strong you are

He’ll try his best to find a way to combine your strengths when fighting together

Bruno

He’ll smile widely upon seeing you fight for the first time

It takes a lot to wipe that smile off his face

Even though he knows it’s not true he can’t help but feel somewhat responsible for how strong you are

He’s also relieved that he picked you to join the gang

Once you’re done he’ll start to have a serious discussion with you about your strengths and how you could use them to your advantage

After that he’ll probably hold your hand or kiss your cheek

Giorno

Will also smile upon seeing your first fight

He was going to step into help but quickly realized that you didn’t need it

Was worried that you wouldn’t be very good at fighting but was glad when he was proven wrong

He never fully looks at you the same way

Like when you’re being all affectionate and cute he’ll remember that you’re a badass that could probably kick his ass easily

That only makes him love you more

Can’t help but try and cuddle with you after every fight. He’ll get you as close as possible without one of the gang yelling about how it was gross and just kinda keep you there for a while

“You were amazing out there, I love you so much.”

Abbacchio

Is usually being teased by Narancia and Mista because your personalities are so different so one of the first things he does is rub in their faces that you’re a badass

He actually feels his attraction towards you significantly grow once he sees how strong and good at fighting you are

Isn’t usually very affectionate but every once in a while after a particularly tough battle he’ll hold your hand or something similar

He also isn’t the best with compliments but will try his absolute hardest to give you genuine compliments after a fight

It doesn’t really work a lot of the time but you know he means well

Fugo

Is a little shocked at first

But quickly finds himself happy and a little bit flustered on how well you’re doing

Especially if your moves are well calculated and strategic rather than just bashing things aimlessly

He’ll let you touch him as much as you want without objecting and will also try and show affection himself despite usually being nervous and awkward about stuff like that

Finds himself just in overall good mood, which is strange because he thought he’d be on edge from the possibility of you getting hurt

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Okay, get this: a new lov member who’s really awkward and shy. Everyone thinks she’s just a normal gal but it turns out she’s absolutely out of her mind? /sigh/ I don’t even know anymore 😔 rip. I’m so bad at requesting it should be my new party trick. Anyways, I hope you have a good day and I love your writing!!

Ahh thank you! :) I’m not sure if you wanted this to be cute or disturbing so I went with the latter because nothing I’ve posted so far is dark themed (all my stuff is like, fluff haha)! :0 Let’s get some well rounded writing up in here! 

New LOV member who’s secretly insane

Warnings: DARK THEMES that include but are not limited to: Blood, dead animals, disturbing images, cannibalism, death, hearing voices, sadism/masochism, violence, mentions of self-harm etc. etc. You get the picture. 

^^^Don’t read if you’re sensitive to similar topics. I went ham on this, yall. 

Disclaimer: The reader depicted in this is chronically insane and is an extreme case. This is in no way a depiction of a person with a mental disorder. I don’t want to spread any misinformation, most people with mental disorders are lovely people and are not crazy/dangerous in anyway

Under the cut vvv

Tomura Shigaraki:

Look, he wasn’t a fan of the whole awkward-shy act, but hey, you were pretty hot and you had a quirk that the League definitely needed

So he let you in, figuring he’d just need to have that timid attitude of yours whipped out of you

But OH. It didn’t take long for him to realize you were completely bonkers. 

Dabi was giving you shit like he did everyone, and all it took was a poor comment on his part for your usually pleasant expression to contort into one of malice and...joy? The way your face darkened and your eyes swirled with an unhinged gleam… 

Maybe you’d be more interesting than he initially thought~ plus, seeing you threaten Dabi was definitely some brownie points in Tomura’s book

At times it gets frustrating because you can get out of hand, and he honestly couldn’t even handle the League WITHOUT another crazy added in the mix

But you were powerful and an important addition to the team, so you were stuck with this sorry lot whether you liked it or not

Kurogiri:

He was a little surprised, but pleasantly so, when Tomura recruited you for the League. You were actually...rather normal compared to the rest of the bunch, but he was far from complaining!

You were also modest and well-mannered, and Kurogiri especially admired that. The rest of the League was full of squabbling hotheads, so you were a breath of fresh air!

At the bar, he’d talk a lot with you seeing as you were one of the calmer villains, but overtime he noticed that certain comments would raise a few red flags. 

One day you bring in the mangled body of a cat and...oh. 

The way you casually set it on the bar counter and grin at Kurogiri happily while you ask for a kiddy cocktail… all the while your hands were still soaked in its blood.

Tomura’s decision made a bit more sense now. You were completely off your rocker! He treats you pretty much the same as before, but is usually the one who has to reel you in when you start to show your crazy too much. 

Dabi:

When you first joined the League, he couldn’t believe it. Was Tomura fucking stupid? How could a shy, pretty thing like you possibly fit in with the baddest villain organization?

Needless to say, he was kind of an asshole to you. He’d make rude comments, blatantly say you didn’t belong here, condescendingly give you names like “princess” 

For the most part you would bear it all with a grin, and though he didn’t exactly understand you reaction, he would scoff and roll his eyes. “Weirdo”

One day he happens to strike a particularly strong chord with you, and suddenly you’ve shoved him against a wall, hands wrapped around his throat

You choking him wasn’t what off put him. It was the demented look in your eyes and the lopsided grin overwhelming your face. You were practically begging him to insult you again.

“It feels soooo good when you call me names!” you giggle, fingers squeezing into his neck. “Maybe you can choke me next?!” Your eyes were excited at the sadistic thought. 

He shoves you off rather easily after he gets over his initial surprise, rubbing his neck. “Crazy bitch…”

The fact that he didn’t ignite your crazy ass on the spot means you’d gained his respect, if in the slightest. Clearly you’re a better fit to be a villain than he thought. He still picks on you, but significantly less.

Himiko Toga:

She was excited to have another girl! She flocked straight to you and grabbed your sleeve right away!

“Aiiya! You’re so cute, look at you!” She poked your cheeks and you got a little flustered under the attention. She thinks you’re so shy and adorable!!!!

She makes it her mission to become your bestest best friend! But she can’t help but get a little excited from time to time.

“(Y/n), you’re too cute! Please, can I cut you up!? Just a few slices here and there! You’d look ten times cuter if I do!” And she’s grinning.

Her grin completely falters, however, when you agree. “W-What?” she didn’t expect it at all! She was used to getting brushed off.

But no...the crazed look in your eye at the mention of spilled blood… you were practically dripping with insanity. 

Kurogiri stopped the both of you before you both had the chance to completely slice each other up, but from that moment on your were pretty much conjoined at the hip.

Crazy cuties flock together

Spinner:

When a cute, shy thing like yourself joined the League, he was a total flustered mess! You were absolutely adorable!

Like Kurogiri, you were a breath of fresh air, a nice change of pace to the usually colorful bunch that he got to hang around with.

You were nice to him, and he always gets embarrassed when you compliment him! So naturally he assumes that you’re the sweetheart of the bunch! 

You’re talking, and finally Spinner outright asks you, “How’d you even get roped into villainy?” because it blows his mind such a normie like you are in the League

And, very casually and chipper, you describe how you murdered your family in cold blood. They hadn’t even done anything to upset you. You just wanted to. 

“O-Oh.” He honestly didn’t know what to say...but he didn’t really get a chance to speak as you suddenly pull a necklace out from under your shirt. It was a strange looking thing, a shriveled black lump on a string. 

“Look! I even carry a piece of them around with me!” His eyes widen, and you just giggle and tuck the petrified piece of corpse jewelry back into your shirt. 

Twice:

Needless to say, Twice had some mixed feelings about you when you first joined the League.

“What the hell is such a prude bitch doing in the League?” “Aww how cute! Finally a fresh face! Happy to meet you!” 

He’s honestly probably the first to realize you’re absolutely batshit because he’s always half doubting your sincerity

Let’s just say he isn’t surprised when you’re on a mission and you start gnawing and eating at a fresh corpse on the ground

“Wow, that’s fucking bad ass” “Ew!!! That’s disgusting, what the fuck!” 

And hearing his voices go back and forth, you just look up, blood smeared across your face, a strange gleam in your eye and you grin!

“Hahaha! Twice, you always say the funniest things!!!”

After the mission he tries to avoid you as much as he can. Though your quirk and tenacity was something the League definitely benefited from, that didn’t mean he wanted to be anywhere near you after the shit he saw that night

You were fucking wild

Mr. Compress

After Shigaraki let you into the League, he was pretty interested in you. You seemed pretty average and you acted like a timid civilian, so what kind of quirk did you have? Surely something must have caught Tomura’s eye that he wasn’t seeing.

So he, being the man of charisma and mystery that he was, made it his secret motive to find out what you were hiding. 

He took it upon himself to show you around the hideout as your own personal guide. Not that you were complaining! Compress is so flashy and entertaining that you were actually enjoying your time with him.

Not gonna lie, he was acting a little too charming and over-confident with you, trying to get you to slip up and spill a secret

And spill you did! Though not intentionally. It sort of all happened at once. Compress was moving ahead of you and all of a sudden he was thrown back against the wall.

He hits it with a grunt and slides down to the floor, looking up at you with a stunned expression. What the fuck did he do to merit that?!

But you weren’t even looking at him. No, you were whispering under your breath, staring at the ceiling and grinning like a madman. 

“You’re right! That was fun!” you spoke to the empty room, pausing a moment before letting out a loud, crazy laugh. “You always were good at jokes!” 

Slowly he rose and moved away from the room where you stood conversing with your imaginary voices. 

Telekinesis was a pretty powerful quirk! Though it seemed your perks also came with some hefty flaws… very interesting!

Magne: 

Magne was so excited to have another girl in the League! She loved Toga, of course, but at times Magne found her to be a bit...much 

So when you first arrived, seemingly normal, she was so ecstatic! She wanted to do all sorts of girl things with you that she couldn’t really do often in the boy-dominated League

You were so cute and timid, she couldn’t help but want to have a girl’s sleepover with you and Toga!

Your true colors started to show, however, during the middle of a truth or dare game. Magne had asked you what your favorite crime to commit was, expecting something calmer like robbery or identity theft 

Color her surprised when your face contorts into the craziest, most terrifying look as you narrate a violent murder and proceed to grab a pillow and rip it to shreds with your hands as a ‘demonstration’. 

Cute AND violently psycho. She can roll with that.

[lilikags]

Meraki (greek) - to do something with your soul, creativity, or love. to put something of yourself into your work.

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Morisuke has been there for you- ever since. You've known each other longer than you can remember, and you really couldn't do much on your own without him. He's always had your back, and somehow a responsibility to take care of you whenever your parents couldn't.

It started way back when you were kids, a really young age- probably somewhere around 4. Your parents and his parents were out in the park, having a picnic. It was a gorgeous day outside- the sky painted a soft blue, fluffy, white clouds dotting the ether, a fresh breeze caressing the skin. Your parents were chatting away, about the time one of their co-workers almost set the office on fire- the outcome was not good for the clumsy employee.

You and Morisuke were left to play, the parents believing they had a good eye on the two of you. You ran around in the grass, having Morisuke chase you, and it was fun. He ended up catching you most of the time, but it was your challenge to outrun him. The two pairs of little legs ran around in the grass, with giggles to be heard along the way. It wasn't long before you tripped and fell, scraping your knee on a rock. The two of you were a bit far away from your parents, and they were a bit slow to respond. Morisuke was paying attention though, and he helped you up and walk to your parents, who treated your injury while they continued talking. Morisuke sat beside you, watching intently in an attempt to learn how to treat those so that he could help treat it in case you tripped again.

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The flu. The thing everyone gets a shot for every year. Even though you did get your shot, you still got it. 4th grade you was definitely not happy. You understood that getting a shot was better than suffering days through the symptoms of the flu from actually experiencing it. The shot was bad, but the actual flu was so much worse. You would honestly rather go to school, at least you got to feel healthy and got to talk to your friends. Well, at least you didn't have to do schoolwork today, that was one plus. You sat in bed all day, with the tissues by your bed, an ever-filling garbage can, and a high fever. It definitely did not feel nice, 0/10 would not like to experience again. At least you got to be on your ipad all day.

That afternoon, Morisuke dropped by your house. He came by with some soup, which he made with his mother after school. He asked your mom if he could see you, and she said that she'd deliver the soup to you, so that he wouldn't get sick from you. He insisted and your mother couldn't help but give into the young boy's requests, requiring that he wear a mask to prevent him from getting the flu. He happily complied with that; wearing a mask wasn't much at all if it meant to see for himself that you were okay. By then, you were already someone important to him, and he knew that, even at such a young age.

You heard the two come up the stairs of your home, the wood squeaking just a little from the two bodies walking on it. You were happy to see Morisuke come to check on you, but you also didn't want him to get sick either. You decided that you would keep your distance from him- that way, you could keep him safe while also letting him see you. Win-win situation, really.

"(y/n), Morisuke's here to see you," you heard your mother say as she opened the door. You saw your mother carry the soup, which you knew was from Morisuke himself. Your mother didn't know how to make this particular soup, despite trying several times- it always tasted a bit off. You'd often go to Morisuke's house and they'd serve you this soup or some of your other favorites; you loved the food there and you'd prefer it over whatever your mom would cook for dinner- though you couldn't go there all the time. You smiled as you saw the soup for yourself, and as you reached for it, the towel resting on your forehead slid off. You picked it up, remembering that it was there in the first place. The two of them giggled at that, and you pouted. After a bit of talking, Morisuke had been called home by his mother and he headed out, telling you to make sure you drink water and sleep well before he left. You smiled and waved goodbye, and you could hear the sound of his shoes going down the stairs.

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"Moriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," you whined. "Help me with the homeworkkkkkkk." "Just give me a minute (y/n), just need to finish this up," he replied as he was finishing his own homework. It was about time for high school entrance exams, and teachers were piling up homework for about no apparent reason. If they could just give you less work to do when you could be studying for entrance exams, it would be great, but no, they had to give you work. You'd been stuck on one question on a science worksheet since forever, and it was the only one you couldn't figure out. It just made no sense to you, like, it had nothing to do with what the rest of the worksheet. Either 1- it had nothing to do with it and the creator of the worksheet just wanted to put it in there or 2- you were seriously completely forgetting about something. You figured it was the latter, but you really couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, what do you need help with- the science homework?" Mori finally turned to you. "I can't figure it outttttttt, it doesn't make any senseeeeeee," you pouted. He looked at the problem, "Oh, this wasn't in the notes, but the teacher did mention it earlier for a bit." You stared at the paper, trying to remember what the teacher said. You were thinking, and Mori stopped what he was about to say to let you think for a bit. After a while, you continued to stare at the paper, and he knew your mind was just blank.

"Alright, so..." he explained the topic, and even searched up parts he wasn't exactly sure himself to give you a full explanation of the question. He talked for longer than you expected, as you thought the question was simple; after all, it was only fill-in-the-blank. Yet he was probably better than your teacher, somehow answering your questions to the best of his ability, and even if he didn't know part of the answer he was trying to tell you, he'd simply search for it online, learn it himself, and explain it to you. It was a good 30 minutes before he was done, and it was quite impressive, how he taught it to you. You didn't even have that many questions; it seemed he answered them before you could ask.

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Being volleyball manager was harder than it looked- really. Contrary to what it seemed compared to other teams, they were quite chaotic, sometimes even a nightmare to take care of. As their manager, you had so much to take care of, and not being able to be taught about being a manager from any previous manager, you had to figure it out on your own, with a bit of help from Coach Nekomata. Your previous club had been disbanded due to the lack of members, so you had no choice but to join another one. You considered a lot of clubs before joining the boy's volleyball club, but you ended up joining despite Mori's advice telling you that you'd go nuts over the things they do.

He'd insisted, really insisted. He even tried talking you out of it, no matter how much he wanted to see you, he knew you might just go nuts trying to take care of them. Sometimes you came over to walk home with him, and they teased about being Mori's girlfriend, which you were not. It wasn't bad at all, kind of funny, and they didn't do much more. How bad could it be? Apparently, really bad, according to Mori. But your experience said something different, so you decided to go with it anyways.

The moment you were introduced as the team's manager, you were immediately overwhelmed with everything they were trying to ask, along with all the things you had to do as manager. It was definitely difficult, as all their attention was on you instead of practicing. Smh this is volleyball club, not (y/n) club. Sometimes you tried to copy Mori and yell at them, but all they thought of it was something cute. When they were misbehaving, about something else, they'd definitely listen to you, but when they were trying to get your attention, it was always Mori that got them to go back to practicing. You were eternally grateful for Mori for saving your sanity, else you wouldn't have any left for college.

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"(y/n), I have some (favorite food) for you. Mind if I come in?" Mori knocked on the door. "Mhm." you replied, as he opened the door and set the food beside you. You gave him a small smile and looked  back at your computer, your hands continuing to type away on the laptop in front of you. College life was a mess, though perhaps not as "busy" as high school. You were busy getting job experience, as well as doing work for your classes. It all consumed so much time, but the work was strangely fulfilling for a time when you finished it.

"Make sure not to overwork yourself; I'll be coming in later to check on you," he said, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead. Softening at the kiss, tired from working all day, you held onto his arm, signaling you didn't want him to go. He gave you a warm smile of adoration, and you buried your head into his shirt and clung onto him. The warmth was relaxing; you could feel the stress floating away. Mori smiled softly. This was so much better than writing that research paper, definitely. You could probably finish it in time even if you took a bit of time off now.

"Mhm, let's stay like this," you said, wanting to take a break from the research paper you had been working on. You had moved to the kitchen to properly eat your (favorite food), and you and Mori talked the entire time. It was probably the longest dinner you'd had, but it was definitely enjoyable. It definitely helped you with the stress of school, work, and other things you had, and you were eternally grateful that he was always there for you. Even when you did go back to working on the essay, Mori came by with a glass of water and a snack to make sure you were well-hydrated and had something to eat. Later that night, you were still working on the essay, and he came in to remind you that you should sleep. You told him that you wanted to keep working on it, and he sighed, and told you that he was going to sleep without you. Literally, you stayed at your laptop for 10 minutes, closed it, and joined him. He just has this magic of getting you to sleep. (and that was why you weren't tired in class the next day)

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Mori had been fidgety all day, and you knew why, you were just waiting for it to happen. You read him like a book; after all, you'd known each other longer than you could remember. His hand was in his pocket much more than usual, and his usual supportive nature had become a little more nervous- just for today though. You weren't surprised- actually, you found out a while ago.

"(y/n), will you marry me?" you heard the words you had been waiting to hear. You nodded and the tears came flowing out; you couldn't believe you were at this moment in time, such a special event you'd only experience once. You felt him gently slide the ring on your finger, and the two of you kissed right there. You were positively sure that this was the man you wanted to spend your entire life with. From the very start, to the very end.

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A/N: Hey guys! Lili here!! Finally got this done after,,, way too long LOL I really hope you enjoyed it and i hope I didn't mess up the ending ,,,, oops. Anyways, just letting you know ilya and take care!