#i think that may be it but ill have to do some testing and trying on

[kuunaslut]

buckle up! suguru geto + satoru gojo + reader

warnings: swearing, smut, dom!suguru soft dom?! satoru, use of pet names, heavy degradation, rough fingering, slight choking, use of toys, cum play, suguru is very mean, reader is a brat, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, dacryphilia

summary: being a personal assistant to two hot ceo's may seem chaotic but does come with its advantages if both of them were head over heels with you and didn't bother fighting over it, after all two is better than one right? however, you test their limits when you flirt with one of their associates... but you're far too deep in ur ass to realise that indeed..it was a bad idea.

it was supposed to be all fun and games! 

well, it’s always supposed to be - but this time, it was mostly because you were bored and needed something to do that would at least keep you entertained! what made them think that you out of all people would be interested in some dumb business dinner with stuck-up disgustingly rich snobby businessmen?       

and so, because of that 'stunt', you were sat on a sink, the cold marble touching your bare ass that made u hiss, satoru’s hands wrapped around your neck firmly.

"baby, what were you trying to achieve back there?" he asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

"i don't get why you're mad, all i did was go on my phone," you replied, rolling your eyes before you heard him click his tongue.

"don't roll your eyes at me, if you just went on your phone - i wouldn’t have cared, but sighing every two fucking minutes and tapping your feet on the ground so fucking hard was not necessary," he spat, gritting his teeth as you realised he was actually angry.

"i was bored okay? I don't even get why you guys bought me here in the first place! it's so boring...can i just call a taxi and head home first, pretty please?" you begged, making him inhale sharply before glaring at you.

"no y/n, you're staying here until we're done," he shot back, making you sigh.

“look, suguru and i have serious matters to discuss with a possible business partner, you should know how important this would be for us so i advise you, to stay put and enough with the bratty attitude."

"fiiiine, can you at least let me get my earphones from the car?" you asked, making him sigh angrily.

"no, look, if it helps...we'll finally be having dinner so you can stuff your mouth so you won't be bored anymore."

"i’d rather have my mouth stuffed with something else though," you whispered, leaning up to peck the side of his lips with a smirk.

"well maybe if you behave well for us, you'll get what you want after we're done," he says, giving you a smirk.

"okay, i’lll be good until then," you replied cheekily, a smirk spread across your face.

"good, now come, suguru is probably waiting for us."

both of you exited the bathroom and made your way back to the bustling restaurant where the company had rented out for the night in hopes of networking with other organizations.

"hey," suguru greeted you with a big smile, as you sat between him and satoru

you smiled at him, before bowing slightly to the man opposite you.

"so this must be your assistant? i’ve heard a lot about you," the man said, making you smile.

he looked around your age, and you had to admit he was pretty good-looking.

"well I hope good things," you said, a chuckle leaving your lips.

"nothing but good, i’ve heard you're excellent at your job, care to come work at my company instead? my assistant is still learning and he's a bit...well, slow in his work plus, it'll be nice to have a such a pretty girl walking around," he chuckled.

"well that wouldn't be too bad, i'll think about it," you joked, as you instantly felt suguru’s hand grab your thigh under the table. you hear satoru clear his throat to send a message to you to shut the fuck up. 

“let's order before we get into business, what do you say yuuji?" satoru asked, making you smile.

yuuji… what a cute name.

"yes of course, ill call over the waiter," yuuji said, before winking your way.

you smirked, suddenly having an idea in my head. how dumb

after everyone had ordered their food, they started chatting about their accomplishments at their respective companies, which to you just seemed like boastful comments.

you yawned softly as suguru drew slow circles on your thigh, something he usually did unconsciously while talking or resting. 

"would you really move to his company?" satoru whispered in your ear, making you smile.

"i don’t know… might be a nice new change of scenery," you whispered back cheekishly, as you heard the white haired man chuckle.

“if only he knew how much of a cock-hungry slut you are that you can’t even get a job done without getting filled up,” he chuckled lowly, making you clench around nothing.

"fuck off."

"language princess, you would be in a great deal amount of trouble if suguru heard you," he whispered, before pulling away.

you cleared your throat, before turning your attention to whatever suguru and yuuji were talking about.

the food finally arrived after a while, making you sigh happily as you looked down to the only familiar thing you had seen all night 

you almost moaned with how good it tasted, as you were glad you could eat since most of the reason you were bored was because you were hungry.

"you like it?" suguru asked, making you nod contently.

"yo y/n! we ordered the same thing!" yuuji pointed out, making you chuckle at how energetic and laid back he was.

"we did, it's so good right?" you asked him, giving him a sweet smile.

"it is, I would say I might order it the second time but the portion is so huge," yuuji said, laughing as you joined him.

"let's stay on track, yeah?” suguru said, a smile on his face as you felt his fingers grip your thigh tightly.

"ahh right yes, that is why we are here."

you sighed internally as you realized that was your queue to back out since you wouldn't understand as it wasn't your place to join their conversation.

and either way, it was boring.

"toruu," you whispered in satoru’s ear, while he was busy listening.

"later y/n, we're busy," he mumbled, his eyes darting between suguru and itadori as they discussed an important matter.

"but toruu this is important," you whined, feeling his hand make it's way to your thigh.

"y/n stop," he warned, gripping your thigh harshly, making you squirm in your seat a little.

once it was satoru’s turn to speak, you turned to your darling dark-haired boyfriend.

"sugu, can i go to the bathroom?"

"later," he whispered, as he didn't even bother glancing at you.

you sighed angrily, pushing their hands off your thigh before speaking out loudly.

"satoru would you be kind enough to move as i need to go to the bathroom?" you asked, tilting your head to the side as satoru stopped talking to look at you.

he hesitantly nodded, before standing up to let you get through.

you gave him a big smile before walking towards the bathroom area, your lips turning into a smirk as you knew you probably ticked them off. 

after you were done you opened the bathroom door, about to walk out before you saw someone push you back in quickly before they were pinning you to the door.

you looked up, your lips curving into a smile when you saw suguru’s angry eyes.

"what are you trying to do?" 

"i don't know what you mean?" you replied, looking at him cluelessly as he gritted his jaw.

"satoru spoke to you about staying put and being obedient before right? so what’s your problem now?" suguru drawled, as you shifted your legs, his deep voice not doing any good for your already wet panties.

"i’m already so bored...and you both were completely ignoring me," you sulked, pouting as you looked up at him with your big eyes.

"we both told you that you could go to the bathroom later right? so why did you still decide to ask again?"

"it's just the bathroom! i was so bored i was reapplying my mascara and lipgloss again just to avoid your boring conversations."

"pull up your dress," he suddenly spat, making you look up at him in confusion.

"huh?"

"not ‘huh’ i know a big reason why your so bored is because your needy little cunt is probably dripping right now...you think i didn't notice the way you keep shifting?" he asked, chuckling as he watched you slowly pull your dress up.

"tell me baby, what has you so needy right now?" suguru whispered in your ear, one of his hands moving down your body before he was cupping your heat.

you instantly let out a whine as you let go off your dress to hold onto his broad shoulders.

"i-i.....just wanted," you stuttered, bucking your hips up into his touch.

"you wanted what? attention?" he asked, as he slowly rubbed you over your panties, the thin material already sticking to your skin.

you nodded your head, making suguru chuckle darkly.

"you're always so needy for us aren't you? constantly need someone showing you attention...but you really couldn't go a few hours without being cock hungry huh? didn't satoru fuck you a few times this morning while i was out?" he asked, making you quietly moan as he drew circles on your covered clit.

you nodded once again, making suguru click his fingers.

"use your words, baby."

"mmhm...yes he did," you quickly said, as you felt him move your panties to the side before his fingers were pushing flush against your entrance.

"fuuuck your so wet," he groaned, bringing his coated fingers up to his lips.

"so tell me, you're still needy even after satoru fucked you only a few hours ago?" 

you nodded your head feverishly.

"suguuuuu....touch me please," you whined, making suguru chuckle.

he plunged two of his fingers into your seeping entrance without warning, making you throw your head back as you moaned loudly.

"quiet down, we don't need all our employees knowing how much of a dirty little slut you are for me now do we?" 

he started at a fast pace, nothing you weren't used to as he was normally rough with you in comparison to satoru, not that you cared anyways.

"cum niiice and sweet on my fingers okay?" he whispered, adding a third finger before he was curling them when he knew he hit your sweet spot.

your toes curled as you leaned into his shoulder to muffle your sounds.

"your such a fucking needy little girl baby, you've been fucked all morning and now your still so needy when we haven't even gone home yet," suguru whispered, lightly pecking your shoulder blade as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

"s-s-uguru....need...more," you whined, making your boyfriend laugh.

“nah princess....you're not getting dick that easy. you'll have to wait until we get home, so until then...hopefully this shuts you up," he whispered, as you felt your release edge closer as you clenched down on his fingers.

"that's it baby, cum now," you heard suguru say, as you felt your release wash over you, making you moan quietly, as you shivered.

he pulled his fingers away from you before bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. you watched as you suddenly felt empty, making you whine softly.

"I have to go now, make yourself look a bit more presentable and come back soon okay?" suguru said, pulling your dress down before leaning in to peck your cheek.

"you were so good for me, i'll consider rewarding you when we get home," he whispered, winking at you before he was moving you away from the door so he could leave.

"and baby? enough with the flirting, don't think we haven't picked up on that....don't let me find you warming up to yuuji again," he warned, making you smile at him.

"i won't, pinky promise."

-

"oh your back, i thought you went missing," yuuji joked, as you sat in between suguru aand satoru again.

you laughed a little, before reaching forward to grab a glass of water.

the night progressed as the men around you continued to converse about their companies and what both of them could bring to the table if they were to affiliate.

soon it was time for drinks, making your ears perk up as satoru offered to get the drinks for everyone.

"what do you want to drink?" suguru asked you, as his hand on your thigh slowly rubbed circles into your skin.

"champagne is fine," you replied, making him nod before he was walking towards the bar after taking the others order as well.

"so y/n....have you thought about my offer from before?" yuuji asked you, making you crease your eyebrows at him.

"offer....what offer?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side a little.

"to come work with me....these two surely can do things without you i mean...they have each other! but my assistant is downright a rookie and pretty useless so...if you're down too, i'd love to have you," yuuji said with a smirk playing on his lips.

"i'll think about it, maybe....what do you think?" you directed the question to satoru, your faux innocent eyes shining at him as you felt his hand grip your thigh tightly.

"sorry yuuji..." satoru trailed off, before his eyes were on the man across him.

"but i can't give away our most trusted employee, she does her job well, so no, we will not be giving her away to you."

yuuji chuckled as his eyes fell to yours

"well isn't that a pity... i was looking forward to appointing you as my personal assistant," he said, extenuating the ‘personal assistant’ using it as some sort of euphemism, before suguru came back with our drinks.

"so...what have we been talking about?" suguru asked, as he handed me my glass of champagne before sitting down.

"yuuji wants me as his assistant, thought it would be fun but satoru thinks i do my job so well," you say, smirking as suguru's eyes darkened.

"is that so? well if you'd like, i can send through a list of capable people who could fill in the role if you're hiring?" suguru asked, as you felt satoru’s hand on your thigh move up higher.

"ah no, i really was joking...but i will comment, you both are very lucky," yuji said with a smile, as you playfully winked at him.

now that, ticked the both of them off completely.

suguru stifled next to you as he eagerly changed the topic, as he soon conversed with yuuji about business, while satoru leaned in to your ear.

"you've really done it now princess, spread your legs," he whispered, his warm breath hitting your cheek as you took another sip of your drink.

"and if i don't?" you dared to ask, as satoru simply smiled at you before leaning in closer.

"spread your legs," he repeated, making you gulp.

you hesitantly spread your legs as you felt satoru's fingers instantly press against your sticky clothed core.

"did suguru make you cum earlier in the bathroom? you're so wet," he whispered as you bit back a whimper.

you answer with a nod, as he scoffed.

"and your still acting bratty? hm..." he trailed off, before you saw a few other men come to join the table.

"suguru?" satoru called out to him, as he turned to look at you both.

"yeah?" he asked, his eyes trailing down to you.

"try to keep her still while you talk," he muttered, as your heartbeat accelerated.

"w-what are you g-going to do?" you stuttered, as satoru smiled at you.

"you want to wink at a man in front of us? then let's show him how much of a whore you are for us in front of him," he chuckled, as you felt suguru's hand grab your thigh tightly before you felt satoru's fingers push your panties to the side, his fingers making direct contact to your heat.

your body jolted instantly, as you tried your hardest not to throw your head back from the delicious contact, and if you thought that was painful, when two of satoru’s fingers plunged inside of you, you knew it was only going to get worse for you.

“stay still, eyes open...more investors have joined now so we'll be conversing more, stay quiet and take what i give you, or you won't like what happens next," satoru spat near your ear, making you nod feverishly.

your eyes flew to yuuji, who was too busy talking to the middle aged man next to him to notice you, as you suddenly took in the fact that everyone around you were too busy to even pay attention to you both.

satoru's fingers stilled in you, making you instantly slump in your seat as you looked towards him. 

he was smiling like a little bitch, so into a conversation with an unfamiliar guy next to him that no one would even think he was doing something so dirty and sinful under the  table.

your eyes darted towards suguru who was looking through an important document, his eyebrows furrowed as his hand was gripping your thigh tightly so your legs were spread enough for satoru to access.

"suguu," you called out, your voice coming out almost in a whine making him look at you.

"what?" he spat irritatedly, making you frown.

"when can we leave?" you whisper, as you heard his jaw clench tightly.

"didn't I warn you earlier not to be a brat?" he shot, his eyes throwing daggers at yours.

"toru won't please me properly, i can't take it anymore," you whine back boldly, as you felt his fingernails dig into the skin of you thigh in anger.

-

"satoru."

"yeah?" he responded, his eyes falling on suguru.

"move your fingers, and give her what I gave you earlier, she doesn't seem to know how to follow orders," he spat, making satoru excitedly nod.

"what?" you ask cluelessly, before you felt the sudden emptiness as Jeonghan withdrew his fingers from your sopping entrance.

maybe you should just behave

"toru wait...i-im sorry i'll stay still from now on," you quickly mumbled, making satoru chuckle lowly.

"ask suguru, you should know he doesn't tolerate your shit but here we are," satoru said, before you felt something hard and long poke your entrance.

a fucking vibrator.

your eyes widen before turning to look at suguru who was listening to a conversation intently, that was until you started tapping his arm.

"suguru n-no.... i-i'll be good I promise, please," you whispered.

"have it on medium setting, we'll see how she takes it," he said, his words obviously being directed to satoru as he completely ignored you.

your heartbeat accelerated as you felt satoru slowlly ease the dildo into your entrance, the cum slick from earlier providing an easy slip as he pushed it right into you, making you grab the table tightly.

knuckles turning white and thighs clamped together, you sat there for what felt like hours with the quiet buzz of the vibrator making you feel as if the entire room was spinning. it was perfect to ease the ache you had, but it wasn't enough to get you to cum, especially since their hands weren't on you anymore.

your head lolled towards satoru, soft pants leaving your pretty glossed lips as your long manicured nails taps against his white dress shirt eagerly.

“hm?" he hummed, glancing at you only for a second.

"i-it's too much...i wanna...c-c–"

"y/n." suguru suddenly called out, making you stop talking.

you turned to looked at him, lips pouty and eyes filled with need as it took suguru his all not to grab you by the hair and fuck you on the table in front of everyone.

which he would eventually get around to doing tonight, but just not now.

"can you go get me another glass of champagne, please?" he asked sweetly, making you shake your head softly.

"i-i can't...g-get up–"

suguru chuckled softly, cutting you off as he leaned in to your ear, his hand on your thigh once again.

"I wasn't really asking, get up and go get me what I asked for, slut," he spat, making you squirm in your seat.

"you're such a dick," you whimper out, before standing up shakily.

with all the strength and self control you could muster, you pushed past satoru before carefully walking towards the bar.

walking around in heels with a fat dildo snuggled in your pussy? this was definitely not how you saw the night going but here you were.

"o-one...g-g champagne," your words slur as the bartender looks at you in concern.

"miss are you okay?" he asks in concern, making you nod feverishly.

"mhm...just get...champagne," you mumble as he nods before pouring a glass on the sparkling liquid.

"here have a glass of water...you look flushed...are you gonna be sick?" he asked.

"no..no...but thanks for the water," you finally say a sentence without stuttering, so you pat yourself on the back mentally.

"no worries miss, please do sit down until you finish your water though," he said, making you hesitantly nod.

you slowly sat down on the barstool, sucking air through your teeth as you felt the vibrator nuzzle into you more.

"would you like anything else?" the bartender asked, giving you a glass of water.

"n-no....i’m good with...with water," your words spoke with a slight slur while you brought the glass up to your lips with shaky fingers.

"are you here alone?" the bartender suddenly asked, as you realized he had been staring at you this entire time.

"n-no i'm...i'm here with a few business people...i'm sorry for stuttering i just don't feel so good," you babbled on, completely unaware of the pair of eyes burning into your back in rage.

"that's completely understandable, you don't need to say sorry but i do think you should go rest," he said, before leaning over the counter to touch your forehead.

"you're burning up miss I don't think you should be drink–"

fuck

"get up we're going home."

you shakily turn around to see an angry suguru standing in front of you, his top two buttons undone as his eyes leave yours briefly to look at the confused bartender in front of you.

"yeah she's had a bit too much to drink," he spat shortly, before grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you off the bar stool.

"suguu careful i'm in heels," you whine out, but he doesn't seem to hear or care as he walks out of the restaurant, his grip on your wrist never faltering.

"w-what about satoru," you hiccup, trying to keep up with suguru’s pace in your painfully high heels.

suddenly you felt the vibrator's speed increase, making you buckle your hips as a moan left your lips, causing suguru to laugh. 

he opened the passenger seat door before practically throwing you in, as you heard the door shut loudly before he got into the driver's seat.

"you've actually done it today princess....you've found numerous ways to push our buttons and now i'm gonna make sure this type of behavior will never be repeated from your end, ever again," he spat.

"sugu… too much," you whine breathlessly, spreading your legs shamelessly as your hands come down to pull the dildo out of you.

"ah, ah...that’s staying in there since you decided to act like such a fucking stuck-up baby today i had to leave an important conversation early and now satoru has to do all the work....why do you think so?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"mm.....i-i don't know," you whimpered, making his eyes darken.

"how many times did i tell you to stop being a brat today, hm? i even went out of my way to please you to get you to shut up...so why did you continue to piss me off in front of everyone? and then when i told you to go get me a drink, i found you shamelessly eye fucking that bartender like a whore," he growled, grabbing your jaw tightly as you whimpered, clenching down on the dildo.

"i w-wasn't–" your words were ripped out of your throat when his hand landed down on your aching pussy harshly.

"don't fucking lie to me, you think i wouldn't notice the way you were talking to him? and the way he wanted to fuck you so bad," he chuckled, as he pulled up your dress so he could eye your soaked underwear.

"take it off, come on."

you bit down on your bottom lip as you came hard almost quietly, your head lolling to the side as soft pants left your mouth.

“ did you just cum?"

"sugu i-im sorry…," you mumble out, grabbing onto his hand for some sort of forgiveness as your lips parted as suguru removed your underwear.

"your being so so disobedient today y/n...why's that? i was talking to you about something and you decided to cum? is that what i've taught you?" he spat lowly, as you watched him bunch your underwear into a ball before pushing it into his pocket.

"m' sorry....c-couldn't help it," you whimper out, tears spilling from your eyes at the overstimulation.

"s-s-uguruuu...the v-vibrator please....too m-much," you hiccup again, as his hand threads through your hair.

"we're alone now baby...that's not my name," he spat into your ear

"although I'm starting to think i should make you call me that in public, so everyone around you including you remember who you belong to."

his voice was ten times deeper than usual, which only made you ten times wetter than you already were.

"would you like that baby?" he asked, his free hand resting on your thigh as you whined.

"take it out p-please," you beg, making suguru sigh. 

"answer my question first doll,” he groaned, his hand in your hair rubbing your scalp slowly.

"no that's embarrassing," you scoff, as he chuckled lowly. 

"why's that? you love disobeying us in public so maybe that will help you remember your place, what do you think?" he asked, eyes narrowing on you as you hesitantly shake your head.

"sugu- daddy no...please," you whine, as you feel his grip on your hair tightens painfully.

"hmm...i'll think about it..now, spread your legs and be good," he spat, making you instantly comply as you wanted nothing more than to have that damn vibrator out of you.

suguru's fingers circled the part of the vibrator that was sticking out of you, causing you to whine as your eyes pleaded with him to remove it from you.

"you want me to take this out baby? too much?" he asked with a faux pout, tilting his head to the side as you nodded eagerly.

"p-please."

"you know what was too much? your attitude with us today, so take what i fucking give you okay princess?" he asked, making you nod your head as he smiled.

"good."

your body jolted suddenly as suguru grabbed the dildo, roughly thrusting it into you as you choked out a moan.

"hold up your dress," he shot, as you whimpered from his rough ministrations, but obeyed.

your shaky fingers moved your long evening dress out of the way, bunching it up to your chest to give suguru a better view.

"sssuguru please slow down, i-i can’t ," you managed to make out, as suguru scoffed.

"you don't make the demands here princess, i do, so why don't you sit here and take it...understand?" he spat, removing the dildo out of you before turning it off.

you breathed out a sigh of relief, your eyes closing only for a second before you felt three of suguru’s thick long fingers push into you without warning.

"fuck suguru....fuck!" you screeched out, your body jolting as his fingers only went rougher at your words.

"what have i said about swearing?" he spat angrily, making you whimper out a weak apology he wasn't going to accept anyways. 

"you use this pretty mouth of yours for all the wrong reasons baby," he added, fingers pinching your bottom lip.

"i-i'm sorry daddy," you whisper meekly, making him hum.

"don't swear again, okay?" 

"o-okay," you whisper back, as his fingers are stilled in you.

"okay what?" he spat as you whined, clenching down on him.

"okay daddy," you muttered quickly before suguru resumed the rough pace he had set for his fingers.

"i'm gonna c-cum daddy," you pant, throwing your head back as suguru pulled on your hair.

"you don't cum until I say so," he drawled, making you shake your head as a smirk played on your lips.

"no."

"no?"

"i want to cum...it's t-too much," you bite back, looking up at suguru’s amused face.

"oh so you're still being a brat?... i'm not satoru baby, you know i won't give you any chances so watch what you say to me," he shot, fingers pulling at your hair making you wince.

"it hurts stop," you whine out, wishing satoru was here to help soothe you like he always did.

every time you did something wrong, it was suguru that would get furious and punish you until dawn, but satoru preferred to teach you in much more gentle ways.

"then learn to behave," he spat, stuffing two more fingers into you before curling them up.

the stretch was incredibly delicious, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head before a long moan left your parted lips.

"daddy please...I need to cum," you desperately whined out, as suguru’s fingers didn’t falter.

"nah, you're not allowed to cum until i tell you to," he spat, all four of his fingers curling in you as you felt the heat rush to your throbbing pussy.

"please i c-can't," you whine, the soft pants and squelching sounds coming from you only urging suguru on as it took all of his self-control not to drag you into his lap and fuck the living daylights out of you until you were reduced to nothing but tears.

before you could even warn him, or yourself, you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you came hard all over his fingers. 

you moaned out in bliss, the feeling taking over your senses as your body spasmed.

"are you fucking serious?" he spat angrily, yanking his fingers out of your soaking entrance with a loud pop.

“i couldn’t help it, you kept pushing it a-and–“

“i’m not gonna take any of your bullshit, you should know that by now. i’m not satoru to listen to your pathetic little excuses,” he growled, pushing his soaked fingers into your mouth roughly, causing you to gag and whimper in pain.

“suck them clean whore,” he spat condescendingly, as you softly suckled on his fingers before he was pulling them out.

“now sit back properly, pull your dress down, and put your seatbelt on, we’re leaving,” he spat, pulling away from you completely as he started the car.

“no i wanna to wait for toru, you’re mean,” you whine out, refusing to put your seatbelt on.

“don’t make me repeat it, y/n….you either put it on yourself or i do it for you,” he growled making you huff.

“can we at least go back in to get dessert? i didn’t get to try the strawberry cake, sugu please,” you whine, holding onto his arm as your tits pressed into him.

he sighed angrily before grabbing your jaw tightly, slightly pushing your cheeks together as his burning eyes bore into yours. 

“tonight was my last fucking nerve. you know i’m not gentle like ‘toru’, so you should’ve realized what you were doing before you acted like a slut, buckle up princess, tonight gonna be a looooong night. 

omg hey guys this is my first writing on this account since ii deleted my old account!!! i hope u guys love this <3

[holedyke]

realized i desperately need to start planning my outfit for seeing garbage + metric like NAOW!

[creekfiend]

What would you say your farm goals are rn? And do you still have eventual dog breeding goals?

Rn, getting the downsized herd settled and figuring out splitting the daily workload with my mom and such. We have no breeding plans this season, will probably look into a fainter cross buck next season for hardiness but I doubt I'll keep back many kids. There's a couple we are raising up rn from last season that i might sell to a friend who wants to start her own hobby herd this year.

My long term goals are still hearty and hardy animals who don't need too much medical intervention too often and who can kid easily, have good mothering skills, etc. Next generation I want better parasite resistance. But right now we are just figuring out how daily upkeep husbandry and maintenance is going to work going forward!

For dogs I don't have immediate plans bc all my dogs are spayed. I still co-own Mari, Dandelion, Pixie and Bao, so if any of them are bred I will have some input there. And if Mari is bred I will hopefully be able to spend some time with and help out with puppy raising!!! But, for now, no immediate plans myself :) getting things settled around the house and yard and in my own life/with my health before I think about dipping my toes back into dog breeding as a concept.

I am PROBABLY getting a goldador service prospect next year or the year after, out of a Lab I really like who is a working SD and a sweet golden who his handler thinks is a good match. And if that dog turns out nicely and passes health checks I might breed it. But that's so far in the future it doesn't make sense to make any actual plans around!

[aplpaca]

thinking about how I've seen OCD get talked about now, but haven't really seen many posts that actually explain what it is. And like, obviously people shouldn't get all their info about mental conditions from posts, but u can't deny that internet communities and stuff play a major role in people recognizing and putting names to their own experiences.

But like since the general public has like absolutely no idea of what OCD actually is (no thanks to popular media), and a lot of things I see talking about intrusive thoughts don't mention OCD (either bc they originated in OCD circles or bc intrusive thoughts aren't Exclusive to OCD or for some other reason), there should prob be more explanation put out on what OCD actually consists of.

Which is kinda hard in some ways, bc there are so many ways OCD can present in terms of what "themes" a person experiences, so someone talking about what their themes are might not ring a bell with someone who experiences different ones. But like, the core thing with OCD isn't the presence of certain themes, it's a specific pattern of spiraling thoughts and reactions.

Like. OCD is a mental condition/illness where people experience stressful, unwanted, repetitive thoughts. These are intrusive thoughts are what make up the "obsessions" part of the disorder. In response to these intrusive thoughts, a lot of people will perform certain actions or think certain things in an attempt to neutralize or disprove the threat they represent. These are the "compulsions" part of the condition.

For a more "traditional" example, someone experiencing intrusive thoughts that they might catch a communicable disease may obsessively wash their hands or google their symptoms to try to lessen the anxiety. While someone who is worried they might hurt someone (even though they very much do not want to hurt someone) may avoid being near sharp objects or may avoid the people they're afraid of hurting.

One of the issues with OCD is that performing the compulsions provides short term relief, but in the long term it only strengthens the stress caused by the intrusive thoughts, thus furthering the thought spiral and actively making it worse, to the point where, depending on your themes, you may be (almost) convinced that your intrusive thoughts represent the truth or the inevitable or something permanent.

Intrusive thought themes cam be literally anything, but some of the common ones are stuff like

Questioning your sexuality, gender, etc (what if I'm actually straight/gay/bi/trans/cis/etc?)

Being worried about losing control and hurting yourself or others physically, sexually, emotionally, basically any way (what if I want to kill someone? What if I'm a pedophile? What if I'm an abuser? What if I want to stab myself? Etc)

Fear of becoming or being sick

Worrying something bad will happen to you or people you care about

Worrying about your spiritual beliefs or lack thereof (what if I'm actually Christian? What if I'm actually atheist? What if i don't believe in the faith i ascribe to? Etc)

Worrying about relationship status (what if I don't actually love them? What if they're not "the one"? What if they're cheating? What if *I'm* cheating? Etc)

What if I'm a bad person?

Fear of losing things

Fear of things not feeling right (this is often be related to other themes via magical thinking. ex: if I don't have my things organized Just Right then something bad will happen)

Fear of unreality

Compulsions vary by theme a lot obviously, but some common ones include

Hand washing

Organizing things until they Feel Right

Checking and double checking and triple checking to make sure you did something correctly

Obsessively reviewing your memories to disprove a thoughtor make sure you don't believe something

Arguing against the thoughts in an attempt to disprove them

Testing your mental reactions to a thought or to certain kinds of content, to show yourself you don't actually believe or feel something

Obsessively googling symptoms, testimonies, things related to your thoughts

Obsessive prayer

Repeating phrases, mantras, affirmations, etc in an attempt to make thoughts go away

Avoiding things and situations that set off your intrusive thoughts

Repeatedly asking for reassurance from others ("I'm not being xyz, right?")

But yeah this obviously isn't exhaustive but, just, if this kind of thing sounds familiar, you should probably do some research on OCD, bc while intrusive thoughts can occur with other conditions, the intrusive thought-compulsion spiral is the core of OCD and isn't really a subaspect of depression/anxiety/ptsd/etc. and the treatment and management of OCD can look different from other stuff, so its a good thing to look into.

(Also it's important to keep in mind, esp if you're someone that doesn't have it, that someone's intrusive thoughts Are Not "secret desires" or "repressed urges" or anything the person even remotely wants to act on. Someone having harm-related intrusive thoughts is not at risk of actually acting on them, no matter how worried they are of doing so.)

Anyway this was a long post and I don't have a neat way to wrap it up and also I accidentally added a poll and now can't get rid of it so here's free poll. I'm running on nyquil and a small amount of straight gin (which works very well at numbing a sore throat) rn gnite

[calcifiedunderland]

Part I (here), Part II, Part III

Trey Clover vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Jamil Viper x GN! Reader

In which the way to the Prefect’s heart is through their stomach! At least, according to three of NRC’s students…

I got the idea from @recreyomakesdoodles , from this post! Thank you so much, hope you liked it!!💕

Tagging people I think would be interested: @aruis4nosleep , @tinseltina

Warnings: food/eating

Notes: I decided to split this into multiple parts because I never have any restraint while writing and this ended up being long. Enjoy :D

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“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Azul pushed his glasses up, balancing a stack of takeout boxes emblazoned with the Mostro Lounge logo on them. Cold blue eyes met Trey’s golden irises. Trey cleared his throat, shifting a heavy picnic basket from one hand to the other. “What brings you here, Azul? I thought you’d be busy at Mostro Lounge…”

Azul snorted, “the Prefect knows to expect me today. Clearly, you are the one intruding.” Earlier that week, he overheard you wailing to your friends about your upcoming History of Magic exam. Apparently, this unit was on Atlantica’s magical history - a topic that was, unfortunately, giving you trouble.

Fortunately, Azul was a mer who grew up learning the history by heart. Naturally he offered you assistance in exchange for having you taste-test some dishes. And how could he not help a poor, unfortunate fellow student like yourself?

Besides, if he wanted to bring along some personally cooked meals to Ramshackle, under the claim that you both would be there ‘for hours, so you may as well try some foods (that I made!) for the upcoming Lounge menu (that I run)!’, that was nobody’s business. And certainly not Clover’s business.

Trey crossed his arms, easily holding the heavy picnic basket like it weighed nothing. Azul could smell the buttery pastries and powdered sugar through the closed basket lid where he stood. “Riddle sent me to give the Prefect an invitation to the next Unbirthday Party. I thought I’d give them some treats to… sweeten the deal.” Though Trey had a disarmingly pleasant smile with the pun, his eyes bored into Azul’s.

Azul frowned. “That couldn’t have been more than a simple text. Aren’t they friends with your first years, as well?” He asked, remembering your first year friends that he’d turned into anemones.

Trey adjusted his glasses and averted his gaze, a telltale deflection sign that Azul didn’t miss. “Well, it’s more official coming from the Vice Housewarden.” “And I suppose the baked goods are complimentary?” Azul sniffed disdainfully at the basket, “Surely, the prefect needs more than pastries. A proper meal,” he emphasized.

Trey’s eyes narrowed, “a basket of baked goods is better than whatever deal you’d have for them,” he nodded to the boxes Azul carried. “Everyone loves a good old fashioned pastry. Can’t say the same for seafood.” Azul opened his mouth to retort, when suddenly both of their ringtones went off.

IM SO SORRY AZUL!!!!! I got caught up with something, can I come over tomorrow?? I likely won’t be done until later, the headmage has me doing stuff 😭

TREY!!! Tysm for the invite, you didn’t have to go out of ur way to give it in person!! ill definitely be there at the party! 😄 sry I’m not there atm, Crowley wanted me to do something for him

Trey frowned, reading your text. Azul huffed, shouldering the stack of food boxes, muttering “looks like today was a loss.” Trey sighed, “well, it can’t be helped…” he made a mental note to put the pastries in the Heartslabyul fridge and just deliver it to you tomorrow, under the guise of ‘checking up on you’ after working for Crowley. The two of them trudged down the path to the Hall of Mirrors, heading back to their dorms.

The two of them walked in silence until Trey abruptly said, “I don’t know what you want with the Prefect, but I hope you have their best intentions at heart.” Azul turned to give Trey a withering look, “I assure you, when it comes to the Prefect, I have nothing but good intentions.” As he stepped into Octavinelle, Azul smirked and muttered, “especially regarding their heart.” Trey lingered for a bit, staring at the Octavinelle mirror with an unreadable expression. “We’ll see about that,” he said aloud in the empty Hall, then headed back to Heartslabyul.

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Meanwhile, you sighed heavily, collapsing onto the chair. The cafeteria was pretty much empty, save for the random student or two. It was already darkening outside, and you were hungry. Crowley wanted you to do something for him just before lunch, and soon half your Saturday was gone running around NRC. You’d even lost track of time, and missed Azul’s study session and Trey dropping in! You groaned, hearing your stomach growl loudly.

“Prefect? What are you doing here?”

You glanced up, seeing Jamil with a large container of tupperware and other small containers. The delicious scent of curries, labneh yogurt cheese, and freshly made pita made your mouth water. Despite yourself, Jamil caught you looking at the boxed-up food more than once.

“…Crowley had me running errands, and I may have skipped lunch…” your voice grew quiet near the end. Jamil raised an eyebrow, then smiled. “I actually ended up making too much food for Kalim,” he said, moving around the table to sit next to you. “There’s enough for an extra person, and I’ve have already eaten.”

Your eyes widened, and Jamil started dishing out some curry and flatbread for you. Bright-colored curry sauce and chickpeas flooded the platter, wafting a delicious scent. As Jamil ripped a piece of pita, your stomach growl loudly. Your face felt warm. Jamil only chuckled, pushing the plate he’d conjured towards you. “What about Kalim?” You asked, feeling bad. Jamil smiled, “Please, go ahead. There’s enough for Kalim and you.” A warm smile grew on your face, and you gave Jamil a one-sided hug before digging in. “Thank you! You’re my savior!”

As he watched you eat, a tender look grew on Jamil’s face. He shifted the food containers so he could watch you while nibbling on some flatbread. It wasn’t difficult to determine that you were off on Crowley’s whims again - with you running around the school and being gone for several hours. With that in mind, it wouldn’t be anyone’s fault if he accidentally made too much food, so he thought he’d drop it off at Ramshackle later. It was sheer luck that you’d dropped by the cafeteria!

You hummed, soaking up some of the leftover curry sauce with your flatbread, “this was delicious, Jamil. Thank you so much.”

Jamil smiled genuinely, but a devious look came into his eyes when you looked back at your plate. “Please, Prefect, allow me. Wait here.” He took the plate, going to the kitchens to box up some food for you to take back. Walking back to you, he handed you the container, “It’s getting late, I can walk you back to Ramshackle.”

The two of you set off, with you holding some of Jamil’s boxes. “This was… really sweet of you, Jamil,” you smiled. You knew Jamil always had his hands full, whether it was taking care of Kalim or managing literally everything else. Maybe the food was making you gush, but you were definitely grateful for the impromptu meal. As you opened the door to Ramshackle, you gingerly handed the boxes back to him.

“Ah, wait,” he shuffled them and held a large one out to you. “This one is yours.” Your eyes widened, “Jamil, this is a lot-“ “Please.” Your eyes met his dark grey irises, and warm gratitude filled your chest. “Jamil, I… I really don’t know what to say. I have to repay you somehow-“ Now that was what he wanted to hear.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to try making some new dishes,” he glanced at you. “I’ve been needing someone to taste test them, and Kalim won’t be available…” You nodded eagerly, “Of course! I’d love to help you!” You said your goodbyes, and as the door shut behind you, Jamil had a calculating smirk on his face. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together.

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Thanks for being patient everyone!! Hope you enjoyed this part, reblogs and comments are forever appreciated 💕

lmk if anyone wants to be added to the taglist! Take care shrimpies~ 😘

[gracieheartspedro]

Your Needs, My Needs

I : Strawberry Wine

a masterlist of how you can help gaza

the prelude to this series

pairing: cowboy!joel x f!reader (no outbreak)

description: joel fixes your toilet but you can't help but yearn for more time with him. so you invite him to dinner and try to win his stomach? aka love?

word count: 3.2k words

warnings: there is no smut in this part. still MINORS DNI! no use of y/n! vague talk of reader's old life before texas, no real description of the reader, reader does have anxiety/mental illness that is not fully recognized/diagnosed, mentions of eating food, reader lives alone, reader got MONEYYYY, mentions of joel's ex wife (gasp), alcohol consumption, smoking cigarettes, kissing, flirting. all the fluffy stuff <3

author's note: hey...hey.... how y'all doing?? i'm so so so sorry this has taken so long. my life has been crazy for the last like 4 months and I'm finally getting settled into my life again. I miss y'all and I miss writing, so HERE I AM! I'm hoping everyone who wanted me to tag them months ago is still cool with me tagging them 4 months later lol. okay, lemme know what you think xoxo

Joel comes and goes for days. The first day he returns, he inspects your toilet again and tells you he has the wrong tools. You discuss a game plan and by his initial projections, your toilet should be fixed the next day. But when he fails to come by in the morning, you decide to call the phone number on the post-it note he left for you the day before. 

The phone rings and you get an answering machine of a younger girl telling you to leave her and Dad a message after the beep. When the line lets out a long ding, you breathe out the random croak in your throat. 

“Uh, hey, Joel, it’s me. Just seeing if you’re stopping by today. If not, that’s fine, I’ll be home all day today and tomorrow. Okay, uh, bye.”

Hours go by and you find yourself pacing, regretting your decision to leave him a message. What if he gets it and thinks that you’re crazy? 

Ever since you had made his acquaintance, you felt completely reliant on interacting with him. It may be due to the fact that you haven’t socialized with anyone else in months. You were very good at isolating yourself, but lately, it’s been eating you alive being so alone. Now that you had this big house, the silence felt almost too quiet. Joel’s southern drawl and straightforward responses gave a bit of light back to your life. 

Around dinner time, your landline rings. You practically fall over your couch racing to pick it up, hoping it was him. 

“Howdy neighbor,” He grunts through the phone, “Sorry I didn’t come by today, hope ya didn’t miss me too much.”

You let out a dry laugh, trying not to sound too giddy about him following up with you. You were borderline pathetic. 

“No, I just wanted to make sure you were still alive,” You manage to get out, “You are still alive right?”

“Still kickin’, just busy as all get out. ‘M fixin’ to head to your place now if you’re not busy.”

You look down at your pajamas and start to nod. It’s not like he can see you through the phone, but you are reacting to his words like he’s right in front of you. 

“Sure thing, I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

-

“So… It’s really just you here? All by your lonesome?”

He’s messing with his toolbox, searching for the one tool he needs to fix the toilet. You stir your fresh brewed tea, ensuring none of the sugar clumps up at the bottom of the mug. You had offered him some, but he politely declined, telling you that he had a big dinner.

You take a sip, testing the sweetness. “Just me. How about you? Just you and your daughter, right?”

He laughs heartedly, turning towards you from where he’s squatted. You look at him with curious eyes, unsure if you asked the wrong question. He stands up, a wrench in his hand, a smile still spread across his face. 

“Her mama left town with her new boyfriend about 5 years ago. Wanted the city life, not the life I gave her. It’s been just me and her ever since.”

So he’s single. You think to yourself. 

You realize the laugh was probably because of how absurd and new it must be for someone to ask him about his life. He grew up here and you are positive everyone here already knew all about his business. You are a breath of fresh air for him. 

Before the silence becomes awkward, you speak up. “City life ain’t worth a shit.”

“Yeah, she’s different. Won’t speak ill of her ‘cause that’s my bosses’ mama. She sees her now and again. They are just very different.” 

The conversation comes easy with Joel. While the first couple of interactions you two shared were a bit strained, after days of small talk, you realize he’s the truest Southern gentleman you’ve ever interacted with. Polite with a little bite. He never speaks ill of others, except his brother. He loves to pick on Tommy. He seems like an attentive father. He loves to pick at you, always pointing out your Northern tendencies. Your horrible driving. Your accent and your speech patterns. But he’s also very complimentary. A couple of days ago, he remarked how nice your perfume was when you were standing close to him. It made your heart skip a beat. 

And on top of all of those things, he’s very easy on the eyes. 

“That’s mighty fine of you not speaking ill of your ex,” You try to drag out the silly Southern saying, which causes him to chuckle again. You smack your lips before continuing, “Wish I could do the same.”

You are not sure what he’s doing to the tank of your toilet, but you watch him strain to get a piece out of the corner with the wrench he has. He clenches his teeth, turning the piece to the left to loosen it. 

“Exes are exes for a reason,” He grunts, fiddling with some more things in the tank, “I ain’t too hung up on datin’ right now. I got my girl and my horses.”

“And now you got me, your annoying neighbor who almost crashes into your horses and asks you to fix toilets.”

He breathes out loudly, “Yeah, ‘nother pain in my ass. Just what a man needs.”

-

The toilet is fixed too quickly. You had busied yourself with other small cleaning tasks that when Joel finds you in the kitchen doing dishes, he startles you. It took him about 15 minutes to finish the job and you had thought you could at least finish up the dishes you made from dinner. 

“‘M all finished up. Gotta get back home to do some rounds at the stables,” He says as he waltzes over to your paper towel holder. He grabs a sheet and begins to wipe his damp hands, “Anythin’ else for me today?”

You turn off the running water, going down a list of fixes you could ask him to do. You decide it’s probably best to just ask him to swing by another day to help you with other things. 

“No, thank you though, Joel. I am sure I’ll be by to ask for more help,” You chuckle, shaking your hands dry, “I owe you dinner or something.”

As you say it, it feels like all the air leaves your lungs. He’s staring at you and there’s a glint in his eyes. You are not that good at reading people, mostly because you are deathly afraid of being wrong. His eyebrows raise as he leans against the counter near you. He’s so close and in your space, but you try to push the thought of him coming onto you out of your mind. 

“What’do you got on the menu tomorrow?”

His voice is kind of husky which makes your brain draw a blank. You wipe your hands on your pants before crossing the kitchen to check your fridge. You glance through your ingredients, settling for the only dinner item you can conjure up that his southern palette may like. 

“Baked chicken and vegetables?”

He nods, tossing his paper towel into the bin beside you. “Yeah, I've been needing a home-cooked meal. Think I could come over at like 5? Tomorrow?”

You recollect a time when a guy showed interest in wanting to hang out with you outside of work. It had been years and he was not nearly as attractive as the man in front of you. 

You nod slowly, trying not to look too robotic due to your nerves. “Sure thing, cowboy.”

-

You did not know what to wear. You contemplated going into town to see what the local boutiques had but you ran the risk of Joel seeing you out. You didn’t even know if this was a date. 

You settle on a sundress you have owned since high school. It’s the perfect length and while your mind goes to wanting to impress Joel, you also need to be comfortable. 

You cleaned your house, adding some new decorations to your living room walls. You even clean your sheets and make sure your bedroom is vacuumed. 

When the time comes for Joel to arrive, you pace the kitchen anticipating the doorbell. You already had all the food prepped and ready to put in the oven. The vegetables have been cut and seasoned. Everything was just the way you needed it to be. 

Joel gets there 5 after your scheduled time. When you welcome him at the door, his hair is styled and you can tell he put on his “fancy jeans”. 

What you didn’t expect was the bouquet of flowers he had in his hands. 

“Afternoon, neighbor,” He begins before extending the floral arrangement towards you, “My girl said I had to bring you something nice. Somethin’ bout being a gentleman.”

You smile widely, giving flowers all your attention. Even with the fragrant bouquet, you get a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. 

“Nice to see you cleaned up for me, cowboy. Come on in, dinner is about to get put in the oven.”

-

You catch him scanning you up and down when you place the spread of chicken and vegetables on the table. He was in the midst of talking about his daughter and her band fundraiser, but he completely halted when you took notice of his staring. 

You settle into the dining room chair across from him, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn’t. 

“She needs more sponsors?” You break the silence, wanting to move away from the sudden awkwardness. 

He swallows, reaching for the serving fork, “Oh, yeah. She needs to reach a certain goal to go on her senior band trip.”

You try to avoid his wandering gaze again, focusing on organizing your plate of vegetables. “Where are they going?”

“Disney. She ain’t never been out of Texas, so she really wants to go.”

You remember all the trips your family said they’d go on to Disney, but they never did. Your father could not stand being around his own children, let alone other people’s children. You think about how he used to complain about your constant questions, all the times he completely ignored you for your brother. You start to spiral, the anxiety creeping up in the back of your throat. You push your chair out from under the table, excusing yourself for a moment. You go to the bar you have set up in the living room and grab the only sweet wine you have. Strawberry. You grab two glasses from the top of the setup and walk back to Joel. 

“Forgot wine,” you mumble, setting a glass in front of him, “You want some?”

He is already picking at his chicken, “Yeah, I’ll take some.”

You are quiet as you uncork it expertly, pouring it into each of the glasses. Joel watches you like a hawk. You can tell he’s trying to read your expression, so you try your best to remain neutral even though your hands are shaking. 

You place the bottle in the middle of the table, making sure it’s easily reachable. 

You finally sit back down, sipping the red liquid. The strawberry flavor isn’t very strong, it’s more like a hint of the berry. You had gotten the bottle from a roadside stand in Kentucky. An older lady who must have owned a vineyard nearby was selling them for $5 each. You told yourself you would only use it for a special occasion. This event seemed fitting. 

Wine always makes you flushed, but you are always a bit flushed around Joel. Even more so when he’s watching you so intently. 

After a couple of sips, you finally rest your shoulders and begin to eat your dinner. 

“I could sponsor her,” you finally say, returning to the previous conversation. For some reason, you felt obligated. Joel quickly retaliates, shaking his head as he chewed on your roasted veggies. 

“You ain’t gotta do that, doll.” 

The nickname rings in your ears. You take another sip of wine. You can tell Joel notices your reaction because he smirks with his mouth full. 

“But I want to, Joel. I’m sure she has worked hard her high school career, she deserves to have fun.”

He hums, but still shakes his head negatively, “I can’t let you just pay for-”

“You can and you will,” You enjoy another bite, smirking at your defiance towards him. He looks perplexed. “So when is this fundraiser? Is there like a dinner or something?”

He finally caves, “This Friday at the school. It’s a dinner and auction. I guess if the kids don’t find their sponsors, some local businesses are willing to sponsor them.”

“Are you going?”

“Yeah,” He cuts up his chicken, “I guess you’re gonna come along, too, if you’re givin’ my girl all that money.”

“Does a check work?”

He sits back in his chair, already finishing off his wine, “You seriously don’t have to-”

“What are neighbors for, Joel?”

He nods, “You mean friends.”

You furrow your brows, trying to let your hazy mind find a time when you called him your friend. This was a new development.

“Friends, huh?”

He pours more in his glass, “Well, I’d like to think so.”

The wine is hitting your system and you realize your arms feel lighter. You grab the stem of your glass and tip it up to down the rest of the alcohol. Joel’s eyes are trained on you, waiting for a snarky response. 

“Do friends stare at other friends like that?” You pour more wine for yourself. You realize he’s done eating so before he can respond to your flirtation, you speak up again, “You done with that?”

He looks down at his empty plate, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes friends look at other friends like that, or you’re done eating.”

He grins, “‘m done eating, doll.”

-

You two find your way out to the rocking chairs. They were left there by the previous owners and you could tell they were probably as old as you. 

You had another full glass of wine, sipping it as Joel lit up a cigarette. He admitted it was only a bad habit when he was drinking, which was rare. “Sarah gets onto me when I have even one beer. So this has gotta be between us two.”

You swirl the crystal, watching him carefully take a drag of the stick. “Your secret is safe with me, cowboy.”

He giggles as he lets out a huff of smoke. “I haven’t had secrets in a long time. Guess I’m lucky it’s with the town stranger.”

The statement hits you in the very pit of your settling tummy. You furrow your eyebrows, leaning forward towards him. Your chairs are not that far away from one another, so this is probably the closest you have ever been to him except for that one moment in the kitchen. 

“Luckiest man in Texas that’s for sure,” You muster, averting your eyes. You could not stare into his beautiful brown eyes for too long. “Having the privilege of getting me out of my head. No man has done that in years.”

“What? You not good at letting loose?”

You shake your head, knowing that he did not understand what you meant. You take a moment to inhale, finally glancing up at him again. “I think I may just be cursed.”

“Now, why do you say that?”

You contemplate spilling the beans. Letting your heart fall onto your sleeve after years of shielding it from anyone who looks your way. Your lips part, but no words come out. It’s just the sounds of the cicadas. 

“As soon as something is good, it gets bad somehow. I don’t even get a moment to savor it.”

You feel the statement down to your bones. The last time you felt settled in your own life, the rug got pulled out from under you. You cannot remember a time when you truly felt present in a special moment. You always felt like you were floating outside of your body, watching things happen and never really truly feeling anything. 

You don’t expect him to lean closer to you, “Whatever happened before you got here, you ain’t gotta worry about it anymore. You obviously put distance between you and what happened for a reason. Let this little side of the world be your home now.”

You push your spiraling thoughts away, letting him be right. 

“I’m workin’ on getting settled. It’s easy when you have a handsome cowboy to help along the way.”

It comes out like word vomit. Between the wine and the nerves coursing through your entire being, you can’t help but admit your little crush on the man. You slap your free hand over your forehead, admitting defeat before he can even respond. You knew he would take the comment and run with it.

“You always flirt with your friends, sweetheart?” He was toying with you, which was a good sign. If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t call you such a thing. 

You smile, releasing your face from your hand. His eyes are tracing every curve of your face, a subtle pass that you did not capture quickly enough. 

“Only ones that fix my toilets.”

And then, he kisses you. It happens so quickly, that you don’t fully grasp that it’s happening until you're molding your lips into his. Once your buzzed brain picks up the fact that the man you have been crushing on is kissing you, he pulls away. Your eyes are still closed, your hands still gripping onto your wine glass. 

He huffs loudly and stands up quickly. Once you place your eyes on him, he’s pacing around the back deck stairs, not too far from where you’re sitting. You instantly bite back the urge to ask him what’s wrong, because there’s always something wrong. 

“‘M sorry, sweetheart. I should’na done that.”

He instantly regretted it. The thought made your throat tighten. He continues to walk back and forth, causing a draft. 

“It’s fine, Joel. I’m n-not mad.”

He shakes his head, halting his robot-like movements. He finally looks at your pitiful expression and lets out a long sigh. “I don’t think I’m much of a gentleman, kissing you on the first date.”

You watch as he places his hands on his hips, contemplating his whole life right before your eyes. You realize he is too traditional to see that nowadays, people are sleeping together on the first date. First base is nothing. You rest your glass on a decrepit table next to you and stand up. 

You slowly approach him, trying to catch a glance from him, but he continues to avert his eyes. You grow bold enough to tilt his chin towards you, letting your guard down for a moment. 

“You’re such a gentleman, it hurts,” you whisper, slowly letting a smirk grow across your face. The comment makes his shoulders lower, finally relaxing from such a heated moment. 

“Just don’t wanna mess this up with ya,” He murmurs, only letting you and the nearby fireflies hear you, “I enjoy spending time with you.”

You slowly lower your hand to your side, trying to act casually about the confession. But the truth is you want to run and wake up every cow and horse within a 10-mile radius with a squeal of delight. 

“I like spending time with you, too, Joel.”

He takes your hand as you say it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. His breath is hot on the back of your hand before he says, “Well now, I quite like the sound of that."

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I COULD KISS YOU — GREG HOUSE

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pairing: greg house x reader

description: when an offhand comment to praise house for helping you diagnose a patient leads to the silent treatment, you’re both forced to confront the feelings that had been lingering unspoken for too long.

warnings: swearing, angst to a teeny bit of fluff, may be a lil ooc as i’m still iffy on fleshing out how i write the house characters but i’m trying <3

author’s note: had this idea and got excited so bashed it out quite quickly while i was motivated af — hopefully you enjoy !!! let me know what you think

“Gregory House, you bloody genius,” you exclaimed, clenching your fists in excitement, unable to stop the words that came flying out next, “I could kiss you!”

You’d been trying to diagnose your patient for nigh on a week now, and with the young boy’s symptoms rapidly progressing and his condition rapidly worsening, House’s diagnostic expertise provided exactly the breakthrough you needed.

You were ecstatic — mentally piecing together just how he had to be correct — and so without another word you practically skipped out of his office to run some tests and reach the certainty needed to treat the boy as soon as possible.

What House had suggested made perfect sense, accounting for every symptom and every adverse reaction to the treatments you had tried so far, and though you usually mocked his tendency to always smugly assume he was right, at present you were immeasurably grateful for his input.

You were disappointed, then, when you rushed to tell him that the young boy was responding incredibly well to the treatment he suggested and he simply gave you his smug “I-told-you-so” smile and rushed away from you.

He didn’t speak to you again for the rest of the day, choosing instead to actually take time to visit his patients rather than deal with encountering you again.

“What did I do to piss House off?” you asked Cameron, Foreman and Chase shyly as you stood near the nurse’s station with them.

They all just eyed you like the answer was obvious, but Chase shrugged, “When has anyone ever needed to actually do something to piss him off?”

“No, he won’t even talk to me right now,” you frowned, brows furrowed, “It’s weird. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong since this morning.”

The group all looked between eachother, as though deciding who would be the one to have to tell you the honest truth.

“Probably something to do with your little ‘I could kiss you’,” Chase replied, doing a terrible impersonation of you and batting his eyelids flirtatiously as he quoted you, “He didn’t seem to like that very much.”

Your mouth was parted in confusion, “Firstly, I do not sound like that. But secondly, why would he give me the silent treatment for that? Is the idea of kissing me that repulsive?”

Cameron scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You’re both as oblivious as each other, Y/N… He’s ignoring you for literally the opposite reason.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

Was she seriously trying to tell you that House was ignoring you because he didn’t like you joking about kissing him?

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“It’s literally painfully obvious, Y/N,” Foreman groaned, “You’ve had this weird sexual tension going on forever and given that he’s usually bad at giving a damn about people, he gets weird about you. And he obviously has feelings for you, so it rubbed him up the wrong way.”

Chase chuckled, “They’re right. He’s only mad at you because you’re the only person he’s never mad at but you hurt the feelings he apparently has.”

You pondered what he was saying for a moment, trying to piece together whether there was any semblance of truth behind their explanation for House’s weird behaviour.

Truth be told, it was the exact kind of petty and ill-fitting behaviour you’d expect from House.

For such a brilliant man, he could be utterly childish at times, especially if he wasn’t getting his way.

Your relationship had always teetered on the edge of professionalism — he was always making flirtatious comments, he always took your suggestions on board more than the others, always sung your praises to your peers and superiors.

Whilst everyone else was certain it was proof of his feelings for you, you had just thought he appreciated that you never pried into his life unless he offered to divulge information himself, and you were excellent at your job.

Of course, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed your ambiguous relationship, given the crush you had harboured since very early on in your acquaintance. That’s why you always flirted back, always made sure your input was carefully though out, and why you were always singing his praises too.

But it was Greg House — a man who so famously behaved as though he didn’t care about anyone. So of course you didn’t think that things would ever progress past your unprofessional professional relationship.

“Where is he?”

“In his office,” Cameron smiled, “He told me to make sure nobody bothered him, and I think he meant you because he’s still throwing his toys out of the pram.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “God, he’s ridiculous. I’m going to go and talk to him. Or try, anyway. Wish me luck.”

“Is this House we’re talking about?” Dr. James Wilson made an appearance at your side now, his brow quirked in curiosity as he butted into the conversation.

You nodded, “He’s being a baby instead of actually talking to me about why he’s mad.”

You hoped he’d have some kind of more concrete explanation, given that he was the only person House was even remotely honest around.

“He’s hardly an expert at talking about his feelings, is he? Or having them, actually,” Wilson chuckled, “But he’s been grumbling all day. Please do go and speak to him. For my sanity’s sake, if not your relationship’s.”

“Slow down, Wilson,” you scoffed, but though you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, you couldn’t deny the fluttering in your stomach at any sort of reference to you and House’s potential relationship, “I’m going!”

You entered the room without even knocking, folding your arms over your chest with a stern expression on your features as you strode towards his desk and stood firmly in front of him.

“I’m busy.”

“Busy being petty and ignoring me?”

He looked up now, narrowing his eyes as he realised you were not going to meekly scuttle away like you had done every other time he’d dismissed you today.

“What makes you think that?” sarcasm dripped from his words, “I just so enjoy spending time getting to know my patients and doing paperwork!”

You huffed out a sigh, frustrated by him already trying to dodge the subject, “Greg.”

“Y/N.”

“Greg!”

“Y/N!” he matched your tone just to challenge you, and you scoffed, “Are you really going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“So deliberately evasive?”

His lips drew together in a thin line as he eyed you carefully, “How’s your little boy from this morning?”

“You are so fucking frustrating, Greg,” you scowled, “Can we have an adult conversation here?”

He appeared to ponder over another joke to make, but apparently for the first time in his life thought better, as he remained silent and waited for you to continue.

“I’ve been so stressed out about that kid, and you helped me to help him massively — he’s likely to be discharged by tomorrow. I was so happy, so relieved, and I said I could kiss you,” you began, avoiding his gaze at first until your final sentence, “And it was a silly offhanded comment about how grateful I was, but at the same time I honestly could’ve kissed you because I quite honestly want to a lot of the time.”

Oh my God — you’d stunned the Greg House into silence?

Your breathing was jagged, “I don’t know if you’re just being an ass because you don’t like being on the other end of jokes, or if the team actually aren’t just blind hopeless romantics and you actually care about me. But I just wish you’d talk to me instead of doing all this and making me feel like you don’t care at all.”

He pulled himself up onto his feet, grabbing his cane to lean on as he inched closer to you.

“It’s a bit of both,” his voice was low, and you were sure that if you didn’t know him better you might believe him to be shy about telling you the truth, “I’m not good at caring, and I don’t usually like caring, but I guess I do. Sue me!”

You took another step forward, so that you were so close you were breathing right in each other’s faces.

You were trying to be brave and command the conversation, but your stomach was doing backflips as it dawned on you that what he meant was that he really did feel the same about you.

“Why would you go silent on me then instead of talking to me about it?” you bit your lip as you spoke, and caught notice of how his eyes trailed to your lips as you did so.

He swallowed thickly, “Didn’t feel right to. Hardly professional, is it?”

“Oh, because you’re the picture of professionalism usually aren’t you?” you laughed dryly.

“Point taken,” he shrugged, “Maybe I was little scared. And we’ve got a good thing going, it’s a risk pushing things any further.”

You weren’t happy with that, not when this was Greg House — king of taking risks and breaking rules — and you were certain that it was a risk worth taking anyway.

“When has risk ever stopped you?” you asked, whispering now as your eyes darted between his and his lips whilst he mirrored your behaviour.

“Point also taken,” he mumbled, before finally taking the plunge and bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss that you leaned into immediately.

He quickly leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you to stand between his parted legs.

You pulled back, suddenly aware that anyone could come in at this moment and see you — and whilst the biggest risk here really was endless teasing from the team or a scolding from Cuddy, you did still have some things to discuss too.

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, overcome with giddiness at what had just happened, but you wanted to make your feelings clear; Even if it was to a man who would probably make a jokey remark and underplay his own feelings.

“I don’t know your relationship history, and I don’t care to,” you shrugged, moving your hands to your hips but hardly moving away from him, “Well, I’m not rushing to. I can assume it’s not great, but I just want to take every day as it comes and see where things go because mine isn’t great either. I’m not gonna hurt you, Greg.”

The sincerity in his eyes as he gazed up at you made your heart melt, and you could tell that somehow, some way, you had gotten through to him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t be certain that you’ll keep, Y/N,” he mumbled, before shaking off his own words and standing back up to stare into your eyes intently, “But fine. Because it’s you, I’m willing to try. Provided there’s more of this,” he kissed you again before continuing, “And less of them ogling and concocting their little romantic stories about the lovely doctor Y/N and her damaged old fool.”

You turned around to see the entire team peering through the window, all smiles and whispered chatter at the sight before them.

You raised your middle finger to them, turning back to look at House and stepping back a little from him.

“Unfortunately, those nosey fuckers are not going anywhere,” you rolled your eyes, “If you’re willing to try then we’re going for dinner. Tonight. And we’re going to have a good time, and not talk about this place or about anything you don’t want to.”

He nodded, “I’ll pretend I’m not furious you’ve robbed me of making the grand romantic gesture of being the one to ask,” he cocked his head as he joked, truthfully very much pleased you were the one to ask and confirm that your interest in him was genuine, “But sounds good to me. I’ll wear my nicest tux, eh.”

“Yeah, yeah, ha ha,” you hummed, “Now I’ve got a living patient to go and visit thanks to you. Enjoy your afternoon with that lot,” you gestured to your friends, who were all still stood there watching you, “Good luck. Oh, and pick somewhere to book for us to eat. That can be your grand romantic gesture, hm.”

“Gee, thanks,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you grinned, swanning out of his office with the biggest smile possible painting your features.

You nudged past your friends as they watched you walk down the corridor, happier than they had probably ever seen you in the time that you’d known them.

They immediately filed into House’s office when you were out of sight, and his head fell back in irritation for a moment despite the smile still gracing his lips.

“Things went well, then?”

“Go away,” he replied, “I’m in a good mood for once, and you idiots aren’t going to ruin that, alright?”

“Woah, okay,” Foreman laughed, “Who are you and what has Y/N done with Greg House?”

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#okay wait do y'all think that she wasn't going to try and murder Dean?#Do you think he was going to get through to her?#convince her somehow to not try to stab him?#that she was telling the truth at all in that scene?#because she was totally going to try and kill Dean#like 100% that was going to happen#and if Sam hadn't shot her then Dean would have had to kill her and that would have been so much harder on Dean#like it was disturbing that Dean had a 3 day old monster child that wanted to kill him but who was then killed by her uncle Sam instead#and even more disturbing that they then never mention her again#but these are also the guys who left their half brother in Lucifer's cage and didn't lose any sleep over it so...#and I love Dean but killing Amy was an asshole move#and there's kinda a difference between killing an active imminent threat and killing someone in cold blood after the fact @jinkieswouldyoulookatthis

I didn't want to clutter someone else's post but this was partially directed at me? I've talked about the whole "Emma vs Amy" debate quite a few times, but I'll share a few thoughts.

Amy is a present, unrepentant, fully cognizant, adult, serial murderer. She is not actually sorry about what she did in any way. She believes that slaughtering humans like cattle to feed them to her son was the morally correct action even if it wasn't the ethical action because it kept her son alive. She is not correct.

Emma is a brainwashed child who's been psychologically conditioned for a few days. She has never killed anyone and only wants to kill Dean because some women who abused her told her to.

Hunters like Sam and Dean primarily deal in punitive justice, not preventative justice—and what I mean by that is that Sam and Dean try not to kill people (with powers or without powers) who have never killed anyone.

While I think you're right to point out that a preventative justice component is in play, that is not primarily how Dean makes the decision to go after Amy, and the reason we know that is because Amy's son swears to kill Dean and Dean does nothing about it because the boy has done absolutely nothing wrong.

Dean's application of his personal code is consistent here. He kills Amy, who is a murderer who killed four people, but he does not intend to kill Emma or Amy's son—both of whom wanted to kill him—because neither has actually killed anyone and both may choose not to.

You say that Emma was going to kill Dean 100%, but you don't actually know that because we never got to see that future. You assume Amy would never have killed again, but when you add up "murderer who regrets absolutely nothing" and "child vulnerable to catching illnesses" you get "Mom who absolutely would kill again as necessary and who would feel zero remorse doing so just like the last time".

I don't personally think SPN gives us any reason to suspect that three days of psychological conditioning from a cult is too much to overcome. We have seen other characters overcome much more serious levels of psychological conditioning intended to make them killers. For example, Cas and Alex. I'm not saying Emma wasn't trying to pull the wool over Sam and Dean's eyes in the scene where Sam shot her, but I am saying that doesn't actually mean in any way that she couldn't be convinced to actually choose a different path.

Under the same litmus test with which you suggest Emma's condemnation, we'd also condemn season 2 Sam for his potential "future" crimes. We are killing monsters before they actually become those monsters... because of the dark path someone else intends for them to go down. Amy—again—is an active present unrepentant serial killer.

I think sometimes people misremember the scene where Sam kills Emma—recalling the scene as a scene where Emma lunges at Dean with the knife and Sam steps in just in time to save his life, or where Dean is unarmed and Emma has him at knife point. But that is not what happened. Emma quite literally brought a knife to a gun fight. Dean had a gun pointed at her, and if she was thinking straight at all, she would have left to avoid being killed if given the chance—especially when Sam arrived. And had she not, Sam could have shot her at that point—but Sam didn't wait to see what she'd do. He wanted her dead, because even if she ran, he didn't think they were equipped to deal with surprise attacks from Dean's Amazon child. That is the decision Sam made after a brief moment to consider, and it makes sense to me given the headspace he was in at the time and his assessment of Dean's headspace as well, but it does not make his decision consistent with his previous or future behavior regarding people who have been psychologically conditioned to kill.

My own frustrations are more with fandom, for a thought process that really really does not make sense to me, where Emma deserves to die but Amy deserved to live. I do not agree with that premise. I do not understand why so much of fandom has the perspective that a child who hadn't shed a drop of blood and who was acting in response to a cult's torture, who brought a knife to a gun fight and had already been driven into a corner where she had no choice but to surrender or run—doesn't deserve a chance to choose something else before she's barely lived and before she's heard a loving word in her entire life, but an adult with full cognizance of their actions who went through with killing four people and doesn't regret it should go on with their life and is "just a good mom doing what she had to" and killing that person is the bad thing. I don't understand that. I don't think Dean killing Amy was wrong at all in the "hunters kill supernatural murderers" show. The only thing Dean did wrong was lie about it and not take enough care to keep her son from seeing it happen.

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hanni and haerin arrive at the vet that you work out in a panic not knowing what’s wrong with haerins cat, kitty. haerin is holding kitty close to her chest like one would hold an infant. kitty had been throwing up regularly for the past week but after some medication you prescribed her it stopped, though it was a very small amount because you just suspected kitty just had a stomach ache. hanni, still panicked, was calmer than haerin; she still thinks kitty is fine and just needed more medication.

as they both walk in they are greeted by a lady sitting down peacefully on one of the waiting chairs, 7 vacant leashes in hand. hanni and haerin look around, confused as to why no one is at the reception. but because this was like a second home to the both of them because of how often they’ve visited you on your breaks, they weren’t patient.

“hello?” haerin tries to draw your attention towards her.

“y/n! kitty needs help!” hanni shouts leaning over the counter hoping to make her voice heard.

haerin slightly slaps hannis arm, offended.

“ow!”

“don’t say that, kitty is okay” haerin scolds while petting kitty’s head in comfort.

hearing your name being called after ryo and tae arrived to help with the dogs felt like a call from heaven. an excuse to leave you explain to the boys, “okay dani is coming with the gloves, i’ll be right back to help you all” you jog out of the room. you recognized hannis voice but you assumed it was nothing important and it was just another time she stopped by to say hi.

as you jog to the reception you bump into danielle, throwing you off balance towards the wall, which she quickly holds you by both arms so you don’t fall.

“oh my god i’m sorry!” danielle stares at you, hoping to not irritate you.

“it’s fine, go help the boys with the dogs” you don’t even hold eye contact with her as you leave her grasp and make your way to the front.

“hey what’s going on?” you ask slightly out of breath.

“kitty won’t stop throwing up and i ran out of the medicine you gave her!” haerin looks at kitty while explaining to make sure her cat isn’t distressed.

“oh uh okay,” you’re kind of shocked by this as you thought the medicine given to kitty would stop the sickness.

“here, ill take her into the back and run a few tests but that’ll be a $50 copay” you wince, feeling bad charging your dear friend.

“yeah okay here” haerin doesn’t hesitate as she hands you kitty before inserting her card to pay.

in the inspection room you start off by getting kitty some water and writing down any observations. you decided to place some food for her to eat and see any reactions she may have. after serving the food, all kitty does is sit there and stare at you instead of approaching the food. this happens for several minutes. no matter what you do, she won’t eat.

“maybe dani knows what to do?”

you leave the room to find dani washing the dogs with the boys.

“dani can you come here for a second?”

danielle mouths a ‘thank you’ as she takes her hairnet and gloves off before throwing them away after leaving the room.

as you both arrive to the room where kitty was left, you explain the situation to her. danielle hums in confusion as she listens while kitty is cuddling up to her.

“mmm..? how about this?” she walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a can all the way in from the back before opening said can. danielle picks up kitty in her arms and holds the different kind of food to her while she speaks sweetly to kitty, trying to convince her to eat the food.

confused and somewhat annoyed, you cross your arms thinking that danielle won’t be of any help until kitty eats the food with no concerning reactions.

danielle looks at you and smiles.

“maybe kitty doesn’t like the food her owner gives her, i mean she’s not throwing up. she’s almost finished the food!” danielle laughs as kitty continues eating. you can tell danielle loves her job and every animal she treats. it’s heartwarming seeing her care for animals and the smile on her face after she’s found a solution to a problem.

“she’s also over due for a shot so we should take care of that” she says in a more serious tone while handing kitty over to you after kitty had ate all her food.

you’ve been through this process before: hold the animal in a comfortable yet secure position so that it’s not only hard for them to leave your grasp but also comfortable enough for them to relax. all while someone else injects the medication into the animal. simple enough.

“okay ready? one two three” danielle whispers as she inserts and injects the needle into kitty…or so she thought.

“wow did you even give it to her? it’s almost like she didn’t fee-woah” your amusement was cut short as you feel the medicine being poured into you. your hand was under kitty’s stomach so it was hidden, danielle must’ve not seen your hand and injected the medicine into you instead of kitty.

“oh my god y/n!”

in a slump, tired, and exhausted manner, you hand over kitty back to haerin. “turns out she doesn’t like the…food…you give her” your voice is almost a whisper as you talk with noticeable pauses in between words.

“what? kitty!” haerin takes her cat back in disbelief.

“i told you it was nothing” hanni groans and she holds haerins shoulder.

you lean on the counter with your head facing down and hold up a thumbs up. “she was…due for her shots so we…gave her it-to her” you stumble.

“thank you y/n! see you later!” haerin thanks as she walks out with hanni, both of them waving to you.

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i DEFINITELY want more Frat Boy Sukuna!!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh man, you're twisting my arm so hard here nonnie, what ever will I do?

I guess I'm just going to have to post some headcanons and frame work I have for the up coming part 2 (Of which you can get on the tag list for it: here!) Oh! And if you want a refresher, you can find Seven Minuets in Heaven Here!

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Some supplemental reading if you will ;)

Ok, lets start with just some basic information on our boy

Hes in the Alpha Beta Omega frat, or the ABO frat. The entire Frat is very quick to point out they’ve been around longer than ABO when you bring it up, minus Ryomen. 

He just tells you he’s an Alpha and asks if you’re trying to be his Omega. It normally gets whatever reaction he wants

He’s majoring in business against his will (Remember this: It will come up) with a minor in he’s really about: History

If taking over his fathers very lucrative business (Again: This will come back up later) fails, he wants to be a history teacher.

He often bonds with Nanami over hating their shared major and being annoyed with Gojo and Geto making out in the most inconvenient places.

He sells drugs on the side to supplement his income, but nothing harder than weed because “Weeds not even a drug when you think about it.”

Is known for being the biggest manslut in the manslut frat. But hey, at least he gets tested regularly. 

Ok, so now I want to start with a little bit of his background because it informs a lot about how I characterize him.

He’s Yuji’s older brother by about 4 years. Both of them look almost exactly like their father. The man really said Ctrl C, Ctrl V, Ctrl V. 

Their father left when they were 7 and 3 respectively. Yuji doesn’t remember, but Ryomen very clearly remembers how horrible their father was to their mother. To him, it was a relief when that asshole finally abandoned the family for good.

The family moved in with their Grandpa, who was one of the very old school “I will only tell my kids I love them on my death bed” types. He also died when the boys were only 13 and 9.

Meaning our boy never really had a good role model for how to perform masculinity, and now that he’s an adult he finds himself pretending to be the type of man media told him he was supposed to be. Somewhere between Tyler Durden and Joey Tribbiani. He doesn’t think he’s very good at this performance. 

The moment he turned 16, he started getting piercings to try and look less like his dad. The moment he turned 18 he got his tattoos to really separate himself from his father. Yuji thinks it’s insane, but Ryomen thinks it’s worth it to be able to look in the mirror without wanting to punch it.

His father reached out to him his senior year of high school. He offered to pay for 100% of Sukuna’s college tuition, as long as he majored in business and took over the “family” company once he graduated.

Yea, turns out dear old dads new wife couldn’t conceive, and his smoking had finally caught up with him in the form of lung cancer. Faced with an inevitable death, he was desperate for an heir. 

Ryomen may have despised his father with everything in his being, but he realized how stupid it would be to throw away not only a free education, but also a guaranteed career. So he agreed.

OKAY now that that’s outta the way, let’s get into how he is in a relationship 😈

You are his first real relationship. He’s had “relationships” that lasted officially about 2 weeks at the longest. He’s had a plethora of situationships where he’d make promises he had no intention to keep. But as far as actually, serious, relationships you’re number one. 

And genuinely this new emotion kinda scares the shit out of him. The first time he got love pangs he thought he was having a panic attack, the first time you brushed him off he felt like he shattered. this shit sucks yo, no wonder the Greeks thought it was a mental illness.

He has no idea how to properly love someone, he’s winging this shit: Doing everything entirely based on vibes

In his past “relationships” the moment conflict arose, he would leave. He doesn’t want to do that to you though, so head it is.

I’m not joking, the moment you have an issue he’s taking you to bed to try and distract you. And he’s always shocked when you still want to, ya know, communicate about issues you’re having after the fact. And he’s always even more shocked when you don’t just leave the moment conflict arises. 

Did I mention he has no real concept of how healthy relationships work?

He’s trying though. He’s trying harder to make this work than he’s trying to keep his grades up. 

Often catches himself flirting with other girls without even realizing it, it’s just second nature to him. He’ll always disengage the moment he realizes

Oh he’s jealous. Oh he’s so jealous. He sees you just talking to another guy and he’s spiraling in his head. He’s immediately getting involved and planting hickies on your neck right in front of whoever you’re talking to, because you’re his god damn it.

As such he loves to buy you jewelry. His dad’s got fuck you money, and he plans to spend it all on you. His current favorite thing to see you wear it a dainty, golden chain, with a ruby encrustedfrat b R hanging from it. It looked gorgeous on you, and marked you as undeniably his. 

Suguru has 1000% had to talk him out of getting a tattoo of your name, this man is down so unbelievably bad. He’s never really been in love before, and now that he’s feeling it he’s overwhelmed by it.

This man really thought he was above getting pussy drunk until he hooked up with you. Now he realizes he’s is Not. At. All immune to it, and is actually quite prone to it!

Ultimately, his goal is to marry you after graduation, even though his fraternity brothers are highly against it. Not because they don’t like you, quite the contrary, they love you! But they all know that marrying your first love probably isn’t the move, and that the two of you have a lot of problems to work through. They want him to at least wait a few years before popping the question.

Still, every once in awhile he catches himself looking at rings and day dreaming about the future.

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❃How EXO acts around their crush❃

a/n: This is 10000% just for my own pleasure. I may have had this in my drafts for weeks... I am totally okay with all the Kyungsoo solo content and EXO ladder dropping. Totally. Super functional, delusional who?

ALSO to any EXO-L that are sharing Chen's LEAKED wedding photos. Please be respectful and either delete them or, at the very least, blur out his wife's face. Chen has gone to great lengths to safeguard her privacy, as she is not famous nor wants to be in the spotlight. Not to mention that there could be crazy sasaengs out there with ill intent. Sharing her info is basically doxing, and it is insane to me how many people shared these posts without much thought. Anyway, I needed to share my frustrations.

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ He is a lot shyer than the other members; where most of EXO probably feels comfortable enough to act on their crushes, he is a bit more reserved. He wants to test the waters first, ascertaining whether the feeling is mutual. Whenever you are around and are talking to other people, he sits back silently, observing your reactions.

✾ Xiumin is smiling so widely around you that the other members worry that his muscles might start cramping up soon. The moment he sees you, his bubbly personality starts to really shine through, and sometimes you can't help but wonder whether this man truly is 33.

✾ That being said, from the moment that anyone offers Xiumin a couple of drinks, his confidence spikes, and he will start flirting with you. His flirting is still extremely sweet and cute; Xiumin can be incredibly charming when he wants to be.

Suho/Junmyeon

✾ He is such a gentleman around you, trying to make you feel at ease with his kind gestures. Whether it is him pulling back a chair or opening a door for you, he will do anything to make you feel like a princess.

✾ Being one of EXO's proud black card owners, he will casually buy you whatever you need. He keeps repeating that he wants to treat his friends when you try to interject. You can't completely refute it; he does spend a lot of money on the members. Yet, you can't help but feel like his gifts are slightly too expensive and excessive for 'just friends'.

✾ So. Many. Soft. Glances. Suho looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars; you catch him staring at you almost every time you look over. Conversations with him can, therefore, be a tad awkward. He doesn't always register what you are saying; he is so absorbed in watching you that he forgets to listen.

✾ The other members relentlessly tease him for it. If you don't catch on based on Suho's actions, you will definitely catch on due to his members' relentless teasing. Whenever he does anything remotely romantic around you, their faces light up like Christmas came early. The members are not subtle about it whatsoever, thoroughly enjoying putting their leader in a slightly uncomfortable position.

Baekhyun:

✾ The members didn't think it was possible, but Baekhyun somehow became louder. It is as if he wants to draw your attention simply by screaming, as he no longer has any volume control when you are around. Everyone can hear your conversation from across the room, and his laughter becomes borderline obnoxious as it overpowers any other sound.

✾ He is such a tease and a suggestive one at that. Considering he has no problem revealing intimate, not suitable to be aired on national TV, details about the members' bodies, he won't have any trouble suggestively flirting with you. Where Xiumin's pick-up lines are cute, Baekhyun's are far from it. Give this man some holy water, Jesus.

✾ He is so intense with his flirting that it sometimes crosses the line of sexy to parody, coming off as a joke. Baekyhyun has a very flirty personality and isn't above flirting with his friends. Even though he isn't subtle about his crush, he can accidentally fall into the "he flirts with everyone" category, making you question whether he genuinely likes you or is just being friendly.

✾ He really enjoys the chase when it comes to relationships. Thus, it will take him quite some time before he asks you out, simply because he likes the push-and-pull game.

Chanyeol

✾ There is nothing subtle about Mr. Park Chanyeol. The moment he sees someone he wants to date, he is going for it full steam ahead. Puppy Chanyeol is momentarily retired as he makes his way over to you; Chanyeol knows that he is handsome and sexy, and he is ready to show it to you. I hope you weren't interested in anyone else because the moment you return any of his interest, he will be flirting with you like there is no tomorrow.

✾ Internally, he is so excited to be talking to you, and sometimes, you will see glimpses of his cute puppy-like persona, especially once he feels like you are just as interested. Still, the words coming out of this man's mouth, Jesus part two. Please go and ask Baekyhun to pass the holy water.

✾ That being said, he will get embarrassed when the other members are around or slightly bashful when you return his flirting at full force. I don't think Chanyeol is used to anyone sharing his level of intensity, so once you do, he gets a bit flustered. He absolutely loves it, though. Your compliments got him grinning from ear to ear.

D.O./Kyungsoo

✾ Don't get me wrong, I adore this man to a delusional extent, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to communicating with his crush. He won't go anywhere near you if he can't help it; he prefers looking at you from afar. He is someone who favours being approached first over approaching you himself. It isn't that he doesn't want to talk to you; he simply isn't the type of person to initiate contact with his crush and tends to stay back when he can tell that someone else is interested, too. 

✾ Even if he finds himself near you, don't expect him to have a full-blown conversation with you. He already tends to be a man of little words, but when it comes to you, he is a man of not a single word. Being around you is enough to make him happy; he doesn't really need to have a deep conversation. 

✾ Nevertheless, his actions make more than up for it. He is such a gentleman, being the definition of preferential treatment. You don't have a chair to sit on? He will quietly offer you his. Your sweater got caught on something? He will silently help you get it out. Although he may not say much to you, he communicates his feelings through his actions. 

Kai/Jongin

✾ If you think Xiumin or Kyungsoo are shy, you have not yet met Kai with a crush. He turns into absolute mush the moment he sees you, giggling and blushing whenever you do as much as breathing. You can't even see him because he has resorted to hiding behind the other members, preferably Sehun or Chanyeol, as they are tall enough to obscure him completely.

✾ If he somehow musters up the courage to talk to you, good luck having it go anywhere because he can barely make it through a sentence without giggling. It is obvious to everyone around him that he is smitten with you; his laughs are awkwardly loud, and his eyes are literally shooting hearts.

✾ The moment he manages to ask you to dance, his shy demeanour completely changes. His movement… His expressions… The way he is smirking at you… Maybe you should go and ask Chanyeol whether there is anything left of the holy water he borrowed from Baekyhun.

Sehun

✾ He has one of two ways of acting around his crush: either he acts super bratty or becomes painfully shy. It depends on whether he has met and talked to you before. But, if you are complete strangers, he would be so quiet, hiding in the furthest corner he can find.

✾ He will pester the members to go over and collect as much information as they can about you. They will do it because he will whine the entire night about it if they don't and, repeat with me, what Sehun wants, Sehun gets. The members try to convince Sehun to go talk to you himself, but Sehun stubbornly refuses. Bro will be playing the Maknae card harder than he ever has in his entire life.

✾ In the end, he will drag Suho with him, trying to 'casually' strike up a conversation with you. The small talk is painful, and in all honesty, Suho, with his dad jokes, isn't helping in the slightest. At the very least, it provides the two of you with a new conversational topic: the teasing of Suho.

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I had this very sad idea..can we have a reader who has like this terminal illness and they don't really have much time to live yk? Like maybe 6 or 5 months. So they try to hide it from their partner but fail to. How do u think lookism characters would react to this?

Lookism Cast x Gender Neutral Reader (Angst)

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥) 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲) 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬/𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞-𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 :)

It might not be obvious that he's a sweetheart at times but he's the complete opposite of it. He's so loyal to you. When your symptoms started to show up, he's always there to take care of you. He even left his work behind to make sure you're eating and sleeping well.

But sadly life is no fairy tale as your sickness started to get worse. You decided to set up a schedule for your check-up alone as you don't want to bother him with his duties. You thought that it's just a severe headache or your body being simply tired and needed pills to ease the pain. But your world shattered into pieces when your doctor finally revealed the results that you have a terminal disease. Everyone in your position will panic as the promises, goals in life, and dreams that you made to yourself, to your family, to your friends, and most especially to him may come to an end. As panicked as you are, of course you didn't announced this big news to them as you don't want them to feel distressed at your situation.

Yet your loved ones and him noticed your sudden change of energy. The change of your face and body that was once energetic and productive seemed to have changed for the worse. Eyes hollow, your daily routine changed as you started to stay in your bed for longer hours, and you sometimes eating less. He's really worried at you but you just brushed it off saying that you're fine, lying to them as you want to keep the burden to yourself. There would be times that you would accidentally lash out your stress and anger about yourself to him, which makes him surprised and confused about why you are acting like this. "Y/N Can you just let me-" "WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE FOR A MOMENT?! YOU KEPT BOTHERING ME WITH SIMPLE THINGS THAT I CAN DO FOR MYSELF." you replied in a bold tone as you can almost see him tearing up at your sudden aggression. "What? Love, w-why are you acting like this?". he muttered, his face scrunched feeling like a hindrance yet you want him to feel the exact opposite, you trying to force yourself not to burst down crying with him right now. Well, what's the point of living when you only have years or probably just months left? Is the only answer you can think about yet you have lost courage to say it in front of him as you don't want him to become more puzzled as he is with your recent behavior.

But it didn't took long for him to finally know your secret. Since your place has turned into a mess like your life and health, he insisted to help you out in cleaning your apartment/bed room. Just as he's wiping off the dust in the shelf and drawers, he saw your medical tests some of the x-rays, medical bills, and receipts of the pills that you have to take to reduce the chance of your illness getting worse and lengthen your chance of surviving. His mind would pause to think for seconds as he finally realized what's happening and what's your situation. Is this why you're acting distant to him? To your family and to your friends? Is this why he's not seeing you happy and energetic like you supposed to be? What about your plans with him? Most especially, what about your health? Your physical and mental wellness?

He'll try to approach you softly since he doesn't want to overwhelm you despite him having a mental crisis and being emotional about why you didn't open up about it. "Babe, what's this?" he confronted you while showing the medical papers making you dropped the dishes on the sink that you are washing. "HEY-W-Where did you find that?" you stuttered, you rubbing your hands and arms on your apron and rushed to him while he examines your medical sheets. "Love, be honest with me. I-Is this why you're acting different?" he asked as you can see his mouth turn into a frown, his eyebrows scrunching in distress while his orbs turn red as tears fall down his cheeks. "Well.. I... I tried to speak up about it but... I'm scared that you'll worry too much and work harder just for the bills. I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." you sobbed as he drops the papers on the floor, him hugging and comforting you as he realized that you're scared to leave him and leave everyone who became dear to you.

After that confrontation, you'll start to open up to him about what you're going through. You explaining that you only had few years to live and you'll be considered lucky if you lasted longer. Hearing this from you shatters his heart like fragile glass. Listening to this is enough for him to spiral into a pit of depression when he realizes that he can only spend some remaining years with the love of his life. He wanted you to stay with him longer. He wants to see you reach your own dreams and he wants to have a family with you in the near future. But this obstacle is challenging your relationship right now, but that doesn't mean that he'll quickly give up. He'll make sure that you'll live and cherish your life longer.

He'll make sure that he'll attend with you with every check-ups that you're scheduled in. He'll even prepare you healthy snacks even when he's not so confident about his cooking skills, make sure that you're taking your medications in the right time, and he'll cuddle with you in bed. And there would be lots of times that you'll have soft talks with him about the things that you missed doing with him like going out on dates even when it's not your anniversary or even if there's no special occasion. But you remained to be thankful for being gifted that you have a partner like him who remained patient and understanding about your situation. You may not notice that he's trying to force back his tears again as he doesn't want to make you upset when you talk about your thoughts. Your pain is even killing him more, mentally and emotionally.

When you started staying in the hospital when you're condition is starting to get worse, he started to staying and spending more time with you. He even abandons his work/studies at times which makes you genuinely worried that he may get sued for leaving his responsibilities behind. But he doesn't care anymore if he needs to leave you alone in the hospital room. But he's also stressed about how he's going to pay the medical bills if he doesn't get up and work. Luckily, his family and his friends are considerate enough to help him out in taking good care of you. It takes a while for the both of you to adjust with your new lifestyle, but you're really glad to spend more time with them as they'll even surprise you in your birthdays!

And when he's starting to feel stressed out about your bills and your remaining time left, he'll unexpectedly burst into tears no matter what time or place he's in. As much as you don't want him to see him like this, his eyes would water down when he's beside you on the bed while kissing your hand a bunch of times. Him making eye-contact with your exhausted ones just triggers that familiar yet different kind of anxiety that he's feeling this past few days. His cries would be silent, but remember that the ones who tears up silently are the ones with the most worries, troubles, and burdens that's in their shoulders. "Don't leave me, you promised." he muttered while leaning on your lap while you pat and soothe his hair. "I won't. I promised to fight back right?" you whispered while he sobs even more, his tears staining the sheets yet you don't care about the mess as you try to comfort him even though you know that there's a possibility that the time may come for you no matter how hard you fought. "Love you... love you so and very much..." he would repeat to make you know that you're not alone in this battle. "I love you more darling." cooing him as you leaned closer to kiss his head to calm him down.

His friends and your family would notice his depressed state as he opens up about his fears of losing you, the person who made him love himself and to be open with new people. His friends would share a tear with him as they feel empathy, the feeling of loosing their special someone in the hands of a deadly disease. They would give him a few encouraging and soft pats on his back and shoulders to ease himself up. But no matter what methods of comfort they tried to lift up his spirits, his monsters would eat him wholly as the darkness would linger in his mind.

He's the type to cuddle with you on the hospital bed despite him being hesitant that you'll feel squished when he sleeps beside you. But if you insist to, his wish is to make you happy and content so he'll gently place himself beside you. And he'll sing you a lullaby or your favorite song if you asked to. He'll get nervous when you asked him to as he's afraid that him singing when you drift of to sleep maybe your final goodbye to him. "Silly, I'm not going away. I just wanna hear your voice, please?" you begged as he chuckles while kissing your head leisurely. "Okay. I'll sing for you."

⤷ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐞), 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞, 𝐉𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧 & 𝐉𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤, 𝐉𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐰𝐚𝐤, 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐰𝐨𝐧, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐧, 𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 (𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲), 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐨 (𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞), 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐘𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐤, 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐍𝐨. 𝟏) 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐞 (𝐃𝐆), 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐦 (𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦), 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐞𝐢, 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞, 𝐇𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐡𝐧, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛 𝐉𝐢

A/N: I want it to make it short but powerful. (Literally sobbing rn while writing this I remember my grandma who passed away years ago and I didn't even gave her a proper goodbye). But ty for requesting.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐞𝟎𝟖. 𝐑𝐞-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐲!

[danieyells]

Hello! Thank you so much for posting the guys’ voicelines! If it’s not too much trouble, could I ask for Yuri’s and Ritsu’s? I’ve been especially curious about Yuri’s since reading his line at the beginning of the game if you choose him lol Again, thank you so much!!

(i posted ritsu's separately!)

no anon you may not study yuri. yuri studies you. how dare you. bad guinea pig! you get no experiment tonight!

the rest of you, however, may come appreciate the good doctor with me. You can come too studying anon i won't tell yuri

some of his lines really kinda subverted my expectations of his character? /affectionate) like i thought he would be quite different! not to say his profile is dishonest, but. . .idk lol i love him he's. . .he's special.

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"What are you dawdling for? Change out of those rags and report to my lab immediately!"

"You should feel honored to be chosen as the test subject of Dr. Yuri Isami, genius and visionary!"

"Jiro! Jiro!! What on earth are you doing!?"

he calls for jiro the way a parent calls for their kid who's minding their business in another room--

"Lowbrow schools of thought with the gall to oppose my research will bear a mark of shame for generations to come. One day, the world will be forced to acknowledge me."

i realized this early on since i chose him in the pre-prologue so i always had access to him on the home screen but. since anomalies have to be kept secret from the world he kind of can't be acknowledged for what he does in the long run, can he? since he specifically works in anomalous medical sciences much of what he does and works with has to be kept only within the institute's understandings. . . .

"I always preserve the lives of my patients. I cannot make guarantees for any other parts of them, however."

sure you're a disembodied head in a jar but you are a living disembodied head in a jar! don't worry they'll get you a new body!!

"I ask their cooperation for the sake of the future of humanity, and this is what I get!? Jiro, how much do we have left in our research budget!?"

You've Got Mail:

"What madness is this? Why do you have unread messages!? Check them immediately! Research is a race against time!"

Affinity 1:

"What a bracing morning. Jiro, prepare my wake-up tonic."

is 'wake-up tonic' a fancy way of saying coffee or do you have some mixture of herbs and spices that wakes you up

Affinity 2:

"Are you injured or ill? Oh dear, how unfortunate. I shall begin the experi— Ahem, the treatment, immediately."

the way he says this is so incredible but tumblr will not let me upload the video for some reason he is so hype to try putting strange things in you.

Affinity 3:

"Jiro's not feeling well, you say? Very well. I shall test my latest formula on him."

Affinity 4:

"Oh, it's you. And here I thought I had a patient. I am currently reviewing today's lessons, so please leave unless you're here for treatment."

he's very studious for a genius. not a lot of the ghouls actually go to class.

Affinity 5:

"Wha... Wh-Where did you come from!? Th-Th-Th-This!? It is a medical journal! The Ace Doctor Wows Minds In Another World Thesis!"

MY GUY IS READING ISEKAI MANGA ABOUT DOCTORS AND PROJECTING do you think he reads like hentai about doctors and scientists too. probably not right he's too haughty to think about things like that before they happen

Affinity 6:

"The only blood I stain myself with is that atop the operating table. On missions, I have Jiro to fight in my stead."

it's okay to say you're just not much of a fighter lmao

Affinity 7:

"Anomalous medical science is uncharted territory. Should I become its pioneer, all will bow before my intellect until the end of time... Ha ha... Ah ha ha ha ha!"

Affinity 8:

"Hmph. We have no time to spare on your drivel. Hurry up, Jiro!"

Affinity 9:

"It's about time for Jiro's check-up... Hm? Wake up, Jiro! I've discovered an abnormality already!"

Affinity 10:

"Hmm, this case is somewhat complex... No, there's no need for my expertise here. Jiro, prepare to operate immediately."

'this is too complicated for a human but not too complicated to be jiro's problem!' disregard that jiro may be smarter than him. . . .

Affinity 11:

"Prepare the new formula, Jiro. A specimen has arrived. What? You're not here for treatment?"

listen sometimes you just wanna pay someone a visit! it's not my fault you live in a goddamn hospital.

Affinity 12:

"I will soon be finished with today's lessons— then I shall return to the lab to confirm the status of my latest test subject."

this is between 11 and 4pm, so you're basically just hearing him talk about his plans for after school lmao just normal student things!!!

Affinity 13:

"Why yes, I attended every lesson today, as always. All studies are linked, after all. Though it takes a mind such as mine to recognize that."

I DON'T THINK IT'S THAT HARD TO SEE THE LINK BETWEEN MEDICINE AND EVERYTHING. . .UNLESS YOU JUST DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ILLNESSES OR MEDICINE. . . .

Affinity 14:

"What is that slovenly visage, worm? Tell me, do you have an excuse for looking more emaciated than me when I spent all night researching? I didn't think so!"

would you like my laundry list of reasons i look tired yuri because i can get it

Affinity 15:

"I must personally administer Jiro's shots three times a day. The treatment is rather unique, you see."

'you see i use my peni--'

Affinity 16:

"You have business with Jiro? Not before bringing it to me, you don't. He is merely my assistant—as house captain, it is I who possesses the authority."

no talking to his son assistant without going through him first! sorry anon who asked for an appointment with jiro yuri has to approve it

Affinity 17:

"I'm busy with my experiments. Go back to your dorm and ready yourself for your next appointment. Jiro, see her home."

i feel like he doesn't want you to see what he does to his other test subjects. . .not because they die or anything, they always live, it's just a little gruesome to see. He's not as rough with you. And he needs to make sure you keep coming back. And he needs to make sure you get home safe, so he's sending Jiro with you.

Affinity 18:

"Even harmful anomalies can have use as medicinal ingredients... This is the sort of immeasurable value my work provides."

isn't that common knowledge in the medical world though. . .i mean obviously getting the right balance is crucial but that's not an entirely new concept, 'let's use the harmful thing for something good'--

Affinity 19:

"Don't forget that body of yours is a vital specimen! Is it not common knowledge that lack of sleep is the root of all illness!?"

DON'T YOU AND JIRO REGULARLY PULL ALL NIGHTERS IF NOT FOR DAYS AT A TIME?????? maybe yuri is just immune to illness. . . .

Affinity 20:

"Good morning, M... M... M... My,  what an adequate morning it is, no!? Hmph... Don't confuse me like that..."

IF YOU DIDN'T CHOOSE YURI IN THE PRE-PROLOGUE IT'S IMPORTANT TO KNOW. . .when Yuri jumps he says "goodbye, mama."

In Japanese it's somewhat more apparent that he's about to call you 'mama' in the voiceline. Maybe it's just my interpretation based on lines 23 and 24, but I think something happened to his mother where he failed to save her with surgery and at higher affinity he begins to project that need to save terminal/cursed patients' lives on you in particular. And he starts to think of you the way he thinks of his mother, but also as his favorite test subject. That or it's a loop/timeline thing and you're actually his mother--do you guys think he'd be able to be convinced into mommy kink shit he clearly has mommy issues it might help

Affinity 21:

"Mark my words, I'll have those pompous, preening parasites at Frostheim kneeling before me..."

man they do not like frostheim here in mortkranken. the fact that this is so high up is like. . .i wonder if there's some serious beef here.

Affinity 22:

"Jiro's gone!? ...So be it, then. I grant you the privilege of being my assistant for the day. Be grateful, worm."

jiro will come back when he needs his medication, it's fine! woohoo! do we get a nurse outfit!?

Affinity 23:

"There is no life I can't save... There can't be... I am Yuri Isami...the genius visionary doctor..."

it sounds like he's downright scared to fail to save a life.

Affinity 24:

"My next surgery must be a success... I... I cannot afford another failure..."

i am once again assuming his mother died on the operating table while he was trying to save or otherwise help her and he's extremely traumatized by it. on the other hand would he say 'goodbye mama' if she weren't still alive? maybe she's alive but she's in a coma or hospice or critical condition or something. and he's studying anomalous medicine to figure out how to save her.

Affinity 25(max):

"You belong to me. I will never hand you over to another researcher... (gasp) N-N-N-No, you've misunderstood! I-I just...!"

i'm literally the doctor's favorite lab rat because i am so obedient and intelligent and-- he blushes in the second line--he meant it as a test subject/lab rat or assistant thing but he also accidentally said how he really felt at the same time. . . . But you're his, he will be the one to save you, when he stands atop the world as world renowned genius anomalous medical doctor yuri isami you will stand by him as his proudest subject who's helped him confirm many theories and save many others' lives and he will work so hard to keep you well you are his and he doesn't want anyone else to learn what he can learn from you--

Spring:

"Struggling with pollen allergies? I have a new formula here developed in Mortkranken, shall I test it on you?"

"Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm! Hmm hmm hmm! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm! Pa rum!"

so i don't know enough classical music to be able to tell what the songs he hums are, but if anyone wants to give it a shot i can try uploading the audios of him lol just lmk

"Which house's ghouls are out in the field at present? Oh my, I do hope they come back with some exciting injuries."

i wonder who his favorites to fix up are. . .on the one hand, he hates frostheim. so he might wanna be rougher with them or subject them to more unique experiments and make them admit his intelligence and skill. on the other hand obscuary must be the most interesting ones to work on since they're so unique?

"When did the cherry blossoms bloom...? The changing of the seasons seems rather superfluous when I am engaged in my research."

Summer:

"Jiro, make a record of today's temperature. We need to take the changing climate into for illnesses particular to summer."

"Darkwick will provide me the materials I need for my research, provided they fall within our budget... But that is simply insufficient."

have you tried selling organs? taiga says it's very lucative. surely you have some lying around?

"Hmm...hmm...hmm...hmm... hmm hmm hmm hmm, Pa pa pa pa pa pa rum!"

"Why do you look so distressed? If the heat is proving too much for you, I can prescribe you something to lower your body temperature."

Autumn:

"Why must a peerless genius such as myself be saddled with performing piddling health checks for the new students!? It's asinine!"

aren't you the only legitimate doctor in this place by your own admission!?

"A trip to admire the fall foliage? Why yes, I am interested. After all, I'm sure Jabberwock's mountains possess all sorts of undiscovered ingredients. Let's get going."

just make sure you ask towa before taking anything. . .he might not appreciate you messing with his plants. . . .

"Sports...? Hmph, such nonsense is entirely superfluous to my life. Why needlessly expend energy in such a manner?"

"Hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmm!"

Winter:

"Freude! Schöner! Götter! Funke! Tochter aus Elyyyyyyysium!"

HE IS SINGING ODE TO JOY IN THE ORIGINAL GERMAN.

"Eureka! A new formula utilizing an anomalous plant that only grows in subzero temperatures has been discovered, by...! Jiro..."

c'mon yuri be proud of your vice captain!

"Our research budget for the new year is nearly spent... Come, Jiro! We're going to negotiate with the faculty!"

"I despise the snow. It brings nothing but revolting memories... There, we're done with today's checkup. Any other questions?"

. . .what happened between Yuri and Frostheim. Or did he hate the snow first and Frostheim just happened to have a lot of it and also piss him off? I WANNA KNOW. Jin also hates Mortkranken and gets mad if you suggest he go there when he's sick so it's possibly mutual???

His birthday:

"You...remembered my birthday!? Ahem... If you wish to give me a present, make it either a talented assistant or a useful test subject."

people don't remember his birthday much i assume. . .or they tend to stay away from him so much he just doesn't get much attention or appreciation.

Your birthday:

"I am here to celebrate your birthday. Do you feel honored? I've prepared a new formula for you. Let's continue this in the lab, shall we?"

your birthday present is being part of more experiments! aren't you honored???

New Years:

"Happy New Year. I am on my way to make my first shrine visit. You didn't think me the type? I-It's just a tradition!"

Valentine's Day:

"Hmm, my blood sugar was just starting to drop. I suppose you do have it in you to be considerate every now and then... Pardon? Valentine's Day? ...(gasp)"

oh he has never gotten valentine's day chocolates before has he. or at least not recently.

White Day:

"I suppose I can concede you have proven yourself useful in the lab, worm. ...This is a token of my gratitude."

he didn't blush when he got the gift but he did blush giving you one so. . .i'm taking it this isn't obligation chocolate.

April Fool's Day:

"Hmph, did you honestly think you could fool me? I won't fall for your cheap tricks. I've already been fooled by Jiro seven times today!"

comically jiro's says he doesn't remember pulling any tricks on yuri at all. . .so yuri may be assuming anything he dislikes or is inconvenienced by is a trick lol

Halloween:

"Trick or treat! I have coordinated the ultimate matching costumes for Jiro and I... Yes, perfect."

the fact that he wanted to match costumes with jiro is so cute. . .like he really has this goofy side that doesn't come out much, but it seems like he enjoys celebrations and relaxed things, he's just too busy to engage in them. he likes isekai manga and holiday traditions and costumes. . .then again there's coordination and order involved in a matching halloween costume. so maybe he just likes the order and structure of it all.

Christmas:

"Merry Christmas. You can hand me my present at your earliest convenience. You did prepare one for me, didn't you!?"

he's surprised you remembered his birthday and valentine's day but he expects a christmas gift???

Idle:

"I am a very busy man, so if you don't require examination, then we're done here."

"Hmph. You really think yourself important enough to make a genius like myself wait around!?"

Absent:

"Where on earth have you been, worm!? Next time you plan on taking an extended leave of absence, I expect you to inform me in advance!"

THERE WE GO. after yesterday where tumblr decided to freak out on me and just fuckin delete it all i'm glad it's out of the way today lol. I REALLY LOVE YURI HE REALLY FEELS SO. . .PATHETIC. he's the self-reinforcing type who really feels the need to hype up his own greatness and reinforce his authority while, as you get closer to him, letting you see how vulnerable he is and how scared he is of failure. and at first you're a specimen and a lab rat but after getting close enough he shoos you away from his experiments and you can even be his assistant(in jiro's absence) instead. . .his profile makes him sound very in control and aggressive but he doesn't really seem that way in his voicelines i guess? and here and there he's goofy and caring. . .he's kind of a loser(affectionate)!

one of my favorite characters lolol i am so looking forward to the mortkranken chapter because that's going to be so dramatic i bet. . . .

[iamgodsoopsie]

Astarion Headcanons (that you probably won't like) Pt. 1:

Part 2 link

BG3 does an excellent job at depicting SA trauma and the beginning of the healing process/journey. Many of the headcanons I've seen floating around (intentionally or unintentionally) gloss over the uglier side of healing from (prolonged) trauma. I'm not judging anyone for magically healing him, he's fictional after all, but I'd like to make some more ...realistic... headcanons.

Disclaimer: Everyone's healing process looks different, but they tend share commonalities. These headcanons are based on my own experiences. Not everyone who is healing from their trauma will experience what I have or have experienced it like I have.

[Please don't message me with explicit details about your trauma. I am at the point in my healing journey where I can share my experiences, and commiserate with other's similar experiences, but I am unable to support others in a more personal manner at this time. I wish you the best of luck in your healing process/ journey.]

Spoiler warning

Mental illness, SA, & DV Trigger Warnings

These headcanons are based on an Astarion who is still a spawn and romantically involved with a Tav who honestly loves him and isn't abusive or manipulative. Also Cazador is dead and Astarion got to stab him. They also assume that he himself does not turn into Cazador 2.0 or Wish.com Cazador.

He needs a LOT of love and patience. Which, frankly, many people don't have.

He's messy af. If "Damn bitch, you live like this?" was a person it'd be him. C-PTSD is a hell of a drug. I think he wants to be more organized and clean than he is, it's just going to be a looong process for his inside appearance to match his outside appearance. (His appearance may stay mostly the same or drastically change).

---Don't believe me? Just look at the outside of his tent: it's mostly organized and sophisticated, but the inside is messy and he sleeps on a plank of wood with a threadbare stained blanket.

He'll struggle with control issues rooted in his anxiety until he finds a way to channel that energy in to something productive and/or healthy.

---He'll veer between controlling micromanager (aggressive) and door mat (people pleasing/ passive) until he finds his (assertive) middle ground.

Anger issues ahoy! He went through "200 years of shit. PURE SHIT!" and had to dissociate/repress his feelings to 'survive'.

---Stabbing Cazador was cathartic, but it only released the surface level of his repressed rage.

-----An interesting line from the game that I haven't seen enough people talk about: When you tell Astarion to keep his cool when Cazador is goading him, Cazador scoffs and sarcastically asks Tav if they've witnessed his "fits of rage". (Of course a "fit of rage" to Cazador is probably Astaion having a slight frown when Cazador wants him to smile and be a pretty toy to show off.)

He will try to push you away and 'test' you to see if you stay consistent in respecting him and his boundaries. He needs to make sure you don't turn into a Cazador when you two are in an argument. He needs to be sure that his "No" is respected when in a steamy moment after a dry spell.

---This probably won't be as intense as it otherwise would've been because of what you two went through together, but he'll still do it.

-----He probably doesn't realize what he's doing, and when he does he'll shame spiral.

I hope you are prepared to patiently give lots of reassurance and affirmation about the same things over and over again.

---It'll sometimes seem as though he is seeking permission, but if you ever act as though you are giving him permission instead of affirmation/ reassurance he will become very defensive.

He's indecisive but unwilling to listen to your input.

---He went from 200 years of having no control or ability to make his own decisions to suddenly being free, he's going to feel overwhelmed.

-----He'll eventually realize that you have his best interest at heart and that you are not telling him what to do, you're offering suggestions to help him make an informed decision.

There's so much more but I'm tired. He'll eventually heal and live a happy and healthy life, but it'll be a bumpy road to get there.

[autumnmobile12]

I’m hoping that as Nocturne continues, that there might be some eventual parallels between Alucard and Richter.

I’ve mentioned in another post I don’t really like Richter.  I’m not going to reiterate the entire thing, but the long and short of it is I found his character unnecessarily mean-spirited.  Some of his dialogue really rubbed me the wrong way and I didn’t find his lines all that funny.  But it’s this specific line to Tera that sealed the deal with me disliking him.

“And you just happened to stumble upon it one day while you were out picking flowers?”

Um, what the fuck?  She raised you, gave you a safe place to grow up, has been a surrogate mother to you, and has shown you nothing but kindness and support, and you’re going to talk to her like that?  What an asshole.

And this is the difference between Richter and Trevor’s characters.  Trevor is an asshole, but did he ever talk to Sypha or her grandfather this way?  No.  Did he talk to Alucard this way?  Well…yeah, but also observe Alucard also woke up snarky and began insulting him from minute one, so we can argue they are delightfully matching each other’s energy with a vengeance.

But I’m not gonna lie…for the first two seasons, I also didn’t like Alucard’s character all that much and for the same reasons.  I’m a little biased as I generally don't like protagonists who are just mean for no reason.  We all know someone like that in real life, whether they’re a relative or a co-worker or a boss, so why deal with it in fiction?  Okay yeah, I get that it’s often part of a character arc and symbolism for growth and finding maturity.  I understand why storylines like this are necessary, but I’m still gonna hate the little shits for the duration they’re assholes.

So Alucard…the way he treats Trevor in the first two seasons is also pretty crappy behavior.

“I imagine one sacrifices a chicken, and divines the location of the book you want from the intestines. Maybe Belmont has a crystal ball in here you could ask. ….  Your ancestors were apparently mentally ill hoarders.  I fully expect to find family cats mummified under some of these shelves.  Unless your family preferred to eat them.”

You’re gonna talk to your comrade like that…in his own home…where his entire family was brutally slaughtered by a mob....possibly right in front of him?  Yeah, real charming, Alucard.  And this is the tone for his character in the beginning.  There is the point where Sypha calls him out and tells him to stop testing Trevor, but I think there’s another element at play.  “…and he’s a drunk and he’s self-destructive and anyone trying to hold on to him may as well be dragged down with him.”  He isn’t just testing him, he’s judging him and he’s already decided he’s a useless drunk who got lucky and happened to win a few fights.

All right, now that I’ve dragged him through the mud, I’m going to pull back and assess the wider perspective of Alucard’s full character arc.  Alucard’s growth follows the line of the spoiled brat who experienced hardship and had to grow up because of it.  I think Alucard lived a very sheltered life before his mother died, and his actions and dialogue in the Belmont Hold are the strongest indicator to this.  We clearly see he’s disgusted by the trophies and the history of murder against the vampires, and he is not shy about voicing his contempt towards the family’s entire purpose.  He’s right, though.  With the presence of the infant skull in the display case, we do get the very subtle nod that the Belmonts, for all their claims of virtue and protecting humanity, have also committed atrocities.  He does have a right to his anger against Trevor and his family.

But what’s absent from Alucard’s character here is the fact he doesn’t seem to consider the atrocities the vampires have committed against his mother’s people.  To the vampires, humans are food, livestock, and a lesser species.  Godbrand brutally murders several humans in his flashback with no clear intent on actually eating them, so he kills for sport.  Cho torments the humans in her court by amusing herself with duels to the death that only she can win.  Not a humane way to treat the vampire equivalent of livestock.  And exactly how long does Erzsebet Báthory keep those girls chained up while she drains them of blood?

Why does Alucard condone what the vampires do to humans and at the same time condemns the Belmonts for hunting the vampires?

The answer:  I don’t think he did because I don’t think he was fully aware of these scenarios.  Think about it, he had no knowledge of Dracula’s Generals and the only thing he talked about regarding his father was the tragedy of his madness and how killing him would be destroying centuries of knowledge.  I think Dracula wanted him to have a peaceful life and fed him the more rosy-colored version of their history.  Maybe he intended to tell him one day, and that day kept being put off by the sentiment,  “He’s a boy.  Let him continue to be a boy.”

Alucard lives his peaceful childhood until it comes to a screeching halt when Lisa is killed, so I honestly think there is an innocence behind his upbringing that gave him a very clear bias against the Belmonts that was completely justified in some elements and not so much in others.  There’s also the point that he keeps referencing Trevor as a drunk, which is very much condescension.  It’s not until Season 3, after he’s experienced his traumas and has fallen into his own slump of grief that his attitude towards Trevor changes.   There’s still ribbing between the pair, but it’s not the same cutting remarks that we saw back in Season 2.  Alucard walked a mile in Trevor’s shoes, and that mile was bitter.

...

So where I stand with Nocturne:  Richter has started off in a way similar to Alucard.  He lost his mother at a young age, but aside from that, he grew up safe and loved in a stable home, has a good relationship with Tera and Maria, and has otherwise led a relatively peaceful life. Even in the midst of the French Revolution, they don't seem like suffering peasants.  Like Alucard before his world truly went to hell, Richter also didn’t have a full concept of what real hardship looks like.  This is apparent when he’s all confidence and bravado, going around and yelling he’s the ‘last of the Belmonts’ and he ‘kills vampires’ and “Who’s next?”  And then Olrox shows up and he cows him right back into the scared, little boy he’s pretending he’s not.

And so not only is there a parallel between Richter and Alucard, but there is also a big one between Trevor and Annette.  Both of them have suffered through their own individual hardships, both losing their loved ones in some of the most brutal ways imaginable, but those same hardships gave them their pride and their poignant maturity and cynicism in how they see the world.  Granted, the difference between Trevor and Annette is she never lost her purpose or her will to fight despite having been dealt the worse lot of having been born a slave, but still…Trevor never ran away from his nightmares like Richter did.  Even though Annette and Trevor have their moments when they are scared, both of them stood up and said,  “Fuck it, I have a bastard to kill and if I die killing them, so be it.”  They don’t give an absolute damn.  They took their pain and they wore it like armor.

“Killing you was the point.  Living was a luxury.”

“If I let my past terrify me, I’d never be free of it.”

…

Compared to them, Richter is a spoiled brat who has yet to grow up.

And I think Alucard’s going to be right there with him saying,  “Don’t worry.  I was like you once and we’ll get there together.”

[ur-dad-satan]

MC was helping Solomon test some potions for their class when he hands them a bright orange potion in a sciency looking flask and tells them to drink it. Once they do, there are no physical changes, but MC feels strong. Through trial and error, the two find out that MC is now inhumanly strong, and they just had to show everyone. This is how I think the brothers (and Dia) would react to MC picking them up and putting them on their hip.

(the youngest 3 bros and Dia)

*.*.*.*.*.

Asmodeus

MC walked into Asmo's room, and he ran and hugged them as if he hadn't seen them in days. It had literally only been a few hours since they last saw each other but whatever. MC picked him up, spun him around and placed him on their hip.

Asmo would be in complete shock.

"MC! I didn't know you were so strong!!"

Asmo audibly loves it and is having the time of his life.

Of course, he would ask how it happened and be absolutely amused.

"Imagine if you were this strong all the time! We could have so much fun!"

He would let his mind wander and squeeze MC tight.

He would not let MC leave his room until the effects wore off.

(If the effects even do wear off)

Beelzebub

MC went past the kitchen and saw Beel rummaging around the kitchen. MC tried to tell him to get out of the fridge, but he complained that he was just looking for a snack. Unfortunately, for Beel, MC physically pulled him out of the fridge and placed that giant beefy boy on their hip with an exasperated smile.

"... MC what the fuck?"

Beel was completely perplexed and slightly scared.

MC would explain how it was Solomon's fault and Beel would be slightly less perturbed.

"I'm not going to lie to you, MC; I'm terrified right now."

MC would eventually calm him down and he would realize it's not that bad.

Beel would slowly notice that he kinda feels weightless and ends up kinda liking it.

"I still don't understand this completely, but I guess it's not that bad."

He'll hug them to show no ill will but ask to be put down. He'll even mention that he would rather lift them up.

And he would do so and MC would kiss his cheek

Belphegor

Belphie was asleep in the middle of the floor in the common room. The only reason MC knew, was because they tripped over him on their way to their room. MC tried to wake him, but he barely opened his eyes; that is until they lifted him up by his armpits like a small child and put on the human's hip.

Belphie's eyes would shoot open as he's fully awake now.

"I know I'm smaller than most of my brothers but how the fuck?"

MC would explain and Belphie would swear to kill Solo if it left any permanent effects.

Then he would realize how this would look to a prying eye and immediately hate it.

"Put me down. Right now."

He would probably try to wiggle and push away a bit but end up being too tired.

He would stay mad about it until he realizes he can sleep on MC like this.

Immediate mood change; Belphie would wrap his arms around MC and go back to sleep with a contented smile.

Diavolo

MC was walking past the student council room at RAD when Dia's voice rang out to them. MC knew that was the chance to surprise him with their new strength. They walked in and asked Diavolo if they could show him something which, of course, he agreed to. He was not prepared to be picked up and placed on the human's hip when he stood up.

His eyes lit up when it registered where he was.

"MC! Why are you suddenly so strong?!"

Dia is loving it. He's ecstatic even though he knows this isn't normal.

"MC how did this happen?"

MC will explain and Dia will listen intently listen.

For some reason, the whole situation would be absolutely hilarious to him. He would be cracking up for a hot minute.

"While this is very humorous, I am curious as to whether or not this potion will have any long-term effects on you as a human."

He's still made no move to indicate that he wants to be let down. In fact, he would wrap his arms around MC and pull them in tighter.

"This is so exciting! May we stay like this for a bit longer?"

He's also using this as an excuse to not do his paperwork.

15 notes and I'll do the last 4 undatables (sorry no Thirteen, Raph or Mephisto bc I don't know enough about them)