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[rosenecklaces]

ELAIN ARCHERON + TUMBLR POSTS PT.2

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[sserajeans]

just for a moment

hanni pham x fem! reader

synopsis: you and your co-star are tasked to make a song for your web drama's soundtrack. your co-star happens to be a childhood friend whom you've had history with.

genre + others: lsrfm! reader, idol au, childhood friends to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff, second chance ish?

notes: not requested, PLS READ THE LYRICS IT'LL MATTER!!!!, how i look delaying yail update 😂😂, also yes another hsmtmts inspired oneshot, pics from @/wiotas

"what do we even fucking write about?"

"y/n..."

"sorry..."

how did you get here? glad you asked!

it's the year 2025, and a team of producers at hybe are on the works for a minor project: a web drama promoting support for the lgbtq+.

you've talked about how odd it was to your best friend, and groupmate, yunjin.

"probably good for publicity, girl. like 'make everyone know we're not homophobic!' kinda thing." was all she had to say about it, which was likely true anyways.

you were convinced the casting was done at random honestly, but it was obvious they wanted a mix of groups to garner more attention. and that landed you the lead role with, you guessed it, ms. hanni pham!

why you two when you each had members who fit the actress role better? well, that's where you thought the random part came to play.

filming wasn't much of an issue. you were comfortable with hanni, and you two worked well on and off screen, just as expected considering your history. the director even pointed out your "remarkable chemistry", but she didn't have to know why it was that way.

as a matter of fact, you guys were about to wrap up in a few days. it was a wild past couple of weeks, but it was nice to get to spend more time with hanni again.

i mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like you two cut each other off when you moved to korea, but the talking definitely decreased, and the filming made up for lost time!

now, on one of the last days of filming, your respective managers sat you two in a conference room together, and dropped the news that you'd have to compose a new song just for the web drama's soundtrack.

the task in itself didn't bother you at all, and you were sure it didn't bother hanni too. you two were experienced in songwriting and composing, your names on a couple of song credits to count, so this was actually much easier than acting.

the issue was that you had enough going on for certain... feelings to resurface.

you see, the plot of the web drama hit a little too close to home for you. i mean seriously, childhood friends with feelings for each other, but couldn't take things further due to complications, then having to work together acting in some play.

it sounded a lot like your story.

hell, they even had your character do swimming! the same sport you excelled in back in australia.

the only reason nothing has gotten too awkward on that note yet, was because of your other labelmates being there like boynextdoor's leehan, minji and danielle, even your fellow members kazuha and yunjin.

with them around, you got to reconnect with hanni, but with a couple safe boundaries! now that you two were tasked to work on something alone though? you were scared things were going to be different.

so that's what brought you two here, together, in the music room. hanni seated facing the table with a pen and paper, you on the floor with your guitar in hand.

you were strumming to any chord shape that could come to mind in hopes of finding a melody that you could build off of, and hanni was tapping the end of her pencil on her forehead for any word, lyric, or rhyme that could work.

nothing came.

so engrossed in your respective tasks, the two of you didn't notice a shadow behind the translucent door, so when a knock came, you levitated off the floor for a millisecond, and hanni let out a soft yelp.

"hey you two~"

huh yunjin.

"how are my besties doing!" she came in doing a little dance, first walking over to check on what hanni was writing before landing on the floor beside you.

"we're stuck." you muttered, head against the wall behind you.

"oh... i see." yunjin shrugged her eyebrows in confusion, because she had just came from peeking over at hanni's notebook and was 100% sure she had lines written down.

"well, let's see... you got the genre down that suits the two of you so there's that. romance obviously sells, so there's that too. maybe you guys should try... writing while in character?" yunjin did her best to help the two of you, as the mutual best friend and seasoned singer-songwriter. "or if there's an experience you guys have had before, that would definitely help. real raw emotion ya know?"

"anyways," the eldest huffed and got up from the floor, messing up your hair and hanni's before heading for the door to leave the room. "i gotta get going. you two don't come home too late okay?"

you and hanni nodded before resuming. after a couple minutes, you realized that maybe you two will have to be communicating more if it meant writing a song together.

"hey han, do you have anything written?" hanni froze for a second before turning around on her chair.

truth was she did. she wrote them down specifically as yunjin started telling you two to write based on experiences.

"i... uh... kind of? just a couple lines, i don't know how i feel about them though."

"can i take a look? might help a bit."

"oh yeah... sure..."

there was a hint of hesitance in her voice, but it'd look awfully suspicious if she scratched out lines right before you'd check.

"ah..." the initial reaction was surprise for you, and a million thoughts came racing through your head.

"yeah! it's nothing much... but i figured it was better than nothing...."

"no yeah! for sure! i'm kinda getting the vibe, wait here." you turned around and picked up your guitar from the floor and took a seat beside hanni. "uhm... okay let's try... this?"

you freestyled a riff on your guitar, allowing your fingers to move on its own to play what felt right. it resulted in one of the most simple yet enchanting melodies that seemed perfect for your song's intro.

"hey that sounds perfect! i love it!" hanni cheered and gave you a thumbs up. "okay so... since you're doing your little guitar intro, perhaps we have the first line written in your character's point of view?"

"sure... okay... uhm..." it took you a couple seconds to think of something, or to get in character on the spot. but then you remembered yunjin's advice.

an experience you guys have had before.

"uh... how's this..." you fiddled with your hands as hanni nodded along, telling you to go on with your suggestion. after about half a minute, you had a two-liner with some sort of melody that matched your guitar intro. "i fell in love with the only girl who knows what i'm about."

hanni froze for a second, which didn't go unnoticed by you, but continued nodding along as she wrote down the lines. "i like your voice in this genre."

"oh..." you looked up from your guitar and faced her side profile as she was still facing her notebook. you felt your face warm a little, but not too much for it to gain color. "that's a lot coming from you. i have your lee mujin service episode on loop."

hanni smiled, a sight you'd never get tired of seeing. "a fan, huh? which part's your favorite?" she turned to look at you, a smirk on her face to mask the flustered and proud version of herself having received praise for her work from you of all people.

she continued writing a line underneath yours, a sudden burst of inspiration coming over her.

"probably lucky."

of course it's the song about being in love with your best friend.

she chuckled at your answer. hanni wasn't dense, and she knew you weren't either.

okay maybe you were, just slightly, but you pick up on context clues.

but point is, she knew what that implied, and what everything that came between the two of you the past few weeks could've felt like for you.

but just as she was getting somewhere, her train of thought was interrupted by your "burst of epiphany", as one would call it.

"oh hey, hear this out. i think it sounds like chorus material." you tapped her shoulder and positioned your hands across the frets of your guitar. you sounded a lot happier, more energy than you did earlier in the day as you finally got a feel of what to write and play.

when we're underneath the lights, my heart's no longer broken, for a moment, just for a moment

in that moment, hanni's mind rushed with too many emotions. objectively, the melody was beautiful. your voice made it better, the guitar felt like it had a voice of its own, and the lyrics. god, the lyrics.

she knew for sure you felt what she felt.

the two of you stayed in that music room a couple more hours, discovering a new type of comfort in a person the other has always known. like reading a book you've had forever, and feeling a newfound joy in a character that has always been there.

by the end of the day, you and hanni seemed to have switched roles, your guitar in her hands, and her notebook in yours.

you were finishing up a final copy of the first half of the song along with chords in case you'd forget the sound. there was also a copy of the both of you singing on your respective voice note apps. (which, unbeknownst to you, would be on repeat for hanni later that night.)

"here we go." you sighed, it took a lot of effort trying to make handwriting like yours legible. you've always hated it. teachers back in elementary all throughout high school would always mark your papers low despite almost flawless answers, just for your handwriting.

"i've always liked your handwriting..." hanni muttered as she admired your written work, unknowingly smiling to herself.

"oh.. thanks. i've always hated it."

"i know." hanni looked up at you, observing the sheepish smile on your face. she knew all about why you hated it, and she understood, but to her, it was an art. a part of you. she thought, "that's why i like it."

there was partial truth into that. besides it being a funny add-on to hanni's compliment, it's always been her thing to love stuff about you that you hated, even if it was something as small as handwriting.

back when you two were together (or whatever that was you had back in australia before you left, neither of you stuck a label on it), she'd always talk long speeches about how your handwriting was an art. something so significantly you that you shouldn't change, and that even if you hated it, she'd love it twice as much in place of you.

as you two shared a couple more laughs, a notification popped up on both of your phones. yours first, then hanni's a second later.

a snort accidentally escaped your system as you read the texts. "sorry.. is it yunjin?"

hanni let out the loudest laugh before nodding and exchanging phones with you to read what the older sent to the other. it was the same message in different forms, panicking to get you home before chaewon freaked out and took it out on yunjin, then proceeding to fear minji and her "wrath".

despite laughing at your member's worry, the two of you stood up to pack up, which really didn't take much anyways. you slid your guitar in its case, hanni hid her notebook in her bag.

walking out of the room to the lobby together side by side was probably the most stomach-churning activity of the day. and you literally had to write a love song about each other with each other. but there was something in the way it felt when your hands touched.

as you reached the part of the building where you finally had to part ways, the two of you faced each other. both expecting something, but not quite sure with what they were expecting.

"i.. uh... it was nice to reconnect today." she started off, awfully awkward at it too.

"yeah... it was..." you smiled, hand reaching for the back of your neck to scratch. a nervous habit. "i'll let you know if i think of anything tonight."

"yeah, same here." hanni nodded back, though a pinch of disappointment evident on her face. maybe she was expecting more, or maybe it was too soon. "see you tomorrow?"

"yeah... see ya." you slowly turned around, head racing.

should you say something? should you save it for another time? would it make things awkward tomorrow?

screw it. live in the present, right?

"han... for the record, my heart does still stop when i see you."

[the-mighty-mittens]

I did a bunch of Castoff incorrect quotes, you wanna see?

Of course you do

1

Marina: Pick a card, any card.

Rori: Fine.

Marina: Wait, that's my credit card!

Rori: You said any card.

2

Marina: *running towards Arianna with open arms*

Arianna: *moves out of the way*

Marina: Hey, why'd you move?!

Arianna: I thought you were going to attack me.

Marina: I was going to hug you!

Arianna: Why would you hug me?

Marina: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

3

*when a child starts crying in public*

Sage: *tries to make the child laugh*

Frankie: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Marina: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Rori: *cries with the child*

Arianna: *ignores the child*

Vector: *is the reason why the child is crying*

4

Vector: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here.

Arianna:

Arianna: Vector, are you alright?

Vector: *sobs*

5

Vector: A sprite is anything not static.

Sage: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d.

Rori: A sprite is a fucking soda.

Rori: You god damn geekass bastards.

6

Vector: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

7

Vector: *walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out* Hi!

Rori: Hey- what are you doing-?

Vector, shoving an oreo into their mouth: I am saving space :D

8

Rori: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

9

Rori: You’re kind of a pushover, aren’t you, Vector?

Vector: …I’m sorry.

Rori: See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!

10

Arianna: Can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project?

Sage: Do it or you're straight.

Arianna: I said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

11

Arianna: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Arianna: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

12

Vector, texting Arianna: Arianna there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Vector: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Vector: Arianna

Vector: Arianna

Arianna: Arianna is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

13

Rori: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

14

Arianna: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet!

Frankie: No, please don't! I have a family to feed!

Arianna:

Arianna: What?

Frankie: I need to feed my Neopets!

15

Arianna: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Marina: Those are wanted posters!

16

Marina: An apple a day keeps the doctor away!

Rori: An apple a day can keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.

17

Vector: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Arianna: Cannibalism.

Vector: *confused chewing noises*

18

Sage: Where is Vector?

Marina: I'll do you one better, who is Vector??

Rori: Here's a better question, why is Vector?

19

Arianna: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

20

Vector: Arianna.. I'm gonna cry!

Arianna: Please don't.

Vector, crying: Request denied.

21

Arianna: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem.

22

Vector: What’s it like being tall?

Rori: Is it nice?

Vector: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Frankie: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

23

*in a group chat*

Marina: First one to reply is gat.

Marina: *gay

Marina: Wait...

24

Marina: What did you get on your shirt?

Rori: Rust.

Marina: From what?

Rori: Weapons.

Arianna: Time for more adult supervision.

Bonus Zebra herd quotes!

25

Zera: "You look tired" well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease.

26

Zera: Hi, who's this? Terran changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.

Liam: What's mine?

Zera: Dwarf.

Liam: THEY'RE SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!

Zera: Oh, hey Liam.

Liam: FUCK!

27

Liam: Oh gosh I wish I got more sleep I only got six hours!

Sonja: Six? I only got three!

Terran: You guys got sleep?

Zera, comes stumbling out of their room and grabs a jug of coffee before saying: What year is it??

28

Terran: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Liam: Ooh, yes please!

Zera, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Terran: It's not a bug though...

Zera: ...

Liam: ...

Zera: Well I still don't want to see.

Liam, realizing: Please don't throw-

Terran: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

29

Zera: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

[spyxfamilyanalysis]

Announcement! HELP REQUEST!!!

Sorry for being inactive recently ;-; Because of being too busy for school works and revision for final exams, I wasn't able to be active on Tumblr. I'll try to finish part 2.2 episode 2 analysis and working on Facts (6) if possible...😭

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Recently, I have had these weird sex followers in both of my blogs, They followed me for a while, I checked their blog and it's empty and then they unfollowed me. I ignored and marked as a scam if they DM me anyways, but if you follow me for this reason only, you come to the wrong blog.

As I mentioned above, this blog is family-friendly for all ages, I may not know your age, but there is at least a 13-year-old here, and this is the minimum age to have Tumblr, as well as other ages below 16. This is something that makes me feel really annoyed and uncomfortable, as some weirdos who found me and asked me on my main blog shared a 🔞 link. At first when I replied that post, it was flagged by Tumblr because I was not old enough, and the second time, he did it again and I deleted his ask.

So warning, please do not send me those asks like that. It's acceptable to ask me about SxF and other things -> LINK, but please no sex jokes, and I only accept some of yours if it's okay.

Tumblr has rules, you know:

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[superfluouskeys]

need to vent a lil bit

so this fall term is going to be really busy for me, I know this I have planned for this.  I have to do like an “experiential learning” thing that will amount to approx 25 hours of work per week and tends to be a whole thing.  BUT, a few weeks back my fave professor asked me if I was interested in interning for a judge which is like a really good thing to do and to have on your resume, and since I had her pushing for me specifically I had a much better chance of getting it bc she’s very well-known and well-respected.

so I had this whole crisis ALREADY of like oh no this would be a LOT this would perhaps be TOO MUCH am I sure I can handle this I do not want to accidentally overextend myself and FAIL MISERABLY at everything.  but I thought about it and I was like you know what.  this is fine.  it will be a lot but it will only be a lot for like 3 months, and it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up.  and I might not even GET the internship so.

but anyway I asked my experiential learning director professor if it was okay to apply, she said that’s fine good luck, the application process moved REALLY fast so as I was having 3 separate mental breakdowns it was literally like Wednesday evening fave prof told me to prepare my documents, Thursday morning I submitted, Friday morning I got an interview, 2 hours later I got the offer – and I was insanely excited like this is honestly a pretty big deal, I am both personally excited to do the work and excited in the sense that it will look amazing on my resume!

so I had to submit an application to get class credit for the internship, it was a whole thing but I assumed it would be fine since I had everything settled, it’s GETTING A LITTLE LATE since school starts in a week and a half so I was starting to feel like uhmmmmmmmmm hello.  I need to do admin things pls approve my thing.  but today I finally get an email and it’s like soooooooooo have you talked to your experiential learning prof about this?  have you talked to the judge about this?  we need to have a conversation about the time commitment here.

so I sent an email back like yes I’ve already done all that do you want me to send the email where the prof said it’s fine? and I have gotten NO RESPONSE and in the meantime I have become insane all over again LOL like you know how sometimes someone gently suggests to you like “hmmm that’s pretty hard what you’re trying to do are you sure you’re up to the task” and you’re like uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I was sURE BEFORE BUT NOW IM PANICKING AGAIN LOL

like I’ve literally been mentally preparing myself for this for months at this point, I knew it was going to be a busy term before I even got the internship and had to kind of re-evaluate/rearrange things to accommodate internship bc again, it’s an opportunity I cannot pass up, but UGH you know I’m just like having the crisis all over again sdjfnjkjnfkjfnf

I had some pretty serious depression/anxiety issues when I was in undergrad and just ZERO tools to deal with them, and so there were times when I really struggled to keep up with everything and completely failed to keep up with certain things, and like………..for the most part I have accepted that I was doing the best I could, that I am a completely different person now and generally do a VERY good job of managing everything, that like I had a pretty bad mental health incident(tm) my first year of law school and have had a few other minor hiccups and handled them all very well and didn’t have any serious problems with school or anything so like IF something were to go wrong like I do think I have the tools and fortitude to deal with it and not let anything vital slip.

but idk I’m just annoyed that I already went thru this whole thing multiple times and now I have the bad brain again LOL like pls just approve my application and let me worry about my terrible choices okay sorry just needed to get this off my chest as you were

[redwineconversation]

Damaris OL Night Systems Interview (January 23, 2023)

Straight up: I originally didn't want to do this translation because I don't like certain individuals giving attention to a notoriously private individual. They have absolutely no concept of (moral) boundaries, right or wrong, acceptable vs unacceptable social behavior. Highlighting stuff about a player they have starting paying attention to risks only encouraging their invasive behavior.

I think this is why Lyon gatekeeps, honestly. Because the adverse is certain individuals start demanding too much. Take what a player gives you and respect the line in the sand rather than using it as an excuse to demand more.

OL Night Systems continue to be an absolute cause of sleep paralysis because of how long they are to translate. However, this is also how you get to understand how a Lyon player thinks. To know Lyon players is to understand them. These types of interview segments is how you get to that. I really wish other teams would follow these OL Night Systems interview format because there is none of that wretched background noise, it is just about what makes the player, well, a football player. Tell me why your eyes change the way they do. We can get to the rest another time.

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; @OL Comms pls pay for my Starbucks I'm so cheaply bribed you have no idea; is this an IP grab or am I simply losing my patience; I hate stans almost as much as Damaris hates Montpellier; y'all know the speech by now.

DAMARIS OL NIGHT SYSTEMS INTERVIEW

[Opening credits]

Journalist: Good evening everybody, and welcome to OL Night Systems on OLPlay. It's one of our producers birthday's today so everyone is good mood. Another thing to celebrate is our guest tonight. Okay, I do have Jules Cross with me, but I'm going to start with introducing our guest. Damaris Egurrola is going to spend an hour with us. Good evening, Dama.

Damaris: Good evening.

Journalist: Jules, I saw you do a shoulder shimmer during that introduction.

Jules: I was doing an interpreting dance to express my feeling.

Journalist: It looked like an exorcism.

Jules: There is the devil inside me. I can take this way off topic. Good evening, everybody. Delighted to be with a guest, as we do every Tuesday.

Journalist: Exactly. We'll be spending an hour with Damaris, do a news recap for Olympique Lyonnais Feminin, what happened last weekend, what happened last month. We're going to turn back the clock and rediscover her career path, the clubs she's played with, her story as well. And a few surprises, Damaris, as the show happens. Here at the club they call you "Dama". Can we call you Dama tonight as well?

Damaris: Yeah, call me how you want. Damaris, Dama.

Journalist: Very good. Let's look at what happened just this weekend. It was against Montpellier. A game against Montpellier, which has happened twice. It's gone well for Olympique Lyonnais, two wins, one in the Coupe de France and one in the league. A month of December which went pretty well for you personally when it comes to scoring goals. Is it a good period for Olympique Lyonnais and for yourself?

Damaris: Yes, it's true. It's sometimes a bit strange because I don't usually score a lot of goals. But yeah, December went well, the season so far has gone well for us. Montpellier is always hard, we played them twice in the same week. That's hard as well. And this weekend was complicated as well, playing at Montpellier is hard. It's very physical, there's a lot of intensity. But we won, that's the most important thing. We continue like that.

Journalist: We compiled Damaris' goals. There aren't a lot, but there are already two in the month of December.

Jules: Two goals scored in December and two on corners via headers. We'll talk about it. The first was against LOSC while wearing the third kit, it's a nice jersey [it's not, it looks like a clown outfit]. It's a gorgeous header. Flash forward to a few weeks later and it's against Fleury, your second goal in December and once again it's a header. Are headers your primary offensive weapon, Damaris?

Damaris: Yes, I think so. As I've said, sometimes I don't score but I've worked a lot on it because I think I can score more goals than before. I always work on that in practice. And yeah, in December I scored two goals, with the National Team as well. I'm happy but I know I can do better as well.

Journalist: Do you think that December has been your best month at Olympique Lyonnais?

Damaris: You could say that, but I've happy with every season [I've done] so far. I try every day to do as much as possible for my team as well. I work hard every day. I have a lot of ambition. I think we started the season really well, and I hope it continues like that.

Journalist: You thought December was a good month. Jules and I agree, it was. good month for you.

Jules: It was a good month.

Journalist: We're not the only ones who thought that. It's the first surprise for you, a little surprise. We have someone who is going to come and present you with the Player of the Month trophy in D1 Arkema. The league representative is here with us.

League representative: Congratulations on your great month of December. Hopefully there will be more. Congratulations again.

Journalist: Thank you for presenting the trophy to Damaris. Can you remind us what is the procedure?

League representative: Well every month we present the trophy of Player of the Month in D1 Arkema in collaboration with UNFP. Each each coach gives us their top three players at the end of each league match day. And then the shortlist, based on what the coaches submitted, is submitted to the players locker room and they vote as well. Then it's presented to the public for voting as well. So yeah. Lots of voting, a long process, but it also brings a sense of credibility and legitimacy to this trophy. And I think it adds some weight to it because all branches of French football are voting on it.

Journalist: You're welcome to come back any time and present the trophy.

League representative: Thank you. Congratulations again and have a great rest of the season. Goodbye.

Jules: We should have her back soon.

Journalist: We can invite her back on the last Tuesday [Note: guest segments are done on Tuesdays] of every month, it'll work out great.

Journalist: You thought you had a good month of December. The trophy also means that others agree with you and you're continuously improving.

Damaris: Yeah, it always makes you happy when you get a trophy like this. It's something complicated when you play in defense, you're not a forward so you're not the one scoring a lot goals. It's a bit difficult. We're always saying that defense is a lot of work, but sometimes it's not worthy of a trophy.

Journalist: You should rotate it [the trophy] so it's facing the camera. [Damaris dutifully does] It's a little off-center but that's okay.

Damaris: No, yeah, I'm happy with it.

Jules: You must be used to trophies. I would have put it front and center, everyone would have been aware of who won a trophy.

Journalist: Jules would have done a lap of honor while brandishing his jersey. But a trophy would have been a first for you,.

Jules: Indeed. But going back to you, as you said, it's usually forwards who score goals who win the trophy. I have the list of winners since the start of the season: there's Eugenie Le Sommer, Melchie Dumornay, Ines Benyahia who might be at Le Havre but for me it's four trophies won by Lyon players. So congratulations. It's even better when you're a midfielder, a defensive midfielder, it's a real accomplishment. Especially this trophy - we know you practice receiving trophies. We have footage. We have footage from pretty recently where we see Damaris who is practicing receiving a trophy. Now you weren't alone, your teammates were there too. It happened during the preseason camp in Girona, right Jules?

Jules: Yes, there was a ceremony, a choreography. Let's roll the footage.

[preseason camp cohesion activity]

Journalist: You were even practicing lifting the Champions League trophy with your teammates. Can you remind us what that was about?

Damaris: It was a game we played when we were in Girona. It was really good for team cohesion. One of the things we had to do was act like we had just won the Champions League. So I said, "let's play the music, we can do it like this." Everyone did their thing and it was good.

[Jules throws confetti at Damaris]

Jules: It came from our own production budget, we don't have the same budget at the Champions League. This will have to do.

Journalist: Jules has been tearing up paper for the past 30 seconds. How to produce your own show. It's in the news, the return to competition, this preseason camp in Girona. We saw that moment of team building where each small group [of players] had to create a short movie, that was done in good spirits. But there was also work, and a return after a difficult month of December, as you said. It's off to a good start with the two wins against Montpellier, so it's good on a personal level and a team level.

Damaris: Yeah, I think it was important to stay in Girona to do a lot of work on the field but outside of it as well. We worked a lot on tactics with the group. After having had 10 days of vacation, it's good to start again with the group. It's also good when we play games as well with the team, because this year I think we have a really good - [Damaris laughs at the picture on screen] - the photo says it all. I think we have a really special team. There's a lot of ... special people.

Journalist: Special individuals, can you name which ones of your teammates were a part of the game?

Damaris: It was Vicki [Becho], Amel [Majri], Julie [Swierot]. Marceau and Anto[nie]. They're part of the staff.

Journalist: I couldn't help but notice a pause there. Where did you finish in the game?

Damaris: Last.

Jules: Ouch. We're going to have to take the trophy [D1 Arkema Player of the Month] back.

Journalist: If the league representative is still around ...

Damaris: I wasn't meant for it. I tried though.

Journalist: We heard there was a constitutional crisis though, there was a key theft. There was cheating. There was definite cheating, maybe that's why.

Damaris: Oh yeah. But that's always the case here. When we play games before practice starts, when we're warming up, there are always cheaters.

Journalist: We know Olympique Lyonnais has a lot of objectives this year. In December, the month for which you got the trophy for, there's a bit of a dark moment. It was the draw in Norway. We're at the point where we can say a draw, which is not a defeat, is a misstep in your season. Did it really affect you and make you say "it's not normal that we drew", or do you just continue say "we move on, it's just something that happens"?

Damaris: Yes, it was hard when we finished the match, because we were playing with a player down, that's always complicated, but it's - it's complicated because we arrived, there was a lot of snow, the day before we only had practice for 20 minutes because we had to stop due to so much snow. It was dangerous for us. And then we had the match, we started well in difficult conditions. But yeah, it hurts when you concede a goal in the last minute like that. And then the refereeing, it was a bit complicated for us as well. But I think it's something that can help us for the rest of the season when you play a game like that, the whole team works hard, put in a lot of effort. After, it was still a draw, but I think we took a lot of positives from it.

Jules: We were talking about the great start of the season, only wins with the except of the draw against Hacken - sorry, Brann. Do you feel that the locker room feels there is something special going on? I get the impression we have not seen the team this strong in the last few years. You arrived three years ago. Do you feel there is something special this year?

Damaris: Yeah, I think so. It's already my third year here. I feel that we have a special group. There's a lot of different personalities, there are foreigners, there are French [individuals], but the connection is different this year. On the field as well. No matter whom plays, we know that when you play the ball, you know what's going to happen. We have an understanding of the game as well, that we're all in it together and it works out well.

Jules: it works no matter the player. It'll always work out.

Damaris: Yeah, it works naturally I think.

Journalist: Yeah, in the games against Montpellier, in the postgame, I think it was Selma Bacha and Vanessa Gilles who had both assists and goals. But the word which kept coming up in their interviews was solidarity. It's probably the strongest moral value at Olympique Lyonnais, to always play for each other. Of course there is a lot of individual talent, but do you work a lot on team cohesion so that players can come on and off in the same manner without a drop in level?

Damaris: Yes, we always do everything for our teammates. That's important when you have difficulties. You're thinking of your teammates, if they're having a hard time then you're going to help. That's how we're able to win games. We all have difficult moments because there are complicated games, like Montpellier who is very aggressive. There was a moment where they scored a goal but we stuck together and - that's how it works here. We work a lot when we have the ball but off the ball as well. When there's solidarity it works well.

Journalist: Solidarity comes from knowing your teammates well. We have one of your teammates who has a question to ask you. There are a lot throughout the show, you're going to have some like that. And it's Christiane Endler with the first question.

Christiane Endler: Hi, Dama[ris]. How are things? I have a question to ask you. Can you explain why you are called El Cactus?

Journalist So, why are you called El Cactus? Is it related - Jules has a theory. Since you play as a six, and it can be a prickly position -

Damaris: No, no. It has nothing to do with that.

Jules: No?

Damaris: It's always the same joke. I don't know why. But it's Daan [Danielle van de Donk] who started it. But it's because I don't like to dance. I don't know why. I don't know, I think I lost the Spanish side of me. But yeah, when I'm with my team, I don't really like dancing. That's why. I stay quiet as usual. That's why.

Journalist: It's okay. I don't like dancing either. El Cactus would suit me as well. Jules, you're not really a cactus.

Jules: I'm half cactus and half Dancing with the Stars. It depends.

[Damaris looks unimpressed]

Journalist: We were talking about Montpellier. You said that the game was hard, there was some - well, there were hits exchanged. Your position can be pretty exposed. With regard to your talents, do you like those types of contacts? Or is it something you'd rather avoid and be more technical?

Damaris: I think my first job on the field is to defend. That's the most important and most difficult I think, because everyone wanted to attack but my job is to defend. In games like that, I like the intensity, the physicality. But when it's like that it's hard because the tackles are coming in late. You've already played the ball and they come in with a tackle in a way that you can't protect your body. I don't think that's good. We need that to stop because that's not football. I like aggression, I like intensity, you can see it in the way I go in for a tackle. But it's always within the rules and when the ball is in play.

Journalist: Regarding your qualities, we're going to follow all of Damaris' statistics.

Jules: Yeah, we built a profile based on your statistics. There are tackles, interceptions, also aggression, technical ability. You are the player who tackles the most at Lyon, 41 tackles with 23 completed, I don't know if that surprises you. You've had 22 interceptions, second most on the team behind Selma Bacha. 971 touches of the ball, second on the team. You've provoked 13 fouls. We were talking about the defensive aspects, now it's the offensive. 32 shots taken, that's fourth overall. So you shoot a lot, you take a lot of shots. You say you don't score a lot and yet you still try and more than that, you're the player who has played the most. 1,166 minutes, 17 games played. So when we take into account what you were saying about having intensity, manage the ball, we can see it in the statistics. You're really a true midfielder who likes to control the tempo of the game.

Damaris: Yeah, I like that. But I think I have other qualities as well. I like having the ball, I like to keep the ball and create the tempo for the team. But I always say that my priority is to defend. Sometimes you forget, because when you play with Lyon it's easy, we always have the ball, you're attacking a lot. But in my head I always know what the priorities are. Protect the central defense with my two defenders. Sometimes that's the most complicated part, we have a really high block. But sometimes I need to attack as well. That's how I score. Otherwise I won't score.

Jules: If you stay in the defense it'll be complicated to score.

Journalist: Out of the statistics that Jules was talking about, which one do you prefer? In the categories. Is it the tackles? You talked about defending better. But there's also duels won. We can look at the statistics again, see the numbers of touches of the ball, the amount of playing time, the consistency of playing time.

Damaris: Yeah, I like the combination of touches of the ball and balls recuperated, the interceptions. I think that's my job, set up plays for the team but also recover as many balls as possible.

Journalist: So the goals are a bonus.

Damaris: Yeah. I think we can say that.

Journalist: It requires a huge amount of concentration. You need to play very high up, because as you said Olympique Lyonnais dominates ball possession, and it's not often where there are interceptions or when you have to get the ball away from your opponent. So you have to really be aware of positioning. Do you push forward while keeping an eye on things behind you?

Damaris: Yeah, that's true. I need to be able to control when I can attack and when I can't. I have a lot of confidence in my defenders, all of them, Griedge [MBock], Vanessa [Gilles], Wendie [Renard]. Chris[tiane Endler] behind them. There's always a lot of communication on the field, because it's just easier like that. But my job is also to maintain the balance. For that I have to think a lot. I think I am deep thinker. I know when I can and when I can't. Sometimes that's the most important thing.

Journalist: What are the areas of improvement for you? What things would you like to improve in your game?

Damaris: As I said, I think I can score more goals, but maybe with my feet and not always headers [Vanessa Gilles Dilemma]. I think I can shoot from distance as well. I think I've worked a lot without the ball, but I think I can do a bit more. That's it, really.

Journalist: This is a dumb question. But are you right-footed or left-footed? Because when we watch you play, we really can't tell.

Damaris: No, I'm a leftie. I prefer passing with my right foot but I'm left-footed.

Jules: To shoot is it the right foot?

Damaris: Always the left.

Journalist: You use your right foot a lot. You're at ease using both feet. Would you like to shoot with your right foot, not just to score goals but also to switch the side of play, to play long?

Damaris: Yes, I've done a lot of exercises regarding that, to work on my right foot because when I first arrived, I used my left foot a lot to turn, and that takes more time. Like this I can play faster. It's more efficient as well when I play with my right foot.

Jules: You were talking about your role and having to defend a lot, recover a lot of balls. We get the impression that you're the only one on the team who has that role, because the other midfielders on the team are a bit more offensive, Danielle [van de Donk], Lindsey [Horan], Sara [Dabritz]. Does that put more pressure on you, because you're kind of the first defender in the team and there's just you, and I'm putting that in quotation marks, who can play that role?

Damaris: No, I like that pressure because that's my role. I know the players in front of me are more attackers than defenders. My job is to defend. Sometimes I'm a bit tired because I have to get from one side to another and that's not always easy to do. But I have a lot of work behind me, no matter whom, there's also the No. 8 who plays in front of me, they try to help a lot as well. And that's the solidarity we were talking about before, the whole team has to work and help recover the balls, that makes things easier.

Journalist: There's a sacrificial side to it as well with your position. When the opponent has the ball, there are fouls. Some come a little late, as you said. And in the game against Montpellier, Jules, we saw it with the away game and then the Coupe de France. It's not always within the rules.

Jules: Yes, we talked about Montpellier because those are the most recent games. You talked about it at the beginning of the show. Montpellier plays with a lot of intensity and aggression. Here we're talking about the return game. 1 minute 30 played.

Journalist: Damaris keeps flinching.

Jules: Yes, we're looking at the footage, and you got completely wiped out.

Damaris: Completely. [Damaris winces while the footage plays]

Jules: You were talking about the intensity and aggression as long as it's within the rules. Here it was completely illegal. And then to add to that the foul was called against you.

Damaris: Yeah, I think that's serious. That's not football. I like contact, I said it previously. But this is serious. If you don't call that the game is over. For that tackle as well, there were like three more which were the same. No cards, no fouls given. It's dangerous for us.

Jules: Do you feel the referees don't protect the play enough and let too much slide?

Damaris: Yeah, I think the players need more protection. You can't protect your body because you've already played the ball. Usually you can position yourself to protect yourself. But like that, when you've already played the ball and the player comes in 30 seconds later, there's nothing you can do. [@ players with a notable lack of impulse control]

Journalist: You play as a No. 6. We talked about scoring goals, you said you wanted to improve on that. You're also a good defender, which means you're involved in a lot of duels. Would you prefer scoring a nice goal in an important game, it can be with your left foot, doesn't have to be a header, or would you prefer just be involved in duels, recovering a ball from under your opponent? Which part do you prefer in a game, if you had to choose?

Damaris: Recover the ball. Get into it. That's more important for me, because sometimes I need to be higher to get the ball back, and then it sometimes leads to a goal or at least it creates a chance. That's my job.

Journalist: It's your job. There is something who is very satisfied of your work, who was talking about you not long ago. It wasn't me. It was Sonia Bompastor who was talking about you. And she had a lot of compliments to give you.

Sonia Bompastor: She's a player that we counted on enormously. We still count on her enormously to this day. I think in our discussions there is a strong element of trust. She knows exactly what we expect from her. She has an enormous amount of qualities and potential, and as such I don't want her to rest on her laurels. So I always push her to give a little bit more. And I think the message is well received, she knows exactly what my expectations are, and as such she wants to meet them on the field. So yeah, she's had a great start to the season, a good part of the season so far, and there's continuity with her national team. What's interesting is that with our communications with the Dutch National Team coach, we have a common interest which is that the player performs well. So with several discussions between the coach, the player, and myself, we managed to do that. In any case I am really satisfied with how she did in her last international break. She played 45 minutes in the first game, 90 minutes yesterday with two goals. So yeah, we asked her to be efficient. We know she can be a really important player for Lyon and as such, also with the Dutch National Team. When we talk with the Dutch head coach, we tell him that Dama[ris] is pretty much an undisputed starter in our midfield, she should be able to bring a lot to the Dutch National Team. She was able to show that on the last international break, so that's good.

Journalist: Sonia Bompastor gave a lot of compliments about your role with Olympique Lyonnais, which transferred all the way to the Netherlands since you're becoming so important to the [Dutch] National Team. First of all, about Sonia's compliments - I suppose that must make you happy.

Damaris: Yeah. I thank her for that, because it's always nice. It's nice. When you have a coach speak about a player like that, it's good for the confidence as well because when you play without a coach's confidence, it's not the same thing. I think that now we have a lot of players on the field with a lot of confidence.

Journalist: And your national team, the Netherlands. You played in the League of Nations. About that, you're qualified for the semi-finals. Before we talk about the Netherlands, we're going to listen to another question from one of your teammates. It has a small link to the Netherlands, you'll see.

Danielle van de Donk: Hello Dama[ris]. What was your favorite header you scored with your national team against Belgium?

[Damaris laughs]

Journalist: Danielle van de Donk, who is your teammate on the Dutch National Team. We're going to remind everyone of the content. You played the qualifiers for the League of Nations with the Netherlands. It was the last game against Belgium to get to the semi-finals.

Damaris: Yeah.

Journalist: And eliminate England. There was a goal differential at play. If you managed to score four goals, you would advance and you would eliminate England. Did I get that right?

Damaris: Yeah, that's correct. It was really complicated. Yeah. We scored two goals, then we went into half time and they said "well England scored a lot of goals, we need more [goals]." We worked on that, we were missing efficiency in that game but then we were in the last minute and the coach said "Dama - gestures head"

Jules: Go score a header.

Damaris: I would say it was more "go be a forward". We needed to score.

Journalist: What I'm going to suggest, Damaris, is to watch those goals with original Dutch commentary.

[clips play]

Journalist: [imitating Danielle van de Donk] Her big head is amazing. That's a great quote from your teammate. It was an incredible game. with the - Jules, do you want to pronounce it?

Jules: Egurrola?

Journalist: You said it better the first time.

Jules: I'll do it later, when the cameras aren't rolling.

Journalist: Something to look forward to. Damaris, those were incredible moments. The qualification was extraordinary. If you were looking at the time, it's incredible, it was 90th minute plus one, so one minute into the extra time, and then the next goal came in the 95th minute. Which lead to such an explosion of joy.

Damaris: Yeah, it was incredible. Now when I look back at the footage, it's incredible. When I scored the first goal I was like "it's done, we're already qualified." So I went back to my position in the midfield. I look over to my teammates on the bench and they tell me "Dama[ris], we need one more." And I was like "are you crazy? I just scored a goal, this isn't my job." And they said "no, no, England just scored, we need one more." I look at the clock and there's a minute left. The sequence of play started really well, in my opinion at least. It started with the defense, I won the ball back, we pass it around and then I think I did the fastest sprint I could have done because I don't actually go very fast. And yeah, that's how we managed to score. Yes, it was an incredible day with my family over there.

Journalist: With that qualification, you're playing in the semi-finals on February 23. It will be against Spain. Not exactly easy. We know all the qualities Spain have. And why not, maybe a final against France.

Damaris: Yeah. For me that works out fine. I like that. But first we have to play Spain. It's always complicated. But for me it's special as well. Hard as well. But we'll see. It's just a game. We're going to do everything to try and qualify for the final.

Journalist: We're going to talk about your international career because you've lived in several countries since you were born. I believe you were born in the United States. You went to Spain. You play for the Netherlands. You speak three, four languages.

Damaris: Five.

Journalist: There you have it. Is it that international career path which allows you to integrate so easily and navigate the Olympique Lyonnais locker room?

Damaris: Yeah, it's a bit of a strange story. Everyone asks me "where are you from?" and I don't know what to say. I was born in the United States, my father is Spanish, my mother is Dutch. But yeah, I think it's always a positive when you have several cultures within the family. That's how I became integrated and I'm really happy and proud to be a bit of everything because that's quite special to me. My family lives in Basque Country, for me that's home.

Journalist: [jokingly] Netherlands, Basque, they're almost identical.

Damaris: Yeah, it's the same. They're obviously not identical. I like Basque Country, for me it's always going to be home. Beyond that, the Netherlands is special because it's my mother's country and I chose that national team because of her as well.

Journalist: Choosing between your mother and your father is always complicated. Was it a topic of conversation in your family or did they let you choose in peace?

Damaris: No, they left me alone. It's always peaceful with my parents.

Journalist: Are there jokes from time to time?

Damaris: No, no. My father is actually really happy I changed national teams, because he wanted me to be happy and that's what was most important for him.

Jules: When there's a Spain - Netherlands clash, you always win. Well, almost always.

Damaris: Exactly. Yeah, that's true.

Journalist: Your first game with the Netherlands, it was in your family's hometown. It must have been an even more special moment for you to have your first call-up then.

Damaris: Yeah, I think it was the most meaningful moment for me with the national team. It was in my mother's hometown, with I think 50 tickets bought for the whole family. I forget the score, I know we won.

Journalist: I looked it up and the final score was 12-0. I have to ask, how did you manage not to score?

Damaris: Oh yeah. I don't know.

Jules: She came in at the end.

Damaris: Yeah, at the end, but I think it's more there were so many emotions. I didn't have time to score. It's unusual for me to score, it doesn't happen all the time.

Journalist: Your international career, it started when you were living in Spain. You had played with the youth teams for Spain. Switching to the Netherlands happened when you were an adult. Were you thinking about it before? You were playing for Spain since you were living there so it was easy. Or was it in the back of your mind, "I'm going to switch to the Netherlands", or did it happen later?

Damaris: Yeah, it happened later. But it all started when I came here to Lyon because I started to play, I was playing well. But I wasn't being selected to play with the first team for Spain. And that's when I was like, if I am going to do everything I want to do, win international titles, play in the Euros, play in the World Cup, I need to switch. I wasn't going to be able to do that with Spain. I was fortunate to have two other nationalities. That's why I was able to be like, okay now is the time to change. I need to play competitions at the highest level to improve as well. The Dutch team came in with a very positive mindset and I said "I need that". I wanted to switch national teams. That's what made me switch. I also had the option of the United States, but I feel more European than American. And it was also really special for my mom when I chose the Netherlands.

Jules: Would you say your style of play is more Spanish or more Dutch?

Damaris: I don't think it's too different between Spain and the Netherlands. But I think I mean more towards the Spanish style of play, smaller spaces, because I started there with the U-16s up to the U-20s.

Jules: So you were formed as a Spanish player.

Damaris: Yeah, because I lived over there.

Journalist: We're going to do a recap of Damaris, the different countries she's lived in, the different clubs she's played for. Jules, why don't you get us started?

Jules: Yes, Basque Country features predominantly. You started with Athletic Bilbao in 2015, you were 16 at the time. You were Spanish champions in 2016. And then you headed to England with Everton for six months, and finally joining Olympique Lyonnais. We've talked about your career with the Dutch National Team, you've played in 22 games. You went from a family club with Athletic Bilbao, there are a lot of Basque players. And then you went to England and France. Did you experience a cultural shock and sporting shock when you left Bilbao? It's kind of a special case.

Damaris: Of course. I think Bilbao was unique because it's the only team who has players from Basque Country. That's always special. I grew up there. There's a lot of positive memories because the player that I am today, it's because of Bilbao as well. And yeah, I started really young, when I was 16. I had my first game. We won the league that year, it was so special because we had won at Barcelona, at Atletico Madrid, everyone. Then I finished up over there and I wanted a change because I think it was the time to change.

Journalist: Staying with Basque Country, we were talking about Bilbao. You were 16 when you started playing for them. But you had been in Basque Country for longer than that. You arrived when you were seven. Can you fact check me? Is my information correct?

Damaris: Yeah, that's it. I started [playing] at school with the boys. Before, when I was in the United States, I never touched a ball. I don't know why. Then I got to Spain and the first thing I did was kick a ball. Then I told my parents that I wanted to play on a team. That's how I got started.

Journalist: Were you doing other things before football?

Damaris: A bit of everything. Tennis, pelota Basque. My father played that, he wanted to get me into it but I was more interested in football.

Journalist: Being in Basque Country and not playing pelota Basque is strange. Did you try playing it?

Damaris: Yes. I played in the championship in Basque Country for pelota Basque.

Journalist: What about tennis? Were you a tennis champion as well?

Damaris: No.

Journalist: You're sure?

Damaris: For pelota Basque, I started young, I think I was 12 when I stopped because when you play against the boys it's more complicated. The pelota is harder, it's heavier. That's when I switched to the racket in pelota Basque.

Jules [to the journalist]: You're awfully well-informed about pelota Basque.

Journalist: I like it, I follow it.

Jules: He is Champion of France in pelota Basque.

Damaris: Oh really?

Journalist: No. I know it because I follow it.

Damaris: I'll get you a racket and we can play.

Journalist [to Jules]: You should get more interests.

Jules: Me? I have a ton of other interests. I like paddle tennis. Do you play?

Damaris: It's a thing in Spain.

Jules: Great, we can organize some matches.

Journalist: You're already organizing one with Camille Abily. We are also doing a ping pong tournament with Delphine Cascarino. When we interviewed her during the preseason camp, you could hear a ping pong game going on off-camera.

Damaris: That was me and Chris[tiane Endler]. I was like "we need to stop!"

Journalist: So to recap things a little. You were born in the United States, your father was a professional pelota Basque player, you went to Basque Country. You've picked up a lot of languages very quickly. Did you speak Spanish before going to Basque Country? Basque and Spanish are two different languages.

Damaris: Just a little. When we were in the US, it was English first. Then my father taught us a little bit of Spanish and Basque. But my mother doesn't speak a lot of Basque, that's why it was a little complicated to integrate Basque [into the family]. And then we got to Spain and that's how we kept the Spanish and the English at home. And then the Basque.

Journalist: So now you know Spanish, Basque, English, Dutch, and French. Is that right?

Damaris: Yes, that's right.

Journalist: So I have a few questions for you regarding those languages. So we know how you function. Which language do you think you speak the best?

Damaris: Now? Spanish.

Journalist: Which language do you speak on the field? There are a lot of different nationalities [on the team].

Damaris: Sometimes it's complicated. I remember than Daan[ielle van de Donk] spoke to me in Dutch. And then I spoke Spanish to Vanessa [Gilles]. Then I spoke French to Lindsey [Horan], when normally it's in English. Sometimes it gets mixed up. But usually I try to do everything in French.

Journalist: Because sometimes you mess up? Like you're speaking Dutch to Griedge [MBock] and she doesn't understand.

Damaris: Yeah, it's exactly that. And then we go off to the national team and I'm speaking Spanish to my teammates.

Journalist: Is there another language you'd like to learn?

Damaris: No, I'm good. I already have too many right now.

Journalist: The classic question for people who speak several languages. What language do you dream in?

Damaris: For that, I think in English.

Journalist: Not Spanish?

Damaris: No.

Journalist: What language do you use when you're angry? Which one slips out the easiest? When you lose it, which one comes out?

Damaris: Because I get angry a lot? No, I don't get angry. French, no. I think it's Spanish.

Journalist: Which language is the most romantic? That's a question from Jules, who absolutely wants you to say French.

Jules: Why are you dragging me into this?

[Damaris stays silent]

Journalist: It's easier to flirt in, to express yourself, for love. Everything that's romantic.

Damaris: Basque or Spanish. [Jules mimics storming off set] My French isn't there yet. Maybe later.

Journalist: And finally the one when you really lose it. Which language is the best for insulting someone? I suppose it's linked to which one you use when you're angry.

Damaris: I think it's Basque, because it's too complicated to understand. A lot of people don't understand it. So that's why I use Basque.

Journalist: Thank you for your honesty. We're going to turn back to football. You've played in a lot of different positions. You weren't originally formed as a midfielder. I saw that you've been a winger, center back. Was it already that desire to defend rather than attack when you were younger?

Damaris: When I was younger I started on the left in front, with the number 10. A lot has changed, because after I don't run very fast, so I became a 10 but more central. Then I dropped back as a 6, then sometimes a center back. So I've moved around.

Journalist: But you prefer to defend. You quickly understood you'd rather defend.

Damaris: Yeah, that's it.

Journalist: Now, if you had to play another position, like if you were playing a game and something happened, are you still able of going back to a center back or on the wing? Are those things you could do?

Damaris: Yeah, sometimes it happens for me to be center back. I don't really like it but sometimes it's necessary and I'll do it. If I had to choose it would be the No. 6, I like it.

Journalist: What's certain is that you have become indispensable in your position. When we talk about it with Sonia Bompastor, as you heard, she keeps singing your praises. And in terms of statistics, those confirm it as well.

Jules: Yes, as Sonia [Bompastor] said, you're the only one who can play as a 6. And you can see it, we counted on your games by season. 7 games in your first season, 2020-2021. [Note: this stats are a little skewered because she arrived in January 2021]. 23 games in the 2021-2022 season, with the double in the Champions League and the league. Next season [2022-2023], 29 games. And now 18 games so far, so you will certainly beat your record of the previous season. You have come indispensable. How would you explain that? You came in as a young player, you've gained in maturity, and you are more aligned with what Sonia is expecting?

Damaris: Yeah, I think I was clear when I arrived that I had a lot of ambitions. My objectives were to play as much as possible because I think I can. Now it's like that. But in the previous seasons I had an injury and it took two, three months to get over. It broke the rhythm. But up to now I haven't had any injuries this season and that's nice, it means I can play. I'm happy because that's the most important. When you're good physically, you can play. I have a lot of confidence I can stay like that.

Journalist: When you arrive at Olympique Lyonnais, Olympique Lyonnais already has titles. They already have players who have been there for a while. How did you come in? Were you discrete and just observing? Did you already have ambitions to make a name for yourself? What were your feelings?

Damaris: Very calm, I think. But it was my dream when I arrived because before I watched all the games on television with my family. It's special to come here and see players like - everyone. Wendie [Renard], Ada [Hegerberg], Maro[zsan], Eugenie [Le Sommer], Amel [Majri]. Everybody.

Journalist: Were you already following them before? Did you know them before coming to Olympique Lyonnais?

Damaris: Yeah, they're like my idols.

Jules: You grew up watching them. You're part of a generation that watched them.

Damaris: Yeah.

Journalist: Was there one whom you didn't dare go up to? Like you said to yourself "no, she's not my teammate, she's still ..."

Damaris: Yes, with everyone when I got here. The first day I got here, Ada [Hegerberg] was on the practice field and I was over there to watch everything and find my bearings and all that. I remember being surprised because I was like "that's Ada." And my father, I think he was like "I need to get a picture with Ada." It was something really special for my family because they always watched Lyon games and now I am there with my idols.

Jules: And you were 21 when you got here? Or 22? So it's complicated to make a place for yourself when you're young as well.

Damaris: Yeah, exactly. But I was clear, when I had the option to come here I said I wanted to come here, but I didn't want to watch from the bench. I had a lot of ambitions and that's why I came here.

Jules: You made the right choice.

[Damaris laughs]

Journalist: In terms of ambitions, there's the Champions League. Olympique Lyonnais had won it before you arrived, they've won it since then. Would you like to start a collection like certain teammates? I'm thinking of Wendie Renard, whose collection is XXL. Are those part of your personal objectives? Have you fixed yourself a specific number of titles?

Damaris: I haven't set a number because it's complicated. But I look around and there's Wendie, everyone, they have so many trophies. It's an ambition I have because it's always special to play the Champions League. This year even more so because the final is in Bilbao. Every morning when I wake up I tell myself this is what I need to work for, because it's so special. I hope we make it, because it's special. I have a lot of confidence in the group as well.

Journalist: We're talking about the Champions League. Another question from one of your teammates. We can take a look, it's Ellie Carpenter who has something to tell you.

Ellie Carpenter: [in English] Hello, Dama[ris]. [in French] What happened when we got home after the Champions League final [in 2022]?

Damaris: Oof.

Journalist: We're digging into the personnel files.

Damaris: Yeah.

Journalist: What happened when you got home after the Champions League final [in 2022]?

Damaris: It's a little secret, but -

Jules: Ah?

Damaris: No, no.

Journalist: You don't have to tell us. If you think it's secret, you don't have to tell us. [What? A club journalist who respects a player's personal life? Whatever has the world come to?]

Damaris: No, it's -

Jules: We still want to know.

Damaris: It's my first Champions League win, it's always special. My sister and my best friend were there to celebrate as well. It was a party, I guess. [laughs awkwardly] Yeah. It was good.

Journalist: It was a good party, one could say.

Damaris: It was a very good party. It's always special because it was my first Champions League. I have a lot of stories to tell but I will keep them to myself.

Jules: [jokingly] Sorry, I just had Sonia [Bompastor] on the phone. Sonia, it's okay, I will call you back later.

Journalist: The Champions League final this year in Bilbao, for you it's something special. But for everyone on the team, we know that Olympique Lyonnais wants to win everything this season. Is that additional pressure or does that seem normal to you?

Damaris: I think it's normal because we're Olympique Lyonnais. It's normal that we have a need to win everything. Last year it was complicated, to have lost against Chelsea on penalties. This year I think we started working even harder because last year was difficult, to end the Champions League like that. We had even more ambition to win it this year, I think. I think it's even more special when you lose in that manner the season before.

Journalist: Does the Chelsea game still linger in the back of your head? Or is it behind you?

Damaris: No, no, we've put behind us. [Have you thought...?] It was complicated. But after that game I think we played Le Havre, we won 7-0. It's also something I think is important, because we lost, it's a big thing to lost against Chelsea like that, but we were able to just change everything -

Jules: Move onto to other things.

Damaris: Three days later, we're winning 7-0. That's important as well.

Journalist: The league is back. You're undefeated so far. Have you talked about it? You brought up objectives, obviously titles are an objective. But that having remained undefeated in the league until the end of the season. We know there are the playoffs so everything goes into play for the final and the semifinal. But is it part of an objective, obviously excluding titles and trophies, to say "we're just going to have wins, or at least no defeats"?

Damaris: Yeah, of course. I think it's an objective we can accomplish. We're at the halfway point in the league. And that way we can have a greater advantage in the playoffs. It's important for the team as well to win the playoffs, but also continue like this and win all the games.

Journalist: What do you personally think of the playoffs? Is it something you like or are you indifferent?

Damaris: It's new for me. I've never had that before. We'll see. I think the league is special when you are consistent and winning games. That's hard to do. That's the price of winning a trophy, you were consistent. With the playoffs, that changes a little.

Journalist: You have to be in form during the final and the semifinal. If we're imagining an unfair scenario, it's that Olympique Lyonnais has nothing but wins, and doesn't win the title. It would be weird in relation to previous seasons. But you also have to tell yourself you will have to be good for the semifinal and the final once you've qualified for it. That's particular as well.

Damaris: Yeah, that's it. Continue like that and then when we get to the playoffs, we need to win each game. It's like that, otherwise if you don't stay like that throughout the season, you lose the first place and then you don't have [home] advantage

Jules: Don't say that too loudly, the woman with the federation might be lurking and she could take the trophy away from you.

Journalist: Keep it close just in case.

[Damaris laughs]

Journalist: We obviously wish that you win all the trophies. You've already won one trophy. You want all of them. But if you have to rank them by preference, which one would you put first and second?

Damaris: This year, the Champions League. That's for sure. But the league is important for me as well because it's a trophy which rewards continuity [until the fucking playoffs...] And then on top of that, you have the playoffs. It's like - you have to win it twice.

Journalist: It's a bit of a trick question. Obviously we want to win everything, it's easier said like that. You've been at Lyon since 2021, when you arrived in January. Do you like the city of Lyon? Because going from Bilbao to Lyon, there's a bit of a difference. It's a little bit harder to surf in Lyon, for example, even if I'm sure you could find a wave if you tried. But getting used to that, would you consider yourself a proper Lyon resident?

Damaris: Yeah, maybe so. I like Lyon. I can say it's a little similar to Bilbao. Old town Lyon is similar to old town Bilbao. I feel good here. It's a nice city, it's not too big, it's not really small. Bilbao is pretty close, I have a lot of friends and family members who come here often.

Journalist: That's good, we have another question for you about Lyon. It's from another one of your teammates. It's Sara Dabritz who got a hold of the microphone.

Sara Dabritz: Hola, Dama. Tell us, what is your favorite coffee shop in Lyon?

Journalist: So we'll take Sara [Dabritz's] question. I also want to know who was screaming in the background.

Damaris: Ellie [Carpenter], I think. Or Selma [Bacha].

Jules: I would have said Selma.

Journalist: Cast your votes. No, we don't do that here. What is your favorite coffee shop? From what we heard you have your little habits.

Damaris: Yes, there's a lot of good coffee shops here. I like coffee, that's for sure.

Journalist: So that's what you do in your free time? Go out one afternoon with your teammates and -

Damaris: Yeah. We do that a lot. Go to a coffee shop then go home. Maybe a walk around town. But I like mochas. I think we have good quality coffee here in Lyon.

Journalist: You've acclimatized well, you have your little routines. Before training, or after training, you all agree to meet up - with Sara [Dabritz] maybe?

Damaris: No, right after training. We eat here. Sometimes when it's nice out we go for a walk around town.

Jules: We see some nice pictures of Lyon on your Instagram. There's some nice pictures of you walking around Lyon.

Damaris: Yeah, I like it.

Journalist: Do you often take pictures? Like Melchie [Dumornay]? We see Melchie always lurking with her camera. When she's injured, I'm not sure if you've seen, she's on the sidelines with her camera. Is it a passion or -

Damaris: It's not as intense as with Melchie. No, I like it. I just started. I try to take pictures. I like the colors. It's just me liking to take pictures. Not of myself though.

Journalist: So outside of football. We were talking about it, you played a lot of sports, we talked about tennis, we talked about pelota Basque, we talked about surfing. I was told you go surfing on January 1. You're part of those crazy people who go surfing in cold water on January 1.

Damaris: I -

Journalist: Personally I think people are crazy to do that. I could never do it, it's way too cold. But you make a tradition out of it.

Damaris: Yeah, I don't do it as much. Nowadays it's a bit complicated to surf. I only have a little bit of vacation, not too much. I just go into the ocean, I don't surf. But before I would always surf on January 1.

Journalist: So a lot of different sports that you do from time to time. Photography. Do you have other passions on the side which take up some of your time? Are you thinking about post playing career or not yet?

Damaris: [laughs awkwardly] It's too early I think. But I like going to cafes, just talking to people. But I like watching basketball as well, going to the ASVEL games. That's fun. I like doing different things, not always having to think about football. I like separating on and off the field. When I am playing I am very focused. But when I'm done I need to think about other things. Sometimes it's going to coffee shops, photography, basketball.

Journalist: You're curious. You like knowing what's out there. We're going to turn to the rest of the season, there's the Champions League starting up on Thursday, there's the Coupe de France with the Round of 16 this Sunday. OLPlay will be broadcasting it live. That's quite the schedule. But first it's the Champions League, you've already qualified. But I imagine you want to finish first in the group and strengthen your position.

Damaris: Yeah, of course. Tomorrow we're flying to Austria to win the game, because last time we played [in the UWCL] it was a draw. We want to change that. Yeah, I think it's an important game in order to stay first in the group.

Jules: That has a big impact. Last season you finished second, you had to play Chelsea in the quarterfinals. So here by finishing first, the draw should be more favorable, in theory at least.

Damaris: Yeah, there are several advantages. You might play a weaker team, but you never know. There are a lot of strong teams.

Jules: You had a pretty easy group, unlike Paris Saint-Germain, Paris FC, their groups were a bit more complicated.

Damaris: Yes, that's true, but it's the first year that's happened to us, I think. Usually it's the opposite. We're happy but we also wanted to play some big games.

Jules: It'll have to wait until the quarterfinals.

Journalist: You said "we drew the last game" and I could tell that you had difficulty swallowing there. I'm not sure I would want to be in St Polten's place right now. When you run up the score, you can win 1-0 or 2-0, but when there is 7-0 or 8-0, you still keep going. You still have the desire to say "we need to score to win". You won 9-0 in the UWCL. Is running up the score important for you?

Damaris: Yes, for sure. Here at Lyon, it's like it's good to win games, but it's also important as to how we won the game. You could play well, you could play less well, but the most important thing is to win the game, play well, and score many goals. If we can score even more, then we put it in the work.

Journalist: And if there is a player who is slowing down, taking their foot off the gas, who reminds them to keep going?

Damaris: Everyone would say something.

Journalist: It's not like anyone does that. We know Lyon's mentality, winning is everything. So the first step is this Thursday, away game in Austria. The Coupe de France follows. Is the Coupe de France significant to the group? Here you're going to play against a team in the second division. Sometimes those games can be tricky. Does it change a little, when you're playing against lower division teams?

Damaris: It changes in that it's just one game. You're playing against one team and anything can happen in a game. It's not like in the league when there is game after game and you need continuity. The Coupe de France, it's just one game, it's 90 minutes and then it's over. That's why we're playing a team in the second division. But it doesn't change anything.

Journalist: It will be against Nantes, and it will be on OLPlay. Jules will be doing live interviews so it's worth watching just for that. Are you going to do anything special?

Jules: I'm a good luck charm, they're going to progress to the next round. I hope so anyway.

Damaris: I hope so too.

Jules: Otherwise I will be out of a job.

Journalist: Damaris, thank you for having spent time with us. We're really happy to have discussed your career so far. We're going to follow you in all the sports you play. We're going to follow your photography, your tennis results, when are you going surfing, when will you go to a basketball game. Actually, do you play basketball or do you just watch it?

Damaris: I try, but I'm really bad at it.

Jules: You're better at football.

Damaris: Yeah, yeah.

Journalist: We'd know about it otherwise. Thank you very much.

Damaris: Thank you to you, too.

[therandomficwriter]

Twilight Wolfpack with a short S/O

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to come out with something! But I had requested this kinda prompt for a different imagine account but idk if they’re gonna do it,,, so I decided why not and give it a try myself! Like I am super short (like 5’0) and always wonder what it’d be like to be with the Wolfpack. Anyways, I hope you guys like it!

A/N 2: None of the gifs are mine so credit to the original owners! Also I didn’t edit it so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes! Feel free to check this link out also⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )

Sam Uley

First of all I don’t think he would tease you as much as some of the guys would

He would be extra protective since you’re smaller as it’s easier for you to get hurt

And if you are clumsy like me I don’t think that would help to ease his concern lmao

N e ways, I feel like he would have a cute nickname for you, something along the lines of shortcake or something cute like that

If you ever lecture the pack if they’ve done something wrong (or stupid) he has to hold in a laugh cause its funny to see a bunch of huge guys scared of little bitty you

Omg imagine him pulling you into a hug and your face is just buried in his warm chest and he just lets out a deep chuckle cause you’re just so tiny compared to him

Pls sir spare me for I am about to cry thinking about it

But overall he loves you no matter what size you are. Y’all are still the mom and dad of the pack and everyone respects you cause even small you still hold your ground

Jared Cameron

HE IS THE #1 TEASE

He literally has so many nicknames for you and a lot of them are different ways of saying you’re short but his favorite to call you is munchkin lmao

Likes doing that thing where if you’re next to him he’ll use your head as an armrest

Also likes to randomly come behind you and lift you up to scare you

Will sometimes jokingly place you on the counter to talk to you so he won’t have to look down or as he says “so you won’t hurt yourself look up at me shorty”

He may tease you a lot about your height but if anyone were to make fun of you or tease you about it,,, oooh boy he is on them like nothing

Only he is allowed to tease his little munchkin

Y’all just have a very fun and loving relationship and you guys are literally thick as thieves and nothing could change that

Paul Lahote

TEASE #2

He won’t tease you as much as Jared does with his s/o because he is soft for you

He probably also has a cute nickname for you probably also something to do with being small

Probably calls you princess most of the time tho

Whenever you’re trying to get something that is high up where you can’t reach he’ll come behind you and put one hand on your waist and grab whatever it is you needed

He’ll probably ask for an kiss in return for being, and I quote, “your knight in shining armor” and he’ll bend down a bit while you tippy toe to reach and give him a small peck

It really boosts his ego every time lmao

Like Jared he is the only one allowed to tease you cause knowing him he’ll probably try to kill the person making fun of you

We all know he is the type to pull you into his lap whenever he’s sitting cause he loves holding on to you since you’re so tiny

Overall he is also very protective of you and loves having you with him and he wouldn’t want anyone else

I need a Paul in my life

Embry Call

You get teased by him quite a lot too but not to the extent of the other 2 teases

I feel like he calls you lovebug as a joke but it stuck after a while lmao

He probably makes you help him prank the others by hiding you somewhere (since you fit almost anywhere) and then you jump out and scared them

Which in hindsight was a bad idea cause y’all got a lecture from Sam after it happened a couple times and it was not fun

Besides that he also likes to give you piggyback rides whenever your legs get tired or you’re having trouble keeping up with them (or just for fun)

He is very attentive tho and he will help you out without you having to ask cause he loves you and is constantly watching you

But not in like a creepy way sorta like a ‘I want to make sure you don’t hurt yourself’ kinda way

Y’all’s relationship is also very fun and you guys are very relaxed with each other cause you trust each other with your lives

You guys are like 2 peas in a pod and you wouldn’t have it any other way

Jacob Black

Honestly at this point I should just say all of them have a cute nickname for you

I feel like he calls you either beautiful most of the time or smalls when he’s feeling playful or just to tease you

You already KNOW every time he hugs you he lifts you up and spins you around then when he puts you down he holds on for a little longer cause he doesn’t want to let you go just yet

Pls lord I am in need of a hug from Jacob

When he’s on the couch I feel like he’ll be sitting there and you just come up to him and crawl into his lap and you’ll just have a koala hold on him and he just simply holds you (and you probably pass out from how warm and comfy he is)

Omg when y’all sleep together (not like that ya nasties) he will have you lie down on top of his chest and he’ll have his arms wrapped around you

He’s another one that will pick you up and carry you if you get tired or if you can’t keep up

He’s also another one who is super protective of you and will constantly have you near him

Also he’s the type to walk you all the way to your front door when it’s time for you to go home and he won’t leave till he knows you’re in your room

Overall you guys have a very loving relationship and I just know when he loves someone he loves with his whole being and the same goes for you and it shows throughout your whole relationship

Quil Ateara

I feel like he calls you something cute and small related like cutie pie or button

When he’s more on the teasing side he’ll call you pip squeak

He loves to rest his head on top of yours whenever he hugs you

Sometimes when he’s bored he’ll go and flop on top of you but he’ll try and hold himself up a bit and won’t put to much pressure on you cause he’s scared of hurting you

He likes to move your stuff where you can’t reach it so you’ll ask for his help and he thinks you look so cute trying to reach it

But if he knows he won’t be there to help you he will try and put whatever you might need within your reach

He likes it whenever you go and sit in his lap when he’s playing video games with the guys whether you’re on your phone, taking a nap on him, or just watching him play he’ll encase you in his arms and he likes the company plus the feeling of you being there (he love how tiny you feel against him)

He also likes to hold your hand cause he likes how small it feels and he likes how it fits in his hand

He is so very sweet and your relationship is another very funny and goofy one but it’s is still very strong none the less

Seth Clearwater

A/N: I know this gif isn’t from the movie so sue me

He is the sweets boy ever omg

He would find you so adorable and would constantly gush over you

He would probably call you something like kitten cause you’re “small and cute like one”

He absolutely loves hugging you especially back hugs (he just loves to feel you in his arms)

That’s why he loves to cuddle with you and he likes to be the big spoon cause you fit nicely encase in him

He also likes it when he has his head on your chest and your fingers are running trough his hair and you legs are wrapped around his waist (cause that as far as your legs can reach from this position) he finds it kinda funny that you can’t completely wrap around him

When you’re talking to him he tries to kinda lean against something or sit down cause he thinks it’s rude for him to look down on you while you talk but also so you don’t strain your neck trying to talk to him

He’s another one that likes to give you a piggyback ride so your legs don’t get tired or he’ll just try to slow down his walking to accommodate to you

I could go on forever because he’s just so in love with you and absolutely adores your small stature

Your relationship is just so loving and he is so very caring and has such a big heart and I know you return that love just as much if not more

I needs me a Seth Clearwater plssss

Leah Clearwater

A/N: It’s so hard to find a gif of her smiling in the movie she deserves all the happiness in the world

First of all of course I included her cause how could I not,,, she deserves the absolute world!

Pls wreck me queen

N e ways I feel like her nickname for you is not as embarrassing or outlandish as the guys names it’s probably something like angel or baby

If she’s feeling playful she calls you tiny

Fun fact when y’all cuddle she likes being the small spoon! She likes the feeling of you holding her even though she is a lot bigger than you

She’s also one of the ones that like to help you if you can’t reach something it makes her feel needed and she’s just glad she can be there for you cause she knows you’ll be there for her

When hugging you she likes to lift you up and bonus points if you wrap your legs around her waist (it makes her instantly melt)

Off topic but y’all like to make snarky comments about the guys or at them and it just makes y’all laugh and if you make a sarcastic comment to Sam when he tries to lecture you guys about something she gets mega heart eyes for you and is super proud to call you her s/o

Getting back on track but she of also very protective of you like the rest of the guys but she knows you can handle yourself well but she can’t help but worry because of your small size

Besides that y’all’s relationship is really one of a kind you guys have built up a lot of trust with each other over time and y’all’s bond is as strong as ever and I just know she loves you fiercely

[meowzfordayz]

traffic — car

Author’s Note: thought of this while driving  hehe (fortunately didn’t hit any traffic tho!).

traffic — car

Iguro Obanai x Reader, Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,500

CW: explicit language

traffic — motorcycle

~faqs~

‼️ Pls and ty read these hcs w/ a grain of salt and lots of humor ‼️

If you drive, then there’s a high likelihood that you might do some of the following driving behaviors/pet peeves mentioned

Myself included in that likelihood lmao 😬

These hcs are just a personal indulgence into how I believe various Hashira would approach/react to traffic 😇

Seethes in traffic

But silently

A silent seether

Knows there’s not much he can do about it

Knows he’ll end up where he needs to be ~eventually

But DAMN SHIT FUCK

All silently screamed in his head, ofc 😌

It is not a good idea to engage w/ him when stuck in traffic

Don’t turn on the radio, play a CD, or AUX/Bluetooth your phone

Don’t ask about his day

Don’t comment on anything mundane — on anything at all

Just let the man be

Having been his partner for a while now means you understand it isn’t personal

But it’s awkward in the beginning

After all, you can tell he’s seething

“Obanai? It’s just traffic babe. No need to stress!” ☺️

Wrong. Thing. To. Say. 🥴

To his credit, he simply grits his teeth, biting sharply at his tongue, refusing to yell at you bc somewhere amidst his seething he recognizes you’re just being a concerned sweetheart

Fortunately, you notice the tightening of his grip on the steering wheel, wisely opting to save the rest of your comforting words for a better time 😅

His seething vibes ebb once the traffic thins, at which point he mumbles sheepishly, “I love you. Please don’t talk to me when there’s traffic. It’s not you, it’s me. Alright?”

You nod, immediately grasping the situation, “Of course, babe. Thanks for letting me know.”

He blushes slightly, almost in disbelief that he’s w/ such an empathetic, respectful partner

If you happen to be the one driving, then he doesn’t seethe nearly as deeply

Still doesn’t want any background noise/music playing, but actually encourages you to ramble about your day — about whatever’s on your mind

He’s just sooooo grateful he isn’t the one behind the wheel, and can focus on his favorite thing instead: you !!!!!

If the traffic’s especially bad, then he might even shyly ask if he can take a nap

You always say, “Sure, babe!” but he’d certainly stay awake if you wanted his company instead

He hasn’t realized it yet, but you’ve started intentionally grabbing the car keys first whenever you get to drive somewhere together

It’s a small sacrifice, and totally worth it every time you get to watch him drooling adorably in your peripheral 😪

Unfortunately you haven’t been able to take any photos bc yanno, both hands on the steering wheel

But what a cutie patootie! 😍

Plus, he’s often super cuddly after #traffic naptime 🥰

Is too nice of a driver

The kind of driver who might actually cause traffic

Lets drivers go even when she has the right of way

Waits for pedestrians even when they’re still miles from actually getting to the crosswalk

Pulls off whenever she sees a stopped car w/ their hazards on (she’s jump started countless batteries and changed countless flat tires) 

You lowkey sob getting into the car if she’s driving, bc you know it’ll take forever and a day to get to your destination

Sometimes when you’re stuck in highway traffic w/ her, you swear you actually lose distance bc of how many ppl merge in front of her 😐

Ofc, you do find her kindness endearing to an extent

Actually have a decent amount of useful acquaintances from her constant insistance on providing roadside service—“Can’t we help them, [y/n]? Who knows how long Triple A might take to reach them! ☹️”—GAH you suck at denying her 😒

But ~eventually, you draw a soft line

“Mitsuri, honey, we’re going to be late. Again.”

She tilts her head confusedly, waving on yet another pedestrian, “Just text Shinobu? She’ll understand.”

“Mitsuri,” you’re firm, “I appreciate and admire how patient and thoughtful you are,” you swallow nervously, “But what about our time? What about my time?” and then quietly, “Sometimes I feel like stranger #5 is more important to you than… well, than me.”

She gasps, eyes widening as she connects the dots

Doesn’t speak for the remainder of the drive

Whiiich, goes by suspiciously fast ?? Her usual driving manners nonexistent

That’s not to say she drives rudely! She just doesn’t drive overly politely either

Once you arrive at the diner—where you’re meeting Shinobu for brunch—she quickly hops out of the car, rushing over to open the passenger door for you

“Misturi, I-”

She crushes you in a desperate hug before you can finish you sentence

“I had no idea how inconsiderate I was being of your time,” she murmurs into your neck

“Thank you for being honest with me,” she kisses your cheek

“Thank you for not being angry with me,” she kisses your other cheek

“I’m sorry I made you feel unimportant,” she squeezes your hipbones

“You are so important to me. The most important to me,” she brushes her nose against yours

“I promise to be more mindful of your time,” she nips at your bottom lip

“I love you,” you respond simply, heart brimming with relief and gratitude as you reassuringly caress her jaw, “Now let’s head inside? I’m ravenous!”

An absolute menace when stuck in traffic

Yanno when someone pulls an annoying ass stunt, and you can kinda peer through their window and sometimes you’re like, “Ohhh yeah that makes sense that a teenager pulled a dangerous, teenager move”?

Shinobu’s like that (as in, she’s like the teenager lmao), except the last thing anyone expects is a petite, smiling, devil

If she’s on the highway, then she def constantly changes lanes in traffic bc, “This one must be the fastest?!”

Tailgates (which isn’t quite as horrible when traffic’s forcing everyone to drive below 20 anyway, but still…)

Will honk incessantly until the car in front of her changes lanes 😳

Rolls down her window and offers a bright grin and careless wave whenever someone inevitably flips her off 😃

Hasn’t been in any accidents tho, bc her car is baby 🥺

She’s reckless, but doesn’t actually want to cause any harm to her baby

Also bc you’d never speak w/ her again 

Okayokay not actually, bc srsly using the silent treatment against your partner is toxic 🤢

If anything tho, she’d never hear the end of it, and she legit shrivels when you chew her out

Mostly bc you hardly ever get angry, and when you do, it’s always warranted and supported by various evidence, logic, and reasoning

If she’s in the city, then she can’t be quite as feisty w/ her driving

Has to utilize different tactics

Obnoxiously revs her engine to intimidate/irritate others

Surprisingly doesn’t run red lights, but will absolutely honk at someone if they take more than 0.01 secs to hit their gas once the light turns green again

Does this to everyone

Cops included

But has never been pulled over ?? Prob bc she technically doesn’t break any laws — is just suuuper aggressive and impatient

“The traffic was unbelievable today!” she groans as she enters the kitchen, smiling softly at the sight of you rummaging through the fridge

“How many?” you ask amusedly

She pouts—not that you’re looking at her Where is the cheese? I could’ve sworn I bought cheese?! you growl frustratedly—crossing her arms, “Received, only four. Given? In the double digits.”

“Hm, not too shabby,” you chuckle, “I guess you’ve done worse.”

Her record for receiving ✨the bird✨ in one nonstop drive is somewhere around 12

Her record for giving? Closer to 25

“I’m sorry I’m late,” she walks to you, pressing a warm kiss between your shoulder blades

“I’m glad you’re home in one piece,” you shrug, “Where is the cheese?”

“The cheese?” she laughs fondly at your whining tone, “Check the left bin.”

You check

“Aha !!” you grin triumphantly, spinning around, cheese in hand, “Your tardiness is forgiven, oh wonderful Shinobu.”

The longer he’s stuck in the traffic, the worse he gets

In the beginning, he’s arguably cheerful?

Kyojuro can put a positive spin on practically anything ☀️

If you’re in the car w/ him, then he’ll start a game of I-Spy or License Plates

He’s grateful for the extra time w/ you ☺

The grumpier you are about the traffic, the more he optimistically compensates

It’s all genuine too, bc he just finds it adorable when you’re huffy, and is more than happy to try and coax a contented mood from you

When he’s driving, he likes to hold your hand, rubbing reassuring circles, “It is alright, my love. We will get to where we need to be! Traffic comes and goes.”

He’s an experienced driver, and never takes unnecessary risks — would rather be late than cause an accident

When you’re driving, he likes to rest his palm on your thigh, squeezing gently, “Do not worry! You are doing great! I am sure we will be there in no time.”

He’s excellent about not passenger seat driving, ignores any road rage that you may or may not exclaim, and trusts that you’re remaining attentive and driving w/ utmost care — will very calmly and uncritically point out if you make/are about to make any rash decisions 

If you aren’t in the car w/ him, then that’s when things can, uhh, go south… 😶

He doesn’t have your lively presence to balance, to entertain, him

Doesn’t have your frustrated, beautiful smile to ease him

5-10 mins of traffic he can manage fine

20+ mins? Not so much

—Ik, Ik, there’s that awkward transition from 10 mins to 20 mins, but wouldn’t it be weird if I wrote 5-19? 😆

 As time dwindles by, he feels antsier and antsier

Something akin to aggravated sinks into his skin

Kyojuro is not good at feeling aggravated

He’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, clicking his tongue repeatedly, eyeing the clock every 30 secs

The only silver lining of getting stuck alone in traffic is when he calls you and you pick up

“[y/n]!”

From the mere edge of his voice, you recognize he’s stuck in traffic

“Kyo! How long has it been?”

“Too long!” he declares, “I miss you!”

“I miss you too, Kyo,” you stifle a fond giggle, “I’ll be here when you arrive, no matter how late. Okay?”

He appreciates you so much

11/10 going to smother you in affection the moment this damned traffic lets up and he can #gtfh (get the fuck home)

“Okay, [y/n]! I love you!” he doesn’t want to hang up, but he also dislikes being on the phone for too long while driving

“I love you! You’ve got this.”

Does his absolute best to avoid getting stuck in traffic

Generally refuses to drive/be driven between the hrs of 6am-10am and 3pm-8pm

Do those seem like wide ranges for AM and PM rush hrs?

Well they are

#can’t risk it #not even for the biscuit

On the rare occasions when he can’t avoid rush hr

Or when there’s construction/road work and everything gets backed up bc fucking. Idiots. Don’t. Know. How. To. Merge.

Like, did you NOT see the sign warning you that everything was gonna become one lane?

How about NOT zooming past and then merging last minute ??

You do realize that that exact behavior is why the single lane gets even more backed up ?????

Bc of selfish, oblivious, assholes such as yourself ??

There is a reason everyone is switching into one lane

—Can you tell that I encounter that specific above scenario often ?! Hahahahaha 😵

—ANYwho

On the rare occasions when Sanemi gets stuck in traffic

I guarantee he’s mumble cursing the entire time

Thing is, he’s typically prepared: if he knows he’ll have to drive during rush hr, then he knows he’s going to hit traffic, so he leaves himself ample time for the inevitable slowdown(s)

He isn’t pissed off bc he’s gonna be late or whatever

He’s pissed off bc #TRAFFIC

Bc #ppl constantly switching lanes as if each new lane’ll magically become the fastest one it won’t

Bc #ppl not paying attention and then suddenly yeeting over from the far left to make their exit dumbasses

Bc #ppl honking as if the additional noise will somehow organize the chaos it doesn’t

Fortunately, his traffic mood dissipates as soon as he reaches his destination

Especially if you happen to be his destination

No point in feeding negative energy when he’s finally FREE !! 🥳

Altho you can always tell when he’s coming off #traffic mode, bc: A, it takes a while for his shoulders to lose their accumulated tension; B, you can usually hear him stomping his way over to you; and C, sometimes, when traffic’s reeeally terrible, there’ll be a lingering redness in the middle of his forehead

Yanno, bc he facepalmed so many times 💀

Is pretty unfazed by highway traffic

Considers it an opportunity to listen to another episode of his favorite podcast

Or an entire album from start to finish

Gets into the far left lane and just zones out

Dw tho, he pays attention to how close he is to his exit 😉

City traffic, however

Poor Giyuu cannot handle the intensity of city traffic

Stimulation = too much 

Four way intersection w/ everyone running reds and packing as tightly together as possible w/o bumping?

Pedestrians making it even more stressful what w/ how they just saunter in between cars? Like ?? Dumbfucks do you want to get hit ?? Could you not do that ?? Please ??

Assholes honking, tire screeching, and flipping off everyone?

Meanwhile Giyuu’s just trying to safely get home to your pretty face 😭

Cars double parked w/o their hazards on, so it’s unclear if the driver plans on leaving anytime soon or if they’re just being an utter jerk

BICYCLISTS ffs just bc you’re riding something more nimble than a hunk of metal does not mean you can just weave around everything; you could get doored; you could get smacked; you could get ouch-ed !! (fun fact — I walk, drive, AND bike, so I’m familiar w/ all of their pros and cons 🙃)

The actual time that getting stuck in traffic consumes, on the highway or in the city, doesn’t annoy Giyuu

It’s just the likelihood of being overwhelmed—mostly in the city—that he loathes

Not to mention, why do ppl seem to forget basic driving etiquette and safety the moment traffic arises ??

Presumably ppl would drive better in traffic bc of its complexity, slower speeds, and higher stakes ?? 

But nooo ppl become certifiably terrifying

Ugh

He’d sit through highway traffic every day if he could be spared any and all city traffic

Would 100% make that deal w/ the devil​

[husbandohunter]

Dottore with short drabble “You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

Something angsty pls? Thank you!

Tainted Glass [Dottore x Reader/Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: Can you escape the prison you made?

(A twisted Cinderella story. The girl was covered in cinders because she was fatally addicted to drowning in flames.)

Warnings: angst, emotional abuse, violence, death

(A/n): To be honest anon, I didn’t know what the word ‘drabble’ means until I googled it. I uh...hope you don’t mind the length :> 

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You fell back against the cold hard floor with your arms bent and head turned sideways. The stinging pain spreads across your cheek. It burns. But your mind was still trying to register what had just came into fruition. 

Why?

The thought was so foreign somehow as if you could hardly believe he was doing this. But then the scene plays in your head again. You froze, your gaze enlarged and clueless while staring at the pale ground as it slowly begins to darken in the seeping movement of his menacing, haunting shadow. 

"Insolent woman, you wretch!" He spat in a disgusted tone, "How dare you speak to me in such demanding manner? Have I already told you, only talk when you have something important to say?"

You didn't respond, rather you merely let the strands fall in front of your vision as you gingerly pressed your hand against the place where he hit you. 

I…don't quite understand…

Dottore glowers down at your hunched form. He was never a man known for the virtue of patience. This man, the one who calls him your husband, you learned a long time ago to not meet his eyes as they would signal a hint of dominance amidst his authority, especially during moments like these. You came to feel his eyes instead, they were usually intense and full of wrath, sometimes crazed and curious while looking at his finest creations. He always loved experimenting in his labratory. After all, it was the only thing that could truly make the madman smile.

What is it that I'm missing? Where did I go wrong?

And you would do anything to obtain at least a fraction of the love he had left in his heart. 

He marches onward with heavy footsteps, paying no mind to your well-being, "Tch get out of my sight. I don't have the time to entertain with anymore these theatrics."

At the sound of him leaving you darted your attention towards him, "Wait, come back. Come back, " you plea softly, "Hector…" But he ignores your call. The back of your fiance disappears behind the door and slams it with a resounding thud. He was gone. You couldn't save him.

"No," As a result, you burried your face into your palms and cried.

“I'm sorry.”

…

What is love?

Being raised in one of the most prestigious bloodlines of Fontaine, a life filled with riches since your parents were well known scholars throughout Teyvat, they provided you and your family with everything you needed. From exquisite dishes to priceless jewelry, yet even among those riches you never did find an answer to your question. They were tangibles and short-lasting, eventually leaving you with nothing until the glass of your heart was filled empty. They seemed to have cared more about their fortune along with the brightest child of their family line, your brother, a male heir, someone who fulfilled their expectations where you couldn't do so. And because he was able to give them what they wanted, he was loved.

I see, love is conditional.

Realizing that you possessed no talent to achieve what your brother had accomplished, you came to accept that you were undeserving of their love. Love was for the smart. Love was for the gifted.  Love was for everything you are not. There was no place for your kind and thus you locked yourself up in your bedroom chambers along with your fragile heart where no one would try to find you, picking up the books upon the shelves and getting lost in their fantasies. 

They told you many beautiful things about the world and many reasons why it was so tragic. Because they weren't real. The story begins with a princess who was a kind-hearted soul, deprived from the care of her evil stepmother and dreams of marrying a prince from a land far far away. They often end on a happily ever after with the princes finding her one true love. You've never seen anything like it. Where two people, despite the struggles they went through, loved each other unconditionally.

Unconditional love only exists in dreams.

Or so you thought to believe.

One day a man marched right at the doorsteps of your mansion. He was a student coming all the way from Sumeru Academia and had high hopes of building a business partnership with your father. The man was declined of course, you watched from the garden bushes as he was sent off back into his carriage. He stops abruptly and turns his head ajar to catch your figure, his inquisitive eyes were both striking and sharp. Like thorns of a rose that was ready to prick anyone who dares to come close. Even so, they made a very lasting impression.

Red eyes.

It was the first time that someone had looked your way.

Couple of months later, the government had arranged a grand ball where all nobles would gather and commit to building their social circle. Useless events. There was no reason for you to engage. While your parents were occupied with the latest gossips and your brother surrounded by fathers who were eager to marry their daughters to him, you snuck outside to the balcony and hid away from the crowd. Quiet at last. And as things should be. The moon was your only friend because she was just like you; half empty. Maybe that was why you still had a glimmer of hope for the other half to be filled. 

Part white, you inquired, pristine and untainted. From far away it looked similar to snow. 

"My, how pleasantly surprising."

While the other part was stained with black cinders.

You glanced over your shoulder to see a man leaning against the pillar. His mint coloured bangs were slicked back in a trendy fashion, complimenting the white suit he adorned himself with. The golden chains hanging around his ebony boots dangled and clanged with each step he took forward until the light finally reveals his face.

"You seem familiar," you say while squinting your eyes, "Are you the person my father rejected back in February?"

He quirks one brow and you were afraid if you had offended him. But before you could utter an apology, the man splits his lips into a toothy grin and bursts out into a maniac-like laughter. He was completely insane, you thought to yourself. Though he paid no mind to your discomfort and continued to dwell in his amusement, "Hahaha straightforward, I like it! So what if I am? Is it a requirement to be a noble for me to simply have a chat?"

"And if I may ask why?"

"Hmmm, why?" The man reaches for the balcony and presses his back there. He threw his head backward before drilling his ruby gaze into yours, "I too am not fond of annoying crowds. Those snobbish fools thinking they're above everyone else just because they have a couple of mora when that is all they are worth. It's almost too hilarious for my own good."

You could tell there was disdain in his tone. Mainly towards your father who were one of the many unkind nobles of Fontaine and was only liked because of his success. Gripping your hands upon the stone railings, you looked down at the distant trees below while the wind rustled them apart, "I can't deny that," you say dissapointedly, "It's common for nobles not to associate with lower classes as it could potentially ruin their image. Though I may not have been there but I'm sure you had much to offer in terms of your brilliance, erm, Mister…?"

"Hector," Hector placed a palm on his chest with a polite bow following suit, "Hector Dufour-Lapointé. It is a pleasure to make you an acquaintance Lady (Y/n)."

"You know my name?"

"How could I not?" Hector smirks lazily as he danced around you, "I saw you before hiding behind the rose bushes back in your estate. Quite curious why you didn't attempt to say hello."

He even remembers that too. You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, "My apologies. I'm not use to socializing so much."

“Is that so? I think you're not giving yourself enough credit," he complimented while shrugging, "This is much more entertaining than hanging in that insufferably crowded room, it was an unexpected occurence to meet you here of all places. However, I must say time can fly if I'm able to enjoy myself."

You shifted away from his stare, "You flatter me. We've only been talking for a few minutes."

"I have yet to realize it then" Hector's cheerfulness remains at stance despite your gloomy response. He leans forward like a curious child and tosses you a question, "Then allow me to ask, what brings you out here Lady (Y/n)? I don't see any reason when your family are such highly respected people of Fontaine." 

"I'm not like them!" You retort instantly, causing the man to glance at you with skepticism, "I mean, I have nothing to do with them and they have nothing to do with me. That's just how it is. They already have Clement after all…"

Why am I telling him this?

"Ah your brother I assume. Yes so I've heard much about his genius mind. There were a few instances where he and I collaborated at Sumeru Academia," Hector speaks as if regarding to his unpleasant memories, "Although he never said anything about having a sister."

"We're not that close. And I'm not very fond of him," you confessed bluntly.

"Neither am I," Hector agreed with a scowl, "He claims his position using the knowledge derived from history books but never tries to think beyond the norm. That ignorant mindset of his will surely be his downfall one day."

"Ignorance can lead to anyone's downfall. If they turn a blind eye to the truth, so much can be taken from them," you paused shortly from rambling too much, "That's what I read in books at least."

"As expected of your lineage," he sighs whimsically, "Such avid readers."

"Well my family prefers documents and research. I've gone through them too but I will always love reading fiction."

"Ha! Seems you really are trying to be different from the rest of your family."

Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours, you had already forgotten about the cold breeze despite your dress being less than ideal for the outdoors. The man, although he can be a little to blathering at times, was more than what seemed to be on the surface. At first you thought of him as someone here to take advantage of your relations to your father but he seemed so sincere when listening to your stories, so eager while expressing his thoughts and even made you laugh a couple of times. You didn't realize that the clock had already struck twelve as the guests were preparing to leave but you just weren't ready to do the same.

"Until next time (Y/n)," he takes your fingers and pressed a kiss on top of them, though you were more struck by how he addressed you without honorifics, "I look forward to speaking with you again."

A warm smile graces your lips as you cursty, "Likewise Hector. Thank you for listening to me. I know I must have taken a long time."

Hector sneered but you already learned that it was simply his way of expressing amusement, "Hardly. I was thoroughly entertained."

When your parents found out about your meeting with him, they made it clear that you would never see him again. Hector Dufour-Lapointé is what he calls himself but the real name behind this man was Hector Valliere who came from a village hidden in the west of Fontaine. Rumours said that he was chased out of his hometown by an angry mob, claiming him to be a madman conducting unethical experiments on humans. Shortly after his arrival in Sumeru, he abandoned his past identity and replaced it with a new one in order to enter the academy under legal supervision. Associating with a man of a suspicious reputation would only cause harm to your family's name. Though you could barely care much about their reputation. There was nothing for you to benefit from it.

Few weeks have passed and you evetually gave up on the thought of hearing from Hector. They were only fleeting moments, nothing more. Your routine would stay the same as you kept on plucking more books off the shelves, killing whatever time you had. However the activities you used to enjoy somehow lost it's flair and there would be a slight pain in your chest whenever you turn to a page with the princess as she is surrounded by her friends. What exactly changed? Your family still treated you the same. Did you suddenly grow bored from doing the same thing everyday? Why is it that you feel much more lonelier despite being alone for so long? It was hard to tell in a singular perspective. If only there was someone here to give you some insights on things you couldn't see…

A silver bird lands by your front window and you nearly fell out of your chair as it flapped their wings violently. A machine?! They dropped what seems to be an envelope within the thick bushes before taking off and buzzing into the evening sky. You switched off the lock and lifted the glass within a single movement, snatching the piece of paper so that the wind wouldn't blow it away. Hastily you opened it. Both curious and cautious of why would anyone send you mail in such a discreet approach.

Chère Mademoiselle (Y/n),

I can only imagine the shock of your expression once reading this letter. I'm only writing to you since I assume that your father had already told you those nasty rumours about my past. No matter. I trust that you have a good head on your shoulders to not prejudge people using such miniscule details. I wish to speak with you again. Unless you have other plans staying in that stuffy room of yours, meet me behind the clock tower at 11:00 p.m. Don't be late.

Bien à vous,

H.

"It really is him!" The happiness spreads all across your features as you clutched the letter to your chest. For some reason, your heart wouldn't stop racing. It was a simple yet thoughful action on his part but despite how short his greeting was, every word held the weight of a thousand sparks, "I…I can't stop smiling."

And without hesitation, you prepared to leave. No one noticed your absence.

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It was only halfway where you realized that Hector didn't give many details redgarding why he planned this sudden event. You caught sight of him standing under the roofs with his hands hidden behind his back. He had on his signature lopsided grin, brows uneven as he glanced at you casually.

"How very punctual, were you so eager that you couldn't wait?" He teases.

"I was surprised when your bird knocked upon my window," you inform, "Is it something urgent?"

"Not at all. I merely wanted to catch up with old times," Hector tilts forward to emphasize his suggestion, "Care to indulge me for a bit?"

You crossed your arms, "Then what is it that you're hiding behind your back?"

"Hmm?" He hums, "You mean this?"

"Ah!"

Roses. A bouquet of bright red flowers were presented to you, nicely wrapped in fabric. In the language of Fontaine, recieving them could mean multiple of things and you couldn't help but feel hesitant despite his thoughtful gesture, "Why are you giving me this?"

"Is it so wrong for me to be a gentleman? I thought it would be best to prepare you a gift after you put all that effort to come out in such a late hour," Hector mused to himself, "Especially when you had to make sure no prying eyes would catch us."

You let out a small laugh before accepting the bouquet, "I wouldn't go as far to say that."

"Oh?" Although it was hard to see, Hector managed to catch a glimpse of your flushed cheeks hidden behind the flowers. A darken smirk climbs onto his face at the inviting thought of what it could mean, "Tell me more."

The whole night you both spent walking around the empty plaza with only the stars as your guide. They paved a silver path reflected in the horizon above, free flowing like one of the many watercolour paintings hung in your chambers, uncertain where they may lead but you followed them regardless. If it weren't for Hector's inivtation you might have never known about the parts of your city due to the restricted lifestyle you lived. He listened to every one of them. The stories you had to tell when there was no one for you to talk to and the complaints about your brother whenever he wanted to snitch on your actions just to get the praise out of your father. You expressed your frustrations when speaking about your incompetences, joy after reading a good fairytale book written by your favourite author, there was so much to say that you were worried if Hector soon grew tired from them.

"Go on. I'm listening."

And your heart flutters again. Suddenly everything felt so light with each step you took, it was as if you walked across the stars in the sky rather than the heavy pavement of the ground you called your home. But even if happiness was a bliss, it tormented you. Because companionship made you realize how poor your were all along. That you had everything yet you had nothing, slowly withering away like the roses you held in your hand. Convinced that your existence was worth nothing more than nothing itself. Doomed to be dismissed and forgotten. Rotting away...Hector stays by your side as you cried softly into the night.

From a distance the bell rings and echoes just like the time before during Fontaine's grand ball. Hector shows you a secret route so that no one could find you.

"Will you write to me again?"

The request was so innocent, purely from genuine intentions and devoided of anything he had in mind. Hector would always laugh in these situations when things have gone unexpectedly yet pleasingly his way but held back knowing that it would be foolish to waste such a priceless opportunity. And so he gave you his smile, one full of secrets where you had mistakened it as a promise, "Of course my dear."

Every night you could no longer fall asleep since he had occupied your thoughts completely. Sometimes you'd dream of him and their tales would unfold similarly to the ones you have read. It gone to the point where the maids would have to wake you up during late afternoons due to the dramatic change in your sleep schedule. Though, you didn't care what they did to you. As long as no one found out about your secret rendezvous.

You never thought that there'd be a day where you would voluntarily give up reading your beloved fairytales. They were now replaced by a stash of his letters that have been accumulated over the past few months. You read them each day, pacing back and forth within the walls of your room, whispering his sentences as if he were the one saying them to you. He made you feel special. You were addicted to this feeling. Eventually you managed to memorize his words by heart. 

The pages of your diary were filled with notes. Like your very own  fairytale carved into reality. From the rose petal, now dried, to the hairpin he snatched from a distracted merchant and a single strand of his hair you found within your cloak after a warm embrace, all of these items, a remnant of the man you loved were taped up in these pages. Sometimes you could even feel his prescence because it was all you needed. It didn't matter if Clement threw insults about how worthless your existence was, your parents could lock you in this prison if they wanted to but they shall never take away Hector from you. Never. You swear it. He was your whole world and the prince who saved you from a life made of aching emptiness. You would do anything to keep him by your side. Anything to gain his affection.

Anything.

"I had a feeling that you were the culprit dear sister."

Your arms stutters as they clutched tightly on the scrolls you took off from the shelves. The light crept into the room like arms reaching out to clutch around your ankles, warning you for trespassing. You turned around dreadfully to see Clement pressing his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms folded and a wicked expression aimed at your pitiful state.

"Why…Why are you still awake?" You say in disbelief, "I thought everyone was asleep."

"Please. Not only are you shameless but hypocritical as well. You truly are a dissapointment to our family."

"Wait," taking a step forward, you stopped him before he makes his exit, "I'll put them back. Just don't tell father about this."

But like your parents, your brother was unkind. Clement doubles over and hugs his torso, cackling through his teeth, "Is that how it is?" He swipes his arm up and you see a parchment paper held between his fingers. 

"No!"

"Ma chérie (Y/n). I must say all this tenacious effort of sneaking in my letters to your window is becoming more and more tiresome. But of course, you are an exception. I want the scrolls you've mentioned the other day at my lair tomorrow evening. Make sure no one discovers this. I'm counting on you. Cordialement! Hector."

"No…" you whispered, feeling the weight of the world fall upon your shoulders as it shattered apart. Hector. If possible, you hoped that the pieces could just crush you right then and there. Your knees felt weak and a fright takes over but despite your turmoil, Clement didn't show a shred of sympathy.

"So this is why you've been acting odd lately. Pathetic," he flaps the paper tauntingly in his grasp, "I can't decide if I should be impressed or baffled by your actions. A secret romance with a criminal and the bloodline of Fontaine's most respected government associates? Even though you've hit rock bottom, you still decided to dig deeper."

"Clement you don't understand!"  Stumbling upon your footsteps, you desperately tried to convey your predicament even if it meant feeding his ego, "Hector is not the man you think. He was shunned by the people of his hometown, treating him as if he were nothing. They…They ignored him! All this time he needed someone to recognize his brilliance, someone to understand." Shakily, you brought your tensed arms to your chest and screamed a silent whisper, "Someone to listen but no one did. He must have felt so alone…"

Clement flinches when you suddenly clutched onto his biceps. When he looked into your eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

"Hector is counting on me. I'm the only one who can save him. No one else. He needs me Clement, he needs me!" 

"Tch."

An ear-splitting scream of his hand against your face echoes across the room. It knocked you out of your stance and you bumped into the table, grunting while the scrolls to tumbled to the floor.

"Crazy woman, I'm embarassed to be related to you!"

While you were still trying to regain your balance, your brother had already ran off. It wouldn't be long before he alerted your parents, the clock ticking away like sand until the final hour leaves you with nothing but an empty glass. 

"No," despair swallows the strength away from your legs and you crawled towards where he used to stand, "Don't take him away from me…I need him…"

I can't live without him.

I can't live without him.

I can't live without him.

Tears begin to form by the corners of your eyes as you clenched your teeth. This was no time to cry. Balling your fists, you sprinted out of the room, pushing whatever stood in your way as if you were running for your life. 

And if you considered everything else, it wasn't that far from the truth.

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"Hector! Hector are you there?" After arriving upon his house, you began knocking on his door aggressively. The lock clicks and you were greeted by an evidently annoyed man gnawing his teeth together.

"Tsk. There better be a good reason-"

"They're coming for us! We have to go. Now. Before it's too late. My father is probably already waking and making arrangements for you to-"

"Enough, I can't even catch what you're saying," He pinches the bridge of his nose while you were still stuck in a frenzy state. He takes a step back and opens the door wider, gesturing for you to come inside, "Get in already. I have a feeling that this will be a long night."

Hector observes intently at the words you tell him.

Not out of concern but akin to the way he watches the insects react when he exposes them to a different environment.

He was a scientist after all. A madman in which you deliberately fell in love with, so much to the point that he was able to feel pity for once. How you trusted him wholeheartedly with all of your vulnerabilities, emotions and secrets like handing him your parts just so he could put you back together again. Tinkering was always one of his favourite hobbies and he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the thought of you being completely wrapped around his finger. 

Perhaps that was the reason why he loved you. Because he didn't love you. He loved you in parts.

"It was only a matter of time," Hector sighs. He sneaks his grasp into yours, knowing how much it affects you and puts on an invisible mask of deciet, "I already knew this day would happen long before anyone could have predicted it."

"You did?" With worried eyes you gazed at him, "What shall we do then?"

Knowing he hit the target, his lips begin to curl up towards his ears, showing his sharp white teeth that shone against the dim-litted room. Hector asks, "Do you love me?"

A silly question. You didn't hesitate to answer, "Of course I do. I've said it many times."

"Prove it to me," Forcing his forehead against yours, Hector commands in a dangerously low tone, "Kill your brother and only then you can truly be mine."

Your brain sutters, trying to absorb what he had just said. Kill? As in to take a life? It sounded wrong. But...was it wrong if the life belonged to someone who ruined yours?

Dumbfoundedly, you glanced into the bloody orbs of your lover, his black pupils thinning into knives while burning in the hellfire of his true colours. Hector runs a hand from the scalp of your hair, down to your cheek before gingerly sliding his fingers at your jawline. He pulled you close and whispered into your ear.

"Are you scared?"

Ah, this wasn't about your feelings. This was about him and your future and there could be no future you without him by your side.

You let your eyelids drop and leaned into his touch, "I could never be scared of you Hector. Whether it is within my power or not, I will make sure no one gets in our way. I swear it."

"Good," he continues to have you feed on his affection, "I knew I could count on you."

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The news of your brother's death filled every headline Fontain had to offer. He was driven off a cliff while making a trip towards Sumeru. No one survived. The remains were so crushed to the point that authorities had trouble identifying their bodies. The only explanation they could come up with by observing the leftover tracks was that the horse must have gone out of control and ended up dragging the carriage along with it.

Ha. Serves him right.

Food poisoning. The vial Hector made was very effective. You made sure to bury it away from your mansion.

With no other choice, you became your family's next heir. Hector notifies you that he would be away for several months to solidify a unique connection with a man hailing from Snezhnaya. You didn't think he would arrive at your doorsteps with so much authority. Fatui soldiers followed from behind as the staff paved a way for them to enter. Your father was clearly displeased by his outrageous approach but he knew he was in no place to deny.

"Upon the agreement between Fontaine and Snezhnaya, Lady (Y/n) will become Harbinger Il Dottore's wife," the Duke announces, "This news will be publicly announced at the end of October."

Dottore? Is that what he calls himself?

As if claiming his victory, Dottore shoots your father a devilish smile. You could feel the dining table shake when he kept pressing his fist against the smooth surface, begrudingly congratulating you both for the new engagement. Your mother bursted into tears.

Was it worth it?

You watched both of your parents mourn silently in their own manner. Perfectly knowing that you were the main cause. But you weren't able to feel any sadness because in the end, you now had everything you've ever wanted. 

The inheritance.

Their attention.

But most of all, him.

And when you were convinced that this was your happily ever after, that fairytales were not just beautiful lies for the sake of comfort, you didn't realize  you were already living a life made of beautiful lies conjured by your own mind for the sake of your own comfort. 

"You're nothing without me."

Dried and calloused hands squeezed around your throat as you flailed your legs against the soft fabric of the carpet floor. He encases you in a straddling position, enjoying the sight of your tortured and clenched face. Hector…no, Dottore hated it when you disobeyed him. He despised it when his creations don't work the way he wanted them to and he had no use for things that are broken.

"G-hka--k..-"

"How many times do I have to remind you to not use my birthname. Do those ears of you even function properly? Or must I fix them myself?"

You gasped for air when he relaxed his grip. Vision a blur, you coughed a few times before he pulls your arm so that you lay flushed against his chest.

"Don't forget who saved you dear (Y/n). Because of me you were able to escape that miserable life you've despised for years. I expect the utmost gratitude on your part at all times, it is only fair that I punish you for not meeting my requirements, don't you agree?" Dottore lifts his hand up to pinch your cheeks, pulling your head to stare at your eyes, "After all, there is no one else in this world who can put up with you…but me."

His words were poison in which you drank like a woman starved. It made you feel numb to the pain the more you drowned in their alluring scent, the taste was sweet, a remedy for the bitterness of reality where the man of your dreams was nothing but a cruel monster. You came to believe that the reason why he treated you so harshly was because he was scared of losing you. You were caught in the trap of what seemed to be love and devotion when truly, you were just a toy to be used at a means end. He breaks you and he puts you back together, over and over again, filling in between the cracks formed in your glass heart with the phrases you loved to hear. Just like how he filled the other holes of your life where no one else did. You called it kindness. He saw it as entertainment.

Most people pay attention to the flower's beauty but they never acknowledge the thorns hidden beneath it's blossom.  That is why they bleed. They get hurt. Though, you didn't mind shedding blood if it was for his sake.

Because you would do anything for him.

You would do anything to bring back the memories of Hector Dufour-Lapointé and save him from the Harbinger that ruined his life. Your life. It wasn't his fault. You knew you could change him to what he was before because you were in love with him, that he might still in there. Somewhere.

Right?

…

Please come back.

Time continues to flow like the tears of your dying heart despite yearning for it to turn at the past. Dottore already left the room a long time ago but you didn't. Raising your head away from your hands, you peered at the door in front of you, begging desperately through a chanting record of despondence. 

Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back.

Images, they slipped through your fingers, slowly becoming more distant until your mind began to see them as illusions. Dreams. Things that were not real. Telling you that your life was a lie. 

"Come back to me…Hector."

Because the man you loved was withering in your memories and you couldn't do anything to save him.

A dry croak robbed you of your breath as you turned to look in the mirror.

Worthless. You were always worthless, it was what your parents told you since birth. It was what you became when he wasn't at your side because without him, your existence was worthless. You lied for him, you stole for him you, took a life for him. You destroyed yourself for him to point that it was hard to believe you were even looking at yourself.

Worthless. It's who I am.

And despite it all, you couldn't obtain his love.

(Crack).

Worthless things don’t deserved to be loved.

(Crack. Crack).

But what if it’s because I’m worthless, that he won’t love me back?

(Crack).

Your eyes jolted open, causing you to gasp sharply. When the sweet lies dispersed in your head and cleansed you of deceit, everything started to make sene. You came to realize why your wish was impossible all along.

Dottore...no, Hector, the reason wasn't because he didn't return your feelings. Neither was it due to the fact that he hurt you through his actions. Nor when he made you cry or scream for help before feeding you with more lies, thinking he would never hurt you again. It was none of those things.

It was because the man you loved this whole time was someone who could love no one but himself.

"Ha...haha," sucking in your breath, a sinister laugh escapes your mouth, "Hahahahahahaha.....!"

Everything was worthless.

You grabbed a nearby hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, watching yourself shatter into a million pieces.

There was only one thing left to do. 

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"Ugh, where is it?!"

It was late into the night where every staff had gone to sleep. The Harbinger fumbles with his keys while standing at the door of his basement as he was too busy proceeding with his research rather than considering the thought of rest. Usually he acted upon them on his own will, performing various experiments for enjoyment. However, ever since the Snezhnayan court had requested him to look into the ancient arts of alchemy, Dottore was forced to carry it out before the deadline approached. Otherwise his position as Harbinger would be revoked.

"What a bunch of self-centered blockheads. Can't they understand that it take quality time to get quality results?"

Most of his important documents were stored on the otherside. Half of it came from his father-in-law's library. He had you to thank for that.

"Ah finally," he mutters, though still dissatisfied, "I should have a word with my butler for misplacing them."

Dottore shoves the key into the lock but instead of twisting the knob he noticed something strange. It was old and had yet to be fixed but somehow he didn't have any trouble adjusting his wrist. Then he saw there were a set of freshly made fingerprints upon the smooth metallic surface. However, the only person awake at this time would be him-

An intruder!

Dottore drops everything to the ground and yanks the door open. He skittered down the stone stairs while cursing under his breath. Using the delusion gifted by the Tsaritsa, the Harbinger activated his lazer-like pillars as he took advantage of their glow to light up the unlit room.

"What in the abyss...?!"

Except it wasn't dark.

"All of these scrolls, I recognize them," without sparing a single glance, you spoke nostalgically towards the bookshelves, "It brings me so much memories..."

Dottore clenches his teeth together as his eyes shone an angry red, you were holding a torch dangerously close to his hard-earned collection, "What do you think you're doing?!" He fumed, "Put that out, AT ONCE! Don't make me repeat myself!

"They're precious to you aren't they?" You finally shifted to face him, "More than me."

"What has gotten into you?" He was about to hurl at you until he saw your torch lowering, causing him to retreat. You were strangely noncholant and he couldn't help the feeling of disturbance. Accepting that he didn't have the upperhand, Dottore decided to use a different approach, "(Y/n)."

The sound of your name falls from his lips. You faltered.

"I'm sorry for what I have done. I know I was dishonourable to you, as your husband and lover, and that you didn't deserve to see me so aggressive. You have every right to express your anger, my dear. I was in the wrong."

It was only a mask. You knew it well. But seeing him with softened eyes and a tone so comforting, made you desperately wanting to run into his arms so he could wipe away your sorrows just like once upon a time. To live happily ever after.

Hector.

Dottore runs his fingers through his hairstrands in frustration and sighs, "However the Tsarista needed me to do something very important and I can't seem to fulfill her request no matter how hard I try. It angers me. If I don't finish this, there would be no place for us to stay."

"Hector..." you sniffled quietly. He looks so much like him right now.

"Can't you see I'm doing this for you?" He consoles, yet his weapons still remain, "I only intended to make you happy and there's nothing I won't do to achieve that. How about I show-"

"Enough."

Dottore froze upon your sudden command. He didn't sense a hint of subjugation and it seemed that you had perfect control of your emotions. How very inquisitive. Did you grow immune to the style of his voice? In such a short period of time? The facade he had on was now replaced with a growling animal-like expression. You looked at him dissapointedly. His Harbinger self returned. Hector was no more.

"Ha, you're the same as always. Even before the time you became a Harbinger. The same man that I fell in love with but it is me who will never be the same again," For a moment you averted your gaze as if trying hard to swallow your own words, "Remember when we first met at the balcony? That I told you my favourite books to read are fiction? I knew they weren't real but deep down, I wanted to believe in them anyways. And you know what? They did come true, to some degree..."

As the memories come flashing back, he defenselessly watches your expression contort from sadness to a calm contemplation and finally, enraged disgust, "But you only ever brought me pain and I'm sick of it!"

Swaying the torch to the side, Dottore flinches forward but he didn't dare to come close when your current state was unpredictable to him, "I JUST WANTED YOU TO LOVE ME," you wail, I just wanted to be loved, bringing a clawed hand against your forehead and trembling upon contact, "It's all that I ask for..."

Dottore narrowed his brows. Perhaps he may have gotten too far.

"But I know it's impossible. The world is a cruel place and there's no point in trying anymore. That is why I'm going to set us free."

"...What do you mean?"

You shut your eyes closed and tossed the flaming torch to the ground. A horrified expression takes over his features. It didn't take long for the fire to begin spreading amongst the room.

"NO!" Dottore yelled powerfully, he frantically darts his gaze at all directions as they continued to flicker and blend into his precious documents. You stood still and watched him grab the ones that were intact, savouring the most he could but they slip out of his arms every time he moved. Dottore glances behind him to see a rising cage of hellfire. Then he turns to you.

" 'Til death do us part!" you laughed maniacally.

The madman looked back with angry dismay, "You're out of your mind!"

Abandoning whatever he held in his hand, Dottore spins around towards the staircase. He covers his face with his sleeve and did whatever he could to prevent the fire from touching him. However, he accidentally stumbled on his footsteps and something fell off the heights, knocking him in the face. He grunts painfully.

"That will leave a scar," you smile while he clutches at his injury, "I can break you too.”

Just like how you broke me.

Knowing that you've managed to leave a mark of your existence on him in someway, you peacefully watched your lover wobble between the hell you created. But the hell you knew was not made of scorching heat and thundering flames. Hell was empty. Hell was a void. This feeling was far too gentle to be considered hell. If he can't return your love, then at least let these caging arms bask you in the warmth you’ve always desired.

Lifting your head, you looked towards the ceiling and closed your eyes.

Ah, this cannot be death.

[maiverie]

mai can u pls do the sibling (like if your moots would be your younger or older sibling based on vibes & how u picture interactions or give them an idol sibling with simlar vibes) or idol moot game (here u put u and ur moots into an idol grp and give positions) if u have time? ^_^

HI ANON OMG i love ask games 😭 thank u sm for asking 🥰 tbh not entirely sure im even doing this right so pls bear w me 💀 i’ll do the siblings one hehe but if you think the idol/positions one would also be fun, just let me know 💖 also SORRY IF THIS POST KINDA MID LMAO 😭😭💔

@seungstarss — AKDJFK she’s my whole ass twin!!! 😭 i want to say i’d be the older one since i literally am older but sei is honestly so kind and mature it feels so wrong to say that 😭 i think as a sibling she’d actually be hella fun LIKE WE’D START SM SHIT IN THE FAMILY JUST FOR FUN 💀💀💀 jk but sei really reminds me of yeji (itzy) who btw is my fave from itzy bc shes so kind and hardworking and really takes care of other people but not in a way that’s super overt ??? does that make sense 😭 she’s not an overpowering leader at all but you know you can 10000% turn to her for advice and she’d always be there for u during ur worst days :(((

@wonvelvet — YEONIE GIVES ME OLDER SISTER VIBES 😭 but only because she’s a whole seasoned writer (enhablr veteran 💪) and she carries this entire community on her back (some get her a chiropractor 😁) no joke i feel so inadequate around her because she’s literally amazing and i respect her so so much (though she NEVER gives herself due credit) for the way she carries herself?? so poised and calm but nevertheless so so so much fun and will totally spazz about ab enhypen w u ❤️ IM IN LOVE W HER BUT YES ITS GIVING SLIGHTLY OLDER SIS VIBES, someone you really look up to and can trust !! i love karina (aespa) bc she’s kind of like a kid leader that jokes around w all the members but you can tell she rlly knows how to step up to the leader role when needed 😭 also this is kinda paradoxical to everything i’ve just said but i’m also getting jungwon vibes 😭 someone vvv calm and smart and can read people really well?? 😳

@jangwonie — MY BABY SISTERRRRRR LEESEO (ive) 😭 no fr bc fae is so warm and adorable and energetic around people 😣 she probably has like 837483 moots at this point bc its so so hard not to love fae 🥺 leeseo has so many charms and there’s just so much light in her eyes that you can’t help but smile 😭 fae literally has that effect on me; can’t help but smile every time she comes up on the dash :(( FUCK I LITERALLY OWE HER A BUNCH OF JUNGWON EDITS LEMME DO THAT AFTER THIS 🗣

@nyanggk — FUCK ACTUALLY I HAVE NO IDEA W MIRAI 😭😭 SHE GIVES ME SAME AGE VIBES??? IDK WHY THO SHE GIVES ME MIDDLE CHILD VIBES FOR SURE BC SHES JUST SO SO SO FUNNY AND SO MUCH FUN AND honestly gives me the best vibes any time i ever interact w her 😭😭❤️ like lmao mirai is the type to definitely fuck with her older/younger sister cause she feels like it 😭 AND PROBABLY BLAME U FOR IT JUST CAUSE 😭 no but fr she reminds me of like beomgyu (txt) because she’s so fuckimg funny and chaotic BUT U KNOW she’s super talented and can put her mind to anything she wants 😈

@blessed-sky — actually i have no idea 🧍🏻‍♀️ YOUNGER SIBLING MAYBE????? sky literally is one of the best moots ever bc she NEVER EVER fails to bring the energy to the table istg she’s literally amazing 😭 she’s really really supportive and kind and i think as a younger sibling, she’d make you feel really bad bc of how much ud depend on her 😭 but shes 100% the mood maker of any group so i would love to compare her to jay (enha), yeri (red velvet) & haechan (nct) who can all be super funny and cheerful and are all the mood makers of their groups istg 😭 OR EVEN JUST SUNOO BC SHES A WHOLE BALL OF SUNSHINE ISTG 😭😭💖💖💓💗💞

@enaus — MY BABY SISTER 😭 IDK WHY I JUST HAVE THIS URGE TO PROTECT ELY WITH MY WHOLE HEART BUT TBH I DONT THINK SHE HAS ANY ISSUE WHATSOEVER DEALING W SHIT HERSELF 😭 she’s the kind of sibling u see grow up really well and you feel a little sad bc they probably don’t need you to protect them anymore 😭 in many ways ely is super mature and kind and i really appreciate the way she approaches things 💖💖 as such she kind of reminds me of jungkook (bts) bc shes super passionate and determined LIKE HAVE U SEEN THE NUMBER OF WIPS SHE HAS 😭😭

@shoyotime — BFF IM NOT EVEN SURE I SHOULD BE ADDING U TO THESE THINGS WHEN YOURE LOWKEY GONE(ISH) BUT WHATEVER KDJFKDKSK i want to say younger sibling but honestly bff you are far more achieved than i am lmao it would just embarrassing to say that 💀💀🤚NAH FR I FEEL LIKE IF CAEL AND I WERE ACTUALLY SIBLINGS she’d be so real and down to earth and would be sure to humble me anytime that i needed it 😭 honestly i think cael is such an honest and funny person she kinda reminds me of jungwon in that they are both savages AND YET NATURAL LEADERS and will always always want the best for u 😭💖

@vmpnoo — FRAYYYYYYY MY LOVE she gives me the vibe of the mature younger sibling that people often mistake for your older sibling??? is that too oddly specific 💀💀 or maybe just older sibling tbh cause HONESTLY IM CONVINCED fray is one of the best people around here bc she’s genuinely so fucking funny but real and will never hesitate to call out bullshit when she sees it 😌 she gives me the impression that her IQ is sexy and her EQ is even sexier; i love the way she writes because she’s so so eloquent and articulate w her words 😭 she reminds me of someone like yoongi (bts) who’s really passionate about his work and will take the due time in order to craft it to their standards; her fics are really really detailed and you can see how passionate she is about writing,,, bff i really really respect that 😭

@softforqiankun — MY WARM FUNNY LOVELY OLDER SISTER WHO TELLS ME ALL HER STORIES AND PATS ME ON THE HEAD AND TELLS ME TO LEARN FROM ALL HER MISTAKES 😭‼️ i appreciate u sm heather bc u never fail to make me laugh w ur bee stories 😭😭 honestly you remind me of jihyo (twice) whom i love so so so so so much because she’s such a good leader and such a warm person :((( love interacting w u and hope we never stop hehe 🥰💖💓💗💞

I REALLY REALLY WOULD TAG OTHER MOOTS BUT THIS POST KINDA LONG PLUS I ALR FEEL KINDA BAD FOR TAGGING PPL IN THE FIRST PLACE SO I MIGHT JUST STOP HERE 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

THANK U ANON FOR THIS LOVELY LOVELY ASK I HAD SM FUN W IT 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[getofy]

bakugo as your boyfriend would include...

request: what would dating bakugo be like?

gn!reader (but there are slight fem themes if you squint); fluff; headcanons; no spoilers

character: bakugo katsuki

a/n: this goes out to my one & only <333. ilysm deku kinnie pls enjoy! also, @ bakugo simps i hope this feeds u well. he’s sm fun to write for. headcanons + a short playlist are under the cut.

*ty to my bakugo kinnie/simp friend for helping me write this. i appreciate u. A LOT of these ideas r hers!!

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FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM SOUNDS LIKE:

01. TEENAGE DIRTBAG by WHEATUS

02. GUTTER GIRL by HFHW

03. BOYFREN by LOVE LEO

04. IN TOO DEEP by SUM 41

05. TOUNGES by THE FRIGHTS

06. R U MINE? by ARCTIC MONKEYS

-

katsuki is a very emotional person. he feels incredibly deep and profound things, but has trouble expressing it in a healthy manner. this being so, him as your s/o would consist of a lot of subtle displays of affection! such as...

-> SHOWING YOU HOW TO DO STUFF:

he’ll teach you small things about his hobbies. will 100% show you how to play the drums, mountain climb, etc.

literally you learn so much with him it’s insane. he claims it’s because he couldn’t stand dating an incapable person, but in reality it’s just because he likes feeling useful/needed HAHA.

-> TOUCHING YOU:

this man is lowkey super clingy...so he will always find a way to be physically close to you.

a BIG fan of putting his arm around your shoulder fs. don’t mention it to him though because he’ll IMMEDIATELY stop doing it.

-> LETTING YOU SIT ON HIS LAP:

if you’re comfortable with it, he’d adore it if you sat on his lap!! like fr if you walked up to him when he was lounging on the couch and did it this is how it would go...

“what’re you doing?”

“sitting down, why?”

he just stares and then grunts before going back to whatever he was doing

don’t let his indifference fool you, he is very pleased.

probably looked up at the ceiling and thought about it for an hour once you left

he thinks about you a lot

-> ALWAYS COOKING FOR YOU:

he pretends like it’s a nuisance, but it genuinely makes his day when you eat the stuff he prepares. literally if you’re hungry just ask him to make you smth and he’ll do it. he actually gets angry if you decide to cook without him.

one time, katsuki seemed really tired because of training and school. so you tried to make something for the both of you guys to enjoy together. it uh...didn’t go well...

“what are you doing?!”

“cutting vegetables...”

“no. you’re doing it all wrong. give me the knife.”

“excuse me??”

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE.”

you ended up giving him the knife

the meal was great!?? but he scolded you for like 30 minutes after PLS.

-> SHOWING YOU OFF:

he’s proud that you’re his s/o, so of course he’s gonna brag about you to EVERYONE.

it’s not overbearing or in an annoying way either. it’s moreso him talking about your accomplishments and stuff like that.

he literally only shows you off for his own benefit. NEEDS everyone to know how cool you and him both are.

it’s an ego thing.

i take back what i said abt it not being annoying. it’s a nuisance to everyone who ain’t you.

-> SITTING NEXT TO YOU:

like i said before, he needs to be close to you at all times. sooo he always sits next to you. no questions asked.

expect to see a pouting, petty katsuki if you decide to sit next to somebody that isn’t him.

“are you seriously mad that i sat next to deku and not you on the bus?!”

“‘COURSE IM MAD.”

“you’re impossible.”

“HUH??????”

-> LETTING YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES:

PRACTICALLY CHUCKS HIS SHIRTS AND HOODIES AT YOU. LITERALLY JUST- PELTS YOU WITH HIS CLOTHES UNTIL YOU PUT THEM ON.

you took his hoodie without asking ONE TIME and now he’s hooked on seeing you in his clothing.

he’ll always pretend like he’s doing you a favor though.

gotta love how annoying he is! 

-> GIFT GIVING

i wouldn’t go as far to say that gift giving is his love language, but he’ll buy things that you bring up in causal conversation a whole lot.

he just kinda bashfully shoves the gift in your hands and watches as you fawn over it.

“awww! how’d you know??”

“you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

he loves seeing your pleased expression!! +100 boost to katsuki’s confidence.

-> HELPING YOU WITH ACADEMICS:

we ALL know how smart this man is.

he will 100% help you study for school if you’re struggling!

don’t expect him to go easy on you though.

if anything, he’ll probably be harder on you because he really wants to see you succeed.

he basically carries you through math

-> KNOWING MUNDANE FACTS ABOUT YOU:

i can see him knowing EVERYTHING about you. your birthday, your morning routine, your favorite snacks, your favorite songs, etc.

it doesn’t take a lot for him to remember this stuff either???

like, he thinks you’re unforgettable, so he just knows

-> WANTING TO IMPRESS YOU:

he wants you to know how cool he is so bad it’s laughable.

he’ll show off during training exercises FOR SUREEEE

bakusquad teases him abt it when he does lol they ALLL know how whipped he is for you

kirishima: wow, you’re really into it today bakugo!

denki: well (y/n) IS watching

bakugo: SHUT UP.

MISC HEADCANONS!

-> you enable him so much...like way too much. please get on that. someone needs to hold this stupid man accountable. he probably likes it when you scold him despite his protests so don’t be afraid to tell him off baby.

-> your approval makes his heart go $$/!/?!!!error??77776. like, even before you two started dating, he would ALWAYS feel flustered whenever you would compliment his outfits, fighting style, etc. now that you guys are dating, he still feels extremely dazed when you dote on him.

he’ll probably act super cocky about it though

“ ‘course i look good, idiot.” 

he’s trying his best to suppress the stupid smile trying to take over his face. eventually, he lets it out, and tbh everyone in 1A knows that it’s because of smth cheesy you told him.

he is SUCH a softie for you it HURTTSSSS GAHHHH!!

-> katsuki is a very protective boyfriend.

this goes for everything, but especially applies during intense situations.

will literally lay his life down for you without thinking twice about it. don’t fight me on this. it’s canon.

if you’re going on a dangerous mission, you BEST believe this man is tagging along with you.

if for some reason he can’t go, he’ll make it a point to stay up way past his bed time waiting for you to come back.

when katsuki chooses you over sleep just know that you’ve won at life.

he doesn’t see you as inferior in any way. he knows you can handle yourself, but he really wants to keep you safe bc if something bad happened to the love of his life he would be in shambles.

on a lighter note, if mineta bugs you, he’ll absolutely wreck him. will literally punt that grape boy into the next stratosphere.

also!! he’s not the type to care about what you wear. if you’re wearing smth a bit more revealing, the most he’ll say is that you look hot. literally is so unbothered.

he trusts you a lot so it’s like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

protective ≠ possessive

-> dates w/ him are super all over the place! one weekend, you guys will just chill in his dorm and the next he’ll be laughing maniacally as he chases you down during an intense round of laser tag.

-> he’s big fan of competition, so he’ll turn everything into one.

let him win.

-> his hands are really sensitive because of his quirk, so if you kissed them he’d turn to mush.

im literally begging you to touch this man. help him. he is so touch-starved it’s not funny.

-> he runs hot so cuddles w him are so nice and comforting :(. will pull you in close and tight and NEVER let go.

in short, while dating katsuki definitely comes with it’s quirks, it’s a beautiful relationship. he respects you endlessly and will do anything to ensure your happiness. treat him right and he’ll do the same!!

have fun dating explosion boy!

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[wienerbarnes]

Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

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Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

…

The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Prey for You | Part 6

Genre: Smut, angst.

Word Count: 5.6k

Summary: As Chan gets closer to his heat and you get closer to Felix, things are bound to come to a head.

Warnings: super unhealthy relationship, dom!chan, sub!reader, spanking, exhibitionism, breeding kink, violence, big dick chan, fingering, enemies to lovers, wolf!hybrid chan, fox!hybrid reader

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You barely spend any time in the house anymore, only going back to sleep. Chan can’t seem to grasp the fact that it’s really over. He keeps trying to talk his way back into your life like last time, but you don’t give him the chance. You’re afraid if you listen to him, he’ll trick you again.

You end up spending more and more time with Felix, something that angers Chan greatly. He even tries to tell Felix to stay away from you, as the cat begrudgingly admitted to you one day, but he refused. And you’re ever so grateful for that. You don’t really have any friends and if you did, you’re such none of them could hold a candle to Felix.

He was such a sweetheart in a way that was almost too good to believe. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t been through the same sort of stuff you have, and cat hybrids in general are more favored and accepted than fox hybrids. Or maybe it’s because he found a group of friends that accepted him for who he was and never doubted him. But he seemed to have so much faith and trust in the world that you could never come close to. Still, just being in his positive presence rubbed off on you a little and gave you a smidge of happiness by proxy.

It was much needed, as the closer Chan got to his heat, the more explosive his temper became. Unfortunately for you, the mere fact that you were spending time with Felix fueled his anger, and he would fly into rage every time you’d come back home smelling like the cat. So any sense of cheerfulness you may have gotten from Felix was quickly smashed to the ground the moment you walked through the door.

It also wasn’t helping that he hasn’t hooked up with anyone ever since your last time together, and not satisfying what his body was literally demanding from him just made things ten times worse. But he persisted, trying till the end to convince you to spend his heat with him. You refused, of course.

Until finally, he informs you that you will have to leave the house for a few days as he will be bringing someone over to spend his heat with him. He wanted to rent a hotel room for you but you told him you already had a place to stay. He asks where you’ll stay, the grimace already on his face telling you that he knew the answer; you’ll be with Felix.

You pack your bag with the things you’ll be needing for the next few days under Chan’s watchful eyes. He stays silent until it’s time for you to leave. That’s when he takes your hand in his, proclaiming earnestly, “I really didn’t want to do this. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“It doesn’t matter now.” You mumble, trying to move away but he grips your hand tighter, looking down at it intensely. "Please don't stay with Felix. I'll get you a five star hotel suite."

You wrench away from him. "Because I'll ruin him?"

"No." He shakes his head vehemently. "Just please. For me?"

You snort. "I don't owe you shit, Chan."

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You can barely sit still. Just knowing that Chan was with another woman right now made you sick to your stomach, and once again, you find your traitorous heart wishing you had given in to him. This just hurts too much. 

Felix is concerned about you, and he does all he can think of to take your mind off of it. He talks to you. He bakes you cookies. He cuddles with you. He tries to distract you in any way, but nothing works. 

Finally, he brings out the alcohol, knowing that that’s what helped you last time. You throw yourself into it, downing glass after glass to snuff out your jealousy and pain, but all that accomplishes is getting you more disinhibited and loud. 

“I can’t take it, Felix. He’s with another woman right now when he should be with me.”

“No. You deserve so much better.” Felix insists, trying to contain you in his embrace but you’re fidgeting too much. “Chan didn’t treat you right.”

“But he can, right? I mean he loves you so much. Maybe if we just try--” You maniacally explain but Felix’s angelic face twists into a scowl. “Do you even know the kind of stuff he used to say about you? That was the first time that I’ve ever looked down on him--when he was being so unfair to you.” 

You gulp, heart wrenching at the thought of the kind of things he must’ve said to his friends that would anger Felix so much. “But...what can I do, Lixie? It hurts so bad.”

Felix cups your face, so soft and delicate, looking into your eyes adoringly. “Let me take your mind off it.” He whispers. 

“What?” The word barely leaves your lips before his own lips are on you, kissing you tenderly. 

 You freeze in shock as Felix’s lips move over yours, trying to get you to reciprocate, but you pull away. "Kitty… don't."

He doesn’t let you go. “Stop thinking about him, please. Focus on me.” He coaxes, pressing his lips to yours in light pecks, his gaze pulling you in. 

You give into the soft feeling of his lips on yours. So far nothing has worked to ease your mind. Maybe this will. It feels nice kissing him, he’s soft and malleable, working with you according to what you want, letting you lead the kiss when you’re ready. 

You get closer to each other by the second, and when you pull him onto your lap, his crotch rubs against your thigh, and he moans out. 

“Are you hard already, kitty?” You tug on his hair, pulling his head away and restricting his answering nod.

You slide your hands down his body and pull his pants down over his dick, freeing it. “What a cute little dick, Lixie.” You coo, seeing his small member red and twitching against his abdomen. 

He blushes, burying his face in your neck and moaning out as you wrap your hand around his dick. “Fits just right in my hand.” You jerk him, the boy easily whining.

“Does it feel good, kitty?” 

“Y-yeah.” He kisses your neck wetly, trailing down towards your chest and mouthing at your breast through your top. “So good. Been wanting this for so long.” 

“You did? And here I thought you’re an innocent kitty.” 

“I am. I’m a good kitty.” He moans, trying to kiss you again but you keep his head away.

“Do good kitties lust after their friend’s girl?” 

His face morphs with annoyance, surprising you. “Shut up about him.” The way he spoke threw you off. It was unlike him and you were annoyed by the unexpected change. Narrowing your eyes at him, you hiss warningly, “Felix...” 

“Chan is literally balls deep in another girl right now. Fuck him.” He huffs insolently, his hands going up to grope your chest. 

You slap him, the wetness of his precum sticking to his cheek. “Shut up.”

“Why do you still care about him after all he's done to you?” He asks angrily. 

“Because I love him!” You find yourself answering easily. You do love him, despite everything he put you through. 

“He doesn’t deserve your love. He’s a fucking asshole.”

“He’s your best friend. He thinks of you like a brother!” You know you shouldn't defend him but you also know that Chan would be absolutely devastated if he found out that's what Felix thinks of him. It was never your intention to drive a wedge between them.

Felix scoffs, getting off you and adjusting his clothes irritably. “Yeah and I have to forever follow his every word or I’ll be an ungrateful bastard, right? I thought you out of everyone else would understand!”

“Understand what?” You exclaim. 

“When Chan took me under his wing,” Felix begins, voice gruff with a bitterness you’re all too familiar with. “I was so blown away by how nice that is, that I basically worshipped him. And he liked that about me. I know he loves me but a big part of that is because I contribute to making him feel better about himself. Chan is so fucking obsessed with having people like and respect him. That’s the entire reason he’s so ashamed of you, because you don’t fit his perfect image.”

His words lash at you. You already knew very well that’s how Chan thinks but to hear it said out loud to you by Felix just makes it hurt more.

“So when I came in, all puppy eyed and full of praise, he was ecstatic to have me around--his own personal cheerleader. And I was happy to give that to him. Hell, the guys saved my life, right? But now I can’t get out of that role. I can’t disobey anything he says or go against his word or he’d take it as a betrayal because Chan is always fucking right. Chan always knows best.”

"Felix don't be stupid. I’m sure if you just talked to him, he’d understand.”

“Yeah, like he understood you?” 

You reel back, stung, and you quietly say, “You’re different. He loves you so much, Felix. He almost ripped my head off when he found out I had hung out with you. He was so worried about you.”

Felix laughs at that. “You got it all wrong. He wasn’t worried about me. He was jealous and afraid I’ll steal you from him.” 

“That doesn’t make any sense.” You exclaim, the entire conversation thrusting your brain in a confused daze, but you quickly quiet down as you hear the sounds of keys. You look at Felix in alarm, silently asking who could it be, and from the way his face pales, you already know the answer.

Your heart drops in your stomach and your throat closes up as the door swings open to reveal a distressed Chan. He lets out a little sigh of relief when he sees you, and he starts making his way towards you. "Oh, baby. I couldn't do it. Please come home."

Suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks, face turning to stone and eyes deadly as he takes in the scent of your and Felix's arousal in the air. You see nothing but bloody murder in his eyes as they regard you, and you think he might actually kill you this time. After all, it’s the peak of his heat, he apparently hasn’t slept with the woman he was supposed to, and you had just messed around with his best friend. He must be angry, riled up, and frantic. He’s capable of doing anything.

But instead of attacking you, he pounds towards Felix, screaming at him, “You fucking bastard!” He swings at Felix, the force of his punch throwing the smaller boy to the ground. He doesn’t stop there though, aiming kicks at the crumpled form of the cat on the floor. 

“Chan, no!” You scream, rushing towards them but Chan yanks you away, gritting out, “Don’t touch him.” 

“Chan, please--” You beg, hoping to stop him from assaulting Felix again, but then the boy on the ground sits up, spitting the blood out of his mouth, and regarding Chan with a dark look you've never even thought the cute cat was capable of. “What is it, hyung? The bitch’s pussy wasn’t tight enough for you?” 

Chan throws you to the side and jumps on Felix again, pummeling his face with punches. The cat can barely do anything to protect himself, let alone retaliate--the power difference just too great between them. 

You rush towards them again, trying to stop the wolf’s attacks. “Stop it, Chan! You’re gonna kill him!” 

He stops, and Felix slumps on the ground, groaning and bloody. You try to get closer to check on him but Chan grabs you by the hair and pulls your face close to his. “Is this what you wanted, baby? Am I predator enough for you now?” 

“Puppy, please, don’t do this.” You beseech, pulling at his arm. “Let’s go home. Let me take care of you.” 

“You can take care of me here.” He replies coldly.

“W-what?” You yelp as he gets off Felix and pushes you over his body instead. “Since he decided to touch what wasn’t his, I’m gonna fuck you right in front of his eyes.”

You and Felix stare at each other in horror as Chan’s hands rip your pants off. You quickly notice the malice in his eyes, and you grab his arms, your hands clenching down on them with all your might and your eyes silently begging him to stay down. He’d have no chance against Chan if he tried, and you really don’t think he can take any more punches. 

“Please.” You mouth, hoping the concern in your eyes would get through to him. He grits his teeth but stays down, and you let out a small sigh of relief that turns into a shocked squeak as you feel Chan’s hand coming down on your ass. 

“I am the one in heat and I couldn’t bear to sleep with someone else. But you were just gonna fuck my best friend that easily?” He growls, giving your ass another smack that makes you jolt. He doesn’t hold back, his fingers spread wide to strike as much of your cheek as he can. 

“No!” You shake your head forcefully, making up for your uncertainty. The truth is you aren’t sure if you would’ve gone through with it or not, and that made you feel ashamed of yourself. Yes, Chan had hurt you but you wouldn’t have gone so low as to fuck the guy he thought of as his brother, right?  “I wasn’t.” 

"But you let him touch you." He snarls, giving you another hard slap before soothing the skin again. "Tell me, did you let him touch you here?" He pulls your panties to the side and rubs his fingers lightly over your pussy.

"No!" You shake your head, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach and you find yourself pushing your ass back into his fingers. But instead of touching you, he smacks your ass once more. 

Soothing his hand over the punished skin, he drawls, "It doesn’t matter. When I'm done with you, no one will have any doubt who you belong to." Then he spanks you again. And again. And again. 

You’re surprised by how you don’t have any desire to stop his actions. On the contrary, it felt good to finally be claimed by him. You longed for him to love you openly and willingly, and with the effect of the heat, that is exactly what he was doing. You could smell how aroused he is, and how much he wanted to fuck you. And you wanted him to. Messing around with Felix only made you crave Chan more, and like a horny bitch you couldn’t wait for him to give it to you, even in front of Felix--especially in front of Felix. You wanted to prove to him as much as to yourself that you could be Chan’s. 

“Is this what you wished to have, Lixie?" He asks the boy under you. "She has such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she? So tight…” He nudges a finger in, curling it. “But it's all mine." 

The boy under you glares up at him and you dig your fingers into his biceps, once again begging him not to fight back. 

"Puppy, please. Let’s just go home" You coax, trying to get the two boys away from each other.

“No. He’s gonna sit there and watch me breed your little pussy.” Chan says, pulling his finger out then pushing it in again, his other hand continuing to spank you. 

You think you hear a low growl coming from Felix but it’s hard concentrated over the squelching sounds of Chan’s fingers pumping in and out of your drenched pussy at a rapid pace. Delighting in the way you are rocking yourself against his hand and clenching around his finger, Chan praises you. “Good girl. You know who you belong to, don’t you?” 

“Chan--”

His finger curls inside of you and his hand falls on your ass harshly. “Don’t you, baby?” 

You know he’s not to be provoked right now. “Yes. I belong to you.” 

“That’s my good little fox.” He grunts, pushing another finger inside you. “Would he be able to make you lose it like this just from his fingers? Have you fucking back on his fingers like a bitch in heat?” 

“No, puppy. Only you can.”  You answer while looking Felix in the eye, and you’re turned on, you could feel your arousal leaking down your leg. 

“You like this, don’t you, little slut? Is this what you were waiting for?” 

“No… I-I” You stutter, feeling yourself getting close despite your denial. Chan can tell and he speeds up even more, causing the palm of the hand he is fingering you with to keep smacking against your pussy. As your walls start spasming around his fingers, he takes them out, leaving you clenching around nothing. But he doesn’t stop touching you, his fingers rubbing over your lips relentlessly, forcing you into a painful high and never letting you down. You shake in his grip, squealing and begging him to stop. “Chan---I can’t, please!”

You try to pull away but he snakes an arms around your waist and keeps your ass in the air, his fingers forcing you into another orgasm. Your hips jerk in his hold, trying to break away, and you beg. “It h-hurts, Chan...ahhhh---please, stop! Please!” 

Finally he stops, and your body goes limp, almost falling onto Felix if it weren’t from the arm Chan has around you. As you sit there, panting and held up by Chan, he brings his other hand to your face and pushes the fingers that were just inside you into your mouth. You can barely breathe around the intrusion, so short of breath already, but you do your best to suck on them like you know he wants. 

“Good girl.” He pushes your shirt over your breasts and palms one of them greedily.  "Want me to fuck your pussy, my pretty fox?" He purrs, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, and--wet with your saliva-- he rubs them over your other breast. Despite the agonizing orgams you just had, you find yourself arching into his touch and rubbing your thighs together.

“Yes, puppy. Need you to fuck me.” 

You let out a shaky breath as he pulls your panties to your knees. You hear the sound of pants unzipping before you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance and slowly nudging in. You briefly wonder how you were ever able to take him. Sensing your worry, he pushes in more of his dick. “No, no backing down now. You’re going to be a good fox and take my cock, won’t you, baby?” 

“Yes, Channie.” You grit. It’s been so long since you’ve taken him, and you know this is gonna hurt despite how drenched you were. Still, you were excited, having learnt to appreciate the painful stretch now. Maybe he was right all along--he’d ruined you for all your pretty boys, trained you to crave his dick only.

He holds you still to prevent you from wiggling away as he continues to inch his dick inside you. “Take it. You wanted me to claim you and now you’re going to be good and take it.” He leans over and mouths at your neck. Instead of kisses, he nibs at your skin, the sharp pain of his canines plucking at the skin taking your attention away from the dull pain of his dick breaching your pussy. 

Once he’s all the way in, he laps his tongue at your neck soothingly. “There. Good girl.” 

You wince as he pulls his hips back slowly then thrusts back in all at once, a yelp coming out of you as his dick hits deep inside you. He chuckles, his hips picking up speed. “I have so much cum for you, you’ll be dripping my seed for days.” 

You can do nothing but whimper, holding tightly onto Felix as Chan’s hips slap against your ass and his dick pistons in and out of you. It feels like it’s the first time fucking him for how much your pussy suffers. But for as much pain it gives you, it also gives pleasure, and you feel euphoric. 

"I'll make sure no one touches you ever again. Gonna breed you everyday and make you walk around with my cum dripping from your pussy so everyone knows who you belong to." He growls, and you know he’s staring down at Felix from the way the other boy was glaring at him. “Do you want that, baby?” 

You open your mouth to reply but all that cums out is an incomprehensible garble so you give up, mouth left hanging open. 

"Look at that, Felix. I’ve fucked her dumb." He gloats, pushing your shirt up and fondling your tits. “And you thought your little dick could ever please her. She wouldn’t have even felt it after getting fucked open by me. Isn’t that right, baby girl?” 

Chan’s voice is gruff as his hips drive into you even harder, and you know he’s close. You nod, pleading. “Yes---p-please puppy---ahh cum.” 

“You want me to cum inside you? Want me to make you mine?” He growls in your ear, and you whimper, your legs buckling under you. He holds your hips up, his dick drilling into you. “Ok, baby girl. There you go. Take it all.” His dick spasms inside of you, his hot cum quickly filling up your tight pussy.

You feel so satisfied filled up like this. It feels right, and you wish you could stay in this moment forever--his arms wrapped securely around you and his face nuzzling softly into your neck as he whispers soft praises into your ear. 

But of course it can’t, especially not with the hostile cat lying under you. 

Chan is not done taunting Felix though. Pulling out of you, he inserts two fingers into your pussy and curls them as he pulls out, making the cum inside you gush out. Then he leans over you and brushes his cum stained fingers over Felix’s bloody cheek. The cat tenses up, hissing threateningly, but you quickly intervene, croaking out, “Channie…Please, let’s go.”

Chan huffs, pulling your panties back on and zipping up his own pants before he scoops you up in his arms. He sits you down on the couch and helps you put your pants back on. As he starts getting dressed too. Felix sits up, looking worse for wear but hopefully not seriously injured. You’re worried that Felix would be stupid enough to attack him but to your relief, he stays seated where he was, the both of them just glaring at each other. 

Before it can escalate beyond the dirty looks, you put a hand to Chan’s back, pulling his attention towards you. “I want to go now.” You coax, “Please.” 

Chan sighs and nods, carrying you in his arms and walking out of the apartment. 

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When you get back to his house, Chan sets you down on your bed. 

Cupping your cheeks, he asks softly, “Do you want to take a shower?” 

You shake your head, too tired to even stand up at this point. Nodding, he pulls your soiled clothes off your body, doing his best to wipe you off before he grabs one of his hoodies and pulls it over your head. 

When he’s done, he just stands there awkwardly like he wants to say something but is unsure how to start. 

You sigh, defeated. “Just say what you want to say, Chan.”

His gaze is set on you, suddenly resolute, and he states firmly. "I want you to give me a chance." 

You scoff in disbelief. "I've given you plenty of chances."

"No.” He insists, jaw set and tone unrelenting. “You never really did. You always had your mind made up about me from the beginning. I want a real chance this time." 

“You think you deserve it after all you’ve done? You've never even apologized for any of the shit you put me through, Chan!"

“I’m sorry." He apologizes at once, with no hesitation, and you’re taken aback. “Why suddenly? Did I have to ask you for it?”

"No. I was being an idiot and a coward. I cared more about my reputation than I did about you and that was wrong.” His jaw clenches and he looks at you intensely. “But I wasn’t the only one at fault. You were no angel either.”

You open your mouth to protest but he stops you. “Just shut up and listen for once.” He shouts, frustrated, and begins pacing around the room, one hand messing up his hair while the other gestures wildly as he explains. 

“I was scared to tell people I was with you when I wasn’t even sure you were going to stay. Any time I tried to get close to you, you would always reject me. You made me feel so worthless and unwanted. You never thought of me as a real predator, and you made sure to throw that in my face every chance you got. Tell me how could I trust you when you looked at me like I didn’t even deserve to be a predator? That my mere existence was a shame? Have you ever apologized to me for that?” He challenges, stopping his pacing and waiting for your answer, but you couldn’t give him one. You just stare down at your hands to avoid his condemning gaze. No, you never apologized. 

“I didn’t think so.” He scoffs sourly,  “You know what the worst thing is? I believed you. I’ve always doubted myself and wondered if I’m weak and inept, wondered if I could ever be enough. And there you were, so contemptuously telling me that I am not."

"So it's my own fault you treated me like I was something to be ashamed of?" You ask incredulously. “That you didn’t even stand up for me in front of your friends?”

"No! I just want you to see it from my perspective for once." He yells, frustrated at how you seemed to twist his words. “That night at the studio, I thought we were getting somewhere. I thought that for the first time you were starting to trust me and respect me. That you could maybe see me as something more than the impotent predator you always thought I was. But as soon as I attempted to confess to you, you pulled back like I disgusted you. You undid everything I was trying to build with that one look.”

“So yeah, I was fucking bitter about it, and when my friends showed up and realized you were there, they fucking laid it on me, asking me what the fuck I was doing and reminding me how hard I had been on Jisung because of you before, and I just felt fucking stupid and humiliated by them--by you!”

“Still, I wanted to apologize after I’d calmed down but by then you wouldn’t even listen to me. You’re so fucking stubborn you know?” He smiles wetly. 

He waits for you to say something but you just remain frozen, trying to make sense of everything that he said. You had always viewed Chan as the dangerous party here, the one who was most capable of hurt, that you never stopped to ask if you were hurting him. You guess, deep down, you never really believed he cared for you and so you didn’t consider the idea that your rejection would affect him. 

Coming close again, he sits on the bed next to you and props your chin up to make you look at him. “But I never lied to you, my pretty fox. You are special to me and I love you.” You can see the sincerity in his eyes, but something still nags at you. 

“What about what you said to me about Felix? How you actually care about him?” You chew on your lip, worried about his answer. 

Letting you go, he rubs a hand over his face and lets out a tired laugh. “I was fucking jealous for god’s sake--something you would've been able to tell easily if you had paid any attention to how I was feeling.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling defensive. “But why would you assume I would go after Felix?” 

“Because you and him make way more sense than you and I. He’s much more your type than I ever was. He’s kind and compassionate and sweet. I was terrified that you’d fall right into his arms, and I’d never be able to compete. I would lose both my lover and my best friend.” 

“Okay.” You say slowly, trying to make sense of all this new information and relating them to your own emotions. “But all of that still doesn’t excuse the fact that you completely fucked with my already tennous sense of self worth, Chan. You made me feel that for once, someone might actually love me and want me despite what I am, only for you to then immediately pull the rug out from under my feet and try to distance yourself from me.” 

“I know, and I was wrong and I wish I could take it all back.” He laments sadly, “But I was hurt too. You never made it easy” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry too.” You finally apologize, and you mean it. You never even suspected the extent to which your actions and words have affected him. You thought you were the only one who truly cared and you did everything in your power to hide that from him so he wouldn’t hurt you with it. 

“But,” You take a deep breath, almost wishing you could stop here and just forgive him and take him back. But you know you can’t. You’d just come back here again. “I don’t if I can trust you.”

"Don't then.” He answers simply and you’re lost. “I'm not sure I trust you either.”

You frown, even more confused, and he continues. “Neither of us has really earned the other’s trust. But we can try." He pauses, brushing your hair out of your face and looking you deep in the eyes. "Do you love me still?"

"Yes." There is no use denying it, you do. 

"Then let's earn each other’s trust. I can't promise that I'll never hurt you again but I can promise that I'll do everything in my power not to. I'll never hide you again. I'll do all I can to fix the mistakes that I've made and try to be a boyfriend you'd be proud of. But I need your help. You need to try too."

"I'm scared." You say in a small voice, and he pulls you towards his body, resting his head against yours. "I am too. I'm fucking terrified. But I will never forgive myself if I don't give us another chance."

You take a long pause, the world seeming to hold its breath as you make up your mind. Chan certainly is. And just that, the fact that he looks to be hanging so much onto your decision as if his life depends on it, is what makes it easy for you to choose. He is giving you what you’ve been after all this time--he’s showing you that he wants you and that he cares. And that’s all you needed from him. 

“Okay. Let’s do it.” 

The smile that lights up his face is gorgeous, and you’re sorry to dim it before it has the chance to fully bloom. “But you have to promise me one thing first.” 

“Anything.” He answers confidently as if there wasn’t anything in the world he couldn’t do for you.

“You have to promise me that you’ll forgive Felix.” 

He clearly didn’t see that one coming from the way he pulls back and his smile disappears like it was never there. “I can’t do that. He's the only one I have told what you were to me. He’s the only one that knew. And he tried to take you away from me!” 

“He’s just misguided.” You try to explain. “He’s young and restless and he doesn’t know who he is because he was never allowed to explore himself or the world. You’ve always dictated to him what to do and how to feel.”

“So you’re on his side?” Chan asks incredulously, “He betrayed me!”

“I did too but you forgive me. He deserves forgiveness too. The only reason he got so upset about the way you were treating me is because he saw himself in me. He’s scared that you’d abandon him if he does anything you don’t approve of and so he freaked out and crossed the line.” 

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up, wobbling on your feet and Chan rushes to steady you. You take the chance to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close, whispering gently to him, “He just needs some space, that’s all. And trust. Show him that you have a little faith in him, and he’ll come around. I know he will.” 

You kiss the corner of Chan’s mouth and he turns his head slightly so he can kiss you fully. You kiss him back passionately, helping him stay grounded as he takes his time to come to a decision. 

Finally, he pulls away, eyes still closed. “Okay.”

You smile happily, eyes getting a little misty at the extent of emotions filling up your chest. And for the first time in a while, they’re mostly good. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

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A/N: I will literally die if you don’t tell me what you think of the ending

[wrathandgreed]

(I hope requests are still open) So ive been thinking. How about the brothers reaction to MC taking a large step away from them when ever one of them raises their hand up. It could be as simple as a high five. MC used to be in a abusive relationship and is paranoid about getting hit

Note: (For the record, I don’t know if you sent me this on purpose - I’ve never done requests; I’ve literally just put out my very first OM headcanons. But I figured I could try. I’ve never been in an abusive relationship, but a number of my friends have. I really hope I can do this one respect - if anything about this is not on the level, please let me know! Also, if I missed a trigger warning in the tags, or tagged this wrong, let me know. Also, for the record, I tend to like soft!Brothers and I really wanted them to try and be better - not put the onus on MC to “get over it” or anything.)

Second note: After writing this, I’m not sure that most of these guys would be a good choice for an abuse survivor! 

Third note: I am NOT good at keeping things short and, as usual, I went overboard with Asmodeus. Like, it should be its own fic at this point. But write what you want to read, right?

Warnings: references to domestic abuse, both physical and verbal. References to suicide baiting. Uncensored swearing.

~5K words

Lucifer

A strange choice; his perfectionism and exacting behavior sometimes make you remember how it was back in the human world; everything had to be JUST SO….or else.

And he’s threatened to kill you. Twice.

But there’s something inherently decent about him - and you live for the rare moments he laughs.

His perfectionism usually isn’t even about you, so you just kind of….ignore it.

You’re doing some of your RAD homework in Lucifer’s study.

It’s quiet there.

And, while he won’t do the work for you, he’ll definitely help when you’re stuck.

Also you can give him tea and soothing when he (inevitably)  gets upset at his paperwork - Mammon’s bills, Asmo’s bills, Satan’s bills (hey, dark magic books are expensive).

You start hearing the shifting and muttering that herald the beginning of the rant.

You gather the tea and walk towards his desk.

“Devil’s sake!” Lucifer suddenly snaps out, slamming hand on his desk as he reads yet another ridiculous piece of paper.

It’s not at you, the anger isn’t at you, you KNOW it’s not at you, but you freeze anyway.

Slammed hands on desks, punched holes in walls, hands on you, always hands - 

The cup of tea hits the floor and you’re out of the room before Lucifer can even look up.

He’s seen it all in your paperwork - the police reports, the restraining order, the lists of injuries - so he puts it all together before his study door closes behind you.

He knows better than to go after you immediately. You’ll want some solitude, some quiet on your own, to steady yourself a little.

If he goes after you now, it might frighten you more. Looks like hunting.

You need to know he’s calm, that he’s not acting or reacting out of emotion.

He takes his time cleaning up the spilled tea, straightening his papers.

When he shows up at your room, he has a mug of hot chocolate.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out before he can say anything. You made a mess in his study, and he’s such a stickler for everything being neat. He was angry before, but he’ll be even more angry now.

“No, I’m sorry,” he returns, and offers you the chocolate.

(You blink once. Has the Avatar of Pride ever apologized before? If so, it was never in your hearing.)

The two of you talk quietly for a time. He insists that you don’t need to apologize - ever. He insists that, while he appreciates the tea-and-break routine, it’s 100% not your responsibility to control his anger. It’s his. He says that his anger isn’t good for him anyway (just look at Satan) and he needs to take a break when that hot feeling starts. 

Maybe he should start scheduling breaks; setting timers on his D.D.D. so that he no longer works long enough at once to let it all get to him.

He doesn’t want you afraid of him.

Mammon

Mammon is pretty much the only demon who HASN’T threatened your life. He often sounds irritated, but he’s never even sounded angry at you.

If anything, he’s a mush and an abuse victim himself. So he gets where you’re coming from, and tries really hard.

So you shouldn’t be afraid of him.

But….he moves too quickly. He’s constantly jumping from one idea to another, one topic to another, one emotion to another. And that’s just emotionally.

You can’t trust where his hands will be. Ever. And that’s not a sex thing.

Sometimes, his protection of you makes you feel safe. If anyone hurts you, Mammon will hurt them a thousand times worse.

He’s funny, and his hands on you are gentle, and once you tell him about your past, he tries really hard not to go back to his “stupid human” habit, because it hurts your feelings.

But sometimes, his protection feels like obsession. Why were you talking to that guy? C’mere, you’re MY human.

Then, inevitably, the tug on your hand or arm or waist, pulling you closer.

It starts simply enough.

You’re playing video games in his room. He’s not as much of a gamer as Levi, but he enjoys them.

Especially ones where you can be competitive or drive cars really fast.

He’s been getting more and more excited, coiled like a spring. And it’s from enjoyment, not anger, but that level of energy, in your experience, explodes at some point.

You get quieter, but that only makes him more boisterous. He wants you to join in the fun! C’mon MC, did you see that?! It was awesome!

After a really impressive win, he shouts in triumph and suddenly his hand is in front of your face for a high-five.

You recoil and hit the floor, crab-crawling backwards before you can stop yourself.

His look of complete confusion, in different circumstances, might be funny. He actually looks at his hand like he doesn’t recognize it.

He drops to the floor too, “Babe? What’s wrong? Y’okay?” And he reaches out a hand towards you.

When you flinch, he gets it.

He sits on the floor, stuttering out apologies, not even finishing one sentence before starting another. He makes sure he’s cross-legged, leaning back on his hands - non threatening, leaning away, hands not hidden, but not prominent, and in a position it would take him time to move from. 

When you start crying, he can’t maintain that pose and crawls towards you, pulling you into a hug.

If you resist, you know he’ll let you go. And that’s why you just curl into him instead, crying out on his shoulder while he holds you close - but not tightly.

“I jus’ need ya to talk to me….let me know if I’m gettin’ to be too much. I know I’m loud. Just….. jus’ remind me, I’ll never be mad.”

Leviathan

Boy already has anger problems.

Envy’s kind of prone to it, you know?

On the one hand, he literally attacked you over a piece of TSL memorabilia.

On the other, he’s generally harmless the rest of the time.

He’s meek and shy and terrified of touching you - so, 95% of the time, you feel super safe with him.

When you wake with a nightmare, when something jump-starts your fear response, he talks you through it, easily abandoning whatever game or anime he’s involved in.

He’ll only touch you when you ask, or when you reach for him first.

But then there’s the MMOs.

You know you should leave when he starts getting mad. Not in a victim-blame sense, but for your own mental health it’s probably not a good idea to be around him when he raids.

He ALWAYS gets mad.

You’re sitting in his room, so involved in your handheld that you forget it’s his raiding night.

(Usually you make study plans with Satan, or shopping plans with Asmo on his raiding nights. You don’t want him to give them up; he enjoys them, but it’s not good for you to be around.)

After finally completing a tough level, you pop your headphones off just in time to hear Levi swear loudly.

You go still as a string of swear-filled trash talk fills the room. Things you’d never expect shy, needy Levi to say. 

You know it really is just trash-talk - the threats of violence are just too absurd. Rip off their arms and use their own fingers to bowl their skull like a bowling ball? Really?

Also this is LEVI. Levi? The demon who needed you to taunt Mammon about his credit card because he couldn’t do it himself? He might be Admiral of Hell’s Navy and all, but he’s not exactly threatening.

You get to your feet, a little shaken but ready to just walk out of the room. It’s raid night, and this is why you don’t hang out on raid nights. You’re not comfortable around other people’s anger.

You’re halfway across the room when Levi suddenly shouts in frustration and throws his controller on the floor.

And you’re out the door.

Levi just glimpses you as he’s reaching to pick up his miraculously-unshattered controller from the floor.

“Henry?” He calls out, just a second too late.

With only one moment of hesitation, he logs out of his raid and goes to follow you.

You had less than ten seconds head start, but it takes him almost twenty minutes to find you, sitting out in the garden, gazing at nothing.

“MC?” He calls quietly. He doesn’t want to sneak up on you.

A single blink, and the tiniest flash of fear - he left his game to follow you. 

Calculation: extreme concern - or extreme anger. 

Conclusion: Undetermined.

So you wait.

“Are you ok?”

Okay, so not mad. “Aren’t you raiding?” You ask, instead of answering. You’re not ok, but you’re also not in the mood to talk about it.

“I, uh, h-had a, uh, power outage?” Even he doesn’t sound convinced, and you snort. Levi only has three modes: simple, stuttering, and verbose. Thankfully he goes with simple. “You ran out. I was worried.”

You debate brushing his concern off, but he deserves better than that.

“I’m not good with anger. Even if it’s not directed at me.”

“Oh.” Levi pauses as he considers. He knows the basics of what’s happened. “I - I mean, I could, you know, NOT - “

“No,” you say quickly and lean in to kiss his cheek. “You don’t have to change anything. Do your raids, make stupid threats to stupid players. Just….warn me to leave first?”

Levi nods, but he skips the rest of his raid to stargaze with you in the garden, arms wrapped around you from behind as he points out different Devildom stars and constellations to you. You get a lecture on how Devildom stars are used in Devildom sailing. It’s actually kind of interesting.

Satan

Okay, seriously? The Avatar of Wrath? Author speaking here, I literally can’t picture a worse combination than an MC who’s still recovering from domestic abuse to date the AVATAR OF WRATH.

Like, yeah, he has good control over himself, but he also loses his temper in a moment’s notice.

He has CANONICALLY tortured people for calling him strange.

He flips out with no warning and destroys parts of the house and his brothers just let him do it because he’s too powerful to control when he rages.

I can absolutely see MC falling for the quiet intelligence, the consideration, and so forth, but witnessing one (1) single rage should be enough to tell them that this relationship won’t be good for their mental health.

Let’s not even talk about the (again, canonical) desire for domination, power play, pet play, etc, that kind of defines our boy.

I mean, I love Satan. Out of all the bros, he’s the only one I could imagine legit dating in real life.

But I’m a little ball of rage myself, and I have no problem with anger, mine or anyone else’s.

And the fandom (including me) can totally play cute and love on their “soft little angy boi” all they want, and he definitely has soft, sensitive sides, and I may actively choose to ignore the whole domination/power play/etc when I fic or headcanon because I really love soft!Satan….. but he’s not.

I can’t even make a headcanon, because I cannot picture a situation in which this is actually GOOD for MC.

Because no matter how hard he’ll try and control it, and how much his rage probably won’t be directed at them, I just keep picturing “It won’t happen again” except it will, and it’ll just wind up being flashbacks to the number of times “It won’t happen again” ended in black eyes or an ER visit back in the human world.

And MC walking on eggshells for eternity to avoid setting him off, and how is that healthy?

Asmodeus

Another decent choice for MC, at least on the surface.

King of consent over here, at least how I picture him. Especially for someone he cares about.

Always accepts “no” about literally anything. Don’t want sex? We’ll cuddle. Cuddling a little confining? Holding hands is cool. Really don’t want to be touched at all right now? Gossip and tea! 

You were coming to really care about the Avatar of Lust, and you believed what Simeon said about him - how much he desperately needed love and affection. You got it; you needed some, too. 

I mean, even if he’d been a bit of a jerk, he’d warmed up significantly since the pact, so new that it still burned on your skin, was formed.

But even Asmodeus wasn’t without faults. However much he focuses on love, he can sometimes, really be….mean.

You’re standing on a balcony in Diavolo’s castle, having escaped for a few moments.

He’d always been catty, gossipy, filled with drama, but the genuine affection and likability of him sometimes made you ignore it.

His constant mocking of Luke you could put down to the whole angel/demon conflict. 

His occasional snapping or poking at his brothers you could put down to being stuck in the same house with the same people for literal eons.

The only thing that might make up for your awful existence is if you just ended it.

The words haunt you as you stand looking up at Devildom’s endless nighttime.

How many times did you hear similar words yourself? How useless you were, how much of a burden, no way you’d survive on your own without him, and he didn’t even want you that much. Why didn’t you just go kill yourself?

Dammit, you think to yourself as Asmo steps out on to the balcony.

“Darling! Why are you out here all alone? Or are you waiting for some company?”

When he goes to put his arms around you, you just say “no.” Simply, quietly, emotionlessly.

Asmo circles around to look at you. “Something wrong, sweetness?”

You take a breath. Another. You consider swallowing it, again, don’t want to start a fight. Back down, put on a smile, ignore it.

But realize you can’t. You spent years dealing with this crap, and you’re not going to do it again.

“You’re mean, Azzy.” Your voice is quieter than you expected. You look up into the demon’s eyes. To his credit, he looks deeply confused and, as you take a step away from him, hurt. Before he can open his mouth, you continue, “How could you say that to Mammon?”

“Are you defending MAMMON?” He asks, torn between incredulity and anger.

“Right now? Yes. But also Luke, Lucifer, and everyone else you talk shit to. Or about. He’s your brother. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to hear that out of someone you love?”

Dismissively, “Oh, if it actually bothered him, he’d - “

“What? Beat you up? That’s not like him. So he takes it. And takes it, and takes it, until, because it’s all he hears, he believes it. And then why fight back? Why defend yourself, if you’re such a piece of shit? You deserve it, after all, right?”

You don’t even realize it, but you’re crying by this point. And you’re mad. All the mad you couldn’t fling at your abuser before is filling you now. You don’t even know if you’re talking about Mammon or yourself anymore. Maybe both of you.

“And even though he’s beaten down, you keep going. When he won’t respond to the usual anymore, when that doesn’t seem to hurt him, rile him up, you go worse. You told your brother, who you claim to love, to kill himself. We’re barely even friends. So what happens when I annoy you? Should I just go die now, save you the trouble of telling me to do it later?”

You step right up to him, into his personal space, almost nose to nose, and stare directly into his red-yellow eyes. “Is this who you are, Asmodeus?”

Asmo has gone from defensive; incredulous and angry, to baffled, hurt and worried in just a few minutes. But at your last, pointed question, he jerks his head back as though you slapped him. Not knowing what to say or do, he reaches for you again, but you dodge his hand and brush past him back into the castle.

You get Solomon, the only one who won’t ask questions, to switch rooms with you. (Luke is thrilled; teaching him to play gin rummy actually cheers you up a little.)

For a few weeks, you and Asmodeus pass each other in the House without speaking.  Then, one evening, there’s a knock on your door and Asmo slides into your room.

He looks….well, not awful; he could never look awful. But the glow is gone from his skin and, unless you’re mistaken, he hasn’t bothered doing his hair. He looks like he’s missed some sleep.

You look up from your homework and watch him. Silently. It’s not your job to fill the silence anymore.

More than most of them, Asmo despises being vulnerable. But it’s fix this or not, and the pact is pushing him to be on good terms. At least, he blames the pact. It’s easier than acknowledging how much the weeks of silence have worn on him. How awful it was watching you walk to class with Mammon instead of him. 

And no matter what, he values honesty in his relationships, no matter what kind of relationship. So he would be honest.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly.

Lean back in your chair, hands folded. Waiting.

“I don’t know….if that’s who I am. Maybe it is.”

“Why are you here, Asmo? What do you want?”

“I want you to stop ignoring me!”

Steady face. “I spent too many years having someone talk to me the way you spoke to your brother. The rest of it - the gossip, the side comments, the cattiness…. it’s not your best side. In fact, it’s pretty unattractive when it’s mean, but I could handle it. But I can’t handle cruelty. I don’t want to be around it anymore.”

A pause. “What is my best side then?”

Disgusted, you chuck a pen in his direction. “Fuck’s sake, Asmo. Get out.”

“No! Not, not that. If that’s my bad side, the **unattractive** part, then what’s the other half?”

You search his face, but he doesn’t seem to be fishing for compliments. If anything, he looks….lost. Confused. And you wonder if anyone’s ever said anything to him, good or bad, about who he was; not what he looked like or how he fucked. 

It’s not your responsibility to psychoanalyze a demon, you think to yourself. But you’re not someone to walk away. You wonder how it’s possible for someone to be thousands of years old, and know less about themselves than you know about yourself in just a few decades. And you have nothing to lose by being kind.

“You can be wonderfully kind, Asmo, and generous. You want to see the beauty in everyone and everything. As nasty as you can be with it, I’ll give you points for honesty. You connect with people, and the times you’re actually genuinely interested in them is….charming.”

He’s silent for a few minutes. Then he nods, as if he’s made a decision. “Okay. Tomorrow, after RAD, do you want to go for bubble tea?” At your confusion, he just smiles and continues, “It’s like skin care, isn’t it? Attractiveness requires effort, darling, until it becomes habit. If I want to be attractive inside as well as out, I’ll have to practice the good things, so they outweigh the bad. I can’t do that alone. I need a practice partner who won’t tolerate failure, right? At least until it’s habit.”

You feel your entire brain have to reboot before you can give a coherent response. 

“Tomorrow. One hour. I have papers due.” You wait until he leaves your room before you smile.

Beelzebub

Probably the best choice for this MC.

The most emotionally intelligent of his brothers.

Also the most sincerely kind and gentle.

But also, like Satan, prone to sudden outbursts and rages. They’re all food-related (or, rather, lack-of-food-related), but they’re there.

A smart MC always carries snacks while dating Beel. Phone, wallet, keys, fried bat wings.

Strangely, though, the food-induced rages don’t really bother you. It’s not anger, really, and it’s never once been directed at you. And, unlike back in the human world, there’s a concrete way to help: feed him.

Today you have a whole backpack full of snacks.

You’re with Belphie, watching one of Beel’s games at RAD.

(You’re not sure Belphie wants to be there, but you’re not allowed out alone, and Belphie decided to take you - keep you safe and support his brother. Two birds, one Belphie.)

Belphie tends to nap against your shoulder any time the ref goes to make a call, but he’s somehow always awake to clap for his brother. 

(You stand on your chair and cheer, but that’s you.)

The game is a close one; double overtime. Even Belphie is too tense to sleep towards the end.

And at the end of double overtime, Beel manages the single extra goal that results in victory.

You cheer yourself hoarse for your demon boyfriend.

The whole stadium is crazy, so you hang back and wait. Belphie hates crowds and you’re not keen on them yourself. It’s going to take awhile for Beel to make it through the crowd to you anyway.

You’re standing in the aisle, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly there’s a loud shout and arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up.

You gasp, and your scream strangles in your throat so what comes out of you is nothing more than a squeak. Your phone goes flying.

You’re frozen for a moment as panic surges. You want to fight and you’re fighting your own brain to push the panic into your limbs so you can fight for yourself.

You vaguely feel a tugging and you hear someone - Belphie? - insisting that you be put down and then your feet are on the ground but there’s no such thing as your legs and you start to fall before the same arms help you gently sit. The ground is gross, but you’ll only care about the damage to your skirt later.

Everything is fuzzy and confusing; you’re not even sure of what you’re looking at until your vision is filled with blue and violet.

You know that swirl of color. That’s a SAFE color, and you start feeling your poor brain start to work again.

You blink into your boyfriend’s blue-violet eyes; you realize he’s cupping your face with his hands and the weird underwater noises start to sound like his voice. You realize, very belatedly, that what probably happened was Beel lifting you up in a victory hug.

“M’okay,” you say, but it sounds robotic. It takes a few more seconds - you don’t know how many - for all of your senses and brain to actually begin working in sync again. You start hearing the sounds of the crowd departing the stadium, and you hear Beel continuing to say your name and trying to get you to answer questions. You almost smile; but smiling wouldn’t make any sense.

“I’m okay,” you say, and you must sound a little more convincing this time because Beel looks relieved. He shoots a few more questions at you, and you realize they’re the kinds of questions people get asked when someone thinks they have a concussion or head trauma.

Your answers satisfy him, so Beel helps you to your feet. 

“What was that?” He asks. “Low blood sugar? Are you hungry?”

You have to smile at his very-typical diagnosis. A little sugar wouldn’t hurt, though. For some reason, eating grounds you after something like this. You dig a chocolate bar out of your Backpack of Snacks (Snackpack?) and hand the rest to him.

He impatiently takes a bag of chips out of it but doesn’t open it. He looks at you expectantly and you realize he won’t eat until you do. So you take a bite of the chocolate and he looks more relieved.

“So what the fuck WAS that?” Belphie asks as the three of you move towards the exit.

“Later.” You haven’t yet found a reason to really tell Beel (and, by extension, Belphegor) about everything. You do later that night. 

Beel swears he’ll never surprise you like that again. He’s a lot more cautious about touching you for a few days, but eventually things go back to normal between you.

Belphegor

Author note: Dude fucking murdered you, deliberately, in cold blood, and taunted you for your gentleness and desire to help as you died. But let’s say you can get past that - or try to. Probably the second-worst choice, after Satan, for this reason.

You started dating Belphie for the strangest reason: you could trash-talk the shit out of him.

He kept trying to be around you after you made the pact (which, let’s face it, you made so you could MAKE SURE he never hurt you again). Until, after politely dodging him wasn’t working, you told him to take his emo-boy routine and fuck off somewhere else.

You flinched, waiting for retaliation, but he just blinked at you and told you to stop being a brat.

And he was smiling.

But it wasn’t a mean smile - it was a smile that shared the joke.

Your lips quivered into a returning smile, and you threw another insult at him.

He topped it, and hurled one back.

Before you knew it, the two of you were screaming obscenities at each other in the middle of the common room and laughing like hyenas.

For some reason, Belphie calling you a dumb bitch wasn’t an insult. It was a mark of endearment. And it didn’t hurt your feelings or make you afraid.

It was empowering to call him a dickhead if he did something you didn’t like and have him simply laugh and amend his behavior. Nothing bothered him.

He didn’t move quickly; in fact he didn’t move at all if he could help it.

But you would remember, sometimes, the way his hands felt on your throat, or how cold his eyes had been. And you couldn’t say it was a momentary madness, because he’d planned it. He’d been imprisoned because he wanted to kill humanity.

You put it out of your mind. It was something you were good at, after all.

Until the two of you sat down to watch a movie one evening. A simple plot hole sparked a discussion that wound up being….not an argument, but definitely a difference of opinion.

As usual, insults were flying fast and furious when suddenly Belphie laughed and smacked you with his pillow.

It wasn’t an angry move, and it wasn’t hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t a hard blow at all! But the surprise had you falling back on the couch. And the fear had you curling into a ball, arms wrapped around your head protectively, legs curled up to guard your middle.

There is dead silence.

“Hey, Brat?” Belphie asks. When you don’t answer, he calls your name instead.

You slowly, very slowly, begin to uncurl yourself from your position. It takes time for the residual fear to leave, but enough is gone to leave room for embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” you mutter. 

“I get it,” is the answer.

Cue awkward silence.

“I figured you were still afraid of me.”

“I’m not!” When he just stares blandly at you, you sigh. “Okay, a little. If you wanted to hurt me - again - you’ve had a ton of opportunities. So I don’t think you want to. But…..”

“It’s a hard thing to get over.”

“Yeah. And not just you.” Hesitantly, you start to tell him. You want to just give him the basics, but once you start talking, you can’t seem to stop. He doesn’t interrupt, barely seems to blink, just watches you. A blank vessel to help you empty the poison that fills you sometimes.

You see his jaw tighten as you go on, but you know the anger isn’t at you.

When you finish, he’s silent for a few moments. Then he gathers you up to him. “I’ll never hurt you,” he says.

You look up at him with the same bland look he gave you a moment ago.

“Again,” he amends. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

You let out a watery laugh and he hugs you a bit tighter.

“You’re still a brat, though.”

[alwayshaveneverholdd]

REWRITING NARUTO ROMANCES SO THEY DONT SUCK

We all know that the romance in Naruto is trash and Kishimoto himself admitted to not knowing how to write female characters and getting embarrassed by romantic scenes…so let’s fix that shit

part 1: NaruHina

(I wrote this down as my notes for the post but I actually like it this way so I’m just copy and paste my raw thoughts lol if you get offended you can write a letter to your local congressman, prime minister, or whoever rules over provinces in other countries)

First let’s shit on the original ship shall we

Naruhina…

- what the fuck was the build up to this relationship

- “I respect naruto and I want to be like him! But I’m too shy to talk to him! I even fainted when I saw him after the blank period! JK I HAVE MEGA HUGE BALLS AND CONFRONTED PAIN TO SAVE NARUTO!!!! Confessed my love and got my ass kicked….then didn’t speak to him until the fourth great ninja war and now we’re married with two kids” what the Fuck

- Also can we just talk about how after Hinata confessed her love…and literally almost died for naruto…he didn’t say SHIT to her after he defeated pain, and it was like she never confessed in the first place Lmfao

- He still liked Sakura! But Sakura always loved Sasuke so wtf

- He even was like “YEAH YEAH” when Minuto asked if Sakura was his girlfriend during the war. Then ten minutes later he’s holding hands with hinata and their love and shit (ft the rest of the ASF) and going up against fucking madara obito whatever… what the fuck

- AND THEN BAM THEY GET MARRIED AWWWWWWWWBWBWBWBLEEHHHH

- It makes no sense bro—people say Sasuke never shows his love for Sakura,…to me, naruto never gave a shit about Hinata, at least not romantically (he literally acted like her existence was forgotten for 3/4s of the show; at least Sasuke always acknowledged Sakura from the start)

- It also feels like narutos crush on Sakura was never resolved (I know that they’re supposed to be shown realizing that they aren’t into each other in The Last but…bro isn’t that way too fuckin late to make sense lmfao) He just suddenly shacked up with Hinata???? Bc her cousin died….Idk man that’s kinda fucked up lmfao

So let’s fucking fix this shitshow

- I get that Hinata is shy and stuff but that bitch is a fucking hyuga SHE IS POWERFUL SO GIVE HER MORE SCREENTIME KICKING ASS

- And can we??? Give her more lines in the first part???? Other than “n…n…naruto….” “N-naruto?” “Naruto!” Like wtf was that dude that shit was way more annoying to me than anything.

- We all know Hinata has thoughts feelings and opinions (as humans do) so let’s have her voice them sometimes okay

- Being shy doesn’t automatically make you mostly mute and constantly stuttering

- That stereotype makes me want to crush skulls bro

- Can we give her some balls before pains fight bc that made no sense

- Like maybe standing up to neji even a little bit and defending herself more during the chuunin exams

- I’m not saying she has to be like “HEY SHITHEAD IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS” bc that’s totally out of character but she totally could’ve been like “Hey you’re kinda wrong and pls show me respect as a member of your clan and an equal leaf shinobi”

- Also I get that Hinata was inspired by naruto but can we stop making every female character’s rise to power and want to be stronger related to a dude?

- Like fine if she was inspired by him but I think it would’ve been way more of a credit Hinata as a person if naruto simply REMINDED her of that part of herself that’s dedicated to proving her family wrong

- I’m just gonna write this as if it happened this way

- She keeps par with Neji, and does ultimate lose but it makes Neji see that Hinata is actually strong and a formidable opponent

- No more shit eating grins from that ego maniac

- And after Hinata battles Neji, she confronts naruto and thanks him for reminding her of her inner strength

- Naruto, who’s surprised that Hinata is talking to him, is like “yeah, sure thing, hinata. You did great!”

- And that opens the door for their real friendship

- Hinata is someone naruto can confide in about Sasuke, and he trusts her

- Hinata becomes someone that gives naruto compassionate advice, and he cherishes her comforting nature

- Then in part 2 after they’re all a bit older, naruto is kinda like “o” when he sees that Hinata has come into her wOmaNhOoD and he’s attracted to her.

- During the blank period he worked through his feelings and realized he only liked Sakura bc of his rivalry with Sasuke. End of that crap

- But naruto is dense as fuck and doesn’t see Hinata in a romantic way until she stands up for him against pain

- Hinata holds her own against pain for a bit bc she’s powerful in her own right but does get her ass beat anyway bc yk rinnegan and everything

- Naruto loses his shit seeing her cut down in front of him and defeats the last pain

- After naruto gives one of his MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES and changes nagato before his death, the entire village greets him as a hero

- Instead of Sakura running up to him to hug him in that strangely intimate way that’s out of character bc she doesn’t fucking like him that way

- Sakura gives naruto a good hug and is like “you did it buddy you’re pretty cool ig”

- Then naruto talks to Hinata bc she??? Confessed her love? And took a massive beating for him???

- And they start a sort of flirty relationship where they both like each other but like waaaay too much is going on to actually date

- Like they try to between pains assault and the five mage summit but with the news of Sasukes massive downfall and the bounty on his head naruto is like dude I can’t do this rn

- And Hinata is cool so ofc she understands even tho she’s a bit sad

- And during the war when minato asks if Sakura is narutos girlfriend he says “😅 no dad, we’re just good friends”

- Then he holds hands with Hinata and the village and sings kumbaya to kick the fuck out of madara obito

- Then they get married and shit proceeds as normal

- Except in boruto when everyone returns from the battle in the other dimension she doesn’t run up to naruto first okay she hugs her SON and says “thank goodness you’re safe!” And then hugs naruto and thanks him for his work

God fuck okay I’m done

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Dancing with ENHYPEN at a ball

Okay so I've been to many balls and masquerades in my day actually I used to go to 3 specific ones every year for the past 7 or so years so Enhypen doing something with a similar vibe in concept photos had me very excited. I can usually read someone on how they are as a dance partner by their initial bow and as we saw from the Instagram stories all of them did a bow and all had their own characterisc charm so here I am to put that into words for you :) also my first ever enha writing! Sorry if some are longer than others

Genre: fluff, first meet, non relationship (still some romantic charm for a few)

Warnings: none

Pairing: Enhypen x gn reader

Gif credits to me this time actually

Heeseung

He'd be my favorite to dance with by far (along with Jake and Sunghoon theyre just my favorite type of people at masquerades/balls)

He'd be one to take you around the entire ballroom and spin you like crazy

No specific crazy moves

Just swaying with you around the room with many twirls

It'd be so comfortable no pressure at all

Just no care in the world

He'd guide you through the whole room and very playful with a big grin on his face

Conversation is very fun just full of giggles with how little effort in dancing to replace with twirling

The spinning around the room is such pure fun and filled with so much laughter and he's just happy to make you happy

Would want everything to feel like a cheery fairytale

So to see you in pure glee he's just so energetic and happy as well

Plus he's also having the time of his life

Would find your way to the center of the ballroom or a more so isolated area to which he'd ask if he could dip you

The dip would be so cheesy and romantic even if you where complete strangers

One to kiss your hand when parting

"thank you for a joy-filled dance"

Jay

The flirtatious gentleman

He'd have confidence in his walk when going up to you

Would hold his hand out to you acting like a true gentleman straight out of a fairytale

"would you like to share this dance?"

Then when you accept he'd ask your comfortablity levels

When you take his hand he'd guide you closer to him so he could put his hand on your waist

He'd be one for small talk while dancing with like an underlining level of flirting (if you're okay with that)

if not he'd just be chilling talking to you on how your evening has been

Would be one to dip you when dancing

Spin you multiple times in a row and that whole time have that specifc grin (you know the one the :D happy Jay one)

Would definitely also be the gentleman when you finish dancing he'd say

"thank you for sharing this dance with me" then bow.

Kiss your hand if you're okay with that

We love the flirtatious gentleman agenda that's for sure

Jake

I swoon at the idea omg

One of my favorite kind of dancers that hold some sort of magic in them

The one to be where it doesn't matter if you've never ballroom danced before

Since when you dance with him it's like you've been doing this all your life like it's muscle memory

(dancers like this own my heart please give me your sorcery I'm talking about you Mr tango man who I had never danced tango once in my life but once on the dance floor with him was like I was a pro for years)

very respectful and super sweet

Trys to keep a steady and good conversation with you

Learns a lot about you and you learn a lot about him in the 3-5 minute dance

After the dance is done would give you one last spin then bow with a giggle

would smile at you when making eye contact throughout the rest of the evening when crossing paths

Sunghoon

My mans got many moves but he goes for the classics

would do simple ballroom 1234 steps

A great partner for a beginner or first time ballroom

Teach you the basic steps and gives that toothy grin

Cautious of stepping on feet but would be very sweet and understanding if you stepped on his feet accidentally

Due to the simple movements it's easy to talk with him and not get to anxious messing up the footwork once you get a hang of it

Will spin you and show you the different ways people are spined so you can learn how to do them correctly so you don't get tangled when spinning with other people

Or let you spin him to flex his excellent spinning skills

Very charming

Doesn't do the most intense of moves since he wants the experience to be enjoyful and relaxing with less pressure

If you have a lot of experience in dancing already he may amp up the level but not too bad

Sunoo

Sunoo seems like a lot of fun

he'd be a mixture of Riki and Sunghoon

Simple steps and would have a firm hand on your waist

He'd be immediately talking with you and joking with you

"so what brings you here?" wiggling his eyebrows pls y'all would be so loud from laughter

Would love spinning you!! And you could spin him too he finds it so much fun

If he saw someone dancing with someone super well and ethereal

Oh boy that's a battle

He'd take that as a challenge

So then both of you had the goal to out do them

You'd move to the center of the room doing basic outgoing moves(example both spinning out at once, trying to lift the other gracefully ect) so that gets people's eyes on you

There'd be a lot of laughter definitely at how ridiculous it was to be trying to out do those other people

would definitely once finishing dancing if later in the night you both have no partners would come up to you once again and be a continuous partner throughout the dance

Jungwon

Someone help this boy please

Gives me the tense awkward vibe?

Being so scared to overstep boundaries he'd be so stiff

Boys hands would be clamy but strictly at your waist

Like he'd be super sweet don't get me wrong!!

But be so respectful he'd end up being tense

Makes sure not to over step boundaries

You'd have a good conversation and he’d slowly get less tense as the dance continues

Would apologize for his hands getting a bit sweaty

If you danced together again later in the night or saw you at another ball your next dance he’d be way less tense

Definitely a gentleman though

When the dance ends he’d bow squeezing your hand lightly before biding farewell

“Thank you for dancing with me”

Riki

Riki would be a little tense (I know surprising from the amazing dancer he is)

In the beginning a little awkward

But gradually as the song escalates would be more calm and loosen up

His hand would have a little bit of a firm grip on your waist (the only thing making him tense is from idea of over stepping boundaries)

He'd be a little bad at small talk in the beginning

But once he loosens up he'd let loose of the tension the conversations got better

Went from

“How are you this evening?” very awkward to

“You see those two over there? Have you noticed how they both keep stepping on each others feet then glaring at each other?”

Trying both your best to not laugh at the situation in from of you to be kind

But when your conversation is finally going well and pure fun

Just having an amazing time of fun joking around and getting to know each other

The song ends

Now you have two options

You share another dance

or say a bittersweet goodbye