#its pathetic in a cute way in the context of him

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today my coworker said something in a poorly British accent as i was walking to the back and i just stood there unloading my dishes compulsively repeating her

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—bullying him pt.2 | sub choi soobin

part 1 | part 3

tags: bully reader x nerd soobin, gn reader, mean reader, sadistic reader, somewhat possessive reader, one-sided crush but not really (reader has feelings too but doesn’t admit it), public humiliation, public orgasms, dubcon, oral (soob.receiving), vibrator (soob.receiving), unhealthy relationship, heavy exhibitionism, kind of cute at the end?

its a few weeks or maybe months into this weird relationship you two established. or more accurately, you pulling him around and him being at your every beck and call. maybe your relationship with him was a secret, but how downbad he is for you wasn’t. it was real obvious how he looked at you in class, only to look down when you made eye contact with him. a pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks. look at him, getting his hope up and everything. when you call him to your desk during lunch break, he couldn’t help his eagerness, walking past your friends and glancing at you through his bangs. it’s pathetic, really, how excited he gets when you give him attention.

“what… what did you need?” he repeated, barely able to keep himself in check. probably used up all his courage just to choke out those words. your friends stare at the two of you, some holding back their laughter while others were glaring at him. he shrivel under their judging gazes, his tall figure and head slightly slumped as if he was trying to make himself appear smaller. which was impossible, considering how tall he was.

you smile at him, and he lights up a little. “yeah, can you get me a drink at the vending machine?”

he dissipates visibly, a small frown on his plump lips before he nods— you would almost feel bad for him if it weren’t for how cute he looked while sad. he quickly rushed out of the classroom, probably to get away from your friend’s snickering.

soobin’s attraction was no secret even to you. but could you really blame him? just a few days ago, you discovered something shocking (or maybe it was already obvious), not only was soobin a friendless loser (to his own admission), but he also had the biggest, fattest crush on you ever since the start of high school. when he told you, you couldn’t help but grin, this was a gold mine. from then on, it was just so much easier to play with him.

you were slapped out your daze by your friends, they were patting your back while laughing.

“holy shit, you made him your errand boy?” one joked, but you felt a slight rising irritation at their sudden attention towards soobin. it was irrational, seriously, because you really had no problem with it before.

“woah, why the glaring.” another just jested, and you rolled your eyes, packing up your lunch.

“i mean, i would kill for an errand boy. bet he’ll get down on his knees and—“

“shut up. with your face, he doesn’t need to be on his knees to gag” you snap, and perhaps you overreacted. but your friends shrugged it off as a joke, laughing and jabbing at the guy who got insulted

“damn they got you there.”

you put the final item into your bag before standing up and heading for the door.

“yo where you going?”

“rooftop.” you weren’t technically lying.

during school, outside of the classmate context, you pretend to not know him, it was more fun that way. you told him it was because you couldn’t associate with a loser like him, and he meekly nodded. (real reason? teasing him was fun).

it was easy to spot soobin at the vending machine, lamely contemplating which drink you would like the most. so concentrated that he didn’t even notice your figure approaching him until your strong grip was pulling him by the arm. he visibly flinches, wide eyes confused as he stumbles behind you.

“the— you— the drink”

“i wasn’t even thirsty.”

he seemed puzzled at this, but lets you manhandle his tall ass figure anyways (it never ceases to turn him on). you release his arm when you reach the rooftop. he takes a glance at his surroundings before looking back at you. suddenly awkward in his body again, he shifts from one foot to the other while fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“so uhm… what are we do—“

you roughly kiss him and he shuts up with a small startled noise. you push him harshly into the fence and he yelps into the kiss before having his senses dominated by your eager tongue, forcing into his mouth. he was frozen like always, closing his eyes desperately, pilant under your touch because he had no damn idea what he was doing. after a few seconds, his jittery hands push you off, because he physically couldn’t breathe anymore. he inhales shakily, lips wet with saliva and cheeks tinted red.

you hand lowers and begin to unbutton his shirt, feeling from his chest to his stomach. his skin was always so soft and satisfying to feel. (you once asked if he had a skincare routine and he nodded nervously, asking if you wanted to know) you slid your hand up to his nipple, pinching at one. he trembles at this, hands sweaty and he didn’t know where to place them so he just grips at your shoulders. your hand suddenly palms at his bulge and he jolts, a desperate breathy moan escaping his mouth

“it’s! it’s public! we’re— we’re in public!”

he manages to squeak out, eyes squeezed shut. you stop, a snarky expression on your face. you pull away fully, leaving him with his back flush against the fence. he whimpers softly when he felt your weight lift from his body, eyelids fluttering open to look at you.

“m’kay. i’ll just go then.”

you roll your eyes as you turn your heel.

“wait! wait! i’m sorry. im so sorry. please don’t leave me.”

a grin quirks the edges of your lips as you turn back towards him. hands on hips.

“thought you said we’re in public?”

“yes but… i…” he says between bated breathes, blush deepening.

“you still want me to touch you, don’t you? desperate slut.” you step closer to him, grin on your lips.

he gulps, head lowering until his bangs covered his eyes, but you could see the red tips of his ears. he nods slowly.

“good, then we’re doing it my way.”

you stride confidently to him and he shivers. your hand goes to his pants without hesitation, pulling everything down at once. making his rock hard cock slap against his abdomen, angrily red and leaking. you take it in your hands, pumping it a few times and he cries.

“shush. don’t come.”

you just warn, grasping the head of his cock, hard. his thighs tremble but he nods. you found out, while still in the beginning stages of this weird relationship, that soobin orgasms embarrassingly fast. i guess that’s what you get with a perverted virgin nerd who’s only frame of reference for sex is manga porn. but it wasn’t a bad thing really, you just liked seeing him desperately try to hold it in.

“don’t come until i say so, okay?” you repeat, harshly gripping at his cock again and he whimpers a yes.

without hesitation you kneel down, taking his length into your mouth in one go. you can hear his gasp, but you didn’t need to look up to know he was nervous, you could tell with how his calves and thighs shook. you were only teasing when you called him small earlier, because he was big, big enough to hit the back of your throat. you slowly began to move and he moans softly, so sensitive. he tasted sweaty and salty, but it wasn’t a bad scent. (you made sure he was cleaned up after all.)

you pull your mouth off just up till his tip, your tongue swirling around and digging into his slit while your hands pumped the rest of his length. he cries and thrashes, jittery hands coming up to grasp your hair. but you immediately slap him off, glaring up at him. you were in control, not him. you slide your mouth off his cock and he immediately starts apologising.

“i’m sorry! please don’t be mad, i didn’t mean to! i won’t touch you without permission i—i’m sorry, please don’t stop!”

“instead of worrying about your pathetically small dick, how about you worry about your loud ass moans?”

he quickly clasps his hands over his mouth, ears a bright red, eyes teary. you suck his dick into your warm mouth again and he sobs quietly. his moans came out breathy and squeaky, he’s never been a loud moaner, but it was extra hard to keep it down when his bully was literally going to town on his cock. you were enjoying him like he was a lollipop. your hand creeps up to his ass, one finger slipping into his hole, already loose from the morning. (he stayed over and you took him to school) he doubles over, gasping and squirming, thighs trembling, and you knew he was close before he even whispered it. he shakes his head violently, nearly drooling at the double stimulation— and just before his stomach spasms and he feels his sweet orgasm, you pull off. one hand firmly squeezing the base of his cock, denying his orgasm.

he cries out, eyes wide as he processes the situation. you stand, legs a little shaky due to kneeling for so long, a smile on your lips. when he realises you weren’t going to let him cum, he sobs, tears quick to come down. his bunny eyes glancing at you meekly as if asking why you stopped.

“oh soobin.” you tease, dropping his cock from your grip. “class is about to start soon, you wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect track record, do you?”

he looks at you in a silent fear at what you’re insinuating, but don’t worry, you were far meaner than that. you pull his pants further down, digging into your pocket and showing him the vibrating bullet you bought especially for him. more tears fall down and you just chuckle.

it didn’t take much for you to squeeze the bullet in. but he was squirming and whimpering the whole way through, shaking his head and looking at you so pitifully.

“you’re… you’re so mean.” his voice cracks, bottom lip trembling.

you wipe his tears with a smirk, pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt, his hard-on uncomfortably pressing against the fabric.

“yet look who’s turned on.”

☆★☆

in class it wasn’t any better, he was clearly ruffled, his hair tousled, collar undone and eyes red from previously crying. one of his legs was shaking unrelentlessly as he sits down. wincing when he feels the chair press up against the vibrator.

he was hyperaware how each movement causes the bullet to shift. soobin tries his best to reduce the friction and calm his erection down, but oh boy were you mean. just when he thinks he’s got it handled, you prove him wrong.

because the moment the teacher walked in, the torment began. you would periodically turn on the vibrator, making him jolt in his seat and hit his knee against his desk. alerting everyone to him as he lowers his head in embarrassment, whispering lightly that he was fine when the teacher asked. he came immediately with the stimulation. it was even worse when he was given a question to answer, you were unrelenting, turning it on to the highest setting and making his thighs shake uncontrollably. it took all his willpower and more to not burst out crying and moaning in the middle of class.

“choi soobin? soobin? soobin?”

he jolts from his daze, fists clenching painfully hard, nails digging into his palm. the teacher has been trying to get his attention for the past minute. a few students around him whisper and he quivers. glancing back at you for a second, catching your smug look, hands in your pockets; before he faces back at the teacher.

“mr choi, are you okay?”

no, he was not alright. he had busted into his pants for the 3rd time now and you weren’t even going to give him a break!

“yep, perfectly okay.”

the teacher looks doubtful and god soobin just wishes she would stop talking. he really shouldn’t be thinking like this about his favourite teacher. but please shut up and stop asking already!

“are you sure? you’ve looked uneasy this entire lesson.” and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to die in shame. he bites his lips hard and you turn down the vibration. is this salvation? are you being nice for once?

“i’m sur —ck.” he bit down on his words, because if he didn’t he would’ve moaned in front of everyone in class. you turned it to the highest, and he really just came in his pants in front of the teacher. he was so overstimulated, it hurt to come, his whole body clenched hard so he could keep his trembling down.

thinking quick on his feet, he covered his stumble with coughing. “i — i may be sick.” he stammers, never has he been a good liar, and you snicker at his cover-up. the teacher however seemed to believe him, no reason to doubt the obedient straight A student after all.

“you should rest when you get home.”

☆★☆

class ends officially with the bell. the teacher dismisses the students with a quick reminder of the homework, not as if anyone was listening. soobin somehow managed to last through the whole class. and thank god was it the last class of the day, otherwise he might really have died. he slumps over his desk in a big sigh of relief. he would pack his things and rush out the door as soon as possible, but— he was afraid to even stand up and move. he didn’t want to look down at his crotch, he knew he had thoroughly soiled his pants and it probably leaked onto the seat.

you waited with him, putting every item extra slow into your bag. when the teacher had left the room, telling you two to lock the classroom behind you. that’s when you moved.

you stand in front of him, dangling the vibrator remote in his face. he fiddles with his fingers, unsure on what to say. at least you seemed happy?

“let’s see the mess you made.”

you slide him with his chair away from his desk, exposing his spread legs and like he thought, his crotch was wet with come. it was a terrible (and arousing) sight, there was a huge wet patch on his crotch and a small puddle on the wooden chair. he has never come this much before and you never overstimulated him this much either. all of this and you didn’t even touch or embrace him! you were so so so mean to him, and he felt tears fall again, his bunny eyes looking up at you in humiliation.

he was just so cute, you couldn’t help it. you wiped his tears with your sleeve, cooing at him.

“soobin, are you embarrassed?”

he nodded, beginning to whine as he sobbed more. embarrassed is an understatement, he felt so degraded. but it turned him on so much. he was starting to think he was masochistic, or maybe that’s just how downbad he was for you.

“you were so obedient, you want a reward? what reward do you want?”

you wipe each tear as it falls out, gently cradling his face. he pondered for a second, shaking his head.

“i don’t know…”

you chuckle, pulling him up and his legs shakes, you put his face in the crook of your neck and hugged his waist. he slumps over you and you rub his back. damn. this was comfortable, he never thought his bully would give a single shit about his feelings and you never thought you would ever comfort him.

why did you even bother to comfort him? it didn’t mean you tolerated him or anything. he was just cute that’s why you let him hug you, telling him he did a good job in his ear. there was no reason behind it, like how there was no reason behind you walking him back to your house, hand in his hand. (only because he was too jittery and wouldn’t stop shaking)

“lets go on a date tomorrow.” you deadpan. nothing behind those words, nope, nothing at all. just a reward for his good behaviour.

he looks at you with stupidly cute hopeful eyes, ignoring the uncomfortable squench in-between his thighs.

“you promise?”

“promise. you big baby.”

[yanderederee]

Baji with 12 if it hasn't already been requested for the writing event

Event prompt12:

“We’ll burn it down and then we’ll build the world again.”

a/n:using the full context for this prompt; this is JD’s way of expressing how he intends to kill the guys who bully Veronica for spreading false rumors about her… and I want in on that👹

got a little too lost in the sauce and couldn’t find a good time for this as a line of text though; so please accept this instead.

cw: extreme bullying, toxic solutions, murder

Baji seriously had enough.

On the first day of school, Baji noticed your pencil drop under your desk, and decided he’d retrieve it for you in passing. You were so grateful for his assistance, completely over the moon with gratitude. It would have been unnerving, had you not been so sincere.

Usually, he wouldn’t give a normal person like you a second thought. But that sweet smile of yours captured him.

Ever since that day, Baji’s had his eyes on you. You were careful in the way you moved and talked, doing your best not to get in anyone’s way, or say the wrong thing. Soft spoken to a fault, but always kind and considerate.

Baji made an effort to talk to you more in class, soon after. You relied on him occasionally, enough to eventually call each other friends. But your relationship was only began to develop… He couldn’t have known about the bullying you experienced whenever he wasn’t around.

You never told anyone about the extent of your mistreatment. You thought it’d go away on its own— that ignoring it and paying it no mind would eventually make you less entertaining to mess with.

It wasn’t so bad… at first. A teasing here, being shoved there.

And Baji had no idea…

—-Until today.

It was just another school day. Cruelly early, bustling with students who were unusually chatty about the latest gossip hanging in the air.

“Are you serious?! That girl from Class-3?! I never would have guessed...”

“It’s always the quiet ones, I guess. Slutting herself out for attention though? How pathetic.”

“She’s not even that cute, you know Takeru just did it with her out of pity.”

“He told me she’d kept begging him for it! How disgusting!”

“Gross! I hope I never have to sit next to that whore ever again~”

‘Jeez, girls these days are so harsh’ Baji thought to himself in passing. Who were they even talking about? Some girl in class-3? That was his class. Well, he doubted he’d know who it was either way.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Upon entering the threshold of his class, Baji was frozen in shock.

It was routine for him to seek you out and chat with you for the first few minutes of class, before the bell rang.

However, instead of being met with your greeting grin, all that remained was a completely destroyed, empty desk.

Your desk.

His blood was boiling.

That was it. He’d seriously fucking had it.

Immediately, Baji looped his arms through the straps of his school bag, and made a B-line for your desk. He picked it up, and held it upside down by the metal bars underneath.

He wasn’t sure if you’d already seen the damage or not, but he decided right then and there no one else fucking would. It was fucking cruel. And he was pissed beyond measure.

“Baji-san! Just where do you think you’re taking that desk?” His teacher hollered after him. “I’m throwing it away!” He yelled back, a seething rage evident in his tone. If the teacher said anything after that, it didn’t even register to Baji.

Baji had a feeling you were aware of the rumors going around. You were always on time to class, so he was sure you’d also seen your classmate’s cruel defacing.

First and foremost, he was throwing this fucking desk away. Then, he’d go looking for you.

He wasn’t sure where to find you, though.

Possibility 1; you never came to school to begin with.

Possibility 2; you went to class as usual, saw the desk, and ran away. It was a toss up between if you went home or stayed on school grounds.

Those were the most likely possibilities he could think of.

Having finally made his way to the school’s dumpster, he took a moment of rest before tossing it in.

If there was one thing to beware of about Baji, it was his blinding hot rage. He’d practiced composing his tempter while in school. He couldn’t let himself lose his cool so easily. Calm down. He had to calm down, especially before he went looking for you…

However, fate had other plans…

Two wanna-be delinquents could be overhead chatting while ditching class behind the dumpster.

“You mean Y/n, right?”

“Yeah that’s the one! Takeru said she almost drew blood with how bad she was at sucking dick!”

“Poor guy. She probably wasn’t any better in bed…”

More Fucking Rumors…

Baji quickly untied his hair, and slipped his glasses into his school bag. If he couldn’t control his tempter, he could at least try to maintain face.

Baji stalked up behind the two punks, the desk dragging behind him in an eerily tight grip. He soon came close enough in distance to lift it single handedly, and slam it over the back of both of their heads.

Before they had time to react to their sudden assault, Baji just kept wailing.

With both hands, he kept swinging the desk up and down.

When they moved to dodge, he swung against the side.

When they tried to move away, he crushed their kneecaps.

When they begged for mercy, he hit harder.

Over and over, until he began to spin out of control. Wild with disgust and hate, the lies they would have spread were eating up all the sanity he had.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Fuck.

Every.

Last.

One.

Of.

You.

“Pl… se…. … op… st…op—“ whispered out one kid, his last words sputtering past his broken teeth.

Wait, what happened?

Baji had a sudden moment of clarity. Two kids, beaten maybe a little more than half to death, laid motionless before him.

Shit, did he go too far?

When was the last time he blacked out like that?

But the rage circulating in his fists had yet to subside. “You conscious?” He asked his begging victim. The poor boy’s crocodile tears were response enough. “You ever, fucking dare, say another word about Y/n, ever. And I swear to god. I will fucking kill you.”

The punks were left there, barely alive.

Baji felt thankful he hadn’t gotten any blood on his school uniform, before discarding of the bloody desk at the very bottom of the large dumpster container.

He honestly felt a bit grateful to those two. He’d managed to blow off a good amount of steam thanks to their insolence. He took a deep breath, and began wandering the school in silent deliberation over where you may be.

Where were you… home, or school?

He’d figure he’d try his hand at looking over the school first. Careful to avoid any of the hallway monitoring teachers during classes, Baji checked every floor throughly.

Eventually it came down to the roof, or you’d ran home. Usually, the door to the roof would be locked at a normal school. However, Ryusei broke that lock long ago so he’d have constant access to the roof whenever he needed a nap.

Running up the stairs and through the roof door, he searched the area. Lo and behold, there he found you, huddled into yourself with your back against the wall. You were crying, not caring about how loud you may have been.

Finally…

Even though he’d been searching so hard to find you, now that he was actually there… Baji had no idea what to do. What to say. But he had to say something. His heart was breaking just looking at you.

Slowly, Baji made his way closer. You looked up when you heard footsteps, expecting to have been caught by a teacher. Yet you were surprised to instead see Baji, holding back a bitter expression. Quick to wipe away tears, you looked away right after. “S-sorry, I’m not feeling really well… could you please leave?” You asked shakily.

Baji pressed his lips into a line. “I know… I’m sorry I didn’t know sooner,” he said quietly, dropping to his knees in front of you and pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay to cry. Let it out.”

He made sure to hold you tight. Though, even if you had tried to escape his grasp, the overwhelming urge to cry kept you in place, clinging to him even. There, you cried for a good ten minutes or so, unable to suppress the feeling of being so humiliated and hated.

“I-I didn’t… I didn’t do anything t-that they’re saying I d-did… it’s all lies…” you sobbed into his chest. Baji knew that. He knew it. Hell, even if it was true, he’d still feel this same way.

“It’s okay, I know. You won’t have to worry about that anymore.” Baji spoke clearly, lifting your face to look him in the eyes. “I’ll make sure they apologize, and take back everything they said about you.”

“I promise, they’ll pay for the things they’ve said and done to you. No one will ever think of you in that way ever again.”

Baji promised you with fire in his eyes. While his expression would be scary to most, you couldn’t help the way your heart beat out of its chest at his words.

You were quiet for a while, wide and doe eyed under Baji’s meaningful gaze. “How… do you plan to do that…?” You asked.

Happy to see his declaration helped ease the sadness in your heart, he smiled, and kissed the crown of your head. “Don’t worry about that. Just know by tomorrow morning, everything will be back to the way it was.”

You weren’t sure why, but those words comforted you deeply. You didn’t really believe he was capable of something like that, but his intentions were enough. You smiled back at him, and nodded. “Sure,” you agreed absentmindedly. “Thank you.”

Baji felt as though for the first time since he’s met you, things felt right. You in his arms, smiling, relying on him, holding him back. This feeling he had been unfamiliar with, this whole time, was Love.

As soon as he came to the conclusion, that he loved you. Something in Baji shifted. A creature he had no idea lived inside him suddenly started making itself known.

How could they do this— to someone so undeserving of their malice? Who would ever dare to hurt someone as sweet as you?

It was an extraordinary wrong that they’d committed against you. One that couldn’t go unpunished. He hated them. Wanted them dead. Would kill them. That was the only way to make things right, he began to think.

“Come on, let’s go.” Baji said softly, helping you to your feet. You looked up at him inquisitively. “We’re ditching.” He clarified, offering you a mischievous grin.

Normally, skipping school would be against both your wishes. However, given the circumstances … You grinned back with puffy eyes. You took his hand, and together you snuck out of the school with no trouble.

Having snuck out to a nearby diner, you both enjoyed each other’s company. You two always got along well, his sarcastic remarks were somehow easy for you to read, and kept you fueled with engaging conversation.

Baji seemed like he could be the awkward sort around girls, but in truth, he simply had no interest in getting close with anyone. Only you.

It made you feel better, feel special in a way.

The day had started off in the worst way possible, but now, laughing to the point of tears with the person you liked the most, everything felt like it really would be alright….

Baji glanced at the clock, noticing how many hours had passed by so quickly. “We got one more stop to make before I walk ya home, sound good?”

You nodded at him simply, smiling wide.

… So why were you walking back towards the school?

“Uh, Baji? Where are we going..?” You asked nervously. Baji squeezed your hand reassuringly, throwing a grin your way. “Don’t worry, just trust me.”

And so you did. You took a deep breath to settle your nerves, and put your trust in the person you liked so much.

Standing off in a nearby alleyway just a few streets over from the school, Baji told you to wait behind as he stood at the alleys entrance, scanning students as they passed by, not giving him a second glance.

Soon, a familiar group of voices made your throat close up with anxiety.

“I still can’t believe you actually slept with Y/n! You sure you ain’t infected with her creepiness?”

“Hahaha! As if. It’s nice not having to see her gloomy face at school anymore though.”

“You’re the man, Takeru! Next time, invite me, Kay? I’d—“

Suddenly, there was no more outspoken foul voice speaking. “Mm? Suiren? Oi! Suiren!”

Quiet for a moment, Takeru could hear an unfamiliar thudding should come from the nearby alley.

Baji’s first punch was enough to knock the boy out cold, yet one after the other, Baji’s fist threw punches more fierce than the last.

Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die—

“Wh-what the hell..!”

Baji’s head turned eerily slow, as he watched his friend get beaten in horror. Blood and hair stuck like glue against his cheek. Before Takeru could run or scream, Baji dropped the unconscious boy, and wrapped one large and bloody hand across his face.

“Shut the fuck up. That is, unless you want to die right now.” Baji threatening voice cut deeper than bone, dragging the two boys deeper into the alley and away from prying gazes.

Takeru doesn’t dare take his chances. Obediently, he nodded vigorously, putting his hands up in defense while holding back tears. Whiling scanning the area for a means of escape once his chance came, he quickly spotted a small form not too far off, frozen and wide eyed.

You.

Oh shit, he began connecting the dots.

“Takeru Izukura, right?” Baji asked. His victim wasn’t eager to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t a smart move. Tightening the death grip he had on Takeru’s skull, Baji shoved him against the wall, and began ramming his fist into his stomach.

How could someone be strong enough to crack a person’s rib in just one punch? Takeru couldn’t help the pathetic yells that ripped through his throat. As desperately as he wanted to cry his apologies out now, it was impossible to so much as breath with all the air being knocked out of him with every one of Baji’s outrageous punches.

All the pent up rage Baji had been saving was finally making itself known. The events of the day began flooding his mind with white rage. The desk. The rumors. Your tears. All of it. He gritted his teeth so hard he could feel a molar chip.

All because of this asshole. Only a few minutes ago he was laughing about your severe mistreatment, and only now wanted to apologize? Even if he did want to hear his excuses and sputtered sorrows, it wouldn’t be honest. It’d have been reactive.

You stood frozen at Baji’s brutal assault. You had half a mind to step in and stop this whole mess, but after catching a clear glimpse of Takeru’s face… you gulped.

“B-… Baji.” You called out quietly. Upon hearing your voice, Baji immediately stopped. Blood soaking his knuckles and face, he looked your direction, an unreadable expression on his face.

Should he feel shame for letting you see him like this? Maybe he should, but nothing like that came to surface. After your call, all he felt was attentive. He waited for you, as you moved closer, looking his victim in the eyes.

“I want… to hear what kind of apology you have to say.” You combed through your words carefully. You felt hatred for him, but had he given a sincere apology, maybe you could forgive him.

Takeru looked at you, warily. “It’s your fault I’m in this position in the first place—“ he tried reminding you, but a heavy fist broke his nose in response. “Try again asshole.” Baji warned.

Your bully sobbed. “I’m sorry! I fuc-cking sorry, okay! I won’t make shit like that up again!! I swear!”

You felt bile rise in your throat. “That’s it?” You asked, waiting only a few moment for a response. When he looked at you expectingly, you grew angry.

“You don’t even remember the half of what you’ve done to me, do you…” you chocked on tears you didn’t want to surface. “How about a sorry for tripping me down the stairs the first time we met? An apology for ‘jokingly’ pushing me against the desk, and flipping my skirt up for all your buddies to see?” You began listing ways he’d fucked up. His face went pale, now under two sets of hostile eyes.

“That so?” Baji’s deep tone only sent the beaten boy into a cold sweat. “W-wait! I’m sorry for that too, okay! R-really!”

But he wasn’t. Not really. He was just sorry he was caught.

“I don’t give a damn what happens to you. Whatever happens is what you deserve.” You swallowed hard, and took a step back. “Baji…” you drew your gaze back to him and his blank eyes. You didn’t know what to say.

But he understood just fine. “Leave this to me.”

[liulith]

Why Vox’ one-sided psychosexual obsession with Alastor is PERFECT for a #radiostatic QPR

This fanwork is an edited version of a comment I wrote for a fic from the 666: Live on Air! Series by @prince-liest You don’t need to know the fic to understand it, though! Just keep in mind that those are headcanons based on a hypothetical established relationship between Alastor and Vox, in which Vox’s obsession for Alastor has changed flavors from hatred to love, and Alastor doesn’t return his feelings but finds his pathetic obsession entertaining, flattering and somewhat cute. (Also, this doesn’t address the past friendship (?) between them that is being hinted at by the photo in S1 finale, since we have zero context for that at the moment)

Why Vox is Like That

My headcanon is that Vox has always been the type to strive for power and recognition, always reaching for the top of the heap. The problem is that he’s too good at it.

Once he gets into whatever position of power he wanted, he gets bored because what he truly likes is fighting his way to the top. Whatever comes after can be enjoyable but it never compares to the “fight” itself – and thus Vox is always left unsatisfied, setting new goals to become even more powerful because *surely*, that’s what will finally bring him the sense of fulfillment he wants.

(We can kinda see it in his introduction. The man looks bored to tears before Alastor waltzes back into his life and turns him into a manic mess! Here’s a tumblr post about it)

This is precisely why I think Hell gave Vox hypnosis powers: the same reason it gave Alastor the body of a prey animal. It’s torture! With those powers, Vox can get almost anything he wants and he hates it. On Earth, people were a challenge; not everyone can be bought, and he had to rely on his skills.

Sure, he still has those skills in Hell; but in Hell, where every sinner is a potential enemy and the exorcists come down once a year, power is key to his survival and he has to take any victory he can get; meaning, he’ll never be able to *not* use his hypnosis powers, not as long as he wants to survive, even if that makes the fight to the top lose its appeal.

[Insert non-existent tangent on how Val not being affected by the hypnosis – because he’s half blind – is a key factor in Vox’ attraction to him]

Why Vox can’t NOT be obsessed with Alastor:

Alastor is powerful enough to resist his mind-control powers. Alastor can’t be swayed by Vox’ influence, his connections, his power, his money. In short, he’s a challenge. Vox needs to earn his attention, needs to work for it.

Thankfully for him, there *is* something Alastor is interested in: his genuine, unguarded, desperate self: the one that has a full manic episode/mental breakdown when he learns Alastor is back in town. The side of him he always hides under layers and layers of confidence, bravado and corporate talk!

And, deep down, that desperate side of him is exactly why he strives for power so hard in the first place. This man is full of insecurities and he NEEDS to be the biggest fish (shark) in the tank.

This means that Alastor is the embodiment of his deepest fears! He sees through all his bullshit, makes him lose all his composure, and is able to destroy him in EVERY WAY that matters. And yet, he doesn’t. Because, he tolerates (likes) him (in the context of this AU) just as he is, patheticness and all :3  I think there’s something very liberating about that.

Plus, Vox is a simp. He’s a manic sado-masochist who gets off on seeing Alastor humiliated and being humiliated himself, he wants Alastor helpless under his claws, wants Alastor to step on him and tear his heart out if that’s the only way Alastor would touch him, wants to have a cutesy dance-off with and make him laugh until his face hurts.

Oh Vox, we’re really in it now

He’s obsessed with Alastor and wants him in any way he can have him – and I think he’d be ready to give himself over to Alastor in any way Alastor wants to have him as well, because as long as it means Alastor wants something *from him*, it’s worth it. Even if it destroys him.

So, in a context where he has experienced Alastor being on friendly terms with him, where Alastor he has seen Alastor’s genuinely smiling at him and handing him the smallest crumb of affection, there’s just no turning back. Yes, he *could* still get off on seeing Alastor hurt because he’s deranged like that, but he doesn’t want it anymore.

or, well. the vicious, demonic part of him does still want to hurt him, but not exactly for the same reasons as before. It’s more of his caged beast of a heart wanting to make its predator pay for ruining it, in a desperate attempt to reduce his pain (at Alastor’s perceived “indifference”), to force Alastor to SEE him (not that he can. Lol).

BUT! he doesn’t need to do that now! Not when there is so much he would have to give up! So many other emotions, reactions he can get out of Alastor, knowing that HE did that!! To Alastor!! Him!! He cares so, so much. He’s the biggest shark in the tank but Alastor is the water around him. I suck at metaphors.

FML: Alastor edition

Hell turned Alastor into a prey animal because he has always felt like one. I think that at his core, he’s never going to get rid of his instinctual mistrust of others and fear of having any exposed vulnerability turned against him, because it’s part of a defense mechanism he developed since childhood.

He grew in Louisiana as a mixed-race* boy (*it's a bit more complicated than that since "Louisiana Creole" is not a racial designation but let's say Alastor is 100% mixed-race with a POC mom in this context), in an era of widespread lynching and racial segregation, at a time where millions of Black Americans migrated to the North because of the horrible socio-economic conditions of the South. Hell, he was alive during the great Mississippi flood of 1927 – the most destructive river flood of the entire history of the US – and he SAW the government refuse to prioritize the safety of the POC who were 75% of the population (literally; “The refugee camps also dealt with extreme racial inequality, as supplies and means of evacuation after flooding were given strictly to white citizens, with Blacks receiving only leftovers. African Americans also did not receive supplies without providing the name of their white employer or voucher from a white person. In order to fully exploit black labor, Blacks were frequently forced to work against their will, and were not permitted to leave the camps.”)

We don’t know if he was white-passing or visibly mixed, or if his white dad was in the picture, but since he only mentions his mother in canon I’m gonna run with the idea that she raised him alone. He seems to have had a positive relationship with her, which may have impacted his relationships with women in general. However, as a Creole woman, his mom couldn’t guarantee his safety in a society that was rigged against her.

So, he grew up learning the world was out to get him, that no one had his back, and that *performance* was key to his continued safety and survival. By performance, I mean learning how to act around white people to appear non-threatening/avoid being reduced to his ancestry/manage to “pass” well enough. But passing too well would also exclude him from his own community, as mixed people often are.

He also learned that despite his best efforts, no matter how competent he could become, some things would always be unfairly inaccessible to him for reasons outside of his control, and he couldn’t stand for it. The quiet rage, the humiliation, he took out on people by becoming a serial killer: permanently excluding “unworthy” people from society, and consuming them to assert his absolute dominance over them.

FML: Alastor edition. Why he would like Vox:

As the Radio Demon, Alastor has more power than he ever craved in his human life. He’s also vulnerable to the exorcists (Adam), to higher demonic powers (Lucifer, etc.) and was put on a leash by a mysterious character (Lilith? Eve? Roo?).

He’s more desperate for control than ever. It’s not that hard in his daily life, since most people (besides Husk and..? idk) don’t know he made a deal, and he can act like his usual confident self. However, it’s a control that is not unconditional, never absolute nor freely given.

And Vox? He’s hopelessly devoted to Alastor. Alastor has the upper hand on him in terms of raw power, but he also has the absolute psychological and emotional upper hand here. Vox is putting his heart and everything he has on the line in a way Alastor would never do in his worst nightmares. Vox is probably the only person who ever *let* Alastor have this much power over them, and Alastor loves to see it.

This, in turn, makes Alastor more willing to show his more vulnerable side, in a way he would never do if he were also in love with Vox imo. Because Vox is “only Vox” to him, and losing Vox wouldn’t destroy him the way it would if he returned Vox’ feelings, he’s paradoxically more likely to get closer to him. Being in love with Vox would make him too vulnerable and I honestly think that if he became that desperately attached, he would kill him in a fit of panicked narcissistic self-preservatory rage, to prove he’s stronger than this. He’d be too scared to have his feelings taken advantage of, and his brained is wired to kill anything that gets in his way.

Having Vox as a friend, however, is just perfect for him! Just the right amount of closeness and connection that enables him to give him his trust, without fearing he’s being blinded by feelings outside of his control. And knowing that Vox wants him *that* desperately but accepts Alastor’s inability and unwillingness to return this love, and is content to be given anything Alastor allows… Well, that’s heartwarming in its own right, isn’t it?

And THIS is why RadioStatic as a qpr/fucked up friendship with benefits has so much potential, to me! <3

[centrally-unplanned]

Oh I had some YU-NO thoughts cache'd I never shared. Thought #1: Btw YU-NO is a 1996 eroge time travel PC-98 VN, context I guess.

Anyway, so in visual novels you often have two goals: fuck multiple hotties and tell an engaging story. These goals are synergistic when your love interests are the story; you choose a girl, and your learn about her and date her and have relationship drama. That is one type of VN, but its not all types - every genre is present in the dating sim VN world, mystery & sci-fi/fantasy plots most commonly.

Here you start running into an issue; you want multiple romance routes, but you don't want to just repeat the story each time you date them. Most people will play multiple or even all the routes. But its not like you are going to write five different endings to your mystery plot. And you can't just...fuck all of them on the way to the ending as one cohesive story, because you are pathetic coward of a dev team and also a nation. A common answer to this dilemma (I first experienced it in G-senjou No Maou) is for you to have a "main" girl, whose romance arc is the plot arc. And then the other girls are clear side girls, who are involved in the main story, sure, and who will give you tidbits, of course, but at a certain point in your arc with them you just trail off. You forget about the murder mystery or whatever, you just date them, have sex scenes, and you will even sometimes have an epilogue where you remark "man, whatever happened with that crazy shit back then?" Its a bit of an odd genre convention but you can see how it works, its lets you have new content and date all the girls without ruining the story, you know who is the 'main' girl is after all.

YU-NO is a mystery sci-game, and it a quantum multiverse/timelines mystery game. You go through the story, and you collect objects along that story, and you also get jewels that let you anchor your spot in the worldline and teleport back to them with your inventory intact. It looks insane btw:

You get no in-game explanation of it at all, the idea of playing this without a guide seems like a cursed no-sleep streaming challenge.

But anyway, this opens up an interesting idea to you as a designer. You are intentionally supposed to hop back and forth in time, to collect items, and unlock the true ending. So why not build all the romance route storylines around that time travel? And put items at the end of each of those romance arcs? Now you can date them all! In fact, you have to! There is a perfectly logical, in-universe reason for why you have 5 different romance arcs; they are happening in different timelines. You date girl one first, then skip back in time, and start on the next - the main character only barely remembers the time skips, to him he doesn't even feel like he is cheating. Pretty sure its intentionally written that way to make that plot conceit work.

I'm sure other games have done similar tricks, but I think YU-NO is the first - it is a pioneer in VN space for using the high-concept quantum timeline stuff, that is its claim to fame. Its a cute little trick, I like it a lot.

[sapphic-agent]

I read your analysis and anti bakugou posts and I want to say thank you!

Going to be kinda long so I’m sorry!

There is another fandom where there is character exactly like bakugou; angry, violent, egotistical and target his hate and aggression to one person only.

the character name is Jiāng cheng from the MDZS novel. But the narrative in the story doesn’t treat all the shit that jerk did as right, it the opposite. He seen as vile that nobody want to associate with (getting banned from all the match making places in the story even)

He never takes the spotlight of the two main nor he is redeemed characters instead seen as pathetic and arrogant jerk he is. The MC, Wei wuxian who was his adoptive brother (not really more like a servant that got treated like a dog) cut ties with him in the end.

He a well written and rounded character but the character personality is shit and I don’t really like him. And the narrative isn’t treating him any differently than being a piece of shit

Why I’m telling you this? Because I feel like if MHA have been written by someone who isn’t Hori bakugou would not have gotten away with the shit he did in the story.

beside the point of the way the narrative treat Jiang cheng, it’s the fandom. When I got into the MDZS fandom I was so disappointed to see bakugou stans 2.0 there but instead of bakugou it’s Jiang cheng.

Both bakugou and Jiang cheng get the same treatment in the fandom as “UWU needs to protect the angry violent person” and “it’s the MC fault our cute UWU baby didn’t do anything wrong” and lots of stuff that I bet you seen in the bnha fandom

It’s sad that even if the story shows that what Jiang cheng wasn’t right (unlike bakugou case where the story doesn’t make him have any consequences) people would outright be mean to other people just because they follow the canon prototype of the character in their fics (I seen it and it’s horrible)

And, in fics it’s seems that every time that Jiang cheng appears in the scene he makes everyone OOC (if the fic is sticking to canon personality). Makes them act like they won’t ever act; it’s the same thing with bakugou (in canon and fanon respectively sadly)

I love to call it the “black hole effect” when a certain character just make the scenes about them no matter the context, like a black hole.

Im sorry this is all over the place, im not really good with words and i used to be pretty active in both fandoms but now its really hard because bakugou and Jiang cheng stans are overall tiring to deal with and they seems to grow up in numbers everyday and yeah… 👍

Have a nice day and week!

Hi! I've never read it but it sounds interesting.

I always try to tell Bakugou stans, it's not the fact that Bakugou's an awful person. I don't care about that. Fictional characters aren't real and can be liked for whatever even if they're vile pieces of shit. It's okay to like a vile piece of shit.

What's not okay is creating that vile piece of shit and then brushing over and never calling out their horrible actions. What's not okay is everyone around them condoning their behavior. What's not okay is pandering to them over their victims. What's not okay is never making them face consequences for their actions. What's not okay is constantly putting them on a pedestal for doing the bare minimum.

Look at Vegeta (RIP Toriyama). Vegeta is always getting humbled and called out. He is never going to surpass Goku because never getting what he wants is part of his retribution. Considering his actions, he should be worse than Bakugou. But he's a way better character because of how the narrative and the other characters treat him.

(You can even compare specific instances. When Bakugou rushed ahead and attacked Kurogiri and got Thirteen seriously hurt, no one said a thing to him and he still won all his fights. He faced zero repercussions. When Vegeta let Cell absorb 18, he immediately got his ass kicked and had to get saved by Trunks and Krillin. Vegeta's actions always affect him terribly, Bakugou's actions always affect everyone else terribly while he gets off scott-free)

DBZ came out decades ago and it still created a better character arc than a 2010s-2020s manga. Horikoshi could have easily given Bakugou a proper redemption arc. He chose not to

[jealousdoll]

hhhhhhfuck. want to be in a group lobby with a bunch of boys playing all sorts of different co-op and they're all happily bantering over mic. when one of the more 'polite' boys asks why you're only typing and use so many cutesy emojis/emoticons as they're casually discussing the next game, you suddenly get shy. oh. it finally came up. all's been lighthearted, maybe even playfully flirty at most sometimes. they start to notice other nuances, such as the way you get "flustered" and are way more expressive than typical dudes who are chronically online. unless you're a total fruitcake, who unironically in chat says "petite and breedable? no- petite, breedable and kidnappable! ~ ଘ꒰⑅ ´ ˘ ` ⑅ ꒱♡" ... least to say it caught some of the boy's attention. just being put on the spot is almost enough to elicit a confession or reveal, but you kept your wits even if your brain is so damn fuzzy.

until they suddenly put two and two together with all the damning clues to realize: ...... you're a girl. a female.

not just a random from a public group's link getting found through some obscure tag online, but a girl that was from a group chat and had been concealing this info, and other now-desired details, for at least a few months. the tension over the collective call would be intoxicating. the emotional charge, the lowkey intimidation, the bated hesitation in replies, the private groups created just to have disgusting side chats, all occurring without her even knowing that every message has nothing but raunchy barely legal claims from each member after hearing the "news". no shame. boundaries? never heard of them. dick's hard, don't care.

something shifts and it gets... weird. one or two of the boys suddenly "have to go", but are just too embarrassed to admit they're so excited just as the concept there's been a girl in the group the entire time (what does she look and sound like? what is she into besides games? what does she look like when you pull her cute stupid hair and act like she's your little si-), while some suddenly got quiet or had a supposed 'mood shift'. just a simple piece of somehow-crucial knowledge caused a fat fucking stir and its apparently such a spectacle she suddenly worries they're talking separately without her.

she's late, but she's right.

eventually the one boy who ever introduced her to this hormonal gaggle of imps caves into his supposed "friend's" requests to see this mystery girls face. and he may or may not have gotten a a photo of her adorable tits months ago when she was drunk and lonely. god forbid you have a moment of weakness, huh? well, that weakness and vulnerability is what gets your no-longer friends (try fuckbuddies and new stalkers, honey) off. not that you'll ever know, dumbass.

he betrays your false sense of trust and security and before you know it, multiple dudes are posting cum tributes to the newly-created smutty general chat, sharing increasingly fucked up fantasies as time goes on. all while you flounder, almost alone with barely any context. but don't worry, your scumbag discord bestie is dick in sweaty hand as he halfassedly 'reassures' you how you're still safe, anonymous, good with him. yeah... good with him. for him. all of them would agree. he kind of likes how desperate and so damn stupid you are. makes you out to be like some ditzy little sister. fuck. he could get used to that. not like you have a choice. him and his friends own your pathetic clueless ass. they want nothing more than to see you drooling on their dicks like a thoughtless puppy, mind broken and muddled only for sex- only for them. don't hurt yourself thinking so hard, you won't have time to with them beating a path to your shithole apartment's door to violate you day after day anyways. some are already trying to find your other socials, any hint to where your sweet brainless fuckholes might live.

aren't you so lucky? what cool friends you have, sweetheart.

[robsterskellington]

Well, if you all insist. Here's a cute section for those skk shippers.

Necessary context: this is about a year or so after Vanitas came to Yokohama, so his memories have since returned. Certain other characters from VNC have since made an appearance and some caused issues that won't be spoiled here, but just for the context Naenia *has* hurt Chuuya and made a small impact on his appearance, while also harming him mentally and physically. So this is Dazai trying to comfort Chuuya:

"A puppy?" Vanitas tilted his head, surprised at those words coming from Dazai's mouth- it had been a quiet day at the Agency, so Dazai had asked to borrow Vanitas for what he'd called *personal reasons*. It turned out that Dazai wanted to show his love to Chuuya in a new way, and wanted him to feel better after the last incident they had.

"I'm terrified of dogs, but Chuuya loves them. I want him to be happy, and he put up with so much of my crap." Dazai chuckled, though he was visibly shaking and had grown deathly pale, "I thought maybe I wouldn't be as scared if we got a puppy and raised it so it wouldn't be a vicious monster like the dogs I know."

Vanitas understood that, being afraid of something and worried that it would affect his life if he didn’t get over it. Also he was more of a cat person, so were most of the Agency, as proven by how everyone liked Atsushi. Obviously it wasn't the only reason, but it was a big factor. Humming to himself, Vanitas asked, "Are you wanting to go to the pet store, or..?"

That had been something else Dazai had to think about. He slowly shook his head, "I want to adopt from a shelter. Chuuya would love that, plus even I think it's a good idea, rescuing rather than relying on a possibly sketchy breeder."

Now, Vanitas had come to respect Dazai: he was capable of being cruel and calculating, but he had a heart filled with warmth and kindness, and that wasn't something that anyone could or would ignore. Even when it came to something he hated, Dazai chose the option that was best morally and logically. Yokohama had a lot of strays, so rescue centres were an essential, thus it wasn't difficult to find one. Dazai was terrified, both of the dogs and the thought of this new commitment, but...

Naenia had nearly taken Chuuya from him. He couldn't lose him, not Chuuya. So now, he needed to make sure that he never lost him again, without being manipulative or controlling. Not that anything could truly control Chuuya, he was far too *Human*. Dazai had already fucked up so many times, and it was too much- Chuuya had been the one affected, it was time to fix what he could and ease any pain.

Time froze when a giant grey dog started snarling and barking when Dazai got a little too close to its cage, and he immediately fell on his ass, trying to scoot away while hyperventilating; this was far more than just a fear, this was straight up trauma.

*****

"Stand up and fight, Shūji!!"

Shūji Tsushima was about five years old at this point, standing in a makeshift boxing ring with a metal chain fence circling the entire thing. He and his father were the only people there, but in the cage with him were three dogs at least double Shūji's size. His father was training him to become stronger, he'd said. Shūji wasn't unarmed, he'd been provided a knife, and a gun.

But those snarling fangs had absolutely terrified him, he couldn't even attempt to turn his back and grab the weapons he'd dropped the moment the mutts came out. One had jumped towards him and bit his arm, causing the poor boy to scream and cry, "Father, please help me!!" This wasn't how he wanted to die.

"Pathetic excuse for a son." His father's words was the last voice he heard before he passed out, but the last sounds he heard? Three gunshots.

*****

"Dazai! You're okay, just hold onto me."

That was Vanitas' voice... but wasn't he..?

No. That's right. Shūji Tsushima wasn't here anymore, Osamu Dazai stood in his place, but still had all those same fears, memories and visions. Vanitas was rubbing Dazai's back, slowly guiding him from his panic attack. He did hear the sound of a dog, but no vicious barking, just a whine. Dazai steeled his nerves and looked over at the dog who'd barked, and... it was the one whining. Actually, it looked really sad, like it knew it did something bad.

After taking some calming breaths, Dazai sat up properly and Vanitas reached into his pocket, "I've got chocolate on me, that should help you." The Agency Members always carried some form of snack on them in case Ranpo asked them to tag along, and Vanitas usually carried chocolate, claiming that it was medically beneficial, whatever that meant. However, since Dazai felt better after having a piece, he wasn't inclined to call bullshit.

"...that dog looks sad." It was weak and childish sounding, but Dazai wanted to make sure he was still sort of functioning. Plus, he found himself a little curious.

Vanitas gave him that explanation: that dog was female and had been used for breeding most of her life. She was seven years old, and had only just been rescued, though not before her abusers got one last use out of her. Apparently the name she was given was Viola, and she was expecting another litter of puppies within the next few weeks. It sounded like the sort of sob story that would pull at Sigma's heartstrings.

Once he'd calmed down properly, Dazai decided that after coming this far, he wasn't about to give up now. Vanitas stayed close to him, as they looked around. Animals are more intelligent than some people would make them out to be, and not a single dog barked after Dazai's panic attack. It helped him feel a lot more at ease, and he was able to look at the dogs without breaking out in goosebumps.

Eventually, one large cage caught his attention: the inside was full of puppies that had a mix of tan, white and blueish coloured fur. The mother wasn't with them, and the puppies were clearly a few months old, so they weren't dependent on milk but still very small. Most of them were playing with toys or playfully fighting each other, but there was one who was just... in the corner on its own. It must have been the runt.

Dazai didn't know why, but he found himself kneeling down and while he flinched when he got that runt's attention, he also felt warm inside. Its eyes, one was blue and one was brown, just like Chuuya's! Even in the same positions. The white colour that separated the blue from the tan looked peculiar, it was almost like the shape of lightning bolts, all across its fur. The puppy's ears were tall, far too big for its body, and when it tilted its head at Dazai, its entire body tilted with it, until it fell on its side with a squeak.

"Easy there," Dazai chuckled, carefully reaching out to the cage, letting the puppy catch his scent. The puppy nuzzled his fingers and gave a small lick. Dazai's eyes widened and his thoughts stuttered, *Wait, is this how most people react with dogs? That was so adorable, and I don't think I can leave here without this one.*

"Oh, he never usually goes to people!" The woman who ran the shelter had walked up, having heard about the man fainting in her workplace, "He usually hides in the back away from people. Would you like me to get him out for you?"

Of course Dazai said yes. He was still afraid of dogs, and it would take him forever to recover, but this puppy brought out a reaction that wasn't true terror. She scooped up the puppy and put him on the floor- he scampered up to Dazai, sniffing around him and flopping onto the floor when his ears turned against him again. Dazai smirked again, before stroking his fur, absolutely amazed by how soft it was, he imagined that this was what a cloud would feel like if he could touch them. The puppy yawned and curled up close to him, which sold Dazai completely. After all, if this dog liked Dazai, he would love Chuuya.

However, he looked over at Viola's cage and frowned- all alone in the world and pregnant. Didn't seem fair. Fyodor, Nikolai and Sigma had apparently been talking about getting pets, and while they weren't all on speaking terms, Dazai did keep in touch with Sigma and dialled his number.

*Ring... Ring... click.*

"Dazai? Is everything okay?" Of course Sigma would immediately worry. After giving a brief synopsis of the situation, and the detailed version of Viola's story, Dazai grinned when he heard Sigma's voice become laced with emotion and tears, "Luckily I'm in town. And we did think about getting dogs, so one and some puppies on the way? I think that's that. I'll be right there!"

Dazai laughed when Sigma hung up, likely sprinting here. He told Vanitas, who laughed as well and gave the puppy who claimed Dazai a little stroke, "He's adorable. This one is yours and Chuuya's dog?"

After looking down, and seeing the puppy give him a tail wag, Dazai nodded. This was their dog.

***

"I cannot believe you actually did that." Sigma was walking a cheerful Viola down the street with Dazai, who held a box containing the new pup. He also bought another surprise, but he kept that in his coat pocket.

"Which part? Getting that slug and I a pet, or calling you about someone who clearly needs you?" He teased, but when Sigma had arrived and saw Viola, it was love at first sight. Naturally, Sigma had sent photos to his boyfriends, who practically begged/demanded that he come home with the pregnant dog.

"That you faced your fear so well. And that little one is going to be much happier with you." That made Dazai smile, and he appreciated that thought. "...you are prepared, right? For a dog?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I always plan ahead, I actually bought a bunch of dog stuff and hid them on the top of the shelves and my closet so that the shortie couldn't see them." Ah, how long had it been since he'd had a dig at Chuuya's height? It wasn't a lie, though. Dazai had gotten everything necessary and hid it all from Chuuya so that he wouldn't suspect a thing.

After thanking Vanitas and congratulating Sigma on the new family member, and future family members, he headed back to the apartment. Chuuya should be home by now, so he was thankful that the dog had fallen asleep. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if the gift started barking, would it?

Once he opened the door, he heard Chuuya's voice- he was obviously on the phone, and he sounded anxious, maybe a little annoyed? "...so there's no mistakes? Fuck. No- yes, I'm fine. Just... you're definitely sure? This isn't something that you can-... okay, fine." Chuuya took a breath then cleared his throat, "...thanks, *Doc Glasses*. Bye- *yes* I said thanks, fuck off." He hung up the phone, then saw Dazai and lit up with a smile.

Dazai seemed surprised. Ango and Chuuya definitely didn't like each other to say the least, so for them to have an actual discussion with minimal cursing seemed off. But that didn't matter at that moment in time, as Dazai put the box down and went to hug his partner.

Chuuya was still drained and exhausted after Naenia attacked him, the new white streak in his hair showing and nothing could hide it. Dazai just thought it made him look even more beautiful, which he didn't even realise was possible. After a kiss, they sat on the couch, and Dazai made it clear that Chuuya's business was his own, but Chuuya just scoffed a little, "It's... to do with Verlaine."

Oh. No wonder Chuuya had been pacing. They weren't stupid, they knew Verlaine had been alive all these years, and was their superior at one point. Dazai held his hand and squeezed gently, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not yet, but I will, I promise." Most members of the Port Mafia kept their promises, but the only two who truly kept them were Chuuya and Akutagawa. Sort of.

"Well, no rush. Anyway, I wanted to make you feel better, so I got you something." Dazai pulled out the small box from his coat and handed it over, an idiotic smile on his face.

"What have you done this time?" Chuuya would always be suspicious of any gift that Dazai brought him, since his presents used to be ridiculous in the past: toy slugs, a book about how to train dogs to be obedient, even a rubber knife to replace a real one he once stole then lost on a mission.

Dazai smirked, "Nothing~! It's just a gift to show my appreciation!" When Chuuya went to open it, Dazai quickly cleared his throat, "Ah, but you can't be mad at me."

Chuuya looked at Dazai with furrowed eyebrows, then at the seemingly inconspicuous box tied with a crimson ribbon, "There's not a bomb in here, is there? ...or a stink bug?"

Dazai shook his head, "No, just open it!" When Chuuya finally did, he tried to hide a smirk behind a glare, "What? It's perfect for my loyal dog!"

Inside was a pure black collar, with a tag in the shape of a bone. It didn't have anything engraved on it yet, but that wasn't really what Chuuya focused on, as he half-jokingly called Dazai every name under the sun. "Seriously, Osamu?! A collar?!"

Once he had his fun, Dazai turned serious. He couldn't hold it off any longer, after all. "Chuuya. I do have another gift for you, but I need you to trust me and close your eyes." He blushed when Chuuya *immediately* closed his eyes.

As if to carry on the joke, Dazai had slipped his finger through Chuuya's choker, tugging it slightly in order to pull Chuuya forward for a kiss. He acted as if he was going to completely remove the choker, only to leave it where it belonged and pulled away.

Taking another breath to steady himself, Dazai went to the box and opened it, seeing that the puppy had just started to wake up. His tail wagged at seeing Dazai, who scooped him up, and carried him over.

Swallowing his nerves, he weakly cleared his throat, "O-okay, you can open your eyes now!" Chuuya did, and he froze. Dazai was holding out the tiniest, most fluffy puppy out to him, "Surprise!"

The puppy let out a tiny yap, his tail wagging uncontrollably, and after seeing Dazai give him a look of *please for the love of God, take this puppy out of my hands*, he did, holding him close and letting him sniff, lick and nuzzle him. Dazai had looked really uncomfortable, though it was because he was scared that one wrong move could lead to him getting bitten or something, and yet Dazai was undeniably happy as well, his smile incredibly bright.

He started to cry, he couldn't help it. This was something he'd dreamed about since he learned about dogs, having a puppy of his own. "Is he ours?" He managed to say through his sobbing, which intensified as Dazai nodded. He nuzzled the puppy, who snuggled into him properly, yawning again. "Oh, 'samu. This is the best."

"I wanted to do better with my fear..." He sat with Chuuya and explained everything: the panic attack caused by a frightened Viola, how he was comforted by Vanitas and this puppy, and how they've both now got their forever homes. Chuuya leaned into him and kissed his cheek, making him smile warmly, "Glad to see Chibi thinks I made the right call."

"You really did." Chuuya stayed on the couch, and Dazai retrieved all of the dog supplies he'd hidden- food, toys, a bed, puppy mats, even some medicine in case he ever got sick. Dazai was prepared, and he wasn't letting his fear blind him to the fact that this was a living creature they were taking care of.

They let him roam and explore the apartment, watching him try to climb and run around like a maniac. Chuuya was silently thankful that the puppy didn't have the zoomies, otherwise Dazai would probably faint again. Now there was one last thing to discuss.

The one thing that the shelter didn't do was name the puppies, which naturally meant that the responsibility fell on Double Black. They both took note of the patterns on the puppies fur. Lightening bolts.

Bolt? Cute, but it didn't suit him. Thor? Too generic. Lightening? A bit too long. Zeus? ...actually.

"Zeus is a good name. He's got the lightening patterns, and he's got personality." Dazai couldn't argue with Chuuya's logic, especially since he looked at the puppy and found himself thinking that he *looked* like a Zeus, if that made any sense.

So that was the name they trained him to respond to. And Zeus was welcomed into their home, as a part of their little family. This was how far Chuuya and Dazai's relationship had come, and they loved it, just as much as they both grew to love their little Zeus.

*****

AN: *Psst.* This is what Chuuya looks like from this point, drawn by my cousin, HisDarkDisgrace on AO3:

[adasknife]

notes: so i feel like matpat explaining ada wong's character. but here's what I meant with my words because I don't want people to misinterpret my words over and over again. first of all: i personally headcanon ada is a woman who tries to get better, but she... can't really. she grew up (implied) in this world. she doesn't know how to properly care for people (that includes leon). just like Leon and the others: ada has trauma (headcanon) but given the context of the story. Ada doesn't change. Or changes properly for the better. anyways because she betrayed wesker... people forget that not everything is ABOUT leon. she is person who wants to save her own skin

if you don't agree. it's fine. don't attack me. this is a mix of og and remake with the given context of both stories. I like Ada as a character. I think she is fun. and this for me to understand her character for me. and for the others, it's unfortunate that I keep say this, but I am not treating leon as a baby. he has his only faults and this is just focused on ada as a character.

ada hates being a butterfly. a pathetic insect that flies around and declares itself with its beautiful wings. people just see them and want to oogle them, and for her... it's her body. ada is beautiful. it's all she hears from herself. her body, her face, her voice. people love to hear her speak, and they love to have their faces caressed by her. obviously, by the way she grew up in this cold world... it made her cold. she is a mercenary. her beauty saved her ass so many times. that's when wesker comes in and gives her a mission.

in that mission, she pretends to be a scientist, and during that time, she meets john clems (canon character). john was her first curious case in her life. he was in umbrella because he wanted to cure people. he was blissful, unaware of the world around them, and ada hated him. but he was the first one who actually cared about her. he trusted her smart head, her stubbornness. and... she fell in love with him. he was just a cute blond. john made her to his password and ada... ada took pictures with him. he was her maybe. but was he really? or was she using him. ada didn't know anymore.

when john was sent to the spencer mansion, ada didn't expect the rest of it to happen. john was her heart, and he died in a pathetic explosion. she didn't know the details, but she felt it had to do with STARS.

leon s. kennedy came into her life and she ruined his life. it wasn't on purpose. leon, like john, was blissfully unaware of the cruel world. but she wasn't. she knew the world. she made a mistake by kissing him because something snapped inside of him. he wasn't dumb. ada had underestimated him.

when she kissed him, she pulled close to him despite her running away from his touch.

that was probably the red flag.

"please?" ada asked him.

leon didn't answer like she wanted.

when leon discovered she was a mercenary, she immediately raised her gun without thinking twice. fuck no. this idiot. this dumb rookie won't win against her. she needed to calm down, she took a deep breath and lowered her gun. that's when annette shot her in the shoulder. how ironic, the bullet leon saved her from... came again. she fell and leon grabbed her. leon. the wonderful idiot still had kindness in him.

ada longed for that for herself. but kindness is a weakness. it's payments. if ada is saved by leon. she owes him, and he didn't stop it. it will be an endless line of payments.

now, six years passed. unaware of her, ada had cursed leon. leon is a broken man. not all caused by her, of course. they met for less than a day. not even a full night. but he doesn't trust people thanks to her. leon though sees ada as something. a bad reminder of the worst day of his life. he trusted her and after knowing her. he was blackmailed into working with the government. sure, it wasn't her fault. but he connected them together like a dumb child. it wasn't his fault. he is still suffering from his trauma.

ada on the other hand got to see her former co-worker. luis was different from john. luis was more aware of what umbrella did. however, he felt guilt of his actions. ada didn't understand it but supported his actions.

repaying for your sins. that's sounds harder said than done. and besides, luis was her only connection she had with her former life with john. it... meant something to her for some reason. then, when luis died. she wanted to honor him.

but new habits die fast. ada helped leon to save herself once again.

"have you changed ada? Or do you wanna use me again?" leon asked her. ada smiled. leon is a pile of people she had used, she just told him hours ago to leave ashley. ada doesn't want to be selfish but how else would she live? but... she forgets there is kindness in her. thats the flaw of ada wong.

she uses leon as her protection because of his survivors guilt. his guilt of letting people die, he protects ada yet they will never choose each other. would lovers always point a gun to each others faces? what had leon tried to learn about her? he didn't try. but it was fine. they owed it to each other.

when ada saw her clone. ada... ada felt sick. she felt like a damn pinned up butterfly in display. she will never be free.

[guillotinna]

neighbor simon x fem reader halloween pt. 2

Heres the Neighbor! simon halloween continuation literally 1 person asked for. heres pt.1 for context

yall know the drill: MDNI this is 18+ SMUT

Word count: 1500~

As he flexes the hands he placed on your hips, Simon thinks very carefully about his next move. He finally has you where he's wanted you for months. You fit into him so perfectly it's sick. God, he's pathetic. His cute neighbor gives him a few compliments, and he nearly loses it. You stare back at him intently, trying to decipher the myriad of emotions you see in his eyes. "We don't have to if you don't want to. I won't be upset, you know, " you whisper as you run your hands through his hair. He can't even believe you think he wouldn't want this. In fact, he's fighting for his life right now. "God, no. I mean, yes, I want this, but not just this." He coyly buries his face into your midsection, but you see the soft red that highlights the tip of his ears. Cute. "Simon. Look at me. " You gently move your hands from where they were clasped behind his neck to his cheeks, lifting his head to face you. You find tired eyes staring back at you. Eyes that tell you this same situation has happened before, and it didn't end well. "Simon, I mean it when I say I truly don't think you could get rid of me if you wanted to. It's hard to sleep when I don't hear you on the other side of that wall. It's hard for me to not bother you any chance I get. It's so god damn hard not to moan your name when I have random guys over. Fuck". Now it's your turn to hide. As you tuck your face into his neck, you continue. "So Many nights I think how you could have fucked me better. I think about what recipes I should make for you because I know you forget to eat. I think about what excuses I can make to get you to come over. All the time, it's just you. What have you done to me Simon Riley?".

When you feel his grip tighten around you even more, you decide you've waited enough. You grab his face again but this time, your meet in the middle. As you take each other in, tongues prodding at each other, you feel Simon shift under you. You begin kissing down his neck. "I reaallly" *Kiss* "don’t" *kiss* "want" *kiss* "this" *kiss* "to be a onetime thing". As your tongue trails down his throat, he can't help but swear out loud that he will do everything in his power for this to not be a one and done situation. "F- fuck. Love, please just-". That sign enough for you. As you rise slightly, you drag the tiny, joke of a skirt you were wearing up exposing tight lace panties. You huff a laugh as "Jesus fuck" leaves Simon's mouth. While you're still raised up, you start working on the button and zipper of his cargo pants. You bite your lip as you both stare down at his hard cock. It's already leaking, leaving a small stain on his boxers. Jesus fuck is right. You start to slowly stroke him over the fabric, eagerly taking in any and every groan that slips past his lips. Simon had already realized his crush on you was bad but with your hand on his dick and ass in his hands, he's coming to realize this may be worse than he thought.

"Please love. Need mo- more. Fuck". As you nip the space under his ear, you can't help but oblige. You finally slip your hand in his boxers, pumping him faster, kissing him harder and tightening the grip your free hand had on his nape. You both watch as his cock twitches, aching to cum. "Fuck already?" You wonder aloud. Shit. "Sorry, that sounded bad again. You're just so fucking hot, might actually die if we don't keep going" you explain. You relax a little when he lets out a small chuckle followed by a groan. "You and me both love" you place your lips on his hoping that might stop you from blurting our anymore out of pocket statements. That, and you just really want to kiss him. As your kiss gets deeper and Simon's pants get heavier, the hand you hand on his neck finds its way to his balls. "Ngn- holy shit" Simon exclaims and his heads tips back onto the couch. "Keep going. Please fuck" you keep pumping him until he comes with a groan that sends a wave of arousal through you. As Simon catches his breath, you bring your fingers to your mouth for a taste, moaning around them as you lick the cum off. "More?" "Yes. God yes. Please don’t stop" you stand up to remove the skirt as well as the constricting top you had on. Clad only in your bra and underwear you drag your hands under Simon's shirt to remove it. "Shit. You really were hiding stuff under those layers". He cheekily replies with a breathy "told you".

Once you get him down to your ideal state of undress, you settle yourself back on his lap. Grabbing his hand in yours, you guide him to the lace panties he swears he's seen in his dreams. Using his fingers, you move the fabric covering your hole to the side. Simon tries to keep his fingers there longer but you're past that, you need his cock. Now. You steady yourself on top of his lap while he makes his grip on your waist impossibly tighter. As you slip yourself onto him, you bite your lip, sighing. He grunts as he bottoms out.

Giving him barely anytime to adjust, you lift yourself up just to slam back down on his huge dick. "Fuck. Easy there love". "Can't. Need you so bad. Please Simon, I- nng need it". This might be the night he dies, he's sure of it. Death by pussy. Not a bad way to go if you ask him. As you grind yourself on him even faster, he moves his hands to your thighs. "Y/n, shit- if you don't slow down ah- I'm gonna- fuuckk" you ignore his halfhearted warning and continue riding him. God he's massive. Shit. You look down and let out a long moan once you realize you can see the bulge of his dick as he plunges in you. Curious as to what elicited that noise from your pretty lips, he follows your line of sight to the small bump in your stomach. "Fuck". Simon growls, grip returning to your hips as he starts thrusting up into you. "Ah- Jesus Christ. How did you manage to get deeper" you ask as you snake one of your hands over the bulge his cock makes. As you press down, you clench around him leading you to both let out loud moans. "Y/n. Y/n if you- shit, If you do that again I'll cum". God, he just had to fall for a fucking minx.

You push even harder on the bulge, soon moving one of Simon's hands to it as well. "God I can't believe how big you are. How fucking deep, you get. You're incredible" at this point, you don't even know what words are falling out of your mouth but as he twitches inside you and you feel that telltale heat build in your stomach, you know you won't be doing much talking in a minute. Feeling both of your approaching climaxes, Simon thrusts harder, grunting as you tighten around him even more. "Shit shit shit shit fuck ng-" he comes inside you hard with your release following shortly behind. You slump against his chest while you both catch your breaths.

After a few minutes of silence, he asks "were you right?". Confused, you ask if you were right about what. "Right about me being a better fuck than those pricks you've been with". Sensing his cheekiness, you reply with "I don't know you tell me, have you ever heard those sounds come from me when you listened with your ear against my wall". Simon feigns offense swearing he was a gentleman who would never...until you ask him how Many of your hookups, he's "accidently overheard" on purpose. He evades the question by kissing you deeply and helping you off his lap. He’s off the hook this time but you'll get the answer eventually. Even if you have to fuck it out of him. As you both begin to gather yourselves, the reality of the situation sets in.

Except you don't feel the sense of doom and anxiety you had honestly expected. Instead, you see the goofy smile painted on Simon's face, marks on his neck, and cum on his lap and revel in the man you finally get to call yours. As you go to the bathroom to clean up, Simon stays planted on the couch, grinning still. This was real. You really chose him. No one had done that before. He can't help but smile. Finally, he has you. In his arms, in his heart, in his mind, hell, even his bed. He doesn’t have to dream anymore, he truly has you and absolutely nothing could take you away from him. Fuck, he was in deep.

[teeth-farie]

Bad Habit

Aki/GN Reader

Notes: alcohol, smoking, general bad behavior, heavily implied sexual content, this has no plot other than wanting to put a cigarette out on him

☞. . . This was supposed to be a drabble. Drabbles are Not 1.1k words JSJJRKFMFCM

Your first kiss with Aki tasted like cigarettes and cheap beer. It made sense at the time, the location serving as your context. A shitty bar after a shitty mission where Aki slumped over the countertops, his fourth pint half drunk and still in his fist. You resorted to shoving him awake, his face flushed red and a hiccup forcing its way past his lips.

“You’ve had enough.”

“No.” He grunts, lifting the glass to his lips, his hands trembling far too much to actually take a sip. “S’not enough.”

You press your palm over the mouth of the pint and guide it back down to the table. Aki looks at you with some kind of annoyance. “Stop.” You command, watching the devil hunters pupils wander and settle back on you. He drags his tongue over his upper lip, collecting the old beer stains against his skin. He surges forward, his mouth colliding with yours, severely uncoordinated. Aki’s hands grab at your shirt with a new sense of desperation and his fervent kiss starts to seem like he’s just trying to eat your face.

His mouth tastes sour and unpleasant, nicotine plaqued to his teeth and tongue when he sloppily licks yours. You push him away, sputtering and wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. He only stares dazed at you again, a line of drool stuck to his chin.

“S’rry…” he slurs, shoulders slumped. “Take me home?” He says more like a beg, weakly reaching for your sleeve. You move your arm away. Aki whimpers, and hurls over his barstool seat, puking up the three and a half pints of shitty beer all over the bar floor.

You had no other choice than to take him home, slinging his arm over your shoulder and waddling your way to his apartment complex. Denji and Power were already asleep by the time you lugged Aki to his bedroom, pushing him onto his mattress. He’s out cold, snuggling his blushed nose against his pillow. You sigh. In a way, he’s cute. He’s pathetic like this, but cute. He mumbles a little bit in his sleep and you somewhat make out your own name.

You take off his shoes and cover him with his blanket, bending down to press a light kiss to his temple. He makes a happy sound, his lips curling into a small smile you’ve never seen before on his face.

The second time you kissed Aki had still tasted like cigarettes. A flavored kind this time. Like burnt cherry on your tongue. You pressed your thumb into his mouth alongside your tongue regardless, forcing his mouth open wide as you pulled his hair out of its ponytail.

“Your mouth is sour.” You say, tugging his hair by the root. Aki’s eyelids flutter. “Yeah.” He groans, fingers digging into your thighs.

He whimpers when you grab his tongue, pulling it from his mouth like a line of measuring tape. You walk your tongue around your mouth, and then spit into his. He shivers, hips bucking against yours as the sticky, bubbly, wad of saliva slides down his throat.

“It’s a bad habit, your smoking.” You slide your hands down the side of his face, down his neck and to his collar.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” He scowls at the chastising. He’s not a child, he can do as he damn well pleases. You make a face, but rip his shirt apart anyway. The buttons fly and he yelps, unpleased.

He lights another cigarette after you’ve fucked him open, the space between his legs satisfyingly sore. He leans against the headboard and flicks the lighter. You groan, smacking his chest. “What did I tell you?”

“You’re not my mother.”

“You certainly like to scream it. What was is? ‘Mommy! Mommy please!’” You mimic him, raising your voice into a seductive whine.

Aki’s face blooms red. “Shut up!”

“‘Oh, mommy! Mommy please let me cum-‘“ he slaps his hand over your mouth, his face a furious crimson. “Shut up!” He hisses, grimacing when you lick his palm, yanking his hand away.

You roll your eyes. “If devils don’t kill you, lung cancer will. Just smoke a blunt, it’s better for you.”

Aki rolls his eyes and puts the cigarette away. “Haha, point for me.” You grin.

“No, you just ruined the mood.”

“You’re so mean.”

The third time, you don’t kiss him.

It’s a job well done, a devil killed and a piece of gun devil flesh recovered. Aki takes the cigarette carton from his pocket and flicks it open.

“Wh- hey! Didn’t I tell you I didn’t like that?”

He lights it anyway, taking a long drag.

“You’re such a brat- give me that.” You stomp forward and snatch it from his mouth, tossing it to the ground. You see a type of longing in his eye, like he was tempted to pick it back up from off the ground. You follow his gaze, and spit on the discarded smoke.

“Do that again and I’ll put it out on you.”

You didn’t mean it entirely seriously, but when you turn your back to him you hear the rummaging again. Slowly, you rear your head to watch him pluck another cigarette from its hold in the carton, placing it between his lips, and lighting it.

He cocks his brow at you, tempting you, teasing you. He really was a brat.

And really, you have no other choice than to follow through, don’t you?

You grab the roll from his lips again, and instead of tossing it to the ground alongside the first, you grab his hand and press the burning embers to the back of his palm. Aki hisses, a full body shudder running through him, his face flushing a delightful red all the way up to his ears. “You like that, huh? You like being a brat?”

There’s an angry welt left in its place, seared into his skin. And the most interesting part of all, is that he’s allowed you to do this. You know Aki, you know that he could and would fight you back with no hesitation.

He looks at the mark on his hand, eyes lidded with a certain kind of desire. His pants are tight. His hand throbs.

“Are you going to be good now?”

“…yes.”

You take his hand again, gently this time, kissing the fresh wound. Aki whimpers quietly, a sound only you can hear.

“You’re getting nicotine patches after this.”

“This?” He asks.

“Well,” you drawl, smacking your hand against his obvious chub. “You can’t go in a store with this, can you?”

Aki lurches at the hit, the terrible memory of his first meeting with Denji replaying in his mind. He thinks though, he might like it if it was your foot.

You smile and give him a kiss on the lips, a small peck that shouldn’t even be considered a kiss. He finds himself yearning for more. “Be good and you’ll get a nice, thorough kiss. Come now.” You ruffle his tie and guide him by it.

He follows you almost dumbly. Maybe you can be his next bad habit.

[hyperfreaksating]

I'm thinking about reworking the redbomb lovestory in order to have a somehow coherent timeline, and let the original fanfiction living its live separately 🤔

Spitballing :

Buggy and Reddie actually met way before Reddie met the strawhats. Probably in a bar.

Drinking shenanigans & pathetic flirt, she tells him to fuck off and he fell in love

Their relationship go upward and downward like in the original fanfiction, same events but with a different context

In Logue Town arc kids are already like 10 years old

Strawhats meet Red in a bar and get along well with her a little after the Loguetown events. Nobody connect the dots. They don't click she's buggy's girl (not wife yet)

Their road cross often and they kinda become friends but everyone is too stupid to click

... Until the strawhats meet the kids for the first time

"your boys have.... Bright red noses.... And your girl have.... Blue hair" "Yeah just like their father's"

"their father.... Their father's......"

"FOR FUCK SAKE YOU'RE WITH BUGGY?!!!!"

Buggy getting badly scolded by his girl for bullying these cute little anarchist brats a few moments later

Still including a chapter where buggy screw up really hard and put the kids in dangerous situation. Reddie and the kids join the strawhat for a moment and make solid bonds.

Reunion and wedding officiated by Luffy like in the shitty webcomic back in time because it's too funny

Strawhats are still like cousins for Redbomb family

Timeline of the AU would be like: 5 years between Loguetown and Impel down/ Marineford, and a time skip of 3 years not two

[merakiui]

for your ask game, I thought id answer for 7! it was the rook fic, 11:11 - sugar dew sewn anew :)

I had actually held off on reading it for awhile because I wasn't entirely sure I was going to like the ending and, well, it definitely gave me mixed feelings. I remember my mouth was agape the first time I had read and finished it in its entirety 😭

I was so conflicted because part of me absolutely adored the ending and was satisfied with it, but was also left feeling a bit frustrated.

I loved the horror and suspense — or more so, the feeling that something is wrong and you know something is wrong but you don't know what and/or can't do anything to fix it — dread. that's the emotion I'm looking for. I loved every bit of the dreadful feelings the story created, and that only gradually increased the further I read, because the anticipation of having an idea of what was coming but not knowing exactly when- was killing me (and definitely killed mc)

so I did thoroughly enjoy the anticipation the setting of the story set up, and how it carried that feeling all the way up to the climax, once introduced

and despite what I may say in the next section or two, I truly did enjoy rooks character in this story. i greatly enjoyed his dialogue, and would even applaud him for his never ending ability to make someone feel unsettled! his love and adoration for the darling never fails to make me queasy. objectively, it is disturbing; a man so "in love" he kills the very person he dearly cherishes. but at the same time, a sick, twisted part of me genuinely enjoyed that his obsession went so far that it reached the state of death - like wow, get you a man who means it when he says he will love you in life and death!! overall, rooks character was a fun one to read and analyze throughout the story, especially once the creep-factor started increasing lol

but as I said earlier, despite how satisfied I was with this ending, a part of me couldn't fully accept it. and my feelings for not wholly accepting the ending is not at all a reflection of your writing, but rather a simple personal preference and opinion of mine!!

I do enjoy reading yandere stories where the darling dies; whether that be of natural, accidental, or self-inflicted causes, or even where the yandere does kill them, but then later regrets it (those are always so scrumptious, I love seeing yanderes become pathetic)!! and I also do enjoy reading yandere stories where the yandere gets their "happy" ending, but I only enjoy those stories for certain characters, as I believe some characters are simply not eligible to earn their happy ending 😒 and one of those characters are rook.

whether speaking of rook in his canon sense, or with a yandere twist, he is a terrifying and fear-inducing man. and because of the fact that no matter which way you speak of rook - even in the most cute, fluffiest context imaginable! - it doesn't take away that he is a canon hunter and therefore has a diverse skillset catered to catching and trapping prey. and when you are aware of that knowledge going into a yandere rook fic, then you already know that a happy ending, or successful escape for rooks darling is practically unimaginable; because rook would simply not let that happen. so knowing rook is more than likely to get HIS happy ending in yandere fics, it's unfortunate (to me at least). and I did not expect anything different when beginning my read of 11:11. I knew rook would be the victor here, but it doesn't make it hurt any less knowing darling will never get their own happy ending 😔

but what rook did in this story that takes it a step further is involving what I mentioned earlier, the 'darling dies' trope. to reiterate, I do enjoy these tropes, especially when there's angst or pain on the yanderes end, but once again, rook does not fall into that category. rather than rook experiencing any kind of turmoil over the death of his darling, he's happy and is even the one to have caused darlings death. so not only does his bob-cut ass get his happy ending, his happy ending also results in killing his darling. darling already had no chance of escaping from rook once he set his gaze on them, but for him to reaally seal that fate and kill them, too? aaah, it's frustrating!! and I think what frustrates me the most on this part is that, in the 'darling dies' stories that I read, when the darling kicks the bucket, its accompanied by intention, will, or even acceptance! the darlings are at least aware or have come to terms with their impending death. but the darling in 11:11 experienced none of those feelings nor did they even want to give up!! rook just took their life at a time they weren't ready for, and for his own selfish, happy ending. and finally, when the darling dies in those types of stories, I actually view it as a rather bittersweet thing. because it at least means they escaped their yandere/captor, despite them only being able to achieve that freedom through death. but unlike those stories, where darling is eventually given freedom from their yandere, 11:11's darling, even in death, is stuck with rook and he refuses to let them go. it's just so !!! it's honestly kind of heartbreaking; knowing all that darling went through. and even before their death, probably no comfort came to them as maybe a part of them suspected what rook would do with them after death. from the chase to climax, darling was unlucky and was never given an ounce of security - even when meeting death. and I think thats what really pulls it together for me when dealing with this ending. knowing that there were probably so many internal thoughts and emotions swirling inside of darling but were left unspoken as rook took their life AAAAA it brings me such anguish </3

all in all, I think what left me the most irritated was that everything was done for and by rook. every aspect of the story was created for him and him alone, there was never room for darling when his obsession with them extends so far, to the point hes willing to take their life for his own. it's truly amazing how selfish yet poetic he was in 11:11 😭

SO. to put it simply, yes, there was a fic of yours that left me emotional. not sappy-emotional, but conflicted-emotional. it was such a satisfying yet irritating ending all at once. it did leave me with a few questions as to where this leaves rook now. such as "would a situation like darling's occur again with another victim in the future?" or "is he really, truly, satisfied with the person he loved so much being nothing but a glamorized corpse now?" but honestly, I could probably answer the second question myself, I'm just avoiding it as the answer might further make me dislike his character in this story LMAO

I know I was pissed as hell talking about rook earlier, but 11:11 is most definitely my favorite characterization of him you've written so far. in fact, 11:11, despite me being hesitant to start, has definitely become one of my personal favorite works of yours and something that will probably never leave my mind.

the writing is truly mesmerizing, and the way you wrote rook was so beautifully-crafted. despite how much I disliked his character in this work, I also loved every second of him and his creepiness. also, although I havent mentioned setting much, it's truly one of the biggest elements that ties all of this together. the setting you made for the atmosphere, and especially the chase sequence, blends amazingly with the the flow and dialogue. it doesnt feel out of place in the slightest and actually evokes more intense emotions when paired with the writing. the departing imagery you left the reader with was particularly gorgeous and will never leave my mind!!

you truly outdid yourself with 11:11; as I read it months ago and it's still so fresh and vivid in my mind; that it elicited such emotions from me. I am so happy it won the poll that one day LMAOO or else we would've never gotten such a masterpiece </3

I know the timeloop au rook fic is far into your planner, but aaah, I have a feeling it will also ignite such emotions within me, so I am very excitedly looking forward to it!!

I apologize for the length of this ask! 😭 I hope everything makes sense and that my interpretation and opinions come across cleanly and clearly!! i was having trouble with properly wording and voicing my thoughts, so forgive me for any errors or repeated/not further elaborated ideas. I also hope my comparisons to other, general tropes/stories did not bother you! 11:11 was by far unique and an original piece, and it doesn't come close to anything I've ever read before! i just found it easier to use basic trope styles as a way to clearly articulate my thoughts, but I truly meant no harm when using them to refer to the plot of 11:11. so, if I had managed to offend you at all, I am sincerely sorry!

anyways, I reeeallly hope this ask actually sends and doesn't get eaten because I'd hate to rewrite this 😭 but i hope youre doing well!! :)

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Anon, oh my GOSH!!!!!! I am beyond flattered and so speechless to know that 11:11 gave you such emotional turmoil!!! I was hooked reading every word of your ask!! Please never apologize for the length of your message! I'm so grateful to receive it and read it. Just knowing that you enjoyed 11:11 and took the time to put your thoughts into writing has me so immensely honored. >o<

I couldn't help laughing at your referring to Rook as "his bob-cut ass" LOL. He really is the most frustrating type of yandere. >:( you've made so many great points with your analysis (and none of the comparisons to tropes offended me! Rather, I was happy to read about them! :D), and among them I think your comment on the situation makes darling and Rook's story even more difficult to stomach:

all in all, I think what left me the most irritated was that everything was done for and by rook. every aspect of the story was created for him and him alone, there was never room for darling when his obsession with them extends so far, to the point hes willing to take their life for his own. it's truly amazing how selfish yet poetic he was in 11:11 😭

You're absolutely right! The very first thing I thought of when writing the story was that everything was and is centered around Rook. The setting (while an eerie backdrop to place both him and Reader in) suits Rook's character more than it does the Reader's. The trophy room he sits in, framed by various animal heads, was intentionally written for him. Those descriptions of being prey or predator are for him because he's a hunter and this is his story. From beginning to end, the entire plot is tailored to fit Rook and his all-encompassing obsession. You're absolutely right when you say, "there was never room for darling when his obsession with them extends so far." He's horrifically selfish, and the mindset of "if I can't have you, no one can" is mostly applied to 11:11!Rook. Because he is greedy and he recognizes this, but then he finds beauty in the brutal, in the obsession, in the raw, animalistic fear the Reader feels when it dawns on them that he's going to kill them.

The reader was never going to get a happy ending. This was how I drafted the story, with this in mind. The moment the story opens, Reader is doomed. Their head was always destined to take the place of the headless mount. Of course the mount itself is already indicative of what's to come, a classic example of Chekhov’s gun that immediately foreshadows that, at some point, the headless mount will soon have its head. Infuriatingly enough, it's Rook who gets his happy ending, handed to him on a platter because he doesn't truly suffer in the fic. Sure, there is resistance from the Reader and they try to survive, but in the end it's Rook who wins with an ease so smooth you'd think he's done this before. And maybe he has. Maybe he's killed more than just birds and deer and mice. Who can say, really?

He's so creepy and so vexing in 11:11. There is not an ounce of remorse to his character here. It doesn't pain him that he's taking a life. Rather, he's excited. Giddy, even, because in his twisted perception he's not ending your life; he's refurbishing it. Giving new life to your death. Most often, when something horrible happens, we look for reasons. Why is this happening to me? Why did this happen? Why are you doing this? We ask all kinds of questions. Knowing that there is reason and logic behind tragedy can often help us make sense of it, especially if it's traumatic and sudden. And that's exactly what Reader attempts to do in the fic:

"What did I ever do to you to deserve this?" “Nothing, mon amour.” “N-Nothing?” “Absolutely nothing!” he reaffirms, rather conversationally, and the frustration-riddled tension in your body deflates all at once.

It's especially despairing because there is no sadness or regret. Rook loves human life, but then his actions here suggest it's below him in some way. That he loves it just enough to wax truthful poetry, but not enough to reconsider appreciating the beauty while Reader's alive and well. Most of all, it hurts because he has no valid reason for taking Reader's life other than for his own selfish desires. There is no revenge plot here. There is no death due to self-defense here. There is no death by accident here; it's all intentional. He's killing the Reader because it pleases him. Because he wants to. Because he can. The Reader has never done anything wrong to Rook. It's simply the fact that they exist that he's willing to go so far in his infatuation, and that's so heartbreaking. Reader just wants to live, but Rook will not let that happen because, once again, he is so annoyingly selfish.

And it's due to this selfishness that he's able to smile and hum so jovially come morning when he's putting the finishing touches on the newest trophy added to his collection.

Ramblings aside, I'm also happy Rook won in the poll! Originally, the idea was simply "an artist who struggles to love encounters [insert yandere here] and finds inspiration in their eyes." I was going to use this for Jade, in which the Reader could never quite paint him perfectly and would soon become so obsessed with portraying him accurately on a canvas, which would then allow Jade to twist their perception of him. Essentially, the endgame with Jade's version of this concept was that he'd keep you locked up in his home as a pet, promising to grant you freedom once you finally paint the emotions in his eyes properly. Until then, Reader would remain as his cat. Obviously this idea is not nearly as gruesome as Rook's. ^^;;; so I'm glad he was voted, otherwise 11:11 would have been a very different story.

And the time loop Rook fic... I'm almost positive it will incite a lot of feelings, one of which I hope is anger. >:) it's going to be a very wild plot. Many twists and turns!

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the dragon prince season 5 live thoughts:

the way Rayla constantly has the weight of the world and her parents and her personal relationship and then the world again on her shoulders is insane

Terry is bf goals, he really saw his girl having a meltdown and was like here are some nice textures. autism wins again

Callum really was like ‘my girl can commit any crime she wants :)’

that little bug elf person is so scary for no reason

loooove the dragon designs. like every time we see a dragon i’m fascinated

im so glad that in-universe people understand that Ezran is just a kid. like its heartbreaking but i’m glad it is discussed

side note but Corvus and Soren are def fucking and Corvus is not proud of it

i love how everyone is experiencing trauma and Rayla and Callum are in some second chance romance fluffy story

THEYRE SO CUTEEEE

VIREN mindscape

that scene between King Harrow and Viren genuinely has me hyperventilating

oh Harrow is that bird for sure for sure

oh to have a partner as dedicated to your success as Terry….

baby Soren is such a sweetie!!!!! im gonna cry

oh even more beautiful dragons

i totally forgot that Aarovos whispered something to the previous queen and now that intrigue is back

i feel like i gotta stop saying something every time Terry does/says something incredibly sweet because we’ll be here for so long

they keep reiterating how important family is to Viren and i mean it’s not a necessarily new characteristic but it’s more intense now. like the way morality doesn’t exist when it concerns them. before it was all for power and now its all for them and it doesn’t matter that Soren is on the ‘enemy’ side so it has me thinking that something is going to happen to one of his children that will. result in either Viren’s self sacrifice or his betrayal of Aarovos

Amaya and Janai are so so real

OMG baby Claudia!

Callum and Rayla’s frustration over being forbidden from going to Lux Area is hilarious, especially how Callum gave a freaking illustration shdjjdbdb

Aunt Amaya is a real one

oh i just knooow Karim’s storyline is going to be so so messy

also this made me think. like what the fuck do you even do after you get banished. like where do you go

Claudia and Viren sinking and saving each other is mirrored is just muah delicious

Soren running away terrified Viren but Claudia turning out just like him is scaring him even more

Claudia is my wet cat pathetic but also op character

some eye of sauron shit in Lux Aurea

the nerd elf is so cute and way too innocent for all this bullshit

Aunt Amaya is a real one pt. 2

omg. didn’t i say Karim’s story is going to be insane

i feel like Amaya’s monologue about love is going to be so heartbreaking in a few episodes

i’m usually a throwback montage hater but this one is so cute and sweet and it really highlights just how much they’ve grown and how far these two have come

Stella is a little kleptomaniac. sweetie.

Karim is constantly misunderstanding things because of his own biases. like how he thought the Janai wouldn’t fight because he came to the conclusion that the throne doesn’t matter to her because she didn’t lead like he wanted her to. and now he thinks that what Sol Regem needs is sight when what he actually needs is hope

the ‘i would do anything for you’ is sounding scary in the context of we just heard that that’s what started Viren’s descend into darkness

the library fight sequence is great, always fun to see their different fighting styles and how the cooperate

but it also gave me so much anxiety because Amaya is exactly the character that’s important and beloved enough that the writers might decide to make her infected so we all suffer

Dragon Queen to the rescue!!! oh how powerful dragons are…

why are u always leaving Bait behind :( he’s just a baby :(

NO I SPOKE TOO SOON!!! AMAYAAA

AND CORVUS TOO??????? agony and pain in Xadia

oh and i totally forgot about the Queen herself!!!!

oh Viren’s brain is doing a full reset

EZRAN YOU SWEETHEART <33333

i’m obsessed with Tina already. her design and her grumpy old woman attitude

oh Terry and Claudia you will always be famous to me

Akiyu and Lujanne would be besties

‘ when your mind is telling you to speak, instead you must listen’ LMAO

i know this Bloodhuntress is evil, they even say this out loud but… she’s kinda hot, yeah?

im really hoping that they find some way to cure the dragon queen. we don’t need to preteen kings

that boat set up is terrifying. and way too similar to Charon to be comfortable

bright hope cove…or scumport

this made me realise how much i just need at least a short story or something on Rayla years alone

this is such a fun setting. i have a soft spot for these types of towns in stories

i NEED the reaction pic someone already should have made of Ezran and Bait after Finnegran announced the ship’s price

omg pirate return!!

Claudia my girl who is worse <3

baby glow toads are 80% eye and 20% body lol

oh another return appearance!! i hope Nyx’ll bring some interpersonal drama

yeah, and she’s already pushing Callum’s buttons lol

damn, Soren is strong as hell, swimming in armour

oof i think she shouldn’t trust Miyana, wasn’t she Karim’s lover?

now that i see the Bloodhuntress in daylight, i have to say im not a fan of her colour scheme BUT powers are so cool visually, this whole fight sequence is amazing

Callum is just so powerful… i feel like we forget it sometimes but he is the first human mage to use any primal magic and the scale of the spells he’s using here is just insane

ITS A FUCKING HERMIT CRAB?????

oh god seeing Anaya in pain and despair is somehow worse than anyone else. and seeing her grief turn into anger muah chefs kiss

why is this y-7 show giving me anxiety. i literally started watching this to relax and think about interesting fantasy concepts what’s all this!!

oh shit this intro has Callum in it. shits about to hit the fan

i feel like that sea shanty has to have some deeper meaning. i hope it’s not that they’re going to drown our heroes

WHY IS THERE TORTURE IN HERE!!!!

don’t get me wrong i’m a tragedy enjoyer, i should know that by now but holy shit i just wasn’t emotionally prepared for all this

Soren, himbo of all time

Finnergrin is a great character to contrast our heroes actually and push them over

HES FREEZING HER BLOOD

oh Callum :( i love those moments where his anger boils over but i also love how they show how that scares him

Finnegrin is putting Rayla in mortal danger…i HOPE Callum goes feral

oh yeah this is some serious levelling up!!! Go Callum!!!

Soren, sweetheart :( he really saw this wood man get treated like trash, recognised it and at great personal cost helped him free himself :) using his daddy issues for the greater good

oh wow that greater good is apparently killing! slay

i feel like i gotta say something about Callum using dark magic to free himself but god that’s just plain heavy

oh Zubeia is still grieving and she’s just going on for her kid :(((

it’s day 30, damon what a way to up the already high stakes

Ezran was so sure that the prison being underwater would stump them but they figured it out so quick

my one thing is, this is open sea, if they’re even approximately at the same place, shouldn’t they have seen each other?

Aaravos really says every single sentence like it’s some dirty talk. like bro is saying something about borrowing consciousness or whatever with the same voice u usually hear say some shit like ‘oh you like that?’

finally Claudia and Callum and Ezran meeting! the way she truly believes that the ends justify the means and that all that dark magic hasn’t had its affect on her… wow

OUR CHILD? this whole monologue has me in hysterics

also because like…if he didn’t say anything, and was just like ‘kill this homunculus and your life will be restored’ Viren probably would have done it

i fear that ultimately, Viren will be too little too late for Claudia. because while he turned into who he is while an adult, Claudia was raised to be like this. so if he tries to change her, it’d be a betrayal to her

yeah, see Claudia is even more extreme than her father. because she has nothing else besides him, there is not status or prestige, or brother, or anyone else. it’s just her and him

fucking hell, i KNEW Miyana wasn’t to be trusted!

i think Karim will have a devastating win in s6, but it’ll be short lived, because like i said before he lacks critical thinking

what the hell is this mushroom mage and how soon can he help us retake Lux Aurea

what the fuck did he mean by ‘swallow’

Claudia is literally destroying herself in her quest. like we know that dark magic is detrimental to not only your physical but also your mental health, like we saw with Viren, and Claudia’s hair, but now literally her leg is gone. how far will she go?

side note: i think that because Viren reset, that’s why all his mentality and soul came back and that’s why his morals are so much stronger than we ever saw them?

OH THATS JUST A CRAZY INSANE CRUEL PLACE TO FINISH THE SEASON WOW

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ok im making you all look at this, this is my essay on all the scenes with Ichimatsu in them from takopa, my explanations of why he does them and what they mean UNDER THE FILTER that Mao exists and this takes place simultaneously during my fic

SO I deffo think that takopa takes place, like, on the day it was released, like the evening they have the party is friday july 21st 2023, SO that would mean it takes place between chapters 9/10 and 11, 9 and 10 being the 'ichi stands mao up' and 'mao is hungover' ones that take place mid july, so im thinking 9/10 probably take place around the 17/18th maybe.... SO at the time of the takopa, Ichi and Mao's relationship is that they are finally officially friends, they know about each others neet/hikikomori status, but arent,,, like super close ... its before the festival chapter, so if that makes any sense

the first and second images dont have anything to do with Mao, i just think it's cute that hes just basking in the sun like a kitty cat. the second one however, i think ichi stay home 1 bc hes a homebody but 2 bc he spent all his allowance and cant go see mao at the cafe

ok this is a big one, very loaded. see, his brothers outright ignoring him and not telling him whats going on? well that puts a downright bad and spiteful taste in his mouth, so he's already not going into it with the best attitude

and HERE!! RIGHT here is when ichimatsu decides to fall right back into his position in the family dynamic as the quiet one who follows along with the others, the one who takes the backseat approach to the dynamic. if his brothers are doing something, hes always just going to follow along to an extent to keep the status quo

ok so, ichi, like a cat, reserved to the idea of new ppl being in the house (nyaa and baby), as well as spiteful about the situation as a whole... he goes along with the brothers in the 'pining for totoko' thing because thats just... what they do, theyve been doing it since they were kids, so even if he were to realistically kinda back off from it, there would be questions, so hes just... hes just keeping in line, in his place... BUT HES NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT!

after the bit with the takoyaki turning and ichi finally having fun, he realizes he CAN let loose a little and try to have a good time, sooooo now hes gonna be a little shit and mess with his brothers' chances at getting with totoko bc he can

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT .... ok ... so ichi is there and visibly nervous... nyaa opens the conversation about cats, to which he relaxes... he relaxes yes cause cats, but also nyaa... pink hair... pink hair and cats to him is mao ... its a bit easier to talk to nyaa in the context that he's just kinda thinking about mao.... nod nod nod nod

OK ALL OF THIS IS SO GHREDFLSGFLGBSL OKAY listen... Ichimatsu isn't with mao, but he's pining so hard and hes constantly thinking of the ways that he can incrimentally make homself better so he can be a guy they might be into... so he also, for some reason, thinks mao has experience/isnt a virgin, SO he thinks that he needs to step it up. If he were to get the chance to get an indirect kiss/finally pop his cherry, well, in his eyes he thinks he might be a better guy for mao, he won't be utterly pathetic. IN ADDITION, he picks nyaa because, lets face it, were he to actually gotten the opportunity to sleep with her, he'd be thinking of mao the whole time cause pink and cats... probably say their name too if im being toooootttallly honest... so yeah... he would want to do this to be able to not be such a loser for mao... even if he kinda does have that desire to have them be his first... but his desire to be more desirable to them outweighs his personal wishes if that makes sense....

anyway thats it, thats my post, maoichi real bc i said so

[miniimapp]

jealousy hcs for 4town⭐️?

pls and thank uu

Gen ;; Kinda-Angst-if-You-Squint-Hard-Enough+ Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; Jealousy (it's insanely mild lmao)

Proofread + Edited ;; falalala

Auth. Note ;; Only took me like 12 decades to finish this.. my bad.

As I said in my A-Z headcanons for each member I don't think they get jealous easily as they trust their partner but emotions happen sometimes yk

For each of these the context is they just came back from a world tour without you and want to spend time catching up,, hcs will differ from here

Enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - Koala Mode Activated

Ordinarily T doesn't feel jealous

His biggest competitor for your attention would probably be the internet, or cute animals, or cute animals on the internet, so he's never felt that threatened

Every now and again though ??

Something just makes his hair stand on end

T doesn't like feeling jealous in any capacity

So how does he deal with it ??

By literally smothering himself in your love

No actually though

You though he was clingy before ??

Mans is a whole ass koala from here on out

You are the tree

This is your life now

Welcome and get used to it

T had only recently gotten back from the band's biggest tour yet

Amazing experience, 10/10 he assures you, but what he really wants now is to relax with you until you both become a part of the furniture

It's a little bit hard to do that when you're at a friends house and he's at home

T's happy that you're having a good time but not now when you're supposed to be relaxing in your pajamas, watching shitty horror movies with him

Does he feel like a bit of an asshole ?? Yeah.. but he misses you..

And well,, he'd hoped you'd missed him too..

So when you text him asking him to come pick you up ?? Mans is breaking that speed limit like its a god damn challenge

Ain't no such worry as tickets when hugs are on the line,, yknow ??

The moment, and I meant the moment, T sees you ??

Octopus

Immediately

You know those mukbang videos with the live squid (poor babies TT^TT) ??

They're actually doing and impression of T,, not the other way around

The more you know..

So whether its slight, harmless jealously or T's genuinely upset ??

Octopus

Ain't no way anyone can even try it on you if T's wrapped around you like a second skin..

Jesse - Height Has Its Advantages

Look man,, Jesse's tall as shit there ain't no way he doesn't use that fully to his advantage

Like,, you're just living life, getting flirted with like the mega chad you are or whateva

Suddenly there's this huge shadow over your shoulder and your conversation partner has suddenly decided to take up running..

Weird..

If you look over to Jesse he'll start with the innocent whistling act whilst refusing to look at you

Look man,, when you have legs long enough that people confuse them for stilts why tf wouldn't you use them for intimidation purposes ??

I mean,, it's just friendly flirting

At least to you it is,, and Jesse knows that

Hey,, he partakes in a fair bit of it himself so that not the issue

No,, it's the other person taking it seriously

And Jesse isn't about to scrap some rando behind some building

But he will become the very essence of the standing man emoji

That's his only line of defence

Kinda pathetic ngl because if the subject of intimidation is ready to throw hands.. well.. Jesse's fucked

But most of the time, if not all, the height scares those serious flirters away

Mans is literally giving spooky stilts lmaoo

Like spooky spoon but spooky stilts.. don't think anyone will get that but I think it's funny lmao

Anyways but like he'll literally watch you watch the flirter run away with their tail between their legs and then just give the silliest "Are you feeling wooed ??" type look

Dumbass

Aaron Z - It's Home Time

Z's a simple man

He's also a tired,, he just got back from a tour..

There's just literally no need to play mental gymnastics

The quickest way to get from point A to point B is a straight ass line so why tf would he go in a circle,, ya feel ??

Talking around things is tiring and ends in arguments that lead nowhere

What's the point,, yknow ??

If Z's not feeling it,, he's gonna tell you

You guys are out on a low-key date type thing

And since Z feels too jetlagged to function, you've organised it just to his tastes

A small tea shop where you two can just talk and relax

It's literally perfect

If only the waiter would stop staring you down like a carnival prize they really want to win

Yeah,, Z isn't a fan of that look

He especially isn't a fan of when the waiter takes it upon himself to hand you their number alongside your drink

Mans has seen good customer service..

This shit ain't it..

So Z taps the table to get your attentions and simply asks to leave

Simple

Once you agree,, Z goes up to pay and you both skedaddle on out of there

But not before Z sneaks in a small, teeny tiny complaint about the work ethic of some the staff

After all, he'd never want such a fine establishment to gain a reputation

It's all for the good of the company

And if Z sticks his tongue at them as you both leave, well there's certainly no evidence

Robaire - Smiling on the Outside, Plotting a Murder On the Inside

The definition of unsubtle, yknow ??

Like,, Robaire will just flirt with you until the cause of his jealousy just disappears

Pet names,, light touches,, complete eye contact with you to the point of ignoring everyone and everything else

That's the strategy

And if that ain't working ??

Prepare to be wooed,, he's coming in hot,, okay ??

You thought he was flirting before ?? Man is flirting aggressively now lmao

No,, literally prepare yourself, you're not ready

Robaire isn't playing games,, he will proceed to make out with you right here, right now if that is what it comes to

Ro just wanted some down time with you after touring for however long

And he refuses to let your unbearably clingy friend ruin your time together

He will, however, ruin their time with you

Hey man,, he's the partner,, he has right of way lmao

Ro's simply not vibing with the way your friend is clutching onto your arm

Almost as if they've been away on a world tour for lord knows how many months

Huh...

Funny that..

So I mean,, if you don't mind getting attacked with affection Ro's definitely your guy lmao

Mans thinks he's slick too..

Comes over and just aggressively flirts with you, all the while he's sending death glares at his nemesis

Please be advised that Ro is currently going through Google maps in his mind to figure out the perfect place to hide the body

He's so silly goofy like that

Tae Young - Aggressively Passive

Tae is the type of make fun of stereotypically jealous people and mock them then immediately get all sulky the moment their partner interacts with someone else

It's a glorious thing to witness every single time

Truly

Literally Tae will laugh at some dude trying to intimidate other guys but will turn the puppy eyes on you as soon as your attention is elsewhere

And to the stealer of your attention ??

Only the pettiest of exchanges are deserved

Tae will go out of his way to make them uncomfortable around him

He will put on the sweetest, most upbeat persona and proceed to shit on and backhand compliment this poor person with the biggest smile on his face

You'd feel bad if it wasn't kinda funny to witness lmao

And it is !!

It's really funny to just watch people get overwhelmed with the mixed signals that are Tae

Yknow ??

Like,, the sweet persona is so good that people believe that he's being super nice until they actually listen to the words falling from his lips

AND THIS CAN TAKE SO LONG

People have had full ass conversations, finished them and only realised laying in bed at home that Tae was fucking with them

IT'S SO GOOD

Definitely feels super proud of himself after every encounter

Like,, fuck yeah he just showed them who's boss

He did not, in fact, show them who's boss - they think he's the sweetest thing since apple strudel

Oh well, at least they're not stealing you away anymore 🤷‍♀️

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3