#my aim is shit but he makes me want to TRY cuz i LOVE HIM

[vacantgodling]

i'm just obsessed with himb

[hlvstia]

— i’ll always find a way to see you, again.

pair : chishiya x fem!reader

summary : you find yourself in a shit position— which is… almost meeting death.

warnings : mentions of pills & self harm— & one mention of nigari.

spoilers : please do not continue reading if you haven’t finished alice in ( the ) boarderland s2 yet! ( under rewriting cuz tumblr deleted half my stuff… )

line divider by : 🫀 !

it was not only that, but you knew you had to win this game— for a fighting chance at love, and for a chance to have friends that meant a lot to you.

mira kano had only one goal, which was to make you forfeit the game— so you couldn’t find the truth, and never return to your world. and you had to admit, she had the skill to make you feel like you never existed; perhaps it was a perk of her being a physicalist. she knew the way around the human body, aka the mind.

no matter how hard you wanted to focus on croquet, she had questions after questions— that targeted towards you and your brother.

“karube left me…” your eyes watered, looking down to see your hands already fidgeting with themselves.

“and how does that make you feel, [y/n]? how did you feel when your big brother left you? to fend for yourself?” mira always had this comforting voice, which compelled you even more to reply to her nonsense.

it wasn’t like he actually left you… one day, you two were playing a game until he had gone his separate way due to the king of spades massive shoot-out. and so, you never saw him again— but he still wanted to protect you, right?

you kept quiet, feeling your eyes water as she slided the pills towards you, following up with a cup of water. “this’ll make you feel better… why don’t you take this and then answer me?” she kept on persisting on you and arisu to take the pills, but usagi didn’t like the idea of that. she knew what mira was trying to do; make you two forfeit so you could lose the game. “you guys, snap out of it! she’s trying to trick you both into forfeiting! please!” usagi yelled, shaking the two of you.

“no— i… it’s true though. maybe he doesn’t actually care about me.. the pills will make me feel better, right?” your eyes darted towards the pills, your hands reaching for them but an abrupt slapped them away from your touch. “[y/n], you can’t! please— come back to me. look at me and tell me that you’re here… with us, with me!”

usagi grabbed your hands, looking up to you— “[y/n]…” she whispered into a crying sob, looking over at arisu who was currently on the floor. “i know you want to escape, [y/n]… just say you quit and you can be free. you may not even be real…” the queen of hearts surely had a way with her words, to the point where it was truely believable to the human mind.

snapping back to reality, you saw usagi holding a piece of glass, placing it near her wrist. “usagi—” your sentence was cut off by her swift movement cutting her wrist to prove that this was real. “usagi!” you yelled, catching her into your arms as you softly placed her on the ground, your lap as a pillow for her head. “just win this for me and arisu… i want the chance to shop at the mall with you, do our taxes together, and maybe when do mountain climbing…” as each second grew, her voice declined more into a little rasp. this is when you knew you had to win, for them.

“i still want to play, mira! i want to do the last round!” within a heartbeat, you stood up holding the croquet stick. “as you wish,” her lips quivered into a small smile, holding hers straight.

positioning yourself, you aimed your stick towards one of the ball so it could enter through the little hoops, and to your success it did. and as said, the game would go on for about 3 hours— which meant… you made it towards the end. you finally beat the final face game. the queen of hearts.

even so, listening to her goodbye speech made you realize something… life was too short, and it was sure risk taking. in addition to that, there were two choices— to either decline or accept staying in the current world you were in.

as caption obvious, you all said decline. you wanted to go to your world that you could see all your friends, but possibly, not see your current ones that you trusted as of now. it was apart of the choice though, to take that chance.

you rushed down the building, sprinting your way towards chishiya, ignoring nigari ( BOOO, 🍅 ). “hey, you actually did it.” his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes squinting at the bright light. “please shut up and just fucking decline the offer, shuntaro.” you held onto his hand, still looking over at his wound. he let out a little chuckle, tightening the grip onto your hold. “i decline,”

chishiya pulled you closer, letting you lean on his chest with ease. but everything felt weird as the fireworks went off, and it ended off with you dozing off and ending up in a new place. your world, that you all knew.

“[y/n], come!” your friends called you over, waving at this outside cafe area. “coming!” you yelled back, jogging over to see their smiles. “so, did you hear? kai’s university was struck down by a meteor… and thank god he’s still beside us!” one of them spoke, but it seemed like another thing was catching their attention.

“you mean that one…?”

and that’s a wrap! like for part 2 :) cuz’ this definitely took a long time and now i have courage to write for aib! remember to request a specific asks if you have one— for a quick reminder, i do write for marvel, aib, and some anime’s.

bruh i gave up cuz tumblr DELETED HALF MY PARAFRAPHS 😭 this is all y’all get IM SO SORRY

[ca-suffit]

my inbox got *so* quiet the last couple days but then I noticed something interesting.

almost everything was about sam or lestat again

then look at how virginia is posting now

and this

this side has always needed to pretend this is about something else so they don't have to talk about fandom racism. some of the asks I got might have been real but the timing of this feels sus. trying to get me to talk shit about sam but when I didn't post anything for days u decided to get the gossip rolling urself? that's what this is lol. faked outrage to stir the pot. u have to subtly aim at black fans again and also go deeper into ur weird parasocial sam reid feelings so u feel important and loved. wtf.

didn't u all send sam a fan art book and other stuff ur always being loud about cuz he mentioned having it in interviews a few times? don't u visit him on sets and tell him u luv him all the time (I've seen the posts lol). he's fucking with u so u will watch the show more and react just like this lol idiots.

the last fangs psa post also tried to pretend it was about this

the craziest thing about this tho is that after she was done aiming at the black and brown fans, she posts a big part about this white guy *with a lestat icon* but.............now it's about race??

isn't it weird how they can't keep to one story lol. it's all about hating lestat except for when u can't use that against a white lestat fan u wish would stfu so u pull the "I'm black" card instead and then reveal u have no friends lol.

this has never been about lestat or sam. it's an excuse because they don't have the range to speak about why lestat being judged for his ignorant white shit feels uncomfortable to them (especially if they want to fuck him, cuz I'm p sure fangs does). they get off power tripping on telling white fans it's okay to do racist shit if u hate the "right" ppl. her and keybearer are the first to do dumb shit to alienate themselves but blame everyone else for it. then cry to white fandom for hugs because they know how easy it is to get white ppl to feel good about shit if u stroke the fires of antiblackness in them. nobody is kicking u out of spaces unless ur doing some fuckshit but white ppl only hear "I'm black and ppl are being mean to me :(" and then rush to do the most racist shit ever because u just gave them a "good" excuse to do it. if a lot of black ppl are defending a white person who talks about antiblackness and ur the only black person saying that's wrong? u are the one who is the problem! especially because fangs and keybearer are both *not* american and nearly everyone from "this subset" is......and that is also the show's focus, that is louis' struggle! not to mention how fangs got upset about *this* in the cap but then had no issue pulling out talk of the fucking palestine genocide on a black american fan, to say that black americans don't suffer oppression. is this the real reason nobody likes ur bitch ass, mayhaps?

them being unable to let anyone know peace because of their own bad feelings is the most annoying thing. the show hits u over the head with the "memory is a monster" thing. we *know* we're gonna be seeing different versions of ppl and events and that's alot of what makes it interesting and fun. it's insane u keep pretending we're ignorant to this, as if u *also* haven't been crying for years now about "wait until lestat tells his side!!!!" we have fucking heard ur annoying asses jfc. WE KNOW.

but u have these ppl who can't hear a word against their fav without pulling out the books and showing u some sad lestat passage to change ur mind. girl shut up idc?? can't u let ppl like things as they come gd. what's the harm in enjoying the journey. u assholes are always saying ur so smart but then u have tantrums that the show isn't on book 12 already and ppl don't luv lestat enough yet. who tf cares? he's literally all the tags are whenever a 2 second clip shows up in any S2 thing rn, what are u even complaining about.

fucking crazy that this is louis' story but the focus is always on why isn't lestat getting more attention, why do ppl hate lestat, why is everyone mean to lestat. nobody frames it like that because then u'd v easily understand how stupid and racist this shit rly is. when u speak up in defense about any black character they literally accuse u of being the woke mob but ok lol. "did u listen to what jacob *a black man* said about the character being a crazy liar, sweetie??" (example 1, example 2) this shit is so obvious.

[starryjeekies]

Hi sweetie. May I request OT8 kinks for stray kids? Ty💙

a/n: hi. oops. i've been gone for quite some time. long story short I didn't have access to my medication for about 2 months and it didn't help my mental state at all. now I am back on them and will be starting off small with writing some blurbs and trying to finish my asks that I can actually create ideas for. this one is one that'll be easier for me to complete as I come back into the writing scene!

Bang Chan:

Cockwarming {receiving}

Orgasm Control {giving}

Praise {giving/receiving}

Chan was so easy to pick out some kinks for. I don't doubt this man loves cockwarming but in an "innocent" way. Like most people don't get it until you do it, but sometimes feeling full with your lover's dick inside you is comforting as hell and he would definitely offer it up for the first time before you start asking for it. The orgasm control would definitely come as a way for you to get the most pleasure out of your intimacy, him whispering, "Not yet, you can hold out a little longer, yeah?" and MAN would he dote on you while drilling you. He also loves it when you tell him how good he's making you feel, it'll probably make him fuck you harder if anything. STROKE HIS EGO CUZ HE WON'T!

Lee Know:

Thigh Riding {receiving}

Cuckolding

Edging {giving}

hhhhhhhhhh okay i have so many issues cuz it was hard to just narrow down three for him. This m a n has the prettiest thighs ever, he's got a lot of muscle. I don't doubt he would make you ride his thigh before you can ride his cock. And the cuckolding is definitely influenced by my Double Trouble fic, like he'd be so smug watching you get fucked by someone else, relishing in the new view he gets to see. Wouldn't be too often as it's gotta be someone you're both comfortable with but once you've found someone, phew. And Lino is a little shit so he would definitely edge you until you are sobbing with the whole purpose is to fuck you dumb.

Changbin:

Impact Play {giving}

Breath Play {giving}

Manhandling {giving}

This man is a dom. I take no criticism. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves to spank you, in the bedroom and outside. Outside the bedroom would be flirty, but inside the bedroom he aims to make marks. He also definitely has a kink with his strength/power so hence why breath play is on there. Obvi it would be with your consent and he wouldn't aim to hurt you by any means with it, just wanting control. And the manhandling i MEAN he would throw you over his shoulder, fuck you against a wall, bend you like a pretzel simply because he can and he wants to show you he can. He's gonna talk to you super sweetly while he handles you like a ragdoll.

Hyunjin:

Shibari/Bondage {giving/receiving}

Blindfolds {giving/receiving}

Exhibitionism

See I get like. super switch vibes from him. but still sub leaning so this was kinda hard. Shibari/Bondage is a no brainer though because if you're tied up, he would love to sketch you. In fact he would probably have a sketch book dedicated to the different patterns. If he's tied up then he would definitely be the perfect pillow prince. Blindfolds would be fun either way because of the anticipation; the thrill of not knowing what the other could do with a feather, a flogger, fingers, u g h. And I don't doubt that this man is secretly into showing off for others. If he moans too loudly in the dorms or someone sees you two sneak away in the company building, he likes to be risky and wouldn't honestly mind if he did get caught since he's already in the mood.

Han:

Corruption {receiving}

Breeding/Creampie {giving}

Roleplay {giving/receiving}

Here is where things started to get harder (haha puns). So I don't think Han is 100% sub by any means. Just inexperienced. If you take the ropes to show him the world of kinks and bdsm and sex, I think he would let you take the reigns. He would be down to try many things, even if he would be shy, but I guarantee 6 months down the line he will be just as kinky as you are. One of his favorite things he discovers is a breeding kink. The one thing he loves to mark you with is his cum. He's messy and will drool watching it pour out of your holes. Also to have a little fun would be roleplay! I think it would take him a minute to be serious and into the role but as we see in the SKZ shenanigans, he's a born actor.

Felix:

Cock Ring

Auralism {giving/receiving}

Toys {giving/receiving}

Tiny Felix. He looks so precious and cute and you just wanna pinch his freckled cheeks. I don't think he's not kinky, his are just a little more muted. For example, having the cock ring on for you when you ask him to so you can have a beautiful dick to ride or will put it on right before date night so he can dick you down into pleasure. He also probably has a think for your voice. Your moans, your praises, gasps, he will drink up everything. You can expect him to have really pretty moans and grunts too, deep grunts when he's dom and sweet moans when he's sub. Also, I expect him to have a plethora of toys to your disposal to use for yourself and him. Once a month, you two go shopping for a new on to try out on the next date night.

Seungmin:

Dacryphilia

Temperature Play {giving}

Humiliation {giving}

He's a huge brat. Huge tease. He is ready to push every and all buttons that you have. If you got 3 rounds and you're oversensitive, squirming, getting fucked dumb, and you start to cry from it being so good? You get that's going to drive him over the edge to his first orgasm of the night cuz this boy has wicked stamina. I think he would be a little bit more vanilla BUT one thing he likes to use is either wax or an ice cube. Dripping hot wax on your chest, seeing how it rises and falls with the heat, or the way you shiver when he drags an ice cube down your tummy. Oh and don't even get me started on the humiliation part of it. He's a tease, we know this. However I don't think the humiliation comes in until you're being close to fucked dumb, swallowing his cock, legs shaking from the orgasms you've had, he'll hit you with a "pretty little whore" and it's all over.

I.N:

Somnophilia {giving/receiving}

Pet Play {receiving}

Voyerism

Consent. Is. Key. So Jeongin would definitely ask for your permission to fuck you slowly and deeply while you slept. He would love to see your peaceful face twist up in pleasure, your dreams turning naughty. And he would encourage you to do the same, to use his cock for your own pleasure while he's sound asleep. The pet play, though, is something he saw on the internet once, suggested you try it, and he immediately fell for it. Seeing you with the cute ear and collar sets that he'll buy you every couple of months to see a new color on you, you being a good little baby and listening to him like a good pet should, makes him weak in the knees. Especially while you're in your pet gear, he loves to watch you. He wants you to play with yourself just for him and his eyes only. He doesn't like to share what's his (affectionately of course).

[the1975attheirverybest]

as someone who as had a gun pulled on me and aimed at me (I was almost shot) How do you think Matty would react to something similar happening to reader? you can make it whatever scenario you like i would just like to know if protective matty would kick in? your thoughts?

Oh my gosh, baby, I’m so so sorry that this happened to you!!!! I’m glad you weren’t shot, obviously, but are you okay??

It actually happened to a friend of mine when I was in college, she was robbed at gunpoint, and it was pretty traumatic. I made her sleep over at my place for a week cuz she was terrified to be alone (and understandably so!)

I’d imagine he would do something similar. Like, in the immediate aftermath, he would have no time to think or feel things, he’d just spring into action. Be by her side. Help her go to the police, if she wanted to. Go on her behalf if she didn’t feel emotionally stable. Help her fill out the paperwork that they ask you for. Like, with my friend, she had to give them a list of the things that were stolen as well as give a statement, so he’d hold her hand while she did that, and help her remember stuff around the house, if she was too scared to think straight. He would take her back to his place, of course, cuz he’s NOT letting her out of his fuckin sight.

If she wanted to talk about it and vent and try to make sense of it, he would of course listen. If she didn’t feel ready to, then he would try to comfort her. Cuddles and kisses and warm blankets and anything she wanted to do to distract herself. If she just wanted to talk about other thing, or watch a movie, or be around people, whatever it is that she needs, he would make it happen instantly no matter what. He wouldn’t sleep that night. He’d wrap his arms around her and make sure she felt safe and protected, but he would just stay up all night watching her sleep and wondering what the fuck he could’ve done to protect her.

The next morning, as soon as business hours begin, he is OUT to find the best at-home-security cameras there is. And me of those that will trigger and alarm and automatically call the police / let the company know there’s trouble. He wouldn’t let her step foot back at her home before he’s had this shit paid for and installed. He puts his phone number down as additional emergency contact info. He will NOT let anything like this happen to her ever again.

Once everything’s taken care of, and he’s certain she’s safe and okay and surrounded by people where she won’t be hurt. He goes to talk to the boys about it, and that’s when he breaks down and finally cries cuz WHAT IF SHE HAD DIED?!’ What if something had gone wrong?? One wrong move and the gunman would’ve fuckin killed her and Matty would have lost the love of his life for ever and he doesn’t think he could ever breathe without her in his life, let alone on this planet. The boys would have to help him calm the fuck down and pull it together before he can call her (a thousand times) to check in on her over the next week or so.

[kissporsche]

Sending from my main cuz tumblr is being rude about me sideblog still but THOUGHTSSSS

Thinking of how Macau was going with Vegas to the temple and how he was most likely just being a supportive sibling indulging his brother in his new interest. Even if he suspected the interest was only part of a scheme, although he couldn't tell exactly what the scheme was. Maybe he planned to sleep through the sermon anyway. Or maybe he thought he'd be making merits with Vegas so at least the two of them had each other in the next life when they were finally outside of the mafia bullshit. Did it matter to him? How aware was he of Vegas' interest in Pete beforehand? Did they talk about the moment from episode 6 after Vegas finished teasing Pete with the condom - did they have a naughty chuckle over it or did Macau pretend to laugh while he noticed more going on than his brother realized? Was his interruption of Pete's spying something Vegas urged him to do or did he decide to push both of them into a room together and watch what happened? If he planned on being the one to originally make merits did he mind giving that spot over to Pete? Did he still think Vegas had a real plan after that? Macau is so interesting because he is presented as chill except when he has to be involved with the family business, but even then we see him so little. I wanna get in this kid's brain!

MADDI MADS MAD MADDI!!!!!!!!!!

This is what I ADORE about Macau okay, he and Vegas spend so much time just hanging out? Like we know Macau comes to the family meetings, but apart from that he doesn't seem to be involved in the family business. He just likes chilling with his big brother, from the convo in episode 6 we hear the tail end of he's either getting a bit of business gossip or Vegas is just saying some bullshit because he knows they're being tailed and Macau is nodding along for the banter.

Vegas and Macau's relationship is so wonderful, because clearly Vegas will sometimes ask Macau to do pretty innocuous things (like apologise to Porsche) and Macau just goes ahead and does it, because he loves his big brother and even if he has no idea what he's up to he enjoys causing a little bit of chaos in a low-stakes, teenager kind of way (almost certainly as opposed to the things Vegas was having to do at his age, that he's now actively shielding him from BUT is also keeping him close and in the loop enough that he doesn't feel excluded and lashes out because of it. Vegas is managing to keep Macau at just the right distance so that he isn't in (too much) danger from either others, their father, or himself. It means they're obviously close but at the same time Macau isn't someone Vegas can really confide in. Because he's trying to save Macau from turning out the same way he did.)

So Vegas says he wants to start going to the temple and Macau says, hey sure why not, this is either a new interest (he already has enough religious iconography up after all, might as well put his money where his mouth is), or like you say he assumes it's part of a scheme but either way he gets to be involved in Vegas's life, so what can it hurt?

I think Macau doesn't really give a shit about the sermon, and probably knows Vegas doesn't either. They both give off the vibe that they're there for Mischief purposes, although I would ABSOLUTELY love to see a version of that scene where they go to the temple aiming to cause chaos and actually end up taking the merit making seriously because what you said about them wanting to meet each other in the next life again made me tear up :( (you can't just 'in our next life let's be brothers again' me like that). I don't think there's any resentment over Pete getting that instead, because going to the temple with Vegas was about spending time with his brother more than anything else, and getting an insight into his life. And however much of that scene Macau saw (can we assume from the epilogue that Macau has a habit of faking being asleep in order to eavesdrop?) it sure DID give him an insight into his brother's life!

okay lets go chronologically because you made me realise that Macau was close enough by in episode 6 to see Vegas do his whole "SORRY I LEFT MY HUGE CONDOMS FOR MY MASSIVE SCHLONG IN YOUR BAG OF PRODUCT PLACEMENT BREAD, WANT TO FUCK ME ABOUT IT?" (god i love this show) schtick which is simply the cringiest thing ever. And he also would have been there when Vegas BOUGHT that stuff and you can bet he was such a little shit about it. Vegas is trying to be all scary and sexy but five minutes earlier he was trying to keep a straight face while paying the cashier because Macau was absolutely HOWLING with laughter behind him. Sir, the cringefail of it all.

But oh I love the idea of Vegas walking away from the car with a stupid smirk on his face and Macau noticing and asking "are you smiling?" as a tease, and Vegas immediately wiping the smile off his face and telling him to shut up.

Because THEN at the temple, Macau sees that SAME bodyguard again! Isn't that fun?

And his beloved bastard big bro asks him to help get Pete into the sermon with them ("Oh, so his name is Pete?" "What are you mumbling about?" "Nothing, nothing.") Macau... isn't stupid. He knows his brother, he knows he's volatile and violent and broken, and he knows damn well that there's nothing he can really do about that. So when Vegas asks him for his help? He's never going to refuse him. More likely that he jumps at the chance and it doesn't matter at all to him what Vegas's intentions are, as long as he can help his older brother in any small way, any way at all, how he knows Vegas quietly helps him all the time. He will take that opportunity.

Doesn't mean he won't tease the hell out of him for it at the same time though. Because- I think we overlook the fact that as soon as Pete leaves to pour away the water Vegas has to shake Macau awake, hurriedly scribble a homoerotic post-it note, and then run away from the temple, teen brother in tow. Because Pete didn't take THAT long having his little horny existential crisis. Bitch would have had to powerwalk at least to be totally out of sight by the time he got back. The image of Macau tapping his foot, reading the note over Vegas's shoulder and "Are you leaving the bodyguard a love note?" "It's not a- it's a threat." "Right, right. And you feeling him up, was that a threat too?"

Basically, baby boy would be hype as hell to 1- be involved in his Vegas's life in any fashion; 2- actually get to help Vegas in his schemes; and 3- be a total little shit about Vegas's flirting/intimidation combo techniques, because it's honestly hysterical imagining the aftermath of these scenes when Macau is just... also there. Shit eating grin on his face, and Vegas the big bad mafia heir has to endure being teased by a teenager all the way back to the minor family house.

[awkwardlitebrite]

Okay so I'ma rant on here cuz if I post it anywhere else, someone is gonna ask "who is that?" and y'all on here dgaf. Plus if I do get feedback from y'all, it would be some real shit.

To start this off, I work as a pastry chef in a high volume restaurant in Baltimore's inner harbor. I have this one coworker that I now have doing desserts and pastries with me. Before he joined me, my boss and other managers were warning me of his personal hygiene, lack of care, and communication problems. Now I didn't think it'd be that bad at first cuz he can do the work and won't complain.

But hygiene wise, I don't know what to tell him. He doesn't like wearing gloves, but his fingernails be dirty af so i enforce a glove rule. He has an odor, which isn't too bad most days, but at 10am, I'm not trying to smell armpits and feet already. He's been spotted, not just by me, but other coworkers and managers with skid marks in his drawls. Like if he didn't sag his pants and then bend over constantly without a belt, we wouldn't know. BUT WE ALL KNOW!

He's also slow with what I get him to do. I understand stretching out tasks to make hours, but bruh. It don't take 5 minutes to crack 30 eggs. I can do 70 in 5 minutes. So I end up doing all the batters and set ups while he just does the baking and storage. Yet he'll store things in incorrect places, won't label them, and then forgets verbal instructions yet won't ask for clarification or for me to repeat it. Like I don't mind, but fuck.

When it comes to personal accountability, he deflects and blames it on whatever. Or he'll pick and choose what he wants to take blame for. BUT loves to tell me that his gf says he's mature for his age. 🙄 (I only think he likes to bring that up a lot because he used to have a crush on me when I first started working there and I told I don't date younger men and I am taken)

He also doesn't like to communicate his problems with our head chef, especially with scheduling even though our head chef is IN CHARGE OF SCHEDULES! He complains when he has to do "extra" work, but if we're getting paid and they don't care about OT, what exactly is the complaint for? He wants a raise, but complains, yet always has to be right even when he's wrong. I try not to carry conversation too long that's not about work cuz he'll say something off-putting and then I wanna fight.

I type all of this to finally finish with this: evaluations are coming up soon and he wants a raise. His asking number is more than what I make, but I'm supposed to be his superior. I'm not upset he wants to aim high, but I feel like there has to be some type of cleanliness aspect expected for him to achieve or him showing maturity in his work. As someone who went to culinary school, I'd expect him to have more drive and passion show up in his work.

[kikithelucifer]

MY DEMON RANT

(sensitive people… get out!)

although i don’t feel this is much of a rant

there was a lot of hype for my demon

it was fun, i did like it from beginning towards the middle the most but then

idk

i’m not looking for a sad ending

but did find the finale a lil bit cheesy (and by cheesy i mean like i get it god was there and made that wish but it feels so forced) like they were trying to go the easy way to make sure viewers are pacified about like the story

And honestly i feel this happens with a lot of shows

in the past a lot

and still

even in anime

and i do love romcoms and im happy that they ended up together at the end but part of me was looking for like a different way for that to end

the ending was lil too predictable to me

and i took a break from the drama halfway cuz i was busy

while that break i kept hearing buzz how people were sad and crying at season 14 with the whole him leaving her and finding out about her parents death

but honestly i didn’t really care for it cuz im used kdramas always having that plot of “oh we’re breaking up now for some reason but we’ll get back together later”

i get sometimes it’s fun to go with cliches (they did a lil better with this storyline) but it’s getting old.

also the only part that i did tear up a lil (one tear)

might have been the last episode where noh do gyeong’s mom sees his cert and find a picture where he only focused on him and her (showing that the only one in the family he truly loved and at peace with was his mom and he knew loved him back and he was aiming for a better life for her)

i honestly wish his character got more justice and more attention and more build up maybe him dying was fine but i would love more substance for his character

yeah that’s it

hate me if you want

i don’t give a shit

just wanted to rant somewhere

peace ✌️

[gracilicorpus]

It’s so funny to me that you can go through years of TRAUMA , but as soon as you gain the weight back people never ask you how you feel again or how your days been or like care for you? I understand why people get sickly thin like that’s the only way you get attention and people caring for you.

I’m living alone and I’m going to start my weight lost journey , I’m not even fat or anything, I’m very strong actually cuz I have been hitting the gym for a while and I look very good ngl, like I look “womengly” lol

But I really really badly want to model like realllly bad , that’s been my dream for the longest and I’m really striving for it this time, if I want to model I have to lose like 20 pounds, I have curves so they gotta go, I’m calling it now(yea I know I’m delusional) but my goal is that next winter I will be modeling for diesel( yes yes I know I’m delusional lool, let me be), but that is my goal!!

Living alone has caused me to purge a lot, I binge and purge but that’s to expensive and I have to stop doing that. I’m literally so fkn broke lool #yeycollagelife, but I’m gonna aim to eat 1000 kcal and do as minimum exercise as possible, if I want to eat more I’ll have to walk 10 000 steps, so yeah that my goal and I will make it by may!

I was thinking to seek therapy because living alone has really showed me how fkn fkd in the head I am, like I’m sooo weird man💀 living alone is so scary because I can just do the bad things I have always been wanting to do at home, like I can just openly purge and stuff without locking the wc door or turning the shower on, but I’m so lonely man, I genuinely hate myself and I just want to like me okey and normal, I really thought my problems would go away after I moved but they just in my head, it’s even worse now because I can’t even get my sadness or madness out anywhere, I’m constantly waking around with a lump in my throat, I miss living with my friend because then my eating became so natural, now it’s just rly bad again and I’m either eating to little or binging, it’s just a rlly big problem and I feel so disgusting and ugly and I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ! Like what am I even doing like I’m FKN TRYING why can’t I just be fkn better when I’m actually fkn trying

No one will obv read this but this is me just ranting if someone did lol, this embarrassing af lol, no but ehmmm the only guy I ever liked I decided to push away ! Yeeey like he made me better , I wanted to be better for him and then I was like “nah he ain’t all that” and now I miss him and regret it:) Yey love my decisions

Literally want to just end it all, like I’m such a bad bad bad person. I was thinking maybe overdosing , but it just so mean to my parents, I don’t know what my dad would do like would he be mad at me or like would he become depressed again ? My mom would she like cry everyday forever or would she be strong for her other children. My sister? Would she be happier without me? It feels like she would, by brother they are still young they would probably forget me ina couple years, but like my best friend maaaan I miss living with her , I do think I love her more than she loves me but I’m okey with that because she’s my safe person, when thing were shit home I had her always and she had me, like what would she do? Would she maybe have a picture of me as her lock screen ? Or maybe listen to a song on repeat that she knows I liked ? Honestly I’m really trying for my family and my best friend but I’m just wondering if it’s normal to be this miserable so long, like I’m grown soon and I’m still so out of it, never been in a relationship, never have I done anything out of my comfort zone, I’m just so like I’m just filling up space for no reason, did God make a mistake putting me here, it feels like that,

But yeah mm I’ll update this page, I have no one to talk to so I’ll just post my thought here sometimes :) yeah

[evilichu]

a recap on my life this last couple of weeks

look if you just happened to stumble across this blog, i'm letting you know that this will have a lot of suicidal mentions and other cute little things about my mental illness (bpd). and this is just me talking about my life, it's not interesting

i had really strong suicidal thoughts. i started planning to do it, but not like in that same week cuz i had to write a ton of letters and buy more pills to make sure, you know?

but on one of those planning days i told my boyfriend i was feeling like shit, and since he was scared for me i reassured him that i would go out of my room and hang out w my mom —i'd be safe. so my mom saw me bawling my eyes out w no explanation and she decided to change my psychiatrist appointment to the very next day.

and that was the first time my psychiatrist ever saw me in a planning phase. it usually lasts a couple of days and then i'm ok for some time, and then it comes back and i go further on my plans.

so my psychiatrist (dr evangelina) kind of freaks out i think cuz she's never seen me so cynical and careless and just not ok. she changed my meds. and she warned my mom to keep an eye on me cuz i could do some wild shit.

later that day. i had a meeting and my boyfriend was acting weird as hell. but the thing is that i usually overthink so much that i don't even know wether i'm overthinking or sensing something real. but then he was dropping me off that night and i was like bro, u good? and he tried to break up with me.

yeah. so. i don't blame him, having to deal with something like this is so hard, and he explained that he felt like he could one day wake up and someone would tell him that i had killed myself and that it was too much for him to bear with.

i honestly respect him so much for telling me that. cuz yeah, i knew it was fucked up, but i don't know. i think him trying to break up with me shook me to my core. and i snapped out of it.

don't get me wrong, right then and there i was like ok i guess i'm getting out of this car and killing myself cuz what's stopping me now. but at the same time i couldn't, i couldn't let him go, i just started asking him to stay, and promising that i would do better.

at that moment, him leaving me scared me much more than dying. so i had to do something. at first i was just bullshitting, saying anything for him to take it back, but i didn't think he would so i didn't really mean it, i was just trying cuz i was desperate.

it was the most confusing shit ever honestly (at least for him) i laughed, cracked jokes, cried, hugged him, told him to not touch me when he tried to comfort me and then i asked for a hug again, i cried more, i wanted to scratch my eyes out, and then i laughed some more, and

he was insanely understanding. and he explained to me that he still loved me but he couldn't be in a relationship with this much uncertainty and so unstable. so this is when i took a while, and i understood.

so i agreed, and i promised that i wouldn't kill myself. mis planning-phase i explained that i could not control my own thoughts, but i would try to control what i did with them. i promised i wouldn't write any letters, and that i would stop stocking pills.

we didn't break up. he even asked for forgiveness about this whole thing a couple days later, and although i understand the guilt of trying to let go during hard times, there was nothing for me to forgive. he truly is the sweetest human on earth and i feel terrible for all the pressure i put on him. there is only so much someone can deal with. i get sad whenever i think about all the damage i caused him.

anyway, i started thinking about getting it together. i was like you know what? fuck mental illness i can do whatever i set my mind to. i started planning on doing some shit. so far, i'm doing good. i'm not getting better, and kind of worse everyday, but not worse than what i was before, you know?

how do i explain this?

i started aiming for the stars. and then i was like, but getting to the moon would be great. and then, well it's good enough that i bought some tape so i can build a rocket. and now i'm using the tape to put some cute posters on my wall. what even is this metaphor?

i don't wanna kill myself right now. i wanted to be a great human being, but i'd be ok with just being someone i don't hate. i do think that soon the awful thoughts will come back, and that scares me shitless (i have started crying lately. not as often, but like every other day, and whenever i start crying i'm like oh no! it's happening again! but it passes). but for now i'm okay, just being a normal human being. i think.

as normal as i can be, which gets into: new hobby.

i bought my niece a doll, an off-brand barbie. but my cute little niece is not interested in it at all, which is fine. she likes spiderman, not dolls [btw, my sister bought her a spiderman costume and it's the cutest thing ever! it's like spiderman shrinked and it's now travel size]. but i was so excited when i bought it, like, it made ME really happy to buy a doll, and i wanted to play with it and touch it as soon as i gave it to her. so, i wanted a doll.

i resisted the idea at first. c'mon, you're an adult. you're twenty one. then sunday came and oh man. i stayed the whole day in and in the afternoon i started seeing pictures of my siblings, people who i used to call friends, everyone was out having fun. and i was just so alone. i've always been.

so i was like, fuck it. i went out and bought myself two fucking dolls. cause who cares. i always played alone in my room, and my siblings didn't want to play with me because they were older, and it's just that feeling over and over again. everyone is growing up without me, life keeps going on and they don't care that they left me behind. so if it's going to be me and my dolls, then i guess i better buy myself some dolls.

i've been sewing clothes for them. and i'm having so much fun with it. and i told my boyfriend and him being the cutest human ever ordered me an original barbie (they are so expensive here).

i've been giving them names. we have alexa, june, margo and gigi. and soon will arrive erin (i'm so excited for her!!!!)

and that's it so far. anyway, back to life

[keepermcge]

Animal Crossing Aesthetics

Wild World:

cobbled bridges / jeans grass stained at the knees / dandelion puffs / shooting stars / early mornings and bird song / pastel envelopes and postage stamps / books on constellations / black coffee / vintage sewing machines / clean bed sheets / ladybugs

City Folk:

dimly lit theatres / long bus rides / carnival organs / popping confetti / shoes shined to perfection / expensive clothing / jack o lanterns / inviting a friend over / good luck charms / walking on fresh snow / shaped balloons / walking in puddles / thunderstorms / a clock tower

New Leaf:

canvas flapping in the wind / jumping into the sea from the harbor / coconut juice / re-purposed furniture / smell of lavender / fluffy PJs / bass thumping in your chest / photo booths / dirt on your palms / a mayor badge / wishing wells / sparkling fountains / feet not touching the floor while seated / diving for shells

Happy Home Designer:

clipboards / hallway chatter / tea cup rides / shopping bags / humming along with your favorite song / first to arrive and last to leave / ice cream parlours / giving back to the community / praise for all your hard work / driving on the beach / windowsill plants

Pocket Camp:

lush strawberries / baskets full of flowers / reading a book in sunlight / fortune cookies / smell of car oil / honey / blanket and pillow nests / flower crowns / coloured cupcakes / sea shell collections / homemade snacks / tree houses

[trashydez]

its funny how i often say ill go back to the merlin fandom and continue running the fanblog but then instantly dip the next day lmfao

[cloveroctobers]

in which you used to date / with my favs

I’m taking a aim at writing for my other men, please go easy on me lol! Inspired by those intriguing YouTube channel’s like “The Cut” for this one. So yes this is interviewer style I guess! Also written with WOC or POC in mind but not really specified until certain excerpts that is…!

FEZ

“Why did we break up?” You read the question as you sat across from your ex.

You and Fez dated for almost two years until he was the one to break things off. That happened the summer before you went off to college. You graduated with a associates and moved on from the heaviness that was your home back in California. Of course you learned to move on from Fez and occasionally Ash would hit you up on Instagram, checking in on you? When it really should have been the other way around but nonetheless you appreciated the sentiment and how important you’ve became in Ash’s life and his in yours.

Fez didn’t give a shit about the socials, none of that was important. What mattered was what happened in the now rather than what someone else thought onlookers would want to see. And he was right about that, at first you hated that he hated social media because a part of you wanted to know what he had been up to. You were too stubborn to ask Ash how he’s been—even out of politeness you wouldn’t ask. Life went on and here you were a couple of years later sitting across from each other for this little social experiment?

The both of you had Ash to blame for that.

Fez looked disinterested, slouched backwards in his chair messing with his fingers trying to look anywhere else but at you—especially at this question. It felt like hours before he drawled out a answer.

“It’s ‘cuz you always thought promiscuous was the best song choice to sing when you were drunk off yo ass.”

It took you a second to respond with a snort of laughter. That response seemed to ease a little tension between the two of you, your bodies relaxing just a tad. “It was actually say it right but—

Fez held his hands out silently asking if that was supposed to mean something to him. He gained some points for remembering the song name at least? Right?

“…so…are you going to let the question slide and take a drink or are you going to let the people know?” You kept your eyes trained on the sea-colored ones across from you.

Mentioning the others in the room seemed to make Fez fold into his shell a little bit more. Which you silently kicked yourself for but he shifted, pressing his elbows into the table in front of you. He then rubbed at the thickness of his copper beard and thought about it.

“I’ma be honest.” Fez slowly replied, “You know I’m not coo with the liquor and you deserve a answer after all these years. I owe you that.”

You held your breath, knowing that this was about to get real. You were finally about to get some answers. Some closure that you needed. That many of your friends said you needed.

Fez licked at his bottom lip, glancing downwards before leaning on his elbows again, “i never felt like I was good enough for you…you knew that. Yet you still stayed around especially when things got real outta control and that was a real ass revelation for me you know? I couldn’t continue potentially fucking up your life anymore so I pushed you to go and you finally did.”

You huffed, feeling so many things and kicking yourself for not fighting harder. You loved Fez with all you had and you let him get into your head, you let him push you away so that you could do what you wanted to do in life. He’s never once stopped you from figuring out what you wanted to do, he was never the type. He did his shit, you stayed by him, and was always yourself. You never judged him for doing what he had to do to take care of himself, Ash, and his grandma. However the both of you knew that all that shit would catch up to him, it was only a matter of time.

You were glad that he was still here. You wanted Fez to still be here, to still be in your life. It hurt to finally hear the truth that he’s been holding onto all this time. And you felt your eyes burning as you got up from your seat a bit to whack at Fez’s chest.

“So we choosing violence?” Fez held his clavicle.

You nodded, “hell yeah because that’s all you had to say!”

“I’ve told you that before.”

“Yeah but this time was different…this was all after you—

You were sure the editors would bleep that out.

“It wouldn’t have made a difference tho,” Fez shrugged his shoulders, “you still went.” And with that he sat back, his eyes now burning into yours.

And that you did. That was what you had to accept. And get over being more angry with yourself first for leaving than with Fez pushing you to.

JORDAN BAKER

Jordan pinched at the bridge of his nose, smiling at the question you just asked him. Jordan was probably one of the only exes that you had that you were still cool with.

“Out of all my exes…why you?” Jordan paraphrased, laughing a bit again.

It really wasn’t all that funny but thinking back on Jordan’s track record? It evoked a little chuckle. Just a little.

“So I wouldn’t dare ask the others to have this moment with me because…it might sound a little harsh to say this but I wouldn’t consider them really my exes.” Jordan winced.

You glanced to your right in the direction of the camera crew, “they’re more his flings/lovers. Wasn’t ever serious, there was one before me. Her names Ripley.”

“And she really hates my ass now that I’m married.” Jordan chuckled.

Okay so the two of you might be a little bit tipsy right now but jordan was always the lightweight.

“That part.” You pointed.

Jordan sighed resting his cheek into the palm of his hand, “and Simone doesn’t have to tolerate you, I think she actually likes you.”

“I don’t know about all that.” You laughed, “I just made it clear that I won’t ever intervene with your relationship or ever dive back into those teen feelings for you.”

Jordan turned his eyes into slits, “what’s that saying? Never say never?”

“Okay, Brandy.” You snapped your fingers.

Jordan shrugged his shoulders, “I was thinking more Bieber and Jaden but alright.”

“Of course you were,” You rolled your eyes while Jordan furrowed his thick brows as if to question what that meant, “Don’t you always say Simone is your soulmate, boy if you don’t tone that ego down!” You sassed.

Jordan raced his hands in defense, “you’re right, you’re right. I’m just joking you guys, I’m happily in love with my wife.”

“Absolutely and I’m happy that you’re happy,” You held up the shot glass in which Jordan took a inhale through his teeth but raised his own nonetheless, “so don’t start nothing in the comments. Cheers!”

“Why are we taking another shot if we answered the question?” Jordan frowned.

Clinking your glasses together you tossed your head back and let the liquor burn the back of your throat while Jordan sipped at it. You booed at him until he scoffed and tossed his own head back to fully take it then reached forward to snatch a lime.

“He can’t hang with me, y’all.”

“I can hang,” Jordan winced as he felt some hair grow on his chest, “I see why GW always encouraged dad and I to take some whiskey when we catch a cold. Jesus!” He shudders while you held your hands out to prove your point, “Alright, I just can’t hang like I use to. You win.”

“Always do.” You winked at him leaning your cheek into your palm as you smiled sweetly at Jordan who huffed with a shake of his head.

ANGEL REYES

“What do you think is the hardest part of what I do for a living?” You asked, placing the card down and peering over at your ex-husband.

Angel Reyes breathed out a laugh, “Thank god that wasn’t my question to you.”

You also laughed.

“Right, I would have laid all your business out in a heartbeat.” You held your arms out.

Angel tapped his unlit cigarette against the wooden table with a smirk, “yeah and you might be getting a call from bishop later tonight.”

You raised a brow at the mention of the man but said nothing else. That man was in charge of Angel, not you. You were separate but you weren’t going to take it there, not unless it needed to go there.

“Y/N’s a doctor. Real smart like my idiot brother. Always in a lab coat, glasses and shit. They can diagnose and provide the best treatment plans for people.” Angel summarized as a little background for those watching.

“So a pathologist.” One of the camera men stated.

Angel glanced over at the man who shrunk back behind the others, “yea thanks, that’s what I said fuckin’ jimmy neutron.”

You went to slap Angel’s wrist to gain his attention back on you. He gave you a look before continuing, “to answer the question I think any job is hard enough if you’re the one dealing with it. Obviously right? But I know it ain’t easy to tell people that you got something that you don’t ever want. I know you don’t always directly tell them that you almost always relate the message to their doctors but you got a big heart so I know every diagnosis gets to you even if you don’t know that person. Me on the other hand? If they were a shit person then that’s what you get. That’s your own karma. But that’s not Y/N, they’re gonna feel for you regardless.”

“It’s the cancer in me.”

Angel’s face went completely blank, “what…why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Angel, You know when my birthday is right?”

Angel was still confused, “June 29th…said you were born at 6 in the morning or something.”

“Then that makes me a cancer.”

You could see the wheels turning in Angel’s head before he sat back in his chair with a grunt, “you talkin’ about that zodiac shit again? About to give me a damn heart attack, I immediately thought about the other thing.”

“Aw you still care about me,” You walked your hand over to lace your hands together while Angel rolled his eyes as if it wasn’t obvious, “Angel’s a Scorpio sun, Sag moon, and Aries rising for those who are curious.”

A few ‘ah’s’ sounded around the room making Angel frown at that before glancing back at you who was clearly trying to hide their laughter. He hated when you did that shit, talk about things he didn’t know about. You did it quite a bit with EZ and it irked him until you would finally let him in on it. He’s heard you talk about this astrology shit quite a bit in your marriage. Even read a few of your books and went to some astrology reading appointments you had but when he told you that lady gave him the, “heebie jeebies” along with watching conspiracy videos on the zodiac killer he was not down with the astrology shit. No way. Keep that Bruja shit to yourself, thanks.

“I feel like you just put my whole business out there and I don’t like that.” Angel muttered as he stared down at your conjoined hands, liking how your hand still fit right in his.

You squeezed his hand, “not really. There’s a good percentage of people in the world just like you that don’t believe in the stars so…don’t take it so personal.”

“I believe in a lot though.” Angel argued, pushing forward again.

You nodded your head, knowing this.

“Like we might not be destined to be married but we could still be something.” Angel flirted making you groan and snatch your hand back but he held on tight bringing your hand to his lips.

You playfully gagged as he pressed a kiss there trying to snatch your hand back. “Please someone cut the cameras and get me a restraining order stat.”

“They ain’t getting rid of me regardless if we’re divorced or not. You stuck with me, I been told you that since the day we met.” Angel let you have your hand back which you rested back on your lap.

You reached for a shot knowing that this would always be in fact true. Sure your marriage was short lived but your friendship would probably be forever. You’ve been through too much to just up and leave each other for good. Marriage was hard sure but friendship was even harder…and yet here you two were still in each other’s lives going strong for who knows how long. This was just the way the two of you worked and no one else could change that.

EZ REYES

You and EZ were currently in a staring contest due to what the question he read requested the two of you to do. You and EZ had a playful relationship before and after you two got together and it still felt the same afterwards. This was mainly a ex segment that the two of you got wrapped up into (the cash reward was a nice bonus as well!) but in your mind you still didn’t consider each other exes whereas EZ would proudly say that you were. He had no issue claiming you whereas you had commitment issues and just downplayed what the two of you were.

In a sense this was like a therapy session that needed to be had but with a little fun on the side when it got too deep. You had a feeling it would get deep quicker than the fun lasts.

You studied Ez’s face, trying your hardest to not blink while in the mist. He still looked the same, still felt the same, and was still same ‘ol Ezekiel Reyes. He smiled wide at you, not blinking, which was insane! And would have been creepy if he didn’t look the way that he did. His eyes crinkled at the sides as he kept his trained on your face as well. It was you who blinked once he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You’re such a bastard! Out here cheating.” You folded your arms while EZ chuckled to himself.

“How did I cheat exactly?” Ez picked the card back up, flipping the edges against his fingers.

You fanned your hand at his face, “you know what you did! You sitting there in all your handsome glory. I don’t know who you think you are.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought we knew each other quite well, allow me to introduce myself, I’m Ezekiel but I go by EZ.” He held his hand out smirking at you but you smacked his hand away before folding your arms back together.

You mocked his charming ways as he cracked up in front of you. “Y/N is a sore loser, if you didn’t catch that.”

“And EZ is a cheater and plays dirty.”

“It’s not my fault you think I’m so handsome.” He cooed.

“I never said that.”

Ez looked at the crew and held his finger up, “let’s rewind the footage back, I was called handsome was I not?”

“I said handsome glory, not so handsome.”

“Same shit.” He shrugged, stupid smile still shining.

“I can’t stand this ni-.”

After a moment of you gathering yourself Ez repeated what was asked of you two, “Since you blinked first, Y/N. You must reveal a personal problem and ask your partner, me, for advice on how they might handle it. So do spill.”

One thing about EZ Reyes, he was always good at giving you advice and being there for you when you needed it. This was not a big thing but there was one thing on your mind that was bugging you but you just weren’t sure if this was something you should bring to the table, especially with the guy that you sorta kinda still had feelings for.

“Okay so there’s this Irish dude that lives next door to me, his cat keeps getting into my apartment because of my stupid window…you know the situation with that.”

Ez smirked to himself which you chose to ignore.

“And he’s always coming around at weird times of the night looking for his cat and I genuinely think he’s doing this on purpose. I don’t know why he’s up at these times but you know I’m always morning shift so you mess with my sleep it automatically means you’re asking for me to commit homicide.” You told your story which Ez listened to patiently as you blabbed on almost getting to the point.

“I think he’s an engineer or something cause there’s always this buzzing and he’s always carrying this equipment. Anyways, on top of that! he’s always parking in my parking spot because he apparently has money and has two cars and feels like it’s okay to park in my second spot.”

“Why do you need two parking spots, you only drive a beetle? You won’t let me get you a bike, and you only care about that toy looking car and your rollerblades.” Ez asked.

You paused, “becaaause when I signed the lease I was assigned two parking spaces. Most apartments get one or two, it all depends. The person that lived there before me had two big ass cars so I was also given the choice of two.”

Ez dipped his head, “okay…but you don’t need the second spot so that’s not something to be really annoyed about right?”

You felt your eye twitch, “we both know that you don’t like when someone takes something that belongs to you.” That came out automatically making Ez exhale before you continued, “Sure I don’t need it but it’s mine and I’ve told him about this twice but he keeps on doing it. And now his cat is missing, I know what you’re thinking, he hasn’t been in my place since I’m in the process of getting the window fixed—

“Wait, who’s fixing the window?”

“Coco.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to fix it? I was the one who broke it.”

“You’re busy lately, Coco isn’t.” You tried to move on from that but Ez wasn’t letting that go.

Ez inhaled, “but I said when you wanted it to be fixed let me know and I’ll fix it for you.”

“Ez, it’s just a window. It wasn’t that serious.”

‘To you.’ Ez thought to himself.

You waited to see if he was going to say anything else but when he didn’t you carried on, “Now he thinks I did something to his cat and there’s scratches on my car and one of his friend’s asked me out, he was drunk but he clearly didn’t like that either that his friend and I are actually carry conversations while the both of us keep it cute and short when we see each other before his cat went missing.” 

Ez blinked hard trying not to roll his eyes, “my advice is to tell him you’re willing to help him look for his cat or put up posters or whatever as long as he respects your parking space and that he needs to request another spot that isn’t yours.”

You silently agreed, you were going to do that anyways…

“And what about his friend that keeps asking me out?” It just flew off your tongue.

Ez stared at you then with something in his eyes that you’ve seen before, that sent shivers down your spine if you were being honest, “if you’re open to see where that goes then go for it. You seem to always know what to do when you want to do it. Also get coco to check out the scratches on your car too.”

He said this but you weren’t sure he meant it.

“Excuse me, can I take a five real quick?” Ez politely asked before getting up from the table with you doing the same.

You called out to him but Ez kept on walking and out of sight. You had no idea what crawled up his ass, and sat back down to unlock your phone.

COCO CRUZ

“Do you think the image you have of yourself matches the image people see you as?” It was like pulling teeth trying to get Coco here, which shouldn’t have been surprising in the first place since it was the same way being with him.

You didn’t think he’d show but he proved you wrong when he plopped down in the chair opposite of you. The way the two of you greeted each other was short but cordial and the interviewers knew just the basis, you were exes and it was a bitter end to it. As to be expected since it was a—sorry have to say it, toxic relationship.

He had a cigarette lit, which he knew you hated the smell of, it actually triggered you since your grandfather used to smoke them heavily and would get the ashes in your hair as you sat by his knees while he watched his boring western films. He even burned you a couple of times, a few times by accident…the rest on purpose. Coco knew about the childhood abuse you endured and yet things turned physical between the two of you. It was a cycle along with his own childhood trauma. It was probably inevitable that the two of you wouldn’t last as a couple but it seemed as if you two really wanted to make it work…you were more vocal about it but Coco could be so cold majority of the time it always felt like he didn’t care enough.

So you were the one to call it quits but he wasn’t having it. It was always push, pull, touch and go with the two of you. However the last straw was when he got drugs involved. You hoped he wasn’t still into that shit, he looked better than the last time you saw him—still rough around the edges but at least he had some weight to him.

Coco took a long drag from his stick and angled his sharp jaw in a different direction to exhale the smoke. He raised his shoulders in response, “I don’t give a fuck about what people see when they look at me. Who are they to me? Nothing.”

Typical Coco Cruz answer.

“Think deeper about the question.” You added just as a interviewer also tossed in, knowing that the temperament of this guy was pretty high.

“We all put out images of ourselves simply by just being, sometimes unintentionally sometimes intentionally. Take your ex, y/n for a example, whatever you think about yourself do you think they also think the same of you?” The interviewer tried to be a mediator.

You silently thanked the person for their help, having a detailed conversation with them earlier before you were all hooked up to wires and went live.

Coco glanced away thinking about it before he settled his eyes back on you. His stare was always so intense, like he was seeing right through you and it was scary because he said you did the same thing to him. He was always the one to challenge you with his stare and then his voice and words. Coco was very skilled that way, knew his advantages and how to use them to get his way or to make someone hurt.

“Pretty sure it does,” He started, “My bitch of a mother—

The way he described the woman made a lot of people in the room gasp while you inhaled. You even heard a, “misogynistic!” Get tossed around, which you expected. You knew the history, they did not. Sure it still doesn’t make it right but you knew the why.

“Never gave a shit about me and definitely not my kids.” Coco voiced, his hands forming into fists as he thought about the horrible woman, “She put into my head since I was five years old that I would never be nothing and anybody that came from me would also be nothing. So yeah once I was in my teens and felt strong enough to find my voice I was able to push back. I was able to get into my own head and say that she didn’t know shit and I could be something. I always felt that I could but by then? constantly hearing that…I was already fucked up. Didn’t believe, didn’t know that I could be something until I went to the army but that shit ain’t help my mental either.”

You met Coco through your mutual friend, Angel. They had a apartment together in Santo Padre and were looking for a roommate. You moved around a lot and was currently leaving from Arizona to California and felt drawn to the city…that’s how it usually went for you when you moved every couple of years. Angel was down for having you move in especially after seeing you, but Coco was more calculated. As he always was. He was cold compared to Angel’s bold, open, and flirtatious ways but it wasn’t anything you haven’t experienced before.

You were from Baltimore.

He was doing his own thing with computers when you met him. Fixing them up, selling them, building them, and even hacking. Amongst other things…So you were sure he did some digging to get the info on you, which should have creeped you out but you needed a place and didn’t have the energy to keep looking. Plus you’ve dealt with much weirder roommates before.

Once you were in, that also meant you built something with both Coco and Angel. However your relationship was much different with Johnny Coco Cruz. You took the time to get to know him, it was magnetic at first, he was still his cold self and Angel told you not to worry about it, that that was just the way he was and that you’d get used to it. But you broke him out of it the longer you decided to stay with them. He didn’t like that but he allowed it. There was something about you that made him he want to be better but he fought with himself because of his pride, he wanted to make himself better. He didn’t want it to be at the cost of someone else.

It was about the sex for him at the start and you weren’t fully aware of that? Until you learned that he and Angel liked to bring other guests home. It wasn’t until you actually started to care that you shifted your dynamic and that left Coco confused. Angel figured it out pretty fucking quick and encouraged you to say what you needed to say, there was never much sugarcoating in the townhouse on 071C Manzanita Drive. And he told Coco that he was being a idiot with the way he was treating the one person that could be good for him.

That still stood. However as you spend years together you learned that Johnny wasn’t the only one that had toxic traits in the relationship. It was something the both of you had to be willing to work on. And here you were, he might be here for the cash but that wasn’t the only reason you were here. A part of you missed him and hoped he missed you too. You don’t just get rid of the love you have for someone so easily.

You may out of anger tell Coco that he wasn’t shit to get a rise out of him, the both of you knew how to push each other’s buttons. Knew what to say to make the other really hurt but you also knew behind that frustration that there was once the potential to be something really great. However two hurt people have to heal separately before they could ever heal together.

“There may have been a time when I truly felt that way about you, which was the last time I saw you. When I broke things off. But that was the only time I agreed with your insecurities because I didn’t want to see you prove your mother right. I was the one to say what you couldn’t admit to yourself, Johnny.” You informed Coco who clenched his jaw at the mention of his mother.

You, Letty, and his kids were the only one’s that mattered to him. Not that woman in a ditch somewhere. He knew he royally fucked up, which he’s done plenty of times in his life but the moment you walked out of his life was the biggest fuck up. He’ll always regret that.

“I’m better you know? Clean.” He told you which he got a genuine smile from in return.

“Glad to hear it.” You said, your body language showing that you were looking forward to hearing more, which made Coco give a ghost of a smile, knowing that you still loved him too.

GAEL MARTINEZ

Gael Martinez was someone you met on a weekend trip for your job at Scarlet Magazine in Manhattan. Your friends: Jane, Sutton, and Kat are all pretty persuasive almost all of the time and contribute to almost all of your bad decisions in life? You argued—which was only a half hearted joke! Of course. You had your own mind, always did. They pushed you to approach the dark curly haired cutie with brown eyes that kept eyeing you at the bar with his own friends.

With some liquid courage you went over to him from your booth and introduced yourself. His hands were that of an artist which he told you he was but was working more in the graphic design area for right now but you could tell that wasn’t where he truly needed or wanted to be. You got all the basics out the way before pulling him to the dance floor and then to the front to have a karaoke duet filled with jams from the 90s. Then from there you all went to the rural side to this lake house, you couldn’t remember who it belonged to but you remembered skinny dipping with the guy.

It was a unforgettable night.

“You should have screwed him, I totally would have screwed him.” Sutton sighed as she held onto your arm the next morning when the three of you waited outside to catch a Uber back to your shared hotel.

“Jane, were you aware that Sutton and Y/N are actually the same person.” Kat yawned from beside their shortest friend.

Jane stretched, “no I had no idea, kat. That explains so much.”

Sutton laughed.

“I do not remember making any plans to have a one night stand. All I wanted was to have fun and I did with my girls and some strangers, one really attractive stranger, what more can I ask for here my first time in Los Angeles?” You leaned against Sutton’s shoulder, sighing with complete content.

Kat muttered, “I don’t know, getting dicked down might have put the cherry on top, if you have a food kink that is.”

Jane tossed her head back in laughter while you chose to ignore that. You girls knew everything about each other and sure it might have been awhile since your last significant other but you weren’t really looking for a relationship and stood by that. You were dedicated to your work and sure Jane, Sutton, and Kat said they respected it but they felt like you deserved some fun not only provided to yourself but from someone else. Which is why they wanted you to have the most fun here in LA. Even if it was only for a weekend.

When a voice cleared, the four of you jumped turning to Gael who gave you all a grin. Just as your Uber pulled up.

“We’ll hold them for you.” Sutton whispered, letting go of your arm as the three of them piled into the car leaving the door open for you when you were ready.

Wringing your hands out you turned back to the taller guy and slowly made your way over to him. You pointed behind, “I’ll give you $2 and some nerds from my bag if you pretend you didn’t hear what my friends said.”

Gael rubbed at the back of his neck laughing, “what? About you getting dicked down with a cherry on top?”

You groaned which Gael chuckled in response, “don’t worry about it. What are friends for if they’re not here to put your business on blast, right? Mine are the same way.”

“Whew,” you wiped the fake sweat off your forehead, “I had a great time meeting you, Gael.”

“And it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to give you my sweater.” He pointed out which you peered down at to see covered in some splats of paint.

You immediately went to take the beige cardigan off but he held his hands out to halt your movements, “keep it, it’s still keeping you warm when I can’t. It also gives me another reason to see you again…someday.”

“I leave Monday morning back to New York, we should grab brunch or something on Sunday if you’re free?” You slowly started backing away as he followed you.

“I’d like that.”

You climbed into the car as he shut the door behind you. “See you then. Drive safe. Ladies, you all have a good one.”

“Aw, you too.” Sutton said in awe of this man.

Jane waved, “Bye!”

“Catch ya later, Gael.” Kat gave him a fist bump before turning her attention back to her phone as she sat in the passenger side.

And with that you drove off from the lake house.

“Wait! Do you have his number since you’re ditching us to have brunch tomorrow?” Jane called out.

You slapped your hand against your forehead, completely forgetting that part.

“Don’t worry, I could find his socials for you.” Kat informed, “just give me like a hour tops.”

You couldn’t believe part of you was already getting attached to this complete stranger. Yet here you were.

“He’s already in my contacts.” You announced with a smile.

Sutton made an explosion noise with her lips and a motion with her hands, “gotta love a guy that’s steps ahead of you.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to live through y/n right now.” Jane laughed as she crossed her legs sitting in the middle of the backseat.

“If I wasn’t with Richard, maybe.” Sutton declared, resting her head against the car window.

“Ah yes, can’t believe I forgot about him.” Kat snapped her fingers at the mention of Sutton’s new and older boyfriend.

“Hey!” Sutton lifted her head in offense.

And that was just the beginning of your speedy but heartfelt relationship with Gael Martinez.

To be sitting here with him here in your new home of Manhattan felt like the world did yet another 360 for you. Yes you’ve been back to LA multiple times since the both of you broke up since your family lived there and for more business trips with Richard and the team at Scarlet, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread for the place when you did visit. And sadly it was because of one person. Imagine having one person hold that much power of someplace and you for that mattered.

You hated to be that person. But everything holds a connection to it somehow. This was your closure maybe, at least that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

Gael swallowed before he read the question for you this time, “what part of your life works? What part of your life hurts?”

And so you thought about it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were going to say, Gael had a pretty good idea about what you were going to say. And your voice confirmed it.

“I love not being here in California anymore. Ever since I went away to college, I’ve been my most free away from a place I spent eighteen years of my life at. It’s been a struggle but I’m glad I can say I’ve made it through, relocated and did something and made something out of myself. Like I always set my mind to. I’ve been living my best life in New York at twenty-five and I never thought I’d like New York when the idea crossed my mind with possibilities of where I’d go to school. But turns out, it works for me.” You told, which Gael gave a smile and nod to.

He hadn’t been there to experience your life in New York but he could see it through social media. Yes he was one of those who keeps up with his exes on the socials…as long as they didn’t block him. You knew how to be mature when it came to certain situations but a part of hoped that he still kept up with you. Hoped that he realized what he missed out on. It’s been two-three years since you’ve broken up so you should be over it but you can’t just forget it even if you forgave him.

“…w-what part of your life hurts?” Gael cautiously met your eyes as he repeated the last question.

You inhaled looking upwards at the ceiling, hoping you wouldn’t let out any tears. You already gave too many of those in your life.

“When it comes to you or just in general?” You countered, letting out a breathy laugh.

You tapped your chin, “I guess not knowing when love runs out. ‘Cause it does and it’s scary and I always felt like if I ever do get married that I’ll always need that reassurance. It’ll probably annoy the hell outta my partner but it’ll make me have some peace of mind. I love myself way too much to bury my worth but I can’t lie and say that I don’t want someone else to share that love. To love me as much as I love them.”

Gael listened, humming as you were open with him. You could always have these conversations late at night when the both of you couldn’t sleep. You did the long distance and the temporary with you living in LA for Scarlet for two months but it was never enough for the two of you. That played a part. Plus you always knew what you wanted and Gael was always indecisive…(Libra!) which played a huge part in your downfall in the relationship.

It was different with each other. The two of you always said this. You did lengthy relationships while Gael had intense relationships that never went anywhere. It was what he was used to. You had one major relationship growing up and you swore there wouldn’t be anyone else that you could love like that. He broke your heart and did some wild shit and tried to come back like everything was okay. But it wasn’t. Never would be. Yes you engaged in a few talking stages and make outs in college but never claimed anyone like they tried to claim you. It was all in good fun as it should be in college. Or you could find your college sweetheart like your mom’s did and your brother Brandon did…but you didn’t.

It was fast with Gael. Always limited but you knew that you should be together and love possessed you. Made you blind into thinking that he would want to marry you. You’ve only been dating for six months when you felt like the both of you were ready. You used to laugh at celebrities that jumped into that and here you were doing the same thing they did. When Gael rejected you on the marriage proposal, you began to second guess everything in that relationship. All your talks about the possible future meant nothing anymore.

“It also hurts to know that you feel like you’re in love with my sister and keep dwelling on that when you’re not even sure if there’s anything else deeper than the intimacy. I also hear you’re having a baby, congratulations.” You reached for a shot of tequila, downing it without a wince.

Gael struggled with what to say. Of course you know about the baby, partly he wondered if Callie told you that or if you were monitoring his socials too, you seemed fine—great even but with the way you were looking at him let him know that he was part of your pain. And of course you were still hurting over his dilemma with Callie. You were only human. He would always be sorry for the way things played out and he wished he could have been more for you.

JAY KULINA

“If you have, when was the moment you realized you weren’t invincible?” You asked your blue-eyed ex-fiancé.

The man across from you was a fighter, always had been, always would be, it was always in his blood. Just like you. You had the honor of growing up beside Jason “Jay” Kulina and all his chaos and all your mess combined. Your father’s were best friends and of course fighters, traveling over the world and having to bring their kids along while they went from motels to hotels and fancy cars and restaurants with each fight that they won. You knew all about the martial arts life and had no choice but to be thrown in it.

When your father was killed in the ring, that changed the way you saw the martial arts world. You were training by sixteen to begin his legacy and was damn good at what you could do already; your mom hated the idea of fighting. She came from a strict religious background and was disowned when she not only married someone from a rough background and profession, but also someone who didn’t share the same ethnicity as themselves. You often bumped heads with your mom finding it humorous how judgmental she could be when she took a leap to be with your father.

She already didn’t like your father fighting for money and no longer came to his shows, it was too much for her to witness but to now hear that her child also wanted to follow in his footsteps caused more anxiety that she didn’t need. Your mother had a history of nervous breakdowns and of course you tried to be sympathetic and understanding but you just wished you could get the same treatment when it came to fighting. You were nineteen years old when you witnessed your father take his last breath in the ring. It only took you six months after you buried him that you also stepped down, no longer wanting to participate.

The only one’s that understood that were Jay, Nate, Lisa, and your mother. Everyone else? Fans? Most from navy st. And of course Alvey and Ryan gave you shit about it and you gave it right the fuck back. It was your decision at the end of the day, people could say whatever they wanted but you knew your dad. And you knew he would have respected your choice regardless from above, you were his kid, and he always told you to do what you felt was best for you because you gotta live with your choices at the end of the day when you lie awake at night—not anybody else. So that’s what you did.

“You and I…we’ve been fighters for as long as we’ve known each other. You with your mouth along with your hands and myself with my heart and hands.” Jay responded, “When we step into the ring we’re completely different people, all that outside shit never matters because of our fight instinct. We are programmed to think that no one can touch us, they can try but one of us will win and it has to be us. We are always number one inside the ring and out, We have to win and it’ll be a helluva show!”

You smiled listening to him. It was nostalgic remembering the first moment you stepped into the ring at sixteen with your dad, then alvey, and then Jay. It all came back to you in the moment as Jay spoke and how that same feeling stayed in your veins as you aged and did underground fights.

“To answer the lovely question I’d say, yes I have had moments where I knew I wasn’t invincible. Yes us MMA fighters walk around with these egos but that’s all part of the persona we have to put on.”

“Plus you’re only like that in the ring. I promise Jay isn’t that much of an asshole, everybody. He’s an ass but not a asshole. He’s actually a nice-well rounded guy.” You spoke up for the man who appreciated your kind words, which he knew you meant.

“In more ways than one,” He sent some finger-guns at whichever camera was focused on his face, “gotta have glute days and I’m not afraid to admit that. Why would I be? Who wants to have a flabby ass when you look this good, am I right?”

You laughed, “alright, we don’t want to talk about your ass for the next fifteen minutes, Jay bay.” You found yourself using the old nickname which made Jay grin over at you.

“Who’s complaining?” He asked, hearing a few people say they weren’t which surprised you, “You used to love this ass.” He kissed his lips at you which made you smack your lips.

You shook your head, “unfortunately, I still do love your ass.”

“Yeah, I know.” He clasped his hands together trying to look professional yet again, “so let me have my moment, buttercup.”

“You have a lot of moments.” You muttered to yourself.

Jay fixed the shades sliding down from his hair and went on, “Outside of that, I’m a pretty emotional guy. I’m in touch with my feelings, again not too many guy’s can say that. I might not always handle things right based on those emotions but I’m not some robot or cold person like my dad. If you read about me from a certain ex, not this gorgeous person in front of me, but another ex from years back you might see some things that may or may not be true. That’s up to you. But I think I was at my weakest when I lost my baby brother, Nate Kulina.”

It was instinct to reach out and hold Jay’s hand’s as he squeezed them tightly. He was getting choked up as his eyes shined with tears and you hated this. Hated that he faced another level of pain that you couldn’t take away from him.

“I’ve lost a lot in life. I’ve got abandonment issues because of it, with my mom, my fucking dad, losing you, and my wife and actual child. But there was no other pain like losing Nate, all because of a hate crime. I’ve struggled so hard these past four years with him not being here and living his life the way that he should. I am a ally more than ever because of Nathaniel Kulina.” Jay was honest, something he always was.

You remembered getting the call from Lisa who told you everything that happened. You were angry with Alvey but your heart immediately hurt for Jay. Nate was basically Jay’s kid, when Alvey was off living his life in the lights who was there taking care of Nate? Jay. He raised Nate like he was his own because he had to and soon learned that he wanted to. It was part of Jay’s purpose. He would tell you this often as you grew up and you knew the connection between the brother’s was unbreakable. They were all they had and you admired that.

You’ve witnessed many moments of Jay in pain but you’ve never seen him so broken when you arrived back to Venice two days before the funeral to see him. That was where you met his wife, who he was separated from, and his daughter, maya. You couldn’t focus too much on that or allowed yourself to because this was about Nate. He became your little brother too and now he was gone. Just like that.

In a month would mark four years since you’ve lost him but you knew this was something Jay lived with constantly. He always said that if there was one thing he couldn’t live without and that was Nate. He said it often and that was one of the main reasons why you made sure someone was there with Jay until you got there. You knew he wasn’t fucking around and that meant that. Nate was his whole world and you loved him enough to be aware of that.

With you now wiping his tears with the pads of your fingers and pressing a kiss to his cheek you cuddled him to your chest as he had his much needed moment remembering his brother. He gripped onto your waist tight taking deep breaths in your arms.

You hoped Jay Kulina kept fighting because you knew he’d give it all that he’s got. He always did. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he squeezed you tighter in comfort.

RIO

The two of you were reaching the end of your segment and there were definite moments where you wanted to choke your ex that sat across from you all smug. However you felt like you made progress? Rhea, his first baby mama threw this idea on the both of you and you didn’t have much time to discuss this with Rio. He just decided he would be there and assumed you would be too. He didn’t give you the chance to think about it or really have a say in it. However you still said what you needed to say because you can’t ever hold back with a man like Rio. That was something he always appreciated in his partners.

The two of you were no longer together but you were carrying his baby. His second child and he still treated you with the much needed respect as the mother of his child. He had Mick pick you up to take you this thing Rhea wanted the two of you to do.

“Why can’t you go? I can find something much better to do.” You huffed, taking a huge bite out of the steak quesadilla Rhea prepared for lunch.

Rhea laughed as she glanced over at you from her stove, “like what? Watching reruns of Martin?”

“That was last week, this week it’s a living single.” You declared watching Rhea raise her hands in mock surrender.

It was still crazy to your mother that you could be cool with your ex’s ex. Your mother never had a good relationship with your half brother’s father’s girlfriends but you were two different people. You knew how to move forward plus Rhea never did nothing to do or came out of her neck sideways at you. She was always cool when you came into Rio’s life, and got married and now you struggled to decide if you wanted to go through with the divorce. Right now you were still legally married but living in two different houses. Christopher didn’t enjoy that much but he did whatever you wanted for right now to keep you stress free.

You could use this pregnancy to your advantage for this man to leave you the fuck alone and it was working when you wanted it to. However you were seven months pregnant and approaching birth soon and you had to get some help. You had to figure out what the two of you wanted to do but you got so exhausted with Christopher’s bullshit so this was the time where you didn’t want to talk to him. Didn’t want to be near him or anything like that. He just needed to keep his distance and he did most of the time until he was popping up whenever he felt like it to check on you and the house.

“You’re still my wife, mama.”

“Yeah, that’s what the papers say but I thought your scrawny ass forgot.” You sarcastically replied.

Rio folded his hands in front of himself, “see you and that lip always gets you into trouble.”

“And that’s why you’re still here, dealing with it.” You loved going back and forth with Rio, watching any signs in his face to let you know you were getting on his nerves as much as he was on yours.

It was always subtle and almost hard to miss. Usually he always kept his cool but if he was having a hard time with business and came back to check on you just to hear you running your mouth, he was gonna let you know one way or another. So perhaps living away while you were pregnant was good for the both of you, but now your little one would be here soon so you had to get your shit together as a couple or not.

It was clear that Rio didn’t want to end this marriage. He didn’t get the chance to legally marry Rhea but that wasn’t something she wanted in the first place so she thanked god that he never did ask her to sign anything but he wanted this to work. He was sure about you despite the issues with his business getting in the mix but he wanted you by his side as his wife and mother of his child. He even proposed therapy but you shot that down, not wanting someone random getting in your marriage.

“So it’s fine if Rhea sends us to this questionnaire bullshit for money instead of going to actual professionals?” Rio eyed the crew that hooked him up to wires before glancing down at you.

You gave him the hand, “let me see how this goes and then we’ll talk. Don’t make my blood pressure go up.”

Rio chuckled to himself, knowing you probably wanted to live out some reality tv fantasy but knew what would be said was anything but scripted. He wasn’t holding back a single thing and that he did not.

“If you could prescribe me one thing to do for the rest of this month, what would it be and why?” Rio read to you, sitting up straight.

Sighing you said, “anything that requires you to be home with your family. Just relax.”

“I do that already mama, I make time. I did that for months when Elizabeth shot me.” He addressed making you widen your eyes and cover them.

He laughed as he said this so causal and the fact that you were shocked that he said this like it was nothing. He didn’t care if they edited this out or not but this was just a normal conversation between the two of you, it wouldn’t be any different in therapy if you agreed to go.

“Yeah but I don’t want you to relax based on consequence.” You redirected, “you should make it part of your routine like you do tennis and golfing and not when you just need a break. It’ll be better for you and gives you more time to spend with Marcus.”

“And you and the baby.” He summarized.

You dipped your head.

Rio thought about it and decided, “yeah I could do that mama. I am a business man and you’re my business so I’ll do it for your sake.”

[utakoi]

Office Yandere HCs

Pairings: Assistant!Izuku Midoriya, Investor!Shoto Todoroki, Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso x Boss!Fem!reader

Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to be the boss of some office yanderes and basically have a harem? Well, look no further, cause here it is!

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!! (spunking in food + masturbation + dirty thoughts + oral), yandere themes (noncon)

A/N: Bc my brain kept me up at night with this concept and has made it’s final decision on turning a one shot I was in the middle of writing into a series, I decided to write some messy hcs to take a lil breather from long works (evn tho this is kinda long already). Also, if you think this is the last you’ll hear about office yanderes, no no no, I have some other thoughts for other characters

Assistant!Midoriya Izuku

He is over the moon to hold a position that’s the closest to you

Out of your entire yandere office harem, he gets to spend the most time with you

He also definitely has an advantage since he practically schedules your entire day

For example, Shoto constantly tries to schedule one-on-one meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business, but Izuku cock blocks him by filling your day with a bunch of other events in order to make the meetings as short as possible, and sometimes, even cuts them out completely

He doesn’t like doing it often tho since he knows you can get too stressed with too much going on so he reluctantly has to give away some time for you to meet with the other yanderes (he’s still kind of a sweet and considerate bby as a yandere)

Will not give you personal space

Stands close to you during meetings, constantly visits your office to work (even tho his personal office is right next to yours), etc etc

Even if you don’t ask him to, he will fetch your meals and give you snacks throughout the day because he wants to take care of you and show how sweet he is (also because he wants you to imagine how good of a boyfriend he’d be if you just gave him a chance)

Now let’s get to the part that just popped up into my mind and inspired this entire post: if he can hide his cum somewhere in your food, he will do it

That coffee he gave you that tasted a little salty? Izuku spunked inside it.

The sandwich he bought that seemed to have more mayo than usual? He spunked in that, too

Whatever you think doesn’t taste right, it’s definitely because of Izuku

// // // // //

Izuku is thankful for his job because of two specific things: he gets to interact with you for most of the day and his office has a built in personal bathroom.

If he were to be forced to use the regular employee restroom, his lewd acts would have been exposed immediately by anyone who happened to walk in; he was never the best at holding his moans and grunts while jacking himself off after all.

In the privacy of his own bathroom, he could be as loud as he wants with both his breathy, pleasure-ridden voice and the slick sounds of him stroking his lube-covered cock. In fact, he’s even trying to be as loud as possible. 

Since your office is right next to his, there’s a small chance that you may be able to hear him through the walls. He can visualize you entering his office, concern decorating your features, wondering what he could possibly be doing to make such noises. If you were to open his bathroom door, you’d be met by the sight of Izuku sitting on the lid of the toilet, his hand vigorously pumping up and down his shaft. 

And he wouldn’t stop.

He’d just keep going, all the while staring at you right in the eye. He wonders what you’d do then. Would you just stay frozen at your spot, being unable to take your eyes off of him? Or maybe you’d get on your knees, completely turned on and ready to have a taste of his cum? What if you were actually more dominant than he thought and you’d just dig your heels into his dick, punishing him for slacking off his job by not letting him find release?

Fuck, any of those scenarios would be fine by him. 

Unfortunately, as he gets close to reaching his peak, you don’t come into his office at all. That’s alright, though.

He’ll just settle with spunking into your coffee, for now.

Investor!Shoto Todoroki

Needs your attention

Like I said earlier, Shoto will keep trying to schedule meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business 

really, he just wants to spend time with you

During the meetings, he will also try to convince you to fire Izuku so that he can get rid of who he deems as someone deliberately keeping the two of you apart (which, for once, is a pretty spot on theory from Shoto)

Will try to spoil you with gifts and make excuses or pass it off as a casual thing so you don’t reject it or deem it as inappropriate for a workplace relationship

The beautiful bouquet of flowers? He was buying flowers for his mother on the way over and  the flower shop had a 2 for 1 deal so why not?

These gourmet chocolates? A fellow business partner of his gave him a box as thanks for his investment. Unfortunately, he’s allergic to one of the ingredients, but it would just be a waste to throw them out, no?

This exquisite diamond necklace? weLL-

You get the point (also, these gifts are definitely inspired by romance movies he saw his sister watching while growing up cuz oof he did not know any means of romance until he met you)

He aims to schedule his meetings with you around lunch time so that he has an excuse to treat you for lunch

He loves providing for you AKA he loves providing for you and showing off how he has the means to take care of you (much like Izuku)

If you were to become his wife, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life

You can just stay at home and relax

Maybe you can even cook him breakfast and pack lunch for him before he works

That’s basically his dream

He wants you to stay home, waiting for your sweet husband to come back from work

Basically, he’ll take care of your every need, and he means EVERY need

// // // // //

It’s one of those nights again.

Shoto can’t sleep because he’s plagued by thoughts of you. Today, you weren’t able to meet him for lunch because you already had a flood of other appointments to attend (he was willing to bet his entire fortune that it’s because of your stupid assistant’s scheduling that you weren’t able to make it). 

So, needless to say, he was pent up. He can only hop that you fall in love with him sooner. Did his charms just not work on you? Do you not like the cool stoic type? Maybe he just wasn’t giving you the right gifts. Were they not expensive enough to impress you? Not expensive enough to show he could provide for you?

He knows he can take care of you so well. You would never have to work another day in your life. You can just stay home, surrounded by luxurious gifts and servants who’ll be at your beck and call while you wait for his return. 

And once he actually did come home after a long day of work? You’d be bathed in affection. Kisses, hugs, cuddles... and more.

You’d want him just as much as he wants you, right? 

His poor wife, lonely and deprived of the one person she loves for such long hours. He’s got to show that he’s sorry for neglecting you. 

Pushing you down onto the bed, he’d run his hands all over your body, massaging your shoulders, pinching your hardening nipples, brushing over your sensitive thighs... And since he’s also quite needy, he’d be grinding down his still-clothed cock on your pussy, showing off that he’s missed you, too.

Shoto doesn’t even think he’d have the patience to take off your clothes. He’d just keep dry humping you, desperate for his own release. The thin cloth preventing the both of you from making actual skin-on-skin contact would make such great friction. He can practically feel it now.

... And yup, the feeling was definitely not just from his imagination. Without even needing to glance down, Shoto already knows that his thoughts of you has caused him to pop a boner. 

Hopefully, a quick jerk off session can tire him out enough to fall asleep, but with how much his hard cock throbbed, he doubted it.

Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso

2nd most envied out of your office harem for his job (he’s right next to Izuku)

Why? Well 1 - he gets one on one time with you daily and 2 - that one on one time is him and you in an enclosed space

Sure, he may not get as much time with you as the others, but he sure makes the best use of it

He’ll be chatting you up, getting to know you personally in order to make the atmosphere less awkward between the two of you (tbh, because he gives off standoffish and cold vibes, y’all are gonna be kinda tense when he’s just gotten his job as a chauffeur)

and he does it so discreetly

He’ll start the conversation of lightly, talking about the weather, how busy you’re going to be that day...

and then somehow it just transitions onto friendlier and more personal topics such as your favorite places to eat, what hobbies you’ve been trying out lately, etc

And he uses that info to his advantage

If he senses that you’re feeling stressed or down, he will drive you over to your favorite places and remind you that you should relax

But not only does he get brownie points for that, but would you really be so mean as to make him wait for you while you eat a meal or walk around the mall when he’s the one who’s trying so hard to cheer you up?

Of course not, you’re going to invite him and thank him for considering how you’re feeling

And if not, well, that’s okay, too, he understands (so long as he gets his brownie points)

As the boss of your own company, you’d often be asked out to meetings or social gatherings that involve drinking

Shinso’s always there whenever you get shit faced, and happily so

You’re drunk and you’re not gonna remember it the next morning, anyway... so why would he waste such a golden opportunity?

// // // // //

Shit, you feel great on his body.

Currently, Shinso is living out one of the best moments of his life. He’d come to pick you up from a drinking session with some investors and was ecstatic to find you drunk out of your mind. Hell, you could barely even slur out your orders for him to drive you home. Now, you’re pressed up against him as he holds you up and guides you to the car. 

Testing out the waters, he cheekily squeezes the flesh of your ass. If you were conscious enough to reprimand him for it, then he could easily just apologize and pass it off as an accident since you were stumbling around so much. 

And if you didn’t mention anything... well then, that was the single indicator he needed to know that you wouldn’t remember anything once you woke up in the morning. 

To his delight, you barely reacted to his touch and even let out a high-pitched giggle at his actions. As quickly as he possibly could, he opens up the back of the limousine and pushes you inside. You plop down onto the seat with a huff, completely inebriated. 

You don’t even register when Shinso crawls in and nudges himself in between your legs. 

When the door slams shut, you flinch a little, prompting Shinso to massage your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. He gazes at you lovingly as you look down at him with your dilated pupils. Fuck, you look way too innocent and adorable for what he’s about to do. 

Quick with his hands, he pulls down your waistband and completely exposes your sex. Before diving into his meal, he places light kisses that trail from your calf all the way up to your thighs. He wishes he could leave marks on your skin, but he wouldn’t want you to panic the next morning when you see clusters of purple and blue spread out all over your legs. 

He eats you out like a man starved, slobbering all over your pussy. All the while, you’re making such cute noises for him. When you gush all over his face, he’s happily lapping it all up, trying not to waste a single drop. 

Once you’ve come down, he dresses you back up as if nothing happened, which, in your mind tomorrow, nothing did. 

Shinso hesitates when he’s about to slide the panties back onto you. Maybe he could get away with just a little souvenir?

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Before I Let Go

Written for @soufcakmistress

Paris glided through the door of her shared apartment with a bounce in her step, her congested decorative keychain jingling with every sway and pump of her chubby arms. "Aeeh! Aehh! Aehhh!" Tongue out, she slid. She had the music inside of her along with a lil bit of drank. It had been a beautiful Sunday afternoon with the company of all her best ladies over brunch at the tap house and the good hadn't ended.. she was loose and tipsy, hot and ready like a pizza.. ready to be smacked, flipped, and rubbed down. She needed to be with her hunk of man in the biblical sense now before her period came roaring back to cockblock. It was due in a few days, both she and Erik had the cycle memorized.

The apartment smelled of Passion Fruit Fabuloso when she stepped inside, her favorite kind of Fabuloso and she paused to inhale deeply. She started to sing praises to the most high in her alto choir voice as she sat Erik's food bag from the tap house on the counter. 

"This man, this man..," she sang breaking out into an impromptu shout toward the couch. "I'm a fuck this man so wild he won't piss straight for a weeeek. He don't know, he don't know!"

"The fuck?" He looked up from the tv, humored, and her hand went up in the air jingling keys as she moved her hips. She loved this man and it deserved a dance.

"Erik," she called for his attention though he was already watching her like she was crazy. He kissed his teeth.

"Go to sleep, Paris."

"It's 2:30 in the afternoon! Look look.."

"Girl.." His hand rose in attempt to calm her so he could watch football in peace as he'd been.

"Ain't no girl. Don't girl me, nigga. I'll drop all this ass on you right now."

He'd fucked up by cleaning the house. Plus she was litty six titties AND ovulating?

She had to find the perfect song on her phone cranking it up as she Mary J Bliged directly in front of him ignoring his attempt to watch the tv behind her.

"And I really love youuuu!" She sang it like she wrote it blocking the screen on purpose. He swatted at her thigh with the gentlest push trying to coax her outta the way but she grabbed the sides of his face to steal his attention. "You should knooow!" She let go to dance. "I wanna make sure I'm riight boy." She had to boop his nose. "Before I let go." He dropped his head back on the cushion.

"Paris." He wasn't having it.

She two-stepped out of the way to find the kitchen was spotless, the floor was mopped, the carpet was vacuumed and she whimpered in joy nearly in happy tears. The eyelet lace jacket she'd worn to brunch was now off and on that freshly vacuumed floor, shoes coming off and in hand. Her jeans were slung over a chair. "Before I let you GOOOOO," she wailed dancing to the back of the couch to hug her man from behind, her arms around his thick smooth neck. "OOOOOOOH.. I WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER LET YOU GO BEFORE I GO."  

"You a lil more than tipsy..," his head finally rolled back for a small peck of a kiss during the commercial break. She slipped her whole tongue in his mouth and he jumped, shocked. Her hands locked under his chin to hold him in place as she sucked his tongue out of his mouth like some ramen noodles. He tried to talk when she stopped to bite his lip, his eyes still wide in shock.

"I'm in a good mood," Paris giggled noting his expression. "Keep me happy like this and you might get this treatment more often."

"..Nah it's the liquor. What you been sippin on, and why don't we have it in the house?" His hands went up to play in the curly ponytail behind her head pulling her back in.

"Noo, I swear. It's you baby," Paris grinned sliding her hands down his thin white tshirt feeling his chest through the fabric. Coming back up she squeezed his specs and ran her tongue over his cheek to his ear biting his lobe. He bit his lip before the game returning to the screen reclaimed his attention.

"The game back on," he shifted lifting his hips. Paris didn't care about the game, she loved the way he smelled.. like black soap. His skin was so buttery and dewy.. better than her skin. She kissed all over his sleek neck and his cheek and forehead from behind the couch, rubbing on his shoulders.

"Men always have better skin.." She could see him licking his lips. His chest was raising along with his hips, legs unconsciously parting. She rubbed the skin of her face against his beard. It needed to be lined up pretty damn badly but she liked him scruffy with the lil disconnected gaps too. He was just sexy to her.

Her hand slipped into his boxers and he didn't blink or move or look down but she got a hand full of half hard dick and began to tug and stroke it upward, slowly and firmly, edging him until the next commercial break.

"Let me find out I found the recipe to your freak cuz you don't typically act like this," Erik grinned. He was right. He was typically the one to initiate.

"You just got me feeling like Jodeci," Paris grinned rounding the couch to move to his lap. "And all those mimosas made me feel frisky." She kissed and licked up his neck again to get him involved and it worked because his hands stroked her lower back down to her ass, rubbing her cheeks in circles. "I had to wait all the way until I got home, and now I want my dick."

"Oh yeah?" He liked that. Paris moved to her knees in front of the couch to take what was naturally hers, putting him in her already salivating mouth as he sat back with his arms behind his head. His attention turned fully to her when the first wet slobbering noise came forth and he saw she wasn't playing with him. He watched her bob and twist drooling and spitting webs of clear saliva, the soundtrack more musical to his ears than any Beyonce track. He fought the urge to put his hand on her head, liking just how she did it. He didn't want to change it or make her stop. Then she came up, mouth and chin dripping and kissed him full on like she had when he wasn't expecting it before. He closed his eyes and let her take him.

"You ain't ever kissed me like that, when you were behind the couch my ass felt like Mary Jane kissing Spiderman..," he shook his head in disbelief of her behavior. "I was the girl.. and I liked it.."

Tickled, Paris reclaimed her position on his lap, climbing forward with her knees to get comfortable as he slid down his kick around sweatpants. They were old and dingy, meant for laying around. They fell to his ankles along with his boxers and Paris held herself up to center her body as he held his dick in place. She hovered, but didn't sit. He tried to pull her but she giggled, standing and confusing him.

"What you doing," he frowned.

"Hold up I wanna try a new position. Lay down the long way.. Just lay down," she yelled when he still looked just as confused.

She stepped up onto the couch cushion, balancing to straddle him with her legs as she looked down on him. He held his dick for her again, waiting for her to squat down only she didn't. He saw her elbow rise as she jumped and with new fear in his eyes he rolled and hit the floor in the knick of time before her elbow could clunk him in the face.

"That's a murder attempt."

"You saying that cuz I'm fat? Yo ass hit that floor," her chest bounced as she wheezed.

"You ain't shit." He pulled himself up holding onto the couch and rushed her, wrapping his arms around her full thighs to hoist her up and suplex her right on the couch. She blew out with her wind knocked out. "You done?" He wasn't, he pinned her firmly. He was in wrestling mode and ready.

Paris had to catch her breath for a second.

"Yeah.. Yeah, I'm done," she breathed looking him over for a place to attack. She found it, yanking Erik down across her so he had to grip the back of the couch for stability. She slapped his ass hard. She tried to kick her legs out to get up and was held down by her neck. He let go to drag her off the couch to the floor but it was enough to turn Paris on even more than before. She kicked at his hands and he came down on her to pin her as she struggled against his weight.

"You done," he asked again, eyes alight.

She grunted trying to get free. She was able to roll to her hands and knees and back her ass into his hips. He paused and when she looked back with a face of innocence he smirked.

"Look at you," he grinned slyly watching her reach back between her thighs to grab his dick and aim it at her sugar hole.

"Don't move, I'm a fuck you." She pushed back on it and threw her ass back, clapping against him with every throw holding nothing back as she bit her lip, eyes rolling. "Shiiid," she moaned as her ass collided with his torso once again. "Stop moving!"

Every other time she'd connect, he'd thrust and go a lil deeper it felt like though it was likely the same depth since she could and loved to take him all. She felt so full and he was adding to that feeling, his fingers digging, clutching into, and pulling on her curly ponytail. It came off in his hand and he threw it.. grabbing the little nub of a bun it was attached to. He pulled and pushed her head as he thrusted, riding her like he was racing stripes.

Though he tried, he couldn't hide how close he was to nutting. Paris knew he'd try to get her to cum just so he could have pride in not finishing first.

"YA," he yelled with a crisp slap against her jiggling ass cheek, right across the top. "I feel you. Come on that dick."

"You first, cum in that pussy. You like it? You like this pussy, baby?"

"Fuck.."

"Cum in that pussy. Go 'head cum.." She threw her ass continuously pulling his soul with every withdraw. "CUM," she commanded feeling the familiar warm feeling flood her guts dripping out slowly. Only then did she too cum.

He got up to sit on the couch, head back to take a deep breath collecting himself. He whooshed out air in the meantime and then his eyes popped open wide..

"SHIT.... SHIT SHIT you ovulating....." It was a statement he was waiting for her to refute but she didn't. He knew her calendar as well as she did, playing stupid.

"You knew that."

"I wasn't thinking..."

That's a lie, Paris thought.

"Relax I'll get the pill. It's cool."

"You ain't gotta go right now.. Damn.. I wasn't thinking!"

"Me neither really, I be in the moment." In reality Paris didn't care one way or another if she were to get pregnant or not and as much as he pretended, he didn't care either. She wasn't going to quit getting nutted in and she didn't like the forms of birth control she'd tried. Pregnancy was almost inevitable. She grabbed for his dick again ready to warm up for round two.

"Uh uh," he snickered. "Hell no, I just nutted all up inside you."

"Mhm I want you to do it again."

Instantly he was hard. She didn't ask, she took it, sitting on his dick and bouncing. His eyes rolled back briefly. She didn't give a fuck about a pill. In her mind she decided she may not even take one. For what? He wasn't going anywhere either way whether he knew it or not. He'd adjust to the changes if they came. And if not, well.. she'd just fuck him again until he could.

The End.

[shinsouskitten]

Okay so hc’s of Hawks, Dabi, Bakugo, and Shinsou with an outta pocket s/o plz! She just oozes crackhead energy and says the most funniest most wildest shit. (Hawks:*teasing her* S/O: Ah, so you think cuz your balls drag across the floor, you got jokes huh? ☺️) Sis could come up with the most immaculate of roasts (S/O: Mineta, you waste of sperm! I will rip your spine outta your ass and make it into fine China before sending it to your parents 😡) and do the dumbest things just cuz she wants to (Monoma’s on his bullshit and S/O just suplexes him without saying a single word). Imagine their faces when she breaks the fourth wall a couple of times, says some freaky shit with a straight face, or she’ll just go “Nope” and jump out of a window with no hesitation (she don’t care how high the drop is, she heading out). Need them to be with someone who just has “I woke up and chose violence” energy.

I POSTED IT TO THE WRONG ASK 😭😭😭 i still have the other request saved on the actual document so at least i didnt completely fuck it up

still, im gonna go cry in a corner so brb

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i had a stroke reading this 😅

but like i read this out to my buddy @grapefantaenby and we both were like BRO I LOVE THAT, even if my writing of it is subpar at best lol

also that m*neta insult is actual perfection. might send it to my ex

Warnings: chaos, some swear words, m*neta exists 🤮

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Hawks/Keigo Takami: 

🍗 Keigo loves it

🍗 He especially loved when the two are you are partnered up, simply because of how terrified the villains are when they see you. You’re not even that scary, they just have no idea what you’re going to do

🍗 You could either decide your weapon of choice that day is a chair, or take a bag of popcorn from a nearby store and just sit there eating it while Hawks does his job (heroes don’t steal so Keigo always makes sure to go back to the store and pay for you if you forget)

🍗 He’s used to you jumping out of random windows. He was absolutely terrified the first time, and jumped straight after you to catch you, but now he just sends a bunch of his feathers to make sure you make it to the ground safely 

🍗 You don’t bend over and accept everything the commission asks you to do, and it’s quite common for them to demand that Hawks keep an eye on you to ensure you don’t get into too much trouble. It’s also quite common for you to just walk out mid meeting with a middle finger to the rest of the conference room and a scream that you want food

🍗 The fourth wall breaks. Oh God the fourth wall breaks. Hawks literally just stand there like ‘what the fuck’ when you turn to an empty piece of sidewalk and mutter something about villains being too hot for their own good (legit thinks for a moment you mean temperature-wise, but is still confused anyway)

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki:

💙🔥 Oh boy. If there’s one thing that gets on Dabi’s nerves it’s chaotic individuals. He deals with Toga and Twice on a daily basis, so you’d think he’d know how to tone out the craziness. Alas, he does not

💙🔥 Sometimes he wants to throw you against the wall and just tell you to shut up for a goddamn second, and other times he wants to praise you for showing some low level villain that the league was not to be messed with. Maybe you did it with an insult about his mother, but it still worked, and the villain left you with an apology quickly enough

💙🔥 Not that Dabi would ever actually tell anyone that he thought they did a good job, so he usually just ignores you, attempting to stay out of your way (he also doesn’t really want you to insult his mother)

💙🔥 Eventually he becomes more accustomed to your… uniqueness, and occasionally you actually manage to get a half smile from him with one of your numerous insults aimed towards Shigaraki. They can get pretty creative

💙🔥 If Dabi is ever at odds with the rest of the league for some reason (there’s not really a reason, he’s just being Dabi), they - usually mom Kurogiri - sends you in an attempt to cheer him up. If you don’t manage to cheer him up, you still manage to annoy him enough to force him back to the rest of them. Either way it works out

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Katsuki Bakugou:

💥 ‘Wow you’re annoying’ is the first thing Bakugou thinks when he meets you (he should meet himself) so he plans to just ignore you. After all, he’s not there to make friends. He’s there to be the best hero

💥 Annoyingly, even with your naturally chaotic energy, you still manage to stay right on his toes. That’s what finally gets him to notice you (notice me senpai), and to his frustration, you’re barely even trying to beat him, and yet you manage to remain hot on his heels

💥 He’s surprised you’re not suspended from all the shit you pull, but you always manage to get yourself out of trouble one way or another. Even if that way is jumping out of a second story window and claiming they can’t kick you out when you’re injured (how that actually works he has no idea)

💥 He’s wanted to throw a chair at that stupid copycat Monoma since he first met him, so when you actually throw a chair at the guy, Bakugou laughs. Like really laughs. Kirishima thought he might’ve been possessed for a moment, but Monoma’s expression when he finally got back up was priceless

💥 It takes a while but he slowly manages to respect your skill as a hero - as much as King Explosion Murder can respect anyone. And even though your personality is… unusual, you’re not Deku, so he can deal with you

💥 Besides, anyone who can and will suplex Monoma without any warning is a worthy friend for him

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Hitoshi Shinsou:

💜 The first time he met you, you were screaming like a banshee running through the halls of school, chasing after a small purple speck some way off in the distance. He didn’t get involved

💜 He saw you next being held apart from Bakugou with help from Aizawa’s scarf. You were screaming again, but this time at least you sounded human. He heard something about an ‘angry pomeranian’ before he decided to leave you to it

💜 You’re part of 1A, so Shinsou doesn’t pay you much mind other than the infuriating need to prove himself to everyone that ever doubted him. He’s surprised when you don’t act like the others in your class, and first gets to talk to you after you barrel into him in the hallways mid lesson (you were both skipping so he didn’t call you out on it)

💜 He asked if you were okay, and your exasperated response of ‘Bakugou’ explained enough for him. You sat together for a while. Okay, you refused to get up from the floor. He got tired of standing and decided to join you

💜 You get your first smile from him after you’re almost caught by a teacher looking for you, when you grab his hand and make a mad dash to a darkened classroom currently unused by anyone else

💜 Your first laugh comes when you flip off Denki after he tried one of his many pickup lines on you. The blond’s reaction was great, and Shinsou couldn't help but chuckle at how you managed to twist Denki’s pickup line into some distorted insult to his… nether regions

💜 Your chaos is a nice contrast to how nonchalant Shinsou usually is. You bring some much needed joy to the purple haired insomniac, and he helps to calm you down when your usual energy might be unneeded in certain situations. You know what they say; opposites attract