#sike yes i'm continuing this

[therowdymagpie]

The Main 6 as AJR songs(pt.2): The Neotheater

A/N: Continuing this series with "The Neotheater", my favouite album AJR has released so far. I have to be honest, this round was a bit more difficult in regards to finding good songs for everyone but nonetheless here it goes:(spoilers for all routes of course)

Asra: Turning Out ii

At this point I could honestly match Asra with the entire Turning out trilogy. With all the underlying messages about love that you can pinpoint from how they act in every route, can you blame me? Turning out's themes really match tragically with Asra's story, how they handled being there to help MC and how that affected them.

One of Pt. ii's main messages is about attaching yourself to the idea of loving someone so much that by the end you have no idea if you actually love them for who they are or just the feelings that come with that.

And if you think about Asra's connection to the lyrics and the Mc it makes a lot of sense:

Now in absolutely no shape, way or form am I saying that Asra doesn't love the Apprentice. He moved LITERAL REALMS and struck one of the sketchiest of deals to bring the person he cared about the most back, giving HALF.HIS.HEART as exchange for them. Then, even when he realised that person couldn't even remember him anymore, even then, he stayed by their side and practically taught them how to be a human being from scratch just to give them a second chance to live again.

Asra ,before the events of the game, was always worried about whether the Apprentice would remember and secretly hoped that they could go back to how they were before the Plague, all the while having to lie to protect MC's feelings and mind. They clung into that hope so much, but that hope was the idea of a love that they can never really get back to and that will never be the same.

I think it's a very interesting concept to wonder about : Asra loving who the Apprentice used to be and that just reinforcing loving who they are now, but in the beginning just, like the lyrics suggest, loving "the idea of them"(especially if Asra has also considered this and thought about it).

Break your heart (ha)In the end all Asra can do now that the Apprentice is back is watch and, despite how sorry they are for all that's happened, try to love the way they "turn out" and grow now that they can make desicions for themselves and experience the world again (even if they won't "love it much at all" in Lucio's route XD).

Nadia: Finale (Can't Wait to see What you do Next)

The Finale is one of the most soul-clenching and melodically complex songs this band has released for me personally, so it's not surprising that it represents Nadia so much. I feel like all the lyrics fit with the different aspects of her life and story incredibly well.

One of the biggest worries in Nadia's mind are her capabilities as a leader and how her actions will affect her citizens and paint her to the eyes of everyone else. Ever since she left her home in Prakra she wanted to prove to her family and to herself that she is capable of doing great things without the help of anyone else.

And when she got that opportunity, she was stifled during the Plague by Lucio, her independence and ideas bottled up. She went to Vesuvia and married the Count, setting the goal of helping the city and in the end standing in the sidelines while he was reducing it to ruin, justyfying her fears and inhibitions.

That is apparent, especially if you imagine the people of Vesuvia as the chorus that's in the background of the song(and at the back of her head), claiming how they need her. There is so much expectation in Nadia's mind in how people are always watching and believe in her and it becomes a driving force to keep her going since she thinks she has to earn that faith everyday.

Small pause to just mention that these lyrics perfectly describe how Nadia may have felt waking up from her coma, realising that she has to step into the role of Countess. Even down to the memory loss part and her not being able to "remember how she got here".

The song has a lot nods to the theme of finally reaching a certain point of achievement which comes with the fear of not being able to maintain it. This really reflects Nadia's attitude to her role and responsibilities, while the final musical swell gives an optimistic outlook on the future: Her people will believe in her no matter what she does next...

Julian: Karma

I love Karma for Julian for several reasons. The song is all about the disappointing reality that sometimes no matter the amount of effort you put in being good and doing your best, life just won't repay you for it, there's no Karma to be found for all your good actions, just this empty feeling of melancholy.

For all the Martyr syndrome Julian possesses and as much as he tries to convince people that he's a bad person, there is more to it that just trying to punish himself. There's always the hidden frustration that ties into not being enough. He can't understand why all the good he does never comes back to him. Why no matter how hard he tries, the amount of people he helps and all the burdens he keeps shouldering for everyone else, he's still alone and stressed out and just can't seem to shed off all the negative stuff in his life.

This especially ties back to when he was a doctor during the Red Plague. He tried and tried and spent so much time in that lab underneath the Palace, slaving away with Valdemar over his shoulder trying to figure out a cure. And even when he did, he came back and got condemned for trying to save everyone.

Yet he still tries to protect everyone despite all the toll it's taking on him, "lamenting the load while he carries it" as Portia puts it. The whole song has this really frantic energy, bouncing from one sentence to another, it feels like a spiral, completely matching the back and forth he does with wanting to be free, ask for help and be loved or going back to thinking he actually is guilty and sacrificing himself for everyone else.

These lyrics could also refer to Julian's relationship with the Apprentice during his route. The MC is this person he feels such a profound connection with, someone he wants to keep close and express discontent to but knows has to keep away, even when the MC tries to convince him that he's enough and can do better.

At the same time, there's this irony in the song about referring to and venting all these frustrations to a "Doctor" or therapist to give you answers on when you will finally receive something good in your life, which is also a great parallel.

In the end, Julian wonders if it's actually worth keeping up what in his mind is this "persona" of the good person everyone knows he is or just succumb into the role of the villain he's been led to believe he is by his thoughts and his own self-doubt.

…Is it actually worth being good, if it doesn't even matter in the end? If he's just doomed by design to be stuck in the same place over and over again?

Muriel: Break My Face

Choosing for Muriel, "Break your face" seemed the most appropriate to connect him with. A thematic of overcoming adversity and accepting all the ways life has roughened you up, seeing the worth and strength in all the times you've been hurt? It's literally perfect.

(Maybe not that much lyric-ways but the main message is very relative)

Muriel, you can tell, has so much self-confidence and self-love issues that stem from all the trauma he had to indure in his younger years, both living at the docks and later on in the Colussium. All this time having to act like an executioner for Lucio's entertainment, have messed up so much of his psyche in regards to how he views himself and how others see him.

And even after all that he went through he even made sure people forgot about him entirely, he didn't want to be remembered for that part of his life that hurt him so badly, essentially sealing his face from everyone else.

He spent so much time chastizing his scars, his build, hating everything that possibly could make him look threatening to someone, tying it into the whole "monster" narrative everyone formed around him(you are beautiful Muri don't do to yourself).

It's the whole reason he's willing to take, at this point, anything life gives him yet still thinks he's undeserving of it.

It's only after he meets the Apprentice that he finds out, there's a lot of beauty within him unrelated to how he looks and that there's so much to be proud of in the ways you have survived. He finally accepts that it's worth the risk to get hurt sometimes, it's always you in the end...it's still you and you aren't defined by your scars.

This man has been torn down by the world around him and has gotten through a lot of rough times, but no matter what, in the end of his story he can make sure that the face he stares at the mirror is just a face, his face and he's loved for it.

Sidenote: As for this, it's just 100% Muriel behaviour. This gentle giant takes no fibbin' from anyone and doesn't care for your fancy words and condecending attitude, no matter who you are, he will give you a death glare if you annoy him enough, which....fair.

I also want to make a small mention to "100 bad Days" for including coming to terms with all the rough times in your life and accepting them.

Portia: Next Up Forever

Honestly Next-up Forever is such a good fit for Portia and the entirety of her character development on her route. All it's lyrics refer to something in your life holding you back from taking that final step and move on from what everyone expects of you which is honestly all you can see from her in the duration of trying to solve the Mystery of the Count's death at first.

At the start of hers and other's routes, Portia is constanly overshadowed and her actions are more commonly the result of who she is to someone else. Everyone goes around her, barely giving any mind to what she wants and making her desicions for her.

Also the lines "My God, are you growing without me?" for Julian and "Somebody help me, (somebody, help me)" for the Apprentice are just so tragic and perfect.

There are all these things keeping her back from everything she wants to experience: Being a handmaiden to Nadia, helping free and clear her brother's name, constanly making sure the Palace is running smoothly and wearing that happy mask on her face at all times, leave her restricted to live vicariously through her adventure books in second place.

It's only when the Apprentice convinces her that she is more than everything she does for others, listens to her and acknowledges what she wants out of life, standing by her side, that she recognises she has to put herself first and sets out to find out what she actually wants and who she is.

I especially love this verse connecting the beginning and the end of her journey. In the beginning Portia first sailed from Nevivon trying to find her brother and make it somewhere else for once and in the end after all she's gone through sailing again in a much more encouraging note finally buying the ship of her dreams and setting forward to actually have all the adventure she's always craved.

Portia's story is one of self-discovery and defining youself in spite of everyone else, shining though and proving that no matter all the things that hold you back you can stop standing by and delaying going the next step forward, in the end making it damn bigger than you thought you ever could for everyone to see.

Lucio: The Entertainment's Here

If I could associate every song on the album with the Goatman I would…The Neotheater is all in all very Lucio in character, having to do with the themes of fame, the fear of getting forgotten and not wanting to grow up just to name a few, but "The Entertainment's Here" just fitted the best.

Hmmm…hates being bored, doesn't make plans, not using your head, blatantly avoiding the task at hand, any guesses folks?

Lucio genuinely believed that by constantly hosting Masquerades and parties he made Vesuvia better and that everyone should focus on all the fun that was going around when he was Count. I can honestly see him saying these lyrics unironically, it fits so much with him trying to cover up with the illusion of just another event.

There's this constant mention of Entertainment and distraction all throughout: The first, middle and end verses all include it and grasp your attention and move it away from the problematic confessions being said at the same time. Specifically, every time a confession about the fear of thinking for too long is mentioned.

Like I’ve stated before Lucio is a complex written character and he's not as dense as people make him out to be: The man knows he's done mistakes, he just can't come to accept them or acknowledge them because he has this image of greatness he needs to keep up. So "he can't be bored" because that way he has to get back in his head and he hates that.

Lucio doesn't do the things he does just to distract everyone else, he also does them to distract himself from his past mistakes and insecurities. He parades and hypes up his life with that notion of constant Entertainment, movement and fun because he can't afford to stop for a second and let all his thoughts catch up to him.

He NEEDS theEntertainment, the distractions the adoration, the reassurances or else his mind stays still for too long and the thoughts of inadequacy, faults, abandonment all resurface and they are terrifying.... So again, he reverts to what he knows how to do best and doesn't deal with any of it since no one’s ever taught him to.

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can you people tell i tried to get this out on Julian's birthday and failed👁👁

[argreion]

Cuts and Band-aids

Val Here — So, uh, stupid self-indulgent fluff? I really badly just want to have a domestic life with Leon, you don't understand. I need to be stupid and laugh at his shitty dad jokes. Then play with his hair and fall asleep with cuddles. I am a simple woman, am sorry guys… Also going off Google with this.

(Also Tumblr decided to hide this for an hour so uh... Yeah, that happened. 😭 Am I making a big deal out of it? Yes. That shit literally scared me.)

Warnings — None, just fluff. And slightly OOC Leon, cause I like goofy Leon. Ok, maybe pretty OOC Leon but I think Domestic Leon and Mission Leon are pretty different ngl… Also, shit writing too, dialogue isn't my strong suit. 😭

All this started with was cuddling in bed one night, being curious about one simple thing…

“Could I possibly shave your stubble, Leon?” An innocent question, as a gesture of affection towards him; something small and sweet.

Surprising him, as he proceeded to check his phone. Looking over his shoulder with shocked eyes, nodding in response.

“Sure.”

“Am I doing this right?” You asked as you applied shaving cream to the lower half of his face. Sitting up on the bathroom counter, with Leon leaning into you slightly. Watching him appear like a cat, scratched under the chin with a shit-eating grin.

“Mhm, I hope you know the basics of shaving. Do you need some private lessons on this, hm? Do I have to be Mr. Kennedy? Private shaving tutoring with Mr. Kennedy?” Leon purred, allowing you to maneuver his face in whatever way you wished. Feels like a model with a brush on his face, beauty at its finest.

“Uh, I know the thing about the grain. Against the grain?” Ok, maybe you didn't exactly know how to shave. It seemed harder to shave a face, rather than arm hair or leg hair. You didn't even have facial hair, so you had no room to talk in such a department. “How do you do against the grain?”

Aw, you poor, poor thing…

Leon sighed, explaining as you continued to cover his face in shaving cream; with the brush he provided ever so courteously, “'Ight, so, it ain't like shaving an arm. At least in my opinion, 'cause my opinion is absolutely amazing, and you shouldn't put cereal before milk.”

Ok, smart ass, maybe you'll be a lunatic and do milk before cereal… Sike.

“That opinion is shit, and you know it.” You laughed, putting the shaving brush away on the bathroom counter. Watching as Leon proceeded to ready the razor, like a jeweler appraising a diamond. Leon often looked this way when he cleaned his gun.

“Maybe you're the one with a shit opinion, ion know.” He chuckled, sliding the razor into your hand. “There, now it's time for Mr. Kennedy to work his charm and school you on shaving.”

Leon coughed, his face taking on a 'dignified' look as he raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Taking your hand in his, and giving you a hands-on approach toward his shaving.

Gently guiding your hand in a way that went against the way his facial hair grew. A slight sound came from it, and bits of hair following the trail.

“So, miss, what do you notice?” This 'teacher' asked, letting you do the second swipe yourself. Arms crossed over his chest, seemingly pleased with his shit attempt at teaching you.

“That you look very stupid? Or the fact that you missed a spot?” You answered, taking his jaw in your hands to move his face in an appropriate direction. He did, in fact, miss a spot. Poor man's ego probably took a hit.

“Damn it.” Leon sighed, his expression falling as he let his face rest. Letting out a faint hum as he watched your face focus; such care in doing something so simple.

“Seeing you focus is adorable, y'know?” He now said, was he attempting to woo you further? As if cheesy jokes, blanket hogging, and a breakfast lover weren't already enough. Focusing was his new target?

“I'm charmed, but I have a man at home.”

Shaving his face was a little over halfway done, having to do underneath his jaw and possibly his mustache. Seeing Leon raise an eyebrow at you as you began to do underneath his jaw. Oh really, a man at home? Oh my, what could ever be his name?

“I bet I could be better than that man.” Of course, you could be, dumbass. It's literally you.

“I dunno, he's definitely charming, but he's a bit of a... What's the best word? Clod? Dolt? Dumbass?” There were multiple words to describe Leon at points. The way he would burn his mouth when eating, knock things over, clearly need glasses, and proceed to not wear a damned motorcycle helmet. How many times did you yell at him? Then he would proceed to give a sheepish smile, runoff, and come back saying, “So, uh, honey! My motorcycle crashed on the freeway!” Absolute dumbass, but it was sweet. He was sweet.

He was sweeter than honey, almost too sweet. Seeing as he always kissed your knuckles or palms. An aged cat that just wanted to be loved, and love back.

“I bet he's delighted you call him such wonderful names. I'll call you... Amore mio bellissimo.” Leon purred, looking up to catch himself in the mirror. A smile graced his face, alongside a cut. The sudden movement of him moving his face caused the blade of the razor to cut him. Seeing a now thin, bright red mark on his jaw.

Oof, you did a little fuck-up. “Err... Band-aid?” You suggested, face a little uncertain as he brushed a finger over it. “Kind of moved your face, should've learned this now.”

“I know.” It was all he responded with, letting himself stare into his soul. A little creepy, but he often dazed off into his own world. Doing paperwork, before bed, coming from a mission, and when you showered together, too.

“Stop looking gloomy, gumdrop.” Gum drop? That just randomly popped out of your mouth. Ew, you're starting to sound like Leon when he's drunk. Clinging to you like a child, crying that you're so good to him. Delighted and honored, he held you in such a high regard.

“Gumdrop? I've rubbed off on you, honeybun.” He teased, that signature Kennedy toothy smile appearing. Cute little dimples on his face. Damn you.

Why did your face feel warm? A groan came from your lips as he had successfully wooed you in the stupidest ways. Reaching behind you into the band-aid box, feeling around for at least one normal-sized band-aid. Leon, why'd you always buy the big ass ones?

While you did that, Leon finished the rest of his face, splashing water all over his face as he finished. Rubbing underneath his eyes, muttering to himself that he needed to do something with his eye bags. Good, he's distracted...

Maybe you did like to fuck around and find out. Being able to fish out a Hello Kitty band-aid. Heh, you can play the small stupid game of pranks as well. Well, this wasn't exactly a prank. But it usually got a rise out of him in small ways. Pulling the back off and sticking it quickly on his face.

Was he appalled? Possibly, seeing as he stood there for a second. Maybe multiple seconds? Why did a small cold sweat break down your neck as he glanced towards you? Lips pursed as he judged the 'fashion choice' of such a band-aid.

“What's this dog again?” Leon asked, squinting as he turned his face to get a better look. That's right, he didn't even know what Hello Kitty was, did he? It was basically something for girls, and judging by the way he would watch raunchy cartoons. Yeah, he wouldn't know it's Pompompurin. It was too out of his league.

“That, my friend, is Pompompurin. Big name, I know. I botched it, so many times, till a little teenager screamed at me for it.” You laughed, recalling the small memory of it. Pausing as Leon gave a kiss to your cheek. More red blooming on your cheeks. Quick and sly, always the way he was.

“Well, guess I get to have a pee-colored band-aid on my face now, huh? Multiple kinds of hydrated, too.” Duly noted, never introduce you to a dog or Sanrio ever again. Only took ten seconds in, and you had to say something flavorful. No, something you want to slap him respectfully for.

“You always ruin cute things, God damn.” Never got old, you respectfully ruined the other. He got pee-colored band-aids, and you got a drive-by ass-wise. The equal playing field in this relationship.

“You just can't appreciate my art, can you?” He questioned, giving another kiss on your cheek before proceeding with his normal morning routine.

“You can't appreciate the art of me learning to shave your stubble? Not even a thank you?” Reusing his words in a way against him, watching him roll his eyes and meet your gaze.

“Thank you, babe.” Was all he said to make a small smile appear on your face. Earning a kiss on his lips.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, maybe pee colored band-aids are go—”

“Oh, shut the actual fuck up.”

[anniebear-92]

Paw Prints

Am I back quicker than the last time? Why Yes, Yes I am :)

Here comes another part and I'm gonna be honest. I'm enjoying this story and I think I might stretch it into some more parts. Can I get opinions on this? Would you guys like me to continue or end it in the next part? Thinking of posting some Head-cannons for Katsuki's past and your relationship/daily life if anyone's interested. Trying not to give away story spoilers with those.

Part Four: Now that Bakugo has settled into your home it's time to start the shenanigan's. A surprise visit! where will Katsuki and reader end up?

Warnings: SFW, shenanigan's mostly.

Taglist: @lunrai @nonomesupposedto @j-brielmalfoy @bitchimaghost2 @traumamakesmefunnier @izukusgirlfriend @chevalrie

The streams of sunlight peered through the curtains like golden rays, bouncing around the room. Bouncing around right into your eye sockets and earning your groan as you flopped an arm over the afflicted area. After a few moments of contemplating falling back into your lovely dream world the light so rudely ripped you out of, it was determined it just wasn't happening. Lowering your arm revealed your narrowed eyes as you stared at the ceiling, brain slowly coming back into functionality.

Those brownies your friend had brought to class didn't have a "secret ingredient" in them did they?

If that's the case, you sure went on quite a trip to hallucinate your cat as a handsome, sarcastic and snappy hybrid human.

Sitting up slowly you peered around the bed for the hallucination, only to find the rise and fall of the fur ball you knew and loved laying snuggly against your hip. Running your fingers over his soft coat, you chuckled to yourself lightly while making a mental note to ask your friends where they got the stuff. Totally for research purposes, not because you'd be interested in seeing those crimson eyes narrowed down at you once again…

Leaving the warm embrace of your bed, the kitchen glowed softly from the morning sun as you rubbed the sleep out of your eye. The sound of brewing coffee filled the air as it bubbled and spit out of the spout into your favorite cup. You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed while observing the living space and kitchen together. There were so signs the previous night had occurred at all. Kitchen was spotless, the blankets you had both been cuddling under while watching your show were neatly folded over the back of the couch and not a spec of dust from any of the objects he had thrown from the drawers and cupboards remained.

The chime from the coffee maker brought you out of your thoughts as your fingers curled around the handle. After the liquid inside was to your liking you brought it up to your lips and took a long sip. Eyes closed as you savored the flavor and thought about your day. Your day as just a normal college student deep in debt, and your pissed off, (Putting this lightly) Normal cat.

The End.

Thank you everyone for all your support! Turns out Bakugo wasn't real! :) He was just a figmet of our imagination… nothing more to see here…..

SIKE!

I'm kidding. Can you imagine I ended all that with "Just kidding! We were just reallllly high and imagined a himbo cat man!" Please don't hate me :'D

Back to our regularly scheduled fan-fic:

Your peaceful morning was cut short by a grunt, followed by a bump to your side making you stumble and barely hold your grip to the cup of liquid gold. Your eyes snapped open and found purchase on the reason for your rude interruption.

Beside you was an ash blonde with even messier hair than previous, clearly from the bed he had been sleeping in the night before. He had the basketball shorts you had gifted him hanging extremely low on his hips, showing off the curves and lines of his chiseled chest and stomach since he had apparently forgone the shirt at sometime during his sleep. Nestled in his messy hair, his pointed ears were drooped slightly, his tail that poked out just above his shorts hanging limply behind him. His jaw dropped to reveal his extra sharp canines in the largest yawn you've ever seen.

"You only made enough for you? Some host you are."

His already raspy voice was even lower with the lack of use and threw you for a loop. Well there goes that theory. The cat man really exists, he lives in your apartment and bitches about you not making him coffee.

The cup in your hand was snatched into his as he brought it to his nose despite your protests. After a few test sniffs and a hesitant taste test, the liquid was drained in seconds. The empty mug was thrust back into your hands and he nodded once.

"I'll take another just like that."

With his parting words he crossed back into the living room and collapsed onto the couch with a groan, the only thing visible of him were the tips of his spiked out hair and the ears that sat inside. Was he serious?

"Bakugo."

From what little of him you could see, his ear twitched in response but no words left him.

"Bakugo." You tried again a little more firmly, his ear twitching again with yet another non response.

"KAT-Suki!"

You growled which finally garnished a response. His ears flattened against his head and he turned his head so his vermillion colored eyes were visible just above the couch's back rest. His gaze almost nervous as he tracked your movements.

"Do I look like a maid to you?"

He shook his head slowly and you nodded in satisfaction. "Then what, in your right mind makes you think… that you can snatch the nectar of the gods that wakes me up in the morning and demand more like I'm some common servant?"

His eyes narrowed slowly as you waited for a response with hands on your hips. His voice grumbled lowly as didn't move from the couch and you leaned forward, cupping your hand around an ear for dramatic effect. "What was that? Speak into my good ear."

"Would you please make me a cup?" He finally spoke just loud enough that you huffed in response.

"Was it that hard to ask politely instead of demand like a toddler?"

His little "Yes." was low enough you thought he didn't intend for you to hear it so you decided to let it go and instead of brewing your one cup machine once again you reached up into the cupboard above the stove. Inside was a brand new small coffee maker that only made a couple cups your parents had gifted you upon moving into the small apartment. Since it was just you living here the fact of making several cups at a time for it to grow cold or stale was not appealing, so you had splurged on a single cup maker to just produce a new cup as you desired without waste.

Now with an extra body around here apparently, this seemed the more feasible option as you spooned the grains into the filter. You shuffled around the kitchen on the intention of producing breakfast while the gurgling coffee pot set to work. A simple breakfast for two was all you had the energy for at current since SOMEBODY, not to name any names… Bakugo… Drank your wake up juice.

During your time in the kitchen you could feel a pair of eyes boring into your back, watching your every movement. Knowing full well who they belonged to, you plated the simple meal and placed it at the table. Fixing up two cups this time instead of just your own, you finally met the eyes of your impatient stalker and waved him over. He stood soundlessly and crossed over quickly as he took his chair and almost gave a little bounce of excitement. You cocked a brow and his small smile dropped into a scowl at being caught.

His eyes scanned the meal before peeking over at you shoving a piece of egg into your mouth, eyes unfocused onto nothing in particular while you chewed lazily. His narrowed eyes softened slowly as he watched the sunlight hit your skin just right, adding an almost angelic glow to the tone. They followed the shape of your face, the length of your hair and landed on the beautiful color that sat in your irises. He found them watching him mixed with a curious expression and he jumped slightly, looking away with a soft heat in his face.

Ordinarily he would groom himself to stave off the embarrassed feeling, however in this form he had no such ability so he chose to pick up a scrambled egg with his fingers and pop it into his mouth. He paused a moment and stood quickly to dig into the fridge as you watched. He returned with a small red bottle that you had purchased upon noting his love of the spicier ingredients you had added for his food and his alone. Returning to his spot, he began spiraling the sauce all over his breakfast and you cleared your throat.

"You want a little egg with your hot sauce?"

He gave you an unimpressed glare before slamming the bottle down and tearing into the meal once again with his fingers. Resting your fist against your cheek and tilting your head in amusement.

"Do you not know how to use chopsticks?"

He paused while holding a piece of bacon up to his lips, a look of offense crossing his features. "Of course I do!"

Tiling your head the other way you lifted your pair and clicked them together once. "Then why don't you use them instead of making a mess?"

His gaze flicked between your fingers and his own utensils before scoffing. "Because I don't need them."

Setting yours down beside the plate you let a smirk cross your lips, lacing your fingers together as you observed his state of mess. Sauce crept up his fingers to his knuckles and also smeared around his perfectly shaped pink lips, he had somehow gotten a little in his hair but that was neither here nor there. He almost reminded you of a toddler eating spaghetti.

"So you can't is what you're saying?" You pursed your lips in faux contemplation, knowing full well what you were dragging out.

"I can use them just fucking fine!"

He snapped before dropping the piece he held between his fingers, gaze dropping down to the object in question. He inhaled before picking them up and held them in-between his fingers, lifting them up to show you proudly. You covered your mouth to hide your snicker as you watched the pieces sit awkwardly in his large hands, most definitely not in the correct position.

"So show me up then." You bit your lip to hold back further giggles as he clicked his tongue. "I fuckin' will."

He lowered them and attempted to grab a larger egg, the ends of the sticks crossing or missing completely. Cocking a brow you watched as he struggled and growled lowly in frustration.

Picking back up your pair you placed them into proper position and cleared your throat to get his attention. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I don't need your fuckin' help! I'm just fine."

Nodding you returned to eating your own meal, though throughout you could catch him stealing glances at your hand, switching his sticks into better position and taking testing clicks to make sure he was using them properly. After a few adjustments he finally picked up one of his sausages successfully and he grinned after taking a triumphant bite.

"See? Pro material."

You coughed up a laugh while chewing on a piece of bacon, slapping your chest to dislodge the item while his face turned to one of concern. "I'm fine." You managed out before bursting out laughing once again.

He huffed, returning to finish his meal as you finally drank the last of your long awaited coffee. After the meal was done you ran the dishes through the sink and put them in the strainer, observing as Bakugo took residence in his spot on the couch. He had found one of his plastic ball toys that held a bell inside and held it between his thumb and pointer finger. He gave it a quick shake before tossing it up and down a few times.

"Bakugo." You called as the ball landed back into his palm for the fifth time. "I am assuming you're going to be spending more time in your human form?"

He gave his broad shoulders a shrug, your eyes wandering the lines that made up his muscles before you shook yourself out of a trance that was sure to be noticed before long. "I don't see why not. If I don't use my human form for some time I get this cramped feeling and it's like an itch you can't scratch. Same goes for if I stay in this form for too long. Since you know though, I probably wont need to hide as much."

Nodding you fished a piece of paper off the pad you had stowed on top of the fridge. You used the pen attached to jot down some things as the pair of ever watching eyes followed your movements in curiosity. "Why do you ask?" He finally asked after you didn't follow up your question with any others for a few moments.

"Well if you're going to be staying in your human form we're going to need to pick up a few things for you. Also… Since you're not just a cat anymore… You're a whole roommate now so we may have to talk about you taking on a job in the future to help with bills. You ate a lot as a cat, I can only imagine as a grown man…"

He huffed and let the ball he had been tossing fall to the ground with a loud twinkle of the bell. "A job?" You nodded while bringing over the notepad and falling down into the spot beside him.

His glance landed on the paper and began reading what you had written down. Over his years with his original family, he had picked up words and their meaning from the times he would sit with the man of the house who loved reading novels in the evening time. Though he really learned to read when his wife's sister had fallen behind on hard times and had asked them to take care of her niece for the summer while she got back on her feet.

The girl was only seven and had taken a special liking to the temperamental cat, and he surprisingly to her. At bedtime she would read a "Bedtime" story to him and always drug him along for her homework sessions, so he had gotten his general reading lessons from a seven year old. They did a lot together, tea parties where Mr. Suki would sit with a pretty pink bow attached to his collar and a party cowboy hat nestled between his ears begrudgingly as he sat at the tiny plastic table. Coloring on the floor, watching "Scary" movies in the dark with blankies wrapped around them. She was truly his best friend for the longest time. Though when it came time for her to return home with her mother when the snow touched the ground for the first time that year. He had moped around the house for some time after, even as she would visit from time to time it became fewer and far between. The news of the wife's pregnancy would break only a few weeks after their niece's departure. He had been so excited, he would get a live in best friend just like the little girl!

How wrong he was…

He shook his head to bring himself back out of his memories as he found himself looking down at you, who was clearly waiting for some answer to a question he had not heard.

"What?"

"I asked if you wanted to come with to get some new clothes. I don't have a lot but we could find you some basics for now. I have a bag of my ex's old things you could go through to see if you like anything or if they'll fit in the meantime."

He blinked and watched your face light up in excitement as you discussed going out with him to do something as simple as shopping. He shrugged once again and gave a "Sure." that lit up your beautiful face even more and made his own heat up.

You hopped out of your seat announcing you were going to change and grab the bag for him to sort through so he could change as well. He leaned back into the couch as his eyes scanned the area around him. He would have to get used to being back in his human form once again. Living with his old family, he would only change when he knew the wife and husband would be out for some time. He had learned to cook via trial and error while watching them since the husband owned a restaurant and would make gourmet style foods even at home. The chopsticks he only knew about in theory, never actually having anyone to teach him how to properly use them before.

Your return from the hall way had his face heating as he scanned your outfit for the day. The garments you had chosen fit your frame very well, accentuating every curve and shape you had, which had him feeling things he had never experienced in his time on this planet.

"This is the bag, there's quite a bit in here actually. I didn't think he left so much here." You had dropped the bag and knelt beside it to dig a few pieces out. "He was smaller than you though so I'm not sure if these are going to be a tight fit or too small period."

You left him to dig through the bag, setting items that interested him to the side and tossing the ones that he could determine would definitely not fit him or he just had zero interest in. You sat cross legged on the couch as you watched him pick at each item with interest, catching on to his little tells. His tail would flick if he was disgusted by something and would set the item in the discard pile. On the other hand, his ears would give the slightest twitch if he found something he liked.

He finally had more in the discard pile than the keep by the time he had dug everything out and sat with his eyes on you, almost as if asking for directions. You scooped up the items he didn't want and shoved them back into the bag while instructing him to pick a pair of pants and a shirt to go change into so you both could travel into town. Once the bag was packed you smacked your hand against your forehead in realization.

Kirishima had your car.

A low groan left your throat just as Bakugo emerged from the bathroom. He had lost his ears and tail, after noting your curious expression he grumbled something about the pants not fitting around his tail comfortably. He raised his face just a tad and took an inhale, as if sensing your distress.

"What's wrong?" You rubbed the back of your neck in embarassment, "I forgot my car broke down and Kirishima has it. You didn't want him to drop it off yesterday."

He nodded and as if fate would have it his head immediately snapped to the door just before a loud knock sounded throughout the apartment.

Bakugo's nose wrinkled just as it did when you came home from school after catching a whiff of something with his heightened sense of smell you clearly could not.

You stood and crossed to peep through the small hole, finding a shining smile on the other side, the red head waiting patiently at the door. Unlocking the deadbolt and throwing the door open you returned his bright smile.

"Kiri!"

He let out the most boyish laugh and picked you up in a bear hug, burring his face into your shoulder. A low growl sounded from behind you and you peeped over the opposite side to see your roommate standing with the darkest expression on his face you had seen yet.

The redhead holding you lifted his own head, "Aw shit I didn't realize you still had company. My fault… Wait… Katsuki?"

"Shitty hair."

The large redhead promptly dropped you and charged for the blonde standing in the living room, looking ready to bolt. He wrapped his large arms around the smaller man and picked him off his feet to hold him close. "I fucking missed you dude!

Bakugo groaned while pushing at the smiling man's face. "Get off me! You fuckn' stink!"

Kirishima dropped him with a pout and mumbling something about being a good boy and bathing this morning. You snorted while shutting the door and observing the reunited friends. Crazy that your best friend just so happened to be your cat's best friend to boot.

"Wait… How did you two meet?" Kirishima's pointer flicked between the both of you, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Remember when I told you about the night I found a sick cat in an alley and he adopted me?" He nodded in response and you pointed at the brooding blonde who had taken to straitening his messy hair into it's normal state.

"Wait.. Katsuki is Bakugo? How can he be a cat?" His face contorted into a clearly fake confusion and Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb, she knows."

Kirishima's jaw fell slack as you nodded to confirm then he pointed to himself and leaning over to whisper not so subtlety to Bakugo. "Does she know about…" Bakugo nodded and wrinkled his nose, turning his face away as if to escape the smell.

Kirishima shined the brightest smile before the floppiest dark ears fell out of his hair and floofiest tail began wagging behind him showing his pure excitement. "I'm so glad I don't have to hide with you anymore!"

He lifted you into his arms and nuzzled his face into your neck while his soft ears tapped against your face and earning giggles from you. "Oi! Put her down! She's going to stink again and I'll have to fix it!" The big puppy's ears drooped even further and held you close. "But she's so warm and sweet smelling."

Your cat's ears and tail appeared, fur bristling as a low growl sounded in his throat. "Put. Her. Down. Now!"

Your eyes raised to Kirishima's wide ones, lowering you to the ground slowly as his tail slapped against the floor in disappointment. You brushed your fingers against his dark ear, his tail slapping at your back and you chuckled. "Don't mind him, he's always a meanie."

Strong arms ripped you away from the dog hybrid, holding you against a solid chest. Your eyes raised to find narrowed vermillion, his nose twitching in annoyance before burring into your throat just as your best friend had. After a through scenting once again you finally huffed and pushed his face back. "Alright enough Bakugo!"

The cat furrowed his brows at you before shooting a warning glance at Kirishima and releasing you from your confines.

"So anyway. Did you bring my car back?" You questioned the onlooking redhead who nodded, his ears and tail retreating once again out of habit. "I fixed the alternator and she fires up right away now. I did take the liberty of giving it a tune up and changing your oil. It should run much smoother now."

You pouted while crossing arms over your chest. "You didn't have to do all that! I'll have to pay you back for everything!" He shook his head and gave you a stern look, "Nah, I can't leave my best friend without transportation when I can afford to help out. No need to pay me back I won't accept it."

Sighing deeply, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much, you don't know how much this means to me!"

You were tugged back by the tail of your shirt before the redhead could reciprocate. "Oi, that's enough of that." Cocking a brow at the bristling blonde who had returned to his all human form as well.

"Where were you two headed to anyway?" Kirishima asked to clear the obvious tense atmosphere which broke you away from the intense stare off with Bakugo.

"Ah, uh we were going to grab Bakugo some clothes since he'll be using his human form more now that I know. I only have a few clothes left here by dipshit and he only liked a few of them. I figured he'd need something that fits him and of his own."

Kirishima nodded before whipping out his wallet, "Do you mind if I come along? I'll help pay." You waived your hands around in protest, "You already fixed my car, you don't need to continue spending money on me!" He shook his head and indicated your roommate with his wallet before putting it back into his rear pocket.

"Katsuki is my other best bud. I'm not going to leave him without either, I'll take both of you in my truck and we'll grab some essentials and clothes for him. Speaking of, does he have shoes?"

You paused, looking down at Katsuki's bare feet for a moment realizing that it had never even crossed your mind that you didn't own a pair of shoes that would fit the man. Any of your shoes would be extremely too small. Shaking your head he nodded and disappeared out the door. He returned with a box and offered it to Bakugo who took it with a wary glance.

"I bought these not too long ago and they were the wrong size, if memory serves they should be your size. If you like them you can keep them, otherwise we can find you a pair you do like." Bakugo flipped the lid open and found a pair of expensive name branded shoes, checking the size he nodded and slipped them on with a pair of socks from the bag.

You all piled up into Kirishima's truck as he began recounting the full story of how the two Hybrids had met. The red head grew up with his parents who were full hybrids and they owned a chain of sucessful businesses which is why he was so well off. As hybrids themselves and had access to means, they had taken the opportunity to help those who were in hiding or did not have anything near what they did. A foundation was set up and during one of their give aways to those who needed it Kirishima had met a dirty, ash blonde teenager around his age who had just lost his home. Intially he had attempted to help the boy who called himself Katsuki however his pride had stepped in the way and had fought any assistance offered.

After months of talking and spending time together they became friends which Bakugo adamantly denied. Kirishima offered him a place to stay under the conditions that Bakugo would have to learn how to intergrate into human society which did not set well with the still pissed off teen who had just been burned by his "family." Katsuki had stopped showing up to their meetings, no longer reachable at their usual hangouts and practically disappeared as if he had never exsisted. It had hurt that his best friend had exited his life so deeply, he had searched and searched to no avail. Kirishima enrolled at college to get his mind off of his missing friend, further his education and met little ol' you.

The three of you spent the day helping Bakugo pick up essentials such as bathing products, tooth brush, etc. He got his own socks, undergarments and sleepwear which he indicated the sleep shorts he had worn that first night were comfortable for sleeping so Kirishima grabbed him a few pairs. You had stopped at several stores and had to intervene a few times when Katsuki got a little too bristly with the sales representatives. There were threats of a certain spray bottle, taking away his favorite twinkle ball and throwing away all his hot sauce before he finally got the memo.

Currently you were walking up the boardwalk of a strip-mall with bags adorning your arms because even though you were there for Bakugo, Kirishima had taken to spoiling you as well and bought whatever your eyes had laid on. You finally had to tell him to stop firmly or the trip would be over promptly, to which he finally listened like a scolded puppy.

You hummed happily while waltzing along, Kirishima and Bakugo walking a few feet behind you shoulder to shoulder as they both watched with happiness in their guts.

"So, is she your mate?" Kirishima finally broke the silence, maintain a low tone as to avoid you catching onto the sensitive topic.

"What the fuck?" Bakugo snapped lowly, eyes darting between you and the large redhead. "She's not my mate!"

His friend snorted with a large grin. "Then why were you so worked up over me scenting her? You wouldn't mind if I take her for my mate then?"

A low tone of warning sounded from the blonde, his fist curling around the man's collar. Kirishima showed his palms immediately with an apologetic smile.

"I'm joking Katsuki. I was just proving a point."

"What are you two doing?" You interrupted as both heads snapped towards you, Bakugo dropped the collar and stepped back.

"Nothing!" He snapped before striding forward. Kirishima chuckled as you followed closely behind to find out what got under your cat's fur, rubbing at the back of his neck where his shirt collar had rubbed into the skin.

"He's got it bad."

The three of you finished your purchases and returned to your small apartment where Kirishima bid his goodbyes. He pulled Bakugo aside for a brief moment before giving you the biggest hug and taking his leave and once again you were alone with your temperamental hybrid roommate.

You took the opportunity to clear out the closet in your spare bedroom so Bakugo had a place to keep his new things. Bakugo on the other hand had taken to making lunch since he declared he was hungry immediately upon the door shutting behind the red headed hybrid. You had told him he had thumbs now so he had no excuse as to why he couldn't get his own food. After a brief stare off (that you won) he began working on putting together something edible.

Returning to the kitchen you were hit with the most savory aroma and a plate shoved into your hands. "Here. Lunch is done." Your eyes met the blondes as you noted his soft tone, much lighter than it had been previously. "Thank you." You flashed him a bright smile, his face heating up.

"Oh you're flushed, maybe you should get away from the stove." Setting your plate down you raised your hand to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. He flushed even harder and sputtered as he attempted to make an excuse.

"Quit touching me dammit! I'm fine!" Puffing out your cheeks you turned with a huff and he released his own breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Why the hell did you garnish that reaction out of him?

You took a bite of the meal before you and groaned at the amazing mix of flavors bursting on your tongue. Your smug roommate held his jaw in his palm while watching you closely. You raised your chopsticks in salute before indicating with them to his own. "You going to eat?"

His smug look dropped just like his gaze to the utensils. "Oh fuck off." He grumbled before placing them in the proper spot once more, stealing quick glances at yours once again before he grabbed a piece of chicken perfectly. His smug look back on his lips at how quick he had picked up the skill while sticking it in his mouth.

Dishes were made quick work with the extra help, now that it was late in the evening after all the errands you ran it was time to discuss sleeping arrangements. The first night you had left him curled up on the couch since he had fallen asleep during the final movie. You had wrapped him in the blanket and he must've joined you later back in his feline form however now that things were different, things would have to change.

Flipping on the light switch inside the spare bedroom you stepped aside to let him inside. "Well this can be your room. I went ahead cleaned the closet out for you ealier so you can arrange everything the way you want it."

He cocked a brow while crossing his arms over his broad chest. The dark fabric stretched across to show the lines of his body even more which had you turning your face away as it heated hotter than the stove.

"No."

You snapped your gaze back to him. "What do you mean no?" He shrugged while leaning against the door frame. "I said exactly what I mean. No. I've slept in your bed for how long now, why would that suddenly change?"

Your lips thinned into a line as he cocked a brow asking you to challenge him. "Because before you were… just a cat and now… You're… Not?"

His brows furrowed, "Just a cat?"

Chewing your lip you nodded, "I didn't know you could become… well like that and it's different."

He dropped his arms to begin moving towards you with a purpose, your body moving back until your knees hit the bed and fell back onto your ass. His arms caged you on either side of your hips, fists supporting him on the plush surface. He leaned in so close the tips of your noses brushed softly, "Are you saying this because I'm a man?"

Your breath caught as eyes locked, gulping before responding with a soft "Yes." A slow smirk crossed his lips as your face heated in embarrassment from his proximity. "Aren't you my fiancé?" Your face turned sour in realization of his teasing, pushing against his shoulders with your palms he chuckled while allowing you to shove him back.

You had choice words for him under your breath as he followed closely behind, chuckling the entire way. "Come back here I was joking." You shook your head as you rounded the couch in the attempts to get away from him.

"No you're an ass!" He snorted and chuckled a bit harder. "Come here, I'm a cat this is a fun game for me."

You huffed as you picked up the pace and squealed when he decided to forgo following you around the furniture and easily hopped over the back of the couch. Making a bolt for your bedroom you could hear his quick footsteps behind, calling your name. You had almost made it to the door when you were yanked up into the air, you squeaked and kicked as he chuckled lowly into your ear.

"Bakugo put me down dammit!" His arms constricted and held you tightly as his nose brushed along the back of your neck.

"No. Mine."

You stopped struggling, attempting to look back at him and confirm what you had heard. "What did you say?"

He shook his head, "I said No, fuck off." You huffed and crossed your arms, now looking more like the pissed off feline when he didn't get his favorite treats. His arm hooked under your knees and carried you bridal style into the bedroom before flopping you down on the soft mattress. "Stay." He demanded before exiting the room and disappearing into the spare.

Not to be one to be told what to do you hopped out of the bed in order to complete your nightly routine. You dug out a pair of shorts and your favorite sleep shirt from the dresser and made quick work changing out of your day clothes. You were in the midst of dealing with your hair when the bossy feline returned to the room now in his own comfortable outfit. He donned a new pair of the shorts he had chosen and some band tee with a skull on it. It happened to be the only shirt he absolutely demanded.

Eyeing the fact you had not followed directions his lip curled in annoyance. "The fuck? I told you to stay!" You placed your hands on your hips while mocking his tone. "I'm not a dog Bakugo, you don't give me orders. This is my house."

He rolled his eyes and scooped you up over his shoulder as you protested and wiggled in his grasp. "Sit still dammit!" He huffed before unceremoniously dropping you on your rear in bed. "Now scoot. This is my side." He shooed you with his hand and you shot him a look. With no indication you were going to move he finally huffed and used one hand to shove you over easily. Defeated you laid down and crossed your arms, Bakugo on the other hand was smug and content like the cat he was. HIs arms snaked around your waist and yanked you against his chest.

"Will you stop manhandling me?" You huffed as he chuckled, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck. "You used to pick me up and carry me around whenever you felt like it. How do you like it?" Turning from him you attempted to squirm out of his grasp. "God dammit get back here!" His arms squeezed around your waist as he murmured your name against your ear. "What?"

"Thank you for today." His voice had gone gravelly with exhaustion, to which you had noticed was the only time he would apologize or give his gratitude verbally.

"You're welcome Bakugo."

"Katsuki."

"Hm?" You turned over just enough to see his serene face that had burried itself between your shoulder blades.

"Call me Katsuki."

"Okay." You turned in his arms as he nuzzled himself into your stomach now, your fingers running through his soft locks. His ears had returned along with his tail now that he was in his comfort zone the latter curling showing his contentment in this moment. The days that followed of the weekend took some getting used to since you now had a whole other person living inside your home. You now had two meals to prepare, wait for someone to get out of the restroom and don't get you started on bathing.

The day after your shopping spree you had offered the shower to Katsuki who had looked at you as if you had grown a second head. "I clean myself." He had argued and even as you pointed out he was no longer a cat who could just lick himself clean, he promptly shifted into his cat form and began licking himself dramatically to spite you. Sporting a mischievous grin you had picked up the now struggling feline and brought him over to the sink and filled it up with water.

"Either you bathe yourself in the shower or I bathe you now this way, your choice Kitty boy."

A brief stare off had ensued and once again emerging the victor he finally gave the briefest of nods so you released him onto the counter. Hopping down he changed mid jump and stood to his full height, glaring down at you while you gave nothing but a triumphant smirk.

"You want to try that again while I'm in this form food giver?" He curled his lip into a sly grin, revealing just one of his canines and you immediately dropped yours.

"No. Go take a shower, to quote my favorite cat. 'You stink.' "

His grin fell from his face and was immedaitely replaced with a scowl, you bit the inside of your cheek to refrain from smiling as he stomped away. He had grabbed a towel from the hall closet and slammed the bathroom door when you lost it. Wiping a tear and giving a little victory dance you returned to what you had been doing prior to the conversation.

The days you had been given off after finals were coming to a close and you would be returning back to school very shortly. Now that Katsuki was not a cat you could just leave food and water for, a plan of action had to be taken.

Did he want to get a job? Would he even have enough social skills for that since he had spent most of his life as a cat? Or would he be interested in going to school like you? These were the questions that plauged you as you lounged on the couch with the object of your worries resting his head against your legs. When your fingers stilled in his hair, deep in thought he cracked an eye open to watch as you chewed your lip.

HIs hand raised to catch your jaw, his rough thumb catching the fat of your lower lip and gently yanking it from the grip of your teeth. The action startled you, immediately earning your attention to his face. His vermillion eyes blinked slowly as he rasped "Don't chew on your lip. It's a bad habit."

Heat filled your face at the simple action as his hand fell back to rest on his chest. His eyes clothes once more slowly with his relaxed face, not a frown line or furrowed brow in sight. His other hand raised to grip your wrist and gave it just a slight shake before dropping back with the other once again. A smile you couldn't fight even if you wanted to filled up your face and you began threading your fingers through his soft locks once again. A low rumble you recognized as his purr penetrating the air.

"Katsuki." You began, tone soft as not to ruin the moment. He hummed in response, leaning his head back just a bit to allow you more access to his ears for scratchies.

"What do you want in life?"

He finally cracked an eye, brows furrowing now as he gauged your expression. "What do you mean by that?"

You began scratching his ear furthest from you while contemplating your next words. "Do you, want to work? Would you be interested in going to school like I do to further education and get a good job one day? Become an artist or lawyer? I'm just interested in what you want to do since you're not stuck in your animal form any longer."

He mulled your words for a bit before shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I've never thought about it. All I've ever known is either living in a home, being fed my meals until it was ripped from me. Then living on the street I was hateful and bitter. I wanted nothing to do with humans or anyone really, then when shitty hair was trying to make me integrate and move on with my life? I shut down and just left." He ran a hand over his face, you waited patiently knowing this was a hurtful subject for him when he lowered his hand and those beautiful eyes met yours.

"When you found me I had almost given up. I truly thought I was going to die. I had been yelling at strangers for hours hoping someone would help me, and you did. Nursing me back to health when you didn't have to, opening your home and putting up with my antics gave me what little faith I had back."

Tears brimmed your waterline at his statements, had you not found him or taken the time to help would he have passed in that alley? Alone, cold and hurt?

It squeezed your chest too much for you to even think about. "Why are you asking anyway? Don't cry dummy." He brushed your tears away with the rough pad of his thumb as you sniffled to stop the tears from falling.

"I have to go back to school tomorrow and I didn't want to just leave you here alone to be bored every day. So I figured if you wanted to get a job or go to school to pass time we could talk with Kirishima and see if we could get you some papers or an ID since he mentioned he works with Hybrids like you who lived most of your life on the animal side and don't have birth records."

His gaze shifted from your face onto the wall for a few moments. He inhaled and exhaled a big sigh before he rolled his head back towards you.

"I want to go to school with you."

You smiled wide while scratching his ear once more. "What do you want to study?" His face dropped into a scowl, "I have to study something?"

You nodded with a curious expression, "What did you think school was?"

He crossed his arms with a scoff and an eye roll. "Apparently a place of torture by the way you complain about it."

You snorted and smacked his forehead with the tips of your fingers lightly for his teasing. He growled and rubbed the afflicted area, "I don't know. Can't I decide later?"

You nodded and pulled out your phone to shoot Kirishima a quick question about how to go about getting Katsuki his paperwork for school.

"Can't I just lay around the house all day like I used to?" He pouted those perfect full lips and you rolled your eyes at his musings. "No Katsuki, I told you already that you've proven to eat your share and them some of food. We've got to make some extra money somewhere to put food on the table. So either you go to school and we'll struggle through until we can get our dream jobs or you pick up a job somewhere. Capiche?"

He huffed but nodded and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead where you had tapped him. His eyes went as wide as saucers and shot up. You stood from the couch as your phone began vibrating and swiped the answer button. Walking away chatting with apparently Kirishima who had decided to call back instead of text you left him dumbfounded on the couch, mouth gaping like a fish.

His hand raised to his forehead just over the spot as his face heated hotter than the surface of the sun. How could you earn these reactions from him for just a simple act you've done a hundred times in his cat form? His sharp gaze followed you as you paced back and forth with the conversation, laughing and smiling brightly at something your friend had said on the other side of the line. He curled back into the blanket with the fabric draped over his head so just his face peeked out as he continued to observe you.

Ever since the red head had stupidly brought up the conversation of "Mates" he had dumb thoughts running through his head.

You wouldn't make a great mate. No, you'd actually be the perfect mate dammit. You're sweet, actually a good cook even though you complain about it. You're extremely caring and go out of your way to help others even when you don't have to. Not to mention you're extremely sexy but that's the bonus.

The fact that he was big time attracted to you ran through his mind way too much for his liking.

The biggest plus? You're a cat person. Or more so an animal lover in general.

He huffed and pulled the fabric around him a bit tighter. His gaze falling along your curves as he watched you continue to pace with the conversation, your hand flailing as you attempted to get some point across.

He was going to do it. He was going to ask you to be his.

"Kirishima! I'm not discussing that with you!" Your sudden outburst and visible flustered expression caught his interest to that he tuned his sensitive ears on the conversation.

"You're lying to yourself if you're denying those sparks. I could see the way you looked at him the other day."

You squeaked and peeked over at Katsuki, hiding under the mass of blanket pretending to sleep in order to continue being his nosey self. You lowered your voice in vain and dashed away to your bedroom. He peeked an eye open upon hearing the door shut behind you and angled his ears in your direction to continue listening.

"I did not give him any special looks Eji. If anything it's wonder. He was my house cat and now he's a person! He's brash and rude, demanding… but he can be sweet, when he wants to. He acts like I'm an inconvenience but turns around and cuddles up to me. He's the hottest fucking man I've ever met in my god damned life and I swear if he walks around here without a shirt on again I'm going to fold!"

Katsuki snorted as he heard Kirishima loose it, loud laughs and embarrassed noises from you. "What was that last part?"

"Fucking forget it. I don't have feelings for my cat."

Katsuki's ears drooped with your final words, burring himself into the blanket further as he felt a pain in his chest he couldn't explain away. Why did that hurt so much? He tuned out the rest of the conversation, completely uninterested any longer.

So much for that.

Oop sorry to hit you with that angst. :| Stay tuned for the next part :)

[lheslie]

Taehoon with an S/O who's Royalty

"Yer a what now?" He asks.

"I'm a Royal." You tell him as he looks at you wide eyed.

"Yer fucking joking. Say sike." He says as he laughs.

"I'm not." As you stood up. "Come with me." You say as you took him to Your palace.

He was shooked as the guards and the people had bowed to you when you entered the palace grounds. Respecting you. And following every command you give.

"What are ya doing living outside here then?" He asks.

"Funny thing is my Mom is Royal my Dad isn't they fell in love and had me." You tell him.

"I live outside the Palace to experience how to live an ordinary life with my Dad."

"It's a long story really and I don't want to explain."

"Yer the heir to the throne or somethin?" He asks.

"Basically yeah. I'm the Crown Princess." You tell him.

"And that makes me?" He asks

"Prince Consort."

"The fuck is that?" He asks.

"You're no Royal. You don't have any power. So you're called a Prince Consort. It means you're just my boyfriend."

"Fuck. I did not sign up for this shit." He said as he looks up at your portrait.

"I know, So I'm telling you because you have the right to know."

He didn't want it because he knew the consequences of being Royalty.

"Damn, yer room is bigger than my fucking house. It's like a fucking mansion it even has a living room in it." He says as he sits down at the sofa inside your room as he stands up again and goes to your bathroom.

"Ya sure this shit ain't a fucking swimming pool? Ya can fit like fifty people in here." He says as he touches the water on your pool sized tub.

He is basically looking at everything inside the palace.

"dis yer closet?" He points to your closet. "This ain't a fucking closet this is a fucking room with another sofa and everything on it." He says as he looks around.

He was basically like a child going on everything he sees.

"I'm gonna fucking kill ya. How dare ya be rich and not share yer blessing." He says as he looks at you.

"You think I don't?" You say as you sighed.

"Anyways you can go around the palace from top to down I'm going to have to do some paperworks."

"Do I have to do paper work shit?" He asks as he looks at you walk to your study room. He follows you behind.

"No. You won't" You say as you sat down starting to read the papers.

"Seriously?" He says as he looks at your study room filled with books.

"Yes, why would I give you paperwork when you never even studied on how to be a proper consort. Nor even study what's being given at school."

"Ya have to fucking study on that kind of position?" He asks.

"Yes there are studies on how to be proper consort." You tell him.

"Then what kind of prince am I?"

"Prince Consort. Your Job is just to stay by my side. And basically help me produce heirs to the throne."

"THE FUCK THAT'S A FUCKING JOB?!?" He says.

"To be honest you were supposed to be concubine but I'm not allowing that shit." You joked. Not that he knows what that is anyways.

"Cocubine?"

"Basically a side bitch."

"Fuck no. Yer marrying other men?"

"I'm allowed to, but I'm not going to do that. Your my bitch and side bitch already." You wink.

He gets flustered. "Fuck off."

"Threatening a Royal means Execution but I'll make an exception for you."

"I don't give two shits I'm out of here." He says as he walks out of the Palace.

When he arrives at the Hobin Company he jokes it to Hobin and the others.

"If Y/N is the Queen in the Future. You can be Consort King and then you'll Be rich. Consorts get a high allowance don't you know?" Rumi says.

"How much?" He asks.

"It depends on the country and how much Y/N loves you. It's basically Power and Favor. The more Y/N favors you. The chances to get power and gifts are higher. Like she can give you mansions. Or the ability to skip lines on disney land." Rumi said

"Damn, wait. I'm signing this shit up who knows I get to be paid."

"Next thing the nation knows there'd be 2-5 kids walking."

"Oh yeah the more kids the higher money you get too." Rumi continued.

"WAIT IF Y/N IS ROYAL I WANNA GO TO THE PALACE@@@" Gaeul says.

"Taehoon's Joking theres no way." Hobin says.

"life isn't a fairytale." Jiksae supports.

"Come with me" Taehoon says as he brings them to the palace.

"Woah." They all said.

They basically partied and tried everything inside the palace. You ordered the butler and the maids to look after them.

While you do your paperworks.

"Who knew I'd get paid to be here. Ya owe me big time" He says.

"We aren't even married yet. Wait you're ready to live as a consort?" You asked him.

"I get to slouch and be with you and I get paid. I ain't passing this shit up." He says as he sits at the couch of your study room.

"There's even a fucking training room and grounds here. I get to spar with all yer soldiers here." He says.

"Good luck sparring with them. They've been training non-stop." You tell them.

Imagine it though. Taehoon wearing a robe. Slouching around the Palace while waiting for you to finish your paperworks. Then you get to relax with him.

He gets to boss everyone. Please make sure he doesn't do political decisions the whole country is at stake.

Would train with your knights and he gets their respect then he would learn how to lead an army. So he can build military power.

He helps you fight your enemies inside the Palace.

You installed an arcade inside the Palace just for him.

All soldiers know Taekwondo. If some soldiers argue that Taekwondo is weak. They'd get humbled real quick.

Don't worry about making heirs. You both do it all the time.

"Wait there's a fucking ritual before sleeping together?" He says.

"Yeah. Weird." You say.

"Why do we have separate rooms that connects to our shared bedroom can't we just sleep on the shared bedroom." He says as you shrug.

"Then again some monarchs have more than one lover so they have those things." You say.

"Bruh, what if the other opens the shared bedroom while the monarch is with another person?" he said.

"They announce it." You say.

"What the fuck?! They announce it?!The fuck is that. Hey, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this bitch while you sleep next door." He says.

"Living here just gets fucking weirder whenever I hear the weird rituals and rules of this place."

He doesn't like Social Gatherings. He doesn't like dancing. He doesn't show up to meetings. And you don't mind.

He doesn't want to learn the rules or the etiquette.

"Why should I? Yer the Queen and the Queen's mouth is the law." He explains.

He doesn't treat you differently he still acts the same.

He does give you good political decisions which was incredibly rare.

He doesn't want you to overwork. He'd give the work to your secretary and carry you to bed.

"Ya want em dead?" He threatens your subjects as he drags you away from them.

He drives out potential Concubines.

"Fuck off." He threatens.

"Fight me and who ever wins can stay." He says.

You tell him you'd never marry anyone else.

"Ya better cuz if ya do I'm leaving this shit hole with the money ya gave me." Said as his personal butler poured him his favorite beer.

You giggled. He makes you feel like a normal person. Which makes you happy. Very happy.

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7  Ch 8  Ch 9  Ch 10  Ch 11 Ch 12

Chapter 13

Unconditional Commitment

The Vibe:

The Last Artful, Dodgr - Hot (Lyrics)

We end up in the tub covered in hot water and bubbles. Namor is sitting rubbing my ass and back while I lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

I could get used to this

"I Could get used to this" Namor says

Surprised I sit up straddling him, "Did you just read my mind?"

He chuckles, "No, but it's great to hear you feel the same." I smile at him blushing, "Turn around, Let me wash your back" he says

I do as he asks and turns around allowing him access to my back. He lathers up some soap in my loofa and gently washes my back eventually stopping to give me a small massage, "mm thank you, I'm loving all this aftercare." I say letting myself relax "You treat me like a princess."

"I'd treat you like a queen if you'd allow it." He quickly says

"Was that a proposal?" I jokingly asked a little shocked

"Yes" he nonchalantly says causing me to turn around in his lap confused

"Are you serious?" I asked baffled

"Always"

"Even after all that drama tonight?" I nervously laugh, "Also you barely know me"

"Marriage is a journey. Marry me now and I have a lifetime to get to know you," he says shrugging

Unable to respond to that, I just look at him bewildered

He continues, "I have lived for a long time and I'm an excellent judge of character. You are kind, caring, strong, intelligent, and sexy; the list goes on. I would be so lucky to be with you."

Without really thinking I just blurt out, "What if I choose-" I begin but stop myself

"Go on"

"What if I choose him" referring to bucky

Without skipping a beat he says, "We live forever, he does not" he smirks to himself, "Choose him now and I'll just wait for you when you're ready."

"You make it sound so simple"

"Matters of the heart are simple. Hear me when I say I love you, I want to be with you, I want you to have my children and I want my people to call you Queen just as they call me King."

I look at him waiting for him to take it back

Say sike right now

We sit in silence for a while.

Bucky will break my heart again. Whether he'll leave me again or die; our relationship will end in painful tears. I know this much is true. With Namor, there's excitement, devotion, commitment, and unconditional love. He loves me. Let that sink in...

I love bucky but it hurts to love him. As much as I tell myself it's too early and too fast; I love Namor too. With him it's clear, it's easy.

My twin flame...

"Okay," I say

"Okay?" he questions

"Okay." I laugh, "I'm not that easy though, You will have to propose better than that at a WAYYY later date."

"You'll have me?" he asks excitedly

"I'll have you." I smile shaking my head, "Can we take it a little slow though? We have to take care of a few things first; I've got to talk to bucky obviously, I still have to figure out my witchy past, and you have to take me to Talokan to meet your people"

Before I could continue overanalyzing everything Namor pulls me into a long slow kiss; wrapping my arms around him I allow myself to relax in his embrace, "I can't wait to take you to my people, they will love you almost as much as I do." He says continuing to kiss me

I feel his growing erection under me rubbing my slit. I grab his dick and slowly jerk him causing his breath to hitch from my touch. I position over him and slowly slide myself down on his thick dick and fully sit smacking my ass to his thighs. He holds on to my waist and kisses me as I begin to bounce on him. This position is hitting my sweet spot causing me to whip my head back and arch my back.

Taking the opportunity of my exposed chest, he slips one of my nipples in his mouth and begins to thrust back causing my ass to clap.

We were sloppy and sweating, all we could think about was making each other feel good. We're both tired and won't last very long but that didn't mean this time wasn't very good. I lift my head to look at him and am surprised I find him looking back at me watching my every move.

He tried to say something, but it got stifled by his moans, "I know baby" I say already feeling myself unravel so close to cumming, "Cum with my love" I plead

He hugs me tight and burry his head to my chest letting himself enjoy me ride him. He grabs my ass helping me slam down on his dick giving me what I need to reach my climax and he follows right behind cursing and grunting as he cums.

Catching his breath he says, "Your ass" He double-hand smacks me "Is amazing"

I laugh, "Oh I know. She's my money maker." I Joke as I yawn "Ko'oten in ajawo', chital tin wéetel 'Come my king, lay down with me "

"Bix ka ts'íiboltik in yaakunaj 'as you wish my love' " He says getting up and leading us to bed.

[revlischarm]

I introduce you to the fanfic I'm writing :

The noodle shop ghost is having war flashbacks and other things (He needs therapy. In fact, Everyone needs therapy)

Summery:

Things were tense, he knew it. They had Azura and his gang to deal with (He had not bothered remembering their names) and Mk was having a mental breakdown. He wanted to help everyone the best he could. He wanted to continue to make up for his past deeds. He wanted a lot of things. However, out of everything that has happened and is bound to happen, Morro did not expect some ninja coming to a certain noodle shop in search of “a boy that could help us get back to Ninjago according to two weirdly coloured demons apparently” to be on that list. Avoiding his past has just gotten all the harder. Maybe he'll take Sandy up on that "I could hook you up with a therapist" offer.

ARGH YES YES YES YES YES

I’m going to introduce the ninja somehow eventually, but with all the plot stuff going on as it is, I’ve just been waiting for the story to settle for a bit before I try integrating them in anyway.

I will 100% be doing designs on how they look in LMK form though. They’re gonna get normal gi designs plus a disguise outfit (for the purposes of fashion.)

The au starts off right after DOTD in season 1 of LMK, and time is a weird bitch, so any stuff that happens with the ninja occurs for them after Crystallized I’ve decided. I think. Time is weird okay.

Seriously though I love this so so so much already and I’m super siked to see what you come up with!!!! Please link it to me whenever you finish/get started, I would absolutely make fanart of whatever is in the fic!

[t00thpasteface]

because my various goofs and gags about a 20k daily are still getting comments: if (huge if) someone were to make a 20k daily, there is one major speedbump right out of the gate, which is to say you would have to make some big choices vis-a-vis the chronology of the first couple chapters. because to put it lightly it is Not Conducive To the E-mail Format. literally this is how it starts:

july 1866: uh oh a boat sank!! uhhh what the fuck sank this ship.

why does it keep happening. big whale? the fucking kraken?

it's either fake or real

that's it for six months

yes, six months

new year 1867. nothing happens. nothing continues to happen

BOOM sightings are back in march and april. like two of them. but the april one is big ok

"i'm a scientist and i think it's definitely a really fucked up narwhal"

"wanna help us kill it?" "yeah lol"

sike you get two more months of radio silence

operation Kill That Fucking Narwhal officially begins july 1867. A FUCKING YEAR has passed already

THEY HAVE TO GO THE LONG WAY FROM BROOKLYN TO THE PACIFIC bc the panama canal Does Not Exist. it takes a minute

guess how long they're out at sea looking for that fucking narwhal before they "find" it

no really, stop reading this and guess

did you guess Until Goddamn November? if so you are correct. it takes them Until Goddamn November.

this was just like three or four chapters total and only now does the plot actually start

have fun

[mulberry-truffle]

Hey besties, sooo... Idk if y'all remember me from that last post 🙄💅

MINORS DNI

BUT! I would like to write more fics, this is actually a nice coping skill and I've been writing a few in my notes (tee hee🤭). I think my therapist would appreciate me having a new coping skill, plus I can cater to y'all FREAKS 🥴

So, please write some suggestions for me to write more! I can do more than Jason Voorhees & would like to expand my skillz as a lil low-key writer 👉👈

Btw I can also write for not just F!Reader I can do AFAB/AMAB, any pronouns, non-binary/gender neutral (ik they're different but all my non-binary pals are likeee only reading gender neutral), gay, lesbian, WLW, MLM, BI/PAN (like a three-way typa deal or whatevs btw I'm pan so like hiii besties), & also fics for people who are a specific ethnicity/race! Black, Asian, Latina, Mexican, ECT. (no white ppl though because there are so many other writers that only cater to white people so go to them for that content plz 💜). I can also do specific body types/parts but I usually make sure the body is never described and I use (B/T) which means body type. I made that shit up so you're welcome. I probably didn't make that shit up but it's an original thought (I think idk everything we do isn't original). Nowww... Onto the next topic hoes!

💕What I can write for💕

Star Wars (🔫 pew pew)

— Literally any of The Bad Batch cuz they're FOIN specimens

— Clones. Which Clones? Yes.

— Daddy-Wan Kenobi

— Whiny ass Anakin Skywalker 🙄

— Kit Fisto

— Darth Maul

— Savage Opress (for my size kink besties🤞)

— The Mandalorian (or Pedro Pascal in general, he's our daddy 💦)

— Boba Fett (young or not idc I'mma still smash)

— Ventress

— Sideous (SIKE if you actually like him I'm simpshaming you. Shame; Go see a fuckin therapist, or you could probably come see mine and we can work it out in group therapy)

— Thrawn

— Cad Babe 😘

— Plo Koon 💜

— Poe

— Lando 🤤

— Han Solo

— Kylo Ren I guess

— Rey

— Leia

— Luke Skywalker

— Hondo Ohnana (hear me out— clone wars Hondo 🤤)

There's probably like a lot more but just any ON SCREEN SW character because I can't afford to read the comics & I don't have a separate device to read them illegally

Slashers (slash splash 🔪)

— the bitches from House Of Wax, especially the masked one 🥵

— Jason Voorhees (obvi)

— Michael Myers

— Those bitches from Scream

Idk these are like the main ones & I'm uncultured, plus Texas chainsaw traumatized me as a kid (AS IT SHOULD). Also idk if the creepypasta homies count but I'll only be doing ones that AREN'T MINORS because SOME OF Y'ALL DON'T REALIZE YOU'RE WRITING CP

Marvel/DC (*superhero sounds??(

Literally everyone, except for da kids. No CP writing here.

I will also write Rick Sanchez shit (yeah idc he's hawt)

Literally I can write a lot, I'll add more if y'all suggest some shiz I forgot about. Plus, it also helps to get into more fandoms if you recommend some hotties 😜💅

All kinks are welcomed, so please be specific with what you want! Non-seggsy fics welcomed too like angst & fluff or both~! Whatever you want 💜

Btw other writers, I can really use some tips on how to use this damn app! I forgot how to make words colorful and I wanna do that thing where it says "continue reading" after I say the whole minors DNI stuff. My DMs are also open if you don't wanna comment 💕

[kikiwhataboutthatbrendon]

He's actually gone.

When I watched the video and I heard his dad say 'if you're hearing this I'm dead' I'd honestly expected him to say sike, cut to Technos voice, and then say he beat cancer.

That very clearly did not happen.

After his dad said what he did and it didn't cut I just said 'this better be a fucking joke'. My little brother and I were playing together, he shut down our game then watched it with me. Halfway through I started sobbing and my brother held me through the rest.

I'm devastated. He was one of my favorite people, and I'm glad my parents understand how we all can love and grieve for someone we've never met.

I've spent so much time and energy writing about him (his characters), and creating with him as my subject. Now that the brightness and brilliance that birthed my muse is gone, I'm sure I'm not the only one feeling hollow.

I'd thought about my fics, published and unpublished, and initially felt repulsed at the idea of continuing to write about him without him here. After a few hours of reflection and an hour of sobbing, I don't think it'd be right of me to let the thousands of words I've written about him sit there with his memory. Yes, the Technoblade we write about is a character, but every character rings with a bit of truth from where they came from.

It'll be a while until I start writing again, personally, but I will keep writing about his character. One is not truly dead until forgotten. He will not be forgotten.

Techno was never without his humor and surprises, linked in his video was his merch site which now has a line of merch dedicated to his memory, a portion of the proceeds is dedicated to the sarcoma foundation. Here is the link. http://www.curesarcoma.org Please donate if you are able.

Please remember, it is okay to feel as much or as little as you are capable, but please be respectful. Do not interact with any of the CCs unless prompted about this subject. Respect Techno's friends and family. Take care of yourselves. <3

[autumnworld19]

Autumn! How are you? Hope everything is going well! I had a whole idea come to me the other day and I must share it!!!!!! Ok so there's a royal guard, a real rough sorta guy, battle-hardened, all that good stuff, and he has an affair with the princess or queen or whoever and he gets exiled. He still has feelings for the princess of course but in order to survive he makes a living by becoming a sellsword. He ends up in this one town and he gets paid by them to protect them, he decides to get a monthly sum to beat back some bandits every now and then is pretty good and so he stays.

This is where the reader comes in. Just a plain blacksmith's daughter who feeds him jam drops as her father fixes his knives or makes him new armour. He starts to get excited to see her and even finds himself telling her epic tales and giving her little gifts when he sees her. By now it's been over a year since him being exiled and he sees a chance to have a pretty little wife take care of him. However since I'm a fucking sucker for angst, I see him still "loving" the princess and seeing the reader as someone to settle for, someone to take care of him and keep his bed warm. Of course, the reader falls desperately in love with him and when he asks her father to marry her, she's listening in from outside the door and comes barging in to say yes before her father can think of a reason to hesitate.

A few months after the wedding, news reaches them that the princess killed her father and took the throne and is now asking for him to be brought back to the castle. The reader only now founds out about who he used to be and is heartbroken, realising he never loved her as much as she loved him and maybe never would. BUT SIKE he is now obsessed with the reader and head over heels in love and when he declines the invitation back to the castle and the princess now queen gets a bit jealous, a series of events kick off that have them hiding throughout the kingdom and him protecting his precious wife to the death. All in all, I just want to write a series of stuff about an obsessed mercenary protecting his sweet wife who acts a bit emotional sometimes because she thinks she's in competition with a literal queen but her husband tries to reassure her he loves her more than anything and is more than happy to prove it through violence. SUNSHINE AND GRUMP trope but to the fucking max. Anyway hope you have a great day and all the best!!

Lots of love mae xx

I’m doing great, thanks for asking :)

Sorry I answered late, I was super busy with stuff. But I gotta say I love this idea!

I seriously love the tough/strong battle-hardening, brooding man who decides he wants to love on small race of land with his pretty wife he picked up.

I love the angst as well! She will continued feeling like she wouldn’t be good enough as wife, I mean compared to a queen??? Any body would have second thoughts about their “worth”. Even though he’s literally being hunted down because be refused to leave her and be with someone “better”. I can imagine them both angsty believing it is their fault for why their spouse’s life is so difficult and challenging. I can imagine the reader to be easily prone to anxiety than the Yandere.

I really enjoyed this, thank you for sending it to me! Sorry I didn’t write a lot, you had such amazing things to say, I’m utterly speechless.

~ Autumn

[merulanoir]

I posted 7,760 times in 2022

That's 1,916 more posts than 2021!

317 posts created (4%)

7,443 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@sorrelchestnut

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I tagged 2,862 of my posts in 2022

#dishonored - 297 posts

#blackbirb babbles - 201 posts

#our flag means death - 139 posts

#dnd - 117 posts

#judaism - 82 posts

#dragon age - 70 posts

#horizon forbidden west - 57 posts

#disco elysium - 56 posts

#death stranding - 47 posts

#the witcher - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#id feel so much more welcome at a pride thats a riot and welcomes kinky people than at whatever sanitized toothless crap some folks promote

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Fucking hate the feeling when you're bored and your brain hurts because it craves engagement but at the same time nothing feels appealing, no hobby or videogame or activity feels like worth the effort, so you just sit on the couch like

>:(

219 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#4

Some days the executive really dysfunctions huh.

351 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#3

I continue being amazed just how much of an effect starting hrt had on my sexuality. I used to think I was attracted to guys and masc-presenting people, but sike! My crushes on guys were 90% my debilitating dysphoria going gotta be one of my favorite genders, that.

I've been on T for 1.5 years, and in that time I've done something of a 180; I get weak in the knees for femmes and feminine people. I have zero wish to be feminine myself, but....girls pretty......

This has been (and keeps being) an interesting journey. I very much identify as "just some guy" but I can't deny feeling a massive kinship with butches and he/him lesbians. I present fairly binary in my irl life just for safety reasons, but everything about how I experience attraction, gender, and sexuality is profoundly queer.

This also goes to show how sometimes you won't know everything about yourself before the blaring alarm of dysphoria is finally addressed and silenced. I just want to give a shout-out to everyone who thought they were flavor A, only to later change their mind. Having the headspace to figure this stuff out is priceless. Obviously most people probably know their sexuality before transition, but I just want to reiterate that it's okay if you don't. Seems like I didn't.

Before life settled down, these kinds of odd and even contradictory vibes would have made me anxious. I would have felt like I have to pick one and own it a 100%. Now I'm just...kind of content to sit with these ideas. Maybe one will grow bigger than the others. Maybe not. All this comes before I even touch the fact that I'm some flavor of aroace. :D

I've become more private in recent years but maybe sharing this insight will help someone. I'm 31, which isn't that old, but I know I would have needed examples of older (not old, lmao) folks transitioning. Especially with the recent resurgence of TERF bullshit and hate against trans guys and transmasc people, I feel it's important to show that the people behind online handles are both more complicated than you'd think AND that they're still. Just some guy.

Peace, and happy pride month. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

523 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#2

I fucking love it here, I'm never leaving Tumblr.

525 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My partner was mailing me a care package and she asked if I'd like "a Kim Kitsuragi print."

Obviously I said yes, thinking she meant, like, a printed picture.

WRONG

See the full post

6,889 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

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[yana125]

Today I experienced the... not the worst day of my life at my workplace but I just got a slap from my own limitations and the spiral I can go down so easily because of the most trivial thing, and as a second slap I witnessed how fast it could have been solved and avoided? For short 2,5 years ago I'd been tasked with an important administration thing. I'd known the moment my coworker gave me this task before she left, believing in me that I can do it, that I wouldn't be able to do it. I know myself. But people just... believe that I can do things? And I hadn't wanted to dishearten her or my boss, because I'm also afraid to disappoint the people who I admire and cherish. So with the tightness of anxiety in my chest I'd said yes to this task. And for 1,5 years I could do it. I'd updated this important administration thing, I even had fun annoying my coworkers with me showing up each month. But then last autumn it just... I just couldn't do it anymore. I got frustrated because of the most trivial thing. Each year I had to rewrite this important administration thing into an other important administration thing. Keep the data that stayed for the next year, add the new data as it arrived during the year, repeat next autumn. Each data is seperated by months and if the page is filled I flip the page and continue writing the month there. And what was the most trivial thing? I didn't know how much space I should leave for the data that would arrive during the year. Should I keep one page for the month or two pages? If I leave one page and it fills up where would I write the new ones? If I leave two pages what if no new data would be added to that month? I just wasted a full page in the important administration thing. And I'd started copying the remaining data into the new important administration thing during last autumn but because of this frustration I'd started spiraling down and photocopies of new data were given to me which had frustrated me even more, but I'd been thinking that I would wait until the end of winter when I would get only a few new data so I could count how many pages I would need.

Sike! I'd put the important administration thing into the closet! And what I don't see it doesn't exist! And I'd completely forgotten about it for weeks. Sometimes when I remembered my procrastination kicked in. Then I forgot about it, then procrastination again, then summer break, then BOOM! Full on anxiety! I only had a few weeks to finish! I couldn't finish it in a few weeks! It was too much! Spiraling, spiraling. Then my boss' deputy asked if I wanted to write this important administration thing next year too. And I was like no. No way in hell. This important administration thing appeared in my mind one night when I almost fell asleep and it made me so anxious that I couldn't relax enough to finally fall asleep for an hour. I do not want it. And I gave her this barely written important administration thing with so much shame and self hatred that I can't even tell you... Everyone would be disappointed in me, my boss would be disappointed in me, and as I said I'm afraid to disappoint the people who I admire and cherish, and every time I remembered this important administration thing I couldn't help but imagine how angry they would be. I couldn't even talk to my boss and her deputy for a whole day. Then today the deputy asked me to help her with this important administration thing because she'd never done anything like this before so I went to the office and showed her which data should go where and like.... It was going so fast all of a sudden? There was no problem with my gigantic trivial thing? And nobody was angry at me, they only said with the kindest voice that I should've told them earlier. And I should have buuuuut I'm afraid to disappoint the people who I admire and cherish. My worst enemy is myself. So thank you, no more important administration things, just my own little administration things connected to only my little space in my workplace. My procrastination is still present, but at least I can catch up to myself more easily with that.

[jplupine]

Feral Possession: Chapter 19

Confliction

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.1k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror, Mention of Cunnilingus

Summary: Another day out, and Wynter thinks over their growing doubts.

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Masterlist | Chapter 19:

  Sitting behind the couch as I was sewing up the holes from Grimmjow's claws, I could hear the TV playing and switching channels. The demon was on the couch with Dagur, and I would have had him fix the couch instead since he did the damage but he didn't know how to sew. Well, either he didn't know how to sew or he just said he didn't.

  But then again, I couldn't even picture Grimmjow doing such delicate work like this. He'd probably accidentally rip it more while trying.

  "Hey, I've been thinking about something." I spoke up while pulling the needle through the fabric over the couch.

  "Congratulations, you have a brain." Grimmjow popped off while changing the channel again.

  "Fine, I won't tell you then." My hands continued to work as I waited patiently.

  "....Thinking about what?"

  "I didn't think you wanted to hear it."

  "Just fucking say it already."

  "I was thinking, if you can go without killing someone....I'll let you start going places with me." I tightened the thread before a head of blue hair peeked over the back of the couch. Grimmjow looked at me skeptically with narrowed eyes.

  "Bullshit."

  "No bullshit. You, uh, did well on the dog walk. And, you know, since I can't take my katana with me into places like the grocery store, it might be better to have you around." I said while looking up at the demon, and his eyes narrowed even more.

  "So I can't kill people, but demons are free game?"

  "Well, you should try avoiding transforming with people around, but other than that...." Shrugging, I saw his ears flick.

  "You know that'll piss off the exorcists."

  "Who said they had to know? And if they find out, they can't say anything against it so long as you're behaving."

  "Why should I believe you'd let me go out that often?"

  "Why shouldn't you?"

  "Plenty of reasons why I shouldn't."

  "Do you want to get out or not?"

  "Yes." Grimmjow quickly said.

  "Okay, then." I dropped my gaze back to the tears in the couch to stick the needle through the fabric again. I could still feel Grimmjow looking at me for a few seconds more as if he was waiting for me to say 'sike'. However, when he eventually caught on I wasn't going to, he slid back down on the couch to watch TV again.

  "Remember, you need to stay beside me so you don't get lost." I pointed.

  "I'm not a fucking child."

  "Do you really want to get stuck in a crowd of humans?" Raising my eyebrows as I looked at Grimmjow, I crossed my arms.

  "No."

  "I didn't think so. Now....let's see how this goes." I softly sighed before turning to face the grocery store. Grimmjow hadn't been too fond of the drive here, but hopefully, he'd do better now that he could walk around.

  Grabbing a cart, we entered the store with the demon just a few steps behind me. I then dug out the shopping list from my pocket and went into an aisle. I could still sense Grimmjow behind me, so I didn't bother to look back and check.

  However, now that we were here, I noticed he was rather....quiet. It was uncharacteristic of him, and it looked like he was just observing his surroundings when I checked on him. He even kept his hands in his pockets while never being more than three steps behind me.

  "What do you want for dinner tonight?" I questioned over my shoulder as I was looking at bell peppers.

  "Stir fry."

  "What kind?"

  "The garlic pork one." Grimmjow came up beside me while looking at the peppers I stood in front of. Setting one back down, I put the one I kept into a bag.

  "I'll need to grab some sriracha too, then." I paused before looking at the demon. "How are you doing, by the way? Not, uh, feeling like you wanna hit someone?"

  "I'm fine." Grimmjow gave me a look.

  "I'm just making sure."

  "I was alive long before you were even a sperm, I think I can handle a grocery store."

  "Says the guy that could barely handle a hug before." I popped off while moving on to more vegetables.

  "I handled it fine!" Grimmjow's brows furrowed even more, and I chuckled.

  "Right. You like to play all big and bad, but I know you've got soft spots."

  "And I know you're nothing but soft spots."

  "Come off the high horse, Pantera. We both know you struggle with the domestic things."

  "No, I don't." His nose scrunched up as he looked down at me. Looking right back at him, I grabbed his hand while lacing my fingers with his. Maintaining direct eye contact, he knew this was a challenge.

  And he was losing as the tips of his ears were turning red.

  "You stupid little fucker." He lowly growled.

  "Yeah, well, you're not letting go of my hand either, you affection-starved asshole." I replied, and Grimmjow finally snatched his hand away as his face scrunched up. Chuckling, I turned to lean on the cart while pushing it. "Face it, Pantera. There are things you can't just brush off."

  "I could say the same to you." He retorted before his voice was just a few inches away from my ear. "Can you just brush off the thought of my tongue buried in your pussy? Me eating you out until you're a drooling mess? Me sucking on your-" I cut the demon off by covering his mouth with my hand.

  I could feel him smiling against my palm as my cheeks were hot.

  "You know damn well that only works because you happen to be attractive. It's just a physical reaction, don't get so cocky."

  "The real thing is a lot better than your imagination, Little Rabbit." Grimmjow said after taking my hand off his face.

  "Pass."

  "Your loss."

  "I thought you jerking off fixed your horniness."

  "More or less." He shrugged before his expression changed. "You said being sexually pent up makes you want it more. How the fuck haven't you gone nuts?"

  "Excuse me?"

  "You don't have sex and you don't jack it, either. How in the Hell are you dealing with those urges?"

  "Not everyone is like you, Pantera. And who said I wasn't?" I mumbled the last part, but the demon still heard me.

  "What?"

  "What?"

  "Okay, I know you're not having sex. I'd have smelled it on you if you had, and you don't go anywhere long enough to."

  "Yeah. And?" I grabbed some bananas to look them over before putting them into the cart.

  "And I would also smell you masturbating."

  "Obviously not."

  "I would. There's no mistaking that scent, little rabbit."

  "Are you really wanting to talk about this while I'm trying to pick fruit?" I gave Grimmjow a look while holding some apples.

  "Yes." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I call bullshit."

  "Then call bullshit. I'm simply not the puritan you claim me to be regardless of what you think."

  "There's just no way-"

  "Shower. I do it in the shower. Now, will you drop it? I don't want someone to overhear you."

  "....Maybe there is a way."

  "Oh, my-" I sighed while rolling my eyes.

  "What do you even think about? It's not like you can take porn into the shower."

  "That's none of your business."

  "Is it piss-boy?"

  "What?" I made a face while looking at Grimmjow. "I already told you, I don't think of him that way."

  "Just asking." The demon nonchalantly shrugged. "So, what naughty fantasies get the little rabbit all hot and bothered?" Grimmjow asked while smirking and sliding his hands into his pockets. He continued to trail after me as I got groceries, but he at least kept his voice down as he continued to talk.

  "You shutting up just might do the trick." I popped off, and Grimmjow's expression was similar to a pout but angrier looking.

  "Rude ass."

  "You are the poster child for rude asses."

  While I was putting away groceries, Grimmjow was actually helping me. However, he wasn't helping without a cost- he was eating jerky the entire time he was emptying bags.

  And after having a successful trip to the store, I couldn't help but discreetly observe the demon. I realized on the drive back just how different Grimmjow was now. Remembering our first encounter, the terrorizing and the taunting that followed, even the threats and flashing of fangs.

  But now....

  Now, he was helping me with groceries. Grimmjow still had his aggressive moments and what all, but it wasn't the same as before. The only time I saw the old Grimmjow now was when another demon came onto the property.

  He bit into another piece of jerky before grabbing the apples to put them into the bowl next to the bananas. My eyes glanced over him as I put away a bag of chips in the pantry. I paid attention to how he moved and did such a mundane task.

  Something then seemed to click as my mouth slightly opened and my brows furrowed. I was now conflicted because, certainly, the lightbulb in my head had to be wrong. Or was that just denial talking?

  "Grimmjow?" I spoke up, and those blue eyes locked on me. "You're still in human form."

  "So?" He said around the jerky.

  "Why?"

  "Because I can."

  "Seriously."

  "What, am I not allowed to be?"

  "That's not what I meant." Clearing my throat, I waved my hand while stepping out of the pantry. "You don't like humans, but you often make yourself look human when you don't have to. And I think I finally figured out why, but I'm....not sure if I'm right." Grimmjow paused his chewing.

  "Why do you think I do it?" His expression only made me feel like he knew what I was thinking and that I just might be right.

  "To make me feel more comfortable with you." I stated. "You don't have the fangs and claws in this form, so you come off as less predatory. It adds up since you mainly do it when you're close to me. I probably didn't catch on sooner since you still use your demon form, but you were in human form even when comforting me about my uncle."

  "Someone definitely looks too deep into shit." Grimmjow rolled his eyes.

  "It's either you do it in an attempt to make me more comfortable, or because you have a complex with how you look. Now, which one sounds more likely, Mr. I'm Sexy And I Know It?" I replied while crossing my arms.

  "Neither." He dug into the bag of jerky to grab another piece. "And here I was thinking you were smart, Little Rabbit."

  "You're doing that thing you do when you're trying to deny the truth. Averting your gaze, shifting on your feet nervously, and fidgeting." Pointing at the demon, he then froze as his eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up a little. "Does this have to do with you wanting me to be your Fraccion?"

  "Shut up! I was high when I said that!"

  "You've come a long way."

  "What?" His face twisted with confusion as he looked at me.

  "Mm, still a bit of an ass though."

  "What are you even talking about?!"

  "I'm talking about you, fool. I think I like you better not trying to scare the shit out of me." I said while walking toward him before putting a hand on his shoulder. "But you don't have to change your form to make me more comfortable in your presence. I'm fine either way."

  "Little Rabbit, you just admitted to liking me again." Grimmjow got a little smirk.

  "Of course, that's the part you decide to hear."

  "It was the only part worth hearing."

  "Why do I even bother complimenting you?" I popped off while rolling my eyes.

  "I don't know, but keep doing it."

  "And inflate your ego even more? I'll pass." Chuckling, I stole a slice of jerky and bit into it while walking away.

  Taking my glasses off and rubbing my tired eyes, I went into my bedroom for the night. I'd spent hours after dinner working, so I was exhausted and ready for bed. Setting my glasses on the nightstand, I then turned on the lamp.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when I suddenly saw Grimmjow sitting on the end of the bed. He was even in his Resurreccion form as his tail was lazily curling, and that sharp gaze of his was unexpected.

  "Shit, you blend into the shadows way too fucking well in spite of that bright blue hair." I rubbed my brow with one hand on my hip. "So, what is it this time? Trying to prove a point or just wanting to startle me?"

  Grimmjow just silently sat there while looking at me. I raised my eyebrows at him while waiting for an answer, but he didn't give one. Instead, he finally moved and reached out to grab my hand.

  The demon gently pulled me onto the mattress until I was sitting in front of him. I was only more confused as he leaned his head down to rest his chin on my shoulder. And then he stayed like that with no explanation.

  My brows furrowed more as the seconds turned into a minute....and then into another minute. Grimmjow huffed through his nose like a bull before grabbing my hand to put it on the back of his neck. His mane was soft to the touch, and I finally understood what the demon was doing.

  He was seeking reassurance that I truly meant what I said earlier that day. Grimmjow looked his most monstrous like this, so if I was fine with it, then I really didn't care what other forms he took. I was yet again shown just how human this demon could be.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him along with me as I flopped down on the bed. Grimmjow seemed surprised as I curled up with him and blindly reached back to turn off the lamp.

  "I'm exhausted." I grumbled after the light went out. Burying my fingers back into his mane, I relaxed and closed my eyes. "I think you might actually be softer than Dagur...." My voice was low, and as if summoning the dog, he jumped onto the bed before coming up behind me to lay down.

  Scoffing, I laid there while sandwiched between the two. Grimmjow eventually draped his arm over my side and got comfortable to go to sleep. Running my fingers through his fur, he even began to purr.

  I felt a small smile pull at my lips. It was honestly very relaxing to be cuddling in bed after working hours on end. His strong arms around me and the low purring was just too perfect.

  Waking up, the morning light coming through the gaps of the curtains lit the room enough for me to see. Grimmjow was still laying in front of me in his Ressurrecion form, and I had to admit, it was very....different to wake up to those massive fangs so close to my face.

  Narrowing my eyes a fraction, my gaze went from those teeth to his face. He was softly breathing while asleep, and his ear slightly twitched. I was pleasantly warm with him wrapped around me, and I softly sighed through my nose.

  Maybe it was because of me just waking up, but I found myself thinking that I might not be able to actually send this demon back to Hell. It wasn't that I thought I'd never possess the ability to, it was that I didn't think I would have the heart to.

  Sure, he looked scary at a first glance, however, I was stupid and got to know him and coaxed out the softer side of him. I thought bringing out his humanity would make him safer, and technically it did, but somewhere along the way I....

  Maybe I was just too nice and felt bad about sending him to literal Hell after finding out some of the shit he'd gone through. And I couldn't kill him either. That I knew for sure I no longer had the heart for. I knew it was stupid, but I'd come to enjoy Grimmjow's company.

  Pizza nights on the couch, banter while I cooked, casual chatting as I tried to work. It was just daily life at this point, and thinking of it all without Grimmjow made me feel lonely. I'd gone and gotten attached to the demon I was trying to exorcise.

  I already knew I had when I admitted preferring Grimmjow as an ally, but since then, it'd only gotten worse. I legitimately could see him as a friend even if he was a shithead at times. Not to mention he'd even saved my life a few times now.

  What the Hell was I going to do with him? Send him to Hell? Bind him? Seal him? What?

  Shaking my head, I sat up while rubbing my forehead. Grimmjow woke up from the movement and blinked a few times before looking at me.

  "I'm gonna make coffee. What do you feel like for breakfast?" I asked while swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. The demon stretched out over the mattress before he began to shrink down as his fur faded away. I looked away since he was naked, but now that he had lips, he replied.

  "Eggs, bacon, and hash browns."

  "Can do." Getting up, I left while grabbing a hairband to put my hair back and headed to the kitchen. Washing my hands once I got to the sink, I then went through the motions of making breakfast while still thinking.

  Me being so empathetic toward the demon would either be the end of me or at the very least get me into some deep shit. The Soul Society was already split on how to handle our situation, and now so was I. Even so, I couldn't say it's been only negative.

  Grimmjow has made incredible improvements, and I've also been able to further research first-hand his species and psychological progress- something the Soul Society had yet to accomplish in the entire time they've existed. Maybe that's what I should do. Continue the research.

  The reason for my revenge was gone, Grimmjow no longer wanted to kill me or even eat my soul, and we had a weird friendship going on now, so what other reason did I personally have to exorcise him?

  '....Why would I even ask that question? He's still dangerous to other people.' I thought while sighing through my nose.

  Since I was still at such an impasse, I figured I should put it on the back burner for now and focus on getting stronger. No matter what my decision would be, I still couldn't do much as an exorcist, so why should I fret over what I should do and how I should do it if I couldn't even do anything yet?

[wonwoonlight]

i feel like my asks are getting eaten this isn’t fair i write long ass messages and then tumbrls like “oh what a fine time to be alive and persuade ppls asks to join a cult in satans leg bone and never go back to the intended recipient” 💀💀💀 TUMBLR STOP I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO WRITE MY MESSAGES TWICE WHEN YOU DECIDE TO PHOTOSYNTHESIS IT YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SHOE POLISH (for reference this is the genshin anon whos trying to continue our fun conversation but tumblrs like sike im gonna try resend my ask later)

genshin anon omg no!!! i got your ask dw!! i'm getting to it in a bit <33

but yes tumblr can be an ass sometimes and just eat asks which is a nightmare as anons bc i'd be like.... omg did they get my message 😭😭

[firelord-frowny]

lololol i kinda for serious wanna know people's opinionnnssss about this dumb Theory i came up with when i was like 11

so like. my Theory is that a potential kidnapper/rapist/serial killer, especially if they're a total stranger to the victim, could potentially be successfully deterred if the victim just does some HELLA off-the-wall shit. but obviously i ain't about to test that theory lmao just

imagine! please imagine! and then tell me!

what do you think a kidnapper would do if, in the midst of struggling to get away, you suddenly just tickled them?? They're trying to force you into the trunk of their car and you just reach out and go "coochie coochie coo!" and wiggle your fingers against their tummy lmfao what would they doooooooo???

or!

you're walking along in public somewhere and an Evil Doer covertly grabs you and threatens you with a knife and orders you to walk calmly with them to their vehicle, but instead of complying or crying out for help, you just fuckin fall on the ground and start pretending to have a seizure. eyes rolled back! Flopping face down on the ground! Maybe you can even manage to piss yourself!

like, i can't imagine that a kidnapper would continue trying to kidnap someone who's having a violent seizure! And i can't imagine that they'd stab/harm the person at that point either, bc SURELY bystanders would be drawn to the spectacle of somebody sizzling on the ground in an obvious medical emergency. So like, either the kidnapper would break out with the "fuck this shit i'm out" and get the hell out of dodge, OR they'd try to pretend that they're your caretaker and assure bystanders that they're going to take you to a hospital, but that would be stupid for them to do, bc you could easily discontinue your seizure act and be like SIKE LMAO THIS MAN IS A KIDNAPPER PLEASE HELP.

Or! Or! Or! Kinda more in line with the tickling bit,

what if you ~sensually caress~ them while they're trying to manhandle you into compliance! Like you just gently stroke their cheek or omg what if you made orgasm noises? Kidnapper is trying to get you in their car and then you just fuckin moan like YES! OH! YES! HARDE! YES!

omg would a rapist change his mind about raping if the victim was like "hey, you don't wanna be doin that, man, i've got AIDS" ??? can you imagine you tell your potential rapist you have aids and he's like "oh shit, thanks for disclosing that. i'll go find someone else to assault instead" lmaooo

[atsuwiee]

hi,

can i please request an ask of sunghoon teasing his short gf.

thank you!

i like it though :: p.sh

genre: fluff pairing: park sunghoon x short fem!reader

warnings: some grammatical errors, not proofread tel's note: thanks for requesting! i hope you like this hehe <3 (also don't mind the header i used. idk i found it rlly funny and cute so- HAHAHSHA)

"okay give me that!" you say trying to reach your phone from your very very tall boyfriend, park sunghoon. "kiss first" he says, while stretching his arm farther from you. you groaned and still tried to get your phone. "sunghoon my game isn't on pause!" you say, struggling to reach your phone.

sunghoon just chuckled at the sight of you, he just really thinks this is funny. "not my fault you didn't want to pay attention to me" he says. you sigh "okay come here..." you say gesturing to lower himself so you can give him a kiss.

"sike!" you say and finally grab your phone from him. "aish, come back here!" you hear his distant voice from across the room while you ran to the couch.

sunghoon sighed while you continued your game. "give me that" he said powering off your phone and putting it above him, again. "argh, not again" you say. "why can't you just give me a kiss, and we'll live peacefully" he says. "why can't you just stop grabbing my phone?!" you say back.

"you look cute when you're angry" he says. "is it because i'm short?" you ask with your arms crossed. "well, yes" he says with a stupid grin. "hmph" he heard you say and saw you pout. you headed to the living room again and sat there while sunghoon frowned a bit.

he sat beside you and sighed "okay here, you can have it back" he says handing your phone to you. "...even without a kiss?" you asked and he nodded. "yeah even without... i really wanted it though" you chuckled upon hearing his comment and suddenly gave him a peck on his lips.

"stop looking at me like that- you were just so needy so i had to" you say to your boyfriend who had another stupid grin on his face. "you're so cute when you're like that" he says while pinching your cheeks. "then should i just stay mad at you? since you tell me i look cute like this and since i'm a shortie" you say jokingly.

"no, ma'am- don't stay mad at me please" sunghoon says while you chuckle at him. "you look cute either way" "i don't like how i'm short though" you say with a pout.

"i like it though" he says, plating a kiss on your head. you blush a bit but then he steals another kiss from your lips. "you're always cute, y'know that" he says with a small chuckle while he traps you in his arms, the warm embrace comforting you.