#thank you to everyone who’s followed along but Especially to people who left behind kind notes and funny tags.

[pizzazz-party]

Day thirty! It’s been real.

[genshinology]

SIMON SAYS. alhaitham

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing : alhaitham x gn!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ genre : borderline platonic relationship and fluff.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count : 0.9k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary : as a professional procrastinator, alhaitham thought he needed to remind you that this bad habit of yours shouldn’t be a thing for your future assignment under his supervision.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ content : akademiya student!reader, the setting is at the library in the middle of the night, reader is alhaitham’s student/apprentice (idk anymore), nothing too vague except that alhaitham is quite bold near the end.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ notes : a lil’ something since i have TONS of assignments and i need some motivations to continue. i am fully aware that simon says is technically a children game but, i (or any other students would) just need a small push from external things HAHA. anyways, first time writing for this sumeru man!!

disclaimer: some things from the scenario aren’t aligned with the real lore alhaitham has in-game, so please, take this with a grain of salt!

“simon says do not procrastinate.”

“excuse me?” you halted whatever the things your hands were currently on, before alhaitham quietly sat in front of you, body facing directly at your side, all papers were scattered throughout the table. even when it was already dark outside, this was the consequence you had to face; staying up late to finish your report.

beside the dimmed light coming from the lantern to illuminate his strikingly built figure, one thing was clear enough to you. he was scolding you behind those childish words.

“you’re so... unbelievable,” you sighed. “if i must say so myself.”

“oh?” alhaitham seemed to find joy in your reaction. he knew that you tended to do things in the very last minutes. contrary to popular belief that alhaitham hated handling those kind of students, surprisingly, he ended up going along well with one student from that trope in the akademiya; you.

sometimes, over the past few years, he more often left with how did you even manage to enter the prestigious academy, but he saw how quick you were in doing things efficiently—now that he thought of it, it was definitely his bad to think quite lowly of you in the first place—but as someone who was quite an excellent student himself, he scared that the harsh world of knowledge at the akademiya might result in a more devastating ending for you and your study.

it just happened that alhaitham also cared about you more than he thought he would. the sheer thought of you couldn’t further your study at the akademiya gave him slight chills and fear. no, for him to see and supervise you everyday as his ‘student’, he needed to remind you that this bad habit couldn’t last long, especially when everyone around you was greedy enough to obtain new knowledge everyday.

he had already seen worst, of course he didn’t want all bad things happened to you.

“see?” he didn’t move an inch from his position, and god, he was actually distracting you. “this is what i have told you,” he tapped his index finger onto the paper you were currently writing. “—that if you actually followed my instructions and follow my guidelines, you wouldn’t be here until 4 a.m. just to end the report,” you hated how accurate he was, and you admitted that it was your fault for not listening attentively to his briefing about the year-end report he had kindly taught the format last month.

some newer students were complaining about how senior graduates weren’t that much of a help, but you, you were actually so lucky to have alhaitham as the person who took you under his wing. (of course, the first few days weren’t going well due to how you could sense his distaste about all this stupid system of senior-junior thing the akademiya recently incorporated, but literally everyone said you should be thankful to whoever that put you under one of the smartest people in the recent years of akademiya.)

“then why did you insist to join me? i know you’re exhausted and all, you scoffed. “..and it is nearing 4 a.m.” you didn’t dare to look up once again and met his orange pupils—sometimes, you shrugged off the fact that you might be crushing on him but his eyes were definitely the most beautiful ones you’d ever seen coming from someone else’s—but instead continued to pretend that you were busy thinking to form extensive sentences in your report.

“angel, you need to submit this report tomorrow, isn’t it?” you almost coughed at the sudden name he called you, and almost dropping your pen right then and there, but you fortunately knew how to contain it well and acted like you didn’t bother by how smooth the word slipped past his throat when he said that. “so, tell me, when should i check your final draft? you need to have my approval first, or the sages will come for you.”

“the most rational timing would be after i have finished my report..” you slapped away all the coming thoughts mentally when you found yourself stuck with him for the past few hours in the library and how suffocating the air was now that you just realised that he did shift his seat to see your progress clearer.

and of course, the manly heat radiating off of him was becoming more evident.

“yes,” he nodded, fully unaware at how even the closeness ticked you off so bad. you were already consumed with guilt, but your brain seemed to stop working because of him, or, because of your exhaustion state. and you needed to act out fast for this report to finish because you didn’t want to burden him with your presence or, wait, was it because you didn’t want to stay with him any longer?

“now that you figured it out,” alhaitham finally stood up straight, but your stomach ultimately dropped when he walked agonizingly slow, seemed like he didn’t feel sleepy as much as you did. “next year, for your thesis, let’s end it in a more systematic way, hm?” 

his lips brushed your flaming cheeks ever so slightly as he whispered those words, but maybe it was just your own delusional thoughts. “because angel, you seem so out of place with me all this time,” he redacted all his body away from you, but maybe you were just imagining things because of how dizzy you’d gotten. but his words made you felt like hiding underneath the table because he knew. oh, how unprofessional of you.

he knew. of course he knew all this time. about you, about the report. it was the alhaitham after all.

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[xiaoriae]

SIMON SAYS.

— PAIRING ; alhaitham x gn!reader

— GENRE ; borderline platonic relationship and fluff.

— WORD COUNT ; 0.9k

— SUMMARY ; alhaitham thought he needed to remind you that this one bad habit of yours should not be a thing for your future assignment under his supervision.

— CONTENT ; akademiya student!reader, the setting is at the library in the middle of the night, reader is alhaitham’s student/apprentice (idk anymore), alhaitham calls reader as angel twice, nothing too vague except that alhaitham is quite bold near the end.

— NOTES ; this is a repost from my old blog! i am quite sorry if alhaitham is slightly ooc, i wrote this piece way before he was officially playable, or that i wrote this when he was like just out in the game.

disclaimer: some things from the scenario aren’t aligned with the real lore alhaitham has in-game, so please, take this with a grain of salt!

“simon says do not procrastinate.”

“excuse me?” you halted whatever things your hands were currently doing, before alhaitham quietly sat in front of you, body facing directly at your side, all papers were scattered throughout the table. even when it was already dark outside, this was the consequence you had to face; staying up late to finish your report.

beside the dimmed light coming from the lantern to illuminate his strikingly built figure, one thing was clear enough to you. he was scolding you behind those childish words.

“you’re so... unbelievable,” you sighed. “if i must say so myself.”

“oh?” alhaitham seemed to find joy in your reaction. he knew that you tended to do things in the very last minutes. contrary to popular belief that alhaitham hated handling those kind of students, surprisingly, he ended up going along well with one student from that trope in the akademiya; you.

sometimes, over the past few years, he more often left with how did you even manage to enter the prestigious academy, but he saw how quick you were in doing things efficiently at the very last few minutes—now that he thought of it, it was definitely his bad to think quite lowly of you in the first place—but as someone who was quite an excellent student himself, he scared that the harsh world of knowledge at the akademiya might result in a more devastating ending for you and your study.

it just happened that alhaitham also cared about you more than he thought he would. the sheer thought of you couldn’t further your study at the akademiya gave him slight chills and fear. no, for him to see and supervise you everyday as his ‘student’, he needed to remind you that this bad habit couldn’t last long, especially when everyone around you was greedy enough to obtain new knowledge everyday.

he had already seen worst, of course he didn’t want all bad things happened to you.

“see?” he didn’t move an inch from his position, and god, he was actually distracting you. “this is what i have told you,” he tapped his index finger onto the paper you were currently writing. “—that if you actually followed my instructions and the guidelines, you would not be here until 4 a.m. just to end the report,” you hated how accurate he was, and you admitted that it was your fault for not listening attentively to his briefing about the year-end report he had kindly taught the format last month.

some newer students were complaining about how senior graduates weren’t that much of a help, but you, you were actually so lucky to have alhaitham as the person who took you under his wing. (of course, the first few days weren’t going well due to how you could sense his distaste about all this stupid system of senior-junior thing the akademiya recently incorporated, but literally everyone said you should be thankful to whoever that put you under one of the smartest people in the recent years of akademiya.)

“then why did you insist to join me? i know you’re exhausted and all,” you scoffed. “..and it is nearing 4 a.m,” you didn’t dare to look up once again and met his orange pupils—sometimes, you shrugged off the fact that you might be crushing on him but his eyes were definitely the most beautiful ones you’d ever seen coming from someone else’s—but instead continued to pretend that you were busy thinking to form extensive sentences in your report.

“angel, you need to submit this report by tomorrow, isn’t it?” you almost coughed at the sudden name he called you, and almost dropping your pen right then and there, but you fortunately knew how to contain it well and acted like you didn’t bother by how smooth the word slipped past his throat when he said that. “so, tell me, when should i check your final draft? you need to have my approval first, or the sages will come for you.”

“the most rational timing would be after i have finished my report..” you slapped away all the coming thoughts mentally when you found yourself stuck with him for the past few hours in the library and how suffocating the air was now that you just realised that he did shift his seat to see your progress clearer.

and of course, the manly heat radiating off of him was becoming more evident.

“yes,” he nodded, fully unaware at how even the closeness ticked you off so bad. you were already consumed with guilt, but your brain seemed to stop working because of him, or, because of your exhaustion state. and you needed to act out fast for this report to finish because you didn’t want to burden him with your presence or, wait, was it because you didn’t want to stay with him any longer?

“now that you figured it out,” alhaitham finally stood up straight, but your stomach ultimately dropped when he walked agonizingly slow, seemed like he didn’t feel sleepy as much as you did. “next year, for your thesis, let’s end it in a more systematic way, hm?” 

his lips brushed your flaming cheeks ever so slightly as he whispered those words, but maybe it was just your own illogical thoughts. “because angel, you seem so out of place with me all this time,” he redacted his body away from you, but maybe you were just imagining things because of how dizzy you’d gotten. but his words made you felt like hiding underneath the table because he knew. oh, how unprofessional of you.

he knew. of course he knew all this time. about you, and the report. it was the alhaitham after all.

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[pokemon-ash-aus]

I really want to know about two captures in the rocket fled au, the bulbasaur and charmander captures

Took me a hot second to get what you meant Lol

Bulbasaur's capture is different, Ash still loves pokemon, it's just with a slightly hardened outlook on it.

When he fights Bulbasaur the first time around, he absolutely manages to catch him. Only following along when Meowth hits him on the leg to get him to follow.

Ash then gives Bulbasaur an offer.

Stay with his family or jump ship with Ash.

He gives him to the end of the day while he Meowth and Pikahu try and figure out how to help the other creatures, mostly surprised when Ash whips out Full Restores like they arent the most exoensive thing on the market.

It's clear that Ash is trying it's just he doesnt have the look of it. It unnerves Melanie to a high degree but she lets it pass especially when Bulbasaur decides to go with Ash in the end.

Charmander... Well, let's just say his is a far easier capture.

When Ash see's the Charmander, it's only thanks to Meowth that he even knows what's going on, and figures a Full Restore wont cut it. So he picks up this tiny ass Charmander and marches all of them to the pokecenter, spilling out expletives every which way.

"What kind if pathetic trainer just leaves his pokemon behind like this!? What kind of fucking scum let's a poor Charmander get injured this bad!?"

And it gets more and more creative. As time stretches on.

When Nurse Joy tries to scold Ash he slams a hand on the countertop and snarls at her

"I'd rather gouge both my eyes out then let any pokemon get this bad. Stop Bitching at the one trying to help him and find the fucker who did this to start."

He has to be reeled back by his companions cause *DONT TALK TO THE NURSE LIKE THAT!*

But Charmander is witnessing all of this.

As he's healig up and Ash is stewing in anger, they overhear Damien touting about a Charmander.

A Charmander he oresumably left injured in the rain.

No one can stop him as Ash marches over and oummels the guy, Damien's lackey's too terrified to do anything.

And it's only Pikachu's "Pikapi!" That forces Ash to stop. His fists a bloody mess before he stands up.

"Watch your back." Ash whispers to him in the dead quiet center as he gives him a semi soft smirk. "Cause if you don't, I'm gonna break it."

And he leaves.

Officer Jenny is called, but Ash plays deceptively innocent, even showing off his (unbruised) knuckles to prove it. People think it's a mass Hallucination from a psychic save for Ash who creepily grins at Damien each secind, wagging his finger to the beat of a ticking clock.

Charmander goes with Ash after that, delighted that someone stood up for him and even more happy that Ash is nice to him.

Later that same Day, Ash is spinning several pokeball's that he didnt have before. Just giving everyone a creepy ass smile whenever they ask about it.

[kingkatsuki]

Shinsou Hitoshi & @beigepajamas

Everyone should know mosh pit etiquette, but unfortunately they don’t. You were left trying to support crowd surfers virtually by yourself when these massive dudes decided it was more fun to slam directly into the sides of the pit, deliberately trying to open it up way more than it needed to be.

You were holding your own, but god those kinds of fuckers suck. Especially when you ended up with an elbow to the side after one slammed into you while you were holding up a crowd surfer. Knocking the wind out of you as you doubled over.

Seeing red you surged forward to shove him back, almost knocking him to the ground with sheer force when someone’s arms circled around your waist to pull you back against a firm chest.

“He ain’t worth it,” His lips pressed against your ear as you turned to face a gorgeous guy with purple hair, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You smile, “I’ve had way fucking worse, trust me.”

“Doesn’t make it okay.” His hand was still reassuring against your lower back as he leaned down to talk to you over the loud music. His eyes glaring at the prick who was still ruining the pit for everyone as he barged a guy to the side, spilling his pint everywhere.

When the song finished and the pit stilled Shinsou left your side, heading directly to the asshole that was ruining the vibes.

“Have you ever been in a fucking pit?” Shinsou snarled as he got directly into the guys face.

“I have actually, way better pits than this one,” The guy looked as though he was about to square up to him, fists clenched until the rest of the pit began to get behind you. All trying to force the asshole out of the crowd.

The cheer was loud enough to get the attention of the band as the guy left the middle, the crowd parting for him to leave as you felt relief you’d finally be able to actually enjoy the music.

You ended up sticking by Shinsou in the pit for the rest of the set, helping people up and lifting crowdsufers when they wanted to go. Shinsou even caught you by surprise by lifting you up and making you crowdsuf during the last song.

After the set you hung around, trying to find Shinsou in the dispersing crowd to thank him before finding your friends inside the festival site. And when you did you both ended up talking for ages, following each other to other stages when you found out you liked the same bands and going to the bar together.

You were sad when the night was over and you’d have to say goodbye to him, asking where he was staying tonight since he wasn’t local to the festival either. He ended up telling you he was going to sleep in his car, so you invite him to couch surf with you at your friends house.

And you both end up hanging out in the backyard, eating pizza and chilling into the early hours. He ends up kissing you before you go to sleep, and he tags along to the other dates you’re doing on the tour because of you— even though he was supposed to be going back to work the next day.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the get to know you asks!

11, 16, 55, 42 + 72

Hi! Thank you so much! 😁

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

This is mean, it changes all the time. 🥺

Time Will Tell by @galactic-pirates

Of Sequins and Scalpels by @tinknevertalks

He Can Be Very Charming by @zeldamacgregor

Bonus include: Diary of a Cat by samsg1 (lovely, if you're on here, I haven't figured out who you are), In the Nice Part of Town by tinknevertalks, and many others, it would take a whole other post. (I didn't link In the Nice Part of Town because you already did.)

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Easily over a dozen, if you don't count my impressive stack of WIPs. Picking only one? Hmm..... I think I've talked about this one before, but I really like it.

Everyone lives, post-show Sanctuary fic. It's a Teslen (or just maybe a Helen/Nikola/John, because I've been toying with it) story, but also lots of feels.

It takes place about three months after baby Alice is born and Helen and Nikola are discovering that while it's wonderful to have everyone safe and together, it does put a cramp on their private life, having fifteen people all connected to each other more closely than the other residents living in close quarters.

Abby has mostly joined the Sanctuary group and Will, Henry and Erika are there with baby Alice, Ashley is alive and well, John is there more often than not, Biggie is doing his usual thing, Kate and Garris are there for a stay, Gregory and Ranna are awaiting Praxis being rebuilt with their baby and another on the way.

There's going to be a lot of interruption on private time and a hilarious scene where Nikola ends up with both babies, but it's also going to be Helen realizing that just because they're all alive, together, and safe, it doesn't mean everything is well.

Helen ends up discovering rifts, hurt, and resentment among her family and sets about to trying to bring them into the light, because they all need to heal and the first step of healing is acknowledging that the pain is there.

Kind of along the lines of 'ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind' and there's no way in hell Helen is leaving any of her family behind, especially now.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Helen. I find her point of view the easiest to write for, even if she can difficult at times. I think I've settled into her viewpoint well. I wouldn't say that I've been swayed by followers/readers, because she was my favorite character going in and that hasn't changed.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

A Lesson In Aesthetic Qualities. 😆

I've only read chapter one so far, but yes, I recommend it. Though you wrote it, so you probably already know it's good.

72. What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

I try so, so hard to go in chronological order when I write fics, because nearly all of my original writing is out of order and I know I suffer for it.

So, front to back, except for a smattering of scenes that I write down so I remember them when I finally get to that point or get to the fic itself.

It's hard to train myself and as I write this, I'm about to cave and write down a few snippets, I think.

[singsweetmelodies]

Piarles Winter Fic Exchange

Hello fellow Piarlies 💙 Thank you so much for your interest in the idea of a winter fic exchange for our French and French-adjacent boys. All arrangements, sign-up details and explanations for the exchange can be found beneath the cut!

How does the exchange work?

The idea behind it is simple enough: at the time of posting, we only have two races left before F1 concludes for the year. We're going to miss our boys, and so we thought it would be cool if we could inspire a flood of Piarles-flavoured content to lift our spirits and make us miss F1 a little less over the break. And we thought that a gift exchange would be a fun way to do that, because, well, who doesn't love a present? Especially if that present is a fanfiction written just for you.

So how this works is: you sign up, submit your prompts for what you'd like to read in a gift fic, and then after sign-ups close, we'll assign you a partner to write for. Someone else will have been assigned to write for you, so on the due date, you'll post a gift fic and receive a gift fic of your own. 🎁

When are the deadlines and due dates?

Sign-ups are open as of now, and will remain open until the 16th of November 2022. After that point, we will close sign-ups and collect everyone's prompts.

Assignments will be sent out by the 21st of November (AKA, the day right after the final F1 race on the 2022 calendar.) You will then have the rest of November and all of December to work on your gift fics.

Gift fics are due to be posted on the 10th of January 2023, though we do want this to be a fun and no-real-pressure exchange for everyone, so if we notice that people are struggling to finish in time for the deadline, we can simply shift it up by a week. We can do this as many times as necessary for everyone to finish comfortably and produce a fic you know your giftee will enjoy. 💙

What are the posting instructions for the gift fics?

There aren't a whole lot of really specific or strict rules in this exchange, but the two we would like people to take note of are the following:

This is a Piarles fic exchange, so the main focus of your fanfiction should be the romantic relationship between Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc. Background pairings are allowed as long as the primary focus of your fic is still the dynamic between Charles and Pierre. (There will be a space in the sign-up form to indicate which background pairings you do and don't like. Please note, however, that there is no requirement to write any background pairings if you don't want to.)

The minimum word count for this exchange is 2k (2000) words. There is no cut-off or maximum word count, but we do ask that you try and write a one-shot instead of a multi-chapter if at all possible (unless you are very confident that you will be able to finish the multi-chap.)

We will do a more detailed post with AO3 collection details and final deadline/timezone instructions closer to the actual deadline. ❄

Is this a fic-only exchange, or can we create art as well?

This is indeed a fic-focused exchange, so in order to participate, we do request that everyone creates a fic that meets the 2k minimum. If you're inspired to create art of any kind to go along with your fic, though, then you are more than welcome to do so! In fact, you'd be the MVP if you did. 🎁

How does prompting work in this exchange?

There will be a space in the sign-up form for you to submit two different prompts. Prompts can be anything from AU ideas (eg. coffee shop AU) to dialogue (eg. "Shut up" // "Make me") to tropes or themes (eg. enemies to lovers). Anything goes, pretty much! Our only request is that you submit two completely different prompts - this is just to give your gift writer options.

As a gift writer, you can write either of the two prompts, or even go for some sort of creative combination of them both. It's completely up to you!

There will be a space where you can provide an explicit/smutty prompt if you want, but please note that your gift writer is not required to include any explicit content in their fic unless they're comfortable with doing so. 💙

What if I get prompts I really can't write?

Not to worry - if you really don't vibe with any of the prompts you have been given, you can get in touch with one of the mods and we will reach out to your giftee to provide an additional prompt or two. If things are still not working, we might reach out to someone else and have you swap giftees entirely. We want everyone to have a great time in this exchange, both in the writing and receiving parts of it!

We understand that sometimes life gets in the way, though, and you might not be able to fulfill your prompts for other reasons. We hope it doesn't happen, but if you need to drop out of the exchange for any reason, please just let one of our mods know so we can arrange a pinch-hitter to step in and write your giftee's fic in your place. ❄

Who are the mods for this exchange?

We have the wonderful team of @singsweetmelodies, @redyellowstupid, @dm3rv, and @welightitup running things for this exchange! 💙

Where and how do I sign up?

All you have to do is fill out this Google form, and then if you have a Discord account, you can join us in the exchange server (please send @singsweetmelodies​​ a message for the invite link)

@ Pierre/Charles shippers across Tumblr and AO3: we hope that this exchange will make you all smile over the winter break! We are so excited to share this with you all 🎁

[dreamer-oriented-express-1]

Cal is ENROLLED at MY College, Littlerock Technical School!

(Using a fake College name for security reasons! Again!)

(Sequel to my first Reality Imagine!)

(What IF I meet Cal Kestis again, but this time we’re older and we’re in college!)

(Just made this last year…wanting to share it of course!)

(KINDA LONG!)

Rating: G for…LOTS OF FLUFF!

I was dreading for this day to arrive. Apparently, for one of my classes, I am forced to go to campus to take this Biology survey of some kind. Even though doing it at home seemed more appropriate, my professor can be very annoying sometimes. I already have my ID badge with me as I step out of the car. I close the door, waving bye to my dad as I watch him drive off. I vaguely remember what my professor had told us in the email she sent a few days ago. I think we had to go to room 143 in building K. I wasn’t counting on it but I pushed all that aside as I marched my way to the front doors of the main campus building. In the main lobby sit two women, having the jobs of being receptionists. I go up, smiling shyly as one of the women notices me and smile back. “Hi! How can I help you?”, I boomeranged the same greeting. “Do you know where room 143 is?”, I see the woman point to the doors behind me. “That is at building D…across the way from here…”, “Thank you…”, “You’re welcome!”, I left out of there, making my way to the building of building D. Along the way, I see a good amount of people outside, especially in the courtyard that I just walked by. I enter the building seeing the room numbers start in the 130s. I walk up these stairs and come upon room numbers that start in the 140s. I walk just a little further to come upon room 143! I enter the room, seeing my fellow classmates and familiar faces I only seen on screen waiting around. Just as I took a seat, the professor walks, greeting everyone with her smile. “Hi everyone! Good morning! I know this may seems out of context for a lot of you, but I would just like to see personally on how your results are on the Biology survey…so please, follow me…”, Everyone gets up at the same time as I take a look to the see the professor leave the room.

We follow her to the computer lab, with people taking their seats. I took my seat, seeing a log in screen displayed on the monitor. Thank goodness I packed my password book with me! “Okay, now, I want everyone to log on and log into our class website, and we’ll go from there…”, I hear everyone type away on their computers as I type away on mines.

*TIMESKIP*

After what seemed like forever, I had finally took that Biology survey! The professor told us this was the only time we would be called to campus. Everything else is back online. I am just exiting the building, walking down this pathway when I notice a familiar guy sitting at this table by himself. Red-gingery hair, lean muscular body, casual dressing. That can’t be. I walk over, each step feeling heavier than the last. Just as I gotten near, the guy swiftly turns around, like as if he was expecting me. He smiles a smug smile. “Stalking’s rude…”, My eyes widen, not believing at who I was looking at. It was Cal Kestis—from Golden Serria High School. “Cal? Is that you?”, I had to asl, still not knowing if it was him or not. The beard he’s currently growing was throwing me off. Cal’s smile widens as he stands to his feet to face me. “Yeah…hey Lauryn!”, Not sure how or why, but I felt butterflies when he said my name. “Wha-what are you doing h-here?”, I stuttered slightly, seeing Cal was taking in amusement of how surprised I was being here right now.

“You know me, just doing college stuff…you?”, I nod in response, gesturing out my arms. “I’m doing college stuff too…I’m actually chasing a degree that deals with office stuff…”, Cal raises his brows slightly. “Really! Huh…well, hopefully you get your degree…I’m rooting for you…”, I smile, feeling shy as I look to the ground for a moment before looking back at him. “Thanks…are you by chance chasing anything?”, Cal rubs his neck in a nervous manner as he sits back down on the bench of the table. “Just a certificate in Welding…it’s nothin’ special…”, “Cool! You’ll be done in no time…”, Cal looks up to me, smiling widely. “Heh…yeah…true that…are you about to leave?”, I look behind to see some people from my class were walking to the special parking deck Littlerock Technical School had built recently. “I mean…kinda…I’m about to call my parents actually for them to come pick me up…my dad to be exact…”, Cal stands up from the table, grabbing a hold of his bag laying near his feet.

“Well, I can take you home…if you want me to…”, Now I feel my heart start to race. Take me? Home? In a car? My parents will freak the second that they hear I’m coming home in a stranger’s car! Not that Cal’s a stranger. I look to him, scrunching my eyebrows at him. “What, you drive or something?”, Cal takes out his keys from inside his bag, jiggling them in front of me. I can’t help but smile faintly. “Hmm—can you show me…?”, “Sure, follow me…”, Cal starts to walk on ahead, with me following after him, all the way to the parking deck. He takes out his ID card as I take out mine as well to show the guard lady as she had let us through. Cal takes hold of his keys, pressing on this button to make his car unlock, with the car making a beeping sound. I stand in front of it, noticing it was a black Jeep crossroad mix. I stand there to watch Cal open the door to toss his bag inside. He quickly closes it as he comes up to me, seeing I was in a trance. He helps by knocking me out of it, nudging my arm, with my face feeling like it’s on fire.

“You gonna call your parents or what?”, “Oh! Yeah! That! Sorry…”, I quickly take out my phone, calling my mom to see if she would pick up. A few rings in my ear and she does. After the mildly irritating conversation I had with her, she becomes forthright and allows me to come home in a “familiar friend’s” car. And of course, she tells me this will be only a one-time thing. I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket, turning around to face Cal, who had a worried look on his face the whole time. “So? What did she say?”, “She said it’s okay!”, “Alright! Let’s go…”, Cal goes to the driver’s side, hopping in as I follow after, into the passenger’s side. Just as he starts the engine, my heart starts to race a little again. I look over to Cal, who was so seemingly calm. I haven’t seen Cal in YEARS, and this is how he repays me—by taking me home. During the drive, I couldn’t take my eyes off his new haircut. “I see you trimmed your head a little…”, I see Cal stopped at this red light we came upon as he quickly combs through his hair. “Do you like it?”, “Of course! Yeah! It suits you!”, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own answer as Cal laughs along with me.

Going down the highway, I was keeping my eyes glued for the exit. At the halfway point, that’s when I noticed it. “Here! Turn here!”, Cal nods to me, making the turn. I glance around to see I was right for making that turn as I could see the side shops and the mall just down the road. I directed him a few more times until I noticed we were getting close to my home. Just pulling up and into the driveway, Cal takes out this piece of paper and hands it to me. “Here’s my number—so we’ll keep in touch…”, I calmly take it from him, trying to refrain myself from screaming. “Thanks…I’ll uh…try to text you when I can…”, Cal smiles as he exists the car, walks over to my side, and opens the door for me like a gentleman would. I step out, not helping myself as I hug on him around his neck. He was stiff for a moment, ut he was able to hug me back, around my middle. I release myself from him, smiling to him as I feel warmer than usual in my cheeks as Cal smiles back. He gets back into his Jeep mix, waving goodbye one last time as I watch him pull away and drive off, hoping I cross paths with him again. Someday!

The End!

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[anashins]

HUGE congratulations on hitting 2k followers!!! Your talent in writing amazes me every time and I’m so grateful to be able to read your work (although they make me ugly cry at 3am) ❤️

On that note, may I please request a strangers to lovers scenario with Jaehyun and it’s forbidden love cause he’s already engaged to someone else. A mixture of angst, smut and fluff at the end maybe (a combination I think you’re really good at writing). Thank you so much!!

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: infidelity, smut, plot twist

Word Count: 1k

We walk down the aisle, thinking it’s forever.

In the end, it never was.

Luckily, you had never quite believed in true love. And marriage - to you - was only a compromise between two people who were too scared to live their lives to the fullest and settled for less than they were worth as individuals.

“Mhmm… yes, right there.” 

Your back pressed against the wall behind you and your front teeth sank into your bottom lip as you lifted your right arm, your fingers in search of something to hold onto. It was quite cramped in this storage room, but that didn’t hinder you and the handsome stranger to make the best out of so little space.

You let out a quiet moan as your fingers enclosed the edge of the shelf over your head, the slit of your slip dress that felt like silk on your skin now baring to unfamiliar eyes what you had tried to keep hidden all along. The handsome stranger’s nails dug into the strong flesh of your thighs, and you felt his hot breath against your sensitive spot, then his tongue gliding along your folds. You suppressed an excited cry.

You initially hadn’t wanted to come to your big sister’s wedding. As the estranged youngest daughter, you had never really been the poster child, and your parents had made you feel it all across your childhood - until the day you had turned into a legal adult and bid them farewell to go your own way while your big sister checked all the stations in life parents could be proud of. Now, even marriage. 

Only recently, she had contacted you to join her big day and you had only reluctantly agreed. You hadn’t kept in touch, and so you barely knew your family anymore. The looks everyone threw at you convinced you that they felt the same. Luckily, you would disappear in thin air by tomorrow again.

Your back arched as the handsome stranger licked you all up, and your knees gave in, slowly letting you slide down the wall with his strong grip on your thighs still keeping you in place. So many lovers across the world, and no one had come this close to do this kind of magic with his tongue.

“Oh!” you then suddenly let out, and your palms pressed flat against the wall under you for little support as he sucked and nibbled on your clit. 

If someone hadn’t heard you before, they did now as the storage room was quite close to where the guests would find the restrooms. But you didn’t care much. Especially not when he arose, pulling you to your own feet along with him and unlatched his belt with one swift movement. His plum lips, as he faced you, turned up to an evil grin, and burning lust ignited within you.

No words were needed as you pulled up the lower part of your dress, draping it around your waist while his suit pants along with his boxers fell to his feet where your panties had also dropped to shortly before. Propping his arms against the wall to the left and right of you, you held onto his shoulders and jumped.

A moment later, he carried you by your bum with his one hand while the other was supporting you two with his fingers now holding onto the shelf. Your legs were tightly wrapped and locked securely around his waist where you already felt his length poking against your entrance.

You both moaned simultaneously as you adjusted your position and you slowly sank down onto him, your arms then wrapping around his neck, stilling for a second. And so many things happened in that second. First, you stared fondly at each other as your fingers softly grazed across his shoulder. Then, your faces moved closer until finally, you had his lips on yours for a kiss that was too tender for this kind of situation.

And as fast as it came, it also passed as the air nearly got knocked out of your lungs when he shoved you back and secured you between him and the wall. His breaths came in hitches and lowly, and despite you only having heard him speak two sentences before you both dragged the other into this room, it was the hottest thing you had ever heard.

Your head lolled your head back as he moved in and out of you fast and holding balance at the same time, chasing quick release as the ceremony only drew closer. He buried his face into your shoulder, biting your flesh, but instead of feeling hurt, it turned you on even more. Your cries mixed with his groans as you bobbed up and down on his cock, feeling your release approaching.

You didn’t kiss anymore, but held onto each other, dug fingers and gazed. And that was more than you had ever done before with a one night stand. And then, something even stranger happened after you had ridden out both of your orgasms and you still remained on the floor with trembling knees, too weak to get up right away.

He looked down at you, a kind smile on his face. “Here, let me help you up.” And he stretched out his hand. His hand that had been so strong when he had held you up, yet so soft when he brought you back to your feet.

Not much later, when you walked up the aisle with the other bridesmaids to line up, only mere minutes before the groom and his men would follow, you still thought about that handsome stranger and how you now thought that you were quite lucky to have joined the wedding. Perhaps, staying for a few days longer wouldn’t be so bad with this handsome stranger by your side.

We walk down the aisle, thinking it’s forever.

In the end, you were right. It never was.

Because the groom who walked up with his men to wait for his bride - your big sister - was no one else than the one you had been with shortly before in the storage room.

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Thank you dear for the congrats and thank you for requesting 💓💓💓

(FYI, I'm working at requests in no particular order, just whatever I feel like writing at that exact moment :))

[valgreaves]

my very first earnest attempt at drawing my boy when i was first playing ilitw vs my most recent stab at it again, five years later. i'd like to think that i've shown some noticeable improvement...? at the very least, i've switched art programs since then, thank fucking god.

misc information about him under the cut bc atp i have essentially blorbofied him but im self conscious about it u_u

His name is Oscar Velasco. Technically, the name is Óscar, but the thing about growing up as a kid of color in a majority-white town is that you eventually give up on correcting your teachers when they mispronounce your name and resign yourself to going along with it.

His favorite animals are dogs and corvids, crows especially. His parents didn’t let him have pets as a kid, but he would sneak food to the crows that hung around the house because he read once on an animal fact card that crows can remember faces and thought it was super cool. He eventually managed to win their trust, and they started to follow him around and bring him gifts. When he was in middle school, one of his crows left a dead sparrow on his windowsill which was, like, kind of disturbing, but also sick as hell? He didn’t want it to go to waste, so he cleaned up the skull and turned it into a pendant. When Ava finally hears the story behind it she literally starts shaking him by the shoulders out of excitement because holy shit, that’s metal as fuck, and also, you gotta introduce me to your crowbros now.

He was kind of quiet and withdrawn as a kid. Entering kindergarten as a kid with undiagnosed ADHD was like being thrown into the deep end of the swimming pool with weights tied to his ankles. He was smart, but had troubling understanding and remembering directions long enough to follow them. It didn't help, either, that his teachers back then were often short with him, mistaking his confusion for oppositional noncompliance. So he was the kid who spent most of his time in class spacing out or doodling absently in the margins of his sheetwork, and most of his recesses hiding under a picnic table reading books he brought from home...

...at least, until he met Jane. It was nice to have someone to protect and look out for, someone who genuinely believed in him. He felt like he could do anything as long as she needed him to be strong for her. And then Jane died, and everyone else drifted away, and he went back to hiding under picnic tables. But at least he got in a few good years of a normal, happy childhood.

He's not used to being a priority in people's lives and he truly doesn't expect people to care about him with the same intensity that he does for them. When he sacrificed himself so that Noah wouldn't have to, that was kind of supposed to be the end of it. If he thinks too hard about Noah coming back for him, confronting his fears and letting the Power back into his life to find a way to save him, his head might explode. Anyway this is the only thing I can say about their dynamic without wanting to throw myself into the ocean:

The dark circles under his eyes are genetic. I mean, he's also an insomniac, but that has nothing to do with how tired he looks. Don't Worry About It

[passerine-writes]

Silent Sparks - Volt 108

Warnings: Anxiety, that's about it Word count: 2730

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 107 | Volt 109

"Tsukare!" Jirou called out to me as we were getting ready back stage. I was already dressed and I felt as though I looked ridiculous with the suit I was wearing. I looked like giant under ripe tangerine.

"Yeah?"

"How are your hearing aids? Are they synced how you need them to be?" She asked and I nodded along, nervously fumbling with my sleeves.

"Yeah, they should be. I think. Gods, I'm so nervous. I feel like I'm gonna be sick. Where's Izuku? We need him here already." I mumbled, starting to pace.

"Babe, hey, breathe. We did the dress rehearsal yesterday, it's gonna go off smoothly. Okay?" Denki said, gingerly grabbing me by the waist to ensure he had my full attention.

"What if I mess up again? I know I got it close yesterday but what if I mess up the part?" I rambled, shaking my hands between us to try and settle my nerves.

"You're gonna do great." He told me sincerely but my brain just couldn't believe him.

"I'm gonna fuck up. So bad. What if I do actually faint and fall off the stage?" I asked him and he waited, ensuring I was done before talking.

"You know what to do if you feel like you're gonna pass out. It's gonna be okay, we're all gonna kick ass up there." He told me.

"Language, little listener!" I heard Pops say sarcastically and I turned around, completely frazzled. "I figured you might be getting cold feet, so I had your Dad save us a good spot before I have to go patrol. You okay?" He asked gently and I nodded without thinking. "'Ryo, you look as nervous as I did the first time I stepped on stage."

"Seriously?" I asked and he nodded. "What did you do? To make the nerves go away?"

"I took a few deep breaths and I reminded myself how much I loved music. I was shaking until I played that first note on my axe. Then it all kind of, melted away. It helped that your Dad was there, so was your Auntie Nem and Uncle Oboro. But your Dad is the one who really got me to calm down." He told me and I nodded slowly, trying to shake these nerves. "You and your brother and your friends are gonna do great. No matter what happens, just remember that we're all so proud of you guys."

"Thank you." I whispered and he pulled me into a hug.

"I love you, little listener. Go kick some ass."

"I love you too, Pops." I said and watched as he left from behind the curtains.

"Feel better?" Denki asked and I nodded.

"A little. I'd feel a lot better if I knew where Izuku fucking went. He should've been back a while ago." I mumbled and gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking around to try and calm my shakiness.

Stupidly, I decided to peak out of the curtain and I wanted to vomit on the spot.

There were so many people. It was a full house.

"There are way more people here than I thought there'd be!" Uraraka said as she came up beside me.

"Yeah." I whispered.

"At least everyone sounds like they're in a good mood!" Sato said, trying to lighten the mood.

"This is nauseating." I said and took a step back.

"Let's get in our places." Jirou said and I nervously followed suit, ignoring the blood pounding in my ear canal from how fast my heart was beating while I got in position.

Izuku ran on stage and narrowly made it in his place beside me just before the buzzer went off and the curtains were drawn.

The lights faded to black and I took a final breath.

"Now! Start, dammit!" Bakugou yelled before letting off an explosion as our cue. And as soon as I made the first dance move, it started to come naturally.

"Thanks for coming out today!" Jirou said into the mic before she started singing.

The smile that fell on my face felt natural, especially when I saw Eri and Mirio in the crowd watching. Midoriya and Aoyama launched into the air, and his lasers shot out like glittering fireworks, illuminating the shock on Eri's face.

I caught Aoyama so Midoriya could take his leave for stage crew and I knew what part was coming.

I turned my head slightly and shared a look with Denki. His golden eyes that were shining brightly under the stage lights, looked into mine for a split second. We signaled to each other with a head nod and his guitar was soon in the air.

Our switch, that we practiced so many times, went off flawlessly. I ran over and caught it just in time to play my small riff while Jirou slightly belted her note before the second chorus. And with a single moment of hesitation, I slid over to the mic and sang the chorus with her like she asked time and time again. Both of our eyes lit up as I got the chord that I had been fighting for the last month right, and for that single moment.

All of us on stage, dancing, singing and playing our hearts out, and Eri smiling genuinely for the first time in the crowd, I wasn't scared.

It felt magical.

It felt right.

——————

As soon as we were off the stage, I had tears rolling down my face from how happy I felt in the moment. Hitoshi came running over to me and tackled me in a hug.

"You did it!" He yelled and I nodded, still crying with a giant smile on my face.

"That was amazing!" I told him and he pointed over my shoulder.

"Those are my brothers!" Eri yelled from where she stood with Mirio. Hitoshi and I crouched down and waved her over. She came running as fast as she could and pulled both of us into a hug with her tiny arms. "That was so cool!" She told us and I wiped the tears off of my face.

"I'm glad you liked it!" I said and gave her another hug.

"That was crazy!" She exclaimed.

"At first when there was a loud noise it was scary, but then everyone was jumping with the dance and then there was a flash and Deku, you went away for a little bit and Onryo was there the whole time but I didn't see Hitoshi. And a guy started flying in the air. That's when it started to get cold and I saw birds and there was a spinning light and a bunch of people said 'Wow!' and you know what I said? 'Wow!' too. It was so fun!" Eri repeated everything she was saying to Hitoshi and I earlier, but this time to Izuku once he got back towards the end of clean up. And this time, Mirio, Hitoshi, Denki and I were half-assed acting it out behind her.

"I'm glad you had such a good time, Eri." Izuku told her, effectively making her smile, and before she stopped, I hurriedly got a picture for Pops.

"We have to finish cleaning up, but do you wanna wait here with Mirio and then we can go have some fun around the festival?" I asked Eri and she nodded excitedly.

I helped break up the last few chunks of ice, letting Izuku carry them, only to be curious when I walked up to the front for people to be standing out there telling us we pulled it all off.

"Mirio!" I yelled, catching his attention. "The beauty pageant! We gotta be there for Hado! We gotta go!" I told him and he gasped.

"You're so right! We gotta be there for our girl! Let's go!" He agreed as our class was pretty much done with clean up at the same time and we all rushed to get decent seats.

Kendo added martial arts to her performance. Then the winner from last year came out on a golden robot.. of herself.

"What kind of dance is she doing?" Eri asked from where I was holding her in my arms so she could have a decent view.

"Maybe I'm not the person to ask about these things 'cause I'm totally lost." Mirio said and I nodded.

"I don't know if she's dancing, Eri. I think she's mostly just spinning." I told her and she hummed. Nejire was announced and we watched as she floated down. "We gotta cheer for her, so yell as loud as you can, okay?" She nodded firmly and yelled as loud as she could along with me, Mirio, Amajiki, Hitoshi and Izuku.

Nejire used her quirk to float around, the yellow beams of energy swirling around her and she looked in her element. She almost looked like a fairy as she painted a flower in the sky with her quirk.

I put in my vote for Nejire and slowly started walking around with, Midoriya, Mirio, Amajiki, Eri and Hitoshi, hoping to find others in our class and see what there was to do.

The first person we found was Denki.

"Onryo! There you are!" He called out to me. "Can we do the haunted maze? It looks crazy!" He asked me.

"If you want to we can." I told him and he was practically bouncing in front of me.

"Eri." Hitoshi said, making both of us turn towards him. "Wanna come hang out with me for a bit? I think Kaminari and Onryo are going to go do their own thing." He said and she nodded excitedly. I set her down and she quickly grabbed onto Hitoshi's hand.

"Can you take my jacket? I'm overheating right now and I just need to breathe." I asked my brother and he held out his free hand tiredly. I quickly removed my suit jacket and handed it to him. "Thank you!" I said cheerfully and he rolled his eyes.

"You two go have fun." He said and I grabbed Denki's hand with a giant smile on my face before we left to find the maze.

While we were waiting in line, I loosened my tie, undid the top two buttons on my shirt and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows.

"I think we beat a lot of the line, there's only a few people ahead of us." Denki commented, his eyes practically glued to me as I adjusted my clothing.

"I'm surprised you wanted to do this." I told him and he rolled his eyes.

"I feel safe doing this type of thing when I have my super hot boyfriend here." He said and it was my turn to roll my eyes. "You're not scared, are you?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I already have a feeling of what's going to happen in there. So, not really?" I said awkwardly and he dramatically sighed.

"I never thought I'd be the scaredy cat in a relationship." He said and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Woah, is that Tanigawa?" He asked and pointed down the line to where he was admitting people.

"Oh, yeah. I'm glad he's liking his haircut. Hey Tani!" I waved to him and he waved back as soon as we were in front of him.

"Hey! I'm glad you both made it!" He said happily.

"If you don't mind me asking, do your classmates know?" I asked softly and he shook his head. "Got it, I just didn't wanna accidentally out you."

"Much appreciated. Are you two ready to go in?" He asked and I looked at Denki. He was starting to look a little nervous but he ultimately nodded and I followed him inside.

The students popping out from behind walls and corners didn't really scare me, let alone phase me. I was more focused on Denki who was clinging to my arm and side.

The most difficult part of it all, was not reflexively punching Takai when he dropped out of the ceiling. Instead I just glared at him and kept walking through the maze with Denki.

I kinda wish I didn't hold back that reflex though. The detention or suspension would've been worth it.

"Tsukababes! Kami! There you two are! Did you go through the maze? It was so spooky!" I heard Mina yell to us from where she stood at a crepe stall with Momo, Uraraka and Aoyama.

"Yeah, it was okay." I said awkwardly, not appreciating how Aoyama's gaze stayed fixated on me.

"It was crazy spooky!" Denki said and I shrugged. "Totally worth taking 'Ryo in there, he almost punched Takai."

"Tsukare, you shouldn't punch people." Momo lectured softly.

"It was more of a reflex that I had to forcefully stop from happening." I explained gently. "I'm gonna go get some crepes. Denks, do you want one?" I asked him and he nodded happily, moving to sit beside Mina and Momo.

I waited patiently in line, ignoring one of the sets of eyes on me, Aoyama seemed to have a staring problem today and it was starting to give me the creeps. I looked back at Mina and Denki, my boyfriend smiling widely when I looked at him and I couldn't stop the small smile on my face.

It didn't take long for me to get the crepes and bring them over to Denki. We both took a bite and hummed at the amazing taste.

"Très bien. C'est délicieux." I said contently and Aoyama looked at me with an even wider smile, while Mina and Denki looked slightly confused. "Crepes, french, seemed fitting." I brushed off but Aoyama was staring at me like I cracked a secret code.

'The engraving he made on the rock. He probably knows I read it. Did he want me to find it? It would make sense as to why he left it where it could be found. But him leaving it there could also mean it wasn't anything that should be a secret. I still have to figure out what the original meaning is. It had something to do with latin I think. Maybe an old king or something?'

"Babe?" Denki asked and I looked at him confused.

"Sorry, I blanked out. What's up?"

"Do you want a fidget? I'm sure I have one somewhere." He said and started patting his pockets.

"I'm okay, thank you though."

"We should totally take pictures in the photo booth!" He said out of nowhere, everything about him making it impossible not to smile.

"Yes! That would be amazing!"

"Tsukabro! Kami! Mina!" Kirishima yelled and I waved to him and Tetsutetsu. "Any of you guys doing the obstacle course?"

"I don't know." I brushed off, not too concerned about making it in time.

"You definitely should! It looks like fun, man! Kaminari, you in?" Kirishima asked him.

"I'd be up for watching Onryo do it." He said and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"I'll do the obstacle course if you do." I said and he stuck out his hand. I shook it once and he smiled coyly.

"Deal." He said with a smile.

The rest of the festival was amazing. A bunch of us went through the obstacle course, Denki and I took pictures together, followed by pictures of me, Toshi and Eri. Dad and Pops both managed to slip away for a few pictures with us as well. Izuku, Mirio and I played a few rounds of tag with Eri. We all cheered as we watched Nejire win the beauty pageant. She earned it.

Mirio and I watched in excitement as Izuku presented her with a candied apple that he made with Sato. My sisters face lit up in delight as she tried the first bite.

"It's the best thing ever!" She said.

"Then we can make them again! And if you want, when you're older, you can learn how to make them too!" I told her and she bounced in place.

"Can we really?" She asked and I nodded happily. I gave her and our Dad a hug goodbye before I went back to the rest of my class.

Today seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye, but it was almost perfect.

Almost.

[emmacreatures]

A new danger in sight

OKAY IM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS!! A new racer story, featuring Rafael and vernon, two mayhem causing men in the racer industry. It took me a bit to think on how these two possibly meet, but now after a few days of tweaking I'm upmost excited about this!! @niku30 made me the most incredible pieces featuring these two, and I'M SO EXCITED TO BE FUELED WITH inspiration!! As some might've read; Vernon is the character that got pushed back after Cruze took his spot in the races. But the man still has his blood boiling. lets say he's the meanie of the family.. And eventually turning into a danger thanks to someone who fuels him to the max, and notices they're quite similar. FEATURING rafael, the most hottest man in the world, with his unhinged behavior, and Vernon mccoy, along his dad Carlos. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS INTRODUCTION. I had so much fun writing this hejdbd

Carlos sighed as he was getting things ready. "Everyone please, be ontime. I dont like to make people wait." Carlos said like a true father that he was, having been invited by the nascar races to have some overal gathering. Carlos was a massive name through the days as the mccoy.. But as Cruze got through the trials and made his way into the world, every now and then, old and new racers would be invited for a party like gathering to connect everyone together. Paparazzi especially loved these gatherings. Some racers that no longer were around or had decided to stop would show up again for a small moment on that day.. Making them all hungry to ask all kinds of questions.. Knowing they'll be overwhelmed by all kinds of people, but it was part of that world. "You have everything?" Carlos asked gently Alissa, who smiled. "Rayner's ready, I might already head out there, would you mind?" Rayner's mom said as Carlos softly gave a kiss. "Of course not, we'll follow soon. You'll be bothered enough on your own I bet. We wont be far behind" Carlos said as Alissa left gently, making Carlos frown as his own son was once again not around, or doing his own thing without much consideration for everyone else. "Vernon?..." He called once in the huge mansion they lived at.. Grunting before he walked through the big hallways. "I swear, its like putting a leash on a great white. Where is that kid- Vernon?" He called again, hearing a sudden displeased voice "What?" He said as he arced an eyebrow while he held his phone in his hand, wearing his black clothing as per usual. "I'm heading out to the gathering we've been invited to. I have the feeling you dont have any plans?" "And what if I do.. I'm not going to show my support to the snake that took my spot" Vernon said as the anger was still fresh, making Carlos sigh..

"We've been asked to come as the mccoy family. If it makes you happy, cruze does not fall under it despite we're family. Do us a favor and show up for our name at least" Carlos said as he already regretted asking his own son. Vernon was a tough and difficult man to deal with. Despite being almost 30 at this rate.. It felt like Vernon was stuck in a constant puberty.. At least thats what it felt for Carlos. The constant arrogance, stubborn behavior, and sass, along a strong unresolved rage issue in combination of a spoiled brat.. Which now became a bit of a rebel.. Made Vernon a ticking time bomb at times.. But nothing fueled it to the max, yet or made it go overboard. It was still.. somehow being able to be controlled and checked by carlos to not make it go too dangerous or to the point it cant be saved anymore. "and why should I. I dont owe anyone- that aside, I feel like you're not approving of anything I've done in the past, especially these days." Vernon said as he looked pissed. "Hell.. I almost feel like you're preferring.. Cruze, over me and now.. Suddenly you want me to join your family name?" Vernon said with a slight threatening undertone, making Carlos sigh. He would almost admit he had been having a better connection with cruze, but saying that would be a wrong move.. With a deep sigh, Carlos replied. "You know what. I dont want a fight with you. I just asked you along okay? At this rate you've been giving me a headache, we've been asked to come as the mccoy family, you ARE a mccoy. You're close to getting into the real games now. Surely you might appreciate to build up some connections that could potentially help you. Might even have some sponsors among them?" Carlos said as a good mention, making Vernon snort. "I would've already been if cruze hadnt taken everything. As if he hasnt had enough-" "I know you guys are a little rough to each-" Before carlos could even finish his sentence, the anger of vernon came through. "Rough to each other- HE stole my spot. Illegally took my car and got a chance in the racing games despite not having a license. Its-" Vernon couldnt even finish his sentence as a threatening look fell upon his face.. Breathing out more strong as Carlos continued talking. "As if you never do anything wrong Vernon.. I know your preference in driving-" "as if you're so clean.. The mccoy name was meant to be a threat.. Everyone feared you. Thats our whole slogan. You used to do the best tricks that were just touching that warning line, just being able to get away with it.. until you became weak for that woman and decided it was enough-" "leave alissa out of this. Okay. Sure, you have that same determination and hunger that wont leave you.. But please, behave. just join for an hour, you can leave afterwards, we can take your car so we can go whenever you want" Carlos said as Vernon rolled his eyes.. before he'd agree.. Making Carlos sigh and go through his hair before they got into one of Vernon's cars, as Carlos drove them to it. For Vernon was just scrolling on the media, seeing who was going to attend the gathering, and sorta party for the higher end racers.. Carlos felt the need to tell the man one thing as they were getting closer.

"do me one more favor.". Vernon turned his head to his dad as he looked displeased. "This is not turning into some type of baby sitting I hope. Do I have to ask approval to get a drink later? Or even better, A little note that says I'm allowed to be up late?" He said as arrogant as possible, making Carlos ignore it for a second. "Please take this from me. Do not talk nor mingle with all drivers. Some are more deranged than the other.. Some might even try to get you off the tracks mentally and even physically. its a harsh game out there with many competitors.. And I have a name that can track attention, including you. I've heard you are after.. Well.." "What?" Vernon asked immediately as he narrowed his eyes. "Things hover around.. and you are a goodlooking man, and you know that, many tell you..-" "I truly hope you're not going to say what I think you're doing" Vernon said as he rolled his eyes, glaring a bit. "Its come to my attention that you're fond of the same gender, and thats more than fine to me-" "Oh great to hear it gets approved this once-" "Leave the sass at home will you. I'm just- Spare me the details... But try to behave at this event please.." "You're assuming I'd just fuck with everyone like that... How low do you think I am." Vernon said as he shook his head.. turning back to his phone with the most displeased look on his face. "unbelievable" He whispered. "I do have taste you know.. There are only very few who get to even come near me. Let alone be worthy.-" "Language.. Vernon. My god. No, I'm not saying that.. But dont get dragged somewhere or.. Mix yourself with the wrong people by all means. There are.. Some racers that just.." a silence hit from carlos before he sighed, knowing some in particular that were.. mayhem in the wrong way to some. "Just take my word. I have no control of what you do, but please dont-" "I got the hint. So much for trusting your own son huh." Vernon said pissed, keeping his eyes to his phone, checking all racer's instagram while Carlos with slight worry looked at his son who had his focus elsewhere...

The silence in the car was harsh.. making Carlos regret the fact I decided to have that conversation. "Look.. Vernon-" "I'm not a ten year old.. Please dont refer to me that way. We're done with this conversation" He said dominant, ignoring his father.. before arriving shortly at the tracks where the gathering was held.

It didnt take long for Vernon to judge everyone around him. He ended up leaning against his own car as his dad was welcomed among everyone, having left his side quite soon. "So much for going together huh.." He said rather silent while being displeased.. Crossing his arms as he watched everyone pass. He definitely didnt do it for his dad, but being there to 'support' his own name, was fine he guessed. "Excuse me sir.. You're supposed to park your car a little far back, like the rest" one of the guys who controlled the area said so, seeming like a security dude.. making Vernon raise an eyebrow with a rather deadly look. Meanwhile as this was happening, a specific racer who was chatting with a few, noticed Vernon.. Side eyeing to see what the younger man was doing. "Do I seem like I'm here to help you fix that. We were pointed out to park our car here" "I- well.. I'm afraid thats said wrong.. sir. So if you please.. for safety reasons". The glare Vernon left to the individual made him second guess his fate.. But eventually, out of anger, Vernon was too tired to deal with this. Stepping to the man, he pushed the notebook that the security man had shown where he should park, against his chest firmly to make him step back.. Just noticing he swallowed as he quickly made his way out of there to make space for the lambo to be parked elsewhere. "I'll show them..". Vernon was already on the verge of being a menace, but being told to move was the final straw for today. Though, out of somewhat rebellious behavior, the man started his own car, but specifically made the most loudest noises to start up his engine to give people a heartattack. Making them move to where he 'apparently' needed to move the car. Many turned around to see the luxurious black lamborghini take attention, making Vernon smirk ever so slightly as he always felt king of the mountain with his own car. He adored attention.. but so far, all the attention was pulled away from him, making him quite furious about it. He deserved to be there for HIM. And his driving. Not just because his family name was known.

The racer, paying attention to the somewhat rookie he hadnt met yet.. smirked to notice that perfect way to show he wasnt agreeing to that security guy that made him move.. Making the man finish the conversation he was having, and smoothly making his way over there.

"Thats yours right.. Good taste you have there.. Italian cars tend to be a very specific taste, not many know how to truly handle those if it comes to it" Rafael said as he approached the younger but taller man.. Making Vernon turn to the rather attractive, raspy voice. "I feel like we havent crossed paths yet.. have we?" The man asked as Vernon tilted his head a bit. "I dont think we have.. Do we have to?". Vernon said rather spoiled and arrogant, as rafael noticed the anger, feeling this was a deep playing issue. "We dont" Rafael said as he noticed Vernon looking behind himself due to some noise, hearing commotion from his dad and all.. "but.. not so fair huh, being used like that?" Rafael decided to dig immediately, sensing he might understand this man far too well.. "Me and your dad go way back. He seemed to be a big deal back in the day.. No offense, but.. He lost his touch, it never was so scary as most said" Rafael said as Vernon turned back to the man speaking to him.. Narrowing his eyes. "Did you now.. He didnt seem to mention you to me" Vernon said as he looked up and down at Rafael, noticing some details on his clothing that referred to a car brand.. A bright red known one. "lets say we didnt really end up on good terms, his loss. Your dad.. he seems all mean, but really he isnt. He has been a coward when it came to me" Rafael had no shame in saying what he thought, making Vernon almost enjoy the fact this man roasted his dad.. almost feeling like it was the right thing to do. The first usual response of vernon was a rather distant approach.. Where his spoiled and rather arrogant behavior would come through, but the more he seemed to talk to this driver, the more he got eager to know more. It seemed rafael knew exactly how to tackle things like this. Their energies slowly started to mix as he broke off the protective demeanor of Vernon that wasnt nessesairy this time, or at all..

Though rafael could appreciate the fact Vernon was insanely picky about who he spoke to or who approached him. That was a nice sign in his eyes. "Ferrari.. Now I remember. you're the driver who made cruze almost fall out.. That was some neat work" Suddenly vernon's interest spiked all the more, not just because of rafael's energy and even giving a compliment.. Which was a rarity. "glad to hear that got noticed.. You like seeing that new driver struggle right? I feel there's some unfinished business on that part." Rafael said as Vernon's anger was shown in his eyes.. In which rafael could sense it. "so who are you? A new mccoy? I havent seen you around yet. you seem like a man who has potential to fit on these tracks.. If not meant to be around here. so why arent you" Rafael just asked, making Vernon breathe in as he raised his head, looking around to see the other racers.. "since someone took my place.. who surprisingly is running around, and a dad.. Who, even being retired, likes to use me as their way to get home safely.." He said.. Breathing out strong. "While dissaproving of my own ways" Vernon said more silent while he got personal, as he leaned more against his own car, feeling the anger spawn. "So you are a racer.. You're no pet. So you shouldnt be handled like one. Sounds to me like you're more than eligiable for a place here." Rafael said as Carlos noticed the two talking.. Stopping his own conversation to get inbetween them the second he noticed them. It was the one thing he so hoped wouldnt happen. "rafael.. I told you to stay away from my kids and keep your distance" Suddenly, Carlos's appearance showed the way he was dissaproving of the racer vernon was speaking to. "Ah carlos.. We meet again. a small conversation doesnt hurt, nor do you have a restraining order on me now do you" Rafael said smooth, making Vernon listen closely..

"I should've known. You do realize not many speak to you for a reason" Carlos said as Rafael laughed low once. "thats called intimidation dear friend. Something you dont have. I dont bite, hard. Cant a man just ask something about another-" "No. you wont lay a hand on him." Carlos said as he touched Vernon's back, making the man immediately correct that gesture. "Dont. I told you not to touch me." Vernon said threatening, glaring at his dad which made Rafael smirk slowly, noticing how some of his words are slowly setting a statement. "Stay away from this man Vernon. put the car somewhere else, away from this man.-" "Its mine. You're not here to control me. You will not tell me what to do" Vernon said strong, glaring as Rafael decided to just go for it. "i'm sure the man has his own voice Carlos.. Babysitting a grown man is no good look. You should-" "you're 44. He's 29. Make one wrong move and-" "with the right assets it can be an excellent way to develop a racer. you brought him here for a reason. I assume you told him to speak to some right. Do some networking" "not to you." "Well thats up to him.. Isnt that right Vernon? and.. You rememberd such a detail so well about me. You've missed me I'm sure" rafael said with a smirk, before he turned to Vernon. "How about we'll move your car just like he asked, and make this man drive himself back home. You're not here to babysit" Rafael said as open as possible, making Carlos glare. "Vernon.". The name calling from Carlos was like a warning, but Vernon was already more strong in tone than he was. "you should've left me at home". Rafael smirked to see the rebellious energy spike.. feeling like this was a build up that finally came to the surface, perfectly when he was right there to witness it. With ease, Rafael opened the door as if he had always done that and got inside of vernon's car as Vernon got in.. Starting the engine loudly before driving off.. Leaving Carlos.

The tension in the car was strong.. Due to vernon's immense anger towards his dad, but Rafael knew exactly how to tackle that.. He sensed Vernon wasnt minding the fact.. A racer like rafael just got into his car, so he felt like pushing to see how far he could go.. "While we're at it.. 'Moving' this car, would you mind.." Rafael said as he just made himself quite comfortable next to Vernon.. "I was aiming to leave soon to a rather bigger event than this, which is far more fun than this.. Dissapointing gathering, aside from meeting some new faces." Rafael hinted that he was pleased to meet vernon. "Its about a few miles from here. Surely a man like you can miss a few minutes?" Rafael said as vernon looked at him only with his eyes with a stern expression, before actually turning towards the highway without question, with a few turns remaining. "Surprising you trust a man you've just met to drive you somewhere" "I just have a feeling. And I cant help but wanting to see how you drive" Rafael said as he smirked once more, noticing the tension of the anger being there, but being controlled and put somewhere for a greater good. Vernon felt appreciated by a stranger.. As the energy was almost addictive to sense, unlike anything he had ever sensed.

Slowly coming to a few red lights.. Vernon's impatience was growing, ticking his hands with one ring onto his steering wheel as normally his own dad would tell him to follow the rules constantly.. But rafael, oh he knew. "you drive these regularly right.. I can see that, but it almost doesnt seem like you use the full potential?" he said as he noticed the car was put in the normal modus.. but just like Rafael knew his own ferrari had special settings.. Those lambo's did too. "Almost a waste dont you think, these cars are meant to be used" Rafael said as he noticed Vernon having a silent moment to himself before his eyes lingered down to the side of the car where all the buttons were located.. While he'd sometimes look up to see the red light still ongoing right before the road towards the highway. Rafael could feel the man contemplating. The true nature was fairly close to his own. Which made the well known and experienced driver poke the bear. Wanting to keep on seeing how far he could take this man out of his resistant setup that was controlled by family. "Since when would a red light stop you.." Rafael just smoothly said, making Vernon look down to the side, not looking at rafael directly but in his direction.. "I'm not your dad. He's not here, nor should he decide whats 'best' for you.. Do what you'd actually want to do. What are you waiting for" Rafael went for it... Seeing a sudden breakage into the man's mind. Vernon pushed the sports mode button in his car before pushing firmly on the gas. Going through the red light and with a good amount of speed ending up on the highway, passing everyone with ease. He drove fast, secure.. way more powerful than he'd normally do.. For rafael watched the man's precision.. Just knowing this could be huge. 'I knew it..' He thought, smirking as he wanted to make sure Vernon would no longer be restricted..

This was getting far too interesting for him to let go off.. In fact, rafael wanted to invest into this now.. Not only to totally make his previous enemy go crazy.. But he felt like he connected to vernon in a special way.. Seeing what this man liked and what not..

'You've been held back far too long.. Its time to make that worse' Rafael thought as he watched Vernon just drive without a single error, knowing exactly how to control his own car, the power a lamborghini has.. The noise was soothing to the both of them. "You did that well.. standing up.." "Thats what he deserved". Vernon was now speaking back to Rafael without any questions.. Matching with someone like that was an one in a million for the younger man. As Rafael told Vernon where to drive, they ended up at a higher placed penthouse up at a mountain, where a party was ongoing. Driving towards the entrance, Vernon perfectly parked while letting the engine run.. "I was wondering when my mutual would arrive in this matter." "What matter.." "Lambo and ferrari's look great together, especially if that individual might not be too much of an enemy of mine. No one dares to drive with the power of a car like this, except for very few" Rafael said as Vernon sat a little more wide in his own seat, snorting. "that just a bad excuse, a weakness." He said, as Rafael laughed low. "thats what i've been saying.. But it might as well mean the right one is the only one able to tackle that in this sport" He said rather forward, making Vernon turn to the man slowly with his head. "You're having a lot of words about something or someone you've just met a few minutes ago." "i've met thousands of people.. I can see who are meant to be on those tracks." Rafael said as he leaned a little closer on his side. "It would be nice to have you on board, see how far you can go.. So very few people have good taste here.. Its almost been working on my nerves". Vernon raised an eyebrow as he listened closely, not looking disgusted when Rafael made himself completely comfortable in the car. "I normally dont really do this, but I like to make this exception." he suddenly said out of context, making Vernon frown.

"you want to make yourself sound special..?". A silent laughter left the more experienced driver.. Noticing Vernon really has that brat like behavior but stayed monotone on some moments.. "Admit it.. you feel good right.. thats the feel you're supposed to feel. Driving over these roads like you're the king, or prince, whatever it is that you prefer.." Rafael said as Vernon just watched the man.. "We should do this more often. Why dont we keep in contact, without daddy dearest interupting..." Rafael said as he smirked, taking his phone as he reached out for vernon's, exchanging their phone numbers. "After all.. I owe you one, for bringing me here, how else would I be able to reach you" Rafael said as he noticed Vernon taking the man's phone and putting his number in.. Having a feeling he was picky about it, but so was himself. "I dont mind sharing info either.. So feel free to text whenever you feel like. For all kinds of purposes. I have nothing to hide" the older man said as Vernon looked at the man's chest and up at his face. "I can see that" Vernon said bluntly as his stern face kept being on there.. Making rafael surely more and more interested. "and not many take it, even if i'm honest.. But I have a feeling you might like to." "what makes you say that.." Vernon asked as Rafael took his phone back, seeing the name in there.. Handing vernon's phone into his hand. "i feel like the younger groups are making it challenging for us again, which can be seen as good.. or bad, depends on how you handle it. I dare everyone to try and challenge me. I know you have it in you.. daddy dearest just, did the exact opposite of what he should do." Rafael said as Vernon listened, raising his head a bit.. While he'd look rafael in the eyes now. "you have a power. I've felt it. control that anger rightfully so.. and put it in one focus.. It might be controlled mayhem.. but it'll make you so much stronger, without loosing your own.. Special touch, that i'd like to see" "Almost sounds like you're giving me advice.. why would you help me, if that means sooner or later you might have a new racer to deal with" Vernon said rather forward, feeling his ego was filled now.. "I like your thinking. Alot.. It reminds me when I was just starting.. but most importantly." Rafael said as he leaned closely, making his words more impactful than anything.

"I like to see.. if the son of the mccoy has its own fuel, His own legacy.. His own style, because I like to believe he does.. far more stronger than what your daddy ever did. Make him seem like a joke compared to you. You need your own voice, you got plenty of it, I can tell.. But you'll have to use it. There are trials ongoing for the next couple of days. You should consider" "If you hadnt paid attention yet. I've tried for a while.. But some snake took my spot" Vernon said as Rafael just leaned more close, pressing one finger on the part between them in the car. "Then make the snake bite himself.. Step on it. By all means, make it regret he did that, since he'll have to deal with a menace soon. Unlike him, you'll have actual support. true support, from the inside out.. and it'll bite him in the ass." Rafael said as vernon looked at the man's hand, before back up to him. "not many seem to like you.. I remember now." "thats because they know it can get dangerous, nothing frightens me.. But I might not be alone on that regard". Rafael was giving the exact right words to the younger man.. making him hungry for so much more. "I'll come and watch, if you get that far.." Rafael said as he smirked before getting out of Vernon's car.. making the man process so much in so few time.. Ending up stepping out as well.. "Answer me this.. Why would you give me advice at all. I asked before. But why. Truly." Vernon said with narrowed eyes as his voice had lowered. as Rafael looked up at the slightly taller man.. Watching his apparance. "Maybe that way i'll finally have a worthy opponent.. making my job a whole lot more fun." he said as Vernon watched the man with a slightly tilted head.. He could see it.. He just broke a chain that couldnt be undone, but it was time it did. "like said, its difficult to find someone.. that knows what good taste is.." Rafael said as he looked up and down at the man, nodding at him once as a thank you before he slowly left inside, making Vernon watch him for a while before he got back into his car.. Feeling his blood boil in some way, in the right way... Being more focused than ever on making it out of those trials.. Into that real game. the man made vernon's mind just switch, the final push it needed to be serious.. that could not be undone.

Rafael watched the lamborghini start loud and drive off with greater speed than ever before.. "I guess you're good for one thing Carlos." He said, smirking filthy..

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“Welcome Home Omega”

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, SFW  

Word Count: 2700+

A/N: I’m new to all this, but I dreamt about this the other night and really wanted to share this with everyone. I have a tone more to write, so please follow along and any feedback would be hugely appreciated. Thank you so much.

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her pack after so many years aboard being a successful hero, now they fear begin rejecting by her pack and more importantly her alpha’s.

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“Everyone please welcome to the stage, the one you’ve all be waiting for, Pro-Hero Shadow…” a loud voice spoke into the microphone as I waited backstage. Once my name was called, I left the spoke I was hiding in and joined them. The crowd was screaming and shouting, holding banners of my name and posters with my face. This was something I didn’t expect to happen when I returned home to Japan from my many years abroad. I smiled towards the women on stage, already determining her as a beta.

“Welcome Shadow, to your first ever hero-con” She spoke to me looking in my direction. I brought my mic to my face,

“It’s so good to be here, look at all these people wow.” I smiled towards the crowd. The cheering began again.

“So shadow, how are you feeling being back in Japan and being high on the hero board, especially as an omega…” she continued on looking at me, this was something I was used to.

“It feels so good being back, I left Japan 6 years ago after I graduated with my friends/pack members from UA, which many of you know...” I waited for the screaming to stop before I continued. “I was faced with two choice really, be a omega hero that would only get 2 years in hero work before being forced to stop by the hero commission or I could leave my pack and go to America and have a really good hero career helping other omegas reach their potential and then come back home, I think you can guess what I chose” I said, and turned to the interviewer waiting for her reply.

Being an omega in Japan and America is very different from each other, especially in hero work. In Japan, you get an unspoken max of 2-year work and then often omegas go to desk jobs in hero agencies. In America, you can be a hero no matter your 2nd gender but the chance of being taken seriously as an omega is very slim and was something I worked hard at. During my time in America, I created an omega hero agency and left it all to the very capable hands of my sidekick, frostbite. It was my time to come home, I need my family back.

“So, tell me, does you pack know your back?” She asked with smile in her eyes.

“I mean, yes and no. Our pack is a big one and it was created when we were back in school. The time that I left, I had an agreement with the unmarked alphas that I would not contact them at all, but to know I was safe, I was only allowed contact with the omegas. So, they know” I replied, laughing slightly back.

“So, a lot of alphas in your pack, how does that work?” she pushed for an answer.

“I can’t really say, our pack dynamic is private, so I won’t tell you who or what position everyone is but, we have a main alpha who us our leader, they have a second and then we have one alpha that doesn’t really care and then one alpha who gave up their position years ago.” I replied smiling hoping she would not ask any more questions about the pack.

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“Although I’m strong, I would not have gotten to where I am today without my pack, in public they treat me like a hero, not an omega. I mean it didn’t take long to do bu…” I went to say but was cut off.

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“Okay, I really should not be saying this, but he won’t mind. Okay so when our pack was created, I was never allowed to do anything, and it really annoyed me. So, when our first Alpha was being chosen, I kind of challenged Pro-Hero Dynamite…. And won.” I replied looking out into the crowd and everyone started cheering.

“Since then, I was treated like a person, not an omega. Well not in public, in private we still use the proper greetings.” I smiled and turned to the interviewer again.

“Wow, you are amazing. We all know your now number 5 on the hero board, can you remind everyone your quirk again.” She asked gesturing to my hands. I look down and noticed the black sut coating my fingers. I nodded and began to explain. I can create my own smoke from my body and ignite it. From this smoke I can create solid weapon and if I have enough smoke in the area, I can tell a person’s movements. I do have a drawback; the smoke uses up the oxygen from my blood and can make me pass out or it stains my skin with black smoke.

The interview continues and eventually is opened to fan questions, near the end of the questions. I notice the back wall starting to fill up with tall dark figures, already guessing that my pack got word I am here. Excitement rises through me, and I find it hard to sit still.

“Well, I think the cats out of the bag your home, Shadow” the interviewers says to me gesturing to the back wall. Light shines to the back wall, standing there when their arms crossed is Pro-heroes Dynamite, Red Riot, Deku and Chargebolt who is waving crazy towards me. I laugh to myself, locking eyes with Bakugou lowering my head slightly.

“I guess so” I reply, and the cheering slowly dies down.

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While sitting at my signing booth, listening to some amazing stories from fans. I hear my name being called the curtain behind me. I have a break from the fans for a second and approach the curtain.

“Hello, little omega.” The voice says, as I instantly know its Bakugou. I smile to myself, wanting to rip the curtain away and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Hello Bakugou, don’t move the curtain, I can’t look at your right now” I say honestly.

“Okay, at least put your hand through the curtain, Kiri’s here to.” He replies nudging the curtain. I sigh, it’s been 6 years and I can barely hold myself together with he thought of being back with my family but being a hero right now is what I need to do.

“Okay, but only quickly I have to get back” I whisper, and slowly put my right-hand backwords them. Instantly I can feel like touching my hand and kissing it.

“Can’t smell you omega, how come?” Kirishima asks.

“Stupid American pheromone blockers, I’ll take them off later at home, promise.” I say and pull my hand back to finish quickly and get back to my family and quickly as I can. I can hear both alphas walk away, and I pull my hand to my chest.

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Hero-con is over, and I can finally come home. After we all graduated, everyone pulled their money together and we bought a huge house together which allowed all of us to live together as a pack. Before I left, I entered a relationship with Bakugou and Kirishima but now I do not know if they still want me in a dynamic with because they’ve been an Alpha/Alpha relationship for 6 years. I don’t’ even have a room anymore, Denki took it when I moved to America. There might be room, I think, Midoriya (A) and Todoroki (A/O) have a room, Sero (B) and Mina (B) have a room, Shinso (A), Jirou (B) and Denki (O) all have separate rooms even though they are together which leaves Bakugou (A) and Kirishima (A) who have the biggest room. I could always share with Denki until I find a new place, I say to myself as I knock on the front door.

I wait patiently, until the door is opened revealing a very excited Denki. Practically jumping on the spot.

“Y/N YOU’RE HOME.” He shouts while throwing himself into my arms. I hug back, I breath him in and tears start to fill my eyes.

“Oi sparky, you know the rules. She needs to follow the greetings as she’s been away for so long.” Says Bakugou with his arms crossed. I enter the house and look around seeing everyone in their groups. I cannot believe I am home.

I quickly great Mina and Sero first, presenting our pack mark and then onto hugs. Next, I go straight over to Shinso, presenting my neck to show I am not a threat to his omega or beta. Which he simply nods and as these dynamics, Shinso does not really care for. I great Jirou and then great Denki properly by touching our noses together. I approach Midoriya next as he used to be the main Alpha who brought us all together, I greeted him the same way as Shinso but instead Midoriya threw his arms around me puling me into a hug.

“Please never leave again, Bakugou’s been impossible” He whispers into my ear. I laugh looking over his shoulder to a very anger Bakugou. I turn to Todoroki who is half Omega/Alpha, I greet him the same way as Denki, I know he prefers that greeting than the alpha one. Its finally time to see if they still want me. Kirishima is practically beaming at Bakugou side. I approach with my head down; I can feel everyone’s eyes on me as I approach him. As he is lead Alpha, I must wait to see what he will do.

“Still can’t smell you omega.”  Bakugou announces loudly.

“There’s a pheromone implant in my neck, Alpha, see you can feel it.” I reply, taking his hand to my neck. In American you are not allowed to use pheromones in public, so for hero work you must use an implant to block it. Bakugou feels my neck and I can tell he is not happy. He grabs me by my neck, slamming me on the wall behind him. Everyone runs forward but Kirishima stands forward stopping them. Telling them it must happen and that Bakugou won’t hurt me, much.

With his claw Bakugou cuts into my neck to pull the impact out, I do not make a sound and only look at him in the eye. It must be done, and I know he will not hurt me. Once the implant is out. Bakugou lends forward and breathes me in. He hesitates, and calls Kirishima over. Kirishima looks between the two of use and breaths me in.

“Oh, y/n, you should’ve come home sooner.” Kirishima says, pulling me towards him for a hug.

“Please, Bakugou, get rid of the rest they can’t see me like this.” I whisper.

“Oi, extra’s don’t you have a party tonight. Your hotels have your clothes, now get lost.” Bakugou calls out, looking at them all. No one moves.

“NOW!” Bakugou yells, using his alpha voice and everyone leaves.

As soon as the door closes, I start to cry. Six years of being all alone hit me at once, yes it was my plan to be a strong hero, its hard to do it without your pack or alphas.

“The first sign of your omega depression, you should’ve come home little one.” Kirishima says whispering into my hair.

“How could I, I would’ve let you all down and all other omega’s out there without a voice, so what I had to go through omega depression….. more than once.” I say back looking up into Kirishima’s eyes. Bakugou stands beside us, looking slightly smaller.

“Bakugou, go run a bath,” Kirishima calls out and Bakugou follows his orders.

“Wait, what’s going on. Bakugou what are you doing” I ask, looking confused. Bakugou leans over the stairs to look at me.

“Kirishima’s the Alpha now, we’ll the others haven’t picked up on it yet because we haven’t publicly fought, but he’s been the main Alpha for a while now, I can’t be number one all the time now can I.” Bakugou replies with a smile. I look to Kirishima who still holds me but is beaming with love as he watches Bakugou. I try to pull away from his arms. It is stupid why did I think this would work. They do not want me anymore, I just know. Kirishima noticed how I suddenly changed but decided not to say anything.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and smelling natural.” He says, picking me up with no issues. He climbs the stairs and I place my head into his scent gland in his neck. I notice that neither him nor Bakugou do not have a claiming mark yet. Once we reach the top of the stairs, I see my old bedroom door and ask Kirishima to put my down, he walks ahead to the double doors at the end of the hallway. Which is their room.

“I’ll only stay for tonight, and then I’ll find somewhere else to live, I don’t even have a room here anymore.” I say to Kirishima which makes him freeze.

“Silly omega, come here.” He replies, gesturing me to follow. I start to hear the water running in their private bathroom. Kirishima opens the door and lets me enter the room first.

The first thing I can smell is the strong smell of Alpha but slowly a familiar smell enters, I look around the room and see my stuff. Things that I had left behind, my paintings, photos of the three of use. The queen size bed with three sets of pillows, big enough for all of us. I look around and notice a curtained canopy hiding something. I look to Kirishima who leans on the door frame by the Bathroom and nods. I breath in again and noticed the familiar smell but I am not able to pinpoint it yet.

I pull back to curtain and freeze. “Is that m..” I say unable to finish as I look down, tears filling my eyes. Bakugou comes out of the bathroom and leans on the opposite side to Kirishima. I look at the two of them and then look down at my old nest, they kept it, they really kept it. I can’t speak, only cry. Bakugou comes over to me and hold me bringing me towards the bathroom. Kirishima entered first. He began to undress and tied back his long hair, He entered the bath first, as Bakugou began to undress me as my emotions were betraying me at his moment. There was nothing sexual about this moment, it was about Alpha’s taking care of their Omega. Bakugou lifted me and lowered me into the water to sit in Kirishima’s lap, he quickly undressed and joined us.

I started to calm down, feeling I could now speak. “So, you mean, you have forgotten me, and you still want to be with me.” I ask looking down at my hands. Kirishima wraps his arms around me more and places his head into my scent gland breathing me in, tickling me slightly.

“Of course, silly omega, we’ve wanted you since the day you knocked me on my ass.” Bakugou replied leaning in to kiss me.

[obeiii-mee]

Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

[violettelueur]

— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you. 

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

                                               ꕥ 

Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

                                               ꕥ

‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

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