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lilithbasically · 3 years

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“What’s Best For You”

For @iwasbunny ‘s Toxic Collab 🖤 I very much enjoyed writing this. Thank you for letting me join, bby 🖤

Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima

There is Dark Content in this fic. Please read the warnings before proceeding.

Warnings: Begging, praise, degradation, fingering, like two thigh slaps, manipulation, mentions of baby trapping, pussyjob, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, threesome, daddy kink, breeding kink, non consensual filming, jealousy, possessiveness, masturbation (f mentioned and m), manipulation, dildo play and use, size kink, a couple pussy slaps, slight Stockholm-ish vibes at the end (I’m putting this more for just in casies but better safe than sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️)

W.C.: 3.9K

Pretty sure the banner was made by @doinmybesthere now @katsupeach but I could definitely be wrong I’m sorry if I am 😭 My memory is horrible and I forgot to write it down

“Better start beggin, Princess,” sending you his signature smirk. Bakugo had you in his lap, large hands gripping your hips, holding you in place. His lips and tongue mapping out all the spots along your neck that made you shiver.

“Mmmmm, Daddy, please…”

Chuckling, he takes one of your nipples between his teeth, lightly biting before swirling his tongue over it, your back arching into him. Bakugo looked up at you through hooded eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, “We both know you can do better than that, Y/N.”

“Fuck…please, ‘Suki…need to feel you…please let me feel you…”

“You are feelin’ me, baby. Hands’ve been runnin all over me since I got ya here.” His hands soothing up and down your back and ribs, “Aww whatcha whining for?” He cooed. “If you want something, you gotta use your words, Princess. Say whatcha mean.”

“Wan’ you inside me, please, Daddy…”

Sighing with relief when he reached his hand down, thinking he was lining himself up to finally fill you for being so good for him. Huffing when you felt him sink two fingers into your dripping core. Slowly stroking that little spot against your walls, making you clench around his digits, his thumb dancing around your clit. It felt amazing, as always. Bakugo never failed to make you come apart but you needed more.

“Please, Katsuki,” you whine, burying your face in his neck.

He laughed, slowing his fingers even more, “What, baby? I’m inside you like you asked,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Gripping your jaw with his other hand to bring your face to his, he licked and bit your bottom lip before thrusting his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans. You felt his cock twitch when your hands ran over his undercut threading into his hair. Pushing you back, thumb and fingers still firm around your jaw, his crimson eyes bore into yours, “What the fuck did I say about using your words?”

Your face flushed red with embarrassment, “Want your cock, ‘Suki. Want you to fuck me…”

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” He asked, grabbing your hips and picking you up, letting his tip tease your entrance.

The highly anticipated moment was abruptly ruined by your phone ringing, the song “She Thinks of Me” by Landon Tewers filling the air. Kirishima told you he set it for his contact as a joke a few days ago but Bakugo knew the real reason. Kiri was your best friend and knew not to call when you were on your “dates” with Bakugo unless it was absolutely necessary so your brain quickly went from needy slut mode to concerned friend in no time at all.

“Sorry, Katsuki, give me a second, it’s important.”

Inside he was fuming but he couldn’t show you that; he didn’t want to scare you off by showing how jealous he was. Instead, he lightly slapped your thigh, giving you a small smirk letting you know he wasn’t mad at you.

Grabbing your phone, you quickly answered, still sitting in Bakugo’s lap.

“Hey Kiri, are you-,” you gasped when Bakugo started playing with your nipples, his thumbs softly rubbing back and forth over them, his tongue darting out every few swipes. Sending him a pointed look, he responded with a wink and continued his work. “Sorry, are you okay?”

While you listened to Kirishima, Bakugo pushed you back, laying you on the bed. You looked at him confused until he sat between your legs and landed a string of spit onto your clit then once again onto his length. He gripped his shaft and slowly started stroking, spreading his spit and pre while his other thumb rubbed circles over your clit. Shuffling closer to you, he held his throbbing length between your folds with his palm before thrusting his hips forward. Gasping and stifling a moan when the tip rubs over your clit, Kirishima asks if you’re okay, a twisted grin stretching across Bakugo’s face.

“Mmhhmmm,” another gasp, “m’fine, Kiri. Please keep going,” returning Bakugo’s stare, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Everything was so sloppy; Your arousal coating every thick inch of him as he slid between your folds, one hand holding his cock in place, the other rubbing frantic circles over your clit. His thrusts became frantic, you knew he was going to cum soon and you fared no better. Your eyes rolling back in your head, your breathing heavy, Bakugo softly stuttering your name.

Shifting forward to grab your phone, Bakugo kept rolling his hips against you, putting your phone to his ear, “Hey, Kirishima. I’d like to hear her scream my name when she cums so she’ll call you back.” He smirked before dropping the phone on the bed, increasing his pace. Bakugo groaned your name, covering your lower abdomen with hot, sticky white ropes of cum at the same time you screamed his name. Pussy fluttering around nothing, body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, finally catching your breath, you lean forward to pick up your phone. A cold chill runs down your spine when you see the timer still counting how long the call had been.

You swallow thickly, embarrassment painting your cheeks bright red, you rasped out, “Kiri? I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say…” you trailed off. “Oh please, Y/N. Don’t worry about it. Mistakes happen. Wanna just talk when you get back later?”

Relief coursing through your body, you mutter your thanks and agree you’d see him later. Turning to look at Bakugo you swear you can see him forcing down a smile but that would be crazy, right? Surely he’s also embarrassed…right?

Maybe now he realizes who she belongs to

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Kirishima couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew who you were with and what you were doing when he called because he specifically planned to call in hopes of interrupting. He never thought Bakugo would go so far as to keep going. Kirishima had seen you naked before, hell he’d even seen you masturbate, not that you knew that, but hearing you moan, the wet squelch of your juices sliding across skin, your cute little gasps catching in your throat sent blood straight to his dick. He didn’t care if your pleasure was coming from his best friend, or that said best friend knew what he was up to himself since Kiri responded ‘don’t mind me, bro’. He was just so fucking excited he was getting to share this moment with you. Tugging down the hem of his sweatpants, his length bobbed against his abs, the tip flushed red, dripping with pre, hissing when he strokes a hand over it, spreading it along his shaft. He put the call on speakerphone, surprised he was already so close as his free hand reached down to cup his balls, squeezing lightly. Whimpering a small, “F-fuck,” when he hears you scream ‘oh god, Suki’, spurts of cum covered his hand, some landing on his chest and abs. He grabbed a tissue to clean himself up just as you picked up the phone, of course he didn’t want you to feel bad or embarrassed. You need to know just how much you can trust him before he has his turn with you. So he does what any best friend would do, he reassures you.

Kirishima waited for 10 minutes, knowing you would have left Bakugo’s by then, and called his best bro friend. “Hey, Bakubro. I think we should talk. Come over tonight? She’ll be here but it needs to look like a casual hang out until she goes to bed.”

Bakugo decided to stay over, the three of you drinking and hanging out well after the stars sprinkled the sky. When Kirishima heard your bedroom door click shut for the night, he lightly nudged Bakugo and motioned for him to follow.

“I’ll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours. And don’t you dare try to lie and say you don’t do anything to fuck with other guys in her life,” Kiri said, leveling Bakugo with a pointed look.

Rolling his eyes, Bakugo grunted, “Fine, whatever, Shitty Hair, just get on with it.”

“First of all, I think we should work together…”

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Bakugo was back the next night hanging out with Kirishima on the couch while you blasted music, dancing around your bedroom, getting ready for a date. Thinking to yourself how sweet this one is and how hopeful you are that it’ll go past a first date.

“Oi, Kirishima, I need you to distract her when she comes through so I can get rid of him.”

“You got it, Bakubro.”

Two sets of crimson eyes darted to the door when they heard the knock.

“Hey, guys can one of you let him in? I’m almost ready.”

Both of them standing, Kiri went to the kitchen for a glass of water, while Bakugo answered the door. Sending the man a small smirk and nod, Bakugo let him inside, gesturing to one of the barstools in the kitchen for him to sit.

“So, you’re taking Y/N on a date, huh?” Bakugo stayed silent and appraised his apparent competition while Kirishima made friendly conversation with the intruder. Short brown hair, standing at about 6’ even, toned but not defined. To say the least, Bakugo was not impressed. Walking through the doorway, you pulled him from his thoughts. He watched Kirishima accidentally bump into you, spilling his water over the front of your light blue dress. Brandishing out profuse apologies over his clumsiness, Kirishima vowed to keep your date company while you changed.

The very second your door clicked shut, Bakugo was on his feet. One hand wrapped around the intruder’s neck, he pressed him against the wall, “You will leave and forget you ever had a date with her. If I ever see you near her again, I’ll fuck you up. Don’t text, call, snap, write, message, carrier pigeon, nothin’. You disappear and never return. Got it?”

Your date looked to Kirishima for help but found the prior bright smile replaced with a glare that could rival Bakugo’s. Realizing he was on his own, your date quickly nodded and voiced his confirmation, slipping through the front door while Kiri and Bakugo resumed their positions on the couch.

“Damn, dude. Didn’t know you scared them half to death every time,” Kiri chuckled.

“If I don’t they tend to get ballsy and come back around.”

“Okay so what about Y/N?”

“Just watch.”

Walking back into the living room, your eyes searched for your date. Seeing no one, your shoulders dropped, eyes tipping down to the floor. Watching you crumble made Kiri’s heart hurt and Bakugo was no better but now they have the opportunity to be exactly who you need. They knew you better than any other extra anyway. They knew how to make you happy if you’d just let them.

“Hey, Princess. Look, How bout you go get comfy clothes and come watch movies with us tonight? Sounds fun, yeah?” Perking up at the promise of your favorite movies and your two favorite men, you nodded, turning to walk back to your room.

Movies helped but they didn’t make you forget. That all too familiar anxiety rolling around your chest, weighing you down as your thoughts told you something was wrong with you. Why else would every date never call you back? Sitting on the couch, Bakugo rubbed soothing circles over your back while you sniffled against Kirishima’s shoulder, “I just don’t understand what’s wrong with me. Am I that horrible? No one ever calls or asks me on a second date. It has to be something I’m doing, right? This one didn’t even get through the first date and he ran. Like what the actual fuck?”

“Nah c’mon, Princess. You know better than that. S’nothin wrong with you. They’re just stupid fuckin extras that don’t deserve you.”

“Exactly what Bakubro said. You deserve the world and someone that’s more than willing to give it to you.”

“I need someone like you two,” you laughed, “Both of you are always fixing me up when this happens. I’m so glad I have y’all.”

Bakugo shared a look with Kirishima saying, “We’ll always be here, baby. C’mon…go hop in bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

Kissing both of them on the cheek, you padded down the hall to your room and snuggled in under the sheets.

“I’ll start working her towards us tonight. She belongs to us, just needs to realize it.”

“Sounds good. Night, Bakugo.”

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You were on the verge of losing it. You’ve been searching for the last hour and couldn’t find a damn thing that could make this infernal fucking beeping sound. “Goddamnit what the hell is making that stupid fucking noise?”

Beep…

“You’re mocking me, aren’t you? You totally are you stupid little fucker. When I find you, ooooohhhhh…”

Interrupted by your phone dinging, you pull it from your pocket and open your messages.

Unknown: Look, I really wanted to go on our date but the whole blonde and red guard dog thing was terrifying. Being threatened isn’t really a great first date activity, for future reference.

“What the fuck?” Muttering to yourself, you thought back to the night you were supposed to go on your last date. Your eyes widen as you connect the dots. Every time you were stood up, or so you thought, Katsuki was always nearby. Every single time he was conveniently in the same area as you like he knew it was going to happen.

Beep…

Your attention was stolen by the little teddy bear sitting on your dresser that faced your bed. The teddy bear that Kirishima gave you for your birthday earlier this year.

“Okay what the actual fuck?!”

Fully alert at your scream, Kirishima and Bakugo ran into your room expecting you to be doing anything other than what you were. Panic quickly set in when they saw the teddy bear you were holding. You were seething. The waves of anger were practically visible as the energy rolled from you.

“So it’s fucking true? You’ve been threatening my dates and making them not call me back? Do you understand how manipulative that is? How much pain your actions have caused me?” Wiping away angry tears before they fall, you turn to Kirishima, “And that probably means that this,” holding up the bear before throwing it against the wall, “was your doing? Fucking cameras, Kirishima? I can’t believe you two. Who the fuck do you think you are? What gives you the right to control my life from the background? To fucking spy on me in the one place I’m supposed to feel the most secure. How many others are there?”

Both men’s eyes glued to the ground, not able to handle being at the receiving end of your disgust and the cause of you feeling betrayed.

Finally, Kirishima glanced up at you and gulped, “There are five more.”

“I probably don’t even want to know where they are. This is…the craziest, most fucked up thing…that’s ever happened to me and it was from my…my two best friends,” you choked out between fits of manic laughter. Stopping when you realized, “Wait…that means you’ve seen me naked.” Gasping at your next thought your eyes flew wide, “You’ve seen…seen me…oh my god oh my fucking god.”

Bakugo finally recovering enough to speak, steps toward you reaching his arms out to softly rub up and down your arms. “Princess, we didn’t mean to overstep, we just want to keep you safe. Those pathetic extras don’t deserve you, you’re way too good for them. Kiri just wanted to make sure you were always safe. Isn’t it better that he used cameras instead of sneaking in here while you sleep? Sure, maybe he saw you naked and some other things but that’s okay. Now he knows exactly how to please you…he loves you ya know. We both do.” Slipping his hand around your waist, Bakugo moved behind you, nodding at Kirishima who tentatively walked to you.

Dipping his face to yours, you felt his breath fan over your face, “I do love you, Y/N…just wanted to feel close to you without scaring you off.” Pressing a soft kiss to your lips, he heard you sigh, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Bakugo’s hand slipped from your waist to your hip, pulling you to your bed. Lowering his lips to your ear he whispered, “We’ve just wanted what’s best for you, baby and we’re it…let us show you…”

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Bakugo pulled you to recline between his legs, your back against his chest as he bit and sucked dark marks onto the skin between your neck and shoulder, claiming you. Kirishima stood at the edge of your bed, his eyes roaming over your figure, taking in and admiring every detail, finally in person.

“Goddamn I’ve seen you naked before but this…holy fuck…” he whispered, leaning over to let his hands ghost over your curves, paying special attention to your thighs and stomach. Dragging the knuckle of his middle finger over your slit he groaned, “Shit you have such a pretty pussy, babygirl.” Bakugo removes his hands from your tits as Kirishima moves up, allowing his mouth to suck and bite the swollen buds.

“See, Princess? We know how to take care of you. You can’t be mad at us for wantin to…” Katsuki reasons.

I should still be mad, you tell yourself. And you were right, you should be angry. Even fucking livid but all you could feel was the tingling between your legs and a disturbing creeping question tickling the edge of your brain.

“What would you do for me?”

“Anything,” both men replied simultaneously.

“Anything?” A breathless whisper, “Seems a bit obsessive…”

“Maybe, but we love you…there isn’t a damn thing we wouldn’t do for you, Princess,” Bakugo mumbled against your shoulder. Kiri dipped between your thighs, feeling his tongue trail up your slit, you tensed as he flicked over your clit.

“Oh fuck…holy shit…”

Kirishima lifts his head, smirking at you, “Hey Bakugo reach in that drawer and give me the purple one.”

“You know about that?”

“Of course I do, babygirl. Watched you fuck yourself with it at least six times.”

Bakugo passed the toy to Kiri who dripped a line of spit onto the head, rubbing it against your drenched folds before slowly pushing it into you. Moaning when Kirishima’s lips wrap around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling, thrusting the toy faster, sucking harder. Bakugo shifts behind you, one hand groping your tits, pinching your nipples, the other wrapped around his cock giving long, lazy strokes. His eyes fully focused on watching Kirishima fuck you with one of your favorite toys. Sliding his hand up your chest to your throat, he wraps his hand around squeezing just enough to make you arch your back and bring you to the edge. You moan and pant, “god…fuck I’m g-gonna cum, daddy…”

Kiri sits up, removing the toy, “No, Little One. The first time you cum with me is gonna be on my cock while I stuff that perfect cunt. Now, clean it.”

Gripping your jaw between his thumb and fingers, Bakugo lightly squeezes and holds your jaw open letting Kiri push the toy past your lips until the tip pushes against the back of your throat.

Kirishima watched you suck your juices off the dildo, humming, he asked, “Bakugo, is she as good with her mouth as I’m thinking?” Bakugo knew exactly how good you were with that smart ass mouth of yours. You on your knees with those plump lips wrapped around his thick cock was one of his favorite images. Smirking at his friend’s lust blown eyes he chuckles, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

“Nah I’ve waited so long to be inside her, I’m not waiting any more.” Throwing the toy off the bed, Kirishima landed a light slap to your inner thigh, “All fours for us, babygirl.”

Bakugo stood at the side of the bed, his cock standing snug against his abs. Seeing a string of pre connecting from his tip to his abs as his length bobbed made you lick your lips, eager to feel him fuck your throat and taste his cum on your tongue. Looking back when you felt the bed dip behind you, your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. Bakugo’s dick was huge but Kirishima’s was monstrous. Long with prominent veins running up his shaft, at least as thick as a bottle of water, the tip flushed an angry red slick with pre.

“Kiri…I don’t think it’ll fit…”

“Awww Little One, don’t worry. I’ll make sure it does. You wanna be a good girl for us right?”

“‘Course she does. I’d hate to punish her by making all of her friends stay away from her,” smirking at your distressed expression, Bakugo continued, “Now be a good little whore and suck my cock while Kiri destroys your pussy.” With a fistful of your hair, Bakugo leads your mouth to take in the head of his dick, thrusting to the back of your throat and dropping his head back to his shoulders, groaning about how good your mouth feels.

Kirishima holds your hips in his vice-like grip, lining up with your fluttering hole.You feel the bulbous head of Kiri’s member finally bully its way inside, you moan sending vibrations down Bakugo’s length.

“Fuck, babygirl…you know how many times I’ve cum all over myself watching you fuck this pussy? You’ve been such a bad girl…giving everything to Katsuki when I was right down the hall,” Kiri grunted, snapping his hips forward, your scream muffled by Bakugo’s dick down your throat.

Every thrust from Kiri shoves Bakugo’s cock further down your throat until your nose is pressed against the patch of blonde at his base. The hellacious pace Kiri set has your eyes rolling back, drool spilling from your lips. Your ass and thighs red and raw from his powerful thrusts.

Laughing at your small whimpers, “Shut up and fucking take it…Maybe I should just get you pregnant, hmm? Then you’ll really be stuck with us. Just keep breeding you…keep you full of babies so you can never leave. Oh shit you like that? I can feel you squeezing my cock, babygirl, no use in lying to me.”

You feel their thrusts getting sloppy, hips stuttering as they slam against your ass and face.

“Hnnnggg…goddamn, baby,” Bakugo moans, “This is where you belong isn’t it? Speared between our cocks…not a single thought in that pretty little head of yours…fuck m’gonna cum…oh shit…you better not fuckin waste any of it…”

The thought of being full of their cum sent you over. Your limbs violently shaking, struggling to hold yourself up any longer. Bakugo and Kirishima filled you at the same time, their cum dripping down your throat and flooding your pussy. Kirishima slipped from you to lay on your bed and pull you into his arms, Bakugo still standing at the side.

“You good, bro?”

“Yeah, Shitty Hair just gotta check somethin’ real quick,” Bakugo said, slapping a hand down onto your abused cunt. “Who the fuck do you belong to, Princess?”

Overstimulated, your body jerks, “‘Suki ‘n’ Kiri”

Another slap, “Who’s gonna block all the other guys in her phone and pretend the cameras don’t exist?”

“Me, ‘Suki, please no more…”

Another slap, “That was for being so damn mean and ungrateful about us doing what’s best for you.”

You nod softly as he crawls into bed behind you, your eyes drift shut as you start to fall asleep on Kirishima’s chest. Threats, betrayal, and manipulation the furthest things from your pretty little cock drunk mind.

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rin-itoshi · 3 years

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mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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Hey lovie, so Idk if you take requests but based on the other fic I read about Harrison having a baby sister and the boys talking behind her back can you write something about reader keeping her boyfriend a secret from the boys and she’s out with some friends and Harry sees the friends insta story and seeing reader in the corner on a boys lap and they Drive as fast a possible to the location to get haz babysister and being all protective around her like „what do you do on a random boys lap?“ and she’s like „uh, he’s my boyfriend.“

combing this with another request, hope u don’t mind :)

Hey! I've just read circles before selves and I loved it so much!! 😔 if you feel like it fits, could you write a part 2 where one of the boys has feelings for yn and really missed her during that time? Really angst? Thanks, bby! ❤❤

wc: 1.7 k

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Through the week you’d ghosted the four of them, Tom had probably been affected the most. Being your brother’s best friend, he was very much intertwined with your life, which meant he was just as dependent on you as he was on Harrison.

The night after their apology in your apartment, Tom had come over with more take out and one of his hoodies on his arm.

“Hey… Tom?” You were surprised by his presence, standing in the doorway of the front entrance, Tom on your patio. “What’s up?”

“Can I- uh… Can I talk to you?” “Sure…” You’re still confused, but nevertheless, open the door wider for him.

Tom has always been your protector in a different way than Harrison’s ‘older-brother protective mode.’ He’s genuinely cared about your well-being, and tended to keep you out of the public’s eyes despite you not being a celebrity. He was there when you needed a ride home in the rain, and he was there when your ex-boyfriend had cheated on you with your best friend. He was there, angrily, supportively, encouragingly. Sure, he gave you butterflies, but you as another rule of the circle goes, siblings are off limits. Nobody had ever broken the rule, and you suspected Tom wasn’t here to break it either, so you dropped the thoughts from your mind, attention resorting back to the brunette in front of you.

“What’s happening?” You’re awkwardly sitting on the couch beside him until the tension fades away into nothingness. It’s never like this between the two of you, but you’re picking apart the context, pointing out in your head his demeanor — and why this time feels different.

“I, erhm,” He clears his throat. “I really missed you those past two weeks.”

“Aww,” You jutt a lip out, assuming that’s all he’s here for. Restoring those lost cuddles, huh? “I really missed you, too.” “That’s… not exactly what I mean.”

“Okay…” You lean back a bit in defeat. “What do you mean, then?”

“I mean… I’ve had feelings for you for a while.” He’s blushing profusely, scratching the back of his neck out of nervousness. Your eyes widen and he’s quick to continue, not wanting to shock you too much. “And- And I know it’s so fucking cliche — your brother’s best friend likes you — and I know that we have that stupid rule about not going out with your best friend’s siblings but I just… I don’t want to go away on- on… business or something and come back and you’re somebody else’s girl.”

You can’t help but let a grin take over your face. You can feel yourself heating up, hands coming to block your face from his view, trying to save your dignity and keep the embarrassment to a minimum despite him spilling his heart out right in front of you.

“Do… do you feel the same way?” You bite your lip before picking your head up. He’s so innocent — so sweet and so gentle and tender and pure with his words — and the glint of hope in his eyes could make your heart burst. It doesn’t, but instead flutters faster, wings flapping as it prepares to take flight. You’re afraid of where it’s going, but you decide to let it fly right in the hands of the boy standing in front of you.

“I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way.” You confess it sheepishly. Tom’s quick to grow redder, ears turning a scarlet shade.

“The- the same way?”

“Yeah,” You breathe out a laugh. “I have feelings for you, too.” “That’s…” He trails off with a smile before remembering the hoodie he has in his hands. “Do you, uh- do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He holds the article of clothing out as an offer, widening your grin as you stand with a nod. “Yeah,” You take the hoodie from him, slipping it on smoothly. His smirk grows at the sight of you in his clothing. “You’ll be my boyfriend?”

He rolls his eyes jokingly, laughing with a happy smile. “Yeah.”

That is how you ended up here, at a bar with a few of your friends. Aisha and her girlfriend sit on your right — you’re on the inside of the crowded booth, sitting atop Tom’s lap to save space and to nuzzle closer to him. He’d told his brothers and yours that he was going up north to Manchester for the weekend.

In reality, he was secretly staying in your apartment, which was a few miles from the flat he shared with Harrison and the twins. The two of you were downtown right now, dressed for clubbing despite only downing a few shots. He’s dressed a bit differently than from his normal ‘clubbing’ outfits — you style him in dark grey slacks and a mesh shirt. His hair was slightly messy but hotter than ever, and your fingers constantly took a trip through the strands of curls, massaging his scalp while he groaned occasionally.

(Yeah fuck me, that esquire picture fucked me up for days.)

He’s holding a beer, now, one hand on your waist. Your legs are splayed across his lap, ass on his thigh comfortably while an arm wraps around the back of his neck. It’s comfortable — and intimate, but neither of you mind. It’s barely nine o’clock, and Aisha had insisted on paying for one of those stupid clubbing games. A waiter had brought the drinks over, and now each of you were going around to answer the questions as best they could with the amount of alcohol in their veins.

The two girls across from you were drinking the most, but Aisha’s girlfriend, Iridessa, was designated driver for the night, so the rest of your friend group was fine with getting wasted.

“Time for a cute pic,” Andrea announced, beckoning the cute waiter over for a favor. He took the picture on your Instagram, handing it back to you while you posted it to your story in seconds.

Your pose against Tom was cozy, and his face was hidden in the crook of your neck — you remember this fact very well, because he’d left a few open-mouthed kisses against your skin in the middle of the picture. His hair was different, and you hoped the only correlation between him and the boy your brother knew was that his lanky fingers were gripping a glass of beer.

Within a matter of minutes, each of Tom’s brothers — and your own — were replying to the post of you cuddled up with a ‘mysterious boy.’ They were currently discussing it in the Instagram groupchat, and Tom was trying to act as surprised, but he was being vague, too preoccupied with the girl in his lap.

You clicked the off button, setting your phone down on the wooden table, deciding to let them chatter away and deciphering who you were with and why. That was a mistake, because they had decided to talk about it in their kitchen, eventually deciding to drive down to the bar you were at. It was only a fifteen minute drive — what was the harm?

You were caught off guard by the door swinging open, emerging three boys searching for you. You gasped, alerting Tom and Aisha that if they did see you, your relationship would be outed. You tried to hide away in the booth, go as unnoticed as possible. You saw them go to the back of the bar, where more people were located, and breathed out in relief. They wouldn’t be leaving that room anytime soon — it was too crowded.

You remained in your seat, joining the game normally again. You missed the way Harrison had gasped, eyes widening as he pointed to you for the twins to see. They came practically marching over to your booth to get a better look at the brown-haired boy whose lap you were seated in.

“Y/N?” Harrison asked, another gasp escaping. “Tom?!” Your jaw dropped open, eyebrows raising against your forehead. You felt Tom’s hand squeeze your waist in acknowledgement — in protectiveness — and you tried to act as normal as possible.

“Hi.” You spoke meekly, something Harrison had rolled his eyes at.

“Tom?!” Harry was just as surprised. “You’re supposed to be in Manchester! For the weekend!” “Right…” He laughed sheepishly. “Surprise? I’m sorry, I lied.” He tried again, noticing Harrison’s jaw tense, clenching and unclenching.

“You’re…. You’re with my baby sister?!”

Tom nibbled his bottom lip and you placed a calming hand on his chest. “Guys, don’t freak out. You’re gonna cause a scene.” You eyed them. “Especially you, Haz.” He shifted on his feet, dominantly leaning on his right one.

“You’re breaking rule number two.”

You didn’t falter as you responded, without missing a beat. “You broke rule number one, first.”

He didn’t answer, and you could sense Aisha and Iridessa were awkwardly sitting between you and the boys. The tension was thicker than you thought it’d be, so you decided to speak again, filling the silence before Harrison had a breakdown in front of everyone.

“Look, can we just talk about this later? I’m with people right now, I can’t really have this conversation here.”

“Fine.” Harrison agreed, but he sneered closer to Tom, eyes crisp and jaw tight. “But you’re not off the hook, Tommy.”

Tom nodded nonchalantly, sipping his beer before replying. “Do you mind? My girl and I are a bit busy.”

You bit your lip at his words, knees weakening and stomach erupting in butterflies. This boy-

That seemed to tick Harrison off in a teasing way before they finally left the bar. You exhaled in relief, gasping at Tom. “That’s literally saying something to my dad like ‘you’re not the only daddy anymore!’” You compared the instances. “You’re a cheeky bastard.” You slapped his shoulder. Tom let out a loud laugh, chuckling while his hand rubbed up and down your side. “You know Harrison’s still gonna be pissed, though.” You sighed and Tom pouted, kissing your nose to grab your attention.

“It’s gonna be okay, alright?” You nodded, a bit unconvinced, and Tom clicked his tongue. “Trust me?”

You nodded again, faithfully, and he smirked, squeezing your hip again. You brought his hand to you, guiding the glass to your lips and sipping his beer. He watched you through hooded eyelids, tongue running across his bottom lip, across his teeth. You could see his pupils dilate, and you smirked from behind the cup, fingers slipping from his hand with a small smirk, turning back to the girls and continuing the game just as you had before.

#tom holland x osterfield!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland smutty #tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fluffy #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland blurb #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #tom x reader

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freaky-writer-writes · 3 years

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TBHK x reader | Mitsuba headcanons

Character: Mitsuba Sousuke

Fandom: TBHK

Pronouns: They/them // Gender neutral

Warnings: Mentions of death, slight angst (?), manga spoilers

A/N: I recently rewatched TBHK with my friendo because I finished reading the last chapter and cannot wait for the next chapter/season 2 eek /pos. Anyways I’m like really obsessed with Mitsuba? He’s a precious bby like sjdhbe. I’m gay for him Istg /hj.

Summary: What dating Mitsuba Sousuke would be like, and how did you handle his death, and confessing!!

• Ah yes

• Here we go with the angst~

• I would say that you and Mitsuba were really close, and still are!

• He would let you hold his camera and sometimes take pictures ACKDH

• You’re the only person he’s actually being nice to and not going full attack/tsundere mode

• Of course, he does that sometimes but you know that he don’t mean it

• Actually, you think it’s quite cute!

• Literally everytime you flirt with him, he would try to insult you and be a fucking tsundere aaa

.........

......

• He seemed like a very nice guy the first time you met him

• He’s the one who asked you to be friends (of course)

• When both of you slowly got closer and closer, he slowly also showed his real self

• Aka bullying you, insulting, etc.

• Though you knew why

• He have told you before why he has to act more nicely

• You thought it was understandable, and quite sad

• So whenever he insulted you, you really didn’t get too much thought into it

• Then the winter came

• Oh boy

// Manga spoilers starts here, and angst!! //

• It was his mother’s birthday

• When he told you at school, you wanted him to give her some flowers you bought for her

• You and his mother were actually close, despite you being his only (possibly?) first best friend

“Sure, I’m also gonna make curry, she loves it.. Maybe I can put the flowers in a vase on the table for decoration, thanks, (Y/N).”

“Of course! You know how to make curry right? You don’t need my help?”

“I’ve made curry before, I don’t need help, it’s gonna be fine.”

• That was the biggest cap ever

• Anyways

• I actually cried at that chapter-

• You were in call with him when he was making curry

• It seemed like he did fine

• You just had to remind him of a few things

• “Where’s the potato’s?”

• “Agh, crap I forgot them. Should I go out to buy some? The grocery store is not that far away.”

• “It’s fine without it, there’s no need. Besides, it’s cold outside and dark.”

• “It’s her birthday, I have to do it. I’ll call you back when I get home”

• “No, wait-“

• Before you knew it, it all ended

• You believed in him, maybe he would be fine

• Right?

• Though, you never received a call from him after that

• But when his mother called you, telling you about the news, you broke down

• You were devastated, and sad and frustrated

• Only if you could have done better

• Only if you were there to stop him instead of just telling him through a stupid call

• “You dumb dumb, everything just for the stupid potato’s...”

//Manga spoilers and angst end!!//

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.......

• After a few months has passed, there was a new rumor going around saying a voice of a boy would grab your hands by the entrance of the school asking “Do you remember me?”

• You didn’t really think much about it, considering being rumors spreading around the school like everyday

• But when you arrived at the school enterance to place your shoes, there it was

• You saw a shadowy figure grabbing your arm and saying the following words: “Hey, do you remember me?”

• You were panicking, you shut the locker up and pushed the figure away from you (just pretend you can touch Mitsuba even though he’s a ghost JAHDBE)

• Then you saw a slightly tall boy, pink hair, feminine look, with a school uniform

• “The hell?!..” You realized who it was, you walked slowly towards the boy to get a closer look

• “M...Mitsuba?!” You said in relief and jumped on top of him, so happy to see him

• “Hey!! I get it I’m a cute little ghost but that doesn’t give you permission to touch me, you pervert!”

• “It really is you! Dear god, aren’t you dead?!!” Not caring about what he said, you looked at him in the eyes with tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks

• “I am dead, idiot. Can you get off me now? You’re going to make my clothes wet.” He exclaimed, rudely

• You nodded as you wiped off your tears

• After everything got settled and explained, you thought it was nice to have your best friend back

• You loved him a lot, he was so dear to your heart

• By loved him, you still do

• You both hanged out a lot again

• He would sometimes join your classes and keep you entertained or just insult you for whatever god knows

• Though you liked that he would be with you

• It was nice being with your ghost friend again

• You were so goddamn happy Istg

• Anyhow, after a few months, you decided to confess

• It was dumb asking someone like him out, besides, he’s a ghost

• You knew it would never work, considering him being a ghost

• But it would never hurt to try though, right?

• But little did you know, Mitsuba actually also has a crush on you

• He's just.... Not the type to show it correctly kind of-

• You notice that he blush a lot whenever he's around you, but didn't really give in too much thought to it

• He never had the urge to confess unlike you, he was too scared and nervous

• He got so suprised and happy when you asked him though, but he of course still acted like a tsundere

• You met him in the usual place, the rooftop after school

• Both just chatted and chilling iykyk

When you suddenly go "Hey.. Uhm... Mitsuba? I was meaning to tell you something."

"What is it now, (Y/N)?"

"I don't know how to put it but... I like you, like a lot."

"Of course you do, I mean who wouldn't like an adorable cute ghost like me?"

"No- I'm serious. I like LIKE you."

*A moment of silence then he started harassing you about it for a moment*

"Hah. Anyways, that's... Very unfortunate. Yeah, yeah... I like you too I guess, it's nothing much.."

• Your heart go brrr

• Anyways, you got so happy and started hopping around and hugging him

• "H-Hey!! Just because I said that doesn't mean you can touch me, you pervert!"

• You know he likes it depending on the facial expression ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• Overall, you both are the cutest couple!!!

• No one really knew about it except Yashiro, Kou and Hanako (Of course)

• I mean, no one could really understand except them-

• Yashiro be like "All these ghosts, and I still can't get a boo-"

• AHAHS ANYWAYS

• Y'all would probably wait a little for kisses until you both get comfortable

• BUT when you do kiss, it's so cute and wholesome

• They're pretty short, wouldn't go THAT far

• Short but passionate if you're feeling up to it though hehehsjbe

• It's pretty much just a peck on the lips, although you COULD get into a make out session but that's rare-

• He would act like a tsundere after kisses

• "Hahaha!!! I know you just fell in love with me because of my cuteness, and now you just want to attack me like this! You big pervert!"

• But he adores the kisses on the inside

• It warms his heart

• ALSO YOU GUYS CUDDLE LIKE A LOT

• Literally wherever no one can see both of you

• Just cuddle

• He's the smol spoon obviously

• He likes being held by you even though he's not good at showing it

• He's the big spoon though if you're feeling down or something like that

• He doesn't mind being the big one either, it just kinda fits him more yk?

• Anyways,, I will probably make a part 2 of this because this is getting WAY too long ^^;

#TBHK #Toilet bound hanako kun #TBHK x reader #TBHK fanfiction #Mitsuba sousuke #Mitsuba sousuke x reader #Mitsuba x reader #Sousuke x reader #Mitsuba Sousuke fanfiction #Fanfiction #Slight angst #Fluff

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atomic-taco-muffin · 4 years

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Rating Organization XIII members

Young Xehanort:

first off...oh my god. He’s hot!

also that stare!

but how the hell did he go from handsome villain to Creepy Crusty villain?!

9/10

Master Xehanort:

I hate this this bastard

he’s a Creepy Crusty bastard

I have to cover him up with something because I hate him that much

-000000000001/10🤮🤮🤮🤮

Xemnas:

my dumbass took forever to figure out his name...it’s an anagram of Ansem

I want to marry him!

He’s a handsome Star Wars wannabe

Why do I always fall for the villain?

10/10

Xigbar:

how did I fall for this bastard?! We may never know

he’s also crusty but he makes it work

and his voice!🥵

100/10

Xaldin:

I honestly don’t know how I feel about him

to me, he kinda sounds like a grandpa

but I do have a headcanon that he’s an amazing cook

6/10

Vexen:

I’m in love with this Rapunzel wannabe

He’s so pretty and handsome

I love his fucking accent

I bet his hair is so soft (why am I simp?)

9/10

Lexaeus:

I can never spell his name right

like deadass, I have to respell it 3 times to get it right

Lexaeus honestly scares me. idk why, but he does

but I do have a headcanon that he’s a big soft teddy bear (bakugou mmm) who loves Xaldin’s cooking

5/10

Zexion:

this innocent little bby!

He’s emo and I love it

I really want to cosplay him someday

I also think his hair is really soft

8/10

Saix:

I love him way too much

especially when he’s in berserker mode ( god what’s wrong with me?!)

he’s pretty too

tsundere. that’s my headcanon

10/10

Axel:

how the fuck is legal to look this pretty?!

he looks like Kirishima’s long lost brother

everybody thinks he’s a bad boy, but he’s a softie🥺

I bow down to the animators of Kingdom Hearts

1000000/10

Demyx:

what the hell happened to you after KHIII?!

also he looks better with his pretty blue eyes!

I have a headcanon that he loves anime and K-Pop

he’s the one who recites memes everyday

he’s bby and I must protect him

10000000/10

Luxord:

I want his ear piercings so bad

especially the one that’s the Org.XIII symbol

to me, he’s like the cool gambling uncle

9/10

Marluxia:

GAY ICON!

why did the creepy crusty bastard have to make his eyes fucking YELLOW?!

he’s so pretty

10/10

Larxene:

*Bi panic*

I will let her step on me and I will apologize

she’s my queen

10000000/10

Roxas:

BABYYYYY!

I want to protect him so much

can I adopt you Roxas

100000000000/10

Xion:

she’s so cute and soft

she deserved so much better

will watch My Little Pony

*another bi panic*

soft girlfriend material

10000000000000/10

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ansem, Seeker Of Darkness:

I hated him at first

but like most villains, I simped

I like to think that him and Xemnas are brothers

9/10

Replica Riku:

whiny lil’ bitch

that’s it

3/10

Terranort:

Why Xehanort?! just why?!

Terra, you deserve so much better

2/10

Vanitas:

I find this gif so cute

idk why but he gives me Dabi vibes

he bad and I love it

also can step on me

10/10

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luxekook · 4 years

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in too deep ☼ knj

☼ dedication: this fic is a bday present for the loml tay aka tay bay bay aka @interludemoonchild!!!! luv u long time <33 (sorry this isn’t about hobi skksksks)

☼ pairing: marine biologist namjoon x assistant reader

☼ genre: idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, crack

☼ summary: you had always grown up being told tales of terrible jobs with tyrannical bosses. but now, you’re left to wonder why you hadn’t heard more tragic stories of all-too-wonderful jobs with all-too-beautiful bosses... did falling for your boss only lead to heartbreak and a two weeks’ notice? or could it yield the possibility of romance?

☼ word count: 3.1k

☼ warnings: pg15, cursing, chaotic energy, pining, miscommunication, mentions of quitting, lots of sea nerd stuff, namjoon is smart af but an idiot in love, the reader isn’t any better, crabby bois, arguments, completely cheesy fluff, short make out sesh, mention of sex

☼ banner creator: heathy bby @shadowsremedy

☼ beta reader: the amazing and astoundingly talented phia @meowxyoong

“Kim Namjoon!” You cry, swatting the blue-clawed crab away from your feet with a broom, “What did I tell you about bringing your goddamn crustaceans into the office?”

The man in question hustles out of his office looking disheveled, “You’ve seen Carl?” He sinks right down to his hands and knees to peer under your desk. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, little buddy!”

You stare disappointedly as your boss picks up ‘Carl’ from his hiding place and cradles him to his chest. “Namjoon,” You sigh exasperatedly, folding your arms.

He looks up at you and blushes, “Sorry, Star. I just feel so bad leaving them downstairs at the lab. It’s so lonely and dark down there.”

While your stomach flips at the mention of his nickname for you, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Well, why don’t you just stay down there with them?”

“Because you’re up here…” He mumbles something incoherent.

“What?” You lean forwards, your ears straining to catch the garbled syllables.

Namjoon clears his throat, looking everywhere but at you, “Because it’s nicer up here.”

“Don’t tell your investors that,” You laugh, thinking of all the fancy and shiny equipment housed in the aquatics lab a few floors below. Working for a top-tier marine biologist sure had its perks - namely the state of the art kitchen with a full espresso bar.

“Star, I would never!” He looks affronted by the mere mention of such a thing. “Now, apologize to Carl for scaring him.”

You scoff, but just one glance into Namjoon’s sparkling brown eyes makes you crumble instantly. “Fine,” You begrudgingly shoot the crab a look, “Sorry, Carl.”

“See, Carl?” Namjoon croons, “She’s sorry!” As he turns back to you, you can immediately tell he is about to launch into Marine Biologist Mode™.

“Carl is a blue crab - a Callinectes sapidus, to be precise. That scientific name literally means ‘savory beautiful swimmer’.”

“Savory, huh?” You quip, relishing in the scandalized look Namjoon shoots you.

“Don’t listen to her, Carl,” He whispers, stroking a finger gently down the crab’s shell. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes… He’s named for his pretty sapphire-tinted claws, and he’s one of the most harvested species of his kind. So, don’t even think about it.”

You burst out laughing as he eyes you, “Okay, Joon, I’ll leave my pot of boiling water at home.”

Namjoon splutters out a choked laugh, looking at you like you are the most exasperating thing he’s ever come across. And, you probably are.

When you came to work for the distinguished marine biologist four months ago, you found him literally buried beneath piles of research papers, files, and National Geographic magazines. Apparently, he had tripped into his filing cabinet and everything had fallen off of the shelves onto him. The man had been a right mess. It was no wonder he had put an ad out in search of an assistant.

In your new role, you slowly but surely introduced some structure and organization into Namjoon’s life as best you could. The first thing you did was update his office. The man still had an honest to god lava lamp on his desk. You were still baffled at how he had managed not to break the fixture before your arrival.

Swiftly following the disposal of the cursed lava lamp, you ordered new file cabinets - and had them nailed to the wall. Virtually, you did even more. You restructured his online platforms and updated his schedule to include more than just scattered notes like “Meeting at 10AM, i think? Or was it 10PM?”

To his credit, Namjoon adhered to most of your suggestions and changes, but apparently he still refused to grasp the ‘no creatures in the office’ rule.

Overall, Namjoon was a great boss - kind, understanding, sweet, and a tad eccentric. His love for all things sea-related shone through the gentle way he handled his specimens, the passionate tone of voice he used while speaking on any related topic, and the stars in his eyes at the mere mention of discovering a new species.

It had been all too easy to become infatuated with him. Especially when he called you “Star” and left you to interpret the meaning on your own.

You remember the exact moment that you fell in love with him so vividly. It had been last month, just three months into working for him. Namjoon had been going off about fucking sand of all things.

“…Sand speaks of history, of science, of travels. Each grain of sand holds thousands upon thousands of years of movement, of erosion. For example, the beach outside of this building is tan because of the iron oxide tinting the quartz and the feldspar to a light brown color. But, there are other beaches that are black, white and even pink in color! It’s fascinating! And to quote the goddess of marine biology Rachel Carson: "In every curving beach, in every grain of sand, there is a story of the Earth…”

Yeah, you are head over heels for your boss. And that’s why you needed to quit.

The end of the workday arrives too quickly - a common theme it seems when you love what you do and who you work for. Namjoon walks beside you down to the parking lot. You sneak a glance at his face and note that he seems deep in thought.

Your mind slips to the image of you and Namjoon going home together to a shared house overrun with fish tanks and models of sharks. It’s all too easy to picture, and all too painful to acknowledge the impossibility.

“Star,” Namjoon’s voice jolts you from your fantasy. You blink up at him, realizing you’re both stopped beside your adjacent cars. Namjoon smiles at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow? It’ll be Friday, finally...”

It seems like he wants to say more but stops himself for some reason. You pause, waiting for him to continue, but he just blushes and brings a hand to the back of his neck bashfully.

“Yeah, Friday,” Your tone is less enthusiastic. You planned to hand in your two weeks’ notice tomorrow. It’s a complete strategy on your part so that you can have the whole weekend to cry and shove at least one gallon of ice cream down your throat.

You wave goodbye to each other and enter your respective cars. You watch Namjoon pull out of the parking lot before you and pause to rest your forehead on your steering wheel. You were so screwed.

Twenty-four exhausting hours later, you find yourself with your fist poised over Namjoon’s wooden office door. Are you actually doing this? Are you really going to quit the only job you’d ever loved?

Yes, you are. You love Namjoon too much to stay here surrounded by his charisma and his beauty. You love him too much to try to complicate his workspace, his sacred ground. You love him too much to ask him to blur the lines of colleague and lover.

You need to leave - for his sake and for yours. It isn’t like he still needs you. He has been following your routine with vigor and always keeps his office organized now. Your tasks have been dwindling for weeks.

It’s time to move on. God, even the tension today had been off the charts with you and Namjoon skirting around each other like you were both walking on eggshells. Clearly, he is also feeling like you are in the way.

With that in mind, you straighten your shoulders and finally knock on the door.

Your ears strain for any sign of an answer. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to sustain the meager amount of courage you had mustered up inside you. Twisting open the handle, you push the door open and are immediately met with an empty office. Damn, he must be downstairs.

You chuckle at the sheer idiocy of your panicked state over knocking on an empty office door.

This is perfect anyways. You can hand Namjoon your two weeks’ and then evacuate the building in one sweep. Shutting down your computer and grabbing your things, you trudge out of the room and towards the stairs.

The journey downwards seems akin to walking the plank as you take each step slowly, dreading the inevitable.

Ciara has it all wrong: you do not love it when you One, Two Step.

The entrance to the lab looms overhead. The steel double doors look more like the gateway to hell rather than a nice entrance to a marine facility. You don’t break your stride as you march through the doors. If you had, you might not have kept going.

The familiar light humming of the tank filters meets your ears as you peer around the rows of shelves containing colorful fish and scuttling critters.

“Joon?” You call, the nickname slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

“Back here, Star!” His answer sounds from the very back of the lab. Of course, that’s where the crabs are housed.

You make your way past the tanks of clownfish and the pools of stingrays to where Namjoon sits hunched over the shallow tank containing four green-tinted crabs.

“That’s it, Nala.” Namjoon croons as the smallest of the four crabs swims around the tank, “You show your brothers how fast you are.”

“Talking to your subjects again, boss?” You can’t help but tease the man you've grown to love as he fawns over his work.

Namjoon blushes slightly and nods, pushing his glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose, “Studies have shown that it helps them develop.”

“I thought that was humans?” You say, shifting your weight back and forth. The letter in your hand seems to burn more each second you hold onto it. You couldn't take it anymore.

As Namjoon opens his mouth to reply, you thrust the letter into his chest and say, “Never mind. This is for you. Please read it later.”

With that, you fast-walk your way back to the entrance of the lab. The sound of the envelope tearing open only forces you faster. Fuck, it had been idiotic of you to assume that he would actually listen to you and open it later. Namjoon is as impatient as they come. Of course he wouldn't wait.

“Star!” His strangled call startles you, “What is this?”

“We can talk about it on Monday!” You reply, somehow already close to tears. Why is this godforsaken lab so big? You pace down the aisles of tanks and breathe a sigh of relief as the exit comes into view.

Then, Namjoon comes barreling around the corner, cutting off your escape. The man looks baffled as he clutches your written resignation in his hands. His chest heaves as he holds the torn pages out towards you, “What. Is. This. Star?”

You bristle. I guess we’re doing this now, you thought. Stiffening your shoulders, you muster all the false bravado you can manage, “It’s my two weeks’ notice, Namjoon. I’m sure a smart guy like you can read.”

“Okay, allow me to rephrase,” Namjoon stalks towards you, tossing the crumpled letter over his shoulder. “Why did you give me this?”

“The letter explains everything,” Your eyes dart around, both in search of a viable escape and in avoidance of his intensity.

“Sure it does,” He scoffs, his eyes blazing with disbelief. “I want to hear it from you.”

Your back hits the cool glass of the tank behind you. You’re trapped between the contrasting temperatures of the water and Namjoon’s body.

“Joon,” Your voice shakes, “You don’t need me anymore. You’ve done everything I've asked of you and then some. You’re organized. You’re on time. You’re put together. I barely have enough tasks now to fill a day, let alone a week. It’s time to move on.”

“Time to move on?” Namjoon echoes before barking out a humorless laugh, “I don’t need you anymore? That’s really what you think, Star?”

“Don’t call me that.” The nickname snufs out any trace of fight left inside you, and you plead, “Just let me go, Joon.”

“Never,” He growls.

“I don’t understand what you’re not getting,” You sigh, exasperated and drained, “You’ve surpassed my expectations and erased the need for my position. I think the saying ‘the student has become the master’ applies here.”

Namjoon gapes at you before he snaps, “You’re the one who’s not getting it! Have you ever considered that the student might just be in love with the teacher?”

Joon rakes a hand through his hair as you become the one to gape open mouthed at the frustrated man.

He continues, “I wake up earlier every damn day because I can’t wait to see you at work. I organize all of my things because I just want to see you smile at me when you notice. I spend an hour each night picking out what to wear the next day because I want to impress you… Don’t you see? Everything I do is for you, is because of you. I want to be the best version of myself for you.”

Your mind struggles to compute the seemingly impossible notion that the object of your affections returns your love. “Did you,” You gasp out, “Just say that you loved me?”

“Yes, you complete jellyfish! I love you. I am in love with you! And it’s not like it’s not obvious! I call you ‘Star’ because you are my starfish, my sea star. You are the one who keeps the balance to my ecosystem of chaos. You are the key species that keeps everything afloat.”

“And you thought that was obvious?” You yell back at him, “How on earth would I immediately have known the intense analysis behind your nickname for me, Namjoon the science buffoon?” You huff, scrambling to process the amount of information that had just been thrown at you.

He needed you?

He loved you back?

He nicknamed you after a fucking marine invertebrate?!

Namjoon blinks in surprise, “Did you just insult me with a Bill Nye pun?” You don’t deign to give him a response. Namjoon chuckles before grinning sheepishly, “Okay, fine. You make a good point.”

“I know I do,” You pout. “You can’t just spring this on me, Joon. Why haven't you told me this before?”

“Because I was nervous that you would leave me, that you wouldn't return my feelings. Obviously, the first point is moot. What about the second?”

“You’re asking if I love you back?” Your body sags against the tank behind you, “How could I not, you crab-loving, walking mess of a—”

Namjoon captures your mouth with his, kissing you with fervor. His hands wind their way up to cradle your face between them like you are the most precious thing to him.

Pulling back slightly, Namjoon rasps out, “So, you’ll stay?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” You crack a wry smile, “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, let me show you,” Namjoon replies before whipping his shirt off. You gape open mouthed at the expanse of beautiful tan skin in front of you.

Was that a hint of a tattoo swirling over his left shoulder?

He reaches down to tug at the hem of your dress, insinuating he wants it off. A nice concept in theory; however, with one look around at your surroundings, you slap his hand away. “Namjoon! Not in front of the fish!”

“But, Star, these aren’t fish! These are squid, and they are classed as cephalopods—”

You put a hand over his mouth, “Allow me to clarify: I will only fuck in a creature-free zone.”

Namjoon murmurs something beneath your palm. You give him a warning look before removing your hand. He immediately repeats himself, “My office?”

Your eyes narrow, “I know for a fact you have at least three crabs in there.”

Namjoon pauses, looking suspiciously shifty, “There are only seven…”

You wait for it.

“...teen.” He finishes.

“Kim Namjoon!”

Two Years Later

The short walk down the aisle ends too quickly as you find yourself standing in front of a teary-eyed Namjoon. Five of his friends stand behind him in a row, while the sixth stands proudly as the officiant.

They really are out here looking like a whole boy band, you muse. But, you only have eyes for their leader.

Namjoon stands before you, all tall and handsome in his tux; and as Officiant Jin™ begins the ceremony, you can't help but wonder how you got so lucky.

Finally, the ring exchange is introduced dramatically by Seokjin who spouts something about circles and never ending love. “Let us now have the rings brought forward and presented by the ring-bearer!” He booms, raising his arms up like he is summoning a great force.

Ring-bearer? You rake your mind for a prior mention of a ring-bearer… You thought Yoongi as the best man would have the rings.

Suddenly, Namjoon produces a silver whistle from his pocket and blows it once. You stare at your soon-to-be husband like he has sprouted another head.

And then you hear it: the sound of legs and claws scuttling across the floor towards the altar.

“Tell me that is not what I think it is,” You whisper-yell over to Namjoon, who looks way too pleased for your liking.

Your fears and exasperations come true as Namjoon swoops down to pick up Carl who has two shiny rings tied to his shell with a ribbon.

“Oh, Kim Namjoon,” You sigh as you watch him remove the rings from Carl and hand the crab off to a disgruntled Taehyung, “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to marry me,” Namjoon grins.

And marry him you did.

a/n: jellyfish have no brains, lolz. idk why making joon call the reader a jellyfish made me crack tf up but IT DID.

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4x12: Criss Angel Is a Douchebag

Then:

I always trusted her.

Now:

Let me start by exclaiming Barry Bostwick is in an episode of Supernatural! I often forget because I don’t rewatch this episode that much. I don’t know why. It also has the PI from House and a cool Prestige vibe to it.

Anyway, Barry Bostwick Jay is trying to impress a young bartender with a neat card trick, but messes up the shuffle. Another magician mocks him from across the bar. A companion admonishes his rudeness. The man is clearly drunk and comes over to ruin the trick.

The bartender tells the guy to “leave the old guy alone.” Oof, Barry Bostwick will never be old. (I weep thinking how old this episode is now!)

Later, Jay and two companions, Charlie and Vernon, mock a Criss Angel-like illusionist practice his stage performance. (I recognize one of his companions because I watched Fletch in my youth more times than a child should). Jay tells them that this “douchebag” isn’t the joke, they are. They’re washed up old men, and their magic days are behind them. He announces that he’s going to do the Table of Death that night. It’s crazy talk!

Cut to Jay on stage about to perform the Table of Death. He gets locked into the table and glaces at the spikes above him. AlL iS GoOd! Charlie pulls the curtain and walks off stage to share grim looks with Vernon.

Drunk Magician leaves the bar, with the warning by his companion that his show is in an hour. A man in a cape need not worry about time!

The Table of Death is looking more death-y as the seconds tick. Jay struggles to escape his confines. The fuse burns down to the rope. The music escalates. The spikes drop. And Drunk Magician grasps his chest. The curtain is pulled back to reveal a fully intact Jay. He did it! Hurrah! Drunk Magician though? He’s dead on the street, puncture wounds dotting his white tuxedo shirt. No, Barry Bostwick!

Criss Angel-lite is performing a “demonstration” on the street to onlookers. This is not a trick. It’s a “demonstration about angels and demons.. love and lust..” And that’s it. That’s the story of Supernatural. They’re not trying to trick us guys. Anyway, Dean and Sam approach in their FBI garb. Dean is skeptical but Sam, the nerd’s nerd that he is, knows how the guy is. He’s Jeb Dexter, kinda famous for “douchebaggery”. He does his little trick and the crowd is impressed.

Dean remembers that Sam went through a faze of liking magic when he was 13. Dean doesn’t understand the appeal of playing the act when there’s actually magic and demons out there. And I ACHE For HIM. AND Sam. Like, Sam was able to indulge in the playing of the supernatural and mystical because of how Dean raised him. Dean didn’t get the chance to play at anything. Bby Dean, you escape into your soap operas and horror movies where the good guy always wins! Take a break.

They’re in town to investigate Drunk Magician’s Vance’s death. His assistant makes it clear that he wasn’t well liked in the community. Dean asks about weird stuff with him and she shows them the Ten of Swords tarot card.

Charlie and Jay talk in Jay’s hotel room. Charlie wants to know how Jay pulled off the Table of Death.

Jay is super pumped about his new super magician powers! He can do amazing card tricks! He’s ready to try the Executioner! That sounds...wise. He’s better than Houdini! Charlie doesn’t want him to do it. He won’t watch Jay die.

Later, at the venue, Dean interviews Vernon about Vance. Jeb really is a douchebag. He’s interviewing Jim Jay, “a wicked cat that came before [him]”. Vernon used to use the tarot deck in his act, but that’s been years ago now. Dean wonders if he knows anyone that uses the deck now. They send Dean away with a vague “guy down on Bleecker Street” lead. Dean, how can you not see through them!? Anyway, they send him to a place where he’s supposed to ask for “Chief”.

Dean goes to see “Chief” and is led to a very dark and dreary basement. And he gets to meet “Chief”.

Ruby show sup at Sam’s door telling him that he’s got to get back into fighting form. The seals are breaking. She tells him he needs to go after Lilith if he wants to stop all this. (Sure, Jan.) If Lucifer rises, “oceans of people” are going to die. Sam needs to start drinking that demon blood again!

Dean and Sam meet up at the magician show. We overhear Vernon and Charlie discuss talking Jay out of doing his latest trick. Dean calls them out of sending him to the “Chief”. They call him out on being a fake fed. Touche. They cover by saying they’re actually doing research beause they’re aspiring magicians themselves.

Jay’s act starts.

Jay gets trussed up in a straight jacket and noose. (Jeb preens in front of his mirror.) He has 60 seconds to escape. The curtain is drawn. His shadow struggles. (Jeb continues to preen. A noose uncoils and snakes it’s way around his ceiling fan.) The time runs out. Jay seemingly falls to his death. (Jeb meets Mr. Rope and dies instead.) Jay’s FINE! Dean is SO impressed (Like, bby is ACTUALLY impressed, sweet child.) Sam has doubts. (Jeb is dead dead dead.)

Back at their motel, Sam and Dean pore over the lore - or at least over Jay’s bio. Once a “big deal” magician, Jay’s slid into obscurity. They’re speculating that the culprit is a death transference spell. “I hope I die before I get old,” Dean says, and I hiss like a cat who has just been dunked in a lake. Sam yearns to live long enough to marry a blurry woman. Dean wants to go out well before the dreaded old age of sixty. “It ends bloody or sad, that’s just the life,” Dean tells him.

I wonder how Dean managed to crystal ball his way into their future with such cutting accuracy. Sam wonders if they go after the head evil honcho, if maybe they can carve out a happy ending for themselves.

At Jeb’s hotel, Dean flashes the latest tarot card to Sam. He speculates that the cards are a way to pinpoint the death transference spell to a particular victim.

Jay returns to his motel room, tailed by The Amazing Winchesters. They confront him with guns drawn and demand that he confess to the magical murders. Jay scoffs. There’s no such thing as magic, dummies! Hitting a wall with their shock confession tactic, they decide to tie Jay up to buy themselves some time. Alas, Jay the magician slips his bonds and escapes. Cops confront the Winchesters in the lobby.

Later, Charlie berates Jay for his reckless stunts in the green room. Jay’s spooked by the Winchesters’ allegations. He reveals that he had intended to kill himself with the table of death trick. Charlie bolsters Jay’s ego, telling him that he’s an incredible magician and that he’s got to TAKE CHANCES and DO THE TRICK. On stage, Jay struggles against his bonds, but once again avoids certain death. Unfortunately, there’s a shriek backstage. Charlie lies dead, punctured on the floor.

Jay springs the Winchesters from jail and meets them at a bar. They theorize that Vernon is running the mojo behind the scenes. While Vernon heads to the stage to meet with Jay, Sam and Dean investigate Vernon’s room.

Jay’s in full accusation mode with Vernon when a young...Charlie appears!

He shed his skin like a snek! Charlie reveals that he’s been alive for a long time. He found a spell for immortality in a spellbook, as one does. Charlie tries to convince them to join the immortal magicians club when the Winchesters burst in.

Charlie tosses a magical rope around Dean’s neck, leaving Sam to menace Charlie with his handgun. Quickly, Charlie gets the upper hand and straps Sam Fucking Winchester under the spikes o’ doom. It’s looking bad for our heroes, when Charlie suddenly gets invisibly stabbed.

Jay stands stoic, with a knife buried in his gut. He took Charlie down by picking the magic tarot deck from his pocket and planting a card on him. As Charlie dies, the Winchesters are released.

Back in the bar later, Jay sadly shuffles cards. He’s lost his magic-boosted skillz. Dean thanks him for killing Charlie. Urf. “Charlie was like my brother. Now he’s dead because I did the right thing,” Jay spits (thematically) before toddling off sadly to head back home.

The Winchesters avoid discussing their feelings. Sam takes a walk and finds Ruby outside. “I’m in,” he tells her. He doesn’t want to still be fighting when he’s an old man.

Abracaquotes:

What’s the price tag on immortality?

You ain't been had ‘til you been had by the Chief

The whole world's about to be engulfed in hellfire, and you're in Magictown, USA

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bepp-ers · 4 years

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Headcanons #3 [Quirk- Panda! Edition]

so, this was requested by a v cute anon and oml i just-- i wanna draw this panda girl :)) also it was specifically requested fem so that is what i shall be doing. so, quirk- panda, what is it?

You have big fuzzy panda ears which give you remarkable hearing, and you’re an exceptional climber. You can climb any surface, no matter how steep, and overall you’re just a cutie. And in the last one you have a few black circles going under your eyes. No homo tho. ;)

Bakugo:

Well, Bakugo doesn’t associate with ‘cute’

I mean, it’s just not very intimidating or something a guy like him would look at and go

“i need that”

But oh boy when he met you that changed

Look, you have panda ears

He had a sudden urge to just

cuddle

the

panda

Do Not Ask WhyTM

He doesn’t know himself

But he’ll be damned if he’s giving into those urges

Until, of course...

It was lunchtime, you were sat at a table (next to Bakugo of course) and eating your food. There were a few others at the table, but Bakugo was mostly focused on you.

Once again he was wondering what they felt like- your ears, that is. Were they soft? Were they fluffy? Or were they smooth? Did they feel like velvet? Or silk? He had to know. But he just couldn’t bring himself to ask.

That was until Kirishima asked you about it. It was a throwaway comment, something like- “Hey, [Name], what’s it like having different ears?”

And boom. Suddenly everyone wanted to touch them. You didn’t mind much, it was mostly the girls who just wanted to know what they felt like. Mina often compared them to her horns, so it was fine.

That was until a certain ash-blond reached over and gently tweaked one of them. You went slightly pink and smiled. “Wow, Katsuki, didn’t take you to be that kinda guy.”

At that he realised what he was doing, and hastily yanked his hand away. “I- Shut it, Fuzzy! That’s- you-!” He spluttered, much to your amusement.

You simply reached over and placed his hand back on your ears. “You’re way too obvious, all ya had to do was ask.” He grumbled quietly, but never actually said he didn’t want to, so... ;)

Mina:

Oh lord

You’ll never get away from her hands

That’s not a bad thing either

She’s just smitten with the idea of her crush having these cute round ears

Also

Horns, ears, same thing!

She loves the similarities between the two of you

And she’s not afraid to show it, either

Like everyday after school, you were hanging around Mina’s house. Her mum always bought ready-made bamboo shoots for you (yes, they’re a real thing) so that was a bonus.

The only sound that could be heard was crunching, as well as the occasional sound from the game Mina was playing. Your head was resting on her shoulder as you watched the little character run around whacking Boon with their bug net.

You flushed a crimson feeling her hand run through your hair and then over the back of your ears. It wasn’t the first time, but it sometimes caught you off guard.

“Whassamatter, hon?” She giggled, making you grin. “You need to warn me when you do that, y’know?” “Yep, just teasing. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Tsuyu:

Not exactly the kind of person you’d expect to gain a crush, but here she is

This lil froggy is just so happy that she found another person with an animal quirk to be honest

You’re no exception, you want to know just how similar you two are

She genuinely cares for you and wants to take her time, too

After all, loosing you isn’t an option

Her favourite thing to do is hold your hand, because then she see you and keep you close

It can be hard to know what she’s thinking

But you’re one of the few people who can figure it out

Rain. You didn’t really like it. Pandas aren’t exactly known for their love of water, so it made sense. However your cute froggy friend did.

“[Name], I thought you’d gone home kero.” Speaking of which, she’d just spotted you standing at the edge of Heights Alliance, waiting and watching.

“Hey, I’m just waiting for this god damned rain to end. I didn’t bring an umbrella, see.” She nodded thoughtfully, and then produced something from her bag.

A dark green umbrella. Oh.

“Here, want to share mine, kero?” “Aw, Tsu, you’re too kind.” You grinned, stepping closer. The height difference was something you loved to joke about, and Tsuyu secretly liked the fact that you were taller.

She held the umbrella in her left hand, and took yours in her right. You gave a small squeeze of reassurance. “What would I do without you, hm?”

Denki:

Crushes were normal for Denki

He’d liked practically every girl (and maybe even guy) he’d seen

He at least flirted with them

But with you it was different

It was like he used up all of his electricity and was in constant idiot mode around you

He can’t help it!

Poor bean, he just wants to impress you

But he usually just ends up dropping whatever he’s holding or tripping over his shoelaces

You found it pretty cute, not gonna lie

To you, he was like a ray of sunshine

Always smiling and goofing off

And that clumsiness?

*smack sound*

N i c e

He just wants to spend all his time with you, not even in a romantic way sometimes

He loves your energy and personality more than anything

So!! Cute!! And!! Nice!!

“Hey, [Name], watch this!” You leant across the back of your chair, watching the blonde balance a pen on his nose.

“You look like an idiot.” His eyes widened slightly and he tipped his head a little too far back, resulting in him being jabbed in the eye. His face erupted in red as he blinked the ache away.

“Aha, oops?” You simply shook your head, with a small eye-roll. “Yep, definitely an idiot.” You stated, getting up and sitting besides him.

“Your my idiot though.” You giggled, giving a chaste kiss to his cheek, causing his blush to worsen (in a good way.)

“Wheyy...”

Jiro:

A crush you say?

Nope

Nuh-uh

“i’vE ALREADY SAID IT’S NOT A CRUSH I JUST ADMIRE HER JACKASS!”

Jiro isn’t usually so worked up about things, but...

Bby just wants to deny her feelings

There’s no way you’d like her back

You’re so pretty and funny

And smart, kind, friendly, open, comforting...

Jiro could go on for hours about how great you were

In a completely non-romantic way of course!!

“Face the facts girl. You’ve got it baaad.”

With a sigh she might just have to accept her own feelings

“Does she like me back, though?”

“Who?” Jiro flinched in her seat, and Kirishima snickered. “Oh, looks like I’ve gotta shoot off. See you Jiro, take care of her for me [Name]!” Oh Kiri, you evil wing-man.

“So what were you two talking about?” You inquired, despite the fact that you already knew. Eavesdropping is easy with two big fluffy ears.

“Er- nothing too important, just stuff.” She said nonchalantly. You almost believed her, were it not for the fact that you literally heard her confess for you mere moments ago.

“Alrighty then. Hey, you wanna know something?” You beckoned for her to lean closer, and when she did, you whispered in her ear.

“The best part of having a panda quirk is that I can hear things even when I’m not there. That being said, you free on Saturday?”

You’d never seen her show so much emotion, yet here Jiro was, cheeks dusted pink and a small smile on her lips.

Todoroki:

This lad is starved of love

All kinds

So naturally he has no idea what to do when he realises he might be falling for you

His father would definitely not approve, but if anything that made it all the more better

You were a good listener

With ears like those, it was kind of a given to be frank

And there was another thing, too

You also had markings on your face

Maybe the way you got them was different, but they were there

Little black circles under your eyes, decreasing in size as they went inwards

You weren’t a massive fan, usually you covered them with makeup but he loved them

And you weren’t going to lie, having someone like him around was nice

Perhaps a teeny bit of chemistry??

Just a smidge :)

You didn’t think he could be so sweet also, but you couldn’t be more wrong

Knock!

It was one of those days. Listening to music, and applying the perfect amount of concealer to hide those markings. It wasn’t that you hated the way you looked all the time, it was just... them.

They didn’t suit you, in your opinion, and you felt rather self conscious of them. You cursed, seeing that there was no concealer left. All you’d done was swatch it on your arm!

“Fuck...” You mumbled to yourself, flopping backwards on the bed. Ah well, you’d ask to borrow some from Momo tomorrow maybe. At least here in your dorm no-one could see you and your face right now.

Knock!

‘Well smack me sideways, whyyy?’ You groaned, but got up and padded to the door anyway.

What a pleasant surprise. “Eyo, Shouto, what’s up pal?” You let him into your room, flopping down on your bed and patting the space next to you so he could sit.

Befriending the icy guy was difficult but rewarding, as he was a true friend. Maybe even more, with that look...

“I’m bored. I wanted to see you.” Alright, forward much? You grinned, batting your seal plush out of the way and leaning a little on your pillow(s). “That’s great, but you caught me at a horrible time.”

“Oh really?” “Mm, ran out of concealer.” He gave you a quizzical look. “Which product is that?” You stifled a laugh. “The one I use to cover these,”

You pointed to your markings, and he sighed. “Do you have to? They’re part of you, are you really going to pretend they don’t exist forever?”

“Yep, my hero suit is designed like that for a reason. But you know all that.” He hummed. “Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t stop me from questioning your choices. I think you should leave them.”

Ah, that was Todoroki. Blunt as a butter knife. You rolled your eyes, covering your markings with your hands unconsciously. “They’re ugly and I hate them. I was reading into surgery you can get, like tattoo removal for people who dislike the way their quirks make them look. I might get--”

You couldn’t finish you sentence as he had shushed you with one hand.

“[Name] for goodness sake, they look amazing. Do not get surgery, they are part of you and every last inch of you is perfect to me. Please quit covering them up, I love them- and you.”

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so, what did you think? i’m kinda tired today so some of them might be kinda ooc, but hey thats what headcanons are for. hope you enjoyed anon, i’m pleased with these.

also i finally settled on a headcanons format. i’ve been experimenting with the last few and i think this is gucci

also also sorry i didn’t do oneshots this week, i’m kinda abandoning my schedule cos school and my wattpad account. can’t manage all three lmao. welp bye no homo love ya

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#bnhaheadcanons #bnha #bnhaxreader #bnhaxfem!reader #bakugou katsuki #minaashido #tsuyuasui #denkikaminari #jirokyoka #todorokishouto #your-lover-academia

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azrcxlfatale · 4 years

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under the cut you’ll find saint’s intro, its just a brief run down for now until i get bio pages up but it should help get a sense of the boyo all the same !! he is gentle and friend shaped is all i can say ajjdfg. THIS HAS NOW BEEN UPDATED WITH LIKE FIVE EXTRA LIL MORE CURRENT HEADCANONS! [ they r just like for his own growth nothing major has happened with saint and he’s still fundamentally the same as he was bc he’s always been a more laidback and less tragic muse but feel free to read em bc they do help contextualise how he’ll be career wise and with grandmami] :

CHWE SAINT:

so for the best part of his life saint was raised with his ‘grandmami’ as he terms her, but she’s better known to the whole island as ajumma solmi. for this reason he’s very doting toward her and a real grandma’s boy. he bakes with her often and they can often be found on street corners selling cheap priced but some of the finest flowers to the citizens because it’s grandmami’s tradition and its mostly done in hope to uplift the islanders and bring joy to their day in a small way and act of love.

when i say doting i mean doTInG, he will help her in and out of chairs, help her cross streets, hold the groceries for her as she crosses, open doors for her even if grandmami insists he stops fussing because ffs saint ur making me look ancient and i’ll have u know i am still fighting fit and could knock any idiot on his ass with a fliCk of my finger. ajdhf. she is v fiery, if saint is like the picture of elegance and good manners then grandmami is the sTARK contrast. she has one hell of a potty mouth and just a no time for ur shit attitude. if anything saint is keeping her in line, not the other way around.

his quirk is warp gate. he rlly just uses it to entertain himself mostly and help give his pals quick escapes when a prank of some sort has gone wrong. he can basically create portals out of a dark fog which can either be emitted through his breath or openings at the end of his fingers which he can activate, anyone can also use his portals to travel so long as he’s given them permission.

he just exudes sunshine rlly. is well known round the island for his out of this world smile which has been known to charm many. he is a very eligible and sought after bachelor but saint is like...not interested mostly bc he just like has no romantic awareness ahdhfhf not bc he doesn’t want it. and also bc he doesn’t like the way it’s mostly super young girls and guys just like awestruck by him. it feels a little too much like he’s a collective childhood crush by his groupies so yeah he is OBLIVIOUS.

very humble and incredibly polite. just really down to earth whenever spoken to but being raised by an elderly person kinda makes u a little outdated, for this reason saint is kind of demure and bad at conversation mostly due to the fact he can easily talk for hours about his plans for baking with grandmami later, the book he read her this morning, the lovely walk they took in that gorgeous spot which he rlly recommends etc but he is god awful at talking about like typical young people stuff.

lot of ppl think he plays hard to get, this is not true, saint just fr does not know how to fuckin speak and is the most oblivious person in the world to how to flirt, he’s easily flustered but bad at knowing when he’s being flirted with or if this person is just rlly nice and is usually too shy and respectful to rlly push luck by flirting in response hfhfjkg. USELESS.

very 70′s/80′s aesthetic bby boy, sweet summer child. he is obsessed with old classic black and white films, had a collection before he moved to the island which he misses like everyday but luckily he has memorised ten million quotes. also collected records. obsessed with anything retro, is a collector of gaming merch. but he didn’t get to sneak much to the island :-( the only thing he rlly snuck was a small record stash. liked roller skating, bowling, drive in movies. dresses very retro but refined and classy with lots of layering. rlly good knowledge of classic literature.

most likely to find him at the arcade in the funzone now on the island, he is a master at all the games but esp the old retro ones, usually goes early morning or late evening so he can spend hours uninterrupted on them and beat his high score everyday a bit more. if not there then he’ll be at zen’s computer gaming instead. he likes all tech really but prefers retro, he’s still figuring out modern. before coming to the island he was rlly getting into VR. if he’s not in either of these places, he’ll be on the beach in a volleyball match or doing a jog. still v much into his sports.

ultimate sike power cause people think he looks like ur typical jock fuckboy but jokes on u he is pure of heart and dumb of ass himbo just blessed with ethereal looks, he is the breed of good lil boyo and that is all.

obsessed with milkshakes and popcorn at the diners if he’s ever there u can guarantee that is what he is snacking on or treating himself to. his weakness is churros he fucken thinks that shit SLAPS. he’ll do anything if the prize is churros. sMH someone help his diet. also loves fiddling with the jukeboxes there ajdjd.

has two pet geckos one is peach colored and called zelda, the other is black and white leopard spotted and named zeus and he also has a chonk of a fluffy grumpy white cat called yoshi. he is the best. saint is a huge animal lover but probably still not on nyx’s level of dog worshipper.

weeb. not as big of a one as nyx but he likes haikyuu, kuroko no basket, given, fruits basket, free! and yuri! on ice. he is very into anything that is slice of life or sports anime.

has the nickname ‘koda’ bc of the movie brother bear, nicknamed after the lil baby bear cause he just reminds people of a baby bear ahdhd.

he studies art, spends half his life in the studio working, big art nerd. once he gets in the work mode, he just does not stop for anything but water and snacks and goes at it all day into half the night. usually does big projects bc he loves a challenge. mostly paints, sometimes sketches. u know those vids of people mixing paint colors like a swatch of gold and turquoise? saint fuckin loves those so bad unf he does that all the time to calm himself.

still lives with grandmami currently, he’s looking at getting his own place bc everyone tells him if he ever wants to have his own life then he needs to but he’s just v anxious about leaving grandmami on her own bc she getting older by the day and she’s all he has sO she cannot get hurt!!

also in a bit of a dilemma with his art bc he kinda wants to make something out of it, like maybe teach some classes sort of thing and use it more as a career but right now he does not have the confidence in his ability and is mostly just doing it for fun and as a calming thing ( he’s an idiot he’s rlly fucken good pls someone make him take himself seriously )

never cusses but does say bitchin a lot, only ever uses fuck in bed basically so if u ever hear him say it then u know something next level has gone down bc saint refuses to swear even if he stubbed his pinky toe.

looks like a cinnamon roll but HE FUCKS!! boy is a kinky freak however saint has no shame or embarrassment like he will discuss it as casually as a discussion of what to have for dinner not bc he is like lewd but purely bc to him its rlly natural and like another form of art and he does not get the embarrassment or secret nature of it all like it is just factual to him that we come into the world like that and ppl enjoy it sometimes ajsj.

gardening enthusiast!! has a fascination with studying plants and insects tbfh. still uses 70′s and 80′s kewl kid slang like unironically someone help him pls. sjjdjf. cute bonus fact: has freckles all over his shoulders and down his back. UWU.

COUPLE OF CONNECTION IDEAS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD??:

i would love for him to have a muse for art and/or to be someone’s muse. also and maybe interchangeably someone to kinda be his art mentor and be like saint u could pursue this fr if thats ur dream, then do it pls share this talent dont let ART DIE!!

someone he does gardening and insect studies with who gets his nerdy enthusiasm over it.

a regular who gets flowers from him and grandmami, maybe he makes a special bouquet for them every day which always has a different meaning in the flower language bc he is soft like that ajjfl

someone who he can take on loads of cute lil platonic diner dinner dates bc he is a huge foodie as we can tell. this one is super fun like I imagine they scam tf outta restaurants that are over priced and for the elite by being like we all kno married couples or people getting engaged, celebrating anniversaries etc tend to get better deals on their meals. so he’s essentially doing this one bc he likes ur muses company and enthusiasm for food but also bc it means cheaper high quality meals for both and a guaranteed good time.

someone to nerd out with him over classic literature or films bc that would be hella cute

maybe someone who is also close with his grandmami and rlly loves spending time with her as well so he kinda trusts them to take care of her and trusts their judgement when they r like saint chill let the lady live okay go and do ur own shit akskf

he usually jogs alone but it would be cool for him to have someone to do that with and like table-tennis and shiz cause he just loves fitness activities and active leisure stuff too.

maybe someone who is tryna teach him a little more about how to uH TALK LIKE SOMEONE HIS DAMN AGE AND STOP BEING SOME RETRO MAN STUCK IN MODERN TIMES AJDJD

UPDATES:

so a lot about saint hasn’t overly changed because like he just is and has always been a very wholesome laidback boyo but just a few bits of like additional info for his personal growth can be added:

he’s owner and manager of the florist now, grandmami is also there most of the time and handles a lot of stuff when she’s feeling up to it but with her getting more tired more easily from her illness saint needs to head everything really.

he grew up in a neighbourhood on hosu which like consisted of his entire street pretty much being full of his aunts and uncles so now like it’s a street just littered with all his tiny cousins who like to follow him about everywhere and play ball games etc on the street with him and kinda take it over shs. you can hear their joyful playing from like streets over it’s very cute.

his mother gave him up when she realised she was pregnant with him and too young to raise him and that it would hinder her from pursuing the life she wanted with his father. saint doesn’t hold any resentment for her choice, it only bothers him that his grandma has always had a serious illness since the early days of talks of her having no choice but to take him on and that despite this his mother allowed him to be left to her care and another burden on her when she was already so ill.

grandmami is now at a point where she’s hanging in there but she won’t have long left and saint is essentially now her live in carer till her final days which is hard af for him but he refuses to let it show. he’s not sure how he’ll function when he loses her. right now he’s trying to extend the florist business into a wellness one as well and more of an apothecary so he can keep himself stable and busy.

this is more just a cute fun fact but he’s a Christmas Eve baby. uwu lil boyo was born on the night before Christmas bc of course he was sdjdj.

#quirks:intro #listen saint just makes me think of that fucken scott mccall meme #WHERE R U GETTIN UR JUICE SAINT??!!#HIM INCREDIBLY CONFUSED: MY GRANDMAMI DOES ALL THE GROCERY SHOPPING???#SDJFJKF

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Hi bby! First off I just spent like an hour reading your blog because you're so damn good :) this is for the besos x my favourite type of weather is when it's warm but cloudy. Kinda humid but not too much. I love singing, acting and writing. Also, just anything involving music haha. You can do this with any boy I really don't mind. I'm also in an electric wheelchair so I'd be so grateful if you could tailor it around that. It's ok if you can't though :) ty so much!!

Omg i can’t believe u read through my blog like that pls lemme luv yoU

This is like a sloppy sleepy night with Joelito that just has a lot of twists n turns but also super fun n cute ~

“So you think you’re better than me?” Joel would sass as those sacred words rush out of your mouth instinctively.

“I bet I’m a better actor than you.” You’d say it again with more intention, adding a “prove me wrong” in there this time to get him going even more. He’d gasp dramatically, falling onto your guys’ bed as if he just died from the thought alone.

“Just kidding i think that was dramatic enough to out act me, you drama queen.” He sits up from the bed and laughs with a pushing “HA” and walks up to you with a sudden change of character. It kinda scares you at first, his eyes look sad, hurt almost, watering a little in the corners.

“Joel...” you’d say scared as he comes up and sits on his knees right at the edge of your chair and looking dead at you. He grabs your hands tightly in his and his curls fall over his eyes sloppily.

“Promise me you’ll never let go, Rose.” The words come out his mouth and the anxiety relieves. “Pendejo!!” You push him off you and watch him plop to the floor.

“I thought something was actually wrong, not that you were gonna start quoting the Titanic.” You spin around to face your back at him, arms crossing over your chest stubbornly. He laughs and you feel defeated. “Now who’s the better actor?! Huh!!” He screams and comes up to push you around to face him again.

You smile although you wanted to fight him for beating you in this fight. He uses the sides of your chair to boost himself up to hover over you, his bright toothy smile making your heart feel so many different emotions. He leans in and lifts your chin up to him, pressing a sweet beso on your lips.

“What was that for?” You say as he pulls away. “Felt bad for just destroying your acting career, had to make it up somehow.” You hit him again playfully and he plays dead on the floor. Typical.

The rest of the night youd keep goin back and forth, having improv acting battles of your favorite movies, plays, anything that came to mind. Just being dumb and doing what you like together, not caring about how stupid or annoying you might look.

Time would pass and the more chaotic the acting would become, the sleepier you got. Soon you were both reciting your favorite song lyrics instead, laying closely together in bed, the lights already off before you knew it.

He’d lay his head on your chest as you both stare blankly at the dark wall above you, singing quiet off tune melodies as they come to mind. You play with his curls as his singing fades down and you can tell he’s spiraling into sleep mode. He shifts his position so he’s cuddled right up on the side instead of on top of you.

He looks at you and he’s so perfect in this moment- even all sleepy headed and crashing down from his energy high earlier. It’s the moon that comes in from your cracked windows. It reflects that deep blue over his sweet tanned skin. The warm humid air that lurks into your room leaving a sheen glow over his features.

He looks at you, heavy tired eyes, and a little smile. You smile back bc you always knew what that cheeky grin meant. He’d lean in slowly, never one to be too ravenous at times like this. His lips would sync perfectly to yours, taking their time to express the most through such a little gesture.

The moment your mouths separate he captures his bottom lip between his teeth, letting it slide as his sleepy smile grows and his eyes shut slowly. You lick your lips to taste him one more time and watch him fall asleep gently next to you. Your heart is full and you drift off feeling so immensely loved.

#im so sorry this took so long ah #but ily and thanks for waiting besoooss #mi joelito #cnco #cnco asks #cnco besitos #besitos

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imagine-organization-xiii · 5 years

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Organization XIII - Comforting Their S/O

Suggested by: Anon

Xemnas

Is not good at comforting other people. Literally has no idea what he’s doing. Will usually say something that makes it worse. Like if you’re upset about one of the other members getting hurt, he’ll say something like, “well at least they didn’t die” and you’ll be even more upset about it and he just makes it worse and worse.

BUT eventually it gets so bad that you can’t help but laugh. “Xemnas.... you are so bad at this.” and BAM. He may be bad at this, but you’re laughing and you aren’t upset anymore, so his job is done.

Hesitant when comforting you. He doesn’t want to make promises that he can’t keep. If he says he’ll fix something, he’ll end up being angry at himself if it seems that he can’t help, so he’s entirely aware that there’s only so much that he can do. After a while he just.... stops trying? Even though he isn’t doing it to be spiteful, he really just doesn’t want to hurt you anymore.

Xigbar

Also terrible at Feelings, so he’s really shitty at comforting you. Tries his hardest but is likely to make it worse. Will let you cry on him while awkwardly patting your shoulder but that’s about it.

If you’re angry at him, always tries to make excuses as to why you shouldn’t be mad in the first place, which obviously makes the whole situation worse.

More of a fight first, ask questions later guy. Doesn’t matter what someone did - if it ends with you in tears, they’re probably going to get a black eye. Just be careful when telling him the name of who hurt you because chances are you might not even see them again when he finds out who it is.

Xaldin

Xaldin pretty much knows you better than you know yourself, to the point where he can tell if you’re trying to be happy when you’re really not. He’ll sit by your side and hold your hand and let you know that he’s there if you want to talk, but doesn’t press you.

Will let you rest your head in his lap and stroke your hair while you either dose or vent about whatever is bothering you. He’s quiet, so he’s a great listener, and will give advice and comforting words if you ask for them.

Will sometimes send you your favorite flowers if it’s a really bad day.

Vexen

Will do his best to help you relax when you’re upset. Will run you a hot bubble bath and give you a glass of wine, maybe give you a shoulder massage if you’re up for it. If it ends up with the two of you taking a bath together, then that’s fine with him.

Will make sure that everyone leaves you alone and will do any job that you’re supposed to do around the castle. Doesn’t want anyone to bother you and have them accidentally make it worse.

Lexaeus

If you’ve ever read Captive Prince, I honestly picture Lexaeus and his male S/O being exactly like Damen and Laurent. A huge, sensitive beef cake with a heart of gold with a smol grumpy boy as his S/O???? Yes please.

His go-to comfort method is cuddling you because he’s such a big teddy bear, always warm and sweet. He’ll curl up with you in bed with a bunch of blankets and pillows and the two of you will just doze. You’ll wake up feeling content and refreshed because just being around him makes you happy.

You wanna talk about it? That’s fine. He’s a man of few words and loves to listen to you speak. It’s a quiet chat in the dark with hushed voices muffled by pillows and blankets.

Zexion

Poor boy is not good with emotional people, so he’s pretty useless with tears. He tries his best, though!!! He’ll do what he can to help you and try to fix whatever problems you have.

Really good at getting you to calm down if you’re having a super emotional breakdown, though. Will put his hands on your shoulders and cheeks and will say “Listen to me. You need to calm down and breathe.” And somehow just focusing on his voice will make you feel better.

Saix

Will constantly tell you how amazing you are and how lucky he is to have you, especially stressing that your strong and you’ll get through whatever it is that’s bothering you.

Goes at your sadness clinically. Reassures you that he understands - and if he doesn’t, asks you to explain for him. Will tell you that what you feel makes sense and that you have every right to be angry.

Will invite you to come and help him work if you think that will help distract you. He’s always there for you if you want to vent, but will just as happily help to move your attention to something else.

Axel

Tries immediately to make you laugh when you’re upset. Will even do tricks with his powers if he thinks you’re really upset. Words are not really easy for him, so he prefers to help you with actions instead.

Will probably end up going so far as to buy you a huge box of chocolate and a giant stuffed animal to cuddle when he’s not there. Will also forcibly sweep you up into his arms and bring you to bed for some rest because you’re really cranky and need some sleep.

Demyx

Does not do well with tears. If you cry, he’ll jump into panic mode and it will be his ultimate goal to make you start laughing. He makes as many jokes as humanly possible just to try and see you smile.

Will try to sing to you some of your favorite songs and you absolutely adore it. It never fails to make you happy.

Luxord

Looks at every situation logically. If you’re mad and you don’t know why, he’ll comfort you by trying to help you get to the source of your anger. If you’re upset, he’ll give you reasons why you shouldn’t be and why things will always get better.

However, if you don’t want advice and you just want to be irrationally angry, that’s fine too. He’ll hold himself back from telling you his thoughts and let you complain as much as you want because you both know that makes you feel better.

Marluxia

A sympathetic crier. If you start crying then he will cry and it’ll just be a big mess for everyone. One time, Larxene walked in on the two of you bawling in each other’s arms and just walked right back out of the room. She had no idea that you had simply started crying because you had accidentally broken a plate and that triggered Marluxia’s Sympathetic Gene

He’s very empathetic and often mirrors the emotions he sees in others, so now both of you need to comfort each other to not be sad anymore. It may seem annoying, but it’s actually good for you. It gives you something to focus on besides your own sadness.

Larxene

In a totally serious and determined voice, “Who hurt you? I can destroy them.” Larxene is immediately ready to square up with anything that might have hurt you. 100% always ready to fight for you.

One of the other organization members actually injured you while sparring or hurt your feelings? She’ll have a long ‘chat’ with them. You accidentally stubbed your toe on a dresser in your room? She’ll have the dresser removed.

Goes overboard when trying to comfort you, but she doesn’t mean any harm by it. Really just wants you to feel better by any means necessary.

Roxas

Roxas is such a precious bby that cares about you so much and never wants to see you get hurt or upset.

Prepare to be covered in all of your favorite things. He’ll buy your favorite movies, your favorite snacks, he’ll play your favorite music, and buy you little gifts of all kinds.

Will pull you up from where you’re sitting and make you dance with him, like close dancing, funny dancing, dancing around the room, etc., until you’re both laughing hysterically and you forget why you were upset in the first place.

Xion

She offers so many hugs. You instantly feel better after one of her hugs because she’s so sweet and pure. She doesn’t really know much about comforting other people, but she’ll do her best with cuddling and other type of contact

Also tries to leave you cute little notes around where she thinks you’ll be that day. Notes that say, “You’re doing your best!” and “You’re great!” and “I really care about you!”

#organization xiii headcanons #organization xiii #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts headcanons

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emiliios · 5 years

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TW: DRUGS, ADDICTION, DEATH.

- ̗̀✰ •【 CHRIS WOOD / CISMALE / 29 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( EMILIO DE COIMBRA ), the ( PRINCE ) of ( PORTUGAL ). I’ve heard that he is ( STUBBORN ) & ( FACETIOUS ) but can also be ( PASSIONATE ) & ( LOYAL ). ( EMILIO ) is arranged to marry ( TATIANA ROMANOV ). Rumor has it ( HE IS ADDICTED TO COCAINE ). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!

sup bbys it’s riley again ( i also play christian and tomás ) and we r back w yet ANOTHER sad boy ™ , emilio AKA MILO, however this one is on a REDEMPTION ARC. MARK MY WORDS. we r in for a wild ride. as always. a pretty damn lengthy intro post underneath the cut. and as always, GIVE THIS POST A LIKE or slide into my tumblr ims / discord dms for some plot ho™ action thnx

BACKSTORY ! tw: drugs, addiction, death.

( read more about the de coimbras here !! elle did such a fanfabtastic job )

long story short, milo was close with his family, but not super close. he loved his parents and his siblings a lot, but never really showed it; would protect his siblings at all costs but never told them everything. sort of like a semi-close but not too-close kind of vibe there.

he was very close with his father, though -- despite their arguments about staying out late or getting in with the wrong people sometimes, he really looked up to his father. he respected the shit out of him for marrying out of love and not for political reasons, and always thought that just maybe he could do the same. but ofc, that future was not for him (OR WAS IT ....... stay tuned).

being the second oldest, he was expected to have responsibilities, but he never had the burden of knowing that he would have to lead a country ( that is, until now ). he had a weird relationship with his duties before pedro fell into his coma; knowing his status as a member of the royal family, he had things he had to do, but sort of skirted by and did the bare minimum. he’d attend galas, meet other royals, uphold a certain standard of himself, but other than that, he felt as though he had free reigns over what else he wanted to do with his life. that typically meant going out with his friends, traveling to the south of france for a weekend with his friends, etc. he wasn’t too rowdy as a teenager, but he dabbled in some drugs here and there. nothing too serious.

TW: DEATH. BUT THEN his father died when he was 23 and out of college, working as a manager for some international nonprofit, he spiraled out of control for a while.

and by that i meant he would go out and go like sicko mode version of his old life, like full send on drugs and partying and completely neglecting his duties as a royal. he got shit from his family and his siblings but he found even more that there was no reason to worry that much about his duties n shit.

the one bright spot in his life from age 23-present day was tatiana. o boy did he fall hard when he met her at age 26, almost got control of his life again with her in it. he was seriously in love w her but of course, his whole mindset of not giving a shit wasn’t really cutting it and he was probably not the best boyfriend LET ALONE someone that another royal should be betrothed to / associated with, so they broke it off after about two years.

TW: DRUGS, ADDICTION. the six months between his break-up with tatiana and pedro’s accident that put him in a coma was probably milo’s all time low. he went through a phase where he’d sleep around trying to get over her, this was also the time when he really got hooked on cocaine. he’d do it to try and feel something, and really spiraled to his absolute lowest. royal family negligence was at an all time high. real low point for my dude right here.

flash-forward to pedro’s accident, about six months ago -- it turned milo’s entire life upside-down. he was now the crowned prince, the one who would have to rule a country. he realized how much responsibility he would have to carry, without either of his parents or his older brother to help him. he started to turn things around -- cut out the partying, the sleeping around, the excessive drinking. he started to realize how vulnerable a human life was, realizing that his father’s passing and his brother’s accident were real, not just flukes, and his entire outlook on life changed.

he wanted to be good. he wanted to be good enough to be a role model for his younger siblings just like pedro had been for him; he wanted to be a leader that the portuguese people would stand behind and support, but he knew he had a long way to go.

TW: ADDICTION. he continues to put in a lot of good work to improve his character, his habits, his relationship with his family, and his royal duties. however, there still exist a few flaws: the fact that milo never wanted to be king or ever rule a country still weighs down in his heart, and he still harbors a bit of resentment toward carlotta for indirectly pushing this life on him, but also, deep down, he knows that without this push, he would still be in a very dark hole. second, due to the immense amount of sudden pressure pushed onto him, milo still frequently uses cocaine and needs it to relieve himself of pressures.

PERSONALITY !

milo is definitely outgoing and has a witty sense of humor. the fact that he was sort of a black sheep made him have a bit of a self-deprecating of humor at times in his life, but it shows that he is actually pretty self-aware as well.

milo is friendly; despite not really wanting to have a royal title, especially not that of ‘crown prince’, he does like getting to know people, and in a lot of cases, that means other royals. however, get on his bad side or annoy him, and he’ll be cold or aggressive.

milo is emotional, but doesn’t really show it. he bottles up a lot of his emotions and lets them out by himself, but we’ll all be damned if he ever cried in front of maybe more than like 1 person. while he is self-aware about a lot of things, he doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions sometimes.

milo was a bit cynical, but has been wanting to change. he used to think that every man was out for himself, but having come into a leadership role, he sees different perspectives better now.

milo is a little impatient, but he’s working on it. he’s really working on it 1!!!!!!!!!

TIDBITS !

milo is called milo only by his close friends and family; he still goes by emilio regularly.

milo is really into astronomy; often times while drunk / high / neglecting responsibilities, he’d find himself staring at the stars in the garden. he likes studying constellations. it’s cool and it’s his little nerdy thing.

milo is pansexual; doesn’t really care for gender or sex and probably discovered this during college or something.

milo really is into action movies. like fast and the furious or something. i don’t really know other action movies.

milo learned how to play guitar, probably when he was really high or something. he’s actually pretty good. probably used it to woo women at some point, but deep down it’s one of very few things that can calm him down.

AESTHETIC ! tw: alcohol.

well-fitted sweaters, headphones around his neck, expensive watches, pen ink stains, a neat desk, rock music, star maps, spearmint gum, speaking three languages in the same sentence, old cartoons, faded tanlines, smokey cologne, dark chocolate.

POTENTIAL PLOTS ! tw: drugs, alcohol, addiction.

previous friends / party buddies, people who milo used to hang around in some of his more crazy points of his life -- people who could do lines with him, who would travel recklessly around the world with him, who probably fed into his ‘fuck royal duties’ kind of thing. he probably cut ties eventually when he realized how stupid it was to be doing all these things ( about six months ago ); things could be tense now.

childhood friends, people who maybe were of similar age and who attended different royal gatherings together. preferably friends who grew up together and sort of got up to shenanigans.

former friends, probably someone of similar age and take their royal duties more seriously. when milo began to fall into a more carefree lifestyle, perhaps they didn’t agree with his life choices and their friendship fell through.

exes / flings, probably a handful of them. given that he’s charismatic and outgoing, he’s likely to charm his way to a person’s heart if he takes interest in them / they take interest in him. him being facetious and not taking things as seriously as he should, things probably ended if / when it was expected for the relationship to be long-term or serious.

good influence, someone who sees the potential in milo’s turn in perspective and may tutor him in royal tricks, or is trying to help him get off the rails finally ( bonus: they’ve seen him do coke and are subtley trying to him him get his shit together there )

literally ? anything ? hit me the fuck up once again LIKE THIS or dm me on tumblr/discord and lets get some P L O T S goin my dudes

#buckingham:intro #intro post.#tw drugs #tw addiction #tw death #tw alcohol #anyhow this took way longer than i thought #y? bc i always write intro posts that are way too long #anyhow I'LL BE on in the morning 2 do more replies and write starters

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