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icedragonlizard · 3 months

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I very much like my headcanons of all the villain-turned-dream-friends still being very flawed people one way or another.

I'd say that they could all be considered morally grey to various degrees. Some may be nicer than others, but overall I wouldn't really call any of them saints. None of them are irredeemably evil, and Kirby is friends with every single one of them, but they're all still flawed. And Kirby is basically their 'parole officer' as he keeps them all in check.

This post got quite long as I wrote everything I wanted, so I'm gonna post a 'Keep reading tag' down below.

Feel free to click on it if you'd like to see my interpretations on the flaws of some Kirby characters! I'll be covering Marx, Dark Meta Knight, Daroach, Magolor, Taranza, Susie and the mage sisters here.

Marx may be on Kirby's good side now as he's not looking to attempt conquest on Popstar again, but he's still essentially an agent of chaos. He's loud, he's obnoxious, he's widely known to be a prankster, and he loves getting a rise out of people. He enjoys causing scenes purely for the sake of it. And his sense of humor isn't exactly good at having tact, as he'll make jokes out of things that most others wouldn't dare do. He can be considered the most insufferable one out of the bunch.

But there are good qualities to him, too. Some people legitimately think he's the funniest guy alive, so there's that. Marx loves attention in general, regardless if it's bad or good attention, and so he gets delighted if someone likes him and enjoys his antics. He loves it when people decide to join him on mischief. If you're his friend, he'll often give you stuff to laugh about and you're likely to find yourself having fun with him. If he likes you enough, he'll even stand up for you if someone else antagonizes you. His friends are literally his homies.

He's still quite the wild creature, though. It requires a lot of patience and a lax/chill attitude to be able to put up with Marx. It's not uncommon for him to find ways to instigate chaos in Star Allies gatherings. But he CAN be forced to behave, albeit not always easily. Kirby and Magolor are the ones that can most easily get him to listen.

Dark Meta Knight is still a standoffish jerk with a temperament. He's rude, brutal, and isn't at all afraid to say things that might run shivers down people's spines. He's prone to violence if he feels even the least bit agitated. He's also a rather detached person that does not care to make friends with most of the other star allies, and is quite a big hater for the ones that get on his nerves. He has a bad habit of being too blunt about wishing death or general ill-will for people he hates.

Not just that, but I headcanon that Dark Mind is technically still alive as a neutralized little fragment that desperately needs assistance. DMK hasn't given up trying to bring DM back to its former glory, and is still devoted enough to do what DM asks of him to do. It's not actually as frightening as it sounds, though. Trying to bring DM back to its former glory may be impossible due to how much it'd take, so that threat may not warrant much concern, but DMK still strives for it.

But DMK can be kept in check at times by a few others in the cast. I headcanon that DMK is friends with Daroach, Adeleine, Ribbon and Kirby, and he does care about what they think of him. But I hc those are the only friends he has in the cast, as he's the dream friend with the least amount of friends. He doesn't care about anyone else. He's also willing to do art stuff with Adeleine, and will protect his friends from danger. But overall, DMK is still a ruthless son-of-a-gun.

Daroach has a notably kind-hearted side to him, but he's also absolutely still a thief. Some people are ticked off by his persistent thievery. He likes the challenge of breaking into certain areas and to see what's he capable of successfully stealing. This can get especially irritating for some if he's brought the entire squeak squad with him for these instances. Daroach also has a trollish/smug side to him, as he thinks it's funny to get reactions out of people as he steals from them.

He does have standards, though. There are people that Daroach will NOT steal from. This includes Kirby, Adeleine, the entirety of Ripple Star (he'd feel bad to rob from that planet) and he also respects Meta Knight enough to never steal anything from the Halberd. He's also a softy around Kirby. And there's times in the day where Daroach decides to be chill and not steal anything. He can be quite a laidback bro if he's your friend. He has a big sense of humor and if you don't mind him pulling lighthearted fast ones on you, he'll gladly do that.

But he's still our resident thief! Hahaha. And he often has a rather shady demeanor that might make some people put their guards up.

Magolor did make a well known apology and created an amusement park to back it up, but I headcanon he's still very much a flawed person. Much like his buddy Marx, Magolor is a mischievous prankster that likes getting a rise out of people at times, although he's much more tactful than the jester in this regard. There's other problems with Magolor, like how he often says awkward things that make it evident he doesn't have the best understanding of social cues. He also has a tendency to insert himself into things, due to still having a bit of an ego, and he can sometimes be a blatantly obvious suck-up.

It's also arguably somewhat flawed morality-wise on Magolor's behalf to have made all the masks he did for Merry Magoland. He had great intentions with that, as he wanted to honor many people with that, but he made a lot of them without permission. And it ended up being pretty awkward for some people to see the masks. Thankfully, it didn't elicit any reactions bad enough for Magolor to lose any friends, but he arguably should've gotten many people's permission first.

Magolor is still buds with Kirby despite his current flaws, though. And he actually cares about being liked and cares about making people have fun, and so he makes sure that he has standards accordingly for that. He also just has very weird ways of going on about trying to be a better person than what he was before. But regardless, he's trying!

Taranza may be mourning the death of his beloved queen, but as a matter of fact I do not headcanon him to be a complete softboy! Once enough time passed for him to start properly recovering from his loss, he's eventually started coming back to being a snobby rich-theater kid type of guy like he was before. He can be very bizarrely smug and confident at times. He has an iconic devious smile. He makes webs at people's homes with often trollish messages. Don't be surprised if he sneakily rearranges the stuff in your home without you looking.

And believe it or not, he also has a secretly vengeful and vindictive side to him. He'd love to torment and beat up everyone that picks on him. And because it was a dimensional mirror that corrupted his queen, he heavily resents the mirror world and talks smack about its inhabitants. Honestly if he saw a dimensional mirror again he'd love to break it and smash it to pieces. He also legit wants DMK to die.

But overall, Taranza is no serious bad guy anymore. He does have a definite nice and caring side to him. He's really grateful to all of his friends that have helped him out with his grief (especially Susie, who understands him better than anyone else does) and he'd panic like frick when one of his friends gets hurt. He doesn't want to lose any of his current friends, the last thing he needs is MORE things to grieve over. He's also glad to show people about flora. He's also still just a silly-ass rich theater guy that can be quite a big, dramatic handful.

Susie, while no longer the terrifying colonizer she once was, is still very much a corporate-minded woman with a lot of unhinged stuff going on with her. The HWC's practices are substantially improved in her rule compared to what it was in her dad's rule, but she still makes corny business decisions at times. She has a notable stubborn streak, and is often a bit too blunt and formal to people she isn't close enough to be friends with. She's also feisty and a bit too ruthless when it comes to combat, as it may require others to calm her down. And like Magolor, she gets awkward at times with her low understanding of social cues.

She's also still a mad-scientist at heart, although she's mostly stopped mechanizing people (except for those that explicitly WANT it) and has largely shifted to applying her mad-scientist desires on inanimate objects such as toys and accessories. I headcanon that Susie has an entire hobby of making super-detailed custom furbies as I wrote a post about it. But despite the improved shift, she often gets way ahead of herself when experimenting on inanimate objects to the point that the final result of her creations are pretty darn freaky and unnerving to some people. She really loves doing it, though! And the unhinged level of detail to her creations can be hilarious to some.

Susie does have friends that she cares about, and she lets them reign her in as she doesn't want to disappoint them. And despite usually being rather cold, she's not entirely without her kind moments. Susie is at her nicest when interacting with Taranza and Kirby, and she has other friends like Magolor and the mage sisters that she can be great with. Her friends are the one thing that help motivate her to get better. But despite that, Susie is still absolutely a big handful in terms of flaws. She's still a vindictive, standoffish, corporate mad-scientist that's ballsy enough to constantly snap back during confrontations!

The Mage Sisters are still chaotic menaces. They're exceptionally grateful to Kirby and co. for saving them and Hyness in HiAD, and so they definitely ain't doing that Void Termina crap again, but these women still engage in absurdly violent and bombastic activities. They love to destroy random buildings for no real reason other than just for kicks and giggles. They cackle like hyenas when they cause mischief.

Francisca is perhaps the most obviously flawed mage sister, as she literally keeps her frozen trophy collection and even tries to expand it! That's a bruh moment. It doesn't exactly help that she's close buddies with Marx as those two will just make some absolutely absurd hijinks together. Her relatively quiet nature can also be rather unnerving. It's not all bad, though, as she can be genuinely sweet to people that she cares about. And she's kind enough to give you free water with her soda gun if you'd like that, but overall she's an extraordinary freak.

Flamberge is the nicest of the three mage sisters, but she still has her fair share of chaos as she loves causing big booms with her fire abilities. She can be considered a daredevil with that sort of thing. Another notable flaw with her is that she lets Francisca get away with anything. She will NEVER hold her psychotic blue sister accountable. And there's of course her temperament, but she's surprisingly chill a lot of the time and is really only angry if given an actual reason to be.

Zan Partizanne can be quite rude with excessive name-calling, as she has a mentality of "it goes both ways" when her name can't be said right. If you can't say her name right, then she'll make it even by giving you some unhinged nickname. She also has a guilty pleasure of starting playful bickering matches with people purely for fun. That being said, she's something of a leader alongside Hyness at the Jambandran base and is always glad to help guide people around the place, but she can overall be quite a standoffish and feisty person.

The mage sisters do care about trying to be better, though. They want to make Kirby proud as he's essentially their little hero. They're still incredibly unhinged people by virtue of being raised in a literal cult, though, and they still love to start ruckuses and cause chaos. With the amount of mischief they cause with their weapons, it may be wise to keep some distance as to not get caught in their weapons' range.

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That's basically everything I got. All these characters are still very flawed people to me. They're all redeemable to various extents, but yeah. I like to think that they all need occasional slaps on the wrists by Kirby. He's their 'parole officer' like I said at the beginning of the post. He keeps them in check. And it works as they all respect him!

But despite sometimes slapping them on the wrists, Kirby does care about all these people. He's friends with all of them. He cheers them on as they progress in life. When they do good things, he's proud of them! He also can't help but feel sorry for the more traumatized ones.

Kirby has remarkable tolerance. He can basically be friends with bad people, lol. He always has faith and sees the good in people. He's the perfect little guy to motivate people to get better. He can keep someone in check from doing bad things, and is merciful enough to always give them a second chance. Man, thank this universe for Kirby!

Thanks for reading if you did. See you for the next one.

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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If you're okay with it, maybe a drabble of what will happen if reader actually successfully escaped?? I know it's impossible but just a what if ykyk and maybe they meet again in a few years 👀👀

destiny rules

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: reader discretion is advised. i don’t know how to properly articulate the warnings i want to convey but please read the notes before reading this. no actual smut just a lot of feelings. as always - 18+ only.

words: 3.4k

notes: no doubt, if he had come back and she was gone, bucky would have gone after her, and probably found her, right away lol so this would definitely not have happened but if by some crazy, random miracle she got away and he didn’t physically follow her….i guess this would be what would’ve happened. maybe?

Before you read further, I just feel the need to explain this because I have a feeling this is definitely not what was expected for this prompt. First and foremost, this is complete fantasy and is by no means meant to be representative of any real life relationship dynamics. It’s really more supernatural in terms of soulmates. As opposed to our everyday life, this alternate universe doesn’t offer you a real choice. When you find your soulmate in this universe, that’s it. You’re done. It’s like the strongest magnet ever has finally stuck to where it belongs and it simply doesn’t want to move. Or like a rubber band. You can pull it in opposite directions, but the tension in the band only grows, wanting to return to where it belongs. And when it finally can’t stretch any further, it comes snapping back with great force and speed. So though I know you’d think this should probably be a lot more angsty, I really thought I’d take it there, too, it just didn’t feel right, I guess. I thought I’d write about her getting away and living her best life completely happy and feeling free and then Bucky finds her someday a few years down the line and some stuff would go down, I don’t know… but when I really thought about it, I realized this connection, the tie between, it simply wouldn’t let her be completely happy and free without him. It’d be tearing both of them up everyday they were apart. It hurts them because it wants them to be together. It’s not a choice. So what I’ve written feels a lot more true to their connection given their circumstances. This is just how I think it would have played out. This is definitely different lol. But I hope you guys can kind of see where I’m coming from with it and hopefully you’ll not hate it too much. But, don’t feel the need to read this at all, either. Also, I’m very much open to discussion about how you think it could have gone given your individual perspectives on the series - I actually think it’d be really interesting to read your guys’ ideas. If anyone has any, please send them in, I’d love to read them and chat about different possibilities. :)

You first thought you saw him in the back of the aisle at the bookshop you were working at. You stopped in your tracks before turning and slowly backtracking. You needed to try to see who it was, you almost abandoned your cart of books that needed shelving to walk up to the figure. Every bone in your body telling you it was him. Before you could, your manager pulled you out of your trance, calling you to the front, asking you to grab a copy of Hamlet on your way. When you went back to your cart, whoever it was that had been in the aisle was gone. The ringing of the bell on the front door as someone’s departure was signaled chilled you more than you expected.

It had been a little over a year and you could have sworn he would have come to you by now. Maybe the distance didn’t affect him as much, or he didn’t care as much as he made it seem. Or maybe he hated you for leaving and didn’t ever want to see you again. Still, you looked for him everywhere.

It was only a few days later you found yourself walking down the flowery aisle, a simple bouquet in hand, wearing the prettiest dress you could afford with your family’s budget. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was coming back home in time to help your sister plan her wedding, better yet, to be able to be in her wedding. Not just a bridesmaid, but the maid of honor. Taking your spot to the left, you watched her flower girl toss out the silky petals of roses before your mother walked your sister down the aisle. She was beaming and the love you felt radiating off of her was immeasurable.

The ceremony was beautiful but as your sister and her now husband shared their binding kiss, you were distracted by a glint of shining metal catching your eye at the back of the church. Your eyes searched the pews, inexplicably expecting to find him, but you had no such luck. The guests erupting in cheers and applause, shooting up out of their seats as the happy couple strolled down the aisle to their awaiting car, had your vision blurred. You lost whatever had caught your eye. A trick of the mind, you told yourself. That’s all it was.

Deep down, though, you felt differently.

Ignoring the voice in the back of your mind telling you that you knew exactly what that was, you left the church and drove to the reception taking place in a barn on the outskirts of town. Everything was set and ready for their arrival and once you were sure you were in the clear from any unforeseen problems arising, you had time to reflect and take a breath. You were happy for her, for them. But a nagging, the constant nagging that seemed to never let up, pulled your thoughts back to him. Back to Bucky. You couldn’t believe it at first, the first couple of months after you left town that night. The hurt and pain that refused to let up. The ache that told you to go back, told you to crawl back to him if you had to, it was insane. It got easier to hide, to push down, but it never went away. You weren’t exaggerating when you said you thought of him every day. Every single day. The truth was clear, no matter how much you hid or tried to deny it. You missed him. You loved him. Despite yourself, you wanted him. And so the beautiful wedding you were lucky enough to be a part of was overshadowed by your longing for your own love. Your soulmate.

You really thought maybe you were just starting to lose your mind. Seeing him everywhere, feeling him everywhere, the heavy weight of his intense stare on you that you could never meet, the shadows lurking and taunting you when you turned around to find nothing and no one.

You had huffed and scolded yourself for forgetting your bouquet back at the church as you drove over to the barn. You even searched your car when you first got there to make sure you hadn’t just put it somewhere else. It was nowhere to be found. But now, as you approached your car, waving to the guests as they arrived, you saw the bouquet sitting in your passenger seat. You looked around, scanning the area trying to find him yet again, but he still wasn’t there.

You licked your lip, swallowed hard and opened your car door. Nothing else was moved, just the flowers that now appeared on the previously empty seat. You’d wait here, you figured. They didn’t need you inside and your sister would be arriving soon. You closed the door and instead leaned on your car, taking advantage of the little shade it provided. The air was nice, the breeze flowing over your heated skin. The summer weather was never your favorite, but you couldn’t deny the beauty of a cool summer evening. The sun would be setting soon, the sky starting to turn colors. Again, your mind wandered back to him. Where would you be right now had you not left town all those months ago.

With him, you were sure. You might not have a clear idea of where or what you’d be doing, but without a doubt you knew you’d be with him.

Twenty minutes passed and the sound of honking alerted you and the rest of the guests that the newlyweds were approaching. Cheering commenced as they got out of their ride and greeted everyone. You were surrounded by people, friends and family, and yet there was an ache in your heart reminding you that you were alone.

As you stood in front of the mic giving your toast, a smile gracing your face, your mind was elsewhere. You were making yourself sick and you needed to say your goodbyes and goodnights and get back home. You didn’t need to be here bringing the energy down. Everyone was so happy, they deserved to have a nice night. You, well, you just needed sleep.

Dinner began being served and so you gave your sister and new brother in law a hug and wished them safe travels and a happy honeymoon. You found your mom chatting away to some people you vaguely remember meeting once or twice in your life and told her you were heading home.

It was quiet out, everyone partying inside at the reception. The air was calm and as you walked to your car, you admired the sunsetting lower in the horizon and the twinkling of stars just beginning to shine. You took a breath, walking to your trunk to rest on the back of your car, trying to clear your mind now that you had some peace, not yet ready to drive.

“You look beautiful.”

The voice cut through the quiet and froze you for a moment. You’d know it anywhere, smooth and charming as ever, a bit of edge betraying his apparent ease. You almost convinced yourself you were imagining it. But when you turned your head to the right, you found you weren’t.

You were silent, you didn’t know what to say or if you could speak at all, when his brilliant blue eyes met yours. He stood across from you, wearing a suit, which only stunned you further. He had been inside the whole time? You thought you were losing your mind, feeling him around you when he wasn’t anywhere near, but in fact, he had been there the entire night. And so it was him at the church, too. And the bookstore. It had to be, of course it was.

“I haven’t had to wear a suit in a really long time, but I think I clean up pretty nice, don’t you?” he asked as he got closer to you, though you didn’t move an inch. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You felt a tear slip but you didn’t register you were crying until he gently brushed the tears from your puffy cheeks. You sucked in a sobering breath as he touched you, close enough to wrap your arms around him. Your body moved before your mind did, grabbing him as if he’d disappear at a moment’s notice as you released a shuddering sigh, feeling his body against yours.

“Bucky,” you breathed into his chest, still slightly disbelieving he was actually in front of you.

“Honestly,” he chuckled, “this isn’t the reception I was anticipating, but I definitely prefer it to the idea I had in my head of how you were gonna react.” He returned your hug and squeezed you tighter.

“You’re here.”

“For you,” he stated. “I’m here for you.” He pulled away slightly to look down at you, his hand tilting your chin up to face him. “I gave you space and I gave you time. But I’m not letting you go again. I’m not leaving here without you.”

Your hand found the back of his head, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck before you pulled him further down to meet you in a kiss. In an instant, you felt every emotion you had thought died before. The feelings you had searched for in others but never found. No one could make you feel the way he did. The simple kiss brought back that same spark and desperate need that it always had before. Along with a sense of comfort that you hadn’t known since the last time Bucky held you in his arms. It had only been a year but it felt like a lifetime without him.

“I’m not running anywhere,” you whispered against his lips.

Bucky had thought he’d be angry, and he definitely thought you would be, too. When he found you in the bookshop that day, he was sure he’d feel your anxiety and fear at the thought of his presence, but instead he felt only longing and sadness.

When he had returned to your house that night you left, and found you gone, he thought the part of him that was finally opening back up to love was shutting down all over again. He was angry and scared and hurt. He knew he deserved it, but he refused to accept it. The only thought in his mind was of getting you back. After massive talking down from Steve and Sam, he decided to listen to you. You said you needed space. You needed time. He could give that to you. But he’d be damned if it was gonna be forever. He continued keeping tabs on you through socials. You kept relatively silent on yours, but your sister and mom did not. He knew when you arrived there and was so grateful for your sister’s constant updates on her upcoming nuptials, all involving you. A year was enough, right? That would be long enough for you? He hoped it would, because he wouldn’t wait any longer. He couldn’t.

Luckily, it obviously was. Though he was prepared for the worst, he was relieved that you seemed to actually be fairing just about as well as he was alone. The pain of being apart from your soulmate once you met never went away. A stark reminder that fated partners simply just belong with each other - no matter what may come or what has passed.

“I think I missed you,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he laughed in near disbelief, “That’s good. Cause I missed you, too.”

You nodded against him, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying more, nuzzling into his solid chest. You felt like you had near zero control over your emotions, they were all spilling out onto him. You couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop yourself. You had to say it.

“Bucky,” you paused, almost wanting to keep it to yourself - as if it was still your own little secret, though you knew well enough it could never be a secret from him. “I love you,” you breathed.

He pulled your face up from his chest, lowering his head to kiss you once more. Soft but growing stronger the longer he held you, as if he was losing restraint before he forced himself to pull away. “I love you, too.”

“My ma always said ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’. Guess she was right,” he said sporting that boyish grin he wore so effortlessly around you.

“A whole year,” you murmured. “Aren’t you angry?”

He shook his head and moved you so you were both leaning against your trunk, side by side now as you rested your backs against the car.

“You needed time. And space, right? You told me that repeatedly and I refused to listen. I can’t be angry at you for doing what you needed to do after everything that happened. Everything I did. Especially if this is the turn out. You seem better for it.”

“Your understanding is a little unnerving,” you confessed, staring at the dust beneath your feet. You would honestly feel a little better if he just..you didn’t know. Yelled at you? Showed even just an ounce of anger.

“A year can change a person. And it’s not like I had no idea where you were or what you were doing. I kept an eye on you. Helped me keep my head. My restraint.”

“I hate that that kind of makes me feel better,” you murmured as you unconsciously leaned against him.

He laughed in response as he put an arm around you..

“So. You think you’ve changed?” you asked. He looked up as if considering himself before he nodded, returning his gaze to you.

“Yeah, I think I have,” he replied.

“I think I have, too. It was a long year, you know. I thought a lot. Processed a lot. Accepted some things I was trying hard to deny... Some things you just can’t change, right?” you gulped.

“Whether it be moments passed, or.. Destiny,” you breathed, shaking your head slightly. “So why keep dwelling on them - making yourself suffer. I’ve never really been big on forgiveness… but I realized that I- I want to forgive you. Because I don’t want to hurt any more, and I don’t want to keep hurting you. I just- can we move past it? All the pain we caused each other? Or is that crazy? Does that seem crazy? Don’t you think people would think I’m crazy?” you rambled as you began to move away from him.

“You’re not crazy,” he grabbed your hand as you tried to push off the car, getting further away from him. You were still in a flurry of emotions, though you stopped your movement when he took your hand.

“I mean do you think we could really be okay?” you asked, voice weak as you looked down to your hand in his.

“Of course I do,” he reassured you as he pulled you closer, you now standing in front of him. “We’re literally meant for each other, sweetheart, we’re soulmates. We can move past all of this, no problem. You don’t have to worry about anything. I promise.”

“Okay,” you breathed, deciding to just trust him. You really didn’t know if you could manage even just another week without him now that he was back beside you.You didn’t want him to go anywhere.

“I really fucking missed you,” he whispered against your temple as he hugged you tightly once again. “And you really do look beautiful,” he added, causing you to smile softly as you pulled away from him, only holding each other’s hands now.

“Thank you. You look really good in a suit, ya know,” you responded, earning a smirk for him in return.

“Were you really wanting to leave so early?”

You thought for a moment before responding. Did you really want to go? You weren’t sure. But you definitely weren’t ready for Bucky to meet your mom or sister tonight.

“Uhm, yeah.. I did,” you nodded. “Hey, how did you get out here, anyway?”

“I can be pretty charming,” he shrugged, you hummed in response as you looked him up and down again, really absorbing the fact he was here in front of you.

“Wanna give me a ride back to my hotel?”

You blinked, looking back up to his face, his blue eyes meeting yours. You nodded gently.

“Sure,” you agreed.

The next week flew by in a blur. You spent nearly every moment with Bucky you could. Every now and again, you’d wish this could have been how things went before, but you were quick to remind yourself to leave it in the past. You’ve grieved the loss of what could have been, you gave yourself time to heal, you gave yourself permission to let go. It would only do more harm than good to let it sit in your mind. This, right here, right now with Bucky, it was good. You were happy and you felt more whole than you had before. You were making a new beginning and making up for what you thought you had lost. You wanted to be happy and so you made the choice to be.

You didn’t want to be without him anymore. That weekend you packed your things and said ‘see you later’ to your mom, who was more than happy to see you getting back to yourself. You never told her what happened. You didn’t tell anyone anything. All she knew - what you had told her - was that you were simply having a hard time. Times were tough, she understood and didn’t push you for any other reasons as to your sudden arrival. And just like when you showed up, she didn’t push for any other reasons as to your sudden departure. She simply made sure you knew that she would always be there if you needed anything. You told her you were ready to get back to living on your own and you thanked her for letting you stay with her as long as she did. You were grateful your sister was still gone on her honeymoon or you knew she’d refuse to let you leave without asking ten thousand questions.

You drove back to your old town on your own, having told Bucky you’d meet him at the address he gave you. You’d agreed you’d stay with him, just until you found a new place of your own. Though you were sure he had plans to keep you living with him no matter what, you decided you’d cross that bridge when you came to it. You weren’t even sure you’d want to find a new place once you got settled, anyway. Even just being away from him now was making you feel ancy.

The anxiety would lessen over time, you were sure. Rationally you knew you were fine and you’d see him soon. And even if you didn’t, it wasn’t like you were dying. It may have felt like it, but you weren’t. Though your heart, your stupid, stupid heart, felt differently. It was like your heart and soul were terrified he’d be away for too long again. They sent every signal they could, invaded nearly every thought with needless worry.

Six long hours later found you pulling up to Bucky’s place. You didn’t bother with your boxes as Bucky was waiting for you when you got there, showing you inside and around the expansive house. Though it didn’t take long for you to end up in his bed, completely wrapped up in one another. Making up for lost time in more ways than one. You were worn out by the end of the night as you laid with him, sore and sticky, reveling in his sweet words as you were enveloped by his warmth.

“‘M never letting you go again, pretty girl. Never,” he swore to you as he held you close, lips brushing against your skin.

“You won’t have to,” you murmured softly, nuzzling into him, your fingers playing in his hair. His fingers gently tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek, admiring you as he did.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he breathed before placing another kiss on your lips.

So much had changed in a year, for worse or for better, who was to say. But either way, it just all felt right. You were letting yourself be truly happy here with Bucky. You had no clue what the future held, but you knew no matter what, you’d be okay.

You really weren’t sure what was next, but you knew you’d have him. Like you were meant to. It was you and Bucky. No matter what. Just how destiny planned it.

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sk8termikey · 26 days

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Chapter 12 of 21 Questions

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Lily was comfortably sitting next to a tired Alex on their couch while Bernard, their cat, had claimed a spot between them and was contentedly purring as he lazily stretched out.

As she was looking at recent pictures she took , Lily's phone buzzed with a message from Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now i am

“Who is texting you at such a late hour?” Alex asked, sleepily.

“Matt, so I can play Fortnite with him”.

“This late? Aren’t you tired after today?” Although Alex was concerned for her friend, she couldn’t help the small smile as she thought about how Matt seemed to often be the subject of discussion lately.

“I guess I am,” Lily sighed. “But if I don't play tonight, we’ll have to reschedule since we are both always busy. And I really wanna play with him.”

“I understand. If you really want to, go play but don't sleep too late. You haven’t been sleeping a lot recently.”

“Yeah don't worry,” Lily reassured her friend. “In any case, I know I cannot really last more than an hour so I’ll sleep soon enough.”

“Okayy, then enjoy your game and good night”.

“Good night as well, love you”, Lily replied as she quickly held Alex’s hand to emphasise the last part of her sentence.

“Love you too”.

The two girls both made their way back to the comfort of their rooms. Excitement bubbled within Lily as she eagerly headed towards her laptop that was on the bed, anticipating a thrilling session of Fortnite with Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now I am

Yup i am :)

Just warning you that i'm a bit tired so I won't be able to play too long sorry

We can always postpone you know

It doesn't bother me

No dw, I want to

So what's your user?

sk8termikey

Just added you

MattTheMunch?😭

That’s me

Can we use vocal chat to communicate?

I think it would be more practical than typing and playing at the same time

Only if you’re comfortable with it ofc, if not we can always type in the chat

Shit

unsent

What if you know me?💀

unsent

If you recognise my voice, no you don't

unsent

Yeah sure it's not a problem

Okay gonna active the mic

“Yeah I do hear you”, Matt said as Lily had just asked if her mic was good.

“Great, just send a request so I can join your group.”

“Done,” Matt briefly notified her, not wanting to talk too much.

“Yep, I see it. Where do you wanna drop?” Lily questioned while she was looking at the map.

“Dunno, depends on how you play. Are we confronting the enemy or playing a chill game?”

“I'm going to be honest with you Matt, I’m all for directly attacking people but I also like to just mind my business like– for example when there’s no one around, I’m literally just building houses,” Lily explained the type of player she was.

“M’kay, so somewhere calm I guess?”

“Sounds good”, Lily agreed.

“How about Shattered Slabs? Not very crowded, I’d say,” Matt suggested.

“Okay okay, solid choice. Let's jump now.”

They both landed in Shattered Slabs and started looting buildings to look for weapons before finding a plan of action.

“Found a green pump shotgun. You need a weapon?” Lily offered.

“Yeah, I'm rocking a grey SMG but I'll take it.”

“Here you go. Now let's push towards the circle.”

As they did so, they unfortunately encountered an enemy duo.

“Matt! Matt! Watch out! Right in front of us, two guys.” Lily warned the boy on the other side of the screen.

“Got it, don't worry. I take left. You focus on the right.”

“Okayy.”

Lily was glad that Matt was careful of his surroundings and able to act in semi stressful situations. Even though she realised he wasn’t much of a talker when playing, she liked that he would still reply to her. Lily was someone who could get really excited regarding video games but she didn’t mind that Matt was more on the calm and reserved side.

They thus engaged in a brief firefight and successfully managed to eliminate the enemies. After that, they decided to continue moving towards the centre of the map, which led them to encountering more opponents along the way.

“Incoming, I'll flank from the right. Cover me!” Matt exclaimed as he was being surprised by an enemy.

“Go for it. I'll keep them distracted.”

Due to their quick and efficient teamwork, they successfully eliminated the threat. As they approached the final circles, the tension was building up.

“Only two squads left. Stay sharp.”

“Damn I've never done a victory royale with someone or with Alex. She sucks a bit and my random teammates always sucked too.” Lily was getting impatient about finally winning a game, thanks to her new teammate and friend.

“First time for everything,” Matt shrugged as he was used to achieving a victory royale either alone or in teams.

The final battle unfolded and after a fierce fight, they eventually emerged victorious.

“We did it! Victory Royale! Yaaay!”

“Good game. Let’s do another one,” Matt suggested as he was getting more into playing with Lily.

A matching smile appeared on both of their faces at the thought of coordinating strategies and sharing victorious moments together. The familiar sound of gunfire could be heard in their headphones while the virtual landscapes kept moving before them, thus creating a digital realm where teamwork and skill merged seamlessly.

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After a couple of games, Matt and Lily were unknowingly sharing things about their personal lives as they were more easily winning each game and therefore didn’t have to focus as much as before on the other players.

“No, yeah and like– we couldn’t not go see them on tour you know?” Lily mindlessly asked as she was shooting someone from afar.

“Sounds fun honestly,” Matt replied. “I hope you guys have a good time.”

“Yep, thanks. And thanks for saving my ass just now.”

Lily, as she was telling Matt about how she was going to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert for the US leg of their tour, was getting easily distracted. She couldn’t be blamed though because in her opinion, Matt was someone you could trust very quickly. She found peace in talking to him as he was a pretty good listener who would occasionally share a thing or two about his own life.

As the duo managed their fourth victory of the night – Lily had absolutely lied when she told Alex she would go to bed after an hour, the girl let her eyes wander to her window whose curtains weren’t closed yet and were letting some faint light enter her room: the city lights from afar were almost looking like distant glowing stars.

“Wait, be right back. Give me two minutes before starting a new game.”

“Ok,” Matt simply replied as he didn’t mind a small break.

Lily had realised that the sky was the complete opposite of cloudy and that she could see the moon. Grabbing her phone from her nightstand as she knew her camera had no battery left, she shot a dozen of pictures before coming back to her bed.

“Sorry for that, sky looked so pretty I couldn’t resist.” Lily explained to her teammate.

“No problem. Send me a picture, will you? Must be prettier than the sky I have right now.”

“Of course bro, I gotcha.” Lily was looking through her gallery to find the best picture she could send to Matt. “Erm, you know what? I’ll give you my Instagram and you’ll have to wait to see it on there because I think I’ll have to edit a bit. They would’ve looked more accurate with my camera but with my phone the photos are missing something for now.”

“Oh, hmm… yeah, ok. Fine by me”, Matt agreed with the proposition as he took his phone to open the application mentioned by the girl.

Lily then texted Matt with the Instagram user of her photography account, which was mostly filled with pictures of the sun and moon. Unbeknownst to Lily, Matt was quickly changing from his main public account to a second one he had – he didn’t post any picture of his or his brothers’ face on it so he was safe from getting recognised as the account had barely a couple of landscapes pictures, simply acting as a decoy to thrive incognito on social media.

Now following Lily on Instagram, Matt skimmed through her account and realised that she really was the female version of his brother Nick. Indeed, as Lily rambled about editing, Matt carefully listened and noted how passionate she was about photography.

If only one of them knew at the moment that this small interaction would be a turning point in their lives, leading to events none of them could ever imagine happening.

“Hey,” Matt broke the comfortable silence between Lily and him after a few minutes.

“Yeah?” she softly replied.

“My brother just texted me that we have something to do tomorrow morning so I think I’ll go to sleep soon”, Matt explained with an unexpected frown on his face – he realised that he was actually enjoying conversing with Lily and wanted to keep talking to her.

“No worries babe,” Lily let her favourite pet name unconsciously roll off her tongue. “I should too honestly. Even if I don’t have a shift tomorrow, I don’t want to fuck up my sleep schedule.”

“Yeah…” Matt awkwardly replied, not knowing how to feel about ending the conversation.

“Yep…” Lily was definitely experiencing the same thing as she wished she could keep talking to him. “Tonight was fun. I hope we can play together again soon.”

“Me too,” he agreed with her as a smile made its way on his lips before continuing. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Totally. Well then, good night Matt.”

“Good night Lily.”

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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schraubd · 1 year

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The Free Speech Chilling of Free Speech Protests

As some of you know, there's been a bunch of controversy recently about the "free speech culture" at Yale Law School, and particularly whether the school is hospitable to conservative speech. Several conservatives have argued that particularly raucous protests that have targeted conservative speakers have crossed over into effective censorship, negating Yale's claim to be a place where diverse views can be discussed.

On that note, David Lat reports on a recent talk at Yale given by an attorney for the right-wing, anti-LGBTQ group Alliance Defending Freedom (on a panel with former ACLU head Nadine Strossen and Yale Law Professor Robert Post). By all accounts, the talk, which had approximately 100 attendees, went off without a hitch. Far from the abuses of the past, this time there was not, in Strossen's words, "even a peaceful protest."

Now, I want to be very careful in articulating what I say next. I'm not a "protest" guy. I don't enjoy going to them, I don't find them especially inspiring even when I agree with them, and I'm probably predisposed to think of them as unreasonable. And I'm fully willing to believe that in the past some forms of "protests" at Yale (e.g., I don't think that protesters can be permitted to "shout down" views they disagree with).

All that said, it is also an element of free speech culture to permit some forms of peaceful, minimally disruptive* protests. Students quietly holding signs, or passing out flyers, or even booing the speaker when she's introduced -- those, too, are exercises of free speech, the protection of which is important just as protecting the ability of dissident speakers to come to campus and have a genuine, practical ability to present their views is important.

So when I read that there wasn't "even a peaceful protest", well, obviously one explanation for that is that no Yale students felt moved to protest this speaker, or that they were busy with other things. But given that this speaker is exactly the sort of figure who had been raucously protested in the past, and that presumably there are still a fair chunk of students who probably continue to deem her protest-worthy, what does it signify that no protest occurred? It seems highly likely that the steps Yale has taken to discourage illegitimate, censorial protest (and again, I'm inclined to think that there are such protests and Yale is right to tamp down on them) have had the additional chilling effect of deterring legitimate, non-censorial protest.

The conservative journalist who quoted Strossen as saying there were no "peaceful protests" also reported that "there were no ear-shattering chants, no profanity-laden signs, and no ad hominem questions." The first of these might be validly limited as a "shout down." The latter two, however, don't seem procedurally inappropriate (though of course one can agree or disagree with their on-the-merits substance). Free speech protects the right of attendees to have signs with profanity on them. Free speech protects the right of audience members to ask harsh or hostile questions. If those, too, were eliminated, then it seems Yale didn't just ban illegitimately disruptive protest; it also functionally squelched perfectly legitimate, normal forms of protest. As one sort of speech avenue opened, another closed.

The laudatory tone of the articles I've read praising Yale for successfully hosting this speaker suggest, however, that this ebb of free speech culture is not viewed as significantly worrisome. And perhaps the problems are not in equipoise -- one might think that obstructing invited speakers from presenting via "shout downs" is a more serious violation than deterring peaceful protests of speakers via perhaps overbroad or heavy-handed administrative initiatives. But it still worth recognizing that there appears to have been a free speech cost here as well as a benefit. A healthy free speech culture at Yale absolutely must allow speakers of diverse views the realistic, non-nominal opportunity to present their arguments. But such speakers are not entitled to be free from the normal pushback and protest that is also part of a culture of free speech. If the pendulum at Yale has swung so far back as to eliminate the latter, that cannot be deemed an unmitigated victory.

* Why "minimally disruptive"? Some take the view that any sort of "disruption" of a speaker's talk, even if de minimis, represents a form of censorship. This seems untenable: normally audience reactions like booing a poorly received point would fall into this category -- a speaker probably has to temporarily pause and regroup until the booing dies down, and so is "disrupted" -- but that can't be the standard for governing whether the speaker has functionally been obstructed from speaking. On the other hand, some argue that protests are by their nature meant to be disruptive -- considerably more so than "minimally" -- which is what makes them a protest. I don't necessarily disagree with that point, but what I would say is that a protester who takes that approach is consciously refusing to submit to or cooperate with the prevailing legal or governance structures (that, again, is implicit in the disruption) and so cannot truly complain when those structures refuse to cooperate back (e.g., by imposing various forms of sanctions). "Minimally disruptive" I think walks the line appropriately.

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astroismypassion · 2 years

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Hi, can have your advice? Of course, if it's your field)

I have Venus and Mars both in 8th house, scorpion, conjunction each other and square ASC in aquarius. And I feel really confused, like one minute I'm life of the party, the next I'm struggling with social anxiety, trying to tone down stuttering and tremor in the body. Understandably, it depends on person I'm taking with, but the whole thing can happen during one single time, so yeah. I would like to hear your thoughts on how I can work it out)

Anyway, thank you for your time and have a good day 🥰💜

(English isn't my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes I could've made 😅)

Hi there!

Yes, of course I can share my thoughts on it at least.

Haha I would like to make advice giving my field haha, if this is even possible yes.

First of all, I would like to say that having Aquarius Ascendant is already rare on its own. I think you live in the past and in the future at the same time and you are able to navigate very successfully between both time focuses and states. However, learn to use the knowledge of both (past and future) to ground yourself, your own identity and thoughts in the present time too.

Yes, you have a strong need to connect with people, so that you can belong somewhere, yet you want to stand out in your community too and remain independent to have free thought.

I think what you can do, is firstly ground your body and then thoughts will follow. And also try meditation perhaps when you feel out of balance. I'm not a big advocate that meditation can fully help you since sometimes it's not always about being mindful and in the moment, sometimes a bit anxiety is okay so that you are alert, focused and concentrated, we can't just be chilling and relaxed at all times since our development would not move forward and we would stagnate. But quick 10, 15 min guided meditation on Goodful could help you here. Also, engage in a light reading or listen to a podcast so that you mind will feel just lightly stimulated, but with knowledge.

So to make sure you ground your body, we can also do this: check when was the last time you ate? Have a light snack, something that will nourish you, but like whole foods, not processed, like a banana, rasberries, a few bites of loaf of bread. Drink more water or try sparkling water if you are struggling with getting in your water intake levels. Go run an errand or go outside for a walk, dance in your room, like a dance workout.

So now that you grounded yourself in your body and your thoughts, go out there more confident that you've shown self love and nurtured yourself first, before interacting with others and giving away your energy and battery level. Maybe try do hang out for a few hours at a time, maybe avoid hanging outs and social interactions that would go on for four hours. Say that you have something else scheduled and retreat. Because at the end of the day, you do have scheduled something and this is your own recharging time.

Also, don't beat yourself for too long or analysing too much this mentality, behaviour of yourself. It's rather normal, we can't be on a high high at all times either, otherwise your body and brain couldn't actually follow through and process all these overflowing, happy, overflowing emotions. So don't even EXPECT to be feeling like a life of the party at all times or in all your interactions.

We CAN APPRECIATE each state (for example being really content, really concerned, really joyful) ONLY because they are limited for a period of time. Because it is happening only until the next change. And that's the beauty of it.

I hope you will have a beautiful day too,

@astroismypassion

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linalilia · 1 year

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[meet the prisoners!] prisoner 009: kuroki riku

HE'S HERE i was so excited to post him tbh. i'm not sure if i'm satisfied with his design and i feel like i could do more with it, but for now.. it's fine, i can work with it.

also, his image color was supposed to be a dark shade of green at first, but then i was like. it probably won't look that original because i already have asahi and naomi (yes, naomi's color is closer to teal and asahi's color is very bright compared to what i planned for riku, but still) and i'm still salty because of how similar akio and shun's colors turned out to be, so. yes, he's an orange boy now. and i feel like it fits his personality better!

General info:

Name: Kuroki Riku (黒木俐暮) (his last name means "black" and "tree" and his first name means "sharp, clever" and "evening, dusk")

Age: 17 y/o

Gender: Male

Status: Prisoner 009

Birthday: April 7 (Aries)

Blood type: AB

Height: 173 cm

Image color: #FF8746

Occupation: High school student (second year)

Personality: If Kei is the most extroverted male prisoner, then Riku is a close second. He's very friendly, outgoing and if anyone wants to talk about anything, he's always there to do just that and he's okay with both talking and simply listening. Also there's just something about him that just makes him impossible to hate, Riku even managed to convince Akio to become friends with him. No wonder he was the most popular boy in his school and he had so many fans and secret admirers. Even though Riku seems like the chill type, he's actually surprisingly rebellious, though some people can tell that from his appearance: they're sure he got in trouble multiple times because of him going to a school with a strict dress code and having a style like that. Riku is okay with doing anything if it means he won't have to deal with something he doesn't like/doesn't want to happen: after he was told that he can get voted guilty, he simply flirted with one of the guards and successfully made her want to vote him innocent even though she got a bad feeling after watching his MV. Overall, Riku seems like a very nice guy, but in a place like Milgram, his kindness only makes him look even more suspicious. Riku is also very insensitive and he doesn't take things like death and murder seriously and when one of the guards warned him about the punishment he can receive after being voted guilty, he stayed calm because he thought "it won't be that bad". He also often asks other prisoners about their crimes even if they find the topic uncomfortable and he can easily turn a conversation like that into a guessing game because for him Milgram is just that: a game.

MV info:

Which canon Milgram song he would cover: Backdraft. First of all, he was in a band, I JUST KNOW HIS COVER WOULD SOUND SO GOOD and also.. Riku is actually kinda Fuuta-coded.

Which DECO*27 song he would cover: Ghost Rule BECAUSE IF WE'RE NOT GETTING A GHOST RULE COVER FROM ES MY SON WILL DO IT HIMSELF also i think it would sound nice

If he could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: .. It was so hard to find a "spoiler-free" song for him 😭😭 Like I KNOW what songs would be perfect for him, but. I think it's too early to give him something like that, so let's go with Nh-Uh-Uh by SLAVE.V-V-R for now because 1) him getting this song is really funny because Riku is a pretty loud guy and this song obviously needs a more "whispery" voice except for that one part and 2) the lyrics actually have his vibe.

His MV description:

His MV would have lots of warm colors, like yellow, orange and red, but some moments would have much darker and colder colors, like gray, black and dark green.

His MV starts with Riku and his friends preparing for a school concert and it looks like someone is taking photos of them and Riku doesn't mind, he's actually enjoying the attention. It looks like Riku is very popular: he has a lot of friends, he's the band leader and many girls want to talk to him, even though they're too shy to do that.

The concert finally starts and Riku is performing with his band. Everyone is having fun, including the band, and the chorus ends with Riku saying something like "Let me see you jump" and jumping himself, but right as he does that, he notices a white-haired boy in the crowd staring at him and showing no emotions at all. Riku looks shocked and he ends up falling, his friends look concerned and they try to help him get up. Riku continues singing, even though now he looks scared and he doesn't want to be there. After the concert, Riku is crying and his friends are trying to calm him down.

The scene suddenly changes and now we can see that white-haired boy crying in Riku's arms and even though Riku is hugging him and smiling at him, his eyes look empty and you can tell that he's not being sincere. Now Riku is sitting alone in his room and the colors are mostly gray and black. He's reading texts from his friends and we can't see most of them, but one of them makes Riku drop his phone: "Hey, but he really is talented, don't you think?" He is panicking and it's getting hard for him to breathe and he doesn't pay any attention to his phone's broken screen. He quickly grabs his guitar and the chorus starts playing again, but now Riku is singing alone in his room, without his friends, and he's still crying. He jumps in the end, just like he did that last time and he suddenly falls from his bed. It looks painful, but for some reason.. Riku starts smiling and his eyes are sparkling.

The colors are even warmer than before now and we can see Riku putting a note in somebody's locker and smiling, but something about his smile just.. doesn't feel right and it looks really creepy. Now we can see the school rooftop and Riku is standing there, waiting for someone and watching the sunset. He turns around and his smile is even wider now, it looks like that person he's been waiting for is finally here. The lyrics say that now Riku can finally tell that someone about his "true feelings".

Riku and his band are having a concert on the school rooftop, but something about all of this feels wrong. Riku's smile still doesn't look like the one he had in the beginning, his friends look just as insane as him and we can't see the person he was supposed to meet with. We can't see the audience either- oh, we're the audience actually. Hey, why is he getting so close. Hey, wasn't he supposed to do that jumping part again-

He repeats the "Let me see you jump" line, but now he's no longer smiling and he looks like he hates us. He gets close enough to the camera to push us.

Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Hiiii!~ My name is Kuroki Riku! You've probably heard about me, I'm kinda famous online, haha. Hey, do you want an autograph? Anyway, nice to meet you- You want to know more about my crime? Well, I wouldn't call it that.. I did everyone a favor by getting rid of that person, actually."

"Hey, dude.. I know, life can be hard, but can you just.. stop venting to me all the time? Like, I would love to help you, but I'm not your therapist, you know? Come on, just calm down.. hey, I told you to stop.. JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!"

Trivia:

Murder is his only crime and he had only one victim.

He doesn't take Milgram seriously and thinks that a "guilty verdict" doesn't even exist. So yes, he thinks he'll be voted innocent.

He is very good at singing and playing the guitar and he had an interest in music since childhood. And as he mentions in his voicelines, he's very popular online and he often posts rock covers and original songs. He also wants to understand how MVs work and he would love to hear a song that the guards heard while watching his video.

Riku is a lot like younger version of Kei, if you think about it, however, Kei's reputation is much worse and he doesn't even try to act like a good person, meanwhile Riku at least appears to be someone who's very kind and his reputation is much better.

Riku always proudly says that he's friends with all the prisoners, but it's hard to say if he actually likes spending time with them or he's just being polite. You can often see him with Aimi, but if you pay attention, you'll notice that he actually looks bored and he doesn't enjoy talking to her that much. He's definitely close with Akio though and they get along really well even though their personalities are so different. It looks like Akio enjoys the attention he gets from Riku a lot and Riku is only glad to have someone he can be so affectionate with. Both of them are also surprisingly protective of each other. But Akio most likely has a soft spot for Riku simply because Riku looks a lot like his "most loyal follower". Akio and Riku also share a lot of similarities, like being popular boys, refusing to admit that they did something bad and having moments in their MVs that imply that these boys are more insecure than you would think.

The boy from Riku's MV actually didn't have any feelings for him or anything like that. He definitely was obsessed with him but not in that way.

I just think it's neat how the last male prisoner's name has a kanji that means "rising sun" meanwhile Riku's name has a kanji that means "evening". I also think it's cool because Asahi is like.. someone you would expect to have a more cute personality, but he's actually one of the most rude prisoners here, meanwhile Riku is supposed to have a more intimidating vibe because of his style but his personality isn't that bad.. but also, when you start learning more about them, you realize that Asahi is still a scared child and Riku is more cruel than you thought he is.

#oh this guy definitely has seth and vance vibes #fun fact. i had no idea what to do with his skin actually.#like i wanted to give him freckles then i almost gave him tattoos #and then i was like “wait he wouldn't be allowed to have like. real tattoos” so yeah. moles again #(also i just didn't want him to look too much like seth)#me holding akio and riku: oh. oh their dynamic is so cute but so fucked up. oh no #milgram #milgram oc #linagram

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24. Baking therapy on a Budget ft.Genshin Characters: Yoimiya- Spritz Cookies

Hello, every birdie. Today I am so excited about both the character and the cookies that I made. First, let's talk about the character.

Meet Yoimiya (YoY-Mee-Ahh) she is a pyro Character from Inazuma. She and her dad run a fireworks shop downtown. She is a happy-go-lucky character. It is hard to All of the other Inazuman characters have talked about her, and there is not one person who doesn’t like her spunky personality.

Her favorite food is snack foods. She says that she likes any type of snack food over entrees. When I saw this, I knew what recipe I would use. I had researched this particular recipe SOOO many times. Because the first time I attempted it, it was a bust. I cried and thought I had wasted $20 when I bought my Wilton Cookie Press. However, I am happy to tell you that I did not waste my money. I successfully made Spritz Cookies for the first time.

If you don’t have a cookie press at home, you can also grab a pipping bag and a pipping tip. And pipe them like you would buttercream.

Because I have a Wilton Cookie Press, I went to Wilton’s “Classic Buttery Spritz Cookies.” The recipe and measurements will be in the description down below.

What you will need is:

Flour

Baking powder

Unsalted butter (I used margarine + shortening)

Sugar

Egg

Milk

Almond extract (if you have it)

Vanilla extract

This recipe is easiest in a stand mixer or with an electric mixer. It can be done by hand, but it will take a lot longer. I personally used my Hamilton Beach Stand Mixer.

You want to combine your flour and baking powder together.

In the bowl attached to your mixer, you want to add your butter and sugar. And mix until light and fluffy. This takes about 3-5 minutes.

Add in the egg, milk, vanilla extract, and the almond extract.

Slowly add the flour mixture to the butter mixture, while your mixer is on low.

DO NOT CHILL.

Fill your cookie press or your pipping bag with your cookie dough. You will know if you have done it right if it is not very sticky and not wet. The first time that I did this I know that I didn’t make sure that the butter and sugar were light and fluffy.

Place in your desired disks. Press the cookies onto an UNGREASED cookie sheet. Also, it helps if the cookies are slightly cold. So place them in the freezer for a little bit.

Bake the cookies for 10-12 minutes or until the edges are light golden brown. I know, 10 minutes seems like a long time, but trust me these cookies would not have been done in the normal 8 minutes.

Cool them on the cookie sheet for at least 2 minutes, before placing them on the cooling rack.

I am so proud of these cookies. I knew that I needed time away from the cookie press before trying it again. And I am so happy that I did. I just felt deflated when I tried it the first time. Because I spent some of my birthday money on it, and it didn’t work. But I gave it another shot, and it worked.

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out for yourselves. See you in the next recipe. Thank you.

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ikeepwatchinghelicopters · 2 years

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(Inspired by the comic about Illya waking up Napoleon with a hammer and @heytheredeann's tag about 'you can sleep when you're dead'): How about a 5+1 fic with 5 times Illya woke up Napoleon earlier than Napoleon wanted (or maybe didn't let Napoleon sleep) and 1 time Napoleon got to sleep in. The +1 time is, at least in my head, definitely about them having a lazy morning, because they have a day off, and dozing and cuddling in bed. The 5 times have some crack potential with Illya employing increasingly ridiculous methods to get Napoleon out of bed early when they are on a mission, because Napoleon absolutely hates getting up early. But it also definitely has whump potential. Like, they are on the run from bad guys and Napoleon is hurt and totally exhausted and probably lost lots of blood, so when they take a small break he immediately dozes off and Illya then has to wake him, so they can keep running. Or maybe Illya waking Napoleon up from a nightmare. But it totally also has domestic fluff potential. Like, they've successfully completed a mission, but their transport is arranged for the morning, so they get a free evening. They probably drink a bit to celebrate, but mostly they are just chilling together. At some point, Napoleon falls asleep on the sofa and Illya doesn't want him to suffer neck pain in the morning, so he nudges him awake, so that Napoleon can go and sleep in a proper bed (look, I know Illya could carry him and tuck him in like he did with Gaby, and I love the idea, but for this fic to work, he has to wake him up; so, let's just say Illya sprained his shoulder during the mission and that's why he cannot carry the sleeping Cowboy).

Also, for maximum emotional damage, the +1 time could theoretically be a major character death situation, where Napoleon is so badly hurt, there is absolutely zero chance he'd survive long enough for help to come (let's just say it's a mission gone wrong). So, Illya's holding him and trying to be strong, but there's nothing he can really do. Napoleon's eyes keep closing and he complains that he's tired, so instead of yelling at him to stay awake and stay alive, Illya tells him it's okay to sleep and holds him and Napoleon dies.

Oh, btw, here's the link to the post (hope I did it correctly, because I'm still very new to trying to make links on tumblr work):

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artbyerry · 7 months

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Oh I don’t think I posted this here? Let me present some Ice breathing OC’s because they will become important eventually lol (I’ll put the descriptions under the cut)

The Yasuyama family

Koji - Is the head of the current main family. His background is a bit of a mystery, his adoptive father found him in the woods as an infant an early winter morning and was seemingly placed there during the night. Not affected by the cold, it was concluded that he must have somehow been born with the ability to use the ice breathing technique and it was early in decided that he would be taken up in the main family. He did however grow up fairly normal, in a loving adopted family as the only child. He has a condition (albinism) that doesn’t affect him very much, due to healing abilities, more than he can’t really be out in the sun for long. He’s a very skilled healer and doctor, and is the first one who managed to successfully invent and use the last ice breathing technique (“Resurrection”), with the help of his daughter Hizuki. He has a very calm and caring personality, but is also very sarcastic and playful and at least as a kid he would quite often ended up in fights over it. Even though he’s a healer, he’s also a pretty skilled fighter, although inexperienced. Has a habit of shake someone’s hand as a greeting, and then immediately tell them what is ailing them and what remedies would help, which some might find annoying. He’s a close childhood friend of Shinjuro, as the story will tell.

Rin - The oldest daughter of the previous main family and married to Koji. She’s caring and smart, and often helps Koji with analyses, researches and paperwork, and also does some work as a healer. Over that, she’s the head of the household and has mad chancla skills (mostly used at Stupid Men (™) and not the children as much). She’s quite short tempered and is not always that fond of the jokes made by others in the family and by close friends, but loves them very much nonetheless.

Ryoma - The oldest sibling in the family, probably a whole 5 minutes older than his twin sister. Has more the looks of his mother, and a bit more of her temperament too but perhaps a bit less short tempered. He’s quite calm, serious and a hard worker, and wants everything to be done the correct way. Usually ends up in fights with his twin. He often, in vain, holds the fact that he’s the oldest over her head.

Hizuki - Despite being from the family that is the epitome of “chill”, this kid has absolutely no chill, which causes some worries in her family. She is often seen running around, or dancing with the wind as people in the village will say, and generally has a hard time staying still. She doesn’t seem to understand social etiquette either, or simply doesn’t care about it. She is helpful and friendly though, just a bit high spirited. Gets the work done and can be serious when it calls for it. She has exceptional skills in the ice breathing technique and healing, and is often with her father, either helping or training. Ever since she was a little kid, she liked to spend her free time hanging out in the forest leading up to their village, spooking unknowing travellers. This has caused a great rise in the reports of “Yuki Onna” appearances in the area. Shinjuro nicknames her “Yukinko” after the fact, since he’s the one who has to deal with the reports (since the village belongs to the Flame Hashiras patrol route). In looks she’s very like her father and they share the same quirky smile.

Towa - The second daughter, born quite shortly after her older siblings (just about a year younger than them). She’s the perfect golden child of the family. Beautiful, calm, behaving, quite skilled in the arts. Likes helping people. Not really causing any kind of worries from her family. Does get along well with her siblings, except from the normal sibling quarrels. Looks quite a lot like her mother but with distinct white streaks in her hair.

Yukito (not in the image) - The youngest kid of the family and quite a late comer, being born about 9-10 years after his oldest siblings. He’s a happy and quite spiritual child, and shares most of the looks from his father. Is being very babied by his siblings.

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Ice breathing

Named after the place they’re from (Yasuyama = peaceful mountains) The Yasuyama family is the head family of the ice breathing technique, a technique that is used for healing instead of fighting (although it can be reversed, but it’s definitely not recommended since it takes a mental toll from the user and in a fight with a demon it would just cause an inconvenience for the opponent anyway). They stopped being a part of the corps a long time ago, since they wanted their abilities to be accessible to the general population). However, although they are unwilling to teach ice breathing to anyone that would use it in battle, they share their research and general healing techniques with the corps. They have a “hidden” village which hosts a resort for healing and rehabilitation, high up in the mountains. This falls traditionally under the Flame Hashiras patrol, and the family shares some long forgotten history with the Rengoku family. Therefore, even though other corps members are discouraged to visit the village so it won’t draw too much attention to it, the Rengoku family has a standing invitation.

Even though the last technique is called “Resurrection”, it’s not as powerful as it sounds. It works more like a defibrillator than raising people from the dead, and has yet only been preformed by Koji and Hizuki, together. It costs a lot of energy to preform and it would most likely be too much for only one person to manage. The other techniques are mostly based on healing various injuries, poisons , and some sicknesses, and is certainly not as speedy or powerful as a demon’s healing, but it is helpful. The second to last form is “Revive” which works for stabilizing someone’s condition or wake them up from a coma. The techniques are preformed by the use of pressure points. And even though the Yasuyama family is not a part of the corps anymore, the head of the family is still given a nichirin sword out of tradition. It’s coming for people in the village to practice katas to help with concentration.

#demon slayer #demon slayer oc #kimestu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kny #my art #errys art

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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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Puffy Little Peach

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I’m OBSESSED with this concept…like to say it’s hot would be a complete understatement!! There’s also no real plot to this one...just some hot shit with Harry and Y/n😋😌So I hope it doesn’t suck ass and you guys actually like it…enjoy🙃

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“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, now completely stopped in his tracks, focusing in on the sight in front of him. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head, his mouth was on the verge of spilling over from how hard he was beginning to salivate, and his cock was rapidly swelling in his pants. Why was Harry like this? Well, there were many layers and reasons as to why Harry was going into sensory overload right now. But the short and sweet answer to that question, the common ground for all of said reasons, would be you.

But here’s the not so short and sweet answer...

For starters, you were just minding your own business and relaxing in bed. You’d taken care of everything that required your attention for the day and you were just taking some time to relax, and do absolutely nothing. You were all nice and comfy in the soft and plushy sweatshirt and sweatpants set you’d gotten a couple weeks ago and had fallen head over heels in love with, and you were cuddled up with one of Harry’s pillows. Since he was taking care of something’s himself, the pillow was the best thing you were going to get for the time being. Now while you were just lying in bed and embracing all comfy and cozy of it all, you were mindlessly scrolling and clicking through your phone, you watched a little tv at some point, and you even got a little nap in. You were very much so relaxed and not doing a single thing the way you intended. That is, until Harry finished up with everything he had to take care of before coming upstairs to find you.

And once he did...your stint of doing absolutely nothing came to an end. Well, sort of.

When he first stepped foot into the room, you didn’t even realize that he’d come in. Not only was your back turned away from bed door, but you also had the volume on your phone turned up a bit so you couldn’t exactly hear him either. But when you felt the end of the bed dip, you immediately turned your attention in that direction to spot Harry’s newfound presence in the room. You don’t hesitate to drop your phone and take your earbuds out, and Harry doesn’t hesitate to bypass crawling up the bed and lying next to you, and go straight to crawling up the bed and on top of you. Like he wastes absolutely no time at all.

And at first it was all cute and sweet. Harry was on top of you, sponging little kisses on your lips and all over your face and neck while he lightly tickled at your sides. You couldn’t stop laughing and squirming below him, trying to wriggle out of his grip as he continued to kiss and tickle you. Harry loved giving you all the attention in the world and just making you laugh, so he didn’t intend on stopping for a good little while. Whenever he let up on the tickles and stuck to just kissing you, you thought that you were in the clear. But he’d pick right back up and start tickling you again, leaving you to fall right back into a fit of laughter beneath him. Eventually, after a series of “my stomach hurts” and little tears streaming down your face from laughing so hard, Harry finally let up.

The two of you then proceeded to talk about your days and all, ever once in a while stopping, mid sentence by the way, to kiss each other. These stops were often initiated by Harry and would last a couple minuets if he was able to successfully wrap you up in and just melt you into the kiss. And about 99.999% of the time, he was in fact successful. You just couldn’t help but melt into them. They were so soft, yet firm if that made any type of sense. Like while he gingerly moved his lips against yours, he still managed to reaffirm his control over the kiss. Not to mention the way he held you the entire time. Whether you two were talking or kissing, he always had his free hand cupped around the side of your waist underneath your sweatshirt. He’d either just hold you there, or he’d squeeze you a little, or smooth his hand across your soft stomach, occasionally dipping his fingertips just below the waistband of your sweats.

Now given the fact that Harry was in fact himself, the cute and fluffy little atmosphere surrounding you two was quickly (but not too quickly) scrapped and turned into a full on hot and heavy one. You were no longer pushing back the curls that fell in his face when he lifted his head back up from your neck or from kissing you. Instead, you were pushing your fingers up into the curls that were at the nape of his neck as he pushed his lower half against yours. You welcomed the feeling of Harry’s tongue gliding against yours and exploring your mouth. You two were swallowing each others moans as you kissed, barely parting from each others lips to catch your breaths.

“Y’just so pretty.” He’d softly moan against your lips every once in a while before continuing to kiss you. And as he did this, his hand that was once sitting at your waist, began to wander up your shirt. As he does this, he discovers that you’re not wearing a bra, meaning that your supple breasts were bare and able to be played with immediately.

And for Harry, immediately, meant immediately. Harry was quick to cup the soft flesh in his hand, causing you to let out a string of moans into his mouth. Feeling his large hands around you all of a sudden caused a shiver to run up your spine and goosebumps to spread across your body. Along with kneading at your ample breasts, Harry also brought his forefinger and thumb to your now pebbled nipples to pinch and roll them around a little. That sensation alone sent even more chills and goosebumps across your body, and it caused your panties to dampen even more. After giving all of his attention to only half of your chest, Harry adjusts himself on top of you in a way that would allow him to play with both of them at the same time. Unfortunately though, he wouldn’t be able to lick into your mouth the way he was before. Which prompted you to let out a little whimper at the loss of his lips against yours. But you weren’t too upset with that since Harry definitely made up for it in the way he played with you afterwards.

After simply toying with your other breast in the same way he did the first, Harry brought his mouth into play. He got rid of your sweatshirt that was already pushed up as high as possible to expose your chest, leaving your upper portion entirely bare. He then proceeds to lay between your legs, and wrap one of his hands around one of your breasts before taking the other into his mouth. If you two weren’t in that much of a rush or a rush at all, Harry always took the time to mouth at your chest. He was absolutely obsessed with stuffing his mouth with your supple breasts and just sucking on them. He also loved sucking on your pert nipples. He loved to suck on them and even lightly bite down onto them if he wanted to make you moan even louder. Which speaking of moans, you and Harry’s moans never stopped. Harry’s were quite muffled due to the fact that his mouth was full at the moment and yours were the exact opposite. They were filling the room and beautifully ringing into Harry’s ears. Following the same pattern as before, once he’s done mouthing at one side, he moves to the other. Again, the two of you continuously moaning, you from the sensation, and Harry from the sheer enjoyment of it all.

Once he’s all done with your chest and is ready to move on to the lower part of you, Harry begins to kiss down your body. Instead of starting at your chest, he comes back up to your lips to sponge a few kisses onto your lips and to lick into your mouth a little before leaving a trail of wet kisses down your throat, and to each of your nipples, taking a moment to suck on them a little. He then leaves a kiss on the area between your breasts before continuing on his journey down your body. He leaves a ton of kisses along your midsection, taking the time to appreciate your body.

To say that Harry was obsessed with your body would be a bit of an understatement. Harry loved every single inch of your body. If it was on you, Harry loved it. He wished you just walked around the house naked so that he could see all of you all the time. Harry would literally die for you and your curves. He was absolutely in love with your rounded figure and if he was given the platform to express how much he loved your figure, he was going to make sure he did it. Whether it be by means of constantly touching or squeezing you, whispering into your ear about how amazing you looked and how bad he wanted you, bringing one of your hands to the front of his pants so that you could feel just how hard he was from just staring at your body, or just worshiping your body like he was kind of doing now. Along with his kisses, Harry sang your praises and just gushed all over you, he would even bite at the flesh of your stomach a little. Your body was just so soft and it was like he became a puddle whenever he touched you. And a bit of a horny teenage boy.

When he reaches the waistband of your sweats, Harry quickly sits himself on his calves between your legs so that he can “properly” pull your pants down.

“Wanna unveil your lower half baby.” He explains, hooking his fingers into both sides of the waistband of your sweats.

“Whatever you say Harry.” You chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes at how serious he was when it came to getting you naked. In response, Harry quickly pops the elastic against your skin before hooking his fingers back in. He then beings to ever so slowly pull your sweats down. He makes it about halfway down your thighs before he’s stopped in his tracks all together.

“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, completely taken aback by the sight in front of him. Not to say that he was upset with it or anything. In fact, Harry was mesmerized at the sight. Now along with your beautiful, perfectly rounded figure, you also had something just as beautiful and rounded going on between your legs. The area between your legs was absolutely amazing and perfect to Harry.

He loved to cup your fleshy mound in his hand at any given time. If you two weren’t cockwarming at night, he’d always have a hand in your panties holding your plushy cunt in the palm of his hand. Even if he’s driving, Harry would either be holding your hand or cupping your pussy because of how plushy and soft and plump you were. That’s why he loved when you wore dresses or skirts. Even though he didn’t mind undoing your pants if it meant getting to your cunt, he definitely preferred having easy access to you and being able to just hold you in his hand. Harry also loved it when you wore leggings. Like not only were your delectable curves on display, your puffy peach as Harry liked to call it was also on display. It didn’t matter if you wore panties or not, there would always be a defined outline of your pussy through the material. Along with the overall rounded shape of your mound, he was also able to see where your fleshy folds met. And it was even more defined when you decided to tease him and not wear panties when you joined him for a workout. At one point, Harry had to take your out to buy more leggings because he’d be so turned on that he’d tear a hole in the crotch area and just fuck you right then and there. Harry was never, nor did he ever want to, kick his obsession. It was just never going to happen.

“They were the only ones I had before doing laundry. Plus they’re not exactly uncomfortable.” You say, explaining why you had such a pretty and tiny thong on, breaking Harry right out of his perverted thoughts.

“I just wanna take a bite outta you.” Harry groans, completely disregarding your explanation (which he thought was actually adorable…like you actually felt the need to explain, to him of all people, why your pussy was bursting out of an itty bitty thong) and feeling his cock twitch in his pants. The thong wasn’t doing its job of covering you in the front at least, if anything, it was being swallowed up by your fleshy cunt. “Such a pretty little pair of panties.” Harry sighs, staring at how your amazingly delicious and juicy cunt as he loved to describe it, was practically bursting out of and engulfing the thong you had on. “Can you um- lets just get these off of you first.” Harry says, changing his direction to you and quickly helping you out of your sweats before tossing them somewhere behind him. He also pushes your legs further apart, only making the panties even more useless when it came to covering your cunt, and in turn, giving him an even better view. “Now I want you t’pull them up from here baby.” Harry instructs, reaching out to pull one of your hands that was lying on your stomach down to the top of your panties to show you from where he wanted you to pull. After he does this, you follow his direction, tugging your panties up a bit, causing them to move further up between your folds.

By now your lips were fully exposed on either side of the sting of fabric that was practically inside of you at this point. Upon seeing this, Harry couldn’t help but to reach down between your legs and pinch the two fleshy lips between his fore finger and thumb. You were so soft, plushy, and sticky between his fingers. And Harry couldn’t help but to play with you a bit. As he continued to squeeze you between his fingers, your mind was racing. On one hand you had Harry obsessing over you and just worshiping you, which never failed to make you all blushy. And then on the other hand, Harry was touching you and was completely entranced with your body, which made you incredibly needy for him. You were fighting with wanting to snap your legs shut from how exposed you were for him, and with wanting him to touch you even more. And on top of all that, you were fiercely tugging your lower lip between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back the little moans that were threatening to spill out from how much you enjoyed the way you were being touched. But you couldn’t help but to let out a little yelp and moan when Harry pushed one of his fingers in between your lips to pull the sizable portion of your panties that had been engulfed by your pussy back out and to the side.

After squeezing, poking, prodding, and obsessing over your pussy a bit more, Harry finally removes his hand from between your legs(and the other from his pants). He then glides his hands up your thighs, to which he gives a good squeeze because he just can’t help himself, and he brings his hands all the way up to your hips where the bands of your panties were resting. The sight of the elastic slightly digging into your soft and fleshy hips alone was enough to make Harry of wild. He hooks his fingers into the thin bands before pulling them down from your hips and off your body, leaving you completely bare and spread before him. He’s quick to toss the panties in the same direction as your pants from earlier, immediately bringing his focus back to you once the last piece of your clothing was completely out of the way.

“Have I told you how stunning you are?!” Harry randomly asks, taking a moment to take all of your now fully naked body in. Before making another move, Harry just had to sit back and look at you.

“I think you have at just about every moment you could possibly find.” You softly reply, fighting the intense urge to snatch up one of the pillows next to your head to cover your face.

“Well I’m just gonna say it again…” Harry begins, slowly lowering himself on top of you, bringing himself up a bit so that his face could hover over yours. As he momentarily lays himself on top of you, you could feel his very hard cock pressing right into where your lower stomach and the upper portion of your mound began. He was pressing right into where you were feeling the most pressure, and he was so close to where you needed him the most. “And again, and again, and until I can’t say it anymore.” He continues, bringing his face down to yours, and pushing himself into you a tad bit harder. “You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, looking you right in the eyes as he uttered every word. Harry then brings his mouth to yours, locking your lips in a kiss that was filled with passion, adoration, and lust.

As Harry kissed you, his tongue explored your mouth and his hands explored your body as if they’d never done it a thousand times before. You could feel his hands moving across your entire body. They started at your chest, fondling your supple and ample breasts again and rolling your pert nipples between his fingers. His hands then traveled down your sides, using his grip on you as leverage a bit to rut himself against you, receiving some of the mounting pressure in his cock. Harry pushes his hands further down your body and right between your legs. When he hears a muffled little whimper escape your mouth, Harry decides to tease you a bit and slowly glides his hand down your mound, wanting you to beg him a little. And that you did, whenever he’d stop his hand from going further, you’d immediately whine into his mouth and buck up into his hand, causing Harry to chuckle against your lips at how needy you were before continuing on. Eventually, after he’s had is fair share of teasing you, Harry brings his hand down to your folds and pushes two fingers in between. He drags them up and down, starting at the very top near your clit, and pushing them all they way down between your lips and to your entrance where he slightly nudges with his fingertips. As he does this, he focuses in on your entrance and your clit. Whenever he came back to your clit, he’d start circling your clit and the sensitive area right underneath it and would not let up. Like you’d be moaning up a storm and squirming underneath him and he’d still be working in your clit. Your sensitivity was already heightened after everything that went down before he even started toying with your clit, so to have him barely letting up on your incredibly sensitive button was a lot for you to handle.

But after a little while longer, Harry finally lets up on your pussy and brings his kisses down your body for the second time, only this time, he keeps his eyes trained on yours as he sponges wet open mouthed kisses along your body. When he makes it back down between your legs, there isn’t a second to spare before Harry begins mouthing at your cunt. He’d been dying to do this since he first pulled down your pants to discover your cunt bursting out of that thong of yours. Your cunt was already so plump and juicy against his fingers, it felt ten times as plump and juicy against his mouth. He was in heaven as he mouthed at your cunt. For the first couple of minuets, all he could do was suck on the fleshy lips of your pussy, loving how thick they were. He even went as far as to pinch them together between his fingers and just suck them into his mouth and lick in between them. Harry then pushes your legs up a bit before resting his forearms on your spread thighs (this also helps for when you try to snap them shut when it got to be too much) and brings his hands in to pull your fleshy cunt apart to really expose all of you to him. And in no time, his mouth is attached to your clit. One minute he was harshly sucking on your clit, and the next he was slowly sucking on you and lapping his tongue back and forth against your clit. As he sucks on your button, Harry couldn’t help but give in to his body; he starts to grind himself down into the bed, trying to relieve the intense throbbing in his cock. He was beyond turned on and he couldn’t help himself. He loved having your body on display and he loved being able to play around with and pleasure you. And then to see your delicious cunt bursting out of those so called panties?! He was definitely in need of a release. And so were you.

With all of he built up need and pressure and sensitivity, on top of the fact that Harry was practically moaning into your clit, it was nearly impossible for you to hold yourself from letting go. And because Harry had become an expert on your releases, he could sense this in the way your moons had turned to whimpers, you were fighting to close your thighs even more, and you hands were wound even tighter in his hair. To make you go even crazier, Harry let go of one of your lips and brought his now free hand down to your entrance where he began to push one of his fingers in and out of you. He then began to slobber and suck even harder on your clit, making it pretty much impossible to hold back any longer. And with that, Harry had you squirting all over his face and the bed. As you let go, Harry doesn’t let up on your clit or your entrance. He keeps fingering you and flicking his tongue back and forth on your button, and he keeps moving his finger in and out of your tight little entrance. Once your release had come to an end, you began thrashing against Harry, needing to take a little break before going any further. He can hear you whimpering that you can’t take anymore but he doesn’t let up. He was so close to his release and he couldn’t stop just yet. To help you out a bit, he eased up on your clit a bit and began to lick all of you and sucking on your lips again until he came. Not too long after you reached your climax, Harry began to feel his rumbling even louder in the pit of his stomach. Eventually becoming so loud he couldn’t ignore it, nor hold back anymore. His hips and mouth came to a halt, and he let completely let go.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Harry loudly groans, feeling his warm cum involuntarily spurting from the head of his cock and into his pants. He just couldn’t hold it anymore, you felt, looked, and tasted too good for him to hold himself off anymore. The fact that he didn’t cum already was an accomplishment in itself. Just hearing him moaning and cumming between your legs sent shockwaves to your clit and through your body.

Once he’s all done Harry stays between your legs and rests his head on one of your soft thighs, taking a moment to recover from his intense release, even though he was still very hard. After about ten or so minutes of just lying there and recovering from those earth shattering releases, Harry finally musters up enough energy to go again and take care of his cock once more.

“Wanna go again sweets?” Harry asks, breaking the silence as he reaches over to softly squeeze at your equally as soft thigh.

“Don’t think I can...that one was a lot.” You mumble tiredly. “I just got feeling in my legs again.” You continue on.

“I’ll do all the work baby.” Harry whines, trying to get you to cave. “Then I’ll let your pussy rest.” He offers.

“Okay fine...you better be glad I want you inside anyways.” You agree, making sure to give him a little attitude.

As soon as he hears you agree, Harry springs up from your thigh and immediately instructs you on how he wants you. He’s quick to help flip you onto your front, and help get a pillow up underneath your hips. And again, before going any further, Harry takes a moment to appreciate your body. This time, taking the time to gawk at your ass and your thighs. When it came to his favorite positions, Harry’s top position would be you lying on your front. Mainly because he can really pound into you from this angle, but also because he gets to watch your ass and thighs jiggle with every thrust. He loved watching the soft flesh move back and forth with his movements. Plus he loved being able to almost ride your from behind. And he also loved having to pull your ass apart to really see his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck Y/n, I can see your sweet and plump little peach from back here.” He groans. Harry would never get over the sight of your puffy little pussy between your fleshy thighs and ass. He couldn’t wait to fuck you and have all of his creamy and sticky cum pooling between your plump lips. The simple thought of that caused Harry’s cock to twitch, signaling to him that he needed to be inside of you immediately. Harry swiftly moves on top of your thighs, lifting himself up a bit to line himself up with your entrance, or at least what he could see from behind. He then nudges his cock past your outer lips to actually align himself with your entrance. When he does this, Harry could hear the sort of creamy sound of his cock pushing past all of your delicious flesh and juices to push inside of you. And then Harry finally begins to sink into your pussy, slowly filling you to the brim with his cock.

“So big!” You mewl, feeling the slight sting from his girthy shaft forcing your walls apart to fit. No matter how many times he’s pushed into you, this feeling would never change.

“Gotta have a big and thick cock for this thick, yet incredibly tiny pussy of yours.” Harry groans, pulling your ass apart to watch his cock disappear into you and feeling your narrow walls stretch to fit his cock.

Once he’s all the way inside of you, Harry is quick to tighten his grip on the flesh of your ass and begins to piston his hips into you from behind. Thrust after thrust he fucks his cock into you, making sure you feel every last inch and every last stroke inside of you. Both you and Harry were moaning uncontrollably, the both of you still very sensitive from your first releases. You were letting out a perfect mix of cries, moans, and whimpers, every once in a while muffling them by biting into the sheets below you. Unless you asked or begged for it, Harry wasn’t going to go easy on you. So you weren’t surprised with his rough, and very pleasurable thrusts. They felt so good that you were even becoming a bit lightheaded. This feeling only intensified when Harry laid down on top of you with his mouth right at your ear, whispering the filthiest things and growling into your ear. He was going on and on about how good your pussy was gripping his cock and how he couldn’t wait to make a mess of your insides with his second load cum. He also couldn’t help but to ramble on and on about how puffy your little peach was and how he absolutely loved playing with it. Harry felt like he was in cloud nine. He had his cock buried deep inside your pussy, you were falling apart on him, and he got to listen to your sweet moans, whimpers, and cries along with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs, and the wet sounds of his cock fucking your pussy.

Because he was so turned on and desperate to cum again, it wasn’t longer before Harry could feel his second release bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. His hips became a bit staggered as he continued to fuck his cock down into you. He could feel you tightening up around him too and since he wanted the two of you to cum together, Harry pushes a hand down between your body and the bed to squeeze at your fleshy upper mound before pushing it further down towards your clit.

“Y’cute little button is buried underneath all your meaty pussy baby.” Harry growls into your neck, quickly unearthing your clit and immediately circling it around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “Want you t’cum with me baby!” Harry grumbles into your ear as your whimpers intensify. “Can y’do that f’me sweets?” Harry coos, his tone completely juxtaposing the way he’s harshly rubbing at your clit and slamming his hips down into you.

“Mhm! Wanna cum with you!” You cry out to him, feeling the very familiar and overwhelming feeling that came along with your releases.

“You can do it baby, let go with me!” Harry pants, not being able to hold off any longer. He delivers two final thrusts into you before exploding inside of your warm cunt. And you’re not too far behind, cumming seconds after Harry. You end up squirting for the second time, completely letting go and ending up completely worn out. Harry too was completely worn out with this release milking him for everything he had. It didn’t help that your walls were contracting and quite literally milking his cock.

But Harry could care less, he’d end up doing just about anything when it came to your puffy little peach.

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voltfruits · 2 years

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i know i've touched on this in posts before, but i strongly believe that Aubrey was the first one to forgive Sunny and Basil after the good ending, and she wound up being the magnet that drew the whole group back together after the truth was revealed and their faith was shattered. i think everything about her narrative and her character points towards this. let's dig in.

First of all, as many people have already pointed out, Aubrey can sympathize with Sunny and Basil on a level that Hero and Kel can't. Sunny pushed Mari down the stairs in a fit of panic and rage... Basil mistook Sunny for his schizophrenia demon and stabbed out his eye in a fit of panic and rage... Aubrey shoved Basil into the lake and almost drowned him in a fit of panic and rage. The parallels are pretty clear.

Maybe a younger, angrier Aubrey would be a hypocrite and refuse to forgive Sunny and Basil for the same kind of behavior that her friends readily forgave her for... but by the end of the game, Aubrey has absolutely grown enough to understand that Basil and Sunny acted out of extreme desperation and pain, just as she did, and that they deserve to be treated with the same grace and patience that she received. Yes, she'd also be mad that they lied and hid the truth for years, but she can understand their cowardice. She, too, hid her true feelings for years, continuing to recklessly take her wrath out on her old friends even though she still cared about all of them deep down.

Now, she definitely wouldn't come to all these logical conclusions right away; she'd be furious at first, even violent. The image of Kel having to physically hold her back from Basil lives in my head rent free, for angst purposes. But in the weeks that follow, she would eventually go "Fuck it!! I feel worse than I've ever felt in my life, but this time I'm not letting the misery turn me mean! I'm gonna make it turn me kind!" Because that's really the lesson Aubrey learned at the end of the game; talk things out instead of letting your anger get the better of you.

This also makes sense for general narrative reasons, and for the sake of a more satisfying story. Aubrey is still in the middle of her character arc when the game ends, and I think she knows this, to a degree. Even though her friends already forgave her, she still feels that there's something she has to do to really deserve that forgiveness. You can see how depressed and nervous she seems even after she's rejoined the party! She doesn't feel like she's worthy of being there at all. She thinks she still has to do her part to fix the cracks in her childhood friend group. Kel was the one who encouraged Sunny to come outside, and Hero was the one who successfully calmed Aubrey down and brought her back around... so Aubrey resolves to be the one who makes peace with Sunny and Basil in the end, the one who makes them feel safe and welcomes them back into the group.

And it's complicated because Sunny and Basil have so much shit between each other that they need to settle. So much mistrust, so much trauma and misunderstanding. But once Aubrey befriends both of them, she starts giving them the support they need to talk to each other and feel comfortable again. She doesn't force them, or try to dominate their negotiations, but her mere presence is still important to them. It doesn't take long for Kel to come around and forgive them too (although he WOULD be very conflicted and confused and uncharacteristically angry for a while... the "Kel forgives immediately because he's just that chill and nice" headcanon can and should die), and eventually they drag Hero out of his misery as well, and he really helps the group feel like themselves again. It's a long, ugly process for all of them, but it works out in the end, and they become friends again... thanks to Kel's optimism, Hero's responsibility, Sunny's honesty, Basil's kindness, and Aubrey's overwhelming desire to support and protect her friends.

Don't forget that Sunny's headspace rendering of Aubrey was basically the embodiment of joy. Almost her entire skill set was centered around happiness. He sees her as a genuine ball of sunshine, a giver of pep-talks and lover of team spirit, and the real-life photo album confirms that he was right. How satisfying would it be to see Aubrey bounce back from the frustration and depression of her teens, regaining the happy and comforting demeanor of her youth while still retaining the maturity, grit, and wisdom she developed in her years apart from her friends? Pretty fucking satisfying.

I'll wrap this up by recalling that Aubrey initially became part of the friend group because Sunny, Mari, Hero, and Kel comforted her and took care of her after she lost her shoe on the street. Aubrey's story started with her new friends uniting around her to protect her... and her story ends with her reuniting her old friends so she can protect them. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#i hope omocat never confirms what happened postgame because i am married to this headcanon lol #omori #aubrey omori #omori headcanons #volt.txt #this post is a WHOLE ESSAY.. i hope u all like it as much as i like auby

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Lessons 1-5!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

So we obviously know that things would run a little differently with L!MC instead of a normal human MC, but just how differently do things go?

No Mammon, you are not allowed to babysit!

Unlike in canon, Mammon needs to be kept away from MC at the start. Why? He’s known this kid for less than a day, he’s gonna try and use them for scams.

Everyone else in the house? Well, they’re of... observing MC. This is a first, a half human kid just wandering around the house...

MC and Lucifer, despite their amicable meeting, were in this really awkward beginning stage where they didn’t really know what to do with each other.

“So...” MC resisted the urge to twiddle their thumbs as they followed their father through the halls of the House of Lamentation. This was their home for the next year. It was very grand... and also very creepy in some places. “Where’s my room?”

“Right here.” Lucifer stopped suddenly in front of a door in the hallway, nearly causing MC to crash into him. He opened up the door, the room was very very pink. “Asmodeus decorated, you can redecorate as you see fit.”

MC popped their head in and looked around, there were approximately a thousand pillows scattered around the bed. It was the perfect amount! The very pink colour scheme was... okay. Maybe they’d be able to switch some of it out for a nice blue.

“It’s nice! Thank you,” MC was about to say Lucifer, then father, then just shut their mouth. What were they supposed to call him? They had known each other for like... an hour. He seemed like the type to want to be called father, he was too posh to be ‘dad’ or ‘pops’, and calling their father by his first name seemed way too casual as well... Parental Figure..? Guardian? Sir..? Should they call him sir???

The fact that MC ended their sentence like they were going to continue it left the two in a very awkward silence. A+ job at conversation.

“Anyway,” Lucifer finally broke the silence. “If you need time to settle in, we can pick up the tour later.”

“N-no, it’s okay! I didn’t really bring anything so...” MC was in the middle of mentally cursing themselves out, they thought they had successfully avoided falling into the awkward middle schooler stereotype! “We can keep the tour going.”

“Alright then.” Lucifer turned and motioned for MC to follow. Wow... he was very... curt? Was that the right word to use? MC hoped this was as awkward for him as it was for them.

The next stop was the portrait staircase, Lucifer explained each one down to each minute detail, MC listened in rapt attention.

“We received that one from a painter from the sixth layer of the Devildom, it was quite a rare find.”

“How many layers are there?”

“Nine, we’re in the centre most layer. This is the most highly defended part of the Devildom.” Lucifer explained.

“Oh,” MC smiled. “Cool, so it’s like how Dante described it in the Divine Comedy?”

“Mostly, some changes have been made since that time.”

“Ah, okay.” MC nodded, a thought came to them which made them clear their throat to suppress a giggle. “May I ask a question that might bother you?”

Lucifer turned and raised an eyebrow at them. “You may ask one such question.”

“Why did Dante say you were frozen in an ice lake?”

Lucifer looked around, once he was sure that no one was listening, he turned back to MC, his voice was slightly lower when he answered. “I was ice skating with Lord Diavolo, I fell through the ice and into the lake right as Virgil and Dante arrived. Of course, Dante had to embellish or I’d smite him, if only he left out the ice part.”

To MC’s credit, they didn’t laugh, but they weren’t doing a very good job of hiding how hard it was to not burst into laughter. “Oh my... how upsetting...”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’d tell you not to tell anyone but,” his lips quirked up into a smile. “No one would believe you if you said anything anyway.”

MC gasped, but the gasp ended up releasing the laugh they were holding in.

The half demon noticed some of the other portraits on the wall, each of the brothers had a portrait, there were two demons that MC didn’t recognize. So that was their family... they wondered if their picture might be on that wall one day...

“Who’s he?” MC pointed at the portrait between Mammon’s and Satan’s.

“That’s Leviathan, the third eldest, the Avatar of Envy, and the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy.”

‘Oooo, so he’s a military guy!’ MC thought to themselves. ‘And the third most powerful brother? Wow... he must be crazy scary...’

“What about him?” MC pointed at the seventh and final portrait.

It may have just been MC’s imagination, but they swore they saw Lucifer’s expression sour slightly.

“That’s Belphegor, the youngest and the Avatar of Sloth.” Lucifer explained. “He is currently in the human world as an exchange student.”

“Oh,” MC studied the portraits a bit more. “Cool! I hope he’s having a good time up there.”

“As do I.” Lucifer replied. “Now we should move on to the Underground-”

“LUCIFER!” Asmodeus cried. “MAMMON’S BEING STUPID AGAIN!”

Lucifer sighed and dragged a gloved hand down his face. “We’ll continue this tour later, MC. Feel free to explore some more, try not to break anything.”

“Because the things might be cursed?”

“That and the things are old and expensive.”

MC spends the rest of the day chilling in the house with Asmo, who peppers MC with ALL the questions.

They does their best to answer... but it’s clear Asmo was hoping for something a little more interesting.

“So, do you run the human world?”

“No. No I do not.”

Finally, Mammon escapes whatever punishment Lucifer’s got him caught up in and tried to get MC involved in something that’ll probably make them lose their money.

Mini HC! A demon’s wings, tail, or horns might pop out randomly if they aren’t paying attention! The demon doesn’t even need to be in their true demonic form for this to happen. It happens more often with younger demons like MC!

Mammon stops his little scheme when he notices that MC’s wings have popped out and left a few stray feathers lying about... he can hear the CHA CHING sound already.

Our favourite dummy tried to Mission Impossible his way into MC’s room but MC caught him trying to make off with some loose feathers after they came back with a dustpan to clean them up.

Eventually, it was dinner time, and Levi was still camped out in his room. Mammon got sent to get him out, and he decided to drag MC along with him.

“I don’t think we should bother him-”

“Sh! We gotta get him out of his stupid room or he’s gonna stay in there until the exchange year’s over.” Mammon snapped, stopping in front of Leviathan’s door.

“I still don’t think we should-”

Mammon rudely interrupted poor, aghast MC by slamming his fists against the door. “LEVI! GET UP! DINNER’S READY!”

The only response was someone increasing the volume on whatever show was playing behind the door. Wow, petty. MC suppressed a snort until they realized exactly what they were hearing.

Was that...

“Is that the Sailor Moon theme?” MC turned to Mammon and asked. The moment the question left their lips the pair heard someone practically bolt to the door. It swung open and hit Mammon right in the face.

“MOTHER FUCKER-”

“You!”

Ah, so this was the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy. MC didn’t know that track pants and headphones were a part of the uniform.

“You like anime?!” Levi asked, MC slowly nodded.

“Y-yeah..?”

Quick as lightning, MC was pulled into the room, and Levi slammed the door shut, tragically, the door hit Mammon again.

“LEVI YOU ASS-”

Leviathan didn’t seem too interested in Mammon’s chorus of curse words and angry knocks, he was grabbing some figurines off shelves and showing some to MC.

“Do you know who this is?!”

“That’s White Blood Cell from Cells at Work. What about Mamm-”

“How about this!”

“Violet Evergarden from the show of the same name, now Levia-”

“Whose this?!”

“LEVIATHAN!” MC stomped their foot and pointed at the door. “Mammon said we need to go eat dinner.”

“Don’t interrupt me, human!” Levi hissed, MC rolled their eyes and snorted.

“Nice to meet you, by the way.” MC crossed their arms and let their wings appear and puff up behind them.

“...w-whu-WHAT?!”

“We have to go to-” MC was cut off yet again by Levi passing out. Wow... what a day...

Mammon was still pounding on the door, MC rolled their eyes and opened it.

“He passed out, can you carry him?”

Mammon was decidedly not careful with his dear little brother when he dragged him out of his room and into the dining room. When Levi finally woke up, he got an earful from Lucifer, and tried to kill Mammon.

Apparently money was owed that Mammon wasn’t about to pay.

So yeah, MC and Levi’s alliance did not stem from desperation, it stems from otaku-camaraderie.

MC and Levi planned their credit-card hostage situation over a fun evening of watching anime.

Mammon never knew what hit him...

“Okay Mammon, pay up or your credit card gets cut up.” MC playfully opened and closed the scissors before poising them to cut up the helpless credit card. Mammon let out a shriek and shook his head.

“NONONONONO- don’t do that!” Mammon put his hands up and let out a nervous laugh. “MC... wh-what’s with all the animosity..? We’re buddies, right?”

MC snorted and rolled their eyes. “Buddies don’t try and make money off each other’s feathers.”

“You heard them, Mammon.” Levi snickered. “Pay me back the money you owe me!”

“I don’t have the money right now!”

MC shook their head. “Pity... oh well, bye bye Goldie-”

“The money’s in my sock drawer- just please put the scissors down!”

They slowly lowered the scissors. “What do you think, Levi?”

“Hmmm... you have two minutes.” Levi said, Mammon took off in a sprint out of the kitchen.

“Nice job Agent L!” MC chirped, holding their hand out for a high five, Levi looked positively elated and gleefully hit his hand against MC’s.

“We did it! I’m finally going to have enough money to go to the live show! Couldn’t have done it without your help, Agent Near.”

“Wait- why am I Near?” MC asked. “You get to be L and I have to be Near?”

Levi crossed his arms and huffed. “Would you rather be Mellow?”

“No! I want to be Light! We agreed that I’d be Light!” MC hissed. Levi, literally hissed back.

Rude.

Anyway, Levi got paid, and everyone had a very entertaining breakfast. Well, Mammon didn’t have a very good time, but boo hoo he should have paid Levi back sooner.

I think MC felt legitimately bad for Mammon, all the insults and jabs being aimed at him made MC feel a little guilty...

MC took care to be extra sweet that day, and it made Mammon feel a bit better. You know what made both of them feel amazing?

Screwing with the dipshits that were talking crap about the two of them.

MC didn’t need super-hearing to notice that some of the demons at RAD found it to be peak comedy that Mammon got slapped with babysitting duty.

“...do you want to mess with them?”

“What?”

“Too late, I’m doing it with or without you.”

Mammon was totally in, obviously. A little magic to move some of the lesser demons’ things around and voila! They were all at each other’s throats and Mammon and MC got to enjoy a fun lunchtime show!

The Purgatory Hall crew got to meet MC too, of course!

“And this,” Lucifer gestured to MC. “Is the other human exchange student.”

MC popped up from behind one of the rows of desks and gave the three newcomers a toothy grin. “Nice to meet you!”

Simeon’s calm and serene expression dropped almost immediately as he quickly looked from Lucifer to MC. The latter just gave him an innocent smile and tilted their head.

“Is something the matter?” MC asked, through the corner of their eye they saw Lucifer smirk slightly.

“N...” Simeon snapped back to reality. “No, nothing’s the matter, it’s nice to meet you, MC.”

“You awful demons!” A much younger voice yapped. “You brought a human child down here?! Shame on you!”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I’m overwhelmed with guilt, put me out of my misery.”

“Oh!” MC gasped. “You’re the chihuahua!”

“Wh-what?!”

“What?” MC shook their head and shrugged. “What’s the matter with me being a kid? You look like you’re ten.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m well over-”

“Am I just going to go ignored?” The third and final stranger asked, a cheeky/very suspicious looking grin on his face.

“Right, you.” Lucifer sighed. “This is Solomon, another human exchange student.”

“It’s nice to finally meet the other... human exchange student.” Solomon offered a nod.

“Likewise.” MC pretended not to notice the pause before he said human.

The first bell that meant “haul your ass to next period because if the cleaning staff finds you skipping class you will be maimed” sounded. MC slung their bag over their shoulder and brushed past their fellow students.

“Have a nice rest of your day, everyone!” MC chirped as they and Lucifer headed off to their next class.

“What do you stand to gain by pretending you aren’t my child?” Lucifer asked.

MC snickered. “It’s funny! Didn’t you see their faces?”

Lucifer half smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps.”

—————

“That kid is Lucifer’s.” Solomon said the moment Lucifer and MC were out of earshot.

“Oh thank heavens someone else saw too... I thought I was going crazy...” Simeon sighed in relief.

“Hey! We’ll be late to class if you guys don’t hurry!” Luke called from down the hall.

Solomon chuckled under his breath. “This whole year just got way more interesting...”

A lot of MC’s time got devoted to getting to know their newly found family.

Satan was proving to be very... polite? Almost weirdly so? He’d address MC like he would address a formal acquaintance, not like one would address a family member... or even a roommate.

MC tried the delicate dance of trying to respect his boundaries and trying to get him to like them...

Once the glasses incident happened everything kinda caved. MC had been quite rudely shunned by Satan and they were quite done trying to be his friend! Hmph!

...hmph :(

At least Beel was nice... despite MC being a little intimidated by his size and resting bitch face, MC soon found out that Beel was a massive cinnamon roll.

In return for all the snacks Beel shared with MC, they introduced him to at least five human world cooking shows.

“MC, why is the music so dramatic? They’re just revealing the cooking supplies.”

“It’s a reality TV thing... everything is 10 times more dramatic than it needs to be. The music’s doing its job though, I’m very impressed by that pie dish.”

Overall, MC’s first week at RAD was pretty decent! Until... well... until Friday.

MC could only hide their demonic side for so long...

“That’s them?”

MC slowed their steps and turned to look for the source of the voice.

“Yep.” A second voice confirmed. “Human kid, like I said.”

Ugh... of all the times to have needed to stay late after school... the hallway MC was in was completely empty and they had no clue where anyone they actually knew was-

“Boo.”

MC whirled around to see the two gossiping demons standing right behind them. They instinctively took a few steps back before the taller of the two demons grabbed them by the wrist and yanked them forward.

“Geez, are all humans this tiny?” The taller one asked as he slowly lifted MC off the ground. MC fixed him with the nastiest glare possible, he tried to scowl back, but ended up looking away and laughing to the shorter demon. “Look at them, barely enough for a snack, no wonder Beel hasn’t eaten them yet.”

Turning to the shorter demon, MC gave them a similar glare. “Put me down.”

“Tsk, quiet.” The taller demon snapped, he turned back to the shorter demon. “So if we just nab them now, how much do you think someone’ll take for their soul?”

“I-uh...” the shorter demon couldn’t pry their gaze away from MC’s as they tried to sputter a response. “I don’t think we should...”

“Why not? The exchange program’s still in its trial phase anyway, we kill this human and they’ll just bring in another one.”

The way he was speaking about them made MC’s skin crawl. How dare he? How dare he talk about them like they were just common trash? Who did this... person think he was?

An old familiar feeling bubbled beneath the surface. It had always been there, the intense, sometimes overwhelming desire to let the whole world know that they were better. The feeling coiled its way up MC’s spine and wormed its way into their head where it settled.

“You can’t be spoken to like that.”

Every single time this feeling had flared up, MC had done their best to suppress it. They didn’t know what would happen if they gave in, and frankly, they didn’t want to know.

“Let them know you’re not to be trifled with.”

The burning desire to crush the two demons like ants was almost impossible to ignore. MC felt their hands twitch and sparks snap between their fingertips.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” MC growled. “Put. Me. Down.”

“Human,” the taller demon turned back and cooed, his mocking tone made MC want to rip his throat out. “I said be quiet.”

His grip on MC’s wrist tightened until a sickening crack echoed through the empty hallway.

Bile immediately rose in MC’s throat as they let out an earsplitting scream. Their wrist seared in pain and their heart began to race hammer against their ribcage.

The desire to give in only grew and became harder to control, MC could feel themselves slipping. The feeling only had one simple question to ask, one that MC knew the answer to.

“Are you going to let them get away with that?”

Their face morphed into a cheek splitting grin despite the pain, their head tilted to the left as they stared down the two demons.

“No.”

Horns twisted and burst out of their skull as they dug their rapidly sharpening nails into the demon’s arm. Their teeth grew and sharpened while formerly hidden fangs burst through their upper gums. The agonizing pain of their bones growing, snapping, and shifting in and out of place as their demonic form took hold for the first time numbed as MC revelled in their new power.

Through the reflection in the taller demon’s horrified stare, MC could see their pupils stretch into almost catlike slits. He dropped them onto the floor while he and the shorter demon backed up. MC’s impossibly wide smile only grew as they watched the realization dawn upon the lesser demon as he stitched together what he had just done. The human he had decided to bother wasn’t quite so human after all.

“Oh?” MC cooed as their wings split through their back and unfurled behind them. “Where do you think you two are going? We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

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Lucifer was jolted from his conversation by a sharp blast of blue light and the sound of screams from a nearby hallway. He instinctively rolled his eyes.

“Lord Diavolo, pardon me but I need to go deal with a disturbance in the halls.” Lucifer said, Diavolo sighed mournfully on the other end of the call.

“Alright, if you must, but make sure to come over later! There are events that need to be scheduled.”

Lucifer knew full well that Diavolo was making half of the school events up as an excuse for basic social interaction. Oh well, it wasn’t the time to think on his prince’s social woes, he had a problem to solve.

How many times did he have to tell some of those idiotic students to take their petty squabbles outside?

Lucifer made his way over to where the fight was happening, he wasn’t walking with particular urgency, a fight on school property wasn’t too unusual, until a massive shockwave spilled through the hallways and slammed into him.

The Avatar of Pride felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up, that was his magical signature... wasn’t it? No, it was just different enough...

“Dammit.” Lucifer doubled his pace, when he reached the end of the hallway, the sight was just what he feared.

MC stood straight in the middle of the hallway with their back to him, two other demons were lying in crumpled heaps on the ground, one was next to an incredibly dented row of lockers while the other was lying next to an almost completely broken drinking fountain.

Lucifer’s own true form was out in a flash as MC turned to look at him. their eyes glowing a shining blue. Their lips curled into a snarl as they let out an otherworldly growl.

“Go away.”

“MC, calm yourself down.” Lucifer said slowly as he approached them. “Return to your normal form.”

The half demon bowed their head slightly and took a few steps back as he stepped closer. Lucifer almost patted himself on the back for such a show of authority, until MC paused and looked up defiantly. The glow in their eyes doubled as any sense of fear left them completely.

“I said, GO AWAY!”

They lunged at him, which he easily sidestepped, only for MC to quickly turn and latch their claws into his arm.

The child packed a surprising amount of force into their strikes, but he was able to block and redirect almost every single one. If this were any normal fight, Lucifer would have just swatted them away and have been done with it, but this wasn’t any ordinary opponent.

MC was his child, the exchange student, and going through their first transformation. They weren’t exactly rational or directly responsible for any of their actions at that moment.

During a first transformation the demon is almost completely relying on base instincts to function, they’ll go completely ballistic for a while, trying to tear through anything in their way until they run out of energy and pass out. Which is why during a demon’s first transformation usually happened much earlier in their lives under the watchful eyes of parents or guardians.

It was clear to anyone with even casual knowledge of demons that MC had fully given themselves over to their pride and wouldn’t stop trying to prove their superiority until they passed out.

Even though Lucifer was blocking and avoiding most of the blows, MC had managed to get in a few good scratches.

They snapped at Lucifer’s right hand, narrowly missing it and aimed their elbow at his jaw. Almost casually batting the hit away, he hissed in frustration.

“Damn it... MC, control yourself!”

MC snarled and sloppily lunged forward, only for Lucifer to use his wings to bat them to the side. They slid across the floor, their glasses falling off and skidding away from them. MC lay still for a few moments, their chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lucifer stood in place, waiting for any sudden movement. For a few moments, the hallway was quiet, save for the massive gulps of air MC was taking and the occasional groan of pain from one of the demons on the floor. MC slowly sat up and blinked a few times, then looked from side to side.

Something important dawned on Lucifer, he didn’t know just how blind MC was without their glasses.

MC’s rapid breathing began to slow as they continued to squint and search the area around them for their glasses. Lucifer almost audibly sighed in relief as the blue glow in his child’s eyes began to dull.

“MC.” Lucifer allowed his demon form to disappear as he slowly moved towards them, making sure MC could hear him approaching.

The half demon stopped scanning the area for their glasses and looked up at him, they awkwardly covered a yawn with their hand as their wings sleepily fluttered behind them. It would have been much cuter if MC wasn’t spattered with blood.

Lucifer slowly offered his hand, which MC eyed suspiciously. “Come on, let’s go.”

MC blinked a few times, then yawned again and awkwardly accepted his hand. “Mmph... m’tired...”

“That’s good,” Lucifer said quietly. “Everything’s okay.”

MC half nodded and awkwardly stumbled as they tried to find their footing. Lucifer tried to help steady them, but it proved ineffective as MC collapsed into his arms. Sighing, he picked them up and began to walk back to the House of Lamentation.

Just before leaving the school, Lucifer passed by Simeon and Solomon, who looked from MC, who had curled their wings around themselves and was sleeping soundly, to Lucifer, who had a few scratch marks on his face and whose hair was a complete mess.

“Ah, you two, one of you do me a favour.” Lucifer said as he brushed past them. “One of you go to the biology hallway and pick up MC’s glasses.”

Simeon and Solomon nodded and mumbled out an affirmation as Lucifer left the school with MC. Hmph, it seemed MC was right, their confused/shocked faces were quite funny.

MC woke up the next morning with the worst muscle pain they had ever and hopefully would ever feel. On the bright side, their wrist wasn’t broken anymore :D

They had literally built their true form. Their skeleton just stretched and rearranged itself, horns grew out from their cranium, their wings broke through their back and a new set of fangs decided to break through their gums... and then all of that new stuff was gone as MC lay in bed in their normal form like a deflated beach ball.

Not wanting to seem like a wimp, MC dragged themselves to breakfast, and everyone was all: “MC, go back to bed, you can’t do anything when you’re like this.”

“Quiet, I’m fine.”

“MC, if you’re fine, then give Beel a high five, make sure it makes the slap sound.”

“Alright then, Beel, come here.”

Beel didn’t exactly think to take MC’s shorter stature into account when holding up his hand for a high five. He’s tall, okay?

MC then proceeded to grit their teeth and try not to scream as they lifted their arm to weakly hit their hand against Beel’s.

“It made the noise..!”

“No it didn’t, I didn’t hear it.”

“Fatherrrr!”

“Couldn’t hear it, go back upstairs.”

When MC trudged upstairs, Asmo practically squealed and pointed out that MC had called Lucifer father for the first time. It’s a shame no one took a picture of happy/surprised Lucifer.

Side note: after the whole event calmed down, Lucifer was crazy proud that his kid kicked the asses of two grown demons.

Funnily enough, this incident is what kickstarted MC and Luke’s friendship! Luke heard MC got into a fight and brought over get-well cookies! Sure... Beel, Mammon and Levi stole most of the cookies but they were still good!

At school on Monday... hooooooo boy... the two demons that tried to kill MC had lived to tell the tale thanks to MC getting distracted by Lucifer, and now the entire student body knew NOT to fuck with MC.

A few weeks into the exchange year, things had settled into a somewhat normal routine... until one really shitty night in particular.

MC was curled up in bed, their new comforter and sheets were a pain to put in, but they suited MC’s taste much better than the pink that had been there previously. Sighing in contentment, MC felt themselves drifting off to sleep-

Mother fucker who was texting at the ungodly hour of 10:30 pm on a Sunday? ‘Twas the lord’s day and the lord of the house stated that everyone needed to get their asses to bed at a reasonable hour.

MC picked up their phone and put on their glasses. After being blinded by the light of the phone for a brief moment, MC read the text.

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags 💰🕶: Oi! MC! U want a snack?

Not-Rich Uncle Pennybags💰🕶: I’m in the kitchen! Get down here!

After debating whether or not to throw Mammon to the wolves and rat him out, MC decided that they did in fact want a snack and hopped out of bed to go to the kitchen.

“Hey kiddo!” Mammon said through a mouthful of something in a container, a loose note hung limply from a piece of tape that was stuck on the Tupperware. “Next time, hurry it up, got it? Ya can’t keep me waitin’ like this!”

“Mm...” MC grumbled, rubbing their eyes and looking around the kitchen. “What are you eating?”

“Custard!” Mammon smiled brightly. “Ya gotta try this!”

Oooo, custard! MC grabbed a spoon and practically skipped over to try some. Right before they were about to try a bit of the heavenly deliciousness, MC paused and finally caught a glimpse of what the note said.

‘Property of Beelzebub, you eat it, you die.’

Uh oh-

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Okay, the next few bits of this WILL come out in order, I promise! Kinda... not really... eh... but it matters not! I hope you all enjoyed this! I didn’t leave you with a cliffhanger this time considering Lessons 5-6 are already out ^_^

So uh- wanna fight the demons that tried to hurt MC? I’m bringing the pitchforks, who’s driving?

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laceymorganwrites · 3 years

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my favorite OP characters at the Victoria Punk cafe + some general hcs I have

A/N: obviously this is inspired by the wonderful AU @pirate-shrimpi created!

Barto:

is there way too often

he loves hanging out with friends there

and he found so many too!

everyone´s so nice and welcoming

him and Kid sometimes help out people who don´t feel confident enough to wear makeup outside

they take makeup and the clothes they wanna wear with them when they come to the cafe

and then they do a mini fashion show there cause it´s safe and everyone supports them

Law:

thinks he´s too cool for it and yet he´s there almost every day

enjoys the music a lot more than he is ready to admit

Kid always teases him about it

´come on, man, it´s no big deal, I can give you an autograph´

´please just shut up...´

his entertainment is being forced to listen to other people talk, he doesn´t want to pry cause that´s creepy but he usually comes alone and then just sits there and listens to the conversations around him

also he doesn´t know why but the coffee in the cafe is way too good

Yamato:

that one band kid everyone loves

on nights where he plays with his band the cafe is full

he plays the drums

Yamato always tells all his friends, neighbors and whoever he meets on the streets to come to the show and because he has got such charisma a lot of people actually end up coming

and they always come back cause he makes it so much fun

he always talks to everyone after the show as well, he´s just really chill with that

Kiku:

the waitress that´s way too cute

Kiku always loved cafes and wanted to work in one but she always got denied because she didn´t fit into the aesthetic

so the Victoria Punk is the first one she´s actually hired

she is a hard worker and always has a smile on her face

she is always rushing around so that nobody has to wait and for some reason nothing has ever broken with her, all the glasses and plates are still in tact

Kid always wonders how she does it since he knocks them over a lot

Katakuri:

another cook

he feels more comfortable and confident in the kitchen

he mostly specializes in sweets

Killer and Zoro always anticipate his new creations

Katakuri successfully made both Zoro and Kid sweet tooths

Killer always wants a recipe from him but he doesn´t use one

Killer is still convinced that it´s magic

Zoro:

always hangs out with Killer there

doesn´t distract him from work though

Zoro is the first to try anything new that Killer comes up with, be that drinks or food

it´s a win - win, he gets free stuff and Killer gets honest critique

also bonus points since Zoro gets a lot of new costumers without even knowing it

he´s handsome so people see him and just wanna be near him, he doesn´t mind cause he doesn´t even notice it

he is known to get people home safe after the cafe closes though

Shanks:

his car breaks down way too many times and he´s team: drive it til it´s dead

Kid gets a freaking yelling attack every time he comes to the workshop

´how can you treat your baby like that?!´

´it´s just a car, dude, it does its job´

´you´re heartless, man...just heartless´

they bicker a lot about repairing and fixing methods

Shanks is very bad at diy, especially in tech stuff

Kid is so done, he studied this for years, he got a degree, he has been working on those things all his life

he needs all the breaks after Shanks is gone again

General hcs:

I feel like Kid would host a talent show of some sorts every now and then

the cafe is always looking for new acts to perform anyway

as for the clientel I think that it´s a youth hotspot, a lot of students go there, a bunch of college students too, young adults, but also the typical rock fan

it´s like a family, it evolved into a meeting point to hang out more than anything

and everyone is so nice to each other, they welcome new people and everyone kinda knows each other and talks about everything and nothing, exchanging advice and stories

they do great seasonal stuff too and themed things

they decorate, do themed food and even shows

one time Shanks joked around like: you should make a calendar and Kid took that personally and now they use the personell to advertise

it´s like: yk what, we´re hot, why tf should we hide it?

a lot of young people come up to Kid and ask him how he got so confident and he´s so soft and kind with them

it´s so weird to Killer and the other workers cause they know he´s not really confident, that it´s all show, that he´d never admit that and normally wouldn´t bother with it

but he sees himself in them, he would have loved someone to come to for advice when he was younger

he wants to prevent his upcoming with them and wants to show them that they´ll always have a place to belong at the cafe

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k3lynn · 3 years

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mine — katsuki bakugou

yandere! katsuki bakugou x reader

cw: yandere au, 3rd year bakugou, violence, reader got female genitalia, anger, off-“screen” murder, mention of (minor) character death, blood, lucidness, possessiveness, degradation, manipulation, stalking, threats, masturbation, implication of sex, swearing, assault, narcissism, horror, slightly delusional katsuki, panic attack, non con, mention of suicide

- I do not condone any of the behavior here, nor do I try to romanticize it. (definition: make it seem like a good thing) any future/current dark fics are purely for entertainment purposes. Also, I don’t think bakugou would EVER do this- I’m just using some dark traits he used to have and twisting them to fit this situation. Not completely proof read and edited, I am exhausted right now I’m sorry. I say some mean things about some characters but I don’t mean it 💗

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𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 // 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Look at me.

WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT ME.

Poor little Y/N. You’ve caught the Big Bad Wolf’s attention. Ready to snatch you up and drag you into the deepest parts of the forest where no one will ever find you.

You’ll be all mine, and I’ll be the only thing you’ll ever have to see again.

You’ve been in the same class for 3 years now- and all he had to show for it is an occasional wave, and a shy little “Hi Bakugou” every morning that made his heart leap out of his chest.

Enough for most, but not for him.

In turn, he would tsk. Facing away and setting his head down on the desk- attempting to hide the roaring blush adorning his cheeks and the subtle shuffling in his pants- the way your voice alone could make his balls tighten in need.

Still- you give him merely a glance. He is always around you, but your attention is given to someone else.

Any extra would overlook his grumbling for typical-Katsuki doing his own thing. In reality, he’s holding himself back from snapping and taking you by force.

He wants you to come to him.

You have no reason not to. He’s perfect. Probably the best student to ever enter U.A. High, and on path to become the best pro hero to ever graduate from it.

Coming first in both the Entrance Exams AND the sports festival- a victory he still denies, holding some of the highest grades in class- 3rd only to some geek girl he could easily out-rank in combat and that shitty half n’ half. Even perceptiveness, intellect, and determination that can rival dumb Deku.

He even possesses great skills in cooking and music- Katsuki is a natural-born genius. Anybody who isn’t conscious towards his incredible talents might as well be living under a rock-

Unbeknownst to you, he’s giving you the generous chance to decide when you’ll be his. But his patience wears thinner every day.

It would have only taken a second to turn around in your seat and notice his piercing red eyes glaring at the back of your head.

So why don’t you notice me.

He doesn’t understand why it’s you he obsesses about. He can’t even remember when this whole mess started.

He tried denying his feelings. But quickly- they built up and festered inside him, begging to come out. Love, possessiveness, same thing.

Whether it be watching your twist and turn in the obstacle course- then running to the nearest bathroom to furiously grip his cock.

Snatching your chapstick when you’re not looking and rubbing it all around his own lips- imagining that’s what your lips would taste like if you just kissed him-

Restraining you during combat training by wrapping his arms around you- squeezing your breast a little more than necessary. Pinning you to the floor until you admit defeat.

Or even sneaking into your dorm while you’re in the shower to grab a new pair of panties from your dirty laundry, adding it to the stash he keeps hidden under his bed.

Stalking you. Keeping you close at all times without you even knowing it.

Indeed, he knows he’s a sick and twisted human being.

But by now he hardly cares- he’s worked too hard to ever even imagine of changing his perfect target. Nobody is more deserving of you than him.

So if he has to confront, threaten, and beat every single person in this stupid school to monopolize you for himself- he gladly will. Anyone who goes againts that is challenging him.

He scoffs anytime a boy approaches you- it’s well known around school that anyone who attempts to buddy up with you mysteriously ends up in a hospital room with no recollection of what happened. People even started seeing you as a sign of bad luck.

He’s nice enough to allow you some friends though. But only ones who will guarantee you’ll be around him as much as possible.

So you sit with him, Kirishima, racoon eyes, dunce face, and tape boy in lunch. No one else. Right in front of him.

You’re chatting away with Mina, but unusually, something special came up in conversation.

He always stays focused on his lunch- switching between listening in and day dreaming about bending you over the lunch table and grinding on your ass-

Katsuki’s stomach dropped. His eyes widened- what did Mina just say?

There’s a boy in the management department, a quirkless 2nd year nobody smart enough to somehow get into U.A.

And he asked you out on a date after school.

Shit.

No.

No no no no-

No- this isn’t how it’s supposed to-

My throat burns.

When did he- when did you-

You’re going to say no, right?

I cant breathe.

You don’t like anyone- I know this

I know everything about you- I-

My chest hurts-

You’re mine.

And if he thinks I’ll share then I’ll-

“Mina stop being so loud please...” your delicate little voice whispered.

The rest of the table already took notice of what was going on- bombarding you with questions that made you flustered.

“Woah woah- Y/n, what’s your answer?” dunce face peeps out, Bakugou swore he could smack that grin off his face right then and there.

Katsuki turns to look at you again- a chill traveling down his spine once he made eye contact, but your stare quickly fell to the floor.

“I’m not sure yet- probably not.. ha.” You shrugged- a light pink dusting over your cheeks. The others, satisfied, dismiss the topic.

Had it have been anybody else observing, they wouldn’t have thought much of it. But Katsuki knows you like the back of his hand. Successfully deceiving him would be harder than taking down All For One.

You’re lying... aren’t you? In front of him too- All because of this quirkless fucking loser-

Katsuki hates lies.

I’m going to kill him.

The walk back to your dorm was disappointing to say the least. But you can’t expect someone to be in the best of moods when they’ve been stood up.

You almost couldn’t believe it either- he had seemed so kind and genuine that you stood there for an extra 2 hours. But that’s your luck with boys-

‘I hope you got a good laugh out of it, jerk.’ You huffed before inserting the key into your rooms lock.

Turning on the lights, you allow your eyes to adjust for a moment before stepping inside and walking to your desk.

“You were waiting for that jackass for so long I almost started thinking you would never come back...”

You let out a startled cry before dropping your keys and whirling around in a flash- recognizing Katsuki’s back as he slowly closes the door.

“Bakugou? Why are you-“

“was he really that special.”

“What do you mean was....“ It’s then you noticed the blood dripping down his arms and hands- your door decorated with the same shade of crimson.

“oh my god.. Bakugou,”

That’s why the poor boy never showed up.

You knew about Katsuki’s “little” crush on you for a while now. His stares weren’t exactly the most subtle after all-

You found his uncertainty adorable, heck, a part of you was waiting for him to confess. But you would have never imagined his infatuation went this far.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. He’ll never love you as much as I do.”

He lifts his head, and your eyes meet his. Bloodshot- as if he’d been crying, but the evident smirk on his face showed nothing but pure malice.

“Not that he’ll ever get the chance to anyways”

He’s too fast, too close to the door, he has all the advantage in this situation. But you have to try. You have to leave this room at this very moment or you may never make it out alive. There’s no reasoning with him.

You clutch your heart. He steps forward, and you instinctively bolt to the door.

A few easy moves and he has you pinned by the neck on the ground, legs bent and used to hold your arms from jerking too much. His free hand is outstretched, creating small explosions that made you automatically stiffen your movement.

“Bakugou please- I won’t ever tell anyone, we can forget about this and I’ll pretend it neve-“

“I don’t need you to be quiet. I’m the boy who rejected a direct offer from the League of Villains, one of the best students in U.A. high- even if you do rat me out, they’ll never believe you...”

His grip on your neck tightened- nails cutting through skin and little droplets of blood start showing up. His hand starts heating up and a panic courses through your veins.

“I’ll kill you before they even begin to suspect me.”

Choked sobs escape your lips from the pain and fear surging through your body- “I- I thought you said you lo-loved me.”

“I do... that’s why you’ll be mine forever.”

He leaned down, low enough for you to feel his warm breath- then used his tongue to sadistically lick off the tears running down your cheek, a salty but satisfying flavor entering his mouth.

“In this life, and the next. It’s up to you when we see the later.”

You nod, hoping he relaxes the pressure on your neck. His face softens, something you swore you would never see in Bakugou. He releases his hold.

“You made me mess up your neck, next time don’t be so mean.”

He tilted your chin up, observing the scratches and bruises littered all around it. As soon as he determines there’s no serious injury, he picks you up to lay you on your bed. Climbing in next to you and wrapping an arm around your hips.

“Couples cuddle like this all the time don’t they.”

You gave him silence, although he didn’t mind. With one glare he had you shuffling to move closer to his chest.

“they also kiss.”

You know that right now, there’s no point in fighting. So you give in to what he wants in hopes that one day, you’ll break free from the hold he secretly had on you for so long. You’ll play along. You’ll survive.

You shudder as his hands reach to cradle your cheek, wiping the blood of the boy all over it. He loved it. It proved he won. He gave a light kiss to your lips before attacking your neck, set on putting a new type of bruise on you.

“You should start calling me Katsuki.”

“Ka- Katsuki.” You barely managed to whimper out.

He caresses your hair, cooing soft whispers into your ear in an attempt to calm your sniffling. An action you would have seen as sweet if it weren’t for the constant threat of death over your shoulder.

Your breath hitches in horror as you feel his warm hands trail down your body, gripping your smooth inner thigh before delicately starting to drag his fingers up.

“You know...

You silently beg for him to stop.

“There’s one more thing couples do.”

-if anyone is interested- should I make a part 2? (Future edit, I’m not satisfied with this, I might end up rewriting in the future)

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