You are sprawled across the couch with your feet draped in Bucky’s lap as the two of you look for something to watch. He’s taking sips of his coffee as he absentmindedly draws patterns on your bare legs with his free hand. You nudge his stomach with your foot and he beams at you.
“Barnes, what on God’s green earth are you drinking?” Sam questions as he enters the room.
Bucky’s head whips toward the sound of Sam’s voice. A blush dusts his scruffy cheeks as he glances back down at the cup in his hand. “It’s- uh- it’s a coffee? We went for a walk and stopped at Starbucks.”
“Dude, you’re drinking essentially a cavity in a cup. Is there even any coffee in that thing? It’s all whipped cream.”
“It tastes like fall time,” Bucky murmurs.
“It’s barely September!”
You turn towards Sam and narrow your eyes at him. “They make him happy, that’s all that matters, Sammy.”
He raises his hands and backs out of the room. “Enjoy your cup of sugar, please don’t have sex on the couch.”
You take a pillow from behind you and nail him in the face as he retreats. “You good, baby?”
Bucky pulls you into his lap and presses a kiss to your lips. “I’ve never been better.”
Three days later FRIDAY sends you security footage of Sam with his own Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino and Bucky doesn’t let him live it down.
A/N: I’m FBAWTFT trash and Newt Scamander is the purest soul I’ve ever seen beside Credence.
The first time you meet Newt Scamander is in your First Year in Hodwarts just before you were sorted into a house. You’re nervous and when he notices it, he walks over to you and tells you not to be afraid of the Sorting Hat. He tells you that he will be proud of you when you walk up the stairs to be sorted into a house.
After you get sorted into your house, you smile brightly at him and he smiles back.
A few days later you find out his name and that he is in his Third Year and was sorted into Hufflepuff.
Ever since then he’s one of your best friends (even if he belongs to a different house).
After you graduate Newt picks you up and takes you with him to travel the world to find the most beautiful beasts you’ve ever seen.
You love listening to his stories and facts about the beasts he hides inside his case.
Newt’s very passionate about his research and you’re the only one who is allowed to come into his case.
Most of his beasts accept you as their friend.
You love playing with and caring for his little friends.
While your parents don’t think it’s a good idea to travel around the world with Newt because it gets dangerous, they still think he’s a good man. Newt would protect you at all costs.
Lots of running.
You both love books and you love reading together, cuddling with each other on the bed or couch.
You both practicing magic together.
Him being interessted in your hobbys.
Him trying everything out you like.
When you’re sick Newt takes care of you until you feel better. The same goes the other way around.
One day, after a tiring chase, he kisses you and you kiss him back, burrying your fingers in his fluffy hair while his shaky hands are placed on your hips.
Him apologizing for kissing you and you slapping his shoulder lightly, telling him it was okay and that you liked the kiss very much.
Him blushing a little bit.
Your relationship is pure and innocent. Most of the time you share chaste kisses, hold hands, make stupid jokes, play pranks, talk and cuddle.
You’re the one who takes the first steps.
You straddle him on the couch and kiss him passionately after he told you how beautiful and clever you are.
Heavy make out sessions happen more often.
You get more comfortable and start touching each other ‘above the belt’.
(You even try to make him touch your boobs, sometimes even under your shirt.)
Him telling you he’s still a virgin and you rolling your eyes, telling him you knew it all along because you two were constantly together beside the time between his and your graduation.
Him knowing if you’re a virgin or not.
The first time he eats you out/sucks you off is weird because he doesn’t know how to do it correctly, so you tell him.
Newt’s embarassed and you both start laughing.
His first blowjob ends up with him struggling to keep still.
He gags you accidently with his cock and apologizes for hours after that.
Your first time happens a few days after he tells you he’s in love in you.
You’re both clumsy, but take your time.
Much laughter.
And moans.
And tender, soft kissing.
You both are very eager to pleasure each other with your fingers and mouth.
You going with Newt to New York and meeting Jacob, Tina and Queenie, your new friends.
You trying to make Jacob ask Queenie if she wants to go on a date.
You trying to help Credence but it’s too late.
Taking away Jacob’s memories doesn’t make it better.
With nothing but a broken mp3 player, 18¢, a “fun-sized” bag of M&Ms, and a wallet full of gift cards that may or may not be expired, describe how you saved humanity from extinction.
You put your earphones on while making your way to the highest building of the town. You knew you would find him here. You raised your head: black clouds were already forming in the sky, lightning flashing here and there, thunder making the ground shake occasionally.
In your ears, your broken mp3 player was playing the same song over and over. You had never been able to repair the damn thing – at least you liked the song. You couldn’t increase or lower the volume, so you could still hear the thunder as well as the people screaming and running around you, the sirens roaring in the distance, the howl of the wind; but all still quite faint under the music.
You sighed, ran your free hand into your hair (the other was holding your ‘fun-sized’ bag of M&Ms). Humanity was going to end soon.
You reached the building. The doors had been torn apart, surely in one of his access of rage, and you slipped in easily, walking carefully through the destroyed halls up to the elevators.
“He better not have wrecked them too,” you grumbled. That building was high as fuck. You didn’t want to take the stairs.
After two fails and a lot of cursing, you finally found a functioning elevator, which took you to the rooftop. You palmed the pockets of your jeans during the ride, pinched your lips. You thought you had taken your phone, but no, that was your gift-card wallet. Most of those which may or may not be expired. You had absolutely no idea, because you tended to forget you had gift-cards way too easily.
That was a shame, there were some interesting stuff in there. You promised yourself to use them if humanity wasn’t extinct tonight.
At last, the rooftop. You stepped out of the elevator, yelping a little when the strength of the wind nearly knocked you off your feet. Recovering your balance after a bit of struggle, you squinted your eyes and caught sight of him at the edge of the roof. In front of him, the entire city lay, completely at his mercy, covered already by the dark clouds he had summoned, which would unleash their rage when he would be done charging energy. And it would just be the beginning – nothing compared to what was expecting humanity the second after the storm would have started his work of destruction.
You didn’t know what he had planned after the storm. He liked surprises. You kinda betted on a flood, but you weren’t too sure.
The wind made each step complicated, and it took you five minutes to reach him, despite doing your best. You were a little scared to be thrown off the roof, but hey, you weren’t going to crawl up to him either.
You gently tapped on his shoulder.
“Hey.”
He turned around slowly, having already noticed your presence (and he had done nothing to help you? Asshole), and looked at you with those eyes you had never gotten used to: old, so very old, filled with ancient power gathered throughout millenaries, haunted and tired and pulling you in like a void.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
You dug into your pocket, swore a few times while searching, then proudly handed him your 18¢. He took them with a raise of eyebrow.
“I owed you 18¢ for that coffee the other day, remember?” you smiled enthusiastically. “I didn’t have enough coins. You gave me some.”
“It’s only 18¢.”
“I always pay my debts. How dare you underestimate me.”
Finally, he cracked up a smile. “You say ‘the other day’, but that might be a bit more than that. It was three years ago. The first day we met.”
“Yeah, took me a while to get exactly 18¢. Damn, I use coins a lot.”
He laughed, the millenaries-old eyes taking a slightly fond light, then turned back to the city and his work of destruction. You stepped beside him, handed him an earpiece. By habit, he took it absent-mindedly and put it on, watching the dark sky with a certain nostalgia while listening to the song that had been playing over and over on that damn broken mp3 player.
“You have M&Ms,” he then said.
“I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed them sooner, for a god. It should be a must, you know. M&Ms noticing skills. The world would be a better place.”
He snickered. “The world… it can’t be worse anyway.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s what this-” – you designated the brooding sky – “-is about.”
“The world is rotten. You know it too. Humanity is broken.”
His shoulders slumped, his composed mask falling down. You reached out to him, held his hand. He held back tightly.
“I’ve been here for millenniums. I’ve tried to help them for so long. But humans… have always been too broken, from the start. Genocides, wars, murders, stealing, rapes, poverty, corruption, cruelty, erasure, intolerance, extremism, oppression, discrimination, atrocities, ruins, tears, blood, pain…” He didn’t finish, because the list would be endless. You didn’t look at him, but you knew his eyes were filled with sorrow, and his voice was raspy. “I’ve seen it all. It was there from the start. It has never stopped. Has even been worse, sometimes. There would be so much to do, to fix the world as it is now.”
“Yeah.” There was really nothing else you could say. “I know.”
“Humanity cannot be saved.”
“I know.”
“That’s why I have to destroy it. If there is no humanity… there are no humans to cause harm.”
“True.”
There was a long silence, during which you both listened to the music on repeat, holding each other’s hand, looking at the city which was soon going to be reduced to nothing.
“But it’s not right,” you declared. “Humans cause harm, and others get hurt. Are you going to also destroy those who deserve to live a better life? Those who have been hurt? Those who suffer? Those who haven’t even gotten the chance to know good things? Wouldn’t it be unfair?”
“Yes,” he replied sadly. “But it would be for the greater good. Humans… humans are just hopeless.”
“I’m also human.”
You turned your head towards him. He was looking at you, expression bitter.
“You’re different.”
“No, I’m not. I grew up in this world too. I am not the worst human, but not the best either.”
“You’re not rotten,” he hissed, maybe a bit too aggressive.
You didn’t back off. “If humanity is born rotten, then yes, I am.”
You confronted his ancient stare with the same quiet and patient determination which had carried your steps here. In the end, he sighed, and averted his eyes while letting go of your hand.
“Yes,” he said tiredly, “you are.”
You smiled, opened the bag of M&Ms, put it between you two. He took one.
“But if everyone was like you, it would make things easier.”
“Come on. I’m already giving you troubles. It would be a mess. Everyone would forget their gift-cards.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you found more.”
You beamed, and took out your gift-card wallet out of your pocket, opening it to show him what you had. He glanced at it, and ate another M&Ms to hide his little smile. It seemed to you the wind was weaker, now.
“There are always more,” you winked.
“I bet most of them are expired.”
“But not all.”
You grinned happily, while he shook his head; but he wasn’t even bothering to hide his smile, now, though it was a somehow sad one.
“Humanity is like a wallet full of gift-cards which may or may not be expired,” you said. “Most of them are probably useless by now, but some of them are not. And just for those, you keep the entire wallet.”
“… you’re too positive.”
You saw the distress in his eyes, the despair, the ages-old tiredness – and it all made you want to take him in your arms and never let him go. But you didn’t.
Not yet.
“It’s like 18¢: it’s almost nothing, but it’s still something, and it still has some worth. It’s like a fun-sized M&Ms bag: small, and there will be some you don’t like, and some you do, and it gives you a smile. It’s like a broken mp3 player: damaged, but still working somehow. Broken, but not beyond repair.”
The first tear rolled down his cheek. You followed it with your eyes, followed how it traced the line of his jaw before being taken away by the wind. He turned his face away. You didn’t lose your smile.
“Your infamous bad metaphors,” he croaked out.
“Those are comparisons. And they are good.”
He shook his head lightly, not to lose the earpiece, then turned back to you, unable to stop weeping.
“And what if I don’t destroy this world? What then? What happens tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, one more person will be able to smile. One more person will be able to take a step towards healing. One more person will be able to be happy, and make other people happy. One more person will have the courage to accept themselves. One more person will accept others for what they are. One more person will live beautiful things. One more person will learn their lesson and become a better person. One more person will be kind.”
You couldn’t help the enthusiasm in your voice. There were many things he could answer, but he didn’t – maybe because he already knew it would be useless, against you.
“Those people make me so happy. Them, and all the others who make me believe in this world no matter how rotten it might be. They’re giving me courage.” You looked at the city in front of you, made a wide arm gesture towards it. “Look! There are so many people here, and some of them have struggled so hard to get up this morning, but they did it, and they’re still doing their best to find happiness! Don’t you feel proud? Also–”
You didn’t finish.
He wrapped his arms around you, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and cried, shattered and exhausted, while the wind around you slowly calmed down.
You leaned your cheek against the top of his head, held his arm.
“I want to go home,” he whispered. “Your home. Where it’s safe.”
“Sure. Let’s look up which of those gift-cards we can still use online tonight, ‘kay? My treat. You get whatever you want. And I still have some M&Ms at home, don’t worry. We’ll also be able to listen to something else than that song. Well, if you want. I mean, it’s a good song. I like it.”
He laughed between two sobs, holding you even tighter. He didn’t answer. It sounded like he couldn’t, like he was crying too much to formulate words for now.
It started raining; but the sky had cleared, and the wind was a breeze, and the thunder and lightning had faded away with his will to end the world. You welcomed the rain happily.
“It’s okay,” you said. It really was. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I’ll be there. You’re making me so proud too.”
“How can you have… so much faith?” he asked, voice strangled.
You smiled.
“People can surprise you in a good way, if you give them the chance.”
As you were walking down the street with your friends they spotted a certain blonde god. They pulled you with them as they ran down the sidewalk. They left you by the one and only god of mischief, Loki. As they pulled Thor in for a picture you glared at them. “Why aren’t you gawking at my brother? Most Midgardians do.” You didn’t take your eyes off your friends who were now having a conversation with the before mentioned god of thunder.
“Eh, he’s not my type.”, Loki was surprised when you actually answered him. Most either feared him or ignored him. He was glad that he found one person who didn’t entirely fear him. “Then what is your type?”
“A tall guy, long dark hair down to their collarbone. He puts on this tough act but deep down he is the kindest person to you. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind in any situation.” Loki was taken back by your answer. There was a comfortable silence between you two. “Do you wanna grab a coffee, Loki?”
“I’d love to.” As you started walking a familiar voice echoed behind you. “Brother, where are you going.”
HI LISTEN RIGHT I LOVE NEMURI SO FUCKING MUCH G O D I HAVE TWO OTHER REQS FOR HER RIGHT NOW AND IM SO EXCITED!!!! AM BIG LOVE!!! FOR BIG WIFE!!! also im assuming you mean hcs regarding dating Nemuri!! if im wrong, please let me know!
KAYAMA NEMURI/ MIDNIGHT:
– Really into PDA but that’s a given
– She likes holding hands and giving kisses
– Sure there’s some vaguely lewd things she likes to do with you in public for PDA but she doesn’t do it as much anymore
– VERY aware of your comfort levels constantly
– Likes surprising you with little gifts she think’s youd like/remind her of you!
– Calls you “my darling” r e l i g i o u s l y
– Sometimes acts really idiotic to get your attention when she feels like you’re giving someone else alot of attention
– Veerryy doting
– Kind of like a mother sometimes, to be honest
– Often stares at you with the most love struck look on her face
– Brags about you to EVERYONE she meets
– She could be dealing with a villain and she’d still run her mouth about how much she loves you
Infinity War would have been far better if instead of it being Thanos collecting all the stones it’s Korg.
Stark: “We will defeat you.”
Korg: “hey hey hey man, I just wanna earn enough to move my mum out of her boyfriend (who I hate)’s house and to keep the peace in the universe! I know I’m made of rock but there’s no need to be scared of me, unless you’re made of scissors! haha just a Little Rock paper scissors joke for you there.”
Rogers:
Banner:
Romanoff:
Barton:
Thor *pissing himself laughing*: IT GETS ME EVERY TIME HE MAKES THAT STUPID JOKE.
Stark: “We’ve made a mistake. Get this woke king his fucking jewellery.”
(´∀｀)♡ I love Yoosung, so yes! (And thank you so much!!)
You and Yoosung had very different schedules. Often when the two of you could finally see each other, both of you were incredibly exhausted. Him from studying and LOLOL, and you from bouts of working while dealing with homework.
But the two of you were determined to make this work. School alone shouldn’t stand between the two of you, right? And more often than not the two of you got to see each other on lunch breaks.
Today, however, Yoosung couldn’t keep his eyes open. He crammed last minute for a test, opting to wake up early rather than to stop playing LOLOL the night before, and the product of that was him yawning constantly while trying to pay attention to every word you said.
Which…Kind of resulted in him cutely mumbling about things you said five minutes ago, mixed in with random words.
“Work wasn’t too bad yesterday. I had a customer who gave me a tip! Enough to buy an extra box of cereal. People are starting to be nicer to cashiers, lately!”
“Mmm, good, good.”
“Yoosung, are you sure you don’t need to rest-”
“Penguins like cereal, right mc?”
Alright, that was it. He was already leaning on your shoulder, eyes closed. He’s obviously in that weird, half asleep state. That one you had been in when you shamed yourself in your sociology class that one time…
Ignoring your past embarrassments, you slowly eased Yoosung off your shoulder, trying your best not to make him flop onto the bed. He did wake up a bit, trying to mumble a half-hearted argument that he could stay awake, but you pushed his shoulder down and hushed him.
“Yoosung, you really need to get your sleep, okay? I’ll be here.”
He frowned as you pulled the covers over him, lightly grasping your hand.
“But it’s MC and me’s day.”
Ahh, your cheeks reddened. He still had his eyes closed, but he wasn’t fully asleep yet. A cute frown and stubborn look on his face as he sleepily searched for your other hand.
You slipped your fingers with his, giving his hands a little squeeze.
“But I’ll be fine. It’ll still be our day when you wake up, okay? You need to rest.”
“But MC is so pretty…Zen will take her if I don’t wake up.”
Oh my god. You wanted to keep this going as much as you could. You quickly switched to sit on your knees, folding your arms on the bed and resting your head on them.
“Will he, now?”
“Mhmmm,” Yoosung shifted, hugging the pillow closer to his chest. “I gotta…Save her.”
Save you from Zen, oh my god. The only saving you needed was being saved from his unrelentless posting of selfies.
“What are you going to do when you save her, Yoosung?”
“I”m gonna…Give her big kiss.” He squeezed he pillow tightly, snuggling his face into it. “Give her all kisses.”
“Just kisses?”
“Perv.”
You covered your mouth, trying to contain your giggles. But, enough was enough. You tucked in the mumbling Yoosung, catching a few “So pretty,”’s as you did so.
This is so adorable?!?! My exes mom actually did this to me so I can easily envision this happening to these sweet boys!
Shinsou
– He would feel really uncomfortable about it at first
– Shinsou wouldn’t know how to approach the situation in the slightest and would just awkwardly grip the back of his head and half-smile
– His s/o would be mortified and would try anything to get their mom to stop!
– Their efforts would be in vain and mommy dearest would continue to rave about how Shinsou treated her little baby amazing and how they’re going to have the cutest little babies
– Eventually, Shinsou would simply use his quirk, in the nicest and calmest way possible, to get them to stop
– This happens every time he goes over, and his s/o actually dreads anytime Shinsou runs into their mom
Todoroki
– Poor guy doesn’t know how to take all of the compliments
– He stands in the doorway with his usual blank stare as he takes the positive beratement of compliments
-Torodoki is actually speechless at the forwardness of his s/o’s mother and how open she is about her love
– She rambles on and on about how Todoroki is the best guy for her baby and continuously asks if they’ll get married in the future
– Luckily, his s/o saves the day and drags him to another room
– At least he’s save for a little bit
Midoriya
– A literal puddle of joy at the compliments
– His cheeks are bright red the entire time, but he adorns the happiest little smile!
– Midoriya is the sweetest child around in his s/o’s mother’s eyes and he is the absolute perfect match to wed their sweet baby
– His s/o is so embarrassed by the situation, but Midoriya doesn’t mind one bit
– He lowkey enjoys the attention, and it makes loving his s/o all that much better. Being accepted is so important to him
Izuku’s camera roll begins with blurry, admittedly awkward pictures of Pro Heroes from behind other bystanders on a crowded sidewalk, occasionally featuring a rare picture of food that Inko poured her heart and soul into.
But gradually, those images become pictures of All Might— the real All Might, Toshinori.
And then they very quickly become pictures of friends, of people who care about who he is and what he’s doing and are proud of him. Pictures of Ochako and Tenya, pictures of Tsuyu and Shouto, pictures of Mina painting Denki’s nails. Pictures of his hero license and Mirio and Sir Nighteye. Selfies with Eri. A rare image of Katsuki taken moments before disaster.
Izuku’s camera roll, as strange as it is, is a solid representation of his development throughout high school. It’s something he holds dear. Something he can pull out when he’s feeling down or having doubts.
Izuku starts printing and framing the pictures, but soon enough his desk and bedside table run out of space. He starts hanging them on every tiny available space on the wall, reorganizing his posters to free as much space as possible, but it soon becomes obvious it’s not enough.
He first decides to take down the most worn down poster, All Might on his silver era suit, and it makes enough space for two big photos of his mom and two small ones of Uraraka and Iida pulling silly faces at the camera and one of Todoroki reading under a tree, pretending he doesn’t know his picture is being taken.
One by one the hero posters and memorabilia get carefully taken down and stored away, replaced by more and more pictures as time passes. Pinned to a corkboard, hanging from a string of decorated clothes pins, hastily stuck with masking tape. Pictures of class trips, group shots in their hero costumes, Toshinori trying to fit his too long legs in a go kart at the park, candids of Aizawa during class, Kouta awkwardly imitating the Wild Wild Pussycats pose with them.
The blurry, out of focus one he managed to snap in a haste when Kirishima managed to find Bakugou’s one and only ticklish spot.
Before he even realizes it, all his hero merchandise is gone and stored away, completely replaced by memories of friends and family. His new heroes.
As Shujin’s resident ‘bad boy’, Akira completely understands getting more attention than you want (even if he’s much more prone to be faced with hurtful rumors rather than awkward unwelcome flirting). Once he sees you squirming under a classmate’s leering gaze and rather insistent invitation on a study date (more of a demand, really) he immediately gets what’s going on. Akira swoops in, ready to rescue you.
Akira smoothly sidles up to you, slipping an arm around your waist as he drops a little kiss on top of your head. He pulls you close to him, comforting. He knows you can handle yourself; a little flirting from some guy you can’t stand won’t shake you too much, but Akira takes any chance he can get to have you snuggling into his side.
“What’re you talking about?” Akira says casually, sliding his free hand in his pocket. Normally he doesn’t really have to get hostile when fending off unwanted suitors; boys take one look at his arm around you and take off running. After all, they don’t want to get on the bad side of Shujin’s notorious criminal! Usually that simple statement is enough to get the guy quickly making his excuses and scurry off.
If they don’t leave Akira quickly channels his inner Joker, posture sharp and imposing, threatening little devil-smirk twisting on his lips. For a few moments it’s almost like his eyes flash red; he’s pure danger. If his reputation wasn’t enough to send your unwanted suitor running, this look, sharp and deadly like the edge of a knife,most certainly will.
Once the situation’s defused Akira blushes slightly. When it comes to you he gets worked up pretty quickly, a fact the usually level-headed boy’s a bit embarrassed about. As you rock forward on your tiptoes, though, offering a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose and a quiet thank you, he decides getting worked up over you sometimes is completely worth it.-
Ryuji Sakamoto
Even if Ryuji isn’t exactly the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, he’s still incredibly in tune with your feelings and body language. It’s his job as a good boyfriend to know how you feel, after all! So when he sees some asshole third year standing a little close for comfort, nearly pinning you to your locker as you look around uncomfortably, his blood’s boiling. You hate this situation and oh hell no, nobody gets away with harassing you on his watch!
Ryuji’s bristling as he stalks over. Tense, he steps in between you and the other boy. Captain Kidd shines through, and he’s more Skull than Ryuji in that moment; muscles coiled, snarl wrapped over his mouth, hard lines carved in his scowling face. The look in his eyes is downright terrifying as he stares down the guy that’s been bothering you.
“She doesn’t want you around,” Ryuji growls, stepping closer to the third year. His hands are shoved in his pockets but he’s clearly ready to start swinging; one wrong move and this upperclassman’s walking right into a fight. “Scram, asshole.”
Ryuji waits for the guy to turn tail and run, glaring at him until he’s rounding the hallway corner and flees out of sight. Then he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Y’okay, baby?” Once you assure him that yes, you’re fine (other than being a little annoyed) the tension melts out of his shoulders and he’s happy-go-lucky Ryuji again, smiling sheepishly.
“Think I scared him off,” Ryuji states, pulling you into hi, “but if bothers you again just tell me and I’ll beat the shit outta ‘em.
Just to make sure everybody knows what they’re getting into if they fuck with you, Ryuji pushes you against the lockers and attacks your lips in a full-on makeout session right then and there. You’re his girl and he’s gonna make damn well sure everybody knows it. His hands roam your body and his lips latch on yours until Kawakami glares out of her classroom door and threatens both of you with detention if Ryuji doesn’t peel himself off of you.
Yusuke Kitagawa
Poor Yusuke; he’s trying, he’s really trying, bless his heart, but he still doesn’t quite have the hang of reading social cues. He doesn’t get that you absolutely hate the flirty comments hurled at you from all sides. All he knows is that he gets this ugly feeling in his gut when other boys call you beautiful, and he absolutely hates the way they stand so close to you.
Be polite, Yusuke tries to tell himself even if he just wants to snap at this sudden annoyance to just leave you alone! One look tells you he’s barely holding it together; eyes steely, shoulders tense, mouth drawn in a thin line. Whenever someone that isn’t him tries charming you Yusuke’s grip on your hand tightens. His eyebrows furrow as he subtly tugs you closer, unconsciously trying to send a message: I don’t like this, and I don’t like you around my girl.
Let Yusuke know what’s really going on and he immediately jumps head-first into the problem. Simply pull him close and whisper ‘that guy’s making me pretty uncomfortable’ and he kicks into defense mode.
“I would prefer you leave us alone now,” Yusuke squares his shoulders, demanding firmly. He steps in front of you, nudging your body behind his until he’s a literal wall between you and your unwanted attention. “My girlfriend isn’t partial to your presence and I’m afraid I must agree with her.” Yusuke’s tall frame and glaring eyes make an imposing protector, and it’s hard for anyone to stick around and bother you while they’re under that gaze.
Yusuke doesn’t shy away from PDA but now he’s even more touchy. It’s almost hard to get him off you (not that you’d want to, of course!). He’s glued to your side, an arm wrapped possessively around your waist for the rest of the day. Every chance he gets, he swoops down to plant a lingering kiss on your lips, if only to show everyone that he’s yours and you’re his. Just don’t call him out for being jealous; he’s not ready to face how greedily he covets your affection.
Goro Akechi
Akechi knows the dark side of people all too well, so when he sees some scummy asshole chatting you up he knows what the guy’s after (your number, or worse, a one-way-ticket into your pants) and he knows you’re not into it. Immediately a switch flips in his mind and his mask of politeness and charm is much harder to keep on. He wants nothing more than to teach this unwelcome flirt a lesson. Tarnishing his perfect image just to bloody his fists isn’t worth it, though
In, out, in, out, Akechi breathes, pasting a smile on his face and forcing his jaw to relax. Calmly, he sidles next to you and wraps a gentle arm around your waist. Light enough to pretend he’s not being fiercely protective, but soft enough to send a clear message: she doesn’t want you here, she has me.
If this unwelcome suitor’s put on edge by Akechi’s presence, Akechi immediately calms down. Out comes his sadistic side; manipulation, mental teasing, that’s his game and this is a prime target. “Hello,” he beams, amping up the charm. “I’m _____’s boyfriend, Goro Akechi. Perhaps you’ve heard of me? I’m quite famous…” Akechi begins subtly flaunting his accomplishments. By the time he’s even halfway through his bragging Akechi’s proved himself so far out of this guy’s league, he regrets even coming up to you. Akechi considers it a double win; he gets to show off, and he gets to chase away unwanted boys.
“Are you alright?” Akechi hums once you’re alone, looking gently in your eyes. He doesn’t stop gently fussing until you assure him that yes, you’re okay (just annoyed). “Please tell me if anyone like that ever gives you trouble, darling,” he asks, smiling when you nod. (What you don’t know is that he’s silently vowing to break out Loki for some Metaversal torture. You are the bright spot in Akechi’s life and god help anyone that dares to mess with you.)
Akechi isn’t one to get too handsy in public (he does have an image to keep up) but he makes sure he’s extra close to you for the rest of the day; sharing his scarf, keeping his hand wound through yours, little kisses whenever there’s a lull in the conversation. Anything that’ll make everyone see that you already have a man. He’s all you need.
Toad's Cave 