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~ DULL KNIVES ~ a TodoBaku webcomic 

Pages 7/? (wip)

★﹒₊‧almost meeting the parents (?)

< cw/ talks of commitment issues but doesn't talk about source. reader doesn't make any sense. sero is the best boyfriend ever. sero calls reader: princess, sweetheart, baby, hun. i think that's it ? >

guilt. not a very good emotion to be plaguing your mentality. sero had invited you to meet his parents twice now. you agree at first ! over the moon but then something comes up. that something is a weird feeling that scares the shit out of you. you don't even know what it is, all you know is it sneaks up on you when sero mentions anything that might insinuate you guys moving further in your relationship. i.e, meeting his family.

sero was your first real boyfriend. or at least the first boyfriend you didn't just break up with because things were getting too serious too fast. they were only 2 month relationships and they were already pestering you about meeting their family and talking about your future together! like get a grip man!! we're 16!! but sero, he took things slow which you were grateful for. but it's been about 6 months since you guys started seeing eachother, and 3 months since he asked if he could be your boyfriend. you always loved the way he worded it. "can i be your boyfriend" it didn't sound like he was the prize to be won, you were. maybe it's your inflated ego that caused you to like he's asking so much. regardless, things with him have been perfect. perfect until he asked you at the beginning of the month to come with him to his monthly family dinner. his family is pretty close and since he's away at hero school and his eldest sister is in uni, his parents wanted a set date, once a month where they all came together again. when he first asked you were beyond excited! you've heard the many stories of his younger brothers, the trouble his sister got him into a few years earlier, and his adorable baby sister. but as you thought of what this meeting meant, your anxiety only increased until you had to tell him in a short text message that you couldn't go this time, and next time for sure ! he brushed it off and things went back to normal for another 2 weeks until he asked again. his sister got engaged and they were all celebrating again at his parents house, and again the same thing happened. sero was always so understanding. he knew how hesitant you were to even be in a relationship in the first place. you didn't tell him why but he's a smart boy and kinda figure out it was more or less to do with commitment issues.

now back to you feeling guilty. you brushed him off twice now to meet his family. you knew he talked about you, they were pretty close and you even knew he asked his sister for advice before hand in asking you out. so it wasn't that you were scared of them not liking you. you were scared of the realness that comes with meeting the parents. when you and sero were seeing eachother casually at first, no one knew. well they did but they didn't talk about it. when he asked if you guys could officially date, be boyfriend and girlfriend, he only told denki and his family outright, everyone eles kinda caught on or already assumed you two were dating. so in your mind you guys were able to stay in your little private bubble. away from judging eyes and overly personal questions about you two. but with family you can't exactly start showing up and wait for them to figure it out. you wanted to meet his family, you really did but when relationships get real they get messy. more people involved meaning more problems, more people that have to like you. not to mention the announcement of "this is my girlfriend" OMFG NO! EMBARRASSING! GET ME OUT! why couldn't it stay just the two of you. in your little bubble where no one knows anything about you two. now meeting his family doesn't mean he's going to tell them everything about you, you knew that but that doesn't ease the anxiety.

"y/n? hun can i talk to you?" oh god. his voice. he sounds so unsure and ... hurt? oh my god did someone hurt him!? "mm? oh, of course, han. what's up?" you turn to see his eyes dart to the ground and walk in with his head low, which was particular enough. sero always held his head high with confidence. you motioned for him to join you on your bed. "well, be completely honest with me, ok?" "yeah of course. what's going on?" you go to caress his arm that's keeping him stable on your mattress. "so, i've invited you over to meet my family twice now," oh shit. "and you agree but then dryly text me that something came up and you couldn't go anymore." your eyes feel so dry and hot. this is it. you think, he's done. of course he would want a girl that is willing to meet his parents, it's been half a year for goodness sake. your eyes start getting even more dry until, they start getting wet. seros eyes meet yours and he's filled with confusion and worry. "hey, it's ok. i'm so sorry baby. what did i say? what happened?" so understanding... he's so great why do you have to be so difficult? you try to speak but you realize your full on crying right now. your knees brought up to your eyes by you and you're trying desperately to stop. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry i don't know why i just. the first time i started thinking. and then the second time i started thinking about what i thought about the first time." you weren't sure if you were making sense to him but he pulled you in his lap and rested your head in his neck as he scratched your back gently. "shh, shh, it's ok darling. can you tell me what you were thinking about exactly?" he asked in a comforting voice. "i- uh. i don't even really know." wrong. you did know you just, couldn't put it into words right now. "i just knew that whenever i thought about how it would happen, i got really anxious, i think and i couldn't breathe and i just wanted to stay like this. where no one knows and we just stay away from everyone's stupid questions forever." ok that definitely didn't make sense. you knew it. he kinda of knew it but still acted like what you said made total sense. "sweetheart, that's totally ok. you don't have to meet them or even think about them until your ready. i'm not leaving you that's for sure." he said lightheartedly, "just breathe for me real quick." "i want to meet them i really do!" you tired lift your head up but he just pulled you back down and laid in your bed. "shh princess, it's ok. you seem so tired recently. just close your eyes, and breathe." and you did. you closed you eyes, inhaling his cologne and absorbing his body heat as you lulled yourself to sleep. you made a promise to yourself that you would deal with this and talk to him more about this when you woke up.

anime men that wear glasses >>

★﹒₊‧ my faves and their favorite songs off evermore

b.k - willow (baku's relationship song. he just rlly wants you to be proud to call him ur man)

s.h - no body no crime (a bop. there's no like deeper meaning, he just rlly likes this song)

i.m - right where you left me (i don't rlly think this needs an explanation)

o.u - cowboy like me (ok ik the fandom has kinda taken or too far with the whole 'uraraka is too obsessed w money' thing but i honestly just think of her when i hear it..)

From the musical performance of Ouran High School Host Club in Japan!

Tokyo: 12/2-12/11, Osaka: 12/17-12/18

Continuar lendo

I just want to talk about how much I LOVE, and I mean LOVE, Kyoya Ootori, from Ouran Highschool Host Club. It was one of the first anime’s I felt I could watch over and over again, I could memories each line by heart and never forget. The kind of anime that made me cry when the series finally ended in its manga form.

And Kyoya remains a character that I will remember being a character I will forever love, He’s aloof, the cool-type, someone with daddy issues, filthy rich, smart, a smart ass, and hot asf. He’s everything in one beautiful wrapped package. Although realistically he would not notice me, I would be all over him…

Meowing sounds

naur the eyeliner <3

seros mom is the type to research and modify her favorite recipes for your eating preferences because her love language is cooking food and she always wants you to feel welcome and comfortable in her home. gluten free, vegetarian, vegan, dairy free, wtv it is, she's got you covered.

The fact that it took Velma 2023 to make people realize be cool scooby doo was good

I come back to this so often…

can i request y/n’s reaction to toji going to jail? like was she there for the arrest.. how did toji break the news?

partial continuation to this ask !

his crime is finally revealed ! mwahaaha. if i printed out every comment asking me to assign him a crime to go along with his prison sentence i’d be able to cover the state of texas. probs my longest work! and this isn’t even that long so what does that say about me? (poor work ethic)

prison bf series linked here !

content: angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fighting, themes of incarceration

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“can i ask you something?” you mumble, rolling onto your stomach to address your boyfriend face to face.

toji pauses, then nods, blowing an acrid plume of smoke towards the ceiling before passing you the cigarette he had pinched between two fingers.

a buzzer sounds from the tv in front of you followed by a sea of excited cheers.

“fuck!” he curses. bringing his fist down on the mattress. “i have 6 grand on this fucking match.”

you wait for his hand to unclench before tapping him, reminding him of your inquiry.

“yeah— yeah. what’s up?” he mumbles, squeezing the fat of your arm affectionately. toji takes what’s left of the cigarette back from you, stubbing it out in the marble ashtray on his bedside table.

“you never told me what you do for work.” the implication hangs heavy in the air as you wait for him to explain, the last bits of smoke around the two of you begin to dissipate. you realize he’s gone rigid.

“business, lots of things.” he says curtly, fishing a pack of marlboro reds from the side hesitantly. you hate when he does this, keeping his hands occupied so he has an excuse to not speak to you.

“right, but like..” you start, growing frustrated. “what kind of business.”

“real estate… y’know.” he smacks the carton against the butt of his hand, then fishes out a stick.

“property management. investing and all that.” he sounds a little more confident this time, cupping a lighter to his mouth with a cough.

you tear yourself from his arms and sit up on the bed, eyes cast on his. you practically feel his stomach drop from how he looks at you, movements laced with caution and hesitance.

“put that out.” you tell him. “stop playing games with me.”

“what?” he laugh’s incredulously, still trying to maintain his confident facade.

“do you not think it’s fucking weird that i don’t know where all your money comes from? do you even pay for this fucking house?” your patience had officially run out, you were pissed.

“nonono— hey— hey c’mon.” toji grapples for your hands, quickly trying to calm you down.

“you don’t do fucking real estate, do you really think i’m that stupid?” your accusation renders him speechless for a moment as he thinks of what to say.

the older man’s expression twists as guilt starts to usher in. he extinguishes the roll-up in his hand, flicking it into the ash tray on your nightstand before reaching for you softly.

“baby..” he chuckles, snaking two palms around the curve of your waist. “don’t be like that.”

“i know it’s illegal. i know it is and i’m not even mad, toji. i’m not .. i just want to know.”

he sighs, running a hand down the side of his face.

“you think just because we eat good that i wouldn’t ask questions down the line? do you think i’m fucking stupid?”

“no.” he whines. “no, fuck. c’mon.” you smack his hands away as he reaches for you once more, tearing yourself off the bed and out into the hallway.

you hear your name boom behind you angrily as he calls out for you a final time. glass shatters against the ground as he mutters to himself, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth.

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you’re not unaware of toji’s presence as the older man stands in front of your curled up form on the couch. it’s dark, probably just after 3am. too dark to see his expression, though you know he’s frowning.

he lets out a quiet sound of realization as you turn over, rucking the blanket over your head to drown his presence out. the windows are open, you can feel the chill of the night breeze, even under your comforter.

“i can’t let you sleep here, pretty. that’s not right.”

you stay silent, holding your breath as you wait for him to either leave or fess up.

it’s quiet for a while. you slowly feel yourself being pulled into the precipice between sleep and awareness. an all-consuming warmth makes its home in your chest before you’re quickly struck back awake, heart jumpstarting at the sound of his voice.

“i invest in properties.” he whispers, kneeling beside you so you can hear him more clearly.

“i make investments in properties and then i let people store.. product there.” you know he isn’t lying to you this time. you feel it in his tone.

“product?” you grumble, your voice laced with sleep. you know exactly what he means, you just want to hear him say it.

“drugs, baby. warehouses.”

it’s quiet once more as you mull over what to say back. were you surprised? hardly. you knew what you were getting into as soon as you got involved with him. were you mad? well it was still hard to tell.

“ok.” you mumble curtly, throwing the covers towards your feet and stalking towards the master bedroom. you knew now, and that was that. you gathered there was no reason to keep fighting about it.

toji stands a little too quickly, watching your form disappear up the stairs.

“wait—” he starts, head spinning at your sudden acceptance. “wait really?”

“just come to bed.” you holler, sighing dryly to yourself at the sheer ridiculousness of it it all.

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toji had a plan in place even before you’d found out what kind of business he was running. if anything were to happen to him, there would be a fund stored overseas for you to dig into while he wasn’t there to put food on the table.

he’d thought of everything, put measures in place that normal people wouldn’t even think of before it was too late.

he had your shared house put under a family member’s name, hired private security to watch the perimeter of the house 24/7, urged you to use a fake ID in public to conceal your real name, and never ever took you to work meetings.

it just wasn’t enough.

it wasn’t enough to keep his phones from getting tapped. it wasn’t enough to stop an investigation from being launched, and it simply just wasn’t enough to keep him under the radar and out of a prison cell.

you wailed like a baby when the bailiffs snapped those silver cuffs on his arms and led him out of the court room, crumpling to the floor and babbling nonsense towards the judge’s podium like it would somehow change the course of what just happened.

7 years in a federal penitentiary. and that was nothing compared to the sentence they would’ve gave him if his men hadn’t taken half of the fall for him.

toji didn’t look at you.

he didn’t so much as spare you a glance as you sat there on the carpeted floor, screaming into your hands while the bailiffs tried to pick you up off of the floor.

he didn’t say anything to you as you kicked and scratched your way towards his lawyer, hurling expletives and threats to the one person who was tasked with maintaining his freedom.

he didn’t look because he couldn’t.

he couldn’t look at you, his only girl. the girl he’d marry someday, the one he’d raise a family with. he couldn’t look at you because if he did he might risk breaking down right then and there.

he might risk grabbing you by the arm and booking it, going underground for the rest of your lives while his name slowly climbed up the nation’s most wanted list.

he could do it, without question. he’d be more cautious this time. but that just wouldn’t be fair to you. he was done roping you into his mess.

you were young, gorgeous, too good for all of that trouble. you’d worked all your life to get by until he met you, slowly letting down your walls, letting him spoil you like you’d always deserved. and what kind of man would he be if he took that away from you and forced the two of you into hiding?

toji felt himself crumble as reality began to sink in. his stomach dropped with each dreaded step towards his holding room. this was no joke. this was his fate and there was no getting out of it.

“wait.” he tells the bailiffs, whipping his head towards the direction of the courtroom in a panic. he wasn’t the boss anymore. these men didn’t answer to him.

“wait, fuck. wait!” he groans, barreling his way back down the hall. he needed to see you, needed to say goodbye. there’s no telling when they’d let you two visit or if you’d even be able to communicate. god, this was real.

god, he was a coward for giving you the silent treatment. he deserved prison just for that.

toji grunts as he’s tackled to the ground, gloved hands securing shackles on his ankles.

“get offa me. get off— fuck. i wanna see her.” he groans, thrashing as security circles his form. “nonono let me see her! fuck— fuck!”

all he can do is listen to you wail as he’s dragged down the hall, screaming out to you in hopes you hear him.

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