☆ Kade◞ Cj ⸝⸝ ☆

I LOVED HIM, GODDAMNIT. I LOVED HIM!!

The big bad boss-man of Onychinus has watched you listlessly mope around the base for far too long. The twins and Mephisto can’t get you to play. You’re too sad to even submit to his clingy cuddles.

That simply won’t do. At least this new shipment of state of the art weaponry needs a test run.

He strides past your view all dressed up in his riding leathers and packing heat. It makes you sit up from your sad moping in a fluffy blanket with a little wolf plush.

You watch him stretch out his neck and tug leather gloves on like a little cat peering over the back of the couch.

“Sy… where you going?”

A swirl of his evol has his helmet settling in hand to tuck it under his arm while he puts on his sunglasses. He glances at you. It takes step strides for him to be in your space and pressing a kiss to your crown. Then he’s walking out the door, hand lazily waving.

“I’m getting your wolf back.”

You barely register his words before you’re scrambling around the base to get dressed too.

it doesn’t matter if he has work, or if his pack needs him, or even if he’s having his own crisis.

nothing is more important than his mate.

“c’mere, short stack,” he says, pulling you into his lap.

he already has his ears and tail out, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tail landing in your lap so you can run your hands through the fur to calm yourself.

Valko keeps his head buried in the crook of your neck, tracking your scent as he holds you. he doesn’t push for answers, doesn’t ask what’s wrong. he just waits until your tears are under control enough for you to speak again.

“I feel so silly,” you say, still petting his tail. “they’re just pixels. why am I crying this much?”

Valko nuzzles you, readjusting you on his lap so as much of him is pressed against you as possible.

“pixels or not, that doesn’t make them any less real to your brain. or to your heart. not when you’ve loved them as much as you have.”

you sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, but Valko doesn’t move. after a while, he asks you to pull your phone out and show him your favorite game.

“tell me everything about them, short stack. I want to love them just as much as you do. they can even join the pack.”

so you do.

you don’t know how long the two of you stay on the floor, you in his lap, as you walk Valko through all of your favorite characters and storylines. but it doesn’t matter.

he’s not in a hurry. he’ll be there as long as you need, even if you’re there all night.

Everything that could go wrong did, and by the time you drag yourself through the door you’re exhausted, drained, and on the verge of tears. You don’t even get to kick your shoes off before two strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.

Valko doesn’t say anything at first. He just holds you, chin resting on top of your head, tail curling gently around your leg like he’s trying to wrap you up completely.

“Bad day?” he finally murmurs, voice soft.

You nod, leaning into him. He doesn’t need more than that.

Without another word he scoops you up like you weigh nothing (which to him, you don’t) and carries you straight to the couch. He settles down with you curled in his lap, your face tucked into his neck while one big hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. His other hand gently scratches the back of your head if you’re feeling extra sensitive, or just strokes through your hair.

“You did so good today,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m really proud of you, sweetheart.”

His tail thumps steadily against the cushion, slow and comforting. He keeps you wrapped up in him, warm and safe, occasionally nuzzling the top of your head or giving you little squeezes like he can physically push the sadness out of you.

When you finally relax against him with a tired sigh, he smiles and tucks you closer.

“I’ve got you,” he says simply. “You can rest now. I’m right here.”

You fall asleep like that wrapped up in your giant boyfriend, his steady heartbeat under your ear and his tail curled protectively around you. The worst day doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

Not only that, but the blatant racism is absolutely insane, valko was just the slightest bit tan and the CN 'fans' couldn't handle that. The colorism is so gross to see. I was so excited for valko I fully intended on downloading the game for him. Also, not to mention the fact that this is going to just reinforce that CN players can pressure infold into anything and that it doesn't matter what global players want.

valko isn’t getting released because of yall evil fuckers who can’t keep their mouths SHUUUUUT

like idgaf if you didn’t like him. if you were nice and respectful about your dislikes, i have no problem with you.

but those that were genuinely EVIL because of a FICTIONAL MAN getting released when there is already 5 other interests….

wtf.

i was gonna get back into LADS because of valko and now i’m just fucking pissed.

i love my wolf man. everyone needs to grow up and get ur shit together because this was ridiculous.

i have no one to talk to this about so sorry but COME ONNNNN

like i honestly don’t care for caleb. but im not bitching about it.

let people like who they like.

“fuck the government”

A/n: Small little blurb cause I can only write small things at the moment cause I feel like shit.

It started at the grocery store.

You were holding your son’s hand as he trudged beside you, tiny face set in a dead-serious scowl that mirrored Ichigo’s so perfectly that people actually moved out of the way.

The clerk whispered to her coworker, “Is… is that his kid or his clone?”

Your son didn’t answer , just squinted harder, like he was judging the entire produce aisle.

You sighed, grabbing a bag of apples and tossing them into the cart. “Sweetheart, can you try smiling?”

He looked up at you, brow furrowed. “Papa says smiling makes people suspicious.”

“Of course he does.” You sigh dropping your shoulders as you then turned to look for Ichigo who was on the other side of the store, crossing his arms and glaring at the price of cereal.

Two identical scowling gingers. One tall, one pocket-sized.And the poor manager tripped over himself trying not to make eye contact.

By the time you got home, Ichigo was lugging the bags in while your son followed behind him, copying every single move.

When Ichigo grunted, your son grunted.

When Ichigo crossed his arms, so did he.

When Ichigo sighed and muttered, “I can’t believe milk costs that much,” the boy repeated it, same tone, same irritation, just… squeakier.

You leaned against the counter, arms folded. “I live with two angry strawberries.”

Ichigo frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly that.”

Your son, still scowling, nodded seriously. “We’re angry strawberries, Papa.”

Ichigo’s jaw twitched. “Don’t encourage her.”

“I didn’t!” you laughed, covering your mouth.

That evening, Isshin dropped by — dramatically kicking open the door, as usual. “MY BEAUTIFUL GRANDSON! WHERE IS HE?!”

Your son ran out from behind the couch. “Grandpa!”

Isshin scooped him up and twirled him in circles, both of them laughing until the little boy abruptly stopped and gave his grandfather the patented Kurosaki death-glare.

Isshin froze. “Wha—hey, what’s with the angry eyes?!”

“I’m practicing my Papa face,” your son said proudly.

Ichigo walked in at that exact moment, same frown, same posture, same tone. “What’s going on in here?”

The resemblance was painfully perfect.

Isshin fell to his knees, hands clasped dramatically. “KARMA! SWEET, BEAUTIFUL KARMA! The universe has punished you, my son!”

Ichigo blinked. “What?”

“You tormented me for years with that scowl, and now you’ve been blessed with a tiny version who looks at you like you’re a disappointment!”

“Dad, shut up.”

“I WILL NOT! THIS IS JUSTICE!”

Your son crossed his arms just like his father. “Grandpa, Papa says when you talk too much, everyone gets a headache.”

Isshin gasped in mock horror. “He really is your son.”

You laughed so hard you had to sit down. “Oh, it’s definitely karma.”

Later that night, Ichigo was brushing his teeth beside your son. You leaned against the doorframe, watching them in the mirror — identical frowns, identical movements, identical grumbles about “too much toothpaste.”

It was eerie. And adorable.

You smiled softly. “You know, the world’s not ready for two of you.”

Ichigo rinsed his mouth, looking down at the boy. “Guess it’ll have to deal with us.”

Your son grinned up at him for the first time that day and for just a moment, the scowl disappeared.

Isshin peeked around the corner, pretending to sob. “He smiled! That’s my grandson, not a tiny demon!”

Ichigo threw the towel at him. “GET OUT!”

Isshin ducked away, cackling, “KARMAAAA!”

Later, as you tucked your son into bed, he yawned and mumbled, “Mama… do you like Papa’s frown?”

You brushed his hair back. “I love it. But I love your smile even more.”

“Even when I frown like Papa?”

“Especially then,” you said softly. “Because both of my angry strawberries are still the sweetest things in the world.”

Ichigo leaned on the doorway, arms folded, fighting a smile. “You calling me sweet?”

You looked over your shoulder, smirking. “Maybe I’m calling you predictable.”

He grinned finally, a real one. “Guess karma’s not all bad.”

From down the hall, Isshin’s voice echoed again, because of course the man was still here. “IT’S BEAUTIFUL KARMA, MY SON! BEAUTIFU—”

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can you please do Katsuki Bakugou from Mha please please please please pleaseeeeeeee