This might kill us but I need to get it out because itâs killing me right now & I need to talk about before I start bawling!
So you guys know about that Alnst angel/devil cafe thing that has been blowing up with the fandom?
Iâve been wanting to know what I can do to play with the idea of it with the angel/devil concept of it.
Whichhhhhhhh⊠led the idea that deeply depresses & hurts my soul.
For the record, this idea applies to any ship or x reader if you want it to.
Is that the devil characters are the ones are dead & the angel ones stay alive.
Hear me out!
As you see with the art, the duality of the designs is that the ones that are dead (Ivan, Hyuna & Sua) are angels. The ones that are alive (Till, Luka, Mizi) are devils.
In alternate universe, the ones that survived, actually die, rotting in hell with only able to actually interact with the earth if they so wish, only to not be seen by anyone around them. Expect, theyâre living lovers.
Iâve seen people play with the idea of the living characters in alien stage are dead while the dead characters are alive. But add this with the angel/devil cafe concept, that they are the only ones that could see them with the knowledge they are dead - doubles the angst with sweetness & potential with an idea like this.
For the reader factor, the reader is the one alive, mourning desperately as Ivan, Hyuna & Sua would be for the ones that are dead in this universe. Till, Luka & Mizi. Leaving them with pain they donât even know, how & when to unpack.
But they can see them, hovering above them looking the same but so different at the same time. Sullen, melancholic & racked with guilt. As if they feel shame for putting them through this pain.
Yet theyâre here. Theyâre actually here! Itâs better than having them gone forever where they canât talk or see them anymore - theyâll take anything to be with them again. They just donât want them to be gone again.
DO YOU SEE WHY IâM CRYING!!
Itâs angsty (a staple with Alnst), has a neat little twist & a lot can be played with an idea with this.
Iâm definitely gonna go crazy with it in writing so definitely stay tuned for that! I love to hear your guys thoughts & ideas for this concept too if you like to share! It be really fun!
Iâll most likely be playing with x reader since thatâs largely what I do but I also like to see with the ships. Especially, with Ivantill & Mizisua because hoo girl - they messy but I love them anyway! đđ
Hope you guys enjoyed hearing me scream into the void & crying with me. I will be losing my mind as I draw & write.
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He is her human shield at parties. The house is always chaotic and too loud, but if sheâs there, he stands right in front of her so she doesn't get bumped into. If some drunk guy gets too close or starts yelling, Bakugou doesn't even make a sceneâhe just steps into their line of sight and stares them down until they back off.
Their silence together actually feels comfortable. When heâs around his frat brothers, heâs always tense. But with her, he just deflates. Heâll lie on his mattress on the floor with his head in her lap while she reads, totally relaxed, with just the sound of his fan running in the background.
He shows he cares by doing stuff, not saying it. He knows the house can get overwhelming for her, so he bought her a really nice pair of noise-canceling headphones. He didn't make a big deal out of it either; he just dropped the box on her lap and told her to use them whenever the guys upstairs were being too loud.
Itâs the easiest relationship because she doesnât ask him to explain his bad moods, and he doesnât force her to talk when she wants to be quiet. They can just sit in the same room for hours without saying a word.
His idea of a date is just getting away from campus. They don't go to the busy college bars or mixers. Heâll drive her out to a quiet spot by an old quarry twenty minutes away. Theyâll just sit on the hood of his truck while the sun goes downâheâll have a smoke, sheâll draw or look at her phone, and it's just totally chill.
The guys in the house treat her like she's untouchable. Theyâre honestly terrified of annoying her because they know Bakugou is the house treasurer and can make their lives miserable. If she mentions passingly that she likes a certain snack, Kirishima or Kaminari will literally buy it for her the next day just to stay on Bakugou's good side.
He has a specific way of keeping her close. When theyâre walking through a crowded part of campus, he doesnât do the whole cheesy hand-holding thing. Instead, he just hooks his thumb into her belt loop or the strap of her tote bag, guiding her through the crowd so she doesn't get separated from him.
ââ â¶ before you read: 1.4k words ; female reader ; established relationship ; very unserious influencer reader ; pro hero katsuki ; fluff and banter ; masterlist.
based on this post and amiraâs hilarious comment
âGet ready with me to dump my pro hero boyfriend!â
You grin into your phone camera as you prop it up against a bottle of moisturizer on the bathroom counter. Beside you, Katsuki is brushing his teeth. The brushing immediately stops. You watch as his eyes narrow at you through the mirror, stifling a giggle.
âThe fuck did you just say?â
You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. âHi, guys!â you continue cheerfully, waving at the camera. âToday Iâm getting ready to break up with my pro hero boyfriend. Some of you might know him as Dynamightââ
âIs this some bullshit new trend online?â He crosses his arms, toothbrush hanging in his mouth as he looks at you unamused.
ââwho Iâm leaving because, unfortunately, heâs become a huge burden in my life, and I need to cut him loose.â
The toothbrush leaves his mouth, falling into the sink as he gapes, âWhat?â
You reach for a makeup sponge. âNormally, I would start with skincare, but he buys me the expensive stuff, and since Iâm dumping him and wonât have his wallet anymore, I have to make it last. Canât be wasting it on him, you know?â
âHah?â he snaps, inching closer as he stares into the camera with furrowed brows. You easily ignore him.
âIâve been meaning to break up with him sooner, but I just didnât want to handle all the crying and stuffâfrom him, not me, just to be clear.â
âIâm not gonna fuckinâ cry over your stupid ass videoââ
âUnfortunately, heâs a very emotional person. Very clingy, too.â
âIâm not clingy. Youâre the one who spams me with texts while Iâm on patrol!â
You dab concealer beneath your eyes as he defends himself against every accusation you make, and it becomes far too difficult to hide your laughter. You let out a soft giggle, and he throws you a very offended glare. (Yes, Katsuki is smart enough to know that this is a silly little joke on your part just to be funny. No, that does not stop him from treating this as a serious matter in which he has to protect his dignity. Lucky for you, that only makes for better views.)
âNow, some people might think breaking up with a pro hero wouldnât be very smart for my brand, but luckily, mine is very easy to replace.â
âEasy to replace?â
You have to look away from him because the expression on his face is making it ten times harder to pretend to take this seriously, and youâre barely keeping a straight face. âThere are lots of blonde men in the world, so Iâm sure Iâll easily find someone else to fit the role.â
âWho the fuck are you gonna find better than me, huh?â He challenges, particularly irritated by that statement.Â
âAs you can see, heâs already in denial.â
âOi! Donât ignore me!â
âAnger is the next stage of grief.â
The phone is grabbed before you can dab on your blush, and he spins you around, pinning you against the bathroom counter as he gives you a dirty look. You break into a fit of giggles, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose.Â
âHi, baby,â you hum.
He raises a brow. âDonât hi baby me, dumbass. You make sure you tell that camera that youâll never dump your boyfriend and that thereâs no other manâblonde or notâlike him, andââ
You roll your eyes, hands cupping his cheeks as you pull him into a soft, slow kiss, cutting his words off effectively. He melts into you, kissing back as soon as your lips touch his, and you like to think that your silly idea only makes him kiss you a little more seriously. A little more meaningful, just to prove something.
âDonât worry,â you peck the corner of his mouth, âI was just kidding. Iâd never dump someone with pro hero money from the number five spot.â
â â â â â
âGet ready with me to get proposed to by my pro hero boyfriend!â
You beam at your phone camera from your vanity. Behind you, Katsuki is sprawled across the bed, one ankle hooked over the other, scrolling on his phone while sipping on his morning coffee. The coffee immediately goes down the wrong pipe.
He chokes, and a terribly strained coughing fit erupts from behind you. You almost feel bad for disrupting his peace on his day offâalmost.Â
âNow, the proposal hasnât been planned yet,â you explain to your hypothetical audience while reaching for your moisturizer, âbut Iâve decided I want it to happen today.â
Another coughing fit. âWhat?â
âKatsuki, are you okay? Youâre coughing a lot today. Do you have a cold?â
âDonât play dumb with me, womanâwhat the fuck are you up to this time?â
You give him an innocent smile as you say, âNothing!â
Youâve decided to keep this little game going for as long as you canâa new scheme whenever you can to keep him on his toes. Partially because youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy his reactions, but partially because, truthfully, you think seeing a softer, more human side of Katsuki will do him some wonders in the public eye. And what sort of doting girlfriend would you be if you didnât take your chances at helping his public image?
âWhy do you keep lying to your audience through these stupid videos?â he demands.
You gasp. âLying?â
âYes, lying,â he gives you a flat look, eyeing you like youâre crazy for denying the accusation.
âWhy would this be a lie?â You challenge. Then, dramatically, you gasp, clutching your chest in mock hurt as you hiss, âSo are you saying that you don't want to marry me?â
âW-what? I didnât fuckinâ say thatâdonât put words in my mouthââ
âSo, I guess this video is now becoming a get-ready-with-me to get dumped, because apparently Katsuki wants to break up with me because he fell out of love with me and found someone new. I think heâs been emotionally cheating on me with someoneâa sidekick, Iâd bet. Always trust your gut, ladiesâyour gut never lies.â
âHah?! Youââ he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he exhales tiredly and gives you a dry look. âYou know what, thatâs right. Mâfuckinâ dumping your ass.â
You clap a hand over your mouth dramatically. âEveryone cancel him!â
â â â â â
âGet ready with me to make out with my pro hero boyfriend!â
You beam at your phone camera yet again. But today, for the first time in the history of these videos, there is no Katsuki behind you that is staring at you in disbelief or glaring at you in irritation. Instead, Katsuki is sitting on the bed, looking up from his phone as a wide, smug grin spreads across his face.
âFinally,â he says, setting his phone aside. âYou thought of a good one.â
You blink. âWaitââ
âNo, no, you canât take shit back now. You wanna make out with your pro hero boyfriend, so thatâs what your video is gonna be, baby.â
âKatsukiââ
He stands, hastily walking over as he says in approval, âNow weâre talkin. I like this video idea.â
He materializes in front of you, easily grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you up before he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. His lips start peppering kisses up your throat and along your jaw as he works his way up to your lips. You melt against your will, giggling a little as you hiss (weakly), âKats! We canâtâŠyou canât kiss me yet!â
âAnd why the fuck not, huh? You got some other boyfriend to kiss? Bring âim here, I can fight.â
âI have to get ready first,â you huff, shoving him lightly, âthatâs the point of a get-ready-with-me? You have to wait till my makeup is done.â
âWhatâs the point in that?â He hums, pressing a soft, delicate peck to your lips before he murmurs, âsâjust gonna be a waste of all your hard work when mâdone with you, yeah baby?â
You shiver at the tone in his voice, pupils dilating as you stare at him. His eyes are twinkling with amusement as he gives you a wolfish grin, reaching over and locking your phone, and cutting the camera off from recording. This video might not end up getting posted at all, you thinkâthis one might just break community guidelines.Â
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nerdjoâs high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !
I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !
time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)
gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.
not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is tryingâtrying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and heâll be damned if he didnât reply to your every word.
âit was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,â you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. âi told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didnât?â
âiâm very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.â
âthank you. it was very hard.â
you sigh against his shoulder. âheâs probably still mad i cussed him out,â you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. âall because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.â
satoruâs eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. âheâs so petty, toru.â
âvery petty, baby.â
you frown. itâs been exactly thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds since satoru looked at you last. heâs been on this stupid spreadsheet since class started, and itâs really starting to piss you off.
so you block his view.
âlook at my fingers, toru,â you breathe, lifting your hand in front of his face. âi was in such a rush i forgot my rings. my hand looks so ugly.â
he lifts his headâjust slightly, just enough that he can focus on the screen & not your hand in front of himâ& replies without a beat. âlooks pretty, baby,â he murmurs, kissing the back of your hand. âso gorgeous.â
oh, thatâs enough.
âtoru.â
âhm, baby?â
âkiss me.â
gojo satoru chokes on his tongue. he freezes, blue eyes leaving the screen only to dart around the crowded lecture hall in alarm. he lets his eyes drop to you, and perhaps he shouldnât have, because youâre looking up at him with glossy lips & too-big eyes & lashes that flutter in that way that means trouble. gojo gulps.
âwe canât do that right now, sweetheart,â his voice catches. youâre pouting up at him but satoru only cups your cheek and tries to reason with you. âweâre in public. can you wait for me, angel?â
your brows furrow, lips wobbling into that pout that only spells out gojoâs demise.
âare you ashamed to kiss me in public?â you croak, fake sniffling. âam i that ugly?â
youâre not ugly. youâre the most beautiful girl in the world, you know it, satoru knows it, & he also knows youâre doing this on purpose. but your eyes are so glossy. your breathingâs all hitched. your shoulders shake like youâre about to sobâ
gojo satoru folds under zero pressure.
he cups your face, thumb brushing faux tears off your lashes as he presses his lips to yours. you taste like strawberry candy & something too sweet to have a name. gojo sighs into your mouth. cocks his head. pulls back just to lean in again when your lashes flutter up at him all pretty. he lets his thumb tug your lip and tongue lick your teeth andâ
âahem.â
you both freeze.
in the row in front of you the nanami kento is there, frown on his face & completely unamused. there are pens littered on his desk & his laptop is wide openâis he reading semantic error?
he eyes you both, lips curled in disgust.
âthis is not a love nest.â
you & satoru are blinking in disbelief when nanami turns back to his laptop. he slams it shut in embarrassment when heâs met with an inappropriate panel onscreen.
II. DISTRACTION #2: NETWORKING â NOT WORKING â
time: 7:14 pm. location: Bergeron Center for Engineering Excellence
â-â
gojo satoru has five minutes until the most important meeting of his life.
an opportunity to pitch one of his latest projects to some high-class engineering recruitersâlucky him! heâs in a private office with his speech in his hands, and his beautiful girlfriend kicking her feet on the office table.
youâre supposed to be his supportive plus-one. and gojo does feel supportedâhow could he not when the love of his life is here for him, dressed up like a midsummer dream? but gojo thinks heâd feel even more supported if you werenât bracketing his thighs & tugging on his tie every time he tries to speak.
âthank you all for coming. iâm honored to have this opportunityââ
âsatoruu,â you coo. âi miss you.â
gojo satoru knows better than to sigh. he does it anyway, collapsing into your neck in resignation as he squeezes your hips. youâre pressing a glossy kiss to his jaw. âiâm right here, sweetheart,â he mumbles, closing his eyes. âwill you let me focus?â
you nod sweetly, patting his cheek dismissively when he presses a kiss to your neck in thanks.
âthank you all for coming. iâm honored to have this opportunity to presentââ
âsatoruu,â
thirteen words this time. fairs.
âyes, sweetheart.â
âmy feet hurt,â you state, kicking your feet up to show him. for once, youâre not being totally dramatic. even with your heels on satoru can see the sides of your feet reddening, flushed & slightly swollen against the material. his brows furrow. âhowâd this happen, angelâŠ?â
he kneels down to slip your heels off. you pout: âi got new heels so iâd look pretty for your presentation. now my feet hurt and iâve ruined everything.â
satoru frowns, but youâre still spiraling. dramatic as always, talking like itâs the end of the world with your eyes glossy & nose wrinkled in lament. but gojoâs heart only goes sticky in his chest. how could you possibly ruin everything when you are everything?
he reaches up to wipe a tear off your cheek. âlook at me, baby,â he murmurs, other hand rubbing circles on your ankles. he looks devastating like thisâhair messy, tie loose from all your tugging & knees on the floor for you even though heâs in his finest dress pants. âyou didnât ruin anything, okay baby? look.â
he slips off your heels, then his own leather shoes, & laces them onto your bare feet. âwear these.â
you blink as he lifts you off the table, kneeling back down to adjust the shoes better. you wiggle your toes. your feet donât even reach the middle, and you almost fall trying to walk two steps, but the gesture alone has you beaming. you turn to him with your lips bent in a clumsy smile.
âtheyâre huge, toru,â you tease, twirling around for him to watch. satoru only smiles. his heart goes sticky in his throat. he pulls you into a soft kiss because trying to speak might make his chest hurt.
knock knock.
one of satoruâs classmatesânerd #1âpeeks his head in, expression slightly terrified. âuh, gojo? theyâre ready for you in the boardroom,â he gulps. âyouâre up.â
satoru nods, gathers his speech papers. youâre practicing walking around in his shoes now, arms stretched out to help you balance as you strut around with a grin on your face. gojo satoru looks down at his feet. theyâre in nothing but a pair of socks.
right.
he sucks in a breath, then turns to kiss your forehead. âstay here where itâs warm, okay?â
youâre still admiring yourself in his shoes, but you chirp out an okay! regardless. satoru bites his lip. itâs showtime.
ââ
the faculty is looking at satoru like heâs grown two heads.
have they never seen a shoeless man before? how rude. heâs standing on the boardroomâs stage now, clipboard in hand, projector lighting up the board behind him. some of the recruiters are nodding. the others are trying not to look at his feet so they canât be accused of classism. gojo satoru is not even poor. a glance at his suit should tell you that.
but gojo doesnât care. he presents without issueâeven though the entire time, his mind is on you.
the boardroom door has a center made of glass. through the pane, satoru can see you back in the officeâyouâve somehow found music controls for the officeâs boombox, and youâre dancingâoh god, youâre dancingâtwirling around with a clumsy smile & laughing when you stumble in his much larger shoes.
satoruâs heart swells. his lip twitches.
gojo turns his focus back to his presentation. heâll work hard to keep you smiling for the rest of your life.
III. DISTRACTION #3 : WHY IS MY GIRLFRIEND IMMUNE TO TUTORINGâŠ
time: 6:14 PM location: The Quad, Satoruâs Apartment.
â-â
âwho discovered the americas ?â
âMartin Luther King.â
You are going to fail this exam.
âthatâs enough general history today,â gojo mutters, voice croaking in alarm when you give your answer. youâre tucked in his lap, fingers curled in his collar, nose in his neck & completely unbothered. your perfume is sticky in his lungs. âletâs try math. you like math, baby?â
âmhm,â you kiss his jaw. âlove it.â
no you donât. gojo flips open a book with one hand, the other rubbing circles on your thigh. âletâs practice some integrationâŠâ he scans the page for questions while you twirl the hairs on his nape. âokay, this one. can you try this for me, princess?â
your lips tug into a bored frown. âokay,â you lean up to glance at the page, âdone.â
he blinks, âdone?â
âyes,â you flop back against him, soft & pretty & tired & his. âi solved it in my head.â
satoru bites his lip, brows knit in concern. âbaby, you canât solve integrals in your head.â
âi have a very strong brain.â
satoru prays for some strength of his own. okayâokay. he purses his lip. âso strong, baby. do you want to walk me through your process?â
you frown in his neck.
âfirst of all,â you tug his collar, lashes fluttering, âi looked at the numbers.â
âgood job.â
âthen,â you tug his earlobe, âi got bored.â
âoh.â
satoru sighsâof course you did. he purses his lip, blue eyes flitting across the page as his spoiled pretty angel hugs his neck; dreary and tired and âboredâ in his lap. finals are coming up and things are not looking good for you. he prays for strength (again).
you seem to have found some strength of your own. gojoâs not sure when you pick up your phone (which he had confiscated from you earlier), but while he stares into the distance and laments your guaranteed failure, you scroll through your phone with a grin on your lips.
âtoru, look at this bag,â you coo, pushing the bright screen to his face. âitâs so pink and pretty, just like me.â
âjust like you,â he repeats, still staring into the distance.
âwow, nine-hundred-and-fifty dollars,â you kick your feet in his lap. âbaby, can i buy it?â you coo, voice sweet.
satoru blinks out of his daze. he glances at the phone screenâthen at you, suddenly sweet & bright & brimming with energy. his thumb brushes your inner thigh. âbaby, youâre supposed to be studying.â
âi am studying,â you frown, and gojo wants to kiss it off again. âiâm studying consumer behavior. can i have your card?â
there are three reasons gojo satoru should not give you his card.
you are going to fail your exams.
you havenât double-checked if the price is in CAD or USD.
you are going to fail your exams.
gojo lets you have his card.
you squeal, hopping off his lap to retrieve his wallet in the other room. satoru leans back against his desk chair. in front of him, his desk is a mess of opened books & littered pencils, a âget good grades!â subliminal playing on your mini speaker because you insisted the whispered affirmations would guarantee your success. gojo sighs.
âthank you, toru!â you sing as you pad back into the room, a skip in your step. you lean down to kiss his cheek & flop onto his bed to open his laptop. you have his wallet in your hands, and gojo satoru already knows you will not double check the currency.
gojo closes your textbook with a sigh. better luck next time.
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DISTRACTIONS, end.
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