"why are you so sure you're correct?" Most of my opinions circle back to "one should aim to make life on this melting rock as pleasant as possible for themselves while causing as little as possible suffering to other beings". And somehow this stance is way less common than you'd think
Hi! Could I ask for a scenario where the reader is Habit's wife?
But Habit is truly in love with—or obsessed with—his beloved (the reader).
Like a form of adoration.
Obviously, the reader is human.
Could it be female? :D
Please, please, pleaaase—I'll give you my cat in exchange! 🥹
𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀
HABIT ㅤ⊹ㅤfem ! reader. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: some strange kind of fluff. 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁
HABIT loved you, or at least as close to it as someone like him could feel—enough, in fact— to marry you, perhaps not in the legal sense, since the name that would have to appear on the marriage certificate was Evan, and HABIT would never allow that.
But you already had a sparkling stone on your finger and a loving husband, in his own way, who would undoubtedly do anything for you. That's why you had ended up living together in a rather beautiful house, an abandoned dwelling in the woods that HABIT spent weeks restoring.
Which means he had inHABITed several people at the same time to get it over with quickly and had probably eaten a couple, but him? He was proud.
That day was a Sunday, a quiet morning where you both woke up with the weight of the cat you had both adopted, Vinny, on top of you, HABIT's arms around your waist with a strength that spoke of a man clinging to the chance to be with the love of his life. Or rather, the love of the only one of his many lives that was worthwhile.
“We have to teach him not to bother me, or I’m going to leave him just like Vinny,” HABIT said. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, the movement of his mouth, and how his grip on your body grew stronger as he decided to bury his nose in your neck and leave a kiss on the curve where it met your shoulder.
“You’re the one who wanted a cat; you can’t threaten to kill it now,” you reminded him, turning your head just enough to at least see him out of the corner of your eye.
“Honey, you can’t trust me with decisions. If that were the case, we’d all be living in a cave,” he replied sarcastically.
By the time you both got out of bed, the first thing you saw in the dining room was the set table, a bouquet of scentless wildflowers tied with a purple ribbon, and the smell of roasted meat. HABIT, getting ahead of you, stood in front of the table, puffing out his chest with pride. “Aren’t I the most romantic bastard? I hunted a few rabbits for you, Angel Face.”
He boasted, as if the mere act of making breakfast was cause for celebration, and perhaps it was; after all, HABIT didn’t even need to eat and had gone to the trouble of doing all this. Knowing what he was after, you gently stroked his hair, to which he let out a purring sound that he quickly stifled by clearing his throat. “The air here is so dry. Anyway, sit down and eat. I went hunting.”
“You know you don’t need to call going to the supermarket hunting, right?” you replied, gently poking his waist. He didn’t even move; in fact, he seemed pleased with the attention.
“I definitely hunted the idiot I left hanging and the one whose bags I stole. I know it. I’m quite the predator, princess.” And you couldn't help but laugh at his words. His smile, however manic it might have been, widened, and he almost looked like he was about to pat his own shoulder.
He was doing a great job making you happy so early in the morning. Was there anything HABIT couldn't do well when it came to you?
After breakfast, listening to him talk about why spicy food was underrated, nodding a few times, and washing the dishes together, you both ended up on the sofa, you on his lap while he held you tightly, almost cradling you if it weren't for Vinny, the cat, who snuggled up to his side.
The scene was domestic, and even though for HABIT that kind of human ritual was just silly, with you it felt like something he would do a million times over. After all, you were the only thing that mattered, and he was the only thing you had.
HABIT is a loving husband, as long as you could overlook the fact that the front door had four locks and the windows were boarded up.
But you had chosen this; you couldn't blame him for looking after his own property.
I hate endeavour from MHA more than anyone on planet earth. That big greedy gluttonous large foreheaded chopped hoe gets no respect from me.
I wish death upon him every night. I can’t STAND that big bitch. His name alone invokes a rage in me the way it does in Tim when his previous self gets mentioned.
This page is NOT safe for fans of that ran through red whore. Let that be known.
- She falls in love with them immediately and wants you to name them. Whatever you pick she reacts to with complete enthusiasm.
- Posts the cat on her socials constantly.
- Deems the cat your joint child and discusses her as such.
- If the cat allows you to dress them up, she makes a whole little wardrobe for them. Angel makes a whole color scheme for them and insists on sticking to it.
- Eventually she'll claim they're "lonely" and convince you to go to a shelter nearby to find a new friend.
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V:
- Is politely amused, but immediately gives in.
- Helps to habilitate the cat into life with all of his other animals. He's extremely patient and makes sure they feel safe. You jokingly call him maternal, and he fully agrees.
- Picks out a name with you, but is very adamant on ensuring you like it too.
- You wake up one day and the cat is sleeping on V's chest, paws in his face. They're both asleep on the couch.
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Misaki:
- They're immediately obsessed. So obsessed, they immediately name them for you.
- Within the hour they've gone to the nearest store and collected every cat related thing they can find. They also go online and place like a million orders (obviously exaggerating).
- They insist on taking a million pictures of the cat, especially if they're on you. They also insist on "family holiday pictures" which they promtly turn into postcards for every holiday.
- If the cat gets off of them or walks away from them they pout.
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Ronin
- When you bring the cat in he complains and rolls his eyes. For the first few days he ignores it. One day you come home early and find him asleep on the couch with the cat on his chest.
- Within the month he goes from "I hate that creature" to "there are only two things I value in life and this cat is one of them". He jokingly claims that the cat is more important to him than you are, but if you get genuinely upset he'll apologize and try to make it up to you.
- He gets the cat little devil horns so they can match. He claims his son needs his horns. If the cat catches any mice or anything he'll fawn over them and say cheesy shit like "like father like son/daughter."
- He's the ultimate pet dad, ensuring the cat has everything they need. He will panic if there's even a concern of a health issue.
Don't worry, I think we can play the guessing game and figure out which word is crossed out... But tell your friend that they're probably the realest person out there🤫🙏
I hadda dream the other night where I was in a random cabin in the woods with a bunch of other college students. I never heard the context as to why, but I assume we were on some sort of group vacation/field trip of some kind. I didn't know any of them, so I was just sorta hiding in my room from all of them.
Then I hear screaming and BOOM!! HABIT FROM EVERYMANHYBRID IS HERE!! And he starts murdering everyone in the cabin. I don't know why, but I know that he's probably going to get me, so I climb into the closet and hide with all the lights off. And of course that's the first place he checks, so he drags me out by my ankles, and I honestly didn't hear a word he said because I was just screaming nonstop. But he did look very cool because only his teeth and eyes were visible as he was doing so.
So now I'm expecting to be murdered but he just doesn't? He just sorta cackled and then just picked me up princess style and set me on the kitchen counter and left to go kill more people?? And then I woke up??? Idk what that was about but now I'm in a Mood™️. Maybe I'll write a fic around this premise in the future idk.
I like to think I'm a very independent person, I really like being alone and I don't actively seek out relationships (I actually prefer to avoid them, I hate getting hit on). But every once in a while, I have a dream like this, and it makes me reconsider my love for being single. Last time this happened it was Tim, which is an entirely different story that I might also write into a fic.
Men who say women only like conventionally attractive men are so fucking stupid lmfao I would hop on Gyutaro's dick so quick call me the thunder hashira with my speed
