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how do you feel when someone sees ur sonas or ocs as a comfort character? just a curious answer sorry lol
Idk why I didn't see that until now!
I think it's really sweet when someone considers an OC or my sona as a comfort character. It's like... Idk, it's comforting to me, too, to know that someone sees an aspect of myself or just how I perceive myself as a whole as something to feel comfort towards!
#asks#anon#It's honestly one of the sweetest things I hear about on rare occasion#I'm so happy to hear some people look at my funny guys and my sonas that way! it means so much to me!#sfw tickling community#sfw tickle community#(tagging the last two for blog relevance)
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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ˎˊ- how they make you feel beautiful
ot13 x reader — some mentions of insecurities
a/n: don’t mind me pushing the taking-pictures-as-a-love-language agenda for wonu, as always
— seungcheol: with gifts
with him, gifts for no particular reason are much more frequent than gifts for a specific occasion. he doesn’t like to come home empty handed and always says you deserve all the pretty things in the world. if he ever buys you a piece of clothing or jewelry, then he’ll be the happiest man on earth every time you wear it, showering you with compliments a little bit more than usual just because he loves spoiling you <3
— jeonghan: with specific compliments
every variation of color in your irises, the micro expressions on your face, the way your laugh slightly varies depending on what’s provoking it: whether it’s something new or not, jeonghan will compliment the slightest details in your appearance or your personality. sometimes he begins with a “did i ever tell you…”, and you know you’re about to hear the sweetest thing ever. like, “did i ever tell you how dreamy you look in that light? i can’t stop looking at you,” and even though he’s just talking about the orange-ish hues of your bedside lamp, you know he’s being 100% honest.
— joshua: by saying it out loud
“you’re the prettiest” while you’re brushing your teeth, “you look so gorgeous” when he’s picking you up in his car, or just your usual “hey beautiful” when you wake up in the morning. he never gets tired of saying it and you never get tired of hearing it. he barely uses your name anymore because he’s so used to calling you ‘beautiful’. the man is so smitten he could spend hours flirting with you, years into the relationship. and it’s even better if you’re easily flustered because he loves how shy you get when you hear those words…
— jun: with cuddles
there’s something about the way his fingers mindlessly trace your silhouette that makes you feel like the most delicate sculpture ever. you could just be cuddling in silence, reading a book or scrolling on your phone, and his hands will gently brush against your skin like they were made to do that and nothing else. sometimes you feel like returning the favor, but although he doesn’t mind it at all, it’ll never come close to how much he loves cherishing you with his cuddles.
— hoshi: by being your #1 hypeman
even though you’re someone that brings hoshi a lot of peace and serenity, your mere existence also gets him very excited for no apparent reason. the way he hypes you up whenever you’re getting ready to go out together is similar to the way people cheer for their favorite sports team. he’s celebrating two things: you being absolutely gorgeous, and him being lucky enough to be your partner. “honestly, if i saw you walking down the street without being the one dating you… i think i’d start crying.”
— wonwoo: by taking pictures
it’s not just him taking pictures that makes you feel beautiful, it’s the way he treats his photographs as if they’re the most precious things he owns. he regularly makes sure that they’re synchronized on his personal icloud account in case he ever loses them (it’s very serious to him). but also, he keeps a picture of you on his desk, in his wallet, as his phone wallpaper… and everyone thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever. the guys tried to tease him for it at first, but they quickly gave up because even they had to admit it’s an adorable way to express his love for you.
— woozi: with meaningful looks
it’s a rare occurrence to catch woozi in the act of being incredibly down bad for you. but it sometimes happens when you notice him looking at you with heart-shaped eyes and a smile tugging at his lips. you could be sitting on the other side of a room and his gaze would still find you in a second, lingering for a few seconds just to appreciate your beauty. he said so himself actually, when you asked him why he was looking at you so frequently. “everyone likes looking at beautiful things,” he replied very naturally, not picking up on the squeal you had to hold back.
— dokyeom: by talking about you
“y/n would love that”. “this would look amazing on y/n”. “oh look, y/n just sent me a pic!”. it’s a daily occurrence, and everyone knows they just have to deal with it. some boyfriends might try to gatekeep their partner: that’s not dokyeom’s case at all. in fact, people better be complimenting you in front of him! to be honest, he was talking about you non-stop before you guys even started dating, which is why you barely had to introduce yourself to his friends. you’re one of his proudest accomplishments and he wants the whole world to know about you!!
— mingyu: with kisses
there’s nothing like being kissed by mingyu to feel a sudden boost of self-confidence. his hands gently cupping your cheeks, the way he looks at you in between kisses and the growing smile in his eyes and on his lips… everything in his behavior seems tailor-made to make you feel like a vision of heaven. it doesn’t always have to be kisses on your lips tho, sometimes it’s on the back of your hand, on your shoulder or on your temple. but no matter where his lips touch your skin, they always convey just how much he cherishes you and every inch of your body.
— minghao: by drawing you
no other representation of yourself makes you feel as self-confident as minghao’s drawings of you. at first you were a bit taken aback by the feeling of seeing yourself through someone else’s perspective in such a raw way. but you got used to it pretty quickly, mostly because of how often minghao uses you as a reference. when you take a closer look at them, you realize his drawings are filled with details that not only depict your looks, but also traits of your personality. slowly but surely, you start to believe in the beauty he consistently finds in you, and that’s enough to let him know he’s doing a perfect job.
— seungkwan: by complimenting your insecurities
he doesn’t do it that often because he doesn’t want it to be the only thing he compliments you on. but seungkwan is very attentive to the way you perceive yourself so he will guess your insecurities even if you don’t talk about them out loud. therefore, he’ll find subtle ways to compliment them without making it too obvious. sometimes it’s not even out loud, it might just be by gently brushing against a body part you’re not confident in, or hyping you up in an outfit that doesn’t hide your insecurity. no matter how he does it, it always comes with such kindness and love that you have no choice but to feel a bit prettier than you did seconds ago.
— vernon: by paying attention
it sounds silly but it’s true. vernon pays attention to everything, from the colors you look most confident in, to what kind of compliments seem to work best on you. and later on, he’s able to adapt his behavior accordingly, to make you feel as good as possible in any situation. “you always know exactly what say, i don’t know how you do it,” you once told him, almost teary from how sweet he was being. “well, the fact that you strongly underestimate how beautiful you are is an insanely good motivation,” he replied, gently wiping the tears under your lash line.
— dino: by showing you off
he considers you the rarest gem of all, so yes of course he will show you off to whoever’s near! he’s the type of boyfriend that will enter a room before you just because he wants to do jazz hands for your entry. and he has such a smug look on his face when you two are out together, it’s like he’s in a permanent state of pride just because you’re holding hands in public. and although he’s not huge on pda, he has no problem complimenting you out loud in front of other people, and you find yourself on his instagram stories on a regular basis, which makes your self-esteem go up a notch every single time.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#scoups x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#jun x reader#hoshi x reader#wonwoo x reader#woozi x reader#dokyeom x reader#mingyu x reader#seungkwan x reader#minghao x reader#vernon x reader#dino x reader#seungcheol x reader
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mdni - nsfw content, cheating, oral (f receiving), creampie, themes of emotional neglect, relationship issues, alcohol consumption, written at 3am and barely proofread
Happy birthday Jean - you'll always be the hottest male fictional character I know <3
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"I'll be back Monday," Connie informed last minute with his hand on your hip and a lazy kiss on your cheek, "Love you bye."
You wanted to protest as he shut and locked the door behind him, but why waste your energy?
It was like this every week. Connie would get 'emergency calls' from his supervisor asking him to come in because they were short staffed. How many men does it take to pave a road or do some masonry work? Half the time you saw them working, there were more men standing around than actually contributing to the project, Connie confirmed this himself. Sure - his work as a mason brought in a decent living, you were both comfortable, but he'd work twelve hour shifts and then run off on the weekends to 'work more.' The rare occasion you did see him, he was on his phone or talking to you about this new chick who was always eating and had a thick country accent.
At this point being devils advocate was out of the question because what was there left to advocate for? A boyfriend who ignored you and worked extra hours just to avoid you? You deserved more than that. Instinctually, you snatched your phone from the counter and texted Jean.
You: This is like the fifth week in a row he's worked the weekend.
Jean: I'd understand one or two...things aren't looking good. I'm sorry.
You: Don't be sorry, if anything thank you for listening to my constant complaining. I know he's your best friend and you probably don't want to hear about how upset he makes me.
Jean: No problem, I'm glad I could be here. I should thank you for always confirming some of my suspicions toward Mikasa.
You: How've things been with you two anyway? Last time we talked you weren't very happy :/
Jean: Honestly, not good, I feel like I can't have a conversation with her without us fighting about Eren. She's doing that thing again where she storms out and disappears for days.
You: I understand how you feel...hopeless.
Jean: You seem to be the only one who understands.
You: Is she home now?
Jean: No, and I don't think she'll be back anytime soon, last time she left she was gone for almost a week
You: I'll be there in 15
It only seemed right for you and Jean to get together and comfort each other. There had been so many nights of you two texting away your problems and bouncing relationship advice off of each other that it was finally time to spend some time together in person. Besides - who would be there to stop you? Not Mikasa. Not Connie.
You arrived with a pizza and some of Jean's favorite whiskey. Once he spotted you with your hands full, he smiled and you saw tears brim his pretty amber eyes making a few of your heart strings snap. He welcomed you in without a second thought and you both plopped on the couch to binge watch some shows and indulge.
"Thank you." He spoke before taking the first sip of his drink, just finishing his last slice of pizza.
You shook your head, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure you would've done the same for me."
"Yeah but..." he swirled the whiskey in its glass, "I don't know. Just thank you. It's nice to know someone cares."
Your gaze found his profile, lit up by the flashing colors on the TV and a faint light from the moon outside, "Of course I care about you. How could I not? I know you won't like me saying this...but Mikasa is taking advantage of one of the sweetest people I've ever met."
"I guess I could say the same about Connie, bastard." He chortled, his expression growing disappointed before throwing back the rest of his drink.
You leaned against the arm of the sofa and let your legs cross over Jean's lap, one of his hands casually resting on your shin. Maybe it was the whiskey, but something was making your cheeks burn and your stomach flutter with the occasional butterfly. More time was spent watching Jean glow in the moonlight than on the show mumbling on the TV. You weren't staring of course - just a friendly check up every so often, you'd be damned to let him quietly cry to himself while you sat next to him.
Or maybe that was an innocent excuse.
Truthfully, it was hard not to stare at Jean. He was a tall, strong man with a charming smile and hair just waiting to be combed by your fingers. Whether you were looking him straight on or from the side, he always had you doing a double take, just to get a second serving of his handsomeness.
It made you wonder: If Mikasa was taking advantage of his looks and tender personality, then what else was she taking advantage of? Jean didn't talk much about their sex life, much like how you didn't mention yours, but surely it couldn't be much different right? You both already had so much in common in terms of relationship struggles that asking about his sex life wouldn't be a stretch.
"How are things in the bedroom?" You blurted out, cutting through the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you. Certainly you would've approached it more casually if not for the alcohol, but Jean seemed past the point of formalities.
He took the question fairly well, replying with, "Eh, not good not bad. It's nothing exciting though. All I want to do is satisfy her, but she just wants me to hurry up and finish so she can roll over and go to sleep."
"I can see why it's not exciting." You empathized. He rolled the question back to you, "I'm not having fun either. I want Connie to be more intimate with me and try new things, but convincing him to even get in bed with me takes up so much emotional energy that I don't even want to do it anymore."
Jean's arm was over the back of the couch and he faced you, both of your tired and tipsy eyes meeting, "I wish we had other things in common besides how much our partners treat us like shit."
Once again, you were blurting out your thoughts before considering the weight of them, "Well, we both like the same pizza and whiskey, and some how found scummy lovers, I wouldn't be surprised if we had the same kinks."
Jean laughed and let his head loll back against the sofa before agreeing. Another blanket of silence was tossed over you two and the banter on TV resumed, only for Jean to snatch the blanket away.
"There's only one way to find out."
He smirked and watched you from his peripheral vision. Whether you responded with a sarcastic comment or flung yourself at him, he didn't care, he was just enjoying the genuine company.
"Well...for starters my favorite place to fuck is on the bed."
He had to bite back his devious smile. Once he stood, he scooped you up in his arms bridal style and stumbled back into his bedroom, both of you laughing the whole way there. You both fell onto the sheets in a drunk tangle, stomachs exploding with the thrill.
Jean crawled over you, his thigh slotted between yours with a hand on your hip and the rest of his weight being held up by his forearm beside your ear. Your heart was like a grand orchestra, pounding in your chest and ringing in your ears. Even your hands had a small tremor to the them as you felt your way up Jean's torso.
"Do you think this is right?" You whispered.
Jean considered your question, to which he whispered back, "No, but to me it's justified."
"What's the difference?"
His fingers slipped under your shirt and warmed your hip, "How others view it versus how I do," his touch left a hot path as it slithered toward your chest, "To everyone else, this is the worst thing you can do to someone you love. But there's no love between Mikasa and I, so it only seems fair to make love to you instead."
If not for the alcohol, you were sure Jean wouldn't be so poetic and driven by pure emotion, and you wouldn't be so awestruck by his words; you wouldn't even be in the same bed together. Or would you?
Your lips captured his in a whiskey flavored kiss that set your body aflame. The symphony in your chest played louder and with more passion, fueling the desire to find out exactly what Jean labeled justified.
Was justified the way his tongue slipped past your lips and swirled with yours? Or perhaps justified was the way he littered purple marks down your neck and across your collar bone. Did he wonder what justified was to you?
His knee pressed into your heat and stuck your panties to your slick core forcing a gasp from you. A deep chuckle rumbled against your chest as he continued his journey down your body, reaching his first milestone and taking one of the stiffened peaks into his mouth. The feel of his tongue flicking and swirling around your bud made your core clench and a longing sigh sound from you. Annoyed with one side of your chest being exposed, Jean slipped you from your shirt and bra then continued his work with one hand drunkenly massaging while the other was kissed and licked. Below you shamelessly ground yourself against his muscular thigh in an effort to alleviate the hungry ache Connie had never awakened.
"Jean please," we're the only words able to form and work their way past your lips in your haze. Your fists had his shirt clenched tight, hips rocking and chest pressed into his mouth.
His response was to travel lower, his large, rough palms groping at your mounds while he left more purple on your skin. Frustration and eagerness had you squirming and whining impatiently, twisting your fingers in his soft locks and pushing him further down toward your core. Between your legs he flashed you one of his charming smiles that were now laced with lust and pride. Soon your pants were on the floor along with your panties for him to see and access you fully, leaving nothing between him and you.
Jean groaned at the taste of your slick on his tongue, and you groaned with your head pressed into the pillow at the feel of his muscle against your nub. Surely he'd be sharper with his work if done sober, however, he still had your hips mindlessly bucking and nails digging into his scalp. The thin, dark hair on his chin dripped with the elixir made with your essence and his saliva and seemed to only make him more ravenous. Even after your thighs shook and your walls pulsed around his long digits, he didn't pause his ministrations, in fact he multiplied his speed. How hard could you shake because of his tongue and fingers? How many times could he make you sob his name?
Only two more snaps of your searing coil and you were weakly pushing Jean away, now pleading that he'd give you time to breathe and return to Earth. He didn't wait long however, using his few moments to slather himself in your wetness and offer friction to his length that had been straining in his pants. Seeing his size through your shaky, honey coated vision revived your ache for him and the orchestra began to sound again thumping against your ribs. You wriggled toward him and reached for his cock, earning something between a hiss and a moan from him at your eager touch. His torso hovered above yours again, both arms propping him up as to not collapse his weight onto your smaller frame but close enough to where the sweat making your chests and abdomens shine was colliding. With the help of your palm and his hips, he slipped into with ease, him twitching and you throbbing once the base of his length met your hilt.
Jean was far more noisy than Connie, unapologetically moaning into the crook of your neck while you hummed at the satisfaction of being full. Some seconds were spent to allow you both to adjust and familiarize yourselves with the feel of the other, Jean tracing his tongue along your jaw and gathering your lips in a sloppy kiss during this time. There was a sweetness to his kiss now that diluted the potency of the whiskey which was quickly identified as your doing, and had your tongue tasting within his mouth in search of your nectar.
Those same arms that had carried you to this very bed were once more wrapped around you and situating you so you were sheathed onto his lap and his chest slipped against your belly. Your nipples were cared for by Jean's lips and tongue glossed with a mix of spit, sweat, and your wetness, the stimulation settling deliciously in your groin as you rolled your hips. His broad, sturdy shoulders mimicked a head board in that you used them for stability as you rocked yourself against him, letting the tip kiss the sensitive, spongey flesh within you. Hisses, sighs, and moans were all echoing off the walls or preserved for Jean's ears, and more often than not he'd return them.
Then your thighs grew hot and tired, and Jean could feel your exhausted pattern slow until you were huffing and whining at your muscles poor endurance. To remedy this, the gentleman leaned back on his elbows with you still in his lap and planted his feet onto the mattress to thrust up into you from below. Your grip shifted from his shoulders to his chest, then you grew too weak and worked up from your rapidly approaching orgasm to hold yourself, opting to lazily suck and moan into the crook of Jean's neck with your nails carving into his back.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum-" Jean gritted in your ear barely a second before you were releasing onto him as he painted your core white.
Your pelvis developed a mind of its own as it pathetically humped against his cock, milking what you could of your orgasm and draining every last drop from Jean. The man shuddered below you and swore lowly, throat exposed as the rest of his head dipped between his shoulders and his eyes sleepily closed from the intensity of his bliss. Finding it foolish not to, your lips latched onto his skin and left patches of blue and purple on his neck and nipped at his sharp jaw.
Both spent and messy, you collectively separated and took to the shower, snail like in your approach. Your poor, exhausted thighs barely carried you there and your womanhood was sore and sure to hurt tomorrow, but at the expense of Jean moral justification, you deemed it tolerable. Not much was said as you two shared the water and lazily lathered one another up, counting the number of hickeys the other left and sleepily grinning. You helped Jean toss on a set of clean sheets and he even offered you one of his shirts to sleep in, secretly sniffing the fabric when his back was turned and finding yourself a differently level of intoxicated at the musk he left behind. Back in the bed he tucked a pillow beneath your head and snuggled close to you with his glossy eyes crossing paths with yours.
"Maybe next time we can try something new." He commented, voice raspy.
With what little energy you had left you wondered, "Next time?"
"Yeah," he answered as if it were obvious, "If Connie and Mikasa get to have fun on the weekends then we should too."
You lightly giggled, "I think we had a little bit more than fun."
"Fucking, having fun, it's all the same."
You playfully rolled your eyes and nestled into his chest, letting him engulf you in the sheets and his limbs. The idea of spending your weekends with Jean instead of alone sounded lovely, even if it meant that some day Connie or Mikasa would discover it and have your relationships crumbling.
Maybe that was the whole idea: have the rough dynamic with the one who you were to love loyally and the exhilaration of piecing back together your emotions with someone else as neglected as you. No matter the end result, surely you'd return to Jean.
#aot smut#jean kirstein x reader#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirstein#jean smut#jean kirstein smut#jean kirschtein smut#attack on titan smut#attack on titan
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Genshin Impact - Hugging Headcanons
notes : this is something i’ve wanted to write about for a while, and i finally got around to it! for once all the boys’ sections are in one place so it’s a lot easier to navigate hehe
as always, hope you guys enjoy!
Genshin Masterlist
warnings : none
format : bulleted, headcanons, fluff
pairings : diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo x gn! reader
word count : 954
everything under the cut-
Diluc:
hugs with diluc would very rarely happen in the public eye
unless there’s some serious reason for it
he’s just the type of guy who prefers to keep these things between the two of you
after all, you’re his and he’s yours
but when you two are alone? ohhh boy this one
he turns into a simp the softest person ever
is the type to hold you around the waist, looking into your eyes every now and again
the very eyes he fell in love with
his favourites are when you’re in bed
this is when he can let loose the most, holding you in his arms like his lifeline
play with his hair when he’s like this and goddamn
he’s putty in your hands
falling asleep in his arms is the best feeling in the world, and he can say the same for being in yours too
Kaeya:
okay so i feel that kaeya would be a lot gentler than most would expect?
like
his hold around you would usually be relatively loose, but full of emotion
though on occasion would get tighter, especially when he sometimes feels unusually vulnerable
not to say they never would be proper bEAR hugs
they’re moreso used when he hasn’t seen you in ages
or when he wants to make you flustered in front of others heheh
something he will definitely tease you about later on, but only because he finds your reactions adorable
is also surprisingly warm, despite being a cryo user
his favourites though?
back hugs back hugs back hugs
you can’t convince me otherwise
whether you’re taller than him or not, he doesn’t care
this man loves the feeling of your back against his chest, arms around your waist
also gives him perfect access to your neck/ear to whisper sweet nothings into
teasing lil shit
Childe:
surprisingly childe values hugs a lot more than one would expect
although he may throw an arm around your shoulders or waist on a daily basis, even before you guys got together
to him a full on hug is a lot different, with a lot more meaning
likes to bury his face into your neck whenever possible
expect there to be feather-light kisses planted there too hmm hmm
he would tighten his grip on your body, and loves when you do it back to him
finds it the cutest when you patch him up after a fight he’s been in, your hug filled with genuine concern warming his heart
although that battle may have been with you oops
he likes to tell you that he loves you at this time, even when in front of others
hey, he’s not afraid of people knowing you’re his
if anything letting people know gives childe even more reason to hug you hehe
Zhongli:
this man is unintentionally a sucker for traditional romance
would definitely ask for your permission the first few times he wants to hug you
and after he gains that permission
his arms slowly curl around your waist, bringing you closer to him
he takes his time, treasuring these moments for as long as he possibly can
for sure will play with your hair, especially when you ask him to
honestly
ask this man to do anything and he will do it
will sometimes hold one of your hands while the other is wrapped around you
bringing it up to his lips for a kiss every now and again
his hold would be strong enough that you’ll fell protected
but soft at the same time, this man would always treat you in such a gentle manner
loves to tell you stories during these times
where you can hear the vibrations of his voice within his chest as you lean against it
he knows what he’s doing – he’s an archon for a reason
Xiao:
well since we all know how awkward touch-starved xiao is i’m willing to bet
all hugs would begin with the lightest of touches
and ever so slowly grow to a proper cuddle
he doesn’t want to scare you away with his overwhelming strength
the more you encourage him and show him you love him
the more he’ll come to show and express himself
he’s the kind of guy to tighten his hold quite often while hugging
sometimes to the point where it hurts
not because he wants to!
he just gets so nervous in such an intimate situation
that and sometimes he wants to make sure you’re really there – that he’s not dreaming
would like it when you pull away halfway through, only to lean up and surprise him with a kiss on the lips
not everyone can catch an adepti off guard
please just look after this boy, he’s been through so much :(
Albedo:
a lot of your time with albedo would be spent in his lab at the knights’ headquarters
and although he often gets sidetracked with all the experiments and research he conducts
he will always make time for you
sometimes in the middle of his work
cue you sitting in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck with your face buried in the juncture formed
one of his hands will be stroking your back or your hair while the other continues writing or sketching
occasionally you’ll fall asleep
he honestly finds this the cutest, not that he’d tell you
he craves the warmth from any hug you give him, and will rarely let go unless there’s some sort of emergency
once he finishes his work he’ll for sure hold you against him – firm yet light at the same time
definitely the type to peck the top of your head or your cheek as well
the sweetest lil alchemist you’ll ever find
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— 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙉.
𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS.
𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 2.8 K.
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: fluff, slightest amount of angst. brief mentions of sadness and crying, but mostly comfort. these are only my opinions, please don’t take this to be factual information. everything written is only fiction. please let me know if i’ve missed a warning! <3
♡‧₊˚ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉 —
the moment he heard your sobs from the other side of the phone, suffice to say he'd immediately ask jisung and changbin to wrap up in the studio and grab you your favorite croissant from the cafe before rushing home. and of course, the moment you open the door he stays back for roughly two seconds to enter and shut the door before pulling you into his arms and letting you bury your head into his chest.
i think chan’s the kind of person to show his support through words of affirmation and, i cannot stress this enough, physical touch !!! he will absolutely coddle you until you're totally tired of him (which you will never will be so...). he'll constantly whisper sweet, gentle words of affirmation into your ear while you're gently sobbing into his shirt — chan doesn't mind the feeling of the fabric clinging to his skin as long as he knows you're feeling better than before.
and of course, the man's huge on silent, supportive gestures (coughs, what I'm trying to say is that... he'd be the best boyfie ever ♡). will immediately get you your favorite emotional support when chan isn't there stuffie, order your favorite food while you sadly munch on the croissant he was generous to bring home and offer to set you a warm bath to put your mind at ease. basically wrap you into a burrito along with him and not let you go whatsoever. will let you rant if you'd like to speak about your problems, but if you'd rather need a distraction, he'd gladly simply hold you close for comfort and hum a song whilst softly running his fingers through your hair. he will tuck you to bed if you happen to fall asleep in his arms, because he wouldn't want you to get a neck cramp. it already hurts him enough to see his y/n in pain. 🥺 + bonus, i feel like he'd be all the willing to give you a massage if it helps release the tension because like he said he's the best boyfie ever.
i also feel like Chan's more of an empathetic person — he'd rather let you speak and provide comfort, letting you cool down so that you can work up a solution later, since he understands that practical solutions are hard to think of when you're in a bad state of mind.
“darling, it's all gonna be alright. i’m here for you.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙇𝙀𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 —
it's obvious for the cat man I think, the moment you came over to his place with a bit of a sad face and told him how bad your day went, he'll immediately bring one of his cats and let them curl up to you even though he's a bit jealous that they're growing a liking for you faster than ever. i think minho would be more careful of what he says, solely because he tends to be more jokey and open in his conversation, and he doesn't accidentally wanna hurt you in any way, even though he knows you wouldn't really think that way.
will stay silent for the most part if you're crying, muttering softly “it's okay” and “you’re safe now” from time to time, just to assure you that he's totally listening and is ready to help you. of course you can't help but crack into a smile and let your worries fade away when sooni (or doongie or dori) purrs in your lap and snuggles against you while you pet it's head and minho pouts at that all cutely — immediately getting flustered when you point it out and peck his lips.
will blush when you thank him for being there and get even the slightest bit of sappy, and will either mask it under his smirk by saying something snarky or will kiss you to not let you notice it. and of course, being the loving, admirable boyfriend he is, he will totally buy bulgogi without waiting for an answer from you to lighten your mood because let's be clear, you're both huge foodies — perfect for each other.
“h-hey! this isn't fair, you're stealing both my cat and my heart.” :(
♡‧₊˚ 𝙎𝙀𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝘽𝙄𝙉 —
he gives me the “will throw a protective arm around your shoulder and peck your forehead from time to time” vibes. he'd actually be kinda sad and wish he could do something to help you, which is why he doesn't let go of his iron grip on you until he's certain you're feeling better and then cup your cheeks and nuzzle your noses together — an action he knows makes your heart flutter.
and of course, it works like a charm. you can't help the way your eyes crinkle and the smile that takes over your face when he does that, and especially not when he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. also, if it's not obvious — I think changbin is huge on intimacy. there's no way he won't be touching you in some way or at least staying close to you to make sure that you're doing fine. I like to think he's quite the opposite of how outgoing and loud he is in public — he'd be very gentle as though he's handling delicate flowers, voice so low that only you can hear anything he says.
will wrap his arms around you to make sure you feel super safe and comfortable and let you listen to his heartbeat, all whilst rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. he's another one on the "empathetic" category just like chan — he'd make sure you're feeling totally fine before bringing it back up and trying to work a solution with you, even if it means consoling you a whole day — he just wants you to feel okay.
“bubs don't cry :( i will personally fight every single person who dared to make my y/n sad >:(” (of course he'd say that just to make you laugh, and of course, it works.)
♡‧₊˚ 𝙃𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉𝙅𝙄𝙉 —
oh this guy!! this motherfucking gentlest sweetest kindest super romantic fellow ever >:( when he sees you sad, oh, he won't even wait to ask you what's wrong, he'll immediately lift you into his arms (extra points if it's piggyback riding) and carry you all the way to your favorite floral cafe or a secluded area of an open park so that you can feel free and calm down from that stuffy office you work in. he'll shiver a bit when you nuzzle into his neck from behind and place a soft kiss that leaves his heart melting, but will keep himself composed because he doesn't wanna get caught flustered he wants to make sure you're doing fine.
also since he's idk the most gentle person (🙄) ever he'd also get you your favorite drink to sip and once you're done with that, he'll silently pull you to the nearest bench and let you lie on his lap facing towards him and trace the curves of your face gently with his fingers. honestly most of the silence with him will never feel awkward because he always seems to be conveying so much with just his eyes and the way he looks at you, his voice is also very gentle and sweet when he speaks, and you'd almost fall asleep hearing to him talk if it wasn't for the ticklish feeling of his fingers tracing softly over your face and his other hand gently rubbing your forehead.
i feel like hyunjin’s the more confident kind — he'd openly try to suggest some ways to solve any issues you have or to combat any emotions, but he will say that keeping in mind of your mental state. he's more of a “practical approach” kinda guy, but you don't mind it since his opinions 99% of the time are rational and well thought out, and the rare occasion where you don't seem to agree, he'll just not push at all (again ugh pls why you gotta be so sweet 🙄) and will wait for you to come up to him if you need help.
“thanks for bringing me here. I really needed it.” “dont thank me baby, as long as you're happy.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝙅𝙄𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂 —
han jisung will immediately go "squirrel hug!!!!" and then drag your ass to your favorite ramen place whether you like it or not because he's dated you long enough to know that distractions work best for you when you're feeling down. he'll also make sure to go extra squirrel mode since you know how adorable you find it when he fills his cheeks with food and eats in that signature jisung™ way. he also asks you to walk with him while eating, so it's nice to feel some fresh breeze blow away your worried and let you just .. focus on how much in love you are with the person standing beside you right now.
once he's done with his ramen he'll be the one clinging onto you, pouting and whining about how he wishes you'd smile for him. of course, he makes sure he doesn't go too overboard, but you can't really be mad or annoyed at him when he's that cute, really. i thjnk he'd be the kind to silently thread his fingers with yours and do that thing where you run your thumb along the back of the other person's hand for reassurance. as cheesy and loud as jisung can be at times, he tries to treat you as gently as you can, and would rather not bring up the topic at all until you bring it up yourself, so that he knows you're fine with talking about it.
will also make sure to peck your lips at least 19938383737 times when you're sad, and the rare occasion where he isn't, he'll probably be kissing your cheeks. he just really loves how your face just lights up when he cups your cheeks and squeezes them gently and,,,,, oh man you have his heart fluttering so hard he can't help but kiss you all over :(
“babyyyyy please don't be sad :(((( if you're sad then I'm gonna be sad too :(((”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙇𝙀𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙓 —
what do you expect he's the sunshine boy... if he even dares to hear the words “i’m not feeling nice today” or “i’ve had a bad day” he will immediately rush to your place and leave behind whatever he's been doing just to make sure you're safe and alright. Due to that, you tend to not reveal anythjng until after he's home, solely because you really don't want him to be stressed and worried when he's working.
oh he's such a caring angel :( he'll get you some of those small flowers on his way home and gently tuck them behind your ear before asking you what's wrong and placing another one in your hand. he'd have the "helping y/n when they're down" kit handy — blanket, food, cuddly boyfriend, tissues, flowers, and of course, lots and LOTS of affection. I think he's very similar to chan in the fact that he'd prefer words of affirmation and physical touch to convey his emotional support to you. will totally intertwined your fingers together and wrap another hand around your shoulders and kiss the back of your hand gently from time to time to lighten your mood, and how could you possibly stay gloomy when the sunshine himself is beside you?
He'd also hum a tune much like chan and let you listen to his heartbeat, and the soft vibrations from him are relaxing. eventually you end up with him snuggled into you and your fingers running through his hair, but you wouldn't have it any other way. he'd silently protest against how it was supposed to be him who’d do this, but he silently wishes for you to continue — plus, listening to the soft sounds he lets out when he melts into you completely are a treat in their own.
“i was supposed to be the one helping you out :( ....... please don't stop though.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙆𝙄𝙈 𝙎𝙀𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙈𝙄𝙉 —
i feel like seungmin is more of a silent appreciator. he realizes that sometimes you need space before you can come to terms with and move on from whatever got you in a bad mood, so he'd silently get you some warm tea and a soft blanket, just to make you feel comfortable. he'd silently massage your shoulders and hold your hand close to his chest, occasionally pressing a kiss to your fingertips. only when he's 100% sure that you wanna talk about what's bothering you, he'll ask you about it and let you rant to him.
i also feel like seung is such a good listener, and great at comfort. besides being the evil puppy that he is; i feel like he's similar to changbin in the way that he'd totally be the opposite to his fun and playful nature when you're alone, though the times where he is playful are surely appreciated. he also handles you like a fragile flower, his touch so gentle that you could almost cry (if you weren't doing that already). he would also use that special™ voice that only you're allowed to hear — that voice which expresses his concern, his worry and his love for you all at once. it's as though a part of him is trying to hold back from simply coddling you and wishing that the universe would go a bit easier on you, but like i said, seungmin realizes the value of personal space, so he doesn't prod too much.
that being said, if you act clingy, he will totally let you nuzzle into his neck and keep you as warm and safe as possible. seungmin isn't usually big on skinship, so the few moments when he is are usually filled with sweet loving touches. this little shit would sneakily place his hand under your shirt to trace patterns into your waist and back because he knows how much you love it, and personally loves to see you forget about what's bothering you, even for a brief moment and grow shy at his advances. and then of course, he'd offer to make you a nice, home cooked meal — your favorite and then if you're feeling too down, he'd even feed it to you. i will stop before i die from imagining this scenario
"shh, it's all right darling, i'll tell the boys i won't be going back to the dorm today."
♡‧₊˚ 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙅𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉 —
poor boy, he'd panic a bit but not so much that he wouldn't know what to do. he'd be a little shocked when he sees you crying, but then he'd silently scoot closer and sling an arm over your shoulder, unsure of what exactly to do in that state. he'd precede everything he does with a "may i?" and it honestly warms your heart when he leans against your shoulder and pats your head, trying to get you to calm down. i feel like he'd be pretty wordless with his comfort, trying to figure out what he'd ask you and what exactly to say while he shows his support through gestures.
will probably pull out a video game and go — "you wanna play? 🥺 it's really fun. come onnnnnn :(" and of course how can you really deny when he's pouting at you like that? plus, the game does end up relieving your anxiety and makes you feel a lot more free than before (plus jeongin purposefully letting you win even though you've never played before just to see that beaming smile on your face is a sure short way to get you to loosen up and smile). i think he'd be a little careful with physical touch since even though he knows you well, he wouldn't wanna make you feel like he's invading your private space, so he stays silent until he's sure you're doing better.
he'd also let you rant to him, and once you're done, he'd gently, shyly, peck your cheeks and then your lips, thanking you for telling him about your feelings. i feel like jeongin switches between the practical and the empathetic kind of person, but nevertheless, you're always happy after spending some time with him, because he's always so cautious and gentle with you, like you're his whole world and wouldn't wanna hurt you no matter what. and also when he looks at you with that signature jeongin smile and eyes, who's not bound to melt?
"thank you for telling me, baby. i'm really glad to see you smiling right now, you have such a pretty smile."
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Mason Mount
A - aftercare You’d be lying if you said that this wasn’t sometimes your favourite part about having sex, something about how soft and caring Mason becomes once the two of you have reached your highs just making you feel like the only girl in the world, and don’t get me wrong, he looks after you in the best possible way when you’re doing the business, but he’s just so much more attentive afterwards and he’s happy to kiss, cuddle and play with your hair as long as you need him to
B - body part Your ass, god he’s got an obsession with it, always catching him licking his lips whenever you wear *those* gym leggings or a tiny pair of shorts, and it’s got to the point where it feels weird not to have his hand glued to it twenty-four-seven
C - cum At the start of your relationship you were super strict about Mason wearing a condom, so it’s only recently that you’ve started to be a bit more adventurous when it comes to your orgasms, letting him try out all kinds of different things to see which you both prefer, whether that’s cumming on your ass, your your tits, in your mouth or inside your pussy, you’re still trying to figure that your one out, but it’s honestly the hottest thing knowing that at least one part of your body is decorated with his seed
D - dirty secret You’ve recently discovered the world of sexting, and it’s quite possibly your favourite thing, loving how you can pass your thumbs tapping away on your screen as ‘oh I’m just messaging my boyfriend’, when actually you’re begging him to be balls deep inside of you tonight whilst he fucks your pussy raw
E - exposed Not to jinx it but you haven’t been caught yet, there was one time where his mum came home from work early and you were face down on the mattress whilst Mason fucked you from behind, but that’s as close as it’s got, and fingers crossed it stays that way
F - foreplay Again, it’s something that’s taken time for the two of you to get into the swing of doing, but now it’s become an essential part of your sex lives, sometimes not even bothering to do the actual deed and instead just letting Mason eat you out whilst you suck his dick, loving how the other person can bring you so much pleasure in the most incredible ways
G - goofy At the start of your relationship there were a couple of times when you ended up in a fit of giggles, mainly because you were both worried incase you got ‘too’ into it and the other person wasn’t ready, but now you’re so much more comfortable around one another that it’s rare that you have outbursts of random giggles anymore
H - horny Mason finds it hard not to be when you’re his girlfriend, always wandering around with a boner because you look so good all the time, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye each time you come down wearing a tiny top or a little pair of shorts in the hope that you catch on to what he’s thinking
I - intimacy It’s such an important part of your relationship, taking you a little while to feel completely comfortable around one another but now you’re both so close, both emotionally and sexually, which obviously helps when it comes to the bedroom
J - jack off Normally he tries to keep himself under control, especially since he knows that his hand has nothing on yours, but there have obviously been times when he’s been caught out and he just has to relieve some of his tension, sometimes struggling to keep himself sane when you’re busy spamming him with messages explaining how you’ll be sucking him off later
K - kinks Mason’s got the biggest praise kink, loving how he thrusts deeper into your pussy or groans in your ear each time you call him your good boy, finding it so hot that those kinds of compliments just roll of your tongue without you even thinking, his brain fogging over with pure pleasure each time and causing his cock to almost explode
L - location You usually stick to the bedroom, obviously there have been occasions where you’ve had sex on the sofa halfway through a movie or let him bend you over the kitchen whilst you’re making dinner, but you much prefer to keep it under the covers
M - moaning That boy knows what he’s doing so it’s practically impossible for you to hold back your moans, always turning into a complete whimpering mess for him when he’s slamming into you, and Mason’s just the same, always grunting and groaning in your ear with each thrust because you make him feel so good
N - nudes You’ve both sent and received a fair few, Mason always choosing to pass his over when you’re out for lunch with your friends or sat at work, a series of photos of his rock solid cock appearing on your screen and causing the most furious blush to sweep across your cheeks, Mason finding it hilarious how you’ll get so turned on in an environment where you can’t do anything about it, only giving you a reason to punish him when you’re home
O - oral His favourite thing in the whole wide world is seeing you knelt before him with his cock in your mouth, fucking your face for hours on end just so that he can hear you gagging and spluttering around him, your eyes streaming with tears and rolling back into your head as his cock hits the back of your throat
P - position Mason’s got two favourites - doggy and missionary, his choice of position depends on the mood that he’s in, opting for doggy if he wants to be a bit rough and reach his orgasm quickly, but choosing missionary when he wants to be a bit more intimate with you, loving how he can be so much closer to you and how you can feel his thrusts so much deeper
Q - quickie You both prefer longer sex sessions but obviously when the seconds are counting down on the clock then you’re making the most of the time that you have together, letting Mase fuck you at the most ridiculous speed before he needs to go to training or before you’re about to head out for dinner with your mates, loving how you can go about your day afterwards as though you haven’t just had your brains blown out, nobody knowing what you’ve been up to other than you two
R - risk You’re not the biggest risk takers to be honest, preferring to keep your sex life exclusively between the two of you rather than sharing it with a whole car park or holiday complex, but saying that, you have let Mason fuck you on the balcony in the early hours of the morning and you’ve also sucked him off in one of the back rooms at Stamford Bridge, yet other than that it’s pretty much safe sex in the company of just you and Mase
S - spit/swallow Swallow, always, why would you want to waste the aftermath of all of your hard work? Mason finding it the hottest thing ever that you don’t even have to contemplate your next move when he cums in your mouth, giving him your best innocent eyes or a little wink before you’re swallowing it down without any hesitation
T - toys You’ve got a vibrator that occasionally makes an appearance when you feel like you’re missing something in the bedroom, but nine times out of ten, you just let Mason do the work, his cock hitting all of the places that no toy could and his fingers rubbing your clit in a way that feels so good that you can’t even compare it to a vibrator, both of you preferring to be the people that bring each other pleasure, rather than letting a toy do the work
U - unfair Never ever ever, Mason’s honestly the sweetest person when it comes to sex so he’ll never cum before you, and even if he’s desperate to reach his orgasm, then he’ll try and hold off until your pussy is spasming around his cock first, hating seeing you begging and whining for him to let you cum so he’s always making sure that your needs are met well before his own
V - volume You can be prettyyy loud, which isn’t really hard when Mason fucks you so well, loving how you can scream his name as loudly as you want when it’s just you and him, your moans bouncing off the walls and echoing in his ears for hours afterwards, honestly finding your whines and whimpers so fucking sexy, especially since he knows he’s the only one making you feel that way
W - wild card Mason’s recently invested in a Polaroid camera to try and capture some of your best memories together, and somehow it’s managed to make its way into the bedroom too, resting on his bedside table until the perfect photo opportunity arises, taking a few snaps and hiding them away ready to look at when you need a bit of inspiration
X - x-ray It’s a good size, a veryyy good size, well and truly filling you up and managing to hit all of the right places, so you definitely aren’t complaining, even if it does sometimes take you a while to adjust to his length, much to Mason’s satisfaction
Y - yearning He’s always in the mood to fuck you, I mean, who wouldn’t be when they’ve got such a pretty girl as their partner? Always catching him staring at your ass or letting his mind run free when his gaze brushes over your tits, but you don’t mind, because secretly you’re doing exactly the same to him
Z - zzz It’s hard not to fall asleep after sex, particularly your longer sessions, and regardless of whether it’s emotion-based or rough, it’s still wearing you both out and you can’t help but collapse in each other’s arms and drift off into a deep sleep afterwards, staying in the same position until the sun starts rising and you’re woken up to the memories of last night
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bakugou is babie
i saw a tweet/fanart about bakugou’s mommy issues slipping out and now my brain is festering
cw // fluff, soft bakugou, comfort(?)
it was easy to see that katsuki wasn’t totally used to your affection. and while he pretended to hassled or unaffected by it, he still accepted it. you just never realized to what extent he actually liked it until you started living together.
you were used to his tsundere side, his obvious dishonesty to hide his feelings was a habit you’ve seen in him long before you started dating. but sometimes you wondered how he grew to be that way. it wasn’t only when he was hiding when he was pleased, but also when he when made mistakes.
those were already rare occasions on their own, but when he messed up something he knew was his fault, he would actually clam up and wait for you to react like you’d explode at him. so when you would only sigh and clearly explain your feelings to him, share why it was you were upset or disappointed in how things turned out, and still tell him you loved him at the end of it, he would look at you like you had sprouted something out of your head.
perhaps a halo, in his eyes. because you only continued to react like this when he made mistakes or unintentionally upset you, and you still would make him lunch or fold and put away his clothes for him or kiss him goodnight. you only held him to the expectation that he would learn from his mistakes and do better. and he would, but he still always seemed bewildered that you’d treat him with kindness and care, no matter the situation.
“i don't get how you still got so much patience for everything." he said one evening as he was cuddled into your chest, lying on his stomach between your legs on the couch with his arms wrapped around your waist.
he really liked this position. at the beginning, you expected him to prefer to be the one holding you in his lap or being the big spoon or supporting your head when you fell asleep watching a movie. but this position makes it easier for him to feel close to your heartbeat, and for you to run your hands through his hair. you've come to realize that despite having the hardest exterior of all, he seems most at peace when he's in your warm, supportive hold.
"well, if no one had patience with others, no one would have the courage to improve."
"hmm..." he hums vaguely into your chest before settling himself deeper into your body.
you just chuckle and think he's going to leave it at that, but eventually he says, "i'd always get my ass beat for messing up. or talking out of line. or being dumb."
"yeah, it's kind of weird because your mom is honestly the sweetest person otherwise." you laugh as you recall how easily she would switch between doting on you and shouting at katsuki when you visited the bakugou household. you can practically hear katsuki pouting against your chest, which only makes you laugh more before you offer some extra head and neck rubs, "she loves you though. i think she just wanted you to grow up to be a strong kid. which you did."
"tch." he scoffs, moving his head to make it easier for you to get to his neck, "if it was anyone else, she'd have raised some quiet, intimidated loser. she's fucking lucky it was me."
you hold your tongue in pointing out that he is an exact copy of her, which is why he turned out okay. but you can sympathize with the fact that growing up with tough love makes it harder to accept or express different forms of it.
it took a while to figure out what he was comfortable with and what he actually liked when you went out of your way to take care of him, but now he's tucked snugly into you without a worry in the world outside of this room. he trusts you to hold him while he's being vulnerable and you feel more than privileged to get to see this side of him, and be the rock for someone who's already so independent and amazing on his own.
being with him is a delicate balance of knowing when to give and show just enough without making him feel embarrassed about wanting it. but you've come to read him well enough to know when he wants to be the man and when he wants to pout and be hugged. and you'll happily baby him to his heart's content when he craves it.
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#drabble#okay this didn't turn out to be as deep as i expected it to be#was kiiinda hoping to explore more of the deepset psychological effects of his childhood but then that got way too long so#yeah we'll just keep it like this until someone tells me to get Deep with it#no beta#mha#mine
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La Squadra Esecuzione as Best Friends Headcanons
Formaggio - Very chill, first and foremost, he is down for anything to do. Videogames? He'll try to beat your ass. Cat cafes? Heck ye he is down - The type of friend who will coax you to cut class to hang out behind the school or climb over the school fence to hang around the local arcade or theatre. But if he get caught, he won't snitch and he's willing to take responsibility. Begrudgingly. - Ohhhh physical touch is bare minimum for him. He'll occasionally lean on you, perhaps shrink himself to fit himself in your pocket just to platonically cuddle and perhaps, use you as a transport. - Will high five you as a greeting, and will high five you as a farewell. Usually followed by a hug too uwu "Bro!" He holds his hand out for a high five, in which you instinctively grant him one, when he also entwines his fingers through yours and pulling you for a hug, patting your back for a second and pulling away. "I missed you bro!" - Prepare for dumb jokes, dumb puns that he effortlessly come up with as time goes by. You can't go on a day without him cracking a joke. You'd either roll your eyes at it or laugh along with him. There's nothing in between "You see that guy over there, bro?" He leans on you, arm draped around your shoulder as he points at a person from afar. "Yeah, what?" "I say... You'd be a perfect match." You glanced at him, hearing him shake a box of matches as he wiggled his eyebrows with a dumb grin. - *Finger guns and bro intensifies* Illuso - That weird person you don't see yourself associating yourself with somehow befriended him for some reason. Most likely started when you both started to wake up at 3 AM and meet in the middle of the dark, in the kitchen, wanting to grab something to eat. At first it is awkward, but soon you learned to bond through it! And soon enough, your midnight chats extended to become actual friendships! - Seems distant, but he cares. He's the type pretend not to care about you, but will glare (or more than glare depending at the severity) at people who hurt you. He is the 'I'm the only one allowed to insult them like that' type of friend. "Huh, Formaggio hasn't been teasing me. I wonder what happened." You wondered aloud, as you say beside your friend Illuso. "Must be because of his bruised jaw. The previous mission must've been tough for him." "Yeah... That..." - Probs touched-starved. He acts irritated and push you away when you try to hug him, but secretly loves it. If you stop trying to hug him, he'd be kinda sad but will not say anything. - This friendship includes you listening to him rant about every little thing, and brag about things he can't do. He appreciates you listening to be honest, and that's initially how your friendships started anyways. - Will use derogatory terms as a term of endearment. Please don't be offended, he doesn't mean any offense "Hey idiot! Get your sorry ass right here! Risotto said we have someone to take care of!" "Thanks, dumbass." "Eyo slut! Take a look at this fugly idiot!" - Does not have the habit of knocking. In fact, he just barges into your room, through the mirror. In more than one occasion has he seen you undressed but he couldn't care less about it. "Hey dumbass can I borrow your— hey, stop screaming! Anyways I ran out of hair ties, do me a solid—" - Everyone around you being confused to how you two are most unlikely to become friends, but you two are practically unlikely twins Prosciutto - You can not stop me from assuming he is quite the mom friend if you pry his shell hard enough. Perhaps a mom friend mixed with tsundere friend. "Hey! Drink your water or I'll break your ankles! No I don't care that we're in the middle of killing someone! I packed you some water and you didn't drink it! Well shit I didn't pack it specifically for you, I just managed to pack extra! Now go ahead and drink, I'll handle this one myself! While you're at it, coat yourself with sunscreen! If I hear you whining about being burnt, I swear to God—" - If you happen to be a mom friend too, you'd be bonding over the
mutual stress of having to look over the rest of the gang over a glass of wine as chaos around you ensues because you two decided to take a small break. "Formaggio and Ghiaccio is up at it again..." You sigh, swirling the content of your stemware as the distant bickering of the two aforementioned assassins echoed. "Just... Let's just lay low. It'll be over soon." Prosciutto sighs along as well, before downing his glass of whiskey. "Hopefully." And it didn't end, as it ensued and progressive got worse. Stands were called, knives were thrown, guns were shot. And two mom friends of La Squadra almost lost their voice from all the yelling and lecturing - Will scold you for your bad habits. Bad posture? He will walk behind you, press his knee on your back and roll your shoulders back whilst he lectures you about it. Messy time management? Will buy you crap to make you keep track of time. Sleeping so late? He will take whatever you're distracted with, demand you to turn your lights off as he lights soothing scented candles and tossing you some comfortable blankets to use. Barely taking care of yourself? Bro prepare yourself. "I don't understand how you live like this! You'd be dead if you were to continue that habit! At least help me help you to make you be better!" - Very blunt and honest to the point it stings, but he never lies to people he is closed to. He prefers being upfront with his loved ones and will try to rebuild their confidence and reassure them that they can be better than what they are. "When I say you're idiotic, you're but a burden, I mean it. You have all rights to be hurt by it, but don't just live with it. Prove me wrong, that you can be better than that and you'll be the best version of yourself. I know you can do it." - Will accept hugs, but will most likely not hug back. Maybe he'll just out one hand on your back and lightly stroke it, but that's it. But in rare occasions, he will return them too. Sometimes, he'll even initiate it. - Your connection to him as a friend has lead several advantages. No one in general can make a negative comment about you with Prosciutto around. His glare alone was scary and they would not wish to stick around and find out what he can do than just glaring. - Extremely appreciates when you help him around by simply carrying things for him, fetching him coffee and actually doing your damn job properly is enough to make him be filled with gratitude. Pesci - Baby. Okay, so this boy. Boy oh boy, he is baby. Take care of him, bro. Don't coddle him to the point of him being entirely dependent on you, but sis you can always reassure and make him improve himself! Perhaps a tamer version of his relationship with his brother. - You two will mostly likely be friends because you always defend him from the others from teasing him and rooting for him. He is very grateful for it and can't thank you enough. Either that, or Prosciutto paid you to babysit him. - Will constantly cling on your arm when he's anxious. It's up to you whether you'll snap at him and slap his hand away, or just let him hang around you. He'll just simply grab your wrist, and sooner and later he'd have his body pressed against yours, completely clinging on the entirety of your arm. "D-don't leave me, Y/N! I'm scared—!" - He is extremely thankful for you watching over him and protecting and by this, he tries to improve himself a lot more just so he can confidently say he can watch over you and protect you as well - Just the sweetest little thing, whenever he'd be away with Prosciutto for a mission he'd return home bearing gifts from travel and he'd give it to you. It would be something either miniature, or something practical like a knife sharpener or something. "I-I got this for you... I hope you like it! Big bro helped me pick!" - Honestly, I can imagine him just being the best, supportive and encouraging friend there could be. If ever you needed someone to confide in, he'd just sit and listen and will certainly not repeat what you told him to others. He'll try his best to comfort
you, taking inspiration to how you comfort him and will just try his best to make you feel better. "I know life is rough and hard and bad, but you always told me it will change and soon it all be over and better. It's good that you recognise you're in a bad place, now you need to take a break and then later you won't even know you've already forgotten your problem! It's okay to be sad, too, but not for too long." - The type of friend that will share anything he has. He has a cookie with him? Shit, he'll split it in half and give the other half to you. Some soda? Well I hope you don't mind drinking from the same can as he is, he will give it to you. Melone - So this nerd isn't a complete creepy pervert, not entirely at all. He's chill for most of the time, so he's a neat company if you don't mind him bombarding you with questions regarding your genetics, heritage records, blood type, zodiac signs and whatnot. But knows when to stop. - You most likely befriended him because he is one of the chill people in the group... Somewhat. Or perhaps you just started to bond over mutual love for steamy, erotic novels from the same author. If this man has shame, his guilty pleasures would be reading these types of trashy novels filled with smut. - He is great as a wingman. Complain to him about your lack of a love life, he'll observe your types and he'll somehow come up with a list by the next day enthusiastically listing them to you in a PowerPoint presentation. "If you're into girls, I have this one right here! She's compatible with your zodiac sign, although she has quite the temper she can be extremely passionate and affectionate— or perhaps you're into men, that I have as well. Several, actually. This other fellow right here is also a part of Passione from the Human trafficking branch, stoic and quite a stern one, but knows when to lay low at times and appreciate those around him— either him or the girl, you'd make good babies together!" "Melone, what the fuck—" - Very touchy. He'd lean his head on your lap as you both read on the couch, or randomly put his head on your shoulder during meetings, grab you by the arm while crossing the road, smacking your ass as a greeting (if you tell him stop, he'd stop of course), will pretend to kiss you just so he can see your reaction, anything. He is one affectionate nut that he sometimes forget about personal spaces. If you're not particularly fond of being touched like I am, simply tell him nope. I mean, he'd be sad but will respect your boundaries. The only time he'll actually respect established boundaries, to be honest. - Knows the most random facts and will share them to you for the fun of it. Additional to that, he will also mutter his shower thoughts and random cursed facts out loud just so he can curse you with the knowledge and confusion. "Did you know that dolphins masturbate using dead fishes? Also, there was an experiment involving dolphins in which one of the scientist fell in love and had sex with it. Another fact, is that dolphins are also seen doing the deed—" "Okay, Melone, I get it! Dolphins aren't as innocent as they seem! Stop ruining it for me already!" ... "Did you know that a woman once used mayonnaise as a lubri—" "MELONE!" - Being his friends meaning being his impulse control. If he intends to use his Stand on some innocent passerby just for the heck of it (for science, as he claims), smack him by the wrist and glare at him. If he eyes a particular someone for too long that the person gets too uncomfortable, try to divert his attention away. "Ow! Y/N what the heck—!" "What did I told you about oogling at people? It's impolite and creepy, stop that!" - He may not seem like it, but bro he cares a lot. If ever you had a problem, he'd sit and listen, offer you his shoulder to cry on, and perhaps hang out to divert your attention away from what's bothering and hurting you. And if you need advice, he'll try his best to come up with a flawless solution to your problems. But if comfort is what you need, his arms are open baby. Ghiaccio
- Bro you must need emergency ear plugs for this one, he is a massive screamer, a ticking time bomb with no timer that will erupt at random. If ear plugs aren't enough, cover your ears. - Befriending him was an impulse control befriending him. Well, all you did was to constantly try to calm his tits and cool his head to the point he actually barges in your room to hang out so that he can cool his head from all of the shenanigans occuring all around him, or maybe he just had another thought about something maddening about the world. "WELL WHY?! WHY IS WOMEN'S CLOTHES SIZING CHART DIFFER FROM EACH STORE?! THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE! INCHES AND CENTIMETRES EXISTS FOR A REASON, DAMNIT!" - There are moments where he isn't screaming, thankfully and he's a decent person to talk to. If you're a listener, he'll do the talking, just ranting about things, rambling on and on, before complaining, and then another outbursts comes out. By this, you simply sigh, put a hand on his shoulder and talk to him in a gentle, calming voice. It usually does the trick. Formaggio and Melone joked about this talent of yours as witchcraft. - He appreciates you a lot and honestly doesn't know what to do without you and by that, he knows he has to reciprocate the care you give him somehow to show he is grateful of your friendship and care. He isn't the type to be physically affectionate, but he is extremely thoughtful about his closed loved onesa and prefers to be practical about it. He would save you your seat in meetings, fetch you snacks if he ran out for an errand, etc etc. Extremely observant of your mannerisms, that he might point that out to you and you won't even realise you do that. - So like, he is very protective as a friend. He will do something whenever someone has wronged you in any way. The others teasing you? Bam, he'll shoot them back with a witty insult. Your s/o cheated on you? Ohohoho boi, be prepared to see their name on a headline on the daily news. Your order was wrong? Bam, he'll have the waiter shaking in fear from a screaming, angry Italian mafioso as he demands for them to remake your order correctly. "WELL CAGACAZZO?! QUIT STANDING AROUND AND GET ORDERS CORRECTLY—" "G-Ghiaccio it's just a minor thing, let it go—" "THEY SERVED YOU AN INGREDIENT YOU SPECIFICALLY TOLD THEM NOT TO INCLUDE BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO IT! WHY ARE YOU LETTING THIS SLIDE OFF?!" - All in all, he's just glad you're there for him because damn, someday his temper is going to get the best of him and he doesn't know what to do. And with your friendship, he's learned how to cope with his spontaneous anger by carrying soothing stuff to ease his nerves (courtesy of your suggestions and gifts for him) - Basically the dynamic of a rapid gremlin with rabies and a calm, sunshine personified angel. Everyone (Riz, including, but he's more subtle and dry about it) joked about the unlikely friendship, and how your ears must've lost a little bit of hearing capacity. Rissoto - I feel like he'd be extremely attached to a childhood friend. You've been friends since before you underwent the drastic change by going through a lot to get to where he is now, and still the only person that stuck around with him was you. By that, you became the most trusted by him due to the fact you've known each other for very long. - As his best friend, you're his confidant and finds himself often going to you if ever he needed advice, or needed to vent about his stress. He really isn't vocal but when he's confiding in you, his words spill out of his mouth usually sealed tightly just steadily flows, his big strong Capo veneer falls apart in front of you but he doesn't necessarily feel unsafe by being vulnerable. That's how he trusts you. - No one will dare to bad mouth you in front of the Capo, or else there'd be hell to pay for. I mean, teasing is fine, he knows you can handle burns from team mates here and there (and will silently smirk at it) but he will not stand it if they attempt to belittle you for something unreasonable. "Watch your mouth. That was
out of their control, stop blaming them for something they can't do." - The type of friend that doesn't know how to comfort someone, but will try their best. So as you spill your heart out, tears, snot, sweat and all, he'll just pull you to his chest and awkwardly pat your shoulders to get you calm and comforted. Not to mention, he is extremely stiff at the hug and is very unsure what words to say to you to not upset or offend you any further, so he'll just ride it out smoothly, and let you let it all out on his chest. It's not like he can't wash your tears, snot and sweat on his chest anyways. - Since he is very non-vocal, he's a good listener so rant all the way! Complain about the weather, about your lack of love life, about how underpaid the hitmen team is, anything! He won't find the perfect response, so he'll just nod along and perhaps comment occasionally on what your saying. "So like, ugh, I am soooo frustrated at how Prosciutto could say that to Pesci! He makes a good point, but it's redundant for him to be too harsh on him! Look, all I'm saying is, maybe Prosciutto should start choosing his words correctly so that Pesci won't feel too upset! You know???" You glanced at your friend, as he simply sat attentively beside you. He nods silently as a response. "Anyways—" - Extremely great at deduction and the way he reads people so easily is so unreal. And so he uses this to his advantage to know what's up with you whenever you seemed off. By this, he's able to tell whenever you're upset but scared to talk about it, frustrated but too busy to talk about, etc etc. And with this, he takes the time to drag you to take a seat, and talk about what's been bothering you. If you don't wish to talk about it at all, he'll let you be after with a reassurance that you can overcome whatever the heck you're going through. - Everyone is surprised that you two aren't married??? That you're just friends??? The way you two look just makes you two look like a couple and it boggles the others how you two aren't one.
#la squadra x reader#platonic#jjba part 5#jojo golden wind#formaggio x reader#prosciutto x reader#pesci x reader#illuso x reader#melone x reader#ghiaccio x reader#risotto x reader#headcanons#friendship#x reader
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hewwoo!! can i ask a hc for the main three boys (separately) with a fem idol!reader? she's an all rounder idol and visual for her group. like, what will they react to it? do they listen to her group's songs? do they collect her merchandise (like album, photocard, etc). and yeah something like that, ehehe. thank youuu!! have a nice day!
This was fun!! Thank you for requesting!! ❤️💜❤️
Midoriya Izuku 💚
-Of course Mido knew who you were!
-I feel like he always keeps up with the trends and always check out new groups, so yes, he knows you!
-When you first met, he was so excited, he asked for an autograph and pictures and all that jazz.
-The reason you met was All might. He heard so much about your group and when he got the chance to work with you, he just had to bring Izuku with him.
-Once he calmed down, chatting with Midoriya was fun.
-That and also teasing him, loving how he blushed and stuttered at your compliments.
-After you two talked for a bit, and before he got to leave, you two exchanged numbers.
-At first texting was a bit awkward, but soon it became fun. Sending each other funny stories, hearing him talk about his newly found info about heroes, telling him about the new choreography you were learning.
-When you started dating, you tried keeping it on the down-low. You didn't really want fans to drown you in questions, and you being an idol and him being an upcoming hero, you tried to keep everything private.
-But you two are always supporting each other, wether it's hero festivals or just your concerts, you two are always together, so you should've known that your cover will be blown sooner or later.
-But even then, all the fans supported it. You two quickly become couple goals, you're always talking about him in interviews, he's always wearing your merch, you two are just perfect!
Todoroki Shoto 💙❤️
-Honestly I think Shoto doesn't know much about today's music.
-The only reason why he has even just heard of your name is because of Midoriya and Uraraka fangirling over your group.
-Well that being said, he really didn't know who you were when he got invited to one of those fancy parties and your group was preforming.
-The night went by and when you came down from stage you just wanted to sit somewhere quite and calm, for you didn't want to deal with the fans right now, you're too tired.
-And oh well, it happened to be next to Todoroki.
-Of course you knew who he was, son of a famous hero, top student in UA, who wouldn't know him.
-Anyway, you started talking to him, it was difficult at first but by the end of the night, you did manage to get him to smile and even chuckle just a little bit over your joke.
-It didn't happen immediately, but whenever he was invited to parties he started hoping that you'd be there.
-And when you were, he got so happy. You two always hang out together after your performances to chat and just catch up, exchange numbers after, just have a good time.
-He didn't really realize he had feelings for you, he just thought ge enjoyed your company, that was before Uraraka and Midoriya started blowing his phone up one day.
-The day after your last party, pictures of the both of you were all over the internet, rumors saying that you two were a couple.... He didn't mind those rumors.
-So without really thinking, he liked some of the news, not knowing what that might imply.
-Then you texted him, something that got him blushing and mind racing.
-"So you liked those rumors Shoto? Is that your way of asking me out? Hahaha"
-"Yes"
-Yeah that's literally how you two started dating.
-Anyway, Shoto doesn't listen to your music in a daily basis, it's just not his cup of tea, but he always checks out new songs, compliment your dance moves, tell you how incredibly beautiful you are in the photoshoots.
-He doesn't wear your merch, but he does have a little keychain, or bracelet, or smth small like that, that when the fans noticed, thay couldn't help but find so sweet and romantic.
Bakugou Katsuki 🧡
-He knew you since before you debuted.
-In his free time, he likes to go hang out at his parent's styling agency, and it happened that they were in charge of styling your group.
-You always greeted him with a smile, and whenever he looked in a not too terrible mood, you'd try to strike a conversation with him.
-Which wasn't always successful, but after a while he warmed up to you.
-Just like his determination to become the number one hero, you had the determination to become a super star, and that's what he liked about you. That's why you two were friends.
-When you became an idol, your friendship didn't change. You're the same old Y/n who'd ask him to go get ice cream at 3am,and he's still the same old Katsuki who'd make fun of your hair before ruffling it.
-With everything going on with both of your lives, you two never took the time to think about your feelings and realize it was all more than platonic.
-Until rumora started spreading that you're dating another idol. And Bakugou couldn't helo the boiling of his blood when he heard that. The shattering of his heart, the coil forming in his stomach.... It all must be a lie right? So he texted you to see.
-And of course it was, you reassured him that you had no feelings for the other star, that you were nothing more than just friends.
-"Great, good. Because you know Y/n, you belong to me!"
-And yed that might sound a bit possessive, but the hesitation in his voice, the dark blush on his cheeks, the averting of his eyes, all told you that he was being sweet.
-You didn't try to hide your relationship with him, but people are so used to seeing you together, and Bakugou wasn't a fan of showing pda, so no one realized the shift in your relationship.
-But the longer you dated, the more comfortable you became with each other. You'd walk closer together, you'd smile more, even hug, sometimes hold hands, and on rare occasions, Bakugou would lean in to give you a little kiss. And that's when the fans' minds blew away.
-Of course he'd have all your albums, wether he listens to them or not, it doesn't matter, he just wants to support you. And you do the same for him; posters, figurines, books...
-The sweetest thing that has ever happened was when he was seen wearing a fan-gifted shirt that had a selfie of the both of you on it.
-Fans honestly are dying over your relationship, you're so supportive of each other, and clearly head over heels for one another, they can't help but love you!
#bakugou katsuki x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#midoriya izuku x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#deku x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#todoroki x reader#midoriya x reader#bnha midoriya#bnha deku#bnha#bnha bakugo#bnha bakugou#bnha todoroki#bnba#bnha x reader#bnha headcanons#bnha fanfiction#request
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Baking Cookies
All Brothers x gn!MC
Format - Scenarios / Headcanons
Words - 2633
Content warnings - tooth-rotting fluff, some implied sexual activity (nothing explicitly stated or described)
Prompt/Inspiration - MC bakes cookies for Mammon, AO3 request
Summary - You spend the day baking cookies and spending some quality time with your favorite demon.
AO3
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Baking was perhaps one of your favorite hobbies. For special occasions you always whipped something up for your friends and family. And everyone could always count on you to bring oodles of cookies to holiday parties.
Since being in the Devildom, however, you haven’t been able to bake anything and you were sorely missing your hobby. Finally you decided to ask Lucifer about it and he arranged to have some human realm ingredients and kitchen appliances brought in for you.
While you were getting things set up in the kitchen, you suddenly felt some arms wrap around you from behind. When you turned to see who it was you saw….
Lucifer
He pressed a kiss to your temple when you turned to look at him, smiling warmly at you
He had come to check in on things and make sure that everything had arrived in working order
You thank him for his thoughtfulness, pecking him on the cheek in return
He wants to know what you plan on making, so you tell him about your favorite cookie recipe
He gives you another kiss to your head, and then says he has to go finish some RAD related things
But he asks that you bring him a cookie when they are done
And promises to come check on you later if he gets the chance
After spending most of the day in the kitchen, you finally have all your cookies on cooling racks
You realize then that no one else has bothered you all day
The fact that Beel never made an appearance strikes you as especially odd. You had even made extra so you could make sure you still had enough for everyone else if he popped in for a snack.
Hesitant to leave your cookies unattended, you text Lucifer and tell him that you’re done and voice your concerns
He explains he had placed a small spell on the door to keep the scent of your baking contained, so your cookies will be perfectly safe for the time it takes for you to bring him a couple yourself
When you arrive in his study, he’s still working diligently, but pauses briefly when you enter to call you over to his lap
Not wanting to stop working, he asks that you give him a bite
You of course give him what he wants, and assuming he’s trying to embarrass you, make sure to maintain eye contact with him the whole time
This results in a rare blushy Lucifer moment 😍
You take a bite of the same cookie, and he comments that there is some chocolate on your lips (there isn’t)
When you go to wipe it away, he stops your hand and kisses your lips
“Here, let me get that for you.”
After he pulls away, you smirk at him and inform him he has some chocolate on his own mouth
Needless to say, he isn’t getting much work accomplished after that
And it’s entirely possible that the rest of your cookies get discovered (and consumed) while you are...busy
Mammon
He’s very curious about what you’re up to
Wants to know if he can help, he’s kinda excited about the idea of making cookies from scratch
You tell him he can stay, but he has to listen to you exactly
He agrees “Of ‘course I can handle some bakin’. How hard can it be?”
Poor, sweet summer child
To his credit, he tries, he really does
But you finally have to stick him on “fetching detail” because of the utter chaos that results when he does anything else
There is flour everywhere, vanilla extract and other liquids are spilled on the counters, he’s probably dropped a few eggs too
By the time you get the first batch in the oven, you’re pretty worn out. It reminds you of baking with a small child, honestly.
You look up at Mammon, and he doesn’t seem to be having as much fun as you would have thought
He’s noticed the mess all over the kitchen, and starts to feel self conscious about how much trouble he’s caused
But you know the best way to distract him...is by teasing him
Hopping up on the counter next to the mixing bowl, you call him over so that he’s standing between your legs. He wraps his arms around your middle and rests his head on your shoulder
You return his hug, kissing his cheek, and thanking him for the help
“I couldn’t have done it without The Great Mammon.”
You then ask him if he knows what the best part of making cookies is
He lifts his head up to look at you, curious and feeling a tiny bit better
You then scoop some cookie dough out of the bowl with your finger, and act like you’re about to offer it to him, only to put it in your own mouth instead
He blushes. Hard. Which makes you smile
You go to do it again, and this time he catches your wrist and...helps himself to the cookie dough
After that, there is a lot of laughter and giggling that can be heard from the kitchen
In the end, you only manage to make a single batch of cookies, but you wouldn’t have had it work out any other way
Leviathan
He’s resting his head on your shoulder so you can’t see his face, so you give him a quick peck on the top of his head
You honestly hadn’t expected for Levi to join you, you knew he could bake too, but he had said he was busy today with whatever otaku stuff he does when you’re not there
He mumbles something about being bored and lonely, so you ask him if he wants to help and immediately perks up and agrees
You two make a great team, and manage to get things done in record time
You and Levi sit on the ground next to each other, backs against the cabinets, playing mobile games together, while the cookies are baking and cooling
The cookies you had decided to make were sugar cookies, thinking that Levi would get a kick out of decorating them
And you would be right
You’re amazed at the level of details he’s able to draw with royal icing. They’re almost too cute to eat
He’s a mixture of proud and embarrassed as you compliment him on his cookie decorating skills
You take lots of pictures so you can post on Devilgram and brag to everyone about your amazing boyfriend
Asmodeus is probably the first one to see your posts about the cookies and he hurries to the kitchen to see them himself
Cue another round of bragging about your boyfriend and his cookie decorating skills
Poor boy is getting pretty embarrassed now, especially since he can hear the rest of his brothers coming down the hall to see what all the fuss is about
So you gather up a plate of your favorites and make a hasty retreat with Levi to his bedroom, locking the door behind you
You climb into his tub with him, sitting between his legs and reclining onto his chest, with one of his arms around your waist
He puts on some movie that he knows you both enjoy, and you eat your cookies together while relaxing
When the movie is over (and the cookies all eaten), he hugs you close and hides his face in the crook of your neck
He tells you he’s had a lot of fun today, and that it was worth missing his gaming live streams for
And that’s probably like the sweetest damn thing he’s ever said to you 💗
Satan
He immediately asks you if he can help
He loves learning, so baking with you seems like a great way to pick up a new skill
He makes for a really great helper: follows directions to a T, asks plenty of questions, precise in his measurements
He’s also really good at keeping the kitchen neat and orderly
As you prepare to put the last batch of cookies in the oven, you watch Satan start cleaning up and wonder why his room is such a mess if he can be so meticulous in other areas
Once the cookies are in the oven, you begin to help Satan tidy up
Until…
You stumble a bit and Satan catches you
But...you had been carrying a bag of flour
Now...you are not carrying a bag of flour
Satan is covered in a POOF of white and you immediately start apologizing and trying to clean him off (while trying desperately not to laugh because honestly he looks pretty ridiculous)
He picks the bag of flour up off the flour, without saying a word, then looks at you, and then the bag, and then back at you before smirking
You start to get a very bad feeling about this
Before you can even blink, Satan has grabbed a handful of flour and tossed it right in your face
A food fight of epic proportions ensues
It does not stop until Lucifer can be heard stomping down the halls
“MAMMON what have I….”
Lucifer freezes when he enters the kitchen
You and Satan also freeze
And the three of you just stare at each other
“What is going on here…?” Lucifer finally asks
“Baking cookies…?” you reply
“...baking cookies…”
Lucifer then turns and leaves as quickly as he came. He does not have the time to deal with this. And it’s you who is at fault here. He’s not even sure what he’s supposed to do. Yell? Hang you from the rafters? He decides that’s a problem for….later.
You and Satan burst out laughing as soon as Lucifer is gone
A few sweet kisses are exchanged before you decide to actually clean up
Once the cookies are out of the oven and cooling, Satan invites you to his room for a much needed shower
“Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course.”
And you are very much comfortable with it
Asmodeus
He’s come to check on you and see what all your excitement from earlier had been about
You explain about the cookie recipe you were going to be working on and ask if he wants to join you
He’s more than happy to help you, and was actually hoping you’d ask
He then presents you with a set of matching aprons to wear while you work, one for him and one for you
Asmo is a pretty good helper overall, but he’s very playful too
Lots of chocolate flavored kisses, cookie dough sampling, and pats on the ass
(You’ll probably have flour handprints on your ass, make sure to give him a matching set though)
It takes a little bit longer than normal for you to finish all you had planned, but you don’t mind. You really enjoyed having Asmo there to keep you company
While you start cleaning up, Asmo says he’s going to draw a bath for you so you can get cleaned off and relax
You make sure to grab a small plate of cookies to take with you, sorting the rest into pre-portioned and labeled boxes for the others to help themselves to
When you’re done, you join him in his room and are greeted by the most divine, relaxing scent you’ve ever experienced
Asmo emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a robe and quickly helps you undress
The two of you slip into the tub together, with you sitting between his legs as he massages your shoulders, and your scalp while he washes your hair
You didn’t realize how tense your muscles had been from hunching over the kitchen counters all day, but he makes quick work of all the knots and kinks and soon you’re feeling much better
You then swap positions so you can pamper your favorite demon as well, he of course can’t resist making all sorts of exaggerated lewd sounds while you wash his hair, which leaves you giggling/chuckling
When you’re done, he leans back against you and you drape your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, just holding him close and enjoying the soothing warmth of the water
After the bath, the two of you curl up together in his bed, taking turns feeding each other the cookies you had set aside, smiling and flirting, exchanging lots of sweet kisses
The Attic Club Sandwich (Beelzebub / Belphegor)
It’s Belphie who has his arms wrapped around you, resting his chin on your shoulder
Since Beel had sports practice today, you decided it would be the perfect opportunity to bake him some cookies as a surprise
Belphie is there to...supervise
He spends most of your baking spree clinging to you or hanging off you in some form
But he does help out occasionally when you ask him to hand you things or put stuff in the oven
You catch him sneaking chunks of cookie dough, “for quality control purposes” he says
You let it go since you’ve already planned on baking a rather large quantity to make sure Beel would get enough to satisfy himself
With the last of the cookies in the oven, you start to clean up and Belphie hoists himself on top of the counter next to the mixing bowl, helping himself to any leftover remnants of cookie dough he can scrape off
Insists he’s helping by “cleaning the dishes”
As you wait for the final batch to cool, you spend some time just cuddling your beloved bratty demon, standing in between his legs while he buries his face in the crook of your neck and holds you close
Beel arrives home around then and heads straight for the kitchen to find out what smells so good
His face lights up when he sees you and Belphie
You see Beel and greet him with a smile, walking over to give him a sample cookie
He lets you feed it to him, blushing like the adorable teddy bear he is
Satisfied that your cookies have been Beel Approved™️, you send Beel away to shower, exchanging a quick peck before he goes, and letting him know y’all will be waiting in the bedroom with the rest of the cookies when he’s done
Happy boi hurries off to take the quickest shower of his life, and you and Belphie head to the twins room
Belphie decides he can be a bit helpful and agrees to carry the rather large box of cookies for you
Which leaves your hands free to loop through his arm and walk with him
While you wait for Beel, you sit in Belphie’s bed and he snuggles up against you, his head resting on your lap and his arms wrapped around your legs
Says he doesn’t need any cookies since he ate enough while helping(?) you
He falls asleep almost instantly, baking(?) cookies is a lot of work for him
It doesn’t take long for Beel to finish washing up and join you on the bed, wearing some comfy lounge pants, wrapping his arm around your shoulders
He lets you feed him cookies for awhile, exchanging lots of sweet chocolate chip flavored kisses in between
He’s so happy and thankful that you thought of him today and prepared something special just for him, you make sure to tell him Belphie helped too and his smile gets even broader
When you start to feel tired, you rest your head on his shoulder and he polishes off the rest of the cookies on his own
Beel then presses a kiss to the top of your head, before snuggling closer to you, hugging you tight
Feeling warm, relaxed, and secure, you drift off to sleep between your two favorite demons
#gn!mc#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me belphie#lucifer x mc#mammon x mc#levi x mc#satan x mc#asmo x mc#beel x mc#belphie x mc#attic club sandwich#obey me headcanon#obey me scenario#all brothers scenario#all brothers headcanon#all brothers fluff
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Could I request just some general NSFW hcs of the sdr2 bois 🅱️lease?
NSFW headcanons for the SDR2 boyz!!!!
This is my fav type of request yes yes eyes (dance emoji dance emoji)
-Mod Souda
Hajime Hinata
He’s a very rough boy.
Like he is vv polite but he goes HARD like he’s aggressive with his touches and everything.
Bites your lip whenever you kiss.
He likes putting his fingers inside of you, definitely, and prefers to keep his face near yours so he can hear your little noises.
Doesn’t like any position that puts distance between your heads.
Oh my god and he definitely likes his hair being pulled.
Like both of your fists in his hair.
He grunts too! Not really the nosiest boy but he can let out noises when prompted.
One to dig his nails into your body, too.
There’s no way in hell you can run your hands down his bare chest without goosebumps running up his spine.
Very much appreciates tie pulling as well.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
Switch. Switch. Switch.
Likes taking.
He curses a lot, and holds a hand over his mouth.
You have to pull both of his hands above his head in order for him to stop trying to conceal his noises.
Doesn’t do terms like sweetheart or babe. More of a sir and master type of person.
A biter. Bites your shoulder, or your hand, or even something like a pillow.
The moral of this is - he is a noisy person and it embarrasses him so much!
Calls you a lot of no-no words and immediately gets flustered when you call him them back.
Can almost never have sex without something playing in the background. Whether it be music, radio, or something on the TV.
He is absolutely embarrassed of the noises everything makes.
A sloppy kisser when he’s close to coming.
Kazuichi Souda
Digs his nails into every bit of your skin he can.
Can rip clothes, and will rip clothes.
Especially underwear... with his teeth.
Beanie stays on during sex >0< (jk... unless).
Likes to hold onto the headboard with one hand, showing off his biceps. A little bit of a flex.
Plays his music, too. He’s absolutely never serious about sex.
He likes laughing and pinching you and cuddling against your hair.
You’re a little scared to have him go down on you because of his teeth, but his tongue is very long and very nice.
Not always one to take off all of his clothes.
Both of you will be half dressed, too taken control by love to care enough.
Likes it when you run your fingers through his hair.
Twogami
Fingers fingers fingers fingers.
Not a rough lover at all, he’s the sweetest.
Likes to run his hand up and down your sides.
And he falls asleep fast afterwards too!
His favorite thing is when you put your hands on his shoulders, running them up to his neck and through his hair.
Hair touches all the way!
And he runs his fingers through your hair as well.
Can never take his hands off of you!
After being with you for a long time, he will get less touch-starved, and he lasts longer in bed.
Or, usually, on couch.
Or kitchen counter.
Alright - anywhere.
Gundham Tanaka
Rough boy!! Very rough boy.
Will hold your hips so your skin can be as close to his as possible.
Likes to fuck his cum into you too, which is a rare occasion.
Wants you to suck on his skin, tainting every part of him.
You have to teach him what you want and teach him what he wants.
His kisses are always passionate though, even though he isn’t much of a kisser.
He has really long fingers too-
Refuses to have sex in any room with an animal in it. It has to be secluded.
Calls you the cutest - and devious - pet names when you fluster him.
Like, he usually gets really flustered in the beginning, but then gets really really into it and won’t get bothered by your taunts anymore.
Nekomaru Nidai
Tries not to break you in half.
Oh my god sorry but the image just came into my head - imagine like you naked with your ass in the air and he just runs his hands up and down your back in a massage bruh that would be delightful.
His hands are a work of art, always and forever.
Very much a you-pleaser.
Will do whatever you want no matter what.
He walks around the house shirtless all the time - and for what.
Even though he has the ability to rip off clothes it’s really not like he’d be willing to unless you’ve spent the whole day teasing him or something.
The slightest of your touches can make goosebumps run up his spine. Gets him a little excited.
Lowkey enjoys it when you degrade him.
Only lowkey thought - just a small bit... a tiny bit... definitely... haha.
The best at using his mouth. The best.
Worst at nOT BREAKING THE BED.
Teruteru Hanamura
On god this man is such a taker.
Sometimes a giver, just because he loves you so much.
Willing to do whatever you want though, like position wise or kink wise.
As long as it keeps you nice and turned on for him.
Calls you royalty related terms.
Likes to give you massages, just around the day, like hand massages when the two of you are laying on the couch together.
A touchy boy.
Okay but honestly he’s good at massages.
Like blowjobs, especially ones in public.
Not really one for handjobs.
Bites his bottom lip a lot. Even though he’s not much of a noise maker, he can let out his pent up energy through biting his lip.
A toy user, too, how dare I forget to mention.
Nagito Komaeda
A whiner. A whiny boy. Whine whine whine.
And a begger, too.
Very delicious, this boy. And he’s vocal about what he wants.
Nasty little drooler as well.
Licks your collarbones, your waist and your thighs.
Switch switch switch.
Sometimes when he’s overstimulated he’ll dig his nails into your skin, but usually it’s just soft fingers running up and down your back.
He instinctually will pull on your hair when he comes though, and apologizes right after.
On god this is getting me flustered thinking about how much of a sub this hoe is.
Comes quickly, often too quickly, which makes it fun when your goal is to overstim him.
#super danganronpa goodbye despair#danganronpa#sdr2#sdr2 boys#teruteru hanamura x reader#nekomaru nidai x reader#gundham tanaka x reader#nagito komaeda x reader#hajime hinata x reader#izuru kamukura x reader#kazuichi souda x reader#fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu x reader
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for the brotp game toni and rachel
also make sure to take care of yourself, drink water, allow yourself to rest <3 i hope your day gets better and that you have a good rest of august and year for that matter
Anon, you’re the sweetest, thank you and same to you <3
What in-jokes do they have with each other?
Okay, listen, i don’t know anything about sports, and obviously Rachel and Toni have had very different experiences, but I’m sure they eventually find out that they hated the same thing about locker rooms benches or the shower pressure at the gym, or that their coaches had very similar mannerisms, or something else that’s like an “only-athletes-will-understand” kind of joke. And then they become INSUFFERABLE ABOUT IT.
Are they the “I’ll pay this time if you pay next time”-type friends, or the “I’ll pay for my food and you’ll pay for yours”-type friends?
They ask for separate checks, unless previously agreed that one of them is inviting the other.
Who’s more prone to pranking, or otherwise messing with, the other?
Toni tries it, like, once, and then NEVER AGAIN, because Rachel’s revenge is brutal. (Which was Rachel’s goal all along. She loves Toni, but she loves her peace and quiet more.)
How do they text/message each other? Proper punctuation and capital letters, egregious overuse of emojis, mostly in meme format…?
Surprisingly, they both share a lot of memes and funny TikToks and stuff over texts. Like, more than you’d think.
Do they exchange jokey birthday presents, or deeply thought-out and meaningful presents? Or both?
They prefer to participate in group birthday gifts rather than having to come up with individual gifts. (Rachel is GREAT at making sure everybody contributes.)
They go on a road trip together. Who drives, who picks the music, who’s in charge of snacks?
Rachel drives. Rachel picks the music. Rachel is in charge of snacks. Toni sulks in the passenger seat the whole time, but has to admit that a) this is the most efficient road-trip she’s ever been on, b) Rachel has a great taste both in music and in snacks. (She tells Martha under a vow of secrecy. Martha definitely spills the beans to Rachel. Toni never hears the end of it.)
What do they think of each other’s family?
Rachel’s only interested in Toni being happy, so whatever Toni decides about her mom, she’ll support. She does tell Toni that she should give her mom a chance to prove herself. Toni is a bit intimidated/uncomfortable around Rachel’s parents - they’re well-off and smart, and a tad pretentious, even if they try to be nice. And obviously, Toni and Nora are friends.
Do they have any nicknames for each other?
They call each other by their last names when they’re annoyed at each other. But Toni also starts calling Rachel “Rach”, and Rachel feels weirdly emotional about it because only Nora used to call her that?
Who’d be the first to try and patch things up if they had a fight?
Toni, 100%.
One of their phones goes off in the middle of the night. Who’s calling whom, and why?
Rachel calls Toni in a rare moment of vulnerability, and they talk about stuff that’s been on her mind, and afterwards Rachel makes Toni promise not to say a WORD of this to anyone.
What’s their favourite funny story about something that happened to the two of them?
Honestly, I’m kind of blanking on that one. It would be sport-related though - like they agree to a dumb challenge, and they both fail spectacularly.
Would they do a joint cosplay? If so, who would they dress up as?
Absolutely not.
Do they have any TV shows that they watch together? Are there any shows they have wildly different opinions on?
They don’t really watch TV shows together, but they do watch sport games a lot. It’s actually one of their favorite things to do together, because nobody else in their friend group (except Martha and Dot, to a lesser extent) enjoys watching sport. The Olympics is a HUGE thing for them - they talk about it in advance, and reserve entire nights to watch their favorite competitions. Shelby, drily, starts referring to Rachel as “my girlfriend’s sport girlfriend”.
Which one is the “fight me” friend and which one is the one who tries to keep the peace and prevent their friend from punching a total stranger?
Toni usually. Though on certain occasions, Rachel WILL punch a stranger - and Toni does not stop her.
One of them comes up with an ill-advised but mostly harmless idea. Does the other one egg them on because they think it’ll be funny, or try and talk them out of it?
Rachel tries to talk Toni out of it, with limited success.
Who would win if they arm-wrestled?
Rachel, rip Toni’s dignity.
Who’s better at what type of video games, and how competitive are they when they play together?
They are SO competitive. And equally matched. This is a great source of conflict in their friendship. Rachel keeps a tally of her victories on the fridge.
One of them ends up in hospital for something serious but not life-threatening. What does the other bring along when they visit in order to cheer them up?
Rachel brings an entire bag full of things Toni loves - the right chips, her favorite drink, one of Shelby’s sweaters, her Nintendo Switch, books and comics - and then tactfully pretends not to notice the tears in Toni’s eyes.
How huggy are they?
Not at all, unless they’re drunk, in which case they’re the most touchy-feely friends you’ve ever seen. Nora’s phone is FILLED with compromising pictures.
What was the moment when they first realized that they’d become friends?
Being high on the island together. I think this is The Realization for a lot of the unsinkable eight friendships, tbh.
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dralshy’a ka’ra (brighter stars): chapter one || din djarin x reader
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Series Summary: In the lake country of Naboo, you and Din romance each other under summer’s brighter stars. || Part Two of Jate’kara (Lucky Stars)
Chapter Summary: After docking the Crest at the harbor, you and Din while away the afternoon exploring the city hand in hand.
Pairings: Din Djarin x Wife!Reader
Genre: Fluff, smut (eventually) | Word Count: 3.1k | Warnings: None!
A/N: So, I loved writing Mr. and Mrs. Djarin so much that I decided to give them a vacation after all the stress of Ciryc Ca’tra. Basically, it’s Din being the sweetest husband ever. It’s technically a sequel, but I’m fairly certain it can be read as a standalone series. Let me know what you think, and I hope you like it! ♡
“Isn’t the sunshine wonderful, Din?”
You tipped your face up towards the bright, cloudless Naboo sky, feeling the sun on your cheeks like a kiss from a dearly-missed friend.
You heard a soft laugh come through Din’s vocoder. “Yes, it’s wonderful.”
You looked over at him and gave him a bright, sun-squinty smile. “You’re not even in it.”
He was leaned up against the side of the Crest in its shadow, as relaxed as someone in full armor could be, his arms crossed over his chest as the sunshine glinting off the bay cast shimmering reflections on his beskar. You knew he was monitoring your surroundings with care - even in the port of Naboo, where you’d never known there to be any trouble, your husband was nothing if not observant.
“I will be,” he said patiently. “But there’s no use in me sweating through my armor before we’ve even docked the ship.”
You were waiting on the harbormaster to come by and check that everything was in place with where you’d landed the Crest, and even though you knew Din had done everything by the book, he still preferred to have a conversation with the person in charge wherever he left her. You came over to him, stepping into the shade from the Crest, and rested your arms over his.
“Hi,” you said with a smile, looking up at his helm.
He chuckled. “Hi, yourself.” He leaned in to gently tap his helmet against your forehead. “Are you happy to be back?”
“Yes,” you said, earnest and sincere. You’d only come back to your home planet once since you’d been married, and that was to let your family meet your new baby. That time, you had only stayed for a few hours - Din had worried about coming at all, as the authorities on Naboo surely knew the price on his head and didn’t care that the kidnapping was, in reality, the rescue of a youngling from a murderous Imperial warlord. But he knew how much it meant to you that your family be able to see and hold your new baby, and had whisked you and your foundling into your small village in the countryside under cover of night. The expression on your mother’s face when she held your baby for the first time was something you would always treasure, and you would never be able to truly thank Din for letting you have that, even as dangerous as it had been for him to arrange.
This time, you were here without the baby; you’d taken him to Sorgan, to stay with Omera and Winta for a few days, and you knew he was having the time of his life playing with the other children in the village for hours on end. Din had made good on his promise to take you on a trip after the frozen planet - somewhere warm, where you could rest and enjoy being with each other without a care in the galaxy. You also knew he was paying good money to keep your ship off the radar; an old ship like yours was bound to draw attention, and it was only with a generous amount of credits that it would be able to go by the New Republic regulations without getting flagged.
“Thank you for bringing me,” you said.
He nodded. “You’re welcome.” It was just like Din to treat grand love gestures as everyday kindnesses to you. You would have attributed it to the Mandalorian way of life, where selflessness was expected in every aspect of one’s relationships, but you knew the way he treated you with such gentleness and kindness without ever being asked or expecting anything in return was just in your husband’s nature.
“Are we going back to Trask after this?” you asked. You didn’t want to spend your holiday worrying about what you’d do after it was over, but you knew it had to be on your husband’s mind.
He studied you for a moment.
“I think so,” he finally said. You’d stopped there long enough to bring the frog lady to her husband and get the Crest halfway flyable again, and then taken it to Peli for more extensive repairs. It was almost as good as new, and it had taken you to Sorgan and then here to Naboo with little trouble.
“I still need to find the other Mandalorians,” Din continued. “I thought of letting you stay with your mother while I did, but...” He shook his head. “I don’t want to be apart from you like that. I can’t keep you safe if I’m not with you.”
You knew he was thinking of your baby as well as you, and you gave his hand a comforting squeeze.
“We’ll come with you to Trask,” you said. “I understand you not wanting to leave us for that long. But for now, the baby will be fine with Omera for a few days. You don’t have to worry about him.”
He sighed. “I know,” he said. “It’s just... it was harder to leave him than I thought it would be.” He seemed to think he’d said something wrong, and quickly tried to mend it.
“Not that I don’t want to be here with you,” he said. “I do. It’s nice to have a break and just be with you, cyare.”
You smiled. “I know what you meant,” you assured him. “It’s hard for me to leave him too, but he’ll be fine with Omera.”
You reached up and draped your arms around his neck; his hands moved to your waist and the small of your back, holding you close to him.
“And we get a few days all to ourselves,” you said. “With no broken ship and no horrible spiders and no frosty beskar.”
He gave a wry hum of agreement. “Basic requirements for any vacation, I think.”
You laughed. “I think so too, but with our luck, we should take what we can get.”
You could have stayed in his arms like that for hours, but you felt him straighten and pull away from you a little; you turned your head to follow his gaze and saw the harbormaster coming over to the Crest. You stepped back into the sunshine, content to let Din handle the logistics of docking the ship while you basked in the warmth.
“All set,” Din said after a few minutes, putting a hand on your back to gently get your attention. You opened your eyes and almost had to close them again at the bright shine of his beskar in the sunlight.
“Great,” you said. “Is that a defense tactic for you Mandalorians? Blind your opponent with your shiny armor?”
He laughed. “Knowing us, probably.”
You wound your arm around his and hung off him like a new bride, leaning your head against his bicep as you walked down the port street together. You drew attention - Din’s armor would always attract curious gazes wherever he went - but the people of Naboo were not aggressive or overly suspicious. Travelers of all kinds came to enjoy the sights of the beautiful city and the countryside, and as long as they didn’t cause trouble, the locals were happy to let them be.
“Do the people around here dress this fancy all the time?” Din asked.
You considered the locals that walked the streets, noticing their long, flowing dresses and ornately stitched suits that you’d grown up wearing and seeing everywhere in your childhood. You were so used to it that it hadn’t even occurred to you that it would seem out of the ordinary - you and Din were the ones who seemed out of place, with his armor and your plain shirt and trousers.
“Yes, but it’s not considered fancy,” you explained. “Even those who do manual labor still have some sort of detailed stitching or bright colors on their clothes.”
Din looked over at you, seeming to take in your outfit. “Do you miss it?”
You shrugged. “Maybe. Sometimes.” It had been a bit of an adjustment when you first married, but it just wasn’t practical to wear anything that ornate when you were the wife of a bounty hunter. It attracted too much attention and made for a clumsy getaway, if you ever needed to make one. It didn't bother you now, and you were happy to dress in a way more suited to your lifestyle, but you imagined it would be a fun change of pace to wear a pretty dress every now and then.
He put his free hand over yours where it rested on his arm, gentlemanly and comforting. “I’m sorry I can’t give you... nice things. The things you were used to when you lived here.”
“Oh, Din,” you said, looking up at him. “You don’t need to apologize. I love our life, and I don’t regret anything that had to change to let me be with you. I’d give up every nice thing in the galaxy to be with you if I had to.”
His laugh was a little regretful. “Haven’t you, for the most part?”
“No,” you said honestly, hoping he would understand how much you meant it. “I mean, yes, it’s very different from how I lived here, but I don’t care about all that stuff, Din. There’s nothing I’d want more than you and our son - nothing else would make me happy.”
His gaze was steady, and you wished you could see his expression.
“I love you,” he said finally.
You smiled. “I love you too,” you said, leaning your head against his arm once more. “And besides, your son would pull every last thread of beading off of anything I decided to wear that was fancier than this.”
He laughed, and you were pleased to hear that it was more relaxed. “You’re probably right about that, cyare.”
You walked arm in arm through the streets of the city, taking in the sights and sounds of the beautiful streets of Theed. Even when you lived on Naboo, you hadn’t ventured to the capitol much - your family lived in the hill country, and you only came into Theed for special occasions. In your travels with Din, you rarely visited such a bustling city center; most of his work was conducted on the scrappier, less hospitable planets.
You dragged Din to a halt in front of a market stall with all sorts of candies and sweets, spotting something you hadn’t had since childhood and now simply couldn't go another minute without.
“What is it?” he asked. He didn’t much care for sweets, but obliged your proclivity for them all the same.
“Plasma cloud,” you said, pointing out the pink swirls of egg whites and sugar. “My father used to bring them home to us when he came to the city on business.”
Din reached in a pocket on his belt and handed you a few credits, and you grinned at him with childish excitement.
“Thank you,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the side of his helmet before you went up to the stall owner for your treat. You came back with a bag of them in hand and one already popped in your mouth and handed Din his change.
“I’ll save a couple for you for later,” you said around another bite. They were better than you had remembered them, and reminded you of long summer days spent playing and waiting for your father to return home from the city.
“I know you don’t like candy,” you said, winding your arm around his again. “But you have to try a bite, at least.”
He chuckled. “I’ll try them for you, cyare. Are they good?”
You nodded. It was all good - the sunshine, your sugar-sticky fingers, Din beside you for a leisurely stroll through the city. You couldn’t remember the last time you and your husband did anything with leisure besides collapse in your bunk at night, and you determined you’d make a better effort to make happy afternoons like this one a priority for both of you.
“So, lover mine, where are you taking me?” you asked, happy to let him lead the way. He hadn’t given you any details about where you were staying while you were here, and you’d assumed you were going to stay with your parents, but it would have been impractical to dock in Theed and travel all the way to the hill country. You guessed he could have wanted to stay in the city, but that didn’t seem like him, and you looked up at his helm while you waited for his reply.
He looked down at you. “It’s a surprise.”
You grinned. “Okay. Is it somewhere in the city?”
“No,” he admitted. “We can stay for a while longer, but we should be heading out of the city before the sun starts to set. If I was drawing attention earlier, I'll be the most popular guy on Naboo come nightfall.”
You hummed in agreement. “It’s because of your winsome personality.”
He laughed. “Yes, that must be it. Mandalorians are notorious charmers everywhere they go.”
“Well, mine is,” you said. You traced the Mudhorn signet on his pauldron, the one that matched the pendant you wore around your neck. “I hope our kids grow up to be like you, Din.”
He looked over at you, perhaps as surprised as you were by the unexpectedly serious and heartfelt sentiment. You blushed, but you didn’t quite know why until you realized that you’d said kids, plural, and it had slipped out before you thought of the implications.
He seemed a little lost for words for a moment.
“Thank you, cyar’ika,” he said, and you knew how much he meant it. “That’s... very kind of you to say.”
As always, his humility endeared him to you. You touched your fingers to your lips and then to the bottom of his visor.
He was quiet, and you knew him well enough to know that his cheeks were pink under the helm. Then, most likely with a gentle smile, he lightly nudged his shoulder against yours.
“I hope our kids grow up like me too,” he teased. “I’m what the Mandalorians call a ‘ramikadyc mando’.”
You smiled. “Oh? And what does that mean?”
He shrugged, easing his discomfort with the self-aggrandizing nature of the joke as he explained it to you.
“It’s used to describe someone who takes on the best of Mandalorian training and lives it to the fullest. Endurance, determination. Confidence, but justified by their skill. I’ve had the pleasure of knowing several Mandalorians who deserve the title.”
You wanted to say that he deserved the title too, but you knew he’d be embarrassed by it and wave you off. You settled for pressing closer to him, and he pressed closer to you in return.
You whiled away the afternoon in the city, window shopping and admiring the beautiful architecture as the sun sank lower in the sky. Music drifted from the concert hall, dreamy and elegant as it mixed with birdsong and people’s friendly conversations. You stopped to admire a great swath of flowering vines that had covered the side of a weathered stone building, the deep wine color of the blooms catching the fading sun.
“Millaflowers,” you said, recognizing them from a dress your mother had when you were very small, hundreds of the little blossoms carefully stitched into the fabric. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
Din very carefully plucked one and tucked it behind your ear. “Even more beautiful on you, cyare.”
Your cheeks warmed as you reached up to touch his hand, surprised and delighted by the tender gesture.
“I love you,” you said.
He gave a soft laugh, affectionate and warm. “I love you too, ner sarad.”
You twined your fingers with his. “‘My flower’, right?” you translated.
He hummed in agreement. “It isn’t used that often, but I think it’s nice. I once heard an older Mandalorian say it to his wife, and I thought to myself that I’d like to call someone that one day.”
“Did you really?” you asked, endeared at the thought. “Oh, Din. You’re secretly a romantic, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” he said sweetly. You leaned close and he obliged you with a gentle tap of his helm against your head.
“Let me take you to bed,” he said softly.
You blushed; better than anything, your husband knew how to make you feel desirable, and you were pleased with the affection and want in his voice.
You put your arms around his neck. “Okay,” you said, your voice a little wobbly and lovesick. He put his hands to your waist and drew you to him, and you suddenly wished there wasn’t so much beskar between you.
He held you for a moment longer before he released you to take your hand, leading you back through the winding streets until you came to the lakeside on the opposite side of the city from the bay. The warm lights of the city reflected over the water, and lights flickered from houses nestled into the mountains that wound around the body of water that seemed to go on forever.
“That’s where we’re headed,” Din said, pointing out a small cluster of lights just visible around the curve of one of the mountains. “Near enough to the city, but no neighbors.”
You gave him a wry grin. “Any particular reason that might be important?”
You would have bet good money he smirked under his helmet. “Yeah. I’m not very neighborly.”
You gave his shoulder a playful shove, and his laugh was bright and warm even though his modulator.
“We’re taking the ferry there,” he said. “It should be here soon.”
For the sake of Din’s dignity, you didn’t start jumping up and down with delight, but you wanted to.
“Are we really riding the ferry?” you asked.
“...yes?”
You grinned. “I’ve never been on it before,” you said. “Mother’s deathly afraid of boats, and we didn’t go into the city with dad. I’ve always wanted to, ever since I was a little girl.”
He chuckled. “Well, I’m honored to be the one taking you on your first ferry ride, cyare. I’d have planned our trip a little differently if I knew you were that easy to please.”
You knew he was kidding, and you wondered what else he’d planned. Everything so far had been lovely; you didn’t need anything more.
“What else do you have planned, Djarin?” you asked, teasingly suspicious.
He cocked his head at you. “Haven’t you ever heard that patience is a virtue?”
You laughed. “Sure, but we both know I’m as impatient as they get.”
He gave an affectionate hum of agreement. “Yes, cyare. I know.”
He put his arm over your shoulder and drew you close, his posture relaxed and open. You leaned against him as you waited for the ferry, watching the gentle waves on the water with more peace and contentment than you’d had in a long time.
Read chapter two!
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So heard you want Haikyuu request! So when I get mad at someone (VERY rare) I just look at them like 😠. And just kinda shun them like “dont talk to me 😠. That was rude 😠” so i just scoot away from them. I wont walk away from them, ill just go to the other side of the couch or whatever and if they try to console me im like “no! You spoiled my show 😠” and only kinda yell at them if they keep pursuing like “im mad at you” and if they touch me im like “NO! IM MAD AT YOU” is all lmao UHHH PART 2
hc: how Kageyama and Nishinoya react when their S/O gets angry
tw: none (i think?)
tags: angry!reader, haikyuu, eventual comfort/fluff, slight nsfw with noya
notes: ahsgshahajsh i’m the same way when i get angry but i CRY so much, so i kinda felt this one? but i did hc’s for this because i wanted to do it NOW. i love my boys, especially noya. ty for the request, i love you, and my inbox is still open for asks ��
» i feel like kageyama is just permanently unaware of everything going on around him, like all this boy has on his mind is fuckin’ volleyball and you, ofc
» i also feel like this is a big reason why doesn’t have a filter sometimes... which gets him in trouble.
» you two are just chilling on the couch, all cuddled up together, watching a show you’ve been trying to catch up to him on (because he’s impatient and apparently can’t wait for you to come home smh)
» you’re halfway through a super suspenseful episode, and there’s a huge lead up to a plot twist but it’s just dragging on forEVER
» “ugh, why can’t they just show who dies, already?” you grumble under your breath, beyond irritated, huffing for good measure
» kageyama just
» nonchalantly fuckin’ spoils it
» “oh F/C/N dies, happens next episode.”
» the speed in which your head turns his way is inhuman LMAO
» you’re so angry you can’t even form words, your blood boils as it rushes to your face and your brow is furrowed so deep
» not only did your boyfriend ruin the rest of the episode but YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER DIES??
» of course kageyama doesn’t notice your death glare until a couple seconds later, looking at you with the most dumbfounded expression
» “...what?”
» you don’t even say anything, just get up, take a deep breath, and walk as calm as possible to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you
» meanwhile kags is still just ?? nani ??
» he leaps into action and tries talking to you through the door but once he hears the tub’s faucet running from your bathroom, he knows it’s your me time and he shouldn’t interfere
» so while you’re soaking up in a hot bath with your favorite scented candle burning at the edge of the tub, listening to your favorite playlist at a comfortable volume,
» kageyama literally sits on the couch and thinks SO HARD about what he could have possibly done wrong ahsgsgshaja this boy
» you were fine before you started watching the show, even after the show started you were quite literally all over him, so where did he go wrong?
» it finally dawns on him that your sudden mood change happened after he spilled the beans on your favorite character’s death
» insert kageyama slamming a palm to his face
» THIS DUDE FEELS SO FUCKIN’ BAD NOW
» he waits at least another 15-20 mins before creeping into the master bath to check up on you, a warm mug of your favorite tea in hand and the sweetest look on his face
» how could you still be mad at him when he’s literally doing the 🥺 face ???
» he crouches at the edge of the tub and leans forward to press a gentle kiss into your temple before setting the mug on the ledge, situating himself so his chin is laying over his folded arms, facing you
» “I’m sorry I’m an idiot... and about F/C/N. I know you liked them a lot.”
» you can’t help but giggle at how precious the moment (or the look on his face) is and you raise a hand to his cheek, rubbing the soft skin over his cheekbone with your damp thumb
» “It’s okay, Tobio, at least I didn’t have to see it. But next time... try not to spoil anything, okay?”
» nishinoya might seem like an air headed tornado to most, but he’s actually pretty perceptive !!
» so he’s always aware of when you’re angry, very in tune with your emotions, constantly tries his best to avoid hurting you or your feelings in anyway
» but uh... he fucks up sometimes.
» you were at your shared home, waiting for him wearing nothing but his old volleyball jersey and his favorite pair of your panties (y’know the ones, with a cute lil’ bow on the front and less fabric in the back ;0)
» there wasn’t really any special occasion but you both made it very clear during a suggestive text conversation earlier in the day that you were going to jump each other’s bones as soon as you got home
» he did let you know he needed to stop by tanaka’s after work to pick something up, but you figured that wouldn’t take long at all, right?
» wrong
» you’ve been nestled in the same spot on the couch for hours, the sun no longer shining into the living room, and you were absolutely steaming from the ears in wait for your boyfriend
» you honestly weren’t even in the mood anymore the longer time dragged on, the show you put on doing nothing to distract you from your aggravation
» eventually you hear the familiar jiggle of your front door and the clanking of keys being hung on the rack before footsteps head your way
» you keep the blanket in your lap wrapped around your waist and sit up, arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly with narrowed eyes
» “Hey, baby! I missed you all da-“
» he tried leaning down for a kiss but you pressed your hand against his lips before they got close enough
» noya is confused for a split second before he notices you’re wearing the one piece of clothing you know will get you laid when you wear it
» “...fuck.”
» “Actually, no, not anymore.”
» you get up from the couch and side step around him, ignoring the way his fingertips brush against your wrist in a failed attempt to grab it
» once you make it to your bedroom you lock yourself in the bathroom to change clothes, wash your face, let your hair down, etc.
» the running water lets noya know you’re starting your nightly routine, and there’s no way you’re doing anything after that
» he’s very aware that you just need to cool off, you got your point across and all that remained was the recovery process
» so he decides to use this time to get himself in his sleep clothes as well and situate the bed in the most comfortable set up possible, the way he knows you like it
» also grabs a snack or two from the kitchen and sets it on your nightstand in case you do decide to talk it out instead of going straight to bed
» he patiently waits for you to emerge from the bathroom as he holds onto the stuffed koala he won for you at some fair years ago HE’S SO CUTE I CAN’T ALDJSHSJAK
» when you finally do come out, donning an old pair of his sweats and an oversized t-shirt, hair brushed and face clean, his face instantly softens
» bc he can’t help but admire how beautiful you look in moments like this 🥺
» once you see the look in his eyes and the stuffed toy in his arms, it’s all over, my guy - you don’t even remember why you were upset in the first place
» you climb on the bed and settle on top of him, head tucked under his chin and arms wrapped underneath his shoulders while he runs his hands up and down your spine, koala bear long forgotten
» “I’m sorry I was out so late, babygirl, I lost track of time... I’ll make it up to you whenever you want, okay? and I’ll hold you like this if you just wanna go to bed.” He finally says after a comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head as he finishes.
» your heart practically melts and suddenly you want to be the one comforting him
» “It’s okay, Yuu. I love you so much.” you lift your head from his chest to give him a sweet kiss as he reciprocates the phrase against your lips
» the kiss lasts much longer than intended and grows in intensity - next thing you know, he’s got you flipped over with his hands sneaking under your shirt to explore your soft skin, mouth latched onto your neck
» his hands wander to the waistband of the sweats resting over your hips and when his fingertips brush over the familiar texture of lace, he looks up at you with the MOST excited look
» “You kept them on?? FOR ME??”
#i went a lil overboard with noya’s but i cant help it#i just love him sm#kageyama tobio#kageyama x reader#tobio kageyama x reader#tobio kageyama fic#nishinoya yuu#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya yu x reader#nishinoya headcanons#kageyama headcanons#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons#hofortendou hc’s
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If you took a sip for every broken promise, you’d end up with an empty cup
This one was supposed to be for the last day of Bechloe week, Cheating. Two months later, it’s now finally finished. The story is based on the Dutch song ‘Lippenstift’ (which translates to lipstick).
As mentioned in the prompt; it’s about cheating. Consider yourself warned. But don’t worry, they DON’T cheat on each other!! ;)
Read below or on AO3.
The one with ‘Skip’.
Living with Chloe has always been easy. Beca feels that, from the moment the two of them met, Chloe has always been able to read her. Where others would have trouble getting past her not-so-sunny personality and her sarcasm, Chloe had always understood her.
Growing up, Beca had built up some pretty solid walls around her, and Chloe seemed to have moved right past them. For some reason, Beca had let her. It took some time getting used to having such a happy, bubbly person around her all the time, but after Chloe had proclaimed they were going to be fast friends, all Beca could do is resign in her fate: Chloe was going to be her best friend.
When they moved into the Bella house, Beca had realized how much she loved spending time with Chloe. She enjoyed having the other Bella’s around as well, of course, but her relationship with Chloe was on a whole other level. After only a few months of living together, they had formed such a bond, they knew what the other was thinking just by looking at them. Their friends joked about it all the time, saying how they worked and lived together, but also argued like an old married couple.
After graduation, Beca had landed a job as a junior music producer at BFD records in New York City. Chloe didn’t think twice when Beca had asked her to come to New York with her and so their old married couple habits moved to New York with them. They had settled into a comfortable routine pretty quickly and Beca was very happy with the direction in which her life was going. Except for one thing. Or rather, one person. She was moving in the wrong direction.
Living with Chloe had always been easy, until about four months ago. Both of them had been casually dating here and there, the occasional hook-up, but nothing too serious. Beca has no idea what exactly happened four months ago, but from one day to the next, Chloe had started desperately looking for love. Every guy she met, every date she had, they were all ‘the one’ until they weren’t.
Beca hates seeing Chloe like this. To her, Chloe is the kindest, most beautiful, most amazing woman in the world and with this serial dating she’s been doing lately, it seems she has lost all respect for herself. It breaks Beca’s heart because Beca loves Chloe. Like, really loves her. Of course, she has never told her. Or anyone for that matter. No one except, surprisingly, Aubrey.
Aubrey had called her out after the campfire at the retreat, during senior year. According to Aubrey, it was written all over Beca’s face that she was in love with her best friend. Beca had tried to deny it at first but soon had to realize there was no use. Aubrey knew, and maybe that was for the better. Now she at least had someone to confide in.
They have been in New York for almost a year now. Beca had hoped her crush on her best friend would fade, but in reality, it had only gotten stronger. She was very grateful for Aubrey, who was always there, on the other end of the phone, when she needed to vent.
Over the past few months, since Chloe started seriously looking for ‘the one’, that has happened more frequently. On more than one occasion, Aubrey had tried to convince her to just tell Chloe the truth about her feelings. Sadly, Beca had never been very good with words and had not yet been able to say the words out loud.
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On her way home after a long day at the studio, Beca tries to get her mind off the pile of work still waiting for her on her desk. She is looking forward to a relaxing evening, watching movies and having dinner with her best friend. As she gets off the subway, she thinks to send Chloe a quick text to check if the coast is clear.
BECA: On my way home now, be there in 10 Is he gone?
CHLOE: Not yet Getting dressed now He’ll be gone before you get here, promise
BECA: Good. See you in a bit.
CHLOE: xxx
===
Chloe had been dating this dude for about two months now. Honestly, she couldn’t even call it dating. Chloe had been seeing this dude. This married dude, to be exact.
They’d met in a coffee shop downtown and hit it off right away. After lots of texting and two dates, Chloe had found herself head over heels in love with this guy. Beca, however, had a bad feeling about him. For example, he would always come to their apartment, Chloe never went to his. Also, he rarely took Chloe out in public. But the thing that annoyed Beca the most, is that he would go days on end without texting Chloe back or answering his phone. That usually happens right when he leaves their apartment, after what Chloe calls ‘a date’. (In reality, he comes over, they eat something and have sex. Beca does her best to keep her opinions to herself though).
Chloe went through a few stages of emotion with that last one. In the beginning, she would get worried, later on, she’d get pissed and now, after two months, Chloe just seems sad when she doesn’t get a response for days.
When Beca had carefully brought this up to her best friend, Chloe’s expression had dropped. A little embarrassed she had explained to Beca that her new lover was married. “They are separated but he is still living with his wife at the moment. But he has basically already left her,” Chloe had assured her best friend. Beca had been suspicious about the story but had left it at that. As said, that was two months ago.
From the moment Chloe had started seeing him, Beca has gone out of her way to make sure she isn’t home when he’s there. Cheating is a sore subject for her and she really doesn’t want anything to do with the situation. Chloe understands and makes sure to inform Beca whenever he would be there. Every now and then, Beca would comment on it, but she knows Chloe has lost herself in this guy too much to listen to her anyway.
As kind of a funny, snarky joke, Beca calls the guy ‘Skip’. She knows that’s not his real name but calling him ‘Skip’ would hopefully, eventually get her message across. The message that this guy is not going to stick around. He will skip out on her and go back to his wife soon enough and leave Chloe heartbroken. Beca was both awaiting and dreading that day.
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Exactly ten minutes later Beca opens the door to their apartment building and walks into the stairwell. She’s exhausted from the long day she’s had and has to literally will her feet to move and carry her up the stairs. They live on the third floor, so she still has a good way to go. On her way up, she hears feet stomp down the stairs and a guy answering his phone.
“Hey, baby!” She hears him say in the sweetest voice, that almost makes her throw up in her mouth a little. “Yes, work has been insanely busy today. I know, honey, I know. I’m on my way home right now. Yes, I promise!”
Beca stops at the landing between the first and second floor to let him pass. She glares at him as he rushes past her saying “I love you too, baby” into his phone. In his quick passing, she notices a flash of light red on his collar. She smirks to herself when she recognizes Chloe’s favorite color lipstick. “Talk your way out of that one, asshole”, she thinks.
Beca looks up in the direction of her apartment and already knows the scene she’s about to walk into.
This exact thing has happened many times before over the past two months. Beca has seen her best friend change from a bubbly, confident woman into a vulnerable girl who cries more than she smiles. It breaks her heart even thinking about it.
=== 5 weeks ago ===
Beca had been out for a drink after work with a few co-workers. Chloe had texted her earlier that her new boyfriend would be coming over, so Beca had made an effort to stay away. A little buzzed she walked up the stairs of their apartment building, hoping she’d stayed out long enough. Just as she headed up the final steps, she saw him coming down the stairs, phone to his ear. “Yes, baby, I’m on my way now. My meeting ran late, I’m sorry. See you in a few. Love you.” Beca looked back at the guy in disgust as he walked past her giving her no notice whatsoever. She immediately understood what was going on though and hurried up the stairs to talk to Chloe.
As she throws open the door to the apartment, she sees Chloe busy cleaning up the dishes from dinner. A little out of breath, she puts her jacket away and joins Chloe in the kitchen.
“Chlo, you okay?” Beca noticed right away her best friend looks sad.
“Yeah, I’m okay” Chloe lies.
“I have to tell you something. I don’t really know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it.” Chloe looks at her with a questioning look. “I think he’s lying to you, Chlo. I passed him on the stairs and he was calling her ‘baby’ over the phone. It definitely didn’t sound like a couple getting a divorce.” Beca sees Chloe is avoiding to look at her.
Without a word, Chloe walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. She sits down on the couch and keeps looking at her hands. With a soft voice, she says “I know”. Beca had followed her best friend into the living room and squats down in front of her.
“You know?”
“Yeah… He’s still married.” And with those words, Chloe breaks down. “He says their marriage is practically over. He loves me, he really does, Bec. He’s going to leave her soon.” Beca doesn’t really know what to say.
“Chloe, how… why…” She is shocked that her beautiful, amazing best friend would allow someone to treat her like that.
“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Chloe blubbers through her tears. Beca stands up at that and walks to the kitchen. She opens the fridge and gets out two bottles of beer and a tub of ice cream. As she walks back, she tells Chloe to pick a movie. Chloe shoots her a grateful smile as they settle on the couch.
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Beca is startled out of her memory by a door slamming a few floors up. Her exhaustion forgotten, she jogs the rest of the way up the stairs, to get to Chloe as fast as she can. As she opens the door, she immediately spots her sitting on the couch, tear-stained face, staring straight ahead. Beca pushes down the anger she feels coming up at the sight of her heartbroken best friend and springs into action.
She goes through her very familiar routine of getting two beer bottles and the tub of ice cream and sets it down on the coffee table. She sits down on the couch next to Chloe and pulls her into a hug. After about a minute, she looks at Chloe and gently wipes the tears from her face. She gives her the remote and tells her to pick a movie while she gets comfortable on the couch. They don’t talk about it this time.
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As the final credits of the movie start rolling, Beca looks down at her lap and notices Chloe has fallen asleep. Beca had been playing with Chloe’s hair for the last 20 minutes and she knows this has a calming effect on her. She carefully gets up and covers Chloe with a blanket to let her rest for a little bit. “Dinner can wait”, she thinks.
Beca takes out her phone and while walking to her bedroom, she thumbs the number of the person she needs to talk to right now. With a shaky, watery breath she puts the phone to her ear.
Aubrey answers on the first ring and before she can even explain why she’s calling, tears start rolling down her face. Weirdly enough, Aubrey has always been good at calming her down and this time is no different. Beca goes on to tell her what has happened tonight. “I wish she’d realize he’s never going to leave his wife,” Aubrey says with a sigh.
“I know. She is honestly worth so much more than this, it breaks my heart. This is going to sound so mean, but… I wish he would just end it. Or that his wife would find out. I mean, I saw Chloe’s lipstick on his collar when I passed him on the stairs.” she says it with a smirk and hears Aubrey snort a laugh. “But in all seriousness, Chloe would be heartbroken, but it would set her free, you know?” Aubrey hums in agreement.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, Aubs.” Beca pleads with her friend.
“I mean, there is one thing you could do…” Aubrey starts hesitantly. “You could, you know… tell her how you feel.”
“I have been though! I’ve been telling her for weeks…”
“You know that’s not what I mean, Beca.” Aubrey interrupts her.
“Yeah, I know…”
“I really think she’d want to know. I’m pretty sure it’ll change things.”
Beca isn’t convinced confessing her feelings to Chloe will change anything, but Aubrey seems to be pretty certain. With a promise to think about it, they wrap up their call and hang up.
Expressing her feelings has never really been Beca’s strong suit. Music on the other hand… totally her thing. She picks up her guitar and starts playing, humming to the soft melody that seems to come naturally.
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Oeh you, I thought you knew better Always thought you were better than that
Oeh you, are so naive, so lost in dreams So in love, head over heels, and he...
=== 3 weeks ago ===
She’d known Chloe was with ‘Skip’ so she again made an effort to stay out as long as she possibly could. She hated seeing Chloe all smiley and heart-eyed when she was with this guy because she knew what was to come after he closed the door behind him. Chloe would yet again be a mess, and Beca would sit with her all night, picking up the pieces.
Beca had come home that night to a particularly heart-wrenching scene. He had been standing by the front door, ringtone screaming from his back pocket while the two said their goodbyes. She’d slipped past him into the apartment without giving them a second look and walked straight into her room to put her work stuff away.
Walking back out into the living room she heard him say: “Chloe, I really have to go. She keeps calling, I can’t keep dodging her calls.” She sees him give Chloe a quick kiss saying “thanks, this was fun” and with that, he leaves the apartment. It’s clear Chloe wants to say something else (probably beg him to stay a little longer) but her face drops as he rushes out the door, and she closes it quietly.
She turns around to see Beca looking at her with a sympathetic look on her face. “Please Bec, don’t. Not right now.” Chloe looks away and starts walking towards her bedroom.
“Then when Chloe?” Beca challenges her best friend. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”
Chloe looks at her with a defiant look in her eyes. “Do what exactly? Please Beca, enlighten me with your expert opinion.” Chloe knows she’s not playing fair and she sees it on Beca’s face too. Beca has had her fair share of experience with a dad leaving her family for another woman. Still, she just couldn’t help herself, she just feels so much frustration.
“Chlo...” Beca pleads “you know he’s not being real with you. Please, Chloe… he’s not worth all this!” Beca’s voice gets louder as she speaks the words she’s been holding in for a while.
“No! You’ve got it all wrong, Beca! He doesn’t love her anymore, he loves me. He promised he’ll leave her soon and then we can be together. It will happen, you’ll see!” Beca sees hope in Chloe’s eyes. It sparks anger inside of her that she didn’t know was there.
“He tells you all these sweet little things, all these promises… Chloe, he goes home and tells her the exact same things!” Beca sees a tear rolling down Chloe’s face as she looks down at her feet.
Beca takes Chloe’s hands in hers and wills her voice to soften before she speaks again. “Honey, I know you really like him, that you really enjoy spending time with him. But you can never go out together, never leave this apartment. Chlo, he’ll never hold your hand or kiss you in a public place.” Chloe looks down at her hands in Beca’s and then looks up at Beca. Without a word, she pulls her hands free, walks into her bedroom and closes the door behind her.
Beca releases the breath she was holding and wipes the tear that has run down her face. She can hear Chloe crying in her room and her heart breaks for her best friend. She turns around and walks to the fridge to get the ice cream and beer. She’ll give her a moment to collect herself, but after that, as always, she will be there to pick up the pieces.
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Beca continues humming the melody and writes down the next set of lyrics that flow from her brain. She feels the lyrics so strongly. Does Chloe not know how beautiful she is? She doesn’t understand why she would let this guy treat her like this. All the questions swimming in her head just flow out of her.
What do you want to be? Someone's lover or their biggest secret? Will you set yourself free? Or will you choose someone who’ll never be there when you need it?
Ask yourself, even if you’re hurt; Aren’t you worth a lot more than just the lipstick on his shirt?
I see your lipstick on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that I see it on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that
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Beca feels a tear roll down her face as she goes through what she’s got so far. Writing lyrics has never been something she was really good at, but apparently, this particular situation had given her the inspiration she needed. She starts from the top and plays through it again, in the hopes the next part will come naturally.
=== last week ===
Wednesdays are Beca’s work from home days. She gets to sleep in a little and just spends the day doing administrative stuff and playing around on her mixing board. She really enjoys these days, mostly because Wednesday happens to be Chloe’s day off. They have breakfast together, Beca starts work while Chloe does some housework, they have lunch together, Beca goes back to work while Chloe goes out for groceries and they finish the day together in the kitchen, Beca wrapping up the last of her work while Chloe cooks dinner. It’s very domestic and Beca loves it.
However, this Wednesday was a little bit different. They’d just finished lunch when Chloe’s phone started buzzing on the table. “It’s him” she shoots Beca an apologetic smile while she steps away from her. Beca feels instantly annoyed but decides not to dwell on it for too long. She puts the dishes away and walks to her room to continue her work. As she passes Chloe’s bedroom, she hears her say “okay, yeah, sure… you can come over.” She sighs and rolls her eyes at that. She makes sure she closes her bedroom door behind her and puts on her noise-cancelling headphones, just to be safe.
It’s around 2:30 pm when she feels her bladder is about to explode. She curses herself for not thinking of emptying her bladder before and fleetingly looks around to see if she might be able to avoid leaving her room. She really does not want to hear any sounds coming from Chloe’s room or worse, run into ‘Skip’. Reluctantly, she pulls her headphones from her head and puts them next to her mixing board. She quickly opens the bedroom door and jogs down the hall to the bathroom to relieve herself.
On her way back to her room, she hears Chloe’s bedroom door open and ‘Skip’ comes walking down the hall. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers, towel slung over his shoulder and he shoots Beca a seductive smile and a wink. Beca has never rolled her eyes louder. She stops when she sees Chloe sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, t-shirt in her hands. It looks like she had been in the middle of getting dressed when something caught her attention. Beca follows Chloe’s line of sight and sighs, while she leans against the doorframe. Chloe is brought out of her stare and shoots Beca a sad smile while she pulls the shirt over her head.
“He always takes that off when he’s here.” Chloe motioned towards the bedside table. There, next to his wallet and his cellphone, lies his wedding ring. “After he’s done washing my scent from his body, he puts it back on like nothing happened.” Chloe then proceeds to put on some shorts and looks at Beca. “Tell me what you’re thinking?” Beca clears her throat.
“I mean, it’s…” Beca needs some time to think about her words. “It’s nice of him to take it off for you, I guess?” Chloe shoots Beca a surprised look.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“What?”
“Sugarcoat it. Tell me what you’re really thinking about. Please. I need to hear it.”
“Well…” Beca starts uncertain, “I think you’re right about him washing your scent of his body. That’s probably why he always wants to shower here.” Chloe nods in understanding.
“Also, you and I both know what the next couple of days or even weeks are going to be like. He’s not going to answer your calls, he will not text you back. He has probably already erased all your texts and deleted his call log. He is going to disappear from your life and go back to her.”
“He’s never going to choose me, is he?” she sighs, “Nobody ever does.”
Just as Beca wants to ask her what she means by that, they hear the bathroom door open. Chloe looks at Beca with a sad smile as Beca walks backwards to her room and closes the door. She doesn’t put on the headphones this time. She hears Chloe snap back into her bubbly self and say goodbye to ‘Skip’.
===
Can you live with that knowledge? Can you live with that thought?
Babe, you know that this is not the real deal
What do you want to be? Someone's lover or his biggest secret? Will you set yourself free? Or will you choose someone who’ll always be there when you need it?
Ask yourself, even if you’re hurt; Aren’t you worth a lot more than just the lipstick on his shirt?
I see your lipstick on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that I see it on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that
I see it on his collar, yet you are worth way more than that
maybe I could be the key because you mean so much more to me
===
Beca rubs her eyes as they’ve gotten a little watery and blows out a puff of air. She takes a moment to compose herself, putting down her guitar and taking a sip of water. She had really been pouring her heart out in this song. She’s glad she thought of recording herself on her phone when she started playing with the melody.
A quiet sniff behind her catches her attention and she jerks her head around, startled by the sudden interruption. She feels her cheeks flush as she realizes Chloe probably overheard at least part of the song. “Chlo…” she starts but can’t really think of anything else to say, panic set in.
Chloe sees tears well up in Beca’s eyes as she wipes away her own and rushes to sit down on the bed next to her. She takes Beca’s hands into her own and sees Beca is actively trying to avoid eye contact. Chloe knows exactly what that means, so she scoots closer to pull Beca into a hug. She holds on a little longer, squeezes her a bit tighter until she feels Beca relax in her arms.
When they both pull back, Chloe looks at Beca with a soft smile. “Thank you”, she speaks the words softly, not really trusting her voice to work with all the emotion she’s feeling. She wipes another tear from her face and lets out a watery laugh at Beca’s puzzled expression. “For the beautiful song, I mean. It’s about me, isn’t it?”
Beca hesitates for a moment but then decides this is her chance to put it all on the table, “ehm, yeah… it is. Chlo, I just…” she struggles to find the words to explain how she’s feeling, but as per usual, Chloe reads her like an open book.
“I know, Becs.”
She looks up at Chloe and finds she’s already looking at her. Chloe uses her thumb to wipe the last of Beca’s tears away and keeps her hands on each side of her face. As they look into each other's eyes, Beca feels the air shift around them. “Yeah?”
“mhmm, I heard you.” Chloe hopes Beca understands she means she didn’t just hear the song but understood what her best friend was trying to tell her. She can tell Beca is nervous so she decides to not drag this moment out any longer. With a quick mental prayer, she didn’t read the situation completely wrong, she closes the distance between them.
Beca sighs into the kiss. Kissing Chloe feels even better than she imagined it would. She feels Chloe smile against her lips and thinks (hopes) she might be feeling the same way. Suddenly, Beca feels like she can’t breathe and so she pulls back. Chloe looks at her a little surprised and Beca immediately wants to apologize. “I’m sorry. I… Shit, did I fuck this up already?” Chloe takes Beca's hands again and gives her a quick peck on the lips.
“Nope, don’t worry. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I’m just a little overwhelmed, I guess. I couldn’t breathe for a moment.”
Chloe smirks at her, “Did I take your breath away, babe?”
“Oh my god”, Beca laughs and she feels herself relax again.
“So…” Beca starts, “would you, maybe… want to go on a date with me sometime?”
“I’d really like that, Becs.” Chloe says with a soft smile on her face.
Chloe stands up from the bed and pulls Beca up. She doesn’t let go of Beca’s hand as they walk towards the kitchen together. As Beca heads for the fridge, Chloe leans over the counter and pulls out her phone. Beca takes two steps back and stands next to her. “What are you doing?” she curiously asks her.
“I’m texting ‘Skip’ ”, she says with a wink. Beca smiles hearing Chloe use the stupid nickname. She gives Chloe some space to compose her text and busies herself in the kitchen. “Can you come here a sec?” Chloe asks her after a moment. Beca turns around and stands next to Chloe, looking at her expectantly.
“What’s up?”
“I want you to see this,” Chloe says mysteriously. Beca raises an eyebrow and puts her chin on Chloe’s shoulder to see her phone. She sees her open the contact info for Chicago , clicks on ‘block this caller’ and then proceeds to ‘delete contact’. Chloe puts her phone down on the counter and turns to look at Beca with a sad smile on her face. “I’m really sorry about, you know… everything.” Beca hums in understanding.
“I really don’t know what I was thinking. No, honestly, I do know… The thing is, I’ve been in love with you for so long, Beca. And I didn’t think you felt the same way, so I just… I don’t know, tried to move on, I guess? I didn’t really go about it the right w…” Chloe’s ramble gets cut off by a sudden kiss and she sighs in relief.
Pulling back, she playfully bites her lip and looks at Beca. “I’m so in love with you, Beca Mitchell. It’s always been you.”
Beca pulls Chloe into a hug and holds her for a moment. When she pulls back she pecks her lips one more time and walks back to the fridge. As she pulls it open she looks back at Chloe and asks: “ice cream and beer?”
Chloe shakes her head. “How about dinner and wine?”
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okay, so thanks to @doc-pickles and @iamtrebleclefstories i’ve been obsessed with with soulmate fanfics in this fandom and the stranger things fandom, so all idea credit goes to those two!
its also been posted on my wattpad as part of my one shots book- to build a home. i’m not very good with links haha.
A soulmate AU where on your 16th birthday, you receive three photos of your soulmate
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His sixteenth birthday was honestly not something he was looking forward to. He knew his mom wouldn't be stable enough to cook him a cake like she had when he was younger, before her condition worsened to the point where nearly all her days were bad ones, unlike how it had been the previous year. He knew she wouldn't cup his face in her hands and softly speak, "Alex, my sweetest boy. My truest love." as she stroked his cheeks ever so tenderly. His dad wasn't around anymore, which he knew was a positive thing, well, he supposed it was.
But it was still the first birthday without his dad in it, and that thought made him sad. Not a lot, but a little. Just because all of his birthdays for the past nine years had been his dad telling him that he was a waste of space and a 'fucking idiot' didn't mean he didn't miss him in the smallest way shape or form. He was still his dad after all. The guy who brought him to the fair when he was younger. The guy who briefly taught him how to play guitar. And on the rare occasion when he was sober for about a week or so, would bring Alex out to fix up a pick up truck his dad planned to give him on his sixteenth birthday, but ultimately started using not long before his fifteenth.
He knew Aaron and Amber would maybe do something, but he knew there wasn't much they could do. They were only four and ten. They shouldn't do anything for their brother because he was feeling crappy about a day that didn't even mean that much to him.
Ugh. Birthdays. He thought they were really stupid. Why make a big deal out of the day you were born? Especially if nobody really seemed to care much about your existence.
That's why when he awoke on his sixteenth birthday he was surprised. He'd completely forgotten about what happened on the day everyone had told him about since, well... since he could remember. Some of the things people said to him when he was still was a small boy were nice and comforting, something that made him look forward to this special day, like "Oh, what a lucky women that boy's soulmate will be," was something he got often when he was younger, before his mom's schizophrenia and before his dad's substance abuse. He used to be a really sweet kid. He gave his lollipops to others who looked like they wanted it more, he shared his toys with people in the park. He talked and interacted with everyone from a young age. He was a cute kid too, he remembered. That's what people always said. They would pinch his chubby cheeks and ruffle his dark brown hair, which would lead to Alex giving them his signature crooked smile, which warmed the hearts of many. "What a sweet soulmate he will be.", "The special girl won't know what hit her!" , "He will treat her like a queen i'm sure." thats what daycare teachers and random moms at the park used to say to his parents, complimenting him on how well little Alex treated their daughters. While most boys his age we certain that girls had cooties, Alex just simply talked to him and played with them like they were just a normal person. Not to mention, what a little charmer he was. He was a flirt from the moment he was born. He told some girls he thought they were 'weally pwetty' and said he liked the bows in their hair or the outfit they were wearing. He had mad game. Even from the young age of four he had somehow even managed to completely charm his preschool teacher Ms. Ryan, who he thought was the most beautiful women to ever walk the face of the earth at the time (other than his mom). Ms. Ryan definitely favored Alex, always giving him extra treats at snack, or letting him out first to go to recess. Turns out, being thirty three and a four year old boy telling you on an almost daily basis that 'your dwess is supa pwetty Ms. Ryan' or 'i wike your hair vwery much' was a major confidence booster.
It all changed when he was five though, when his mom's condition was getting worse and his dad started using more and more and more. The situation just decreased as the years went on. Out were the compliments and looks of adoration and in rolled the dirty glares and not-so secret whispers. "What a poor girl to have him as her soulmate.", "I would hate for my daughter to be tied to him forever.", "Let's just hope his soulmate can put up with him." were the ones he heard instead. It used to hurt, but now he didn't mind. He didn't have any friends, any girlfriends, just some mere acquaintances. All he could really say he had were about half of the school's females tucked under his belt. Something he didn't actually care about. Sex was a defense mechanism. Sex made him feel wanted. If some girl was throwing herself at him, he took the opportunity. He felt like he was wanted, even if it was just for twenty minutes in some random parking lot.
He didn't really care for birthdays.
So, imagine his surprise when he woke up that morning to find an orange envelope on his dresser table. It was then he remembered. He remembered that the day of your sixteenth birthday you found out who your soulmate was.
He grabbed the folder so quickly it was like a flash of light. This envelope gave him hope. Hope that one day, someone would care about him. Because, that was the point of soulmates, right? A soulmate was someone who was made for you. Someone who would be okay with all the crap life had thrown at him. Some who would love you. Because, his soulmate would right? Right. She had to. He needed somebody. He really, really needed somebody. And his soulmate was his somebody. Hopefully.
With that thought he takes a deep breath and nearly rips the envelope open. He pulls out the three photos in it delicately, not wanting to even risk a crease or fold forming on the photos. He flips them over one by one.
The three photos.
Wow.
The three photos he'd been hearing about since he was a little boy.
The first one, as he had learned, is what your soulmate looked like on the day of their sixteen birthday, whether it be in the future or the past.
He feels stupid, really stupid. He was smiling like a god damn idiot.
She was hot, his soulmate. Really hot.
Her long brown hair was in gentle curls, natural he could tell. He knew what real curls were versus curling iron ones. She had bright golden eyes. He swore, they were like actual gold. They had specks of green, yellow, and honey. A little beauty mark sat by her right lip. And those lips? They were plump, full, and a bright pink. In the photo she was smiling. He really liked her smile. It was joyous, it made him feel happy, in a way he'd never felt before. He assumed she was laughing, based on the fact that her head was slightly tilted back. From what he could tell, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a flannel. He liked that about her, the fact that she wasn't wearing whatever uncomfortable shit he'd seen some girls at his school wear. She looked like she was dressed how she wanted to and wasn't gonna let society or school cliques tell her otherwise.
He let out a small sigh as he placed down the photo delicately, as if he dropped it any harsher it would break like glass. He picks up the second photo, another smile gracing his lips as he studies it.
The second photo was always of your soulmate the day you met. Well, more specifically, the first time you meet. In his, the girl looked even more beautiful. Except now, she wasn't a girl, she was a woman, and that was obvious. Her face was a bit fuller, and instead of having her hair down this time, two strands of her dark locks were framing her face. He could tell she was in the middle of saying something, but her face wasn't frozen in some awkward position. It looked natural, like a well shot candid.
Alex placed down the second photo just as delicately as the first, setting them side by side. The third and final photo he wasn't quite ready for.
The last photo was a picture of them at their worst. When they had hit absolute rock bottom, before thirty though. Again with the age. Alex didn't get it. Why should they put an age limit on knowing your soulmate? Wasn't there a saying in wedding vows, "for better or worse"? and that was for married people for god's sake. So, why shouldn't he be able to see his soulmate at her worst? It made sense right?
Alex flipped over the photograph hesitantly, his breath getting caught in his throat.
He slams the photo down on the bed as quickly as he could, not being able to look at it any longer.
He understood now.
His soulmate was beaten and bruised, almost all her marks, scars, and bruises visible due to the nightgown she wore. In the photo she was crying, silent tears, he could tell.
He understood now, why they only let you see towards a certain age. Because what if it was worse? What if something worse had happened while his soulmate was older?
A horrible thought came to his mind, shaking it off immediately.
No, he did not do that.
He knew he didn't. He wouldn't. He'd seen his dad beat his mom again and again. He would never be like his dad. He swore on it.
But still, that lingering thought in his mind.
No.
Instead of thinking further, he picked up the first photo of her, the one wheres she is sixteen too. He studies it, knowing that by tomorrow the photo would be gone. Just like the others. That was how it worked anyways. The photos only lasted a day. The next morning, the pictures would be gone. All he knew about her would be her face, which he was going to imprint into his memory as best as he could. The universe seemed to enjoy playing games with people, so again after the one day, your memory of the photo was foggy. Very foggy. It wasn't until you actually met your soulmate when you would remember the photos you saw when you were sixteen. So, her studied her. Even laugh line, every beauty mark, every freckle (she had them sprinkled in every so lightly on her nose). He would remember it all, he told himself that. So that way when he saw her, he would know. But of course, forgetting was inevitable.
He smiles at the photo, biting his lip in a failed attempt to stop his smile from growing. It all seemed surreal to him. A soulmate. He had one? He, Alexander Michael Karev, a boy who had to grow up much younger than most, had a soulmate? Someone who would be okay with his crap?
The man was far from a romantic. He gagged at chick flicks and still felt uncomfortable when he saw any form of PDA, whether it be him or anyone else, but he swore, he thinks this girl would make him okay with everything. For this girl, he could see himself do anything. He would jump in front of a bear for her. No doubt. It didn't matter that he had never even met her. He just knew.
He shrugs the sappy thoughts away, scoffing at himself, in an attempt to not lose his 'tough guy behavior'.
Get a hold of yourself Karev. She's just a girl.
But even those thoughts couldn't erase the smile from his face.
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On the night before her sixteenth birthday, she was anxious. Really anxious. And scared. She could barely sleep that night, tossing and turning without being able to stop in the backseat of her car. But she knew the envelope wouldn't come unless she slept, since it only showed up after you fell asleep. So, she squeezed her eyes as tight as she could like a little girl wishing to see fairies and let the exhaustion of the days events take over her.
As she awoke the next morning, she temporarily forgot everything. For her, it was jut another day, trying to pry her exhausted eyes open, her mind having a battle with her body. She makes tiny noises as she drifts towards consciousness, her brain foggy with jumbled words and half made thoughts.
When she does manage to open her eyes, she sees an orange envelope tucked into the car's window from the inside. She doesn't think much of it at first, her brain still not on the cognitive thinking side of things, until she wakes up a bit more, remembering the day it was.
She sits up with a start, grabbing the envelope and opening it carefully, but still so quickly that the photos were tumbling out.
She picks up the first from the deck. A photo of her soulmate on his sixteenth birthday. And damn, she was a lucky woman.
He had a sharp jawline, no scratch that, a really freakin sharp jawline. Like you could run your finger across and you would end up with a cut. His messy-yet-styled hair was a dark brown. He had a broad build, biceps pulsing out form the white t-shirt he wore, and a really freakin sexy half smirk. His eyes were a dark brown like his hair, but his eyes, they held something familiar. They held, loneliness. Longing. Exhaustion. That was a big one. At first glance, you couldn't tell, but she could see, behind the eyes of dark brown and bits of green, he was exhausted. Exhausted of what? She didn't know. But she could tell, since she was sure she had the same in her orbs too. Loneliness. She felt that one too. But him? Lonely? He didn't look like the lonely type. He looked like the guys she saw at her school, the ones were girls falling at their feet and at least five different men to meet him every morning by the lockers to do a 'bro hug'. But she knew to not make assumptions. Longing. What was he longing for? A better life? Better parents? Better friends, better grades? She had no idea, but the look was clear in his eyes. But there was one more thing that shone in his seas of brown. Hope. The day of the photo was of the day of his sixteenth birthday. Could the glimmer of hope be for her? Could she be the cause of someone to believe. Probably not, but still, it never hurt to dream.
The second photo was of him the day they meet. And once again, she was a lucky lady. She couldn't quite see what he was wearing, but it looked to be some type of flimsy dark blue materiel. He had a half snarl on his face, but it didn't really look awkward, like she assumed it would on others. It looked natural, like he'd done it so many times before, it just came with ease.
He had the slightest bit of a stubble on his face, looking like he'd just shaved that morning or the night before, a bit more hair visible in the mustache area. His hair was a bit shorter than the previous photo, but not by much. It was better styled, but still looked like he had run his hands through it too many times to count. She sets the photo down next the the other one, taking a deep breath before flipping over the third and final photograph.
She intakes a sharp breath upon seeing the picture, tears pooling in her eyes at the sight in her hand. It was her soumate, lyig in a pool of his own blood, the red liquid coming from his chest.
He was shot.
In the chest, she assumed. That's where the most of the blood was at. She bites her bottom lip, trying to keep it from trembling. He was what seemed to be a metal box. An elevator? That seemed most likely. His blood stained clothes were previously a light blue, his hair shorter than the previous two photos.
The clothing, it liked familiar. Where had she seen them before? She racks her brain, trying to identify what her soulmate was wearing, purposefully ignoring the large sum of red surrounding the man.
A small smile graces her lips. Scrubs. She'd seen them on a few people when she went into town. So that meant he was doctor. Right? Or a nurse, but he didn't really look like he would be a nurse. And his scrubs were a different color than the ones in the precios picture. She assumed the clothing were scrubs in the second photo as well.
She swallowed thickly. It hurt. She felt the pain. The pain of her soulmate getting shot. It hurt like hell, and she wasn't even experiencing it first hand. But it still hurt. It felt like someone was grabbing her heart and squeezing it. It wasn't the same type of pain, but it was still pain nonetheless.
With that she sets the photo down. The fear starts to kick in then.
How would he soulmate feel about her past? He looked normal. Despite the loneliness and longing in his eyes, her looked normal.
What if she screwed it up? What if he couldn't deal with her crazy? She was Brooke. Hobo, car living, foster home, no parents Brooke.
She shoved the thoughts aside. He was her soulmate. The handsome stranger with the dark eyes that were somehow calming was her soulmate. Who knows, maybe he was just as screwed up as her.
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Alex Karev had always been impatient. Ever since he was a little boy really.
So imagine how impatient he was when he was twenty nine years old and had still yet to meet his soulmate.
Her loved Izzie, and she had lost Denny, her soulmate. They made each other happy. They loved each other, she was probably going to die. He loved her, so they got married. He got married to someone who wasn't his soulmate. He had given up at that point. I mean, come on. Twenty nine years he'd been on this planet and he still had yet to meet his soulmate. God, he really wished he could just remember her face. He couldn't remember a single thing. Everything else from the day was clear, but the photos that held his soulmates face were a complete blur, nearly nonexistent. All he could remember were his feelings. He remembers thinking she was really hot. And he remembers feeling really happy. Too happy. He pushed the feelings aside. He loved Izzie.
And it hurt like hell when she left. They had their arguments, sure. But he loved her. He waited to kiss her because he wanted it to be special. He gave her a cupcake on her birthday because he wanted her to know she was loved. He wanted to let her know that she wasn't just another notch under his belt. He was a jerk, he knew that. He could be grumpy and he pushed people away. He guessed he pushed Izzie away.
He didn't know if he was ever going to meet his soulmate. He tried dating by and only had a list of failed relationships. And then the plane crash happened. He should've been on that plane, but Robbins boarded it instead. Maybe he would've been the one to lose a leg. Then Robbins would still be happy and making Alex gag at how in love her and Callie were. They were soulmates. It seemed like everyone had already gout their soulmate. Meredith had Derek. Callie had Arizona. Owen had Cristina, even though they had more than many disagreements. Bailey had Ben. Everybody had somebody.
Except him.
And that freakin sucked. So, he slept with the interns. Lots of them. Stacy, Tina, Irene, Brooks, Murphy. He'd pretty much given up on meeting his soulmate. At thirty-two he had still yet to meet the girl from the photographs.
So, sleeping with the interns and having non serious , inappropriate relationships with them it is.
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She had always been impatient. When she was six she once punched a boy because one; he was being a complete ass, and two; he was taking too long to give her the crayon. he deserves it. he was making fun of her and purposefully trying to flatten the green crayon just to annoy her. he deserved the punch.
So when she met a man who treated her like a queen, who didn't beat her down for not having parents and living in her car she felt amazing. He called her beautiful and showered her with gifts and expensive foods. she didn't really care about that though, she enjoyed when he would delicately hold her like she was a porcelain doll. When he would greet her with a deep kiss after he came home from work.
She loved him so much that she agreed to marry him after only being together for eleven months. She knew Paul wasn't her soulmate, but a man who treated her so nicely, a man who was ever do handsome, wanted her? Who treated her with such love and tenderness, so what if he wasn't her soulmate. She was twenty three years old and hadn't met him yet. And if this amazing guy wanted her and loved her as much as she loved him, than it was okay, not being with her soulmate.
She held onto that love. She held onto that love for three years. Three years of beatings, begging that the man who showed her so much love and kindness would come back and stay.
Because Paul wasn't always bad. Some days he would come home and give her that breathtaking kiss as he walked through the door. Some days he still held her like she was a little porcelain doll.
Some days he did still show her that love like he used to that first year. But those days were few and far between.
She wished she had just waited. Gotten over her impatience for something real and waited. Maybe then everything would be okay.
Maybe one day she'll meet him.
....
She was no longer Brooke. No more with Brooke Stadler or the various names she took from all the different foster homes.
Now she was Jo. Josephine. Josephine Alice Wilson. It's who she felt like.
Jo. It was a bit old-timey, sure. But she liked it, the fact that she could probably confuse people who had only seen her name and think she was a boy. She didn't want to be a man, but maybe people would be surprised to see that all this well done work was actually done by a woman.
Jo was strong. Jo was powerful. Jo was the person she had always wanted to be.
She left behind Brooke. Brooke was... she was someone else. Brooke was a survivor. But Brooke was scared. Scared of everything. But Jo?
Jo knew Paul could find her. It would be hard, very hard. And he probably wouldn't, but now she wasn't scared. Brooke would've been scared. Brooke wouldn't been scared shitless. But Jo? No, Jo was far from scared. She was excited. She was eager. Because she had a new start. She got to be whoever the hell she wanted. She could go out and drink with her friends. She could go out and drink until she probably couldn't walk. She could do whatever the hell she wanted. She could wear whatever the hell she wanted. She could talk however the hell she wanted.
Because she was Jo.
But Jo did still want the one thing Brooke wanted. To find her soulmate. Sure, by now she knew that he probably didn't exist and the whole ordeal was just plain poppycock, but she wanted to find him. She really, truly, desperately wanted to find him.
She was twenty-seven years old and had a nonexistent love life. a few random hook ups from a bar were not included.
Maybe here. Maybe in Seattle she would meet her soulmate.
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She was on Peds today, with Alex Karev. She hadn't ever met the man before, but she had heard more about him than she cared to. Mainly from Leah Murphy with the occasional input from Heather Brooks. From what she gathered, the easiest way to label him was a man whore. So she wasn't really the most excited to be on his service for the week.
She'd been in Seattle for a month now, starting her internship as Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. She was in love. Sure, doing scut all day and running labs wasn't much, but when she gets to observe from inside the OR? She felt like she won the freakin lottery.
The girl grabbed a trauma gown form behind her attending. "Do you mind" he snarls not even meeting her gaze as he turns around and heads to the ambulance bay.
She says she was sorry, but she doesn't think he hears her.
"Why are you following me?" she doesn't know why, but for some reason his voice gives her butterflies. She hadn't gotten a look at his face yet, but she assumed it was turned into a grimace.
"I'm your intern for the day." her voice sends tingles through him, shooting down his spine. He hadn't seen her yet, but her voice was strangely comforting.
"Hello intern you got a-" he starts, stopping as soon as he looks at her.
He feels breath get caught in his throat. no, surely he was imagining things. Right?
She feels like she can't breathe. That face. It was the same one as the one she saw on her sixteenth birthday. She remembers him. His sharp jawline and tiny bit of stubble.
And those eyes. she remember those eyes.
They held the same things as before. Loneliness, longing, exhaustion. But now, the tiny glimmer of hope she once saw was bright, not like the barely there she saw once before.
He felt everything in that moment. She was just like he remembered. Her long brown hair was swept up into a low updo, two dark strands framing her face. She had that little beauty mark by lip. And her eyes, they were truly everything. They showed him what she was feeling, surprise, disbelief, a bit of fear, hope. he knew his eyes were telling her the same thing.
They're not sure how long they're standing there in the middle of the ambulance bay, oblivious to the two other people next to them.
She wasn't sure how long it was until he broke the silence, a large crooked smile making its way onto his lips.
"Hi."
he whispers so delicately, like if he were to speak any louder the world around then would shatter.
She feels he smile widen, but now grinning from ear to ear.
"Hi."
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