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cherienymphe · 8 months

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Teenage Dirtbag X

JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON acts, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

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You blinked at JJ’s question, leaning back against the wall of the pool house.

He sat next to you, both of you facing the couch, and you tried to ignore the feel of his arm brushing against yours. Despite the fact that it was only a week ago that he was kissing you in your bedroom—and that Rafe didn’t not deserve it—you still felt wrong about the whole thing. Horrible or not, the older blond was still your boyfriend, and it was bad enough that you were hiding out in the pool house with JJ while Rafe was probably off snorting coke with his friends.

You didn’t want to make it worse by doing anything other than talking.

The blonde’s question made you eventually sigh, straightening.

“Hey…hey, you don’t have to answer anything you don’t-.”

“No…I…” you shook your head. “It’s fine.”

That was the truth.

“It’s just that I’ve never talked about any of this with anyone before…”

Your voice shrank, and you didn’t want to admit how comforting it felt to feel JJ’s hands come up to rest on your arms. It was strange to say all of this out loud to anyone, especially JJ, because you were so used to Rafe’s behavior—had been rationalizing it for so long—and you felt nervous as to how JJ would take it.

“It was my 19th birthday,” you slowly said.

You felt JJ tense, and when you snuck a glance at him, there was a deep frown on his face as he looked at you.

“We were arguing…” you sadly smiled as you thought about what it’d been about. “…because I wouldn’t have sex with him.”

You scoffed at the memory and at how you’d ignored what you thought was a little thing.

“It’d been a sore spot for a while. I was a virgin, I wasn’t ready, and Rafe was waiting longer than he’d anticipated.”

JJ’s hands fell, and he fully turned to face you, that frown remaining on his face as he listened.

“It became this whole…thing that really just pissed me off because it was my birthday,” you spat out, frowning now too. “It was my birthday party, and he was ruining it.”

You swallowed, recalling how angry and sad you’d felt that night.

“You know, I was reading up on this one day, and it said that sometimes people like him will purposely start arguments and fights on special days and holidays and stuff to make it all about them?” you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. “They were right.”

Tears kissed your eyes, and JJ reached out to brush his thumbs underneath them.

“…because every time I think about that day, instead of remembering turning nineteen and celebrating with my family and my friends and my boyfriend… All I remember is him slapping me,” you whispered, holding JJ’s gaze. “All I remember is where it all started and how he begged me to forgive him…and how I should’ve left then.”

“Hey…”

“It was my birthday…but to me it’s just the beginning of the end. It’s the start of when Rafe ruined my life.”

JJ wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, and you pressed your face into his shoulder. You felt so odd—so much lighter—and you didn’t need to be a therapist to know that it was because you were finally talking about this. The blonde’s hands rubbing up and down your back was enough to make your lashes flutter.

“You know, I blamed myself for the longest time,” you mumbled.

JJ pulled away almost immediately, lips parting, and you shook your head.

“I know that it’s not my fault. I know that, now, but… I was so angry that night that I said things that I knew would make him mad,” you shrugged. “It just didn’t seem fair that I was the only one upset on my birthday.”

“That doesn’t excuse him hitting you,” JJ bit out, and you nodded with a shrug.

“It doesn’t…but…for a while I kind of believed I’d brought that on myself.”

JJ looked like he didn’t know how to take in what you’d told him, pink lips pressed together as he just studied your face. The bruising under your eye was practically nonexistent, and you shuddered when he reached up to lightly graze the skin with his fingers. You’d been exceptionally agreeable since the incident, dreading a repeat of the night where Rafe forced himself on you so violently that you’d had to strip the sheets.

JJ suddenly blinked, brows twitching, and there was an unsure look on his face.

“Can I ask you something?” he wondered, voice low, and you nodded.

A look passed over his face that you couldn’t place, and he seemed to be thinking hard about whatever was on his mind.

“A little over a year ago…”

You felt your shoulders droop, almost positive you knew where he was going with this.

“Sarah told us how you and Rafe had called the police one day.”

You sighed, recalling the story Ward had repeated. Neighbors were bound to notice a police car in the yard, bound to spread gossip, and he couldn’t very well tell people the truth.

“She didn’t know what for. Said that Ward wouldn’t tell her…”

JJ’s words died in the air as you stood, his hands falling from you. You tried not to think about that day if you could help it, and you were surprised by the quick procession of tears. JJ stood with you while you wiped your face, and you knew what he was going to ask before he even opened his mouth.

“Did you call the cops? On him?”

By his tone, you could tell that he knew the answer, and when you sniffed, JJ was there. He turned you around and pulled you against him. The reminder of that day—and all the emotions that weighed you down that evening—had more tears escaping against your will. You twisted your fingers into the back of his shirt, trembling in his hold, and JJ held you tighter.

“I thought I was going to die,” you shakily confessed. “I thought he was going to kill me.”

You could feel a shiver crawl down his spine at that.

“He was so mad,” you cried. “He was screaming and throwing glass at me and…he put a gun in my mouth.”

Your face was pressed into the crook of JJ’s neck.

“I didn’t know what else to do. I really thought…” you trailed off, squeezing your eyes shut. “It’s why I didn’t even want to talk to you. I didn’t want to go through that again for something as stupid as a smile.”

JJ seemed to freeze at that, and when he pulled away a bit, his gaze was questioning.

“What…?”

You opened and closed your mouth while JJ just stared at you, blue eyes glinting as his mind started to put the pieces together.

“What do you mean? Are you saying…?”

“No! JJ, that wasn’t your fault, it was mine.”

“Stop saying that,” he breathed. “What the hell do you mean? Are you saying Rafe did that because…?”

You rubbed your forehead, sighing.

“JJ, it wasn’t your fault. I’m the one who smiled back at you that day at The Wreck. Rafe saw.”

You swore you saw the color drain from his face, and you watched JJ stumble back, falling to sit on the edge of the couch. He was staring up at you with parted lips, and you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that he was going over that interaction in his mind. It was such a simple and harmless interaction…one that had an almost fatal consequence.

JJ ran his hands down his face.

“…and when I told Rafe that you’d apologized to me?”

His voice was low—troubled—and when he lifted his gaze to meet yours, you only pulled your lip between your teeth. When you didn’t respond right away, you watched him exhale, shoulders sagging as he buried his face into his hands.

“JJ, that wasn’t your fault.”

I’m an idiot,” he choked out.

“JJ…” you whispered. “You couldn’t have known.”

“That doesn’t matter!”

He was standing, now, and you hated the conflict and regret you saw in his eyes.

“I knew he treated you like shit,” he spat, gesturing towards the door. “I knew it would piss him off.”

“JJ,” you reached for him.

“I just thought you guys would argue a little,” he whispered, and you rested your hand on his arm. “I didn’t know that he was…”

You held his gaze—yours pleading—as you tried to get him to see that it wasn’t his fault. You needed JJ to understand that there was no way he could’ve known. Sarah lived under the same roof as Rafe—and you half the time—and she still didn’t know. You weren’t going to fault JJ for thinking Rafe was only capable of being a little bit of an asshole.

When JJ’s hand rested on your cheek, your heart skipped a beat.

He was getting closer, and you should’ve been stopping him. The truth was that you felt safe with JJ, and you didn’t want to. The beginning of your relationship with Rafe felt like ages ago, so this safe—and excited feeling—you were experiencing with JJ felt almost new. When his nose touched yours, you placed your hand on his chest.

“I never would’ve done that if I had known…”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you reassured him, swallowing when his other hand touched your waist, fingers grazing the skin from where your shirt rode up. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” JJ argued. “You were right that day. I was being an asshole.”

When his lips brushed yours, you shook your head.

“JJ-.”

The rest of your words were swallowed when his lips covered yours, following you every time you tried to step back. It had been a week since he kissed you last, and the way he moved his mouth over yours told you that he would do it every day if he could. His hands were all over you, and you gasped into his mouth when they rested on the small of your back, pinning your lower half against him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “I’m really fucking sorry.”

When your back met the wall, JJ wasted no time in pressing his knee between your legs, and you couldn’t hold in the shudder as he pressed his leg against your clothed mound. Things felt like they were moving too fast, so much so that you didn’t even realize what was happening until you moaned, JJ forcing you to grind yourself against his leg.

His hands were tight on your waist, and his lips had just traveled to your neck when your phone rang.

It startled you and angered JJ, the blond letting out a frustrated huff. It was Rafe—you knew it was Rafe—the other blond calling you almost every hour from the moment he’d left. JJ’s hands briefly squeezed your waist before forcing himself to pull away. His blue eyes glinted, and when you studied his face, he only shook his head.

Reluctantly, he let you go.

“Hey,” you softly said the moment you answered the phone.

You avoided JJ’s gaze as Rafe’s voice filled your ear.

“You know what? I actually think I’m gonna just head home.”

JJ’s voice reached you from the kitchen, and you only briefly glanced up as Pope responded.

“Seriously man? Now, you don’t even want to go out anymore? You made such a fuss!”

“Yeah, I know,” the blond said, and you heard Sarah say something—probably to John B. “…but I’m not feeling too good, and I think I’m just going to go home.”

Pope sounded disappointed—as did John B. —but they didn’t argue with him much over it. You were currently in the Cameron’s kitchen getting something to eat, and you had been since Sarah, her boyfriend, Pope, and JJ came inside under the reasoning that Pope had to pee.

“We’re just going to hang out with some people at the beach,” she’d said.

You could see it in her eyes then that she’d wanted to ask you to join them, but even if you hadn’t given her a look warning her off of that, Rafe’s tight grip on you was clear. If Sarah thought he was strict before, then it was nothing in comparison to how he was now after the incident at The Chateau. His phone call only moments ago was proof of it.

“How are you going to get back?” Sarah wondered, her voice pulling you from your thoughts.

“You know I’ll find a way,” JJ told her, tone light and boastful.

She made an unsure sound before letting it go.

“Well, leave before Rafe gets back. I don’t want a phone call from Rose or Y/N telling me that my brother and my friend got into a fight.”

You closed the fridge as the rest of them filed out, telling JJ to call them when he made it back to The Cut. The house was oddly quiet, and while you wanted to pretend like you weren’t alone in the house with JJ—Rose didn’t count—it was kind of hard to do when you turned around to find him at the kitchen entrance.

He was wearing some shirt with the sleeves cut off—as he often did—and you tried not to let your gaze linger on his arms.

“I hope you didn’t do that for me…”

The smirk that danced along his lips gave you your answer.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, stepping into the kitchen. “I was kind of hoping Rafe wouldn’t be here.”

“…and he could walk in at any moment…as is his right. Considering,” you gestured around. “…this is his house.”

JJ leaned his arms on the other side of the counter, gazing up at you as you grabbed a paper towel.

“Hey, I’m sure I could find some excuse if he catches me in here…”

He straightened, slowly making his way around the island, and you didn’t miss that mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

“If he manages to find me on top of you…maybe I could even tell him I forced you into it.”

“JJ…” you said, taking a step back.

He held your gaze for a few moments before looking away with a shake of his head.

“Why do you feel bad about what you’re doing? He treats you like shit,” he chuckled, but it lacked humor.

You looked away from him, shrugging.

“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond right away, and you didn’t hear him move closer, so you shuddered when you felt his fingers grazing the side of your face.

“You shouldn’t feel bad about kissing me,” he quietly told you. “If you ask me, you should be doing a lot worse.”

When you looked at him again, he was much closer than you’d anticipated, and you sharply inhaled. Despite his cheeky nature, you could see the way his eyes dimmed as he looked at you.

“Every time I think about him…and you…I think I could kill him.”

You frowned at his confession, shaking your head.

“JJ…”

“I would if you asked me to,” he continued, moving closer. “I’d drown him in the fucking ocean.”

“You can’t-! You can’t say things like that,” you said, voice lowering.

“Why not?” he curiously wondered. “You’re telling me you don’t want him dead for everything he’s put you through? There was blood on your sheets last week-.”

“I know,” you cut him off. “I was there, remember?”

You watched JJ take a deep breath, and he seemed to be calming himself down. The silence was a little tense, and you worriedly eyed the entrance, expecting Rafe to just show up at any moment. When JJ took your hand, you tried to pull it away, but he wouldn’t let you. You found yourself between him and the counter, and your heart was in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just…don’t understand why you’re fighting me.”

Your eyes burned, and you briefly looked towards the ceiling.

“…because,” you breathed. “He’s still my boyfriend.”

“The only reason you’re with him is because you don’t want him to fucking murder you,” JJ sneered. “That’s not a relationship, that’s a hostage situation.”

You couldn’t disagree with JJ’s assessment, and you both knew it.

“He enjoys treating you like shit…so why can’t you bring yourself to enjoy treating him like shit?”

Again, JJ’s logic wasn’t wrong, and you briefly closed your eyes with a sigh.

“…because if he caught me, he’d kill me,” you whispered.

When JJ’s hand touched your face again, you held his gaze. The smile he gave you was small, and your heart fluttered when he brushed his thumb over your skin.

“What did I say earlier?” he mockingly replied. “Let him try to kill me for fucking his girlfriend, I don’t care.”

He pressed his lips to yours.

“I just want you to stop feeling guilty over that asshole because he doesn’t deserve it.”

You chewed on your lip as he ran his eyes over your face, and when he was about to kiss you again, you shook your head.

“You should go. Sarah was right, Rafe could be back at any moment, and… That’s not a fight I think I’ll ever be ready for,” you sighed, moving from between him and the counter.

JJ seemed reluctant, but he eventually obliged, grazing his hand along your waist on the way out.

Rafe’s light snores grew quieter the moment you closed the door behind you.

He’d come to your house drunk and stumbling, too wasted to even fuck you—although it wasn’t for lack of trying. Naturally, he wouldn’t hear a word you said about drunk driving, waving you off and laughing in your face. After his second failed attempt to stay awake, he merely rolled off of you, his even breathing reaching your ears only moments later.

You’d pulled your knees up to your chest, eyeing him for the longest time and mulling over your conversation with JJ. You knew that the other blond wasn’t wrong. Rafe had done—and would do—much worse to you. Your relationship wasn’t a relationship, at all, but instead a prison, and maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty for finding some semblance of happiness. No matter where it came from.

Once alcohol knocked Rafe out, he was pretty much dead to the world for hours.

…and that was how you found yourself putting on shoes while he slept. You might’ve been more nervous and scared if you weren’t so in tune with Rafe’s patterns. There was no doubt in your mind that he wouldn’t wake up until at least noon the following day, but you still kept your steps light as you made your way down the stairs. You couldn’t stop your heart from racing, and your fingers shook while you disabled the alarm.

The walk across the lawn felt too long, and if you hadn’t already psyched yourself up, you might’ve turned around and went back inside the house. Out of paranoia, you looked over your shoulder, relieved to see that your room was still dark with no sign of movement in the window. JJ didn’t open the door right away when you knocked.

However, once fatigue faded a bit, and he realized that it was indeed you through the cracked door, he was swinging it open and pulling you inside.

“I just…wanted to sleep here for a few hours I guess,” you murmured, still feeling unsure.

JJ shifted on his feet, and you only then noticed his bare chest. The plaid pants he wore hung low on his hips, and you told yourself you weren’t here for anything like that.

“…and Rafe…?”

“So drunk that not even an earthquake could wake him,” you said with a shrug.

JJ pulled his lip between his teeth, eyeing you with a look that was hard to name. He didn’t respond right away, just staring at you and studying you. His light hair was going every which way, some hanging into his face, and one hand ran through it when the other eventually reached for you.

“I’m glad you came,” he whispered, pulling you to him.

The pool house wasn’t as big as others you’d seen—namely some of your former friends—but it was spacious enough for both a living room and a decent sized bedroom. JJ’s hand was tight on yours as he pulled you through the threshold, and you glanced around, recalling that you hadn’t been inside the bedroom since high school. The bedding was askew, obviously lived in, and you were glad your parents barely paid the building any mind outside of the yearly spring cleaning.

“Do you like staying here?” you asked him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

JJ found that funny.

“If you’d ever seen my place, you’d know how crazy that question is,” he told you, plopping down beside you. “I love staying here.”

His face was close to yours.

“…and not just because of the 100 thread count sheets or whatever.”

He shrugged at you, eyebrows waggling, and you fought back a smile.

“I guess I’ll have to see your place to give me some perspective then.”

His own smile twitched, and you didn’t like the way his face fell a bit.

“Nah,” he breathed. “That’s…not something I want you to see.”

You felt your own face fall.

“…I mean, I know things with your father are pretty…ugly, but it’s where you grew up, isn’t it?”

Your tone was a little hopeful, and you watched JJ watch you. His blue eyes shined in the darkness, and you didn’t miss the way his smile grew again. When he reached for your face, he let out a light laugh.

“Yeah…yeah it is where I grew up,” he confirmed. “I guess you’re right about that.”

He pulled you with him as he laid down, and you faced him on your side.

“We’ll have to find some way to get you back to The Cut then,” he whispered.

At the reminder of your last visit, you both grew quiet. You were sure you both were remembering that morning when Rafe came to pick you up, and you recalled your next reunion with JJ, feeling comforted that he was so worried about you the entire time. As if thinking of the exact same thing, he touched the skin under your eye, and before you could say anything, JJ leaned in to touch it with his lips.

“I really hate that you’re with him,” he said after a while, pulling away. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You took a deep breath at that, reaching out and touching his arm, thoughtful.

“…and you do…?”

When you lifted your gaze, your eyes met his again.

“I like to think that I do,” he murmured, fingers dancing towards your chin.

JJ pulled you into a kiss, and despite the fact that this wasn’t what you snuck out of the house for, you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach flipped. In this moment, JJ felt like your boyfriend—lying in bed with you and talking to you and kissing you. It was the most relaxed you’d felt in bed for a long time, and you knew it was a feeling you could get used to…and have trouble going without.

“What are we doing?” you found yourself whispering in the darkness.

You looked between his eyes as you asked this.

“Rafe’s…asleep in my bedroom…and I…” you scoffed. “I’m here with you.”

“It’s sexy, isn’t it…”

“JJ,” you sighed. “I’m serious. Like…what are we doing?”

You were sure that your worry was all over your face.

“We don’t have to have an answer for that, right now,” was his response, hand touching your waist. “I just want to help you forget about Rafe, sometimes.”

He kissed you again.

“I want you to be with someone you don’t have to be afraid of,” he murmured against your lips. “Someone you can relax with.”

He pulled you closer, rolling you both, and when he rested on top of you, you pressed your hands to his arms.

“JJ, I don’t… I’m not comfortable with anything like that yet.”

Your lips brushed his as you spoke, and you swallowed.

“Kissing you and sneaking around to talk to you is one thing, but…”

You didn’t know why, but going beyond that in any way would make what you were doing seem too real—too deceptive. JJ didn’t seem to care about that though, pressing his lips to yours again.

“Do you trust me?” he wondered into the kiss.

“Yes, but-.”

“…but what?” his nose touched yours as he pulled back, holding your gaze. “You’re just scared because Rafe’s intimidated you and beaten you down so much that you’re afraid to do anything for yourself.”

Was that the root of it? It was true, of course, but you also still felt uncomfortable.

“I don’t know…”

“Hasn’t Rafe also been the only guy you’ve ever been with?”

You gave a reluctant nod, and JJ smiled at you.

“…and you don’t think that has something to do with it? You being scared of what you don’t know…?”

That was also true, and JJ took your silence as consent, kissing you again as his hand trailed down your frame. You made a slight noise of protest when his hand slipped between your thighs, Rafe’s t-shirt riding up. The blond on top of you swallowed it down, refusing to break the kiss, and you jerked when his fingers brushed over your underwear.

“JJ,” you said when you turned your head away, pushing at his arm.

“It’s okay,” he breathed against your cheek. “Trust me.”

When you looked at him again, his fingers were already tracing circles over where your opening was through the fabric. His blond hair touched your forehead.

“I would never hurt you,” he assured you, more pressure from his fingers, now.

You involuntarily lifted your hips, and you didn’t know if it was to push him away or get closer. You wanted to push him away, not quite okay with taking things this far just yet. In truth, you didn’t know if you’d ever be, and you thought about what JJ said. Maybe you were just scared, but did you fix that by pushing yourself to do something you weren’t ready for?

You supposed it didn’t matter, anyway.

JJ’s fingers were circling your clit, panties resting on his hand as he touched you. His lips trailed kisses along your neck, and without thinking, you threw your head back. You forgot all about Rafe who was knocked out drunk in your bed, none the wiser to JJ’s fingers sliding between your lower lips. You could feel genuine excitement, something you hadn’t felt in a long time, and you sighed when he dragged his fingers between your folds.

You could tell that JJ was being mindful of whatever lasting damage there still might be from last week.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, lips at the corner of your mouth. “…and wet.”

You shuddered at those words and the feel of the tips of his fingers just barely dipping into you before he pulled them out.

“Do you get this wet for Rafe?”

The mention of your boyfriend had your heart skipping a beat, but the feel of JJ’s fingers massaging your soaking cunt had you answering honestly.

“No,” you breathed, and you felt him smirk against your skin.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he confessed.

“JJ,” you warned, hand on his wrist.

“I know,” he sighed. “I know, but a guy can dream.”

You pulled your lip between your teeth.

“I think about it a lot…pushing my cock into you and watching you stretch around me…”

When you softly moaned at that, JJ hummed.

“Do you think about it too? About milking me dry?”

You clenched around nothing, aching as he circled his fingers.

“…because I do…especially in his bed,” you dug your nails into his skin. “Fucking you until you come on his sheets, letting me fill you up right where he sleeps.”

You gently shuddered, your orgasm washing over you as you wrapped your other arm around him. JJ rode the wave with you, fingers rubbing against you, playing with you as you soaked them.

“Atta girl,” he whispered against your lips, and you felt slightly disbelieving at what had just occurred.

The proof was smeared on the inside of your thighs, but even when you watched JJ place his fingers into his mouth, it still didn’t feel real. JJ wouldn’t let you go as you caught your breath, kissing you again when you finally did.

“See,” he quietly told you. “That wasn’t so bad.”

He may have been right in some aspects, but JJ’s way around words and that tempting influence of his had you worried about what else you’d convince yourself you wanted.

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wonryllis · 9 months

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YES BABY? ﹙ in a lovesick smile.﹚

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 .

( NOTES. ) lee heeseung as your comfort love. fluff. comfort hurt. fem!centered. lowercase intended. 810wc. frm my old acct. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

reqs are open!

you watch as heeseung laughs with jay, giggling and snorting over something you assume jay told him. for minutes you have been contemplating whether you should tell him or not, more like ask him. afterall it’s something he bought, you can’t just have it like that, even if its as minuscule as it is.

for as long as you can remember you had been scolded and talked bad about when you took anything without asking, even something like a thin cucumber slice as a child. eventually you stopped, not bothering to have or ask for things that you liked or needed; being told you waste money when you only wanted to enjoy suppressed your will to voice out or act on your cravings.

walking up to the corner of the couch where both the boys are seated, you stand in front of heeseung. looking at the tiny mole near his jaw in a fiddling nervousness while he's focused on jay. but all that focus shifts on you before you even tap on his shoulder to get his attention, your index finger mid-way in the air, hovering over his arm as he subtly gestures to jay and then turns to look at you. removing his cap so that he can see your face better, he asks,“yes baby?” a fond and lovestruck smile spread on his lips, his eyes twinkling with hearts and stars.

for as long as you can remember you had always been looked past, disregarded or brushed aside during conversations. people, even your own family members wouldn’t consider whatever you were saying as important enough to acknowledge. simply your words, your opinions weren’t ever important, at least that’s you were made to feel.

“the ice cream..i..-”, you mumble out in a small voice afraid of him getting upset and mad at you or so but instead he pouts in an apologetic ‘oh no’ look, almost making you believe it’s wrong. “i only got myself rainbow sherbet since you had a cold last week and they didn’t have you favorite,"

“should i go get you some now? you want it, right?” he asks softly, reaching out to hold your hand in his, gently squeezing your fingers and rubbing his thumb across them while lightly swinging your arm with his as he looks up at you.

“can i go with you?” his smile widens at that and he nods.

but it falls immediately when he sees your eyes starting to water, the white turning into subtle red, as the tears begin to shine against the light of the room.

and for as long as you can remember your presence was ignored whenever you cried, it didn’t matter even when it was something as serious as the worst mental breakdown you had ever had in your life. like you were invisible, people walked past you, talked and laughed while you were there crying just beside them. people who were supposed to comfort you. you could say you never had someone comfort you during hard times or something even as small as hitting your head against the car door, when you would mumble out a small ouch and no one around would bother to look at you. no one would even ask if you’re okay when you would fall over and scrape your knee or walk over a piece of glass.

but heeseung, he is the kind of person you should have had or perhaps needed your entire childhood and up until you actually met him. being with him made you realize that you could be treated like a princess, you could be given importance, you could be given respect and a kind of love which doesn’t put you down. you could be cared for like a baby yet still not be spoiled, you could make mistakes and not be made fun of for that, you could be taken seriously and most of all, you could be you and still be loved with all of a heart, mind and soul.

he made you realize, right people make you feel right and wrong people come disguised as people closest to you. they may not intend to hurt you but they did and you’re not obliged to forgive them.

in an instant your boyfriend stands up, bending to your height and cupping your face. bambi eyes big and concerned as he wipes the tears now rolling down and constantly muttering 'why’, this is what you had missed, never experienced.

when you step back a little and tumble on a cord on the floor, almost falling over he grabs you in swift motion before crouching down to let him give you a piggy back ride to the store just across the building because he doesn’t want even a scratch on you.

love might not heal but sometimes it shows what should have been.

TAGLIST ( open. ) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii

#enhypen imagines #k-labels #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen drabbles #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen oneshots #enhypen angst #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts

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Unexpected (pt. 1)

Edit: Part Two

Fanbase: acotar

Eris x Reader x Azriel

Summary: On the eve of your long-awaited mating ceremony to the High Lord of the Autumn Court, a guest from the Night Court turns your world upside-down.

Warnings: none

Today is the day.

Today, we greet guests from all across Prythian. High Lords (and the new Lady) and their wives, children, and entourage. They’ll see my mate and I as a couple for the very first time.

Such a wide and royal array of guests wouldn’t be typical of a normal mating ceremony — however I was marrying the High Lord of the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra, and he had invited everyone he knew or had heard of at all.

Meeting Eris was a dream come true, and I still feel like I’m floating all the time. Maybe one day I’ll wake up from this dream.

I’ve lived in the Autumn Court my entire life, the daughter of High Lord Beron’s general. I grew up wealthy, but my father didn’t spoil me — he taught me how to kill, how to strategize, and how to wield a blade. I became an assassin for the throne, killing off any who even whispered of a threat against the High Lord.

But my father died in the Hybern War, and months later I received a job to kill Beron himself; coming from his own son. I hesitated for a long while, but eventually did it, knowing of his cruelty. When I brought Eris his father’s head, I laid eyes on him for the very first time, and our bond clicked into place instantly.

That was six months ago, and I feel like I’ve known him all my life.

I find myself in our bedroom, wringing my hands in an attempt to dispel my nerves. My hair is done up in a halo around my head, and I’m wearing the second most elegant dress I own — the first place winner in that category is hanging in my closet for tomorrow.

Eris saunters in, his eyes catching on me immediately. He blows out a low whistle, leaning against the door frame. “You look beautiful, little flame.”

I gaze up at him, offering a sheepish smile as a way of greeting. “You look incredible.”

It isn’t a lie, and I find my eyes trailing over him. His rouge hair is tied back into a ponytail, and he dons a black uniform, complementing the muscles at his biceps and abdomen. He’s as beautiful as ever — my mate.

I find his scars beautiful, too. He must have come back from the war against Hybern with plenty of them, but they just add to his handsomeness.

Eris steps forward, offering me his hands. I take them gingerly, blushing when he touches his lips to my neck. “I could just strip you right here and ravish you forever.”

I laugh, and he pulls me up to my feet. I give his shoulder a gentle shove. “Don’t you get started now.”

He simply grins at me and makes a lip-zipping motion, offering his arm. I take it, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. Reaching up, I adjust the crown sitting on his head, straightening it.

And now we walk down the palace hallway, approaching our guests.

Eris rubs my hand gently, pressing a kiss to my pointed ear. I lean against his warmth, just as we reach the double doors leading to the ballroom.

“Are you ready, my love?” He murmurs, raising his hand in preparation to push open the doors with a wave of magic.

“As ready as I can be,” I laugh nervously, glancing up to the red-headed High Lord by my side.

With one final whisper in my ear, “I’ll be right here, just signal if you need me,” he blows the doors wide open,

A hush falls over the crowded hall as we enter, my gown sweeping behind me. It’s so perfectly my color, and I know I must be glowing at my mate’s side.

I feel a sort of tugging in that moment, and I spare a glance to Eris, trying to figure out if he’s tugging on the half-formed mating bond.

But he just squeezes my hand, and we stride down the center of the room, the crowd parting for us as we approach the dais.

I can feel all of the different tendrils of Fae magic filling the air — reaching out, coiling at my feet, trying to feel me out. There are plenty of the reddish-brown Autumn Court type, but mixed in are ribbons of icy, chilling blue, glittering gold, cloud-like white, warm cobalt, and the ones that stand out the most, six snakes of black. I sort out the widest one of that kind, the one that has that royal, starry shimmer to it, and stomp on it. A low chuckle comes from the other side of the room — Rhys is an old friend.

We step up onto the dais, Eris slipping a hand around my waist to make sure I don’t trip. We turn in unison, looking out on the crowd.

“Thank you all, for coming to celebrate the bond between my mate and I,” Erie’s voice booms out across the crowd, and we’re met with a mix of applause and enthusiastic ‘whoop!’s — people love a good mating bond, especially when it’s a High Lord.

“We ask that you have fun tonight, and please do come and say hello, or we’ll find you ourselves and say hello for you,” he adds with a wink. “Enjoy the festivities.”

At those words, the party resumes, and Eris grins at me.

“You always have been good at throwing parties,” I beam up at him, kissing his cheek gently. “Thank you.”

“Come, love,” he guides me down off of the dais (we never stay on it for long, Eris finds it rather elitist) and sweeps me towards the banquet table.

“Did you make sure there’s those little colorful—“

He interrupts me by holding a macaron in front of my mouth, precisely what I was asking for. I take it happily, munching on my favorite treat.

“How could I forget? They’re your favorite, and they’ll be at every event we host from now on. As my High Lady, you deserve to have parties that reflect—”

This time it’s him being interrupted by an unfamiliar feminine voice. “Are you saying I won’t be the only High Lady anymore?”

Eris and I both whirl, and I smile at the sight of the three people standing in front of us. Rhys, Morrigan, and an unfamiliar woman with golden hair and a crown.

“You must be High Lady Feyre,” I say, extending a hand. “I must say, it was your title that inspired the whole make-me-High-Lady thing.”

Feyre shakes my hand enthusiastically, nodding. “At least I’ll have another lady to gossip to,” she replies with a wink.

Morrigan sweeps me away into a tight hug, bouncing on her toes. “You’re being mated! Oh, I can’t believe it! I do wish the Mother could have chosen a better mate for you, however,” she whispers the last part in a hushed voice, eyes darting to Eris.

I’ve known Mor for as long as I’ve known Rhys — from being found in Night Court territory, trying to capture a beast. They had released me, but found a liking to my humor and had written to me consistently, even going so far as to request jobs from me when they needed someone killed out-of-territory and were too busy themselves.

Mor seems to have gotten over the whole past Eris situation, mostly, although her jibe towards my mate was understandable.

“Rhys, we have to introduce her to Cass and Az,” Mor gushes, glancing to her two friends. “She’d love them.”

I spare a glance in Eris’s direction, and he smiles softly, waving me away.

“I’ll go find Thesan and Helion — you have fun. Signal if you need me,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. With that, he walks away.

I watch him leave, until Mor is tugging on my hand. “Come on, they’re probably dancing. We’ll find them on the floor.”

Nodding, I follow the blonde onto the dance floor, my dress already billowing in my wake. The High Lord and Lady are heading towards the dance floor as well, and I can’t help but get a little anxious as the music picks up speed. Eris and I practiced for weeks just for this night and tomorrow. However, I haven’t been to very many dances, having spent my childhood learning the art of being an assassin.

But Mor seems to know that, for she sweeps me into a basic variation of the dance. I find myself breathing a sigh of relief, twirling when she holds up her hand.

“You sensed that I’m not much of a dancer, then?”

She laughs, and it’s a whimsical sound, tilting her head back and putting a sparkle in her brown eyes. “You look more agile than graceful. Like you could be quiet, but dancing would put you half in the grave.”

A blush creeps up the back of my neck, and I avert my gaze. “…You were correct…”

She laughs once more, and then her eye snags on something — rather, someone — behind me. “Time to change partners! This is Cassian,” she spins me around to face a tall, muscled Illyrian male. “The war general I told you about. He kills people, too. Discuss.” She pushes me towards him.

I stumble a little with her shove, quickly regaining my composure and looking up at the man. He’s got an odd expression on his face — like he’s up to something. Something tells me that he’s on some form of mission, but I cautiously offer him my hands anyway.

He takes one hand and places the other on my waist, and we begin a slow, slightly clumsy dance. The clumsy part is all him. “Should I be concerned,” he starts, “that Mor just introduced you as someone who kills people.”

I snort, shaking my head as we turn — and he nearly steps on my foot. “Hardly. That’s exactly how I met Mor and Rhys, anyway. I was on a job in the Night Court collecting a beast for a public execution, by Lord Beron’s orders. They caught me, but found that I was simply too amusing to kill and they let me go.”

He chuckles and nods. “Yes, I do believe they’ve told me that story before. Now, I have a question for you.”

“Is it: how are you putting up with my terrible dancing skills, lady?”

“No, not quite,” his eyes dart from me to the left, and then back to me. Fishy. “Politely… are you really, truly in love with Eris, or is it just a ‘you’re my mate so I guess I’m stuck with you now’ sort of thing?”

I frown, dropping my arms to my sides and ceasing the dancing. “That is wildly inappropriate.”

“I did say politely—”

I raise a hand, frowning deeply. “Cassian. I’ve only just met you, and I can already tell in your eyes that you’re up to something. I’m not a fan of games.”

He holds his hands up in a surrendering way. “Alright, alright. So I do have a motive. But you’ve got to promise not to freak out, little miss mated.”

Little miss mated!?

I narrow my eyes, frown deepening. “Well, get on with it, then. I make no promises.”

He glances behind me, and then nods.

There’s a sharp tug on the half-formed mating bond, and I sigh, whirling around, expecting to find Eris there, but—

Someone else stands in that spot. Large, membranous wings frame his form, black hair swept across his face. He has swirling tattoos across his arms and neck, marking him as Night Court for sure.

I find the air suddenly difficult to breathe, the room packed too densely with people. The soft ribbons of magic are now sharp daggers prodding at my ankles, and I know I must be hyperventilating now, because there is one thing that is sure to me in this moment.

This man is my mate. And he knows it, too.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #eris vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #mating ceremony #fanfiction #romance #writing

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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Swapped AU: how does Mrs Arc react to Rin having her grandchild as well as Jaune being the Rusted Knight when he next shows up?

You’re A Grandmother, Juniper

Jeanne: Okay, you ready to meet your mom team!

Nora: WHOO! Let’s go see mom!

Rin: Wait, what about your dad, and your brothers?

Jeanne: Yeah, and them too.

May: Don’t you want us to meet the rest of your family so they can hear the good news too?

Jeanne: No, not really.

May: Why not?

Jeanne: Well, I’m still angry at dad because he decided to beat the crap out of, Jaune.

May: He did what?

Jeanne: And, I’m angry at my brothers for not giving me an adorable, Adrian of my own.

May: Adrian, who’s, Adrian?

Jeanne: But, thanks to, Jaune, and Rinny here, I won’t have to worry about that~!

MNR: …

May: Babies?

Rin: Babies.

Nora: Babies.

May: Oh… Should I be worried now?

Rin: Why’s that?

May: Because now they’re going to expect me to have, Jaune’s babies too… And, I don’t want to have his kids, my boobs are as big as is, I don’t want them to get bigger then they start dripping milk!

Rin: Well, there is nothing saying you have to have anyone’s kids. And second, why are you singing out, Jaune to be the father in all of this?!

May: …

May: I refuse to say anything in fear I may incriminate myself.

Rin: What…?!

Nora: Hey, we never got to know why you pounce, Jaune, Rin?

Rin: Oh! Well… I-It’s because he’s sweet, caring, supportive, and loving. And, the fact that if he was here he would always being by my side showering me in unconditional love, and affection. And, he would be willing to put his life down on the line to protect me, and his child. How can’t you not fall for a man like him?

Nora: So, basically what, Jeanne already does for you, but he’s a guy instead of a girl. And, because of that he can give you something extra that, Jeanne could never give you?

Rin: …

Rin: Oh my gods, am I in love with, Jeanne too?

May: Those are all the reasons I like, Jeanne. W-Will I have a crush on, Jaune too…?

Jeanne: Well… If either of you two see him again, and are willing… give me more nieces, and nephews that I can spoil!

MNR: …

May: Are all, Arc woman baby crazed?

Rin: It would seems so…

May: Oh no…

Nora: …

Jeanne: So, May ready to meet your new mother?

May: I was, now I’m not so sure. Wait, why aren’t you saying that about all of us. Were you to already adopted, or something?

Jeanne: They were already adopted by my mother a while ago. I forgot because they haven’t been calling me sister, or anything. Sorry we forgot to mention that.

May: That’s okay. I always thought that the three of you did acted like a family. I just thought you were a closely knot team.

Rin: You wouldn’t have noticed unless we started calling, Jeanne, Onii-sama again. Which we can’t do…

Nora: It was fun calling her that.

May: Then why did you stop?

Rin: Simple: Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yes?

NR: Onee-Sama~!

Jeanne: Grk! Oh gods?! My heart! Its so precious…!

(Thud!)

Rin: That’s why…

May: Oh… Uhh… Is she okay…?

Nora: She’ll be fine!

Jeanne: …

MNR: …

Jeanne: …

Nora: Eventually…

~~~

(Knock, knock, knock!)

Jeanne: Mom! I’m home! And, I brought my team with me!

Juniper: Jeanne? Jeanne! Oh how’s my baby girl doing?

Jeanne: I’m fine mom. It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?

Juniper: Oh, i’ve been a little bored lately; Your father took the boys out on a father sons camping trip so I’ve been here all on my lonesome. But, look who showed up! All of my daughters! Come here girls!

Nora: Mom!

Juniper: Ahh, Nora how have you been, is school going well, have you been eating your vegetables?

Nora: Schools going fine! I get to hit all those mean bullies who made fun of, Jaune with my hammer just like I did with dad!

Juniper: That’s my girl~! Rin, give me a hug!

Rin: Hello, Mother. It’s nice to see you again.

Juniper: It’s so good to see you…? Oh, and who are you?

May: H-Hello, Ma’am. My name is, May Zedong. How do you do?

Juniper: Hello, May, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you another orphaned girl, Jeanne brought over for me to adopt?

May: Uhh… No. It’s not like that…

Juniper: Then what is it like?

Jeanne: Why don’t we all head inside, and talk about it?

~~~

Juniper: So… So why is, May here? I thought you would bring home that, Pyrros fellow?

Jeanne: Uhh no… We booted him from our team…

Juniper: Really? That’s a pity, I would have liked to meet him. And, break his spine…

Nora: NICE!

Jeanne: Pyrros was being rather… forceful towards some of us. So we voted to have him removed from out team. So, we replaced him with this lovely lady here~!

Juniper: And, are you three truly happy with her?

Nora: May is awesome! She’s got a really cool gun, and she can hit stuff from really far away! And, she loves pancakes!

Rin: She is a calm, and detail oriented person. Her skills as huntress are well trained, and thought out. She has been an excellent addition to the team.

Jeanne: I’ve never been more happy~! May is kind, caring, cute; even thou her eye is all scared, and damaged it is beautiful, just like her~!

Juniper: Oh my, is that a blush I see~?

May: N-N-No! No it isn’t!

Juniper: Well, I’m glad to see you’re all happy together.

Jeanne: Yeah… S-Speaking of being together… Mom there’s something I need to tell you…

Juniper: And, that is?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Mom! I asked, May to marry me!

Juniper: What…?

May: And, I said yes!

Juniper: WHAT?!

Jeanne: I love, May! She’s all those things we said about her, and more! She has an adorable little snort when she laughs. She gives the most comfortable, and reassuring hugs imaginable. And, a rack that rivals mine! I love her, a-and I wanted her to stay in my life for as long as I’m alive.

May: I do have a chest that rivals, Jeanne, and while many people, stared in perverse delight at them whenever the banding slipped; Man, and woman. Jeanne was the only one who helped me dress myself, and get some new bras that could contain them. She’s the only one who’s comforted me when I was sad, the only one who didn’t make fun of me for my scar. I was alone before I met, Jeanne… I never want to be alone again.

Juniper: You two are serious about this? This isn’t some spur of the moment idea you’ve had because of all the crap the boys at, Beacon have been giving you now isn’t it?

Jeanne: Absolutely not! Well… Kinda… those boys gave put me of immature brats like them… But, not men in general.

Juniper: Then I just have one question?

Jeanne: And, that is?

Juniper: You going to put a ring on that finger, or what?

Jeanne: Definitely! Actually, I was going to give her grandmothers old engagement ring she gave me. The blue matches your eye~!

May: It does?

Jeanne: Yeah, you’re going to love it.

Juniper: Then I’m okay with it. As long as you two are happy, I am happy.

Jeanne: Oh! Thank you, Mom!

May: Thank you, Mrs. Arc.

Juniper: Oh none of that, call me, Mom.

May: Thank you, Mom.

Juniper: Ahh~! Four daughters to call me mom. This is a wonderful feeling. Now I just need a few adorable grandchildren I can spoil. You think with seven sons I would have at least one grandchild, useless boys…

Jeanne: Actually, Mom there’s one more thing we need to talk about.

Juniper: Oh, and that is?

Jeanne: Well you see…?

Rin: Jeanne, I’m the one who needs to explain this.

Jeanne: Okay.

Rin: A few days ago, another, ‘Swap’ happened, and I was left alone in our dorm room with an older, Jaune.

Juniper: Older? Aren’t you two the same age, Jeanne.

Jeanne: He fell into the, Ever After, and he travelled back in time, and was stuck there for a few… decades…

Juniper: Decades? Wait, Ever After? From the children’s story?

Jeanne: That’s the one.

Juniper: That’s a real place?

Jeanne: Yes it is. And, while, Jaune was there… he became the, Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: The Rusted Knight? Seriously?

Rin: Here, I have a photo of him.

Juniper: Oh my…

Rin: Yeah… He was quite rugged~!

Juniper: His beard is rather unkempt, but it’s quite fetching. Far better than the one your father ever had.

Rin: Y-Yeah it was… A-Anyway… When he appeared it was just the two of us… and, I… and, I…

Nora: Totally boned him!

Rin: Nora!

Nora: What, it’s true! You were going to tell her anyway. Why, were you going to say you fucked him?

Rin: NORA!

Juniper: Okay… Good for you, Rin… I’m confused, why are you telling me this; Do you seriously think I want to know about my kids sex life.

Rin: No… But, I did it for a very important reason…

Juniper: And, that is…?

Rin: T-To have his babies…

Juniper: D-Did you just say what I thought you said…?

Rin: Mom… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: F-For real…?

Rin: I can take a test if you want me to. But, yes, I’m pregnant.

Juniper: …

Juniper: You’re pregnant…

Rin: Yes… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: That means grandchildren…

Rin: Yes, it does…?

Nora: Uhh…? Is, Mom okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!

May: Uhh… Is everything okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!!!

Jeanne: Oh no…!

Juniper: (A deep inhale.)

Jeanne: Everyone cover your ears!

Juniper:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(SHATTER!)

May: Good gods?!! My ears, my fucking ears!

Jeanne: She broke all the glass?! How the hell did she do that?!

Rin: WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU?!!

Nora: AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!

Juniper: Ahhh, finally grandbabies~!

Jeanne: So, what do you think of my mom, May?

May: Now is not the time for sex, Jeanne?!

Jeanne: What?!

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #jeanne arc #juniper arc #pyrrha nikos #may zedong

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yuurei20 · 9 months

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Trey Info Compilation part 27: Thoughtfulness and More

Trey seems to be well known for being considerate: Cater says that Trey is always spoiling new students and Azul comments that Trey has an effortless consideration of others.

We see him asking Sebek about himself, expressing concern for Lilia and being worried about Riddle being too cold at night when he himself is sick (“Even now, you worry about me? Really, Trey, you ought to think about yourself for once”).

He also asks Jamil and Najma about themselves and says the group ought to tell Lilia how much thought Malleus put into his souvenir.

When Jamil is reluctant to accept an honor that is offered to him at the end of the event, Trey encourages him to make his sister happy.

During Spectral Soiree Trey intentionally sends Sebek after a non-existent ghost in order to distract him from Rook, saying, “I just figured you wouldn’t want people prying into your private life. I’ve noticed you tend to steer clear of that kind of stuff when- we talk at club meetings. But I’m sorry if I read too much into it and overstepped.” Rook thanks him for maintaining “such a pleasant distance,” saying he is forever grateful for Trey’s discretion.

Trey compliments Azul on his glasses, saying that they look great on him and give off a mature vibe, and encourages Riddle not to work too hard, to which Riddle responds, “Trey always was a worrier.”

When Trey sends chocolate cake and apple pie to Ramshackle with Ace and Deuce for Book 5 Vil comments that Trey is “the type of man one must truly watch himself around—the kind who spoils people rotten under the guise of knowing what’s best.”

Vil’s opinion on Trey’s thoughtfulness comes up again during Culinary Crucible when Trey assures him that he has cut down on the fat and sugar content of his dish, saying, “You addressed my concern before I could even finish voicing it. You’re too considerate by half. It’s almost galling.” Trey says he will take it as a compliment.

When Ruggie wanders out of his own vignette and into Trey’s in search of food (after Kalim had botched the meal he was supposed to judge), Trey offers him a second pizza that he made.

Vil observes, “Trey, you really do spoil people rotten. It’s a bad habit of yours, the way you try to stay on top of every eventuality.” Vil asks if Trey also bails out Heartslabyul students when they botch their cooking and Trey admits that he does find himself covering for them a lot.

Vil explains, “It’s all well and good to look out for underclassmen, but you can’t baby them. That can rob them of potential learning experiences. There’s a balance to be struck.”

Trey relates a time when his parents once let him burn a batch of cookies, only looking on as he worked without interfering. Trey thanks Vil for his insight and says he will put it into practice.

Trey is Ruggie’s judge for the Culinary Crucible, complimentary towards Ruggie’s culinary efforts and is able to read the room effectively enough to refuse the leftovers that the chef ghost offers him afterwards ("I'd rather not get on Ruggie's bad side").

It is possible that Trey doesn’t really experience as much thoughtfulness as he practices: when he tries to explain the science behind fireworks to the Firelit Sky group, they ignore him in favor of playing with sparklers.

Trey says he likes hats and the hat he wears with his dorm uniform was made to match it.

Like Jamil, Trey might wish he had more alone time: when Jamil wishes “to take a trip by myself” during Wish Upon a Star Trey says that he can empathize, as “Alone time’s hard to come by when you’re at school…sometimes you want a little peace and quiet.”

When Jamil asks if he feels the same way sometimes Trey laughs and says, “Maybe.”

Trey says that, unlike Cater, he can go days without picking up his phone, and he prefers to wear casual clothes with muted colors.

#twsttrey #twstfacts #treyfacts #twisted wonderland #Trey Clover

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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year

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I love your most recent Miguel fic! I do have a question tho for my hearts sake? Is Miguel actually fucking all those girls? Idk why but I don’t think I could ever look past someone doing that in my vicinity and then seeing potential romantic relationships with them… like I wouldn’t be able to look past how infatuated he seems with all of them in the moment and it would be hard not to compre myself to the tule of girl he brings in, my trust issues would be BUZZZIN lol.

If so, could I ask what made you characterize him as such? Was it like more a trope that caught your attention so you decided to explore it? Or does he really seem like the type to you? All are very genuine and curious questions by the way I love love your writing it’s incredible💕

Hey, happy to answer the question, so I'll spoil under the cut!

short answer: yes and no

long answer: he has a history of sleeping around, but isn't actively sleeping with them.

I do think this version of Miguel (combo of film and comics) sleeps around but not necessarily for the sake of it. his daughter died 3 years ago, a daughter he had young already, so he is emotionally stunted, and unable to deal with his loss. he's searching for intimacy and unable to commit due to both his grief and family history. I'm writing him loosely along the lines of comic Miguel's backstory: abusive (non-bio) dad, conchata's (his mum) behaviour towards that etc, etc - and how he's felt duty to take care of the people around him, and failed twice, in his eyes (his family, and then gabi).

it's more of a ploy to get reader riled up and potentially out of the house. I've attempted to set up that reader is very passive and avoidant, even when things go wrong around the house, so he is essentially escalating to see when she'll snap and react - bro is a scientist and is experimenting lmfao. the people he's faking sleeping around with he has slept with in the past / has a friendship with so they kinda go along with it cuz a) they think it's harmless and b) let him get away with it cuz he's had a rough few years. Reader is also an unreliable narrator: a lot of aggression and situations are exaggerated / perceived wrong; which also infuriates Miguel to no end, hence why he keeps escalating. this is still kind of insane, but it's a fic so who cares lmfao

I'm also trying to establish a reluctance to commit with reader due to last relationships - which us why they will (eventually) fall into a fwb situation. and then all the emotions and insecurity (on both ends) as y'all pretend the relationship is surface level.

anyways this is a long ass way to say people grieve in different ways, he hasn't really worked through his baggage, and it's affecting how he interacts with other people. I understand the emotional implications and there's no way in hell that I personally cld be with a straight up fuckboy - which is why I'm writing him more complicated than that.

thank you for the question anon and i hope this isn't too boring 😭

#miguel o'hara x reader #rigor mortis 😼#kat_asks📝📝

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vrisrezis · 1 year

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Geto x reader angst I’m really not alright (also some gojo x reader too)

based off of Taylor swift right where you left me

Not proof read forgive me for any mistakes I’m too tired to read it myself I made this rlly late

Friends break up, friends get married.

Strangers get born, strangers get buried.

Suguru Getou was now a traitor. Words you never thought you’d ever hear, come from your friends mouth. Gojo wouldn’t even look at you, and honestly it’s the first time you’ve seen him upset at all. You two weren’t the closest, but you were still friends. You were dating his best friend after all, being friends was a must. Suguru and Gojo were a package deal, after all. So to hear of their sudden falling out, you felt sad for the both of them.

In the moment, you felt the need to console him. You didn’t consider your feelings at all. The two were inseparable, the best of friends. You know the two separating is hard for gojo. As he describes his confrontation with suguru, how he just couldn’t kill him, so you hugged and comforted him. Knowing his best friend had betrayed him, you knew he was broken. He felt deep regret for not being there for you in that moment, so he’d pay you back for it in the future by totally spoiling you with his love and care.

Little did you know, that moment of consolation, would be the start of something special between the both of you. It would lead to the start of something entirely new. A new chapter in your lives. It would take many years for either of you to be ready for your newfound relationship, but it would eventually come with getous absence. Time would go on as it would, you’d marry gojo. You’d even have a child.

However, the affections you held for your first love, suguru getou, will always remain. You are reminded of that on December 24th.

Once again, you felt the need to console your current love for being the one to bite the bullet and end suguru’s life himself. After all these years, after all the maturing and aging, you two still cared deeply for that man. But a part of you is just happy it’s over. Even though it hurts, even though it’s unfair, maybe you can both move on. Maybe you can finally be at peace. Even though you never got to say goodbye, this is okay. That’s what you tell yourself. You tell yourself satoru has it worse than you anyway, because he had to be the one to kill him. He was the one that had to find out about his betrayal, about the innocent lives he murdered, he was the one to confront him, lose him, and feel that failure and loss. He’s the one that feels he cannot be vulnerable, because it caused his best friends insanity.

Trends change, rumors fly through new sky

But I’m right where you left me.

But no matter how much changes in this life, he is always on your mind. One way or another, you will never be able to truly move on. Satoru knows that, deep down. He doesn’t say anything about it, cause he doesn’t blame you and he knows you don’t want to acknowledge it. For as much as suguru has done, you loved him for the kind soul he was. You fell in love with the old suguru, and satoru can’t blame you. In a way, he had fallen in love with suguru too.

Neither of you could bring it in you to leave the place he left you both stranded in. In that school that the both of you now teach in.

You’re both reminded of your loss now and again. Getou left satoru behind, and you were left to pick up the pieces. To make him whole again. Getou left you behind too, without a trace. Without even a proper goodbye. You tell yourself, that’s okay. It’s fine. Because he got to say goodbye to satoru. That’s all that matters. He died in peace, he’s gone now. That’s all.

Matches burn after the other

Pages turn and stick to eachother

Wages earned and lesson learned

But I’m right where you left me

“Life goes on.” you tell yourself.

But deep down, you wait for his return. A sign, anything. You miss him, so much. And you, after all these years, still refuse to acknowledge it. So many different times you’ve listened to satoru pour his heart out, and yet you never let out yours. Satoru doesn’t know how to get you to open up about it, because it’s like you want to pretend he didn’t just leave you behind without a word. The betrayal weights so heavy on you, that you refuse it’s existence.

Deep down there’s so much you never told satoru. Your trust had completely left after suguru betrayed you, the man you loved.

Help, I’m still at the restaurant

Still sitting in the corner I haunt

Cross legged in the dim light

They say “what a sad sight”

You often visit the places suguru used to take you. The memories are fond, but the feelings bring you immeasurable grief and dread.

Satoru starts to recognize the places. Suguru used to ask Satoru where to take you out for your first date, your second, third, and so on. Satoru knows that you miss him.

You refuse to talk about it. And satoru can’t help but watch you longingly stare at sugurus favorite ice cream shop you two used to frequent in highschool.

I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

You never told satoru but, suguru did visit you. In fear for his safety, you were silent about it. Because you loved him, even if you felt stupid for doing so, it was undeniable. Despite everything your brain told you, you kept any contact you had with him a complete secret from even satoru. It’s not like you and him did anything too special.

But the first time you saw him again, the silence between you both was deafening. Time felt like it completely stopped, seeing him for the first time, upon learning of everything he had done.

He was the one to break the silence. And confess to the murder of an entire village, including his parents.

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

You said nothing. You were silent. Getou understands why. He didn’t exactly come here for forgiveness, rather a final goodbye to the person he loved. He doesn’t blame you exactly if you no longer love him.

“I love you.” he says.

You don’t say it back.

That’s the last time you see him.

And that’s when you both had to move on, and start your new lives, without eachother.

I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared

After that meeting, you didn’t move for awhile. You didn’t cry, or scream, or anything. You were silent and still.

In fact, you stayed like that for a couple days, losing sleep, losing your appetite too. But satoru was there, he always was, you’ve realized. Unlike suguru, satoru is always there for you.

And yet you refuse to acknowledge getou. You don’t talk about him. You’d rather forget he ever existed. Maybe your life would be better that way.

Right where you left me

You left me, oh, you left me no

You don’t utter a word to satoru.

You bitterly wonder to yourself why he had to leave you, why he had to kill all those people, even his words, his explanation to you, made no sense. This was not the suguru you knew. The suguru you knew wanted to help people, protect them, and saw them as that. People. Not some fucking animals. Some monkeys.

Being in love with a man like that is a cruel joke.

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You had tried to keep it all in, and you certainly have. And you would, for many years.

However, despite you bottling everything up, your pain shows in other ways. Such as simply staring off into space, not uttering a word. Recalling your last meeting with suguru, recalling everything you felt in that moment.

Your face doesn’t give anything away, but your clothing suddenly becoming baggier, the circles under your eyes, certainly does.

Satoru can’t get you to snap out of these states, but you are somewhat in reality when he forces you to eat.

You never want to talk about it.

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it

You refuse to be stuck in time and think about him any longer.

As much as you hate the idea of suguru having so much power over your life, he ruined it.

You just want to be happy again. You want to be happily in love without remembering of him, without feeling guilt, you want to be as hopelessly in love with satoru as he is with you, you want to be truly happy with him without the both of you thinking about how getou has effected you both.

You push your feelings for suguru further away. But it only makes you worse.

She’s still 23 inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

But for as much as you try to push it away, your mind goes back to highschool.

You think about all the memories you had, the time he asked you out, your first date, even the time you two hung out outside of school as friends for the first time. The first time he hugged you, held your hand, kissed you.

There’s no point dwelling on the past.

And yet, you still keep coming back to it.

Did you hear about the girl that lives in delusion?

Break ups happen everyday, you don’t have to lose it

You wonder if you’re crazy, dramatic even, for still missing him. Maybe you’ve gone mad. You feel more miserable than ever. You’ve tried so hard to make a new life for yourself. With satoru, with your newfound child. And you are, you’re happy. But that sadness lingers, it’s always there. He’s always there.

It’s like you stopped trusting people entirely, like you’ve lost your mind completely. Maybe that’s because of suguru.

You feel wrong for not being able to tell satoru everything. About seeing suguru, about lying to him and telling him suguru never said a word to you after leaving.

It’s so hard to let people in.

She’s still 23 inside her fantasy

And you’re sitting in front of me

But suguru was just so easy to let in.

You always had trust issues. But with him, it felt right to trust him, to love him. Unapologetically, wholeheartedly.

You barred your entire soul to this man, he broke down your walls without much effort at all. Something nobody had ever done.

His sweet smile, his adorable laugh, his eyes that pulled you right in. He was home.

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross legged in the dim light, everything was just right

For the time you had with suguru was good. This ice cream shop was a place you two went to often. Sat and ate at the table, you’d quietly eat and listen to him talk about anything. Pretend to be mad at him when he lightly teased you for getting such a basic flavor.

Moments like these were special, because it gave you the sense of normalcy you lacked.

You know it was special to him too.

These memories of him used to make you smile. You can’t help but wonder what changed?

I could feel the mascara run

You told me that you met someone

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

You two happened to meet, one more time, per his request.

“To catch up” as he worded it. You stupidly said yes, because you missed him. You wondered if he missed you too. It was weirdly casual, and maybe back then you would’ve been mad at him for the audacity of him to act like nothing happened, but you loved him too much to care.

It was only then did you realize how much he had changed these last couple years. He had children. He was a father. He had a life. And you were still caught up on him. You missed him, so much. Did he even miss you at all? He did leave you after all. If he really loved you, he would’ve stayed.

You kept things civil with him. Pushing down everything you ever felt. It was what you excelled at. You weren’t as silent with him this time, which made him a bit more pleased that he could have a conversation with you. A part of him couldn’t stay away from you, despite how things ended and despite how he promised himself he wouldn’t be weak and see you again.

In his mind, you had moved on. You had a child, you were dating satoru, fucking satoru gojo. The rage he felt, he pushed down. Only for you. Only so you didn’t have to watch him seething with jealousy. Only so you didn’t have to love him even less.

You both have new lives now. That was something you both accepted that day.

Help, I’m still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross legged in the dim light

They say “what a sad sight”

“Hey..” satoru says softly, finally grabbing your attention.

You look away from the ice cream shop, but gojo just smiles sadly at you.

You let out a sigh, you’re a terrible partner. “I’m sorry..” you say, “this is supposed to be our date.”

“It’s okay.” Satoru says, uncharacteristically soft with you, “I get it, yknow? We’ll take it slow, okay?”

You nod slowly, “okay.” you say, and it’s nothing more than that. Cause he knows you don’t want to talk to him about it. You never do. And he respects that. He understands.

I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned up hair

You continue to stare, pulled back into your trance for a moment, before you eventually try to continue your date with satoru. You’re distracted throughout the date, and he knows it.

But it’s okay, he understands. Everyone is dealing with losing getou differently, even now.

He allows your silence and he allows you to think about whatever it is. Because this doesn’t happen too often, because he loves you. Because you were always there for him when he cried in your chest about suguru. Because he knows that it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. You just need some time.

I’m sure that you got a wife out there

Kids and Christmas, but I’m unaware

Cause I’m right where

If he has kids, does he have a husband too? A wife? Wasn’t that what you were supposed to be? Supposed to have? Wasn’t that not meant for you?

He has moved on from you so quickly. You still mourn him. Is this really what you’ve become?

I cause no harm, mind my business

If our love died young, I can’t bear witness

And it’s been so long

But if you ever think you’ve got it wrong

In the end, for as much as you try to deny it. Suguru has your heart. You will always be there for him. Even if he leaves you, even if he moves on like you never mattered, even if he kills all the people in the world, even if you’ve found somebody new. Even when you both live separate lives and even when you both have children of your own. Even when he’s gone and out of this world for good.

And even when he comes back, seals away your husband, and haunts you once more.

You love him endlessly.

I’m right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

Even when you’re the one that has to kill him this time around, finish him off, even if it’s not really him. You do it, because there’s no way you let satoru do it again. Because for as much as you love suguru, you love satoru too.

And then, it’s over.

He’s on his dying breath, but you see him. The real him. He speaks. You can’t help but notice he’s beautiful even when he’s dying.

For the first time ever, since he left, the realization sets in. He will die, for real this time. He will leave your life, once and for all.

“Stay..?” he says, no other words needed to be spoken. Cause he already knew everything you ever thought or felt. Because he always does so effortlessly. He sees right through every wall you’ve ever built. Something your husbands six eyes simply cannot do.

And you see him for who he is, in turn. You see how sorry he is, not sorry for what he did, but that he hurt you, that he left you. He’s sorry he couldn’t be good for you.

You left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You’ve pushed away every feeling you’ve ever had for suguru for so long.

It’s the first time you allow yourself to truly cry over him.

“I’d stay with you forever, suguru.” you admit, the tears finally leave your eyes, it feels good to finally let it all go. But it’s bittersweet. Because in the end only suguru can get you to truly be vulnerable. Because even after everything he’s done. He has your love. He has your trust. You give into him wholly, and unapologetically.

You have come to the understanding that you will miss suguru deeply, but you will finally be able to move on. You’ll live your life with satoru, with your daughter kido. You’ll be happy, you won’t feel guilt, you won’t be constantly reminded of your loss. You’ll even learn to open up to satoru finally, after all these years. Things will be okay.

But for now, you’re with suguru. Even if he will leave you, again. You’ll always be there for him, no matter how many times he leaves you in the dust.

#suguru geto x reader #suguru x reader #suguru x you #suguru x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n #satoru gojo x you

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anashins · 2 years

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hii not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are can you do a jaehyun fic with this :)

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive ending

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Having his day off fall on the same date as his birthday and Valentine's Day, Jaehyun has set high expectations for himself - and he fails nearly all of them.

A/N: His bday is not over yet in our western time zones, so yay, the request fitted perfectly! Thank you, I hope you like it 💗

“How’s the spaghetti?”

“Good!”

In all honesty, which you kept a secret from Jaehyun though, they were crushing between your teeth and simultaneously melting in your mouth when you were biting on them. But you didn’t have the heart to tell him.

Somehow, your boyfriend was still able to look through your facade despite your efforts, the corners of his mouth now tilting downwards in disappointment over his lack of success in putting together a three course meal. “Yeah, somehow, the water wouldn’t cook properly. I was in a hurry and couldn’t wait long enough.”

“But the sauce is delicious!” you tried to save the situation.

Jaehyun’s face turned even more sour than it had already been. “That’s the only thing I didn’t make myself, but I bought it.”

“Oh.”

“It’s okay, just finish the parts of the spaghetti that are overcooked and then we’ll get stuffed with créme brûlée. At least that I will go smoothly.”

“Créme brûlée?” you asked. “You’re gonna make it yourself?”

“Of course.” Jaehyun’s disappointed expression got replaced with a smug grin when he folded his arms in front of his chest and boasted, “I found a recipe in which there are no fresh vanilla beans needed, ready in only ten minutes!”

You genuinely tried to hide your surprised expression, and this time your boyfriend didn’t notice, but started gathering your plates to return them to the kitchen. You doubted the recipe for this usual complicated dessert that normally took one hour would meet the high expectations he had set for today, but hey, you were open for surprises anyway!

Jaehyun insisted you waited in the living room, and so you did despite all your protests as you wanted to help him. Your gaze fell upon the red rose petals that were spread all over the coffee table and two champagne glasses in the middle of it that were not filled yet.

“Everything okay in there?” you called in the direction of the kitchen when you heard ceramics clashing.

“Yeah, don’t worry!” your boyfriend responded, a bit agitated as you took away from the tone in his voice. “Just stay there and select the music already if you like! I wanted to make this day perfect for you, and I will!”

You were asking yourself whether Jaehyun was putting too much pressure and unachievable expectations on himself. It was true that you were usually the one planning dates since he was oftentimes too busy for that, but today was his birthday, Valentine’s Day and his first day off in weeks on top of that.

You tip-toed to the kitchen door when you heard it rattle again, followed by a stressed groan from Jaehyun himself and the sentence, “This tastes the worst!”

The next moment, you were standing close to him, watching your boyfriend putting something together that didn’t look like créme brûlée even from a mile afar. It was too watery and of a color that more resembled caramel pudding.

“I wanted to make this day special for you,” he admitted, his eyes fixated on the mess in front of him, not minding having you around now as he seemed to have eventually given up on everything. “I even oversalted the salad. Who does that even happen to?”

You nudged Jaehyun’s side. “Someone who’s overworked and should use his day off, that’s also his birthday, to actually relax and not put high expectations on himself to spoil his girlfriend, no matter how much he really wants to.”

He let out a long sigh and dropped his head, his fingers clutching onto the edge of the counter. “I’m tired. I really wanted to, but… I’m just so tired. I’m so sorry. If only I had more time and weren’t so stressed, I’d-”

“Jeong Jaehyun…” You took his hands into yours and gently forced him to shift aside to face you. The tips of your fingers then trailed upwards until you reached the curve of his jaw, placing your palms on either side of his cheeks. “I don’t expect you to do anything for me. I just want you to be happy and healthy, and perhaps even love me every now and then. You think you can do that?”

A slight smile spread across his face. “I can definitely do that.”

Half an hour later, you had perfected the créme brûlee even with the artificial vanilla, and you were devouring it happily with Jaehyun on the couch after having touched glasses to celebrate his special day.

“Okay, I’ll do the dishes,” he then announced and arose. “That’s the least I can do. You wait here! And after that… I’ll do all the work in something I’m always in peak form for.”

With a chuckle, you turned around on time to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend winking before he disappeared in the kitchen with the empty plates and glasses. You weren’t able to endure it in the living room all by yourself for too long though.

“What are you doing?” Jaehyun then laughed when he felt you embracing him around his middle from behind while his hands were full with foam up to his elbows and also in the sink.

“Don’t mind me,” you told him, pressing your face into his back and closing your eyes. “I just want to thank you that you were setting all this up today, because you thought I deserved this. It’s your special day too, you know.”

“You absolutely deserve this! One day is just not enough as we have so much to celebrate, I just wish I was able to do more. So I’m cleaning now as well and you can relax. But you have to let me go for that.”

You shook your head which he felt through the fabric of his shirt. “That’s a no from me.”

Jaehyun chuckled. “So I’m supposed to finish cleaning with a spider monkey?”

“Yes!”

“Okay… but… hey! What are your hands doing there?”

Your fingers had slipped past the hem and disappeared under his clothing, tracing the defined outline of his abs. “You cook and clean, so I touch your abs.” You shrugged. “That’s my take on saying thank you.”

“I don’t think it works this way.”

“Why not?”

Jaehyun’s breathing halted, and it took him great composure to express the following, “If I were you, I would put my hands away right now, because otherwise the kitchen won’t see much cleaning anymore today. Perhaps, even until tomorrow.”

“Well.” Your fingers stilled, but then dropped to the lower part of his abdomen. “I think the kitchen can wait.”

#jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x you #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 x you #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #requests

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https-lawrenceslittleone · 7 months

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MHA Agere Headcanons

A/N: This is my official post switching over to a primarily MHA blog. I feel obligated to complete the Hazbin Hotel requests in my inbox, but I don’t want to. I’m not into Hazbin Hotel very much anymore. I’ve had a recent experience with someone that sort of ruined it for me, and I’m going to disconnect myself from it for a while, at least for the most part. I’m sorry, but I will most likely be deleting most, if not all, of the requests in my inbox.

With that out of the way, these are my MHA Agere Headcanons! This will be separated into multiple parts. :)

IZUKU MIDORIYA:

Flip, caregiver lean. Controversial, I know! Most people headcanon him as a little or a switch with a regressor lean, but something about him makes me think he cares for people more than he gets taken care of.

I mean look at the entire vigilante arc. He cares more than he gets cared for. Although, that does result him in ignoring his own needs and crashing, something we’ve also canonically seen.

When he’s a caregiver, he’s extremely protective and gentle. He wants you to hold his hand at all times when you’re in public, just to make sure you’re safe. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.

He loves to baby you. He gives you compliments, praise, tells you how much he loves you, etc.. He thinks you’re the cutest thing ever. :)

Physical touch is his favorite thing ever. Especially kisses. He loves just kissing your little head and forehead out of nowhere. And he loves holding you. He just loves you.

When he’s a little, he regresses to about 3-4 years old. He’s very hyper and active, but he’s also pretty good at entertaining himself. He’ll usually just play with his little hero action figures, and occasionally he’ll ask you to play heroes with him.

He loves physical contact when he’s little as well. He asks to cuddle and hold your hand ALL the time.

He draws pictures for you sometimes and gets SOOO excited when you put them on the fridge or hang them up on the wall or something.

KATSUKI BAKUGO:

Caregiver! Maybe this is just me projecting, because he’s literally my fictional caregiver, but I think he’d be a cg more than anything.

He’d take a little bit to get used to it at first, but he’d warm up eventually. He wouldn’t be super soft or gentle, don’t get me wrong. That’s just not in his nature. He still cares about you and loves you very much, though.

He goes to bed early, so one of his favorite bonding activities is to just. Cuddle. And go to bed snuggling. He doesn’t care if you’re technically not allowed in his dorm room after hours. Not his problem. Aizawa can suck it if he finds out.

He cooks for you. Sometimes, if you’re a little older and can manage it, he’ll let you help out! But you can’t do any of the dangerous stuff, at least not on your own. You just do most of the measuring and stuff when you wanna help out. Other than that, he does it.

He SPOILS you rotten. He knows he isn’t good with words, and while he appreciates physical affection sometimes, it gets a bit awkward for him after awhile if it’s in public. So, to try to make up for it and to let you know he still loves you, he buys you pretty much anything you want.

#age regression #agere #my hero academia agere #my hero academia #MHA #izuku midoriya #Katsuki Bakugo

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mara-tevith-solo · 2 years

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Sing a Little Song For Me

Part 2 of several drabbles that are in no particular order so enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of dead bodies, Canon levels of violence, canon levels of war, foul-mouthed MC, child kidnapping, Quaritch is still his own warning, enemies to lovers, English is my first language but I suck at it

Photo not mine

Pairing: eventual Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named f!reader/oc appearance not really described

Rated 18+ kids

Words: 1.1k+

I didn't care if they could hear me as I crashed through the foliage after them, keeping up with them just enough to not lose them "Spider!" I called, not caring that there was desperation in my voice in front of the enemy.

"Mom!" He yelled back, his voice ragged as he grunted like he was struggling. "Mom!" He called again before a hail of bullets forced me to find cover, even at the cost of ground. "No! Leave her alone! Mom!" Spider called desperately, sounding like he was struggling harder.

"Enough!" Quaritch barked as a dropship lowered enough for them to leave on it.

I sprinted to close the distance in a last ditch attempt to get him back, not caring about the chances that I'd get shot "No! Spider!" I cried as Quaritch made it up onto the dropship with Spider, smiling ferally down at me for a moment, a moment that I took full advantage of as I knocked an arrow, pulling it back and loosing it with just enough aim to be confident there was no way in hell it was hitting Spider. Quaritch quickly dodged with wide fearful eyes, the arrow imbedding itself where his head had been not a blink prior as I snarled up at him, someone forming a voiceless curse before the dropship was cruising away at speed. I stewed the entire jog back to the shack, plotting the best way to get Spider back from the genocidal maniac turned avatar pilot. Out of all the facts I had at that moment, the fact that Colonel Miles Quaritch, xenophobic homicidal asshole turned bogeyman we used to scare children into behaving, was back from the dead, and in a Na'vi body to boot. Karma was a hilarious bitch sometimes.

I looted the bodies by the shack, they certainly didn't need the kit, and we needed every little bit we could get. I didn't bother to look at any of their faces or tags as I collected useful bits and bobs, guns and ammunition finding their way over my shoulders and slung across my hips, fanny packs of medicine and bandages and other little things also found their way around my torso. I finished out the hunt with the sniper rifle, taking every round the Avatar had on his person before finally leaving, back to the clearing so that Thor could actually land. "Where have you been?" Jake hissed like an over worried mother as soon as Thor was settled on the perch, his ears back as his eyes studied me with concern and frustration.

"Took a shot at Colonel Dick-For-Brains and then looted a bit. Got some good stuff, they gave the best shit to those losers." I smiled tightly at him as I began to unload my person, keeping the sniper rifle and equipment away from the general pile so that it wouldn't get carried off.

"I'm being serious, Ani!" He snapped at me, latching onto the anger I had given him.

"I am too, Jake!" I snarled right back, wheeling around to face him head on, stepping over the small pile of spoils to gain ground, making him back away in alarm. I'd never acted that way towards him, had never snapped so aggressively at him. He raised his hands in surrender and backed up further, letting me have the space I so desperately needed. My shoulders were heaving with deep angry breaths that quickly changed into barely contained sobs "He took Spider, Jake. He took him, and I couldn't save him." Sobs leaked out as I spoke, tears pouring down my face as I tried physically holding myself together "He's gonna torture him! Oh god! Oh Eywa!" Like the last fiber of an old rope, my resolve snapped, leaving me a sobbing mess. Jake was instantly collecting me in a hug, shushing me as best as he could.

"I know, I know." He murmured into my hair "Kiri told us. She's really broken up about it." I nodded mutely, no longer able to trust my voice. "He's a strong kid, got a double dose of stubborn from his parents, and he's resourceful. He'll be alright, I can almost promise it." He reassured me, saying all the right things to give me hope. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, both enjoying the comfort the other brought while it lasted "We're leaving the Omaticaya, they want you and I, and they won't stop until either they have us, or we're dead. And they'll kill anyone and everyone to get to us." My stomach dropped with his words as I pulled away from him, knowing that he was right "We started this, all those years ago--"

"They started it," I cut him off firmly, leaving no room for argument "and we finished it. We can finish it again." I sniffed, wiping my tears away with newfound determination "I hope this bastard pre-wrote his own eulogy again." I growled at no one in particular, resolved to kill him again and again, as many times as needed until humanity got the hint and fucked right off.

Jake smiled tiredly, nodding as he clapped me on the shoulder "I'll arrange everything with the Clan, pass the mantle." I could see the pain it caused him to leave the people who had accepted us so firmly, who we'd fought and bled beside battle after battle. But it was our duty to keep them safe, no matter the cost to ourselves. I nodded, gripping his forearm until he was pulling away. Thor cooed on his roost and I bit my lip in displeasure, knowing that I was going to miss him terribly.

He seemed to know something was wrong as soon as I was back in his sight line, cocking his head to the side slightly and not taking his eyes off of me as I closed the distance, pace by pace. As soon as I was close enough, one of my braids was between his beak, just holding it aloft gently as he watched me expectantly, cooing softly at my forlorn expression "I have to leave with my family, to keep the People safe. The humans want Jake and I, and they won't stop until they have us." I sighed and closed my eyes, not bearing to keep meeting his gaze, instead brushing his muzzle tenderly "I'm not going to ask you to come with me. I'm not going to ask you to leave your home." I announced firmly, though I still couldn't look at him without wanting to cry. He dropped my braid and tapped me with a kuru, searching for mine, wanting to communicate more solidly. As soon as tsaheylu was made, he was adamant about not leaving my side, that if I was in danger, he'd be there for every little bit of it. I met his gaze with tears falling down my cheeks, making him coo as he gently brought me in against his chest for a sort of embrace. "Thank you." I sniffled, hiding my face near one of his chest vents. I didn't want anyone else to see me cry, not there, not then.

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