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lunatic-pudge · 10 months ago

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Heavy SFW Alphabet

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Didn't mean to take a month break on these, but oh well. Am slowly working on some requests I got, I'm a super bad procrastinator, so plz bear with me. Now I gotta figure out if I wanna do Spy or Soldier next. I'll figure it out in a few days when my brain let's me.

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A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Now with Heavy, I'd say he's the least affectionate of all the mercs. Like, yeah, he's gonna love on his S/O, but he tends to be a more reserved person. He's definitely a no PDA type of guy, a simple hug is fine, BUT IF YOU DARE TO TRY TO GIVE HIM A SMOOCH he'd be so flustered. He likes to keep the lovins behind closed doors

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Definitely a loyal bestie. Can see him wearing friendship bracelets with Medic tbh. Befriending him takes a while though cause he just prefers to stick to himself. He's like Sniper where you two could sit in silence and just vibe together. He's a very good friend to have. Ready to protect and he there for you

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Big man do be loving a good cuddle, but only when it's you two. He'd let you lay on top of him, nuzzling up against his S/O, enjoying each other's presence. I'm sure with enough convincing, he'll let you be the big spoon, but for a price ;)

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

Another fellow house husband. Makes some of the best food ever and will take care of the house and let you relax. He won't hesitate to tightly wrap you up in a blanket burrito, unable to escape, just to get you to relax

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He quick and to the point. Doesn't like having to dance around the topic. Why prolong it and make things worse? He's pretty good at handling breakups, he knows that sometimes things don't work out and you gotta learn to move on

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Loves the idea of getting married to his S/O but would wanna wait until his days are over. He doesn't wanna rush things though, preferring to take his time.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tries to be gentle but it's hard to be gentle when you're a big guy like Heavy. He's better at being gentle emotionally, rather than physically. He's had a rough childhood, so he understands the struggle. He will let you cry it all out if you need to

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Likes a good hug when it's from someone he's comfortable with (family, Medic, S/O). Hugs from anyone else makes him SUPER uncomfortable. Def has the best hugs and I will fight anyone who disagrees. He's big, comfy, and WARM

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

I feel like he'd be too shy to say I love you first. While he tries to be upfront with everything, saying I love you is such deep, intimate thing to say. He doesn't wanna rush it, but you bet your ass he'll be so happy to hear you say it first.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Heavy? Jealous? Absolutely, not. This man has nothing to be jealous about. When he's with his S/O, he trusts them 110%. He knows he has nothing to worry about. And even then, why would you want someone else? Heavy is a big, burly man with cuddles for days! Why would you EVER wanna settle for less?

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Homie's got them lil' gentle and delicate kisses. He tries to be as gentle as he can with kisses and I'm here for it. Loves giving his S/O forhead kisses.

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He loves kids, but he's worried about hurting them by accident. He's a big guy, and kids are small, fraglie, and crazy. Kids are feral with him, constanly trying to climb him and asking if he's a giant. He would absolutely make a great dad though. First, picture him cuddling with a baby. Got it? Good now picture him having a daughter and having a tea party with her. He'd be sitting at a tiny table, wearing a tiara and pink tutu as his daughter serves him tea, telling him some juicy "drama". I love it. Make it a real thing plz

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Man's got a strict morning and night schedule, and would like if you followed it as well. He gets up early, one of the first to get up probably. Showers, eats, prepares for the day, standard stuff. Rarely does he allow himself to sleep in or have a lazy day. There's always something to do

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Tries to go to sleep at a reasonable time. He ain't a night owl. He likes to read before going to bed, helps him to relax. Likes to be snuggled up with his S/O as well. Probably owns a C-PAP

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

I'd say it takes him some time. He does love talking about his Mother and sisters though. He's got some funny stories about his sisters. But he doesn't like talking about his dad and certain past events. He did have a rough upbringing after all. And it can be hard to talk about so just give him time, he'll slowly come around

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Man's got hella lots of patience. It takes so much to make him angry. The only thing that can get on his nerves quicker than most is dealing with certain (Scout) mercs. But to be fair, Scout knows how to get on everyone's nerves

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I'd say he's got a pretty good memory on him, he's just gotta remember the right words to say. He might forget some little, slightly random details though but it's hard to be mad at him

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

You, him, a good book, and a giant blanket wrapped around you both. You both are snuggled up together, soaking up each other's warmth. He reads the book to you, his deep voice lulling you to sleep. Heavy loves these moments between you two. Where he gets to be snuggled up with you, holding you in his arms, keeping you safe.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Definitely a protective bear. Will do WHATEVER he can to keep you safe. If he can't be there to keep you safe, he will have Medic there in his place. And then he'll have Medic give constant updates on you. Poor thing just wants to keep you safe. Sometimes he can be a little too overprotective at times

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

He tries in his own special ways. He likes having dates at home. He sees it as a more intimate setting. He'd write you cute little poems expressing how much he loves you. He would have everything taken care of and won't let you even lift a finger to help out

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The only bad habit I can think of is his habit of being cold and distant. He tends to keep things to himself. Poor baby isn't use to having someone there to talk to and just vent to. But it's a bad habit that can be fixed over time

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly, I don't think he's too worried about his looks. I'm sure he does have some small image issues cause he's always getting called fat by other mercs. He's moreso built like a hippo. They look like they're these fat, lazy creatures but they're actually pure muscle and will tear anyone and anything to shreds

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Meh, he'd be fine if he has to go without you for a while or the relationship ends. He's an independent man who's been through hell and back. He can handle being away from his S/O for whatever reason

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

God, you know there's so much more to this man. He just doesn't show it. Well, you can kinda see it out on the battlefield and I bet it can be seen when he's drunk too. But he's also not much of an alcohol guy. He'll drink every now and then but it's just not something he cares about. Also, Medic's the unoffical third wheel and your guys' relationship. He's just kinda there. Think of him as your child. Now imagine the three of you in a cuddle pile, fighting for who gets to lay on Heavy. Heavy ends up having to decide and obviously he chooses you, sorry Medic

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like loud, cocky people. He needs someone who's more on the chill side. Yeah, those types of people and be fun to watch and hang out with every now and then, but it can get tiring to deal with. So someone who's more introverted is the type of person for him

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Again, he tries to maintain a strict sleep schedule. Go to bed early and wake up early. Definitely a fellow sleep apnea buddy so sleeping sucks sometimes. Cuddles are a must during bedtime though, or else >:(

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#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 heavy #tf2 heavy x reader #i'm watching a video about daniel larson and it hurts my soul #i also gotta sneeze #i have some extra surprises after i finish soldier and spy #so plz stay tuned #also i'm sorry i'm taking so long with requests #you're allowed to yell at me #bro this is my 4000th post #i've had this tumblr is freshman year of high school #if i'm correct

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 3 months ago

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Hope

Beatrice tells Zevlor she needs to go to the House of Hope. SFW.

I’m sorry, Zev.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Zevlor stiffened, his chest tightening. “Oh?”

Be brave. You’re doing the right thing.

Then why does it feel like I’m betraying him?

Hurting him?

Beatrice snuggled against him as they lay in his bed at the temple. Another hard day. Tomorrow will be harder. “Do you remember when I said that the Emperor is keeping the githyanki prince imprisoned to prevent us from turning? Well, there’s a way to free him.”

“I’m sensing a but, dear.” he said, quirking an eyebrow.

She sighed. “The means to free him is in the House of Hope…which is in Avernus.”

His hold on her tightened. “Is there no other way?”

He’s scared. Scared I won’t come back. He gave me hints of how awful it was, but I have a feeling it’s so much worse.

“I’m afraid not, love. The hammer is in the House of Hope. That’s where we’re going tomorrow.”

“Promise me that you’ll return. Promise me.” Though she could not see it, she could hear it in his voice. He’s crying. Oh Zev, no.

She shifted to look at him. “Of course I am. How could I not?” Believe me. Please. “We have a lovely future ahead of us, Zev. I’m fighting for that. Well, and for the Moonmaiden and everyone obviously, but quite a bit of it is fighting for our future. For us. That gives me the strength to carry on, because fuck me, there’ve been points where I’ve cried and screamed and hoped that all this has been a weird, awful nightmare…but then I think about you. About us. And that makes me happy.” And now I’m crying. “When I’m with you, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you, and I swear in My Lady’s name, I will always come back to you.”

Zevlor pulled her back against his chest, a choked sob escaping him. He rocked them slowly and whispered to her, “I-I had no idea the depth of your feelings. Truly? I bring you that much joy?”

She began to laugh. “Zev, really?! After I said all that, that’s what you think?” Beatrice placed a few kisses on his chest and continued to giggle. “Gods, yes. Yes, you make me that happy.”

And I am coming back.

With Her strength and grace, I shall prevail.

***

As soon as Beatrice, Halsin, Gale, and Astarion returned to the Devil’s Fee, the three gentlemen badgered me into returning to the Elfsong Tavern to clean up and spend the night with Zevlor at the temple.

“Alright, alright---I’m leaving! Have a great everyone!” She laughed, waving to her companions. Once her steps were no longer heard on the stairs, Lae’zel spoke.

“If Bea doesn’t ride that teeth-ling like a knight rides her steed, then she is a fool.”

***

Zevlor was reading a book of poetry when his lover burst into his room.

There she stood triumphantly in my new favorite dress (the white one from Master Figaro), hands on her wide, soft hips. “Told you I’d be back.”

He tossed his book on the table and raced to her open arms. “By the waking gods, you did it! You did it! My love!” Hugging her, she could feel his relief. “Oh my darling, you did it!”

You bet your red ass I did, love.

“Zev, I killed a devil in his own house. The Orphic Hammer is ours. I freed a prisoner. And…and…I got some kickass armor! And now,” she kissed his nose. “I get to be with you tonight, as ordered by the group.”

He shook his head with a half-smile tugging on his lips. “Then I’ll be sure to thank them a later date for allowing me the privilege of your company tonight…I…” Why does he look so nervous all of a sudden? “I…”

Wait.

Letting go of her, he reached into one of his pockets and got on one knee.

Oh.

My.

Gods.

It’s happening.

Clearing his throat, Zevlor opened a small jewelry box with a—

WAIT A SECOND!

I KNOW THAT RING!

THAT’S MUM��S!!!!!

“Zev—”

He shook his head again, staring up at her with shining eyes. “Please, pulchra. I need…I wanted to wait for a suitable moment, but after today, I must…I must…I’ve thought much about what you said last night---about how happy I make you.” He bit back a sob. “You must know that I feel the same way. With you, I feel as if all the suffering and hardship I endured is worth it if you are the reward. I realize that out of your many suitors,” I had approximately two but alright, love. “I am at a disadvantage in nearly every way---I am an old tiefling Hellrider, I plan to retire once this whole Absolute business is done with, and I yearn for peace and quiet. However, I cannot deny how I feel…how you make me feel…I wish to spend whatever years I have left with you. I am yours, my darling girl, if you will have me. Will you marry me?”

A breathy laugh escaped her as she smiled and nodded. “First of all, yes, I will marry you…but more importantly, Zev---that’s Mum’s engagement ring. How did—”

Slipping the ring onto her left ring finger, he rose to his feet. “Your mother came here some weeks ago, asking to speak to me. I, of course, said yes. She said it was your late father’s wish and hers that if I was serious about you that I should use her ring.” He exhaled sharply, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over the ring. “Your mother is a formidable woman, pulchra. I see where you get it from.” He winked, smirking at her.

WHAT?!

“Zev! Moonmaiden take me, I am not like my mum.”

AM I?!?!?

He laughed, bringing her hand to his mouth, gently kissing her knuckles. “Hmph, in battle and throughout this journey, you most assuredly are, my dear. But enough of that. We should celebrate, no?” Oh, that’s his tail going around my leg. “Have you eaten?”

She shook her head. “No, and I am hungry…and tired.” Really tired. But tomorrow is finding the way to Duke Ravengard to rescue him.

Stay in the moment, Bea.

Zevlor snorted. “I don’t doubt it. Sit down, darling. I’ll run to the kitchen and make a tray for you.”

After he pulled out a chair for her and helped her sit down (he’s such a gentleman, my Zev), she watched him leave and sighed happily.

You were right, Da. “Never stop hoping.”

I never did.

And now I’m going to marry the most wonderful man in the world after saving…the world.

It’s a bit complicated, if I’m being honest…

But as long as I have Zevlor, then I’m content.

No, more than content.

Happy.

#beatrice wildheart #beatrice x zevlor #half drow tav #chubby tav #plus size tav #cleric tav #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #zevlor bg3 #with a cameo from lae'zel lol #bea x zevlor #zevlor nation #they are engaged your honor

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jinkicake · 2 years ago

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Sigh,,,,, scaramouche is really bringing my “ in love w mean unhinged men” behavior out😭 like Jesus Christ he’s so,,, not to mention all the hot scaramouche cosplayers giving me butterflies 😒 like him being all “ like a whore, you're taking this dick so fuckin' good. like getting treated like my toy?” Is 🥴 I can feel the feminism and self respect leaving my body when I see art of him w a smirk. Like good lord something about short men w huge dicks is crazy!! Bc if he looks at me and tells me to shut the fuck up imma do it, depending on the day bc I still like to fight at heart. But he’s literally the peak of the most disrespectful sex ever and I’m so down for it😭 and it sucks that I just started arcane and all the trash ass men in that show have me trapped too😔😔 scaramouche is so annoying bc on some hand he could do all the work bc he wants to let off steam but on the other he likes to torture people; like if you don’t come to him he will let you sit in your embarrassment. Like rip if you want to confess your feelings bc he will act dumb as hell until you say it. “so desperate for it, aren’t you? if you want it, you better start taking it” like not having to ask for the dick properly 😒 but also a “ don’t ask anyone else I’ll do it” mf. Like if you’re only fwb with him bc he doesn’t want to commit first literally just stand next to any other person like he will buy a ring THAT DAY💀 texts you at 4:45 am for a booty call but he really just wants to be held but he can’t say that so he gotta fuck you instead to obtain cuddles😭 “i bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you, wait until they see who you really belong too” like he’s SUCH A BRAT and if he’s not checked it will only get worse!! Like he literally has not a single card in all of teyvat I think it’s crazy bc he would send you to the Tsaritsa covered in bites And bruises with his cum running down your leg he doesn’t care!! LikeSGDHDJD at some point they gotta start feeling bad for you bc even dottore is like “ you can hide under my desk he won’t find you there”😭😭 childe gotta sneak you out of Snezhnaya but rip bc he will always find you in the end😔😔 might run away just so he can chase me tho🥰🥰

no literally you get it... he's unhinged, he's terrible!! everything i like in a m4n! i dont get why im not more obsessed with him.... i suppose i can only have kaeya in my heart </3

NO LISTEN, I GET IT. I REALLY DO GET IT. the cosplayers and fanarts are hot and all the fanon shit written about him is so hot but then i look at a picture of him and i see the literal puppet and it makes me laugh. i can't look at pictures of him or else i will LAUGH T T but i know how you like your men short sooooooooooo hehehe you're doing great charity work!!!! kekekek

honestly, i think you could take him and win. i know it! but, i know youd also purposely lose to scara smhhh!!!!

NOT ARCANE?! YOU TOO?! ugh is it worth watching? my friend told me to watch but then my other friend begged me not to watch it LMFOA

omgggg no im sorry i love possessive scara sm like this crazy bitch locks you away from everything and keeps you in the finest clothes and has you there only for his eyes.... could you imagine how insane that fucking puppet would go if he couldn't find you? like if the fatui were hiding you from him!? we saw how he acted w the sleeping loser like he k!lled literal agents sooooooo he would literally go feral. and honestly, i can get behind that. I love angsty and desperate scara who has lost the one thing he could never lose.... oh and the punishment that you would suffer once he finds you.... omgggg where are the yandere writers at? please, im begging you to take this! he would be completely evil like his heart would break from the betrayal and would never mend after- angst is too much fun!

no bc his punishments would be horrendous... -i had to share a few more thoughts- like overstimulation one night and then edging another night and then keeping you locked in your room for weeks with no contact until you're crying and begging in his arms when he finally reveals himself again... he'll make sure that you know he's the only thing left on this planet for you.... you'll have it fucked into your mind as he ties you down to each post of your bed and spends all night showing you how much he needs you

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu #sorta #yandere scara is the best scara #scara angst is good too #scaramouche

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golden-bubblebee · 7 days ago

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Supernatural season 5 pt 2

SUPERNATURAL IS FILMED BEFORE A LIVE STUDIO AUDIENVE????

Okay I am not liking this

Why are they clapping and cheering during my show this isnt a comedy they dont belong here. Shoo!

And so saturated omfg help

I WANT MY DESATURATED TRAUMA CHANNEL BACK

No okay I accept the intro song that is ADORABLE

The way theyre laughing at the startling and face wiping

Im sorry we are to believe thid guy is straight???? (Dean)

Like my guy was having full on gay panick

DEAN THE GIRLS MOTHER IS STANDING NOT EVEN 3 FEET FROM YOU

Nah thats not lucifer. Thats a different demon100%

Okay so it was lucy

Obsessed with them trying to get Sam in a psych ward so he just tells the truth

You bet they rock paper scissored this, and Dean, for once, did not use scissor

OH MY GOD DEAAAN

'You see what I mean doctor, he's being beating himself up over this for months. The apocalypse wasn’t -his- fault'

IRMA CANCEL MY LUNCH

The relationship you have with your brother seems dangerously codependant

WORD

I love this doc

Though I love him as a telly doc, not sure how convinced I am of his practices as a real psych doc

They classify Dean as a narcisist?

Oh my god it's here, the iconic scene

The little jiggle jump makes it so much worse

NOT THE FLOPPY NOISES

Flopflopflop

Mary is sending all the signals she wants sam and dean out and john is just plain igboring her

Its absolutely wild being in a fandom where you get sentences like 'Im only at season 8'

Okay we need to talk about Dean continuesly opening beer bottles with his bare hands

DEAN

TAKING OFF THE GLOVES ONLY HAS POINT WHEN YOU TAKE OFF BOTH

Okay

He clicked one button

And one beep was sounded

So: Dean has cas on speed dial

CASS WEAR SOME GLOVES

CHERUBS ARE NOT INCONTINENT

Oh my god cass what.

He stole deans burger

Please tell me theyve been cupid'd togheter

Oh my god thats a grown man

That's a naked grown ass man

I think its a new horseman (not the cherub)

Is there one for gluttony/lust?

SAM WDYM 'I COULD SMELL YOU'

New new theory

The briefcase is pandoras box and theyre meant to open it

It was a horseguy!!

THATS WHAT YOU CALL 'LOCKED DOWN GOOD'??? A pair of cuffs????

At least give the man entertainment so he can think of something else

He isnt gonna have a soul is he

Fucking called it

But what the fuck what the fuck

Spn: has a character watch a docu abt wildebeests so the audio can line up with the real events (it then closes in to the kill etc)

Also spn: shows us a screen several times of what is most definitely not a wildebeest

BOBBY THESE ARE YOUR KIDS

'And who actually are you?'

'A friend of bobby singers'

'The town drunk?'

'I thought he was the town drunk? (Sam points at other guy)

'And who told you that?'

'Ehm. ... bobby singer'

Dean canonically sleeps with his hand on his gun and thats both to be expected and deeply sad

WOW WTF

What a way to start an episode, just straight up killing the man

Dean death count: 109

Sam slaughter count: 2 (I think)

Deans heaven is literally innocent sam and the impala

IT WASNT PERFECT UNTIL AFTER SHE DIED (the marriage between John and Mary)

And from the grown ass naked man cherub we know that they hated eachother before God meddled

I NEVER REALISED HOW LONG YOU'VE BEEN CLEANING UP DADS MESSES

No no no no crying

This is the face of a boy who got beaten to shit for that (letting sam run away)

No I dont like this episode

Sams heaven is filled with Deans trauma

Its all about him being away from them

And Deans heaven is being with him

HAJAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAA

'Wow! Running from angels! On foot! IN HEAVEN! With thinking like that I'm surprised you boys haven't stopped the apocalypse already!'

ASH OH MY GOD

"You boys die more than anyone ive ever met''

I love how aware spn is of the spn death phenomena

When I tell you I actually screamed

Im out of images so there will be a pt3

#bubbles watches supernatural #supernatural #supernatural season 5

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novadreii · 5 months ago

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Hi! I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry you went through all of that with your ex. That sounded so hard, but you sound pretty resilient! Can I share my story here, I'm at such a loss and I'm in a relationship that sounds kind of similar. Very hot and cold. Used to think the world of me, now he hates my guts. I do struggle with anxiety and ocd and am on medication to help, but I stg he makes it a million times worse than it needs to be.

He's been treating me worse and worse in last 6 months (1.5 years together), but then I will get occasional flashes of the guy I fell in love with in the beginning and it's like I get freaking amnesia for all the shitty treatment (he mainly just straight up ignores me like I don't exist when I don't behave exactly the way he wants me to, stays out till 5am without any contact, likes pics of and follows Instagram models which I haaaateeee, etc). I just want the man I fell for back. I know I should probably leave but the thought of following through feels like dying. I really love him so much. Can I ask you to share any tips that made leaving easier? To get over your love for them? I am so miserable, but I'm scared leaving will be the wrong decision. Gahhh I'm sorry this is so long. I need help and have nobody I can really confide in :/.

Hello and hi! Of course you can share and I'd love to share what worked for me. My jaw was agape reading your ask because 90% of this sounds exactly like my ex. Specifically, the hot and cold treatment, the devaluation, lack of empathy and the silent treatment as a control strategy.

Believe me, I know how gut-wrenchingly painful someone you love who supposedly loves you ignoring your entire existence like you're a ghost they can't interact with is. To look in their eyes and see literally nothing there, to know they couldn't give a shit if you lived or died.

You can leave. And I really think you should. This kind of misery over time erodes your mental health, self-esteem, sense of self, and your physical health too. The longer you stay, the higher the cost.

Good news is, you are probably not as in love with this person as you think. Your subconscious knows it's not safe to love people who don't care about you, but you CAN absolutely become addicted to a person like they are a drug.

You are likely dating some kind of narcissist/sociopath/avoidant. Hard to tell, even with mine, but the telltale stonewalling/silent treatment, devaluation of things he used to love about you, and complete lack of empathy for your suffering points in those directions. They put on such a good fucking show in the beginning, I bet he love bombed the shit out of you and it's hard to resist such devout adoration. Believe me, I knowwwwww.

Look up trauma bonds on YouTube. There are tons of videos. The intermittent reinforcenent from the hot/cold behaviour keeps you addicted and coming back for more. You think if you can just shrink yourself down enough, you can bring him back. It's why leaving feels impossible even though you're not happy anymore. You have hope, and hope is normally a beautiful thing to have. But not when it comes to people who are emotionally immature and unavailable.

You need to cut this person off cold turkey, in my opinion. Move away, cut all contact, remove them and block them on everything. Yes, you need to detox from a person. It's the same principle as quitting cigarettes. Even a puff every now and again will keep you addicted.

This will feel like ass. A withdrawal for the ages. Your heart will feel so broken, but it WILL PASS. You have to keep that faith to get through. During this time the best thing to do is stay busy, lean on your support network, and take care of yourself.

The single most effective thing I did to get over him though was concentrate on all the negative things about him and our relationship. All the awful memories. The nights spent crying myself to sleep alone in our bed because he insisted we couldn't work on our relationship in the same home and took off to his fucking parents' house for 3 months lmao.

When I missed him, I would replay all the moments he ignored me, denied me closeness/communication, literally stared at me expressionless when I cried and begged for him to talk to me. I treated this like science (bc it is) and trained myself to associate him with only the pain he caused me, which was substantial. No good times, no positive traits. Bad times only.

I screenshotted any awful interactions I could find over text messages, and deleted literally everything else positive about our relationship that I could find on my phone, Discord and Tumblr. We had a little server that documented our relationship, I left it so I wouldn't be tempted to read over the good times. I left/sold whatever gifts he got me, or any reminders/memorabilia of us. It's like the CIA did a crime scene wipe of this man from my life.

The memories that remain are the awful ones only. Without reminders of the good, you'd be surprised at what you can forget with time. The good times and tender moments will fade. Sometimes they pop back in; send those memories some love & gratitude and move on.

Do not text or call him, this gives him power over you. He will think he can still treat you however the fuck he wants to if you hang around. He will not respect you. Whenever you miss him, replay the abuse, journal as if you're writing to him, but do not under any circumstances contact him. You must delete this person from your life in order to rebuild it.

People were trying to give me the same advice 6 months before we broke up, but I stubbornly clung on. I wasn't ready, I hadn't suffered enough yet. I really believed his bullshit, that he loved me and wanted to work on things, but his actions never once lined up with his words.

Once I realized that, it became apparent that the Good™ side of him I was hoping to see again, the man I fell for, was no longer there. Real or not, he was gone like the mfing wind and I was going to destroy my sanity trying so hard to get him back. He became a stranger to me.

So, I broke up with him, realizing that this would be my life for who knows how long if I didn't put my foot down. I genuinely couldn't do another second of it. He ignored my break up message too, LOL.

It took me a few weeks to confidently feel like I did not love him romantically anymore. He was wanting to be stay friends, hinting at getting back together one day, and at first I was so pathetically receptive. But one night a few weeks after the breakup I asked if we could clear the air so I could move past this and be able to be friends, and he fucking shut me down AGAIN. Again!!!! After everything he put me through. I felt so fucking dismissed, unheard, and embarrassed that I'd thrown my dignity on the floor for someone who proved time and time again he didn't give a fuck about my needs or wants.

This is when I understood that this is not love!!! Love does not only take. It is not concerned with ego or power or with satisfying one's own desires only. Love is empathy, it's having compassion and mercy. He had none of these things for me. He wanted to string me along for God knows how long so he could get his validation without doing any work. This was the moment I broke fucking free and never looked back. I saw and focused on his selfishness and cruelty, and disgust set in for me in place of love.

I'm so sorry friend. It feels like such a betrayal to have someone you love so deeply and who you feel genuinely loves you pull such a total switch up on you. It fucks with your head. But you will be okay, if you cut them out. No contact, no sex, no social media. I encourage therapy if you have access to it.

Someone who loves you for real will be unable treat you badly on a chronic ongoing basis. They won't be able to see you cry without gathering you into their arms. Your pain will feel unbearable to them. This man does not fucking love you my dear. I'm sorry, truly, but I wish I'd understood this for myself years before I did.

Tldr: trauma bonds, negative associations only, no contact, detox, self care and spending time with people who actually care about you so can contrast how it feels.

I hope everything works out. Let me know how it goes if you'd like, I know how fucking isolating this shit is and I'm here if you need. No presh tho.

#anon #thank you for asking and good luck!!

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lavender-long-stories · 1 year ago

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Spoilers for Lavender Letters Chapter 2

I love how we start this chapter with Hidan amused by Hinata's rage. I think this should be a staple for them as a couple, just saying.

Hidan just sees a little bunny baring it's teeth and ranting. >///<

I am also laughing a lot about how she just tells him everything, like?? My girlie??? She told the psychotic murderer about her fucking crush, I swear to god.

Who else is she going to tell? Might as well tell this man she *will totally never meet.*

Hidan doesn't read fan mail but he waits impatiently for Hinata's letters, yeah, he clearly doesn't have a favorite.

I don't think he ever denied she was his favorite. He was just never asked.

"I think that's a federal crime." And I bet my fucking arm Kakuzu was thinking "we're already in jail", so, sure.

I love Hidan just saying shit at Kakuzu.

OH MY GOD THE GROUPIE PICTURE LMAO AND I AM NOT EVEN SURPRISED MY THE DEADPAN "sacrilege" I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIIIIIIIE

XD I knew I had to address murder groupies at some point lol

"He was blunt, brash, and a bastard. And Hinata had to admit he might be her best friend." I'm literally so sorry for her but her misery is my entertainment. Also, she needs better friends. If the only person you trust with your feelings is a total nutcase, then maybe there's something wrong with the people around you, just saying.

When you are so shy and depressed that the only person you can tell all your feelings to and feel safe is behind bars.

"What a sad thought. Her best friend was a convinced serial killer. If she ever said that out loud… well, maybe she should never say it out loud." MAYBE SHE SHOULD??? It would be amusing as hell, I'm sure of it.

Neji would lock her ass in the basement.

I'm literally chanting inside my head "please make her worse please make her worse please make her wor-" because I think everyone has the potential to go to prison for capital crimes at least once :D But the idea of the cutie teacher killing the negligent parents is too good to go to waste.

>.> no comments on THIS chapter about that

They are weirdly cute, tbh. I don't know what I expected, but it seems on-brand to you. Even if Hidan is a psycho, he is so cute in his own fucked up, twisted way.

What can I say? I write shit that will tear you up and then make it cute.

"These women saw him acting up in court and wanted him to father their children, and people called him psycho?" This is such a good point, because I see people wanting to fuck Ted Bundy and Richard Ramirez and other fucking maniacs and I am like ?????????are you people fucking mad????

I wanted to make it clear that I am not supporting ACTUAL murder groupies here. >.>

Fictional murders have no real victims. Simp after them all you like.,

Lavender Letters

Pairing: Hidan x Hinata Rating: M for Violence and Strong Language

Description: Hinata signs up for a prison pen pal program and is assigned to Hidan, a serial killer known for his brutal murders. Hinata becomes friends with him despite his crass nature. And, oh yeah, they kill her father.

#hidahina #hidan x hinata #hinata hyuuga #hyuga hinata #comment highlight #nari i blame you

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years ago

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Hi! I crave Eddie angst so bad but I suck ass at writing, so here’s an idea, reader has verbally abusive parents who are nice to everyone so Eddie doesn’t notice and reader is ashamed to say anything because they feel like Eddie has it worse so it doesn’t matter (totally not projecting at all/sar) Anyway one day Eddie yells at them for something stupid and they just like shut down because that’s their trauma response and he freaks out cause they aren’t responding to anything. I need to read something gut wrenchingly devastating right now. Love your writing <3!

i feel this one too babe, love you the most <3

they're so nice / eddie munson

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cw: verbal abuse, genderneutral!reader, cursing, fighting, disassociation, ends with comfort

after a long time of dealing with your parents alone, you finally let your boyfriend in on what really goes on at home.

an: please be kind, some of this is pulled directly from personal experience. just because things seem unrealistic or too much for you, doesn't mean no one deals with things like this. if you are someone who has to put up with this terrible behavior, just know that i love you and you're nothing like what they try to tell you you are.

"I cannot believe this," your mother yells, throwing the report card down on the table. you flinch, knowing she wasn't going to lay a hand on you but each words hit like an axe.

your lip quivers as you open your mouth to respond. "i tried my best-" you were cut off.

"obviously not. a b, y/n, a b?! are you trying to embarrass us?" she scoffed, hands landing on her hips.

you sniffled. "the class was really hard and-" you tried again.

your mom was livid. "i bet chrissy and jason and nancy all got a's, didn't they?" she retorted.

"i-i don't know," you stuttered. she rolled her eyes, picking up the report card again as if it would've somehow changed.

you wiped your eyes. "jesus, y/n, i raised you to be better than this," she groans, taking a breath. "stop crying, you did this to yourself," she says once she notices the tears streaming down your face.

your dad scans your outfit as you stand by the door. "you need to go change," he mumbles finally and your eyebrows screw together.

you look down to your outfit, trying to see what was wrong with it. "why?" you ask and his face floods red.

"did you just question me?" he asks and you pale.

"i-i,"

he stands up from his chair. "i am so tired of you disrespecting me and your mother. it's ridiculous how incompetent you've become within the past year. i said change, so change," he yells, pointing up the stairs.

you stand there, trembling as you watch him. he scoffs, turning to his wife. "i told you, hun, our child is going down hill constantly. you wouldn't even know we raised them," he says.

"i can't believe you embarrassed us like that," your mother sneers from the front seat as soon as you pull out from the parking lot.

you just looked down to your nails, picking at them. responding would only do more harm than not. "that was downright terrible, y/n, i didn't pay hundreds of dollars for singing lessons for you to get third place," your dad snaps.

your eyes begin watering as you continue looking at your lap. "you are not my child," your mom snips, looking at you through the rearview mirror. the tears spill from your waterline at her words, heart tearing in two.

"thank you so much for having me, dinner was delicious," eddie smiles, shaking the hands of your parents. you smile from his side, glad this went well.

your mom gives him a big smile. "thank you, darling, you're welcome anytime," she says as he wraps his arm around your waist.

your dad gives him a nod of approval. "great to meet you, son," he says. your parents walk inside and eddie turns to you.

he raises his brows and places a kiss on your lips. "i don't know why i was so worried, your parents are so nice," he breathes a sigh of relief.

you force a fake smile on your face and nod. "yeah, they are," you whisper. eddie looks at the door, making sure they're no longer in view and pulls you in for a kiss.

this one lasts longer, more passion being poured into it. eddie finally pulls away and rests your heads together. "i'll see you tomorrow?" he questions, causing you to nod.

you head back in with a smile on your face, closing the door and walking to the living room. "eddie is such a sweet boy," your mom observes and you nod, happy they actually liked him.

"he's way too good for you," your dad comments and your smile falters. "and could you have dressed up any nicer, at all? i don't see how he'd want to be your boyfriend when you dress like that all the time," he points out, gesturing to your clothes.

"you could put in a bit more effort, y/n. someone like him has to have people all over him constantly, if you don't try harder, i wouldn't be surprised if he left you," your mom adds, sipping her glass of wine.

you blink as tears fill your eyes. "he-he loves me," you whisper. your parents look at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

your father slams the door behind him as you make a bee line for your room. "don't you walk away from me!" he yells, grabbing your mom's attention. he'd just been called to pick you up from school for being in a fight, you were suspended for two days. he grabbed you harshly by your shoulder, whipping you around. "what the hell is wrong with you, huh?" he asks and you just close your eyes. go to your happy place, go to your happy place.

"what happened?" your mother asked, crossing her arms.

your dad explained, yelling and jabbing you in the chest for emphasis. "do you have anything to say for yourself?" he yells in your face, spit flying. i did it for eddie, you say to yourself. people were making fun of eddie.

"how could you do something like this? be so stupid? you know what people will think of us because of you, right?" your mom yelled, coming over to join the yelling. when you don't respond she just glares. "i regret every second i wasted on trying to raise you," she grumbled. your heart was in pieces, but you were only half there.

your dad was fuming so bad he could have steam coming from his ears. "now you can't even talk? i can't believe you anymore. you know you were a mistake right? you are the worst mistake i've ever made, you know that? your mom and i could've had such a better life if you weren't here! you ruined it, you ruined it!" he screams at the top of his lungs.

your mom grabs him, feeling his pulse. "his heart is racing, you know how bad his blood pressure gets. you're going to give him a goddamn stroke and kill him. go to your room, i don't even want to see you," your mom hisses, pulling your dad away from you.

you and eddie had gotten in a fight. it was over something completely stupid, and you don't know how it even got this bad. but when he raised his voice causing your heart to drop, you shut yourself down like you've trained yourself so well to do.

"you want to make me the bad guy? fine. go ahead, y/n, go right the fuck ahead," he yells, spit flying from his mouth and making you flinch as he puts his finger to your chest. he doesn't jab, doesn't hurt you and pulls it away immediately to turn around and run his hands over his face. a chill runs down your spin at his tone, and something tells you he's not done. your eyes un-focus, everything going blurry as you seclude yourself to inside of your head. nothing can hurt you in here.

he turns to you, seeing you just standing there with tears in your eyes. "what? no response? you just gonna go quiet? well, i don't care. i don't fucking care!" he screams in your face but you don't even flinch. he lets out an unamused chuckle, rolling his eyes as you don't move.

he crosses his arms, watching you expectantly. "i'm waiting," he says, raising his brows at you. you slowly blink, but say nothing. he squints, looking into your eyes. he then realized they weren't even focused on his, they really didn't look focused on anything. he took a step towards you, following your eyes but you were just looking towards the blank space on his wall. "baby? hey, hey, look at me, please," he says, panic settling in his chest.

your focus doesn't change and you don't even acknowledge that he's next to you. "baby," he says, making himself eye level with you. he grabs onto your shoulders and shakes you slightly but still nothing. he feels his breath catch in his throat as panic spreads through his veins. what did he do to you? "hey, baby, come back to me," he says, shaking your particularly hard. "you're scaring me," he says, as he watches tears fall freely from your eyes but you are still unresponsive.

eddie moves his hands to your cheeks and begins stroking the tears away. "sweetheart, please, i-i don't know what's going on," he says, searching your eyes for answers. what the fuck did he do? he lightly taps your cheeks, trying to bring you back to him. "snap out of it," he grumbles in frustration, his own tears starting to build up.

"y/n, sweetheart, please," he begs, holding his forehead to yours. you hear his voice distantly calling to you from inside your head. "i don't know what to do," he says, a tear falling from his eye. you follow the sound of his voice and then you're blinking a couple times. eddie lets out a breath when he sees you finally look into his eyes.

you take a step back once you realize he's in front of you and wrap your arms around yourself, scared he was going to start yelling again. "s-sorry," you muttered, looking around in order to ground yourself again.

eddie looks at you, face full of concern. he walks up to you again and wraps his arms your waist. you go rigid and he pulls back slightly, more worry flooding his face. "what was that?" he asks softly.

your mind registers his tone and you immediately begin to relax into his touch. "what was what?" you mumbled, letting him rest his forehead to yours again.

"sweetheart, you just left me for a minute there," he says, trying to seek an answer from your widened eyes.

you blink, trying to come up with an answer. "you yelled at me," you whisper weakly and avoid his gaze.

eddie's heart stings at your words. "i-i know, baby. i'm really sorry and we'll talk more about that later but... that doesn't explain why you completely zoned out just then," he says, brining one hand up to push up your chin.

you close your eyes, beginning to shake slightly. eddie loved your parents. everyone did. if you told him, would he even believe you? "hey, hey, take a deep breath, y/n. please, calm down, it's okay, i've got you," he says, speaking quickly when he feels you trembling.

you remove your forehead from touching his and instead bury yourself into his neck. he holds you tightly, resting his chin on your head as he rubs your back. you take a few moments to gather yourself before responding. "it-it always happens when people raise their voice at me," you say into the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

eddie furrows his brows. who yelled at you so much that it forced you to start shutting down like that. he knew it wasn't him... you guys barely fought and it never resulted in him yelling like he had tonight. "who yells at you, baby?" he asks, bringing up a hand to pull you from his neck. you shake your head as you meet his eyes. "baby, you can tell me. i promise whoever it is, i'll beat their ass," he says, being completely serious but masking it with lightheartedness to make you more comfortable.

a small whimper leaves your lips. "you won't believe me," you cry and eddie frowns.

"sweetheart, yes i will," he says, bringing his hand forward to rest on the side of your face and wipe away some tears. you shake your head again and more tears spill from your eyes. "baby, tell me," he begs.

you sniffle and look away from him. "my parents," you whisper, closing your eyes as the aftershocks of you admitting it for the first time roll through you.

eddie freezes his movements and examines you. "your parents?" he asks, wanting to know how he never noticed. you nod, reaching up to wipe your nose. "they act so nice i-" he starts and you let out a sob. you knew he wouldn't believe you. eddie pulls you to him again. "baby, no, i believe you, i promise i do," he says, rocking you side to side.

"you do?" you ask insecurely and it breaks eddie's heart.

his hand holds the back of your head as he continues rocking you. "of course, i believe you. it's just a little hard to digest right now but i know you'd never say that unless it was true," he says.

you grip the back of his shirt tightly as you continue crying. "why didn't you tell me sooner?" eddie asks quietly.

"i didn't think you'd believe me, and i didn't want to worry you. you-you have enough going on," you admit and eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head.

you close your eyes, so glad to finally put it out there. "baby, i always want to know if there's something going on with you. i tell you everything and i want you to tell me everything too. i believe you and i'm going to be honest, i'm really really upset right now. fuck, i don't even know what they've said but i don't want you going back there," he says, tightening his grip on you.

you nuzzle into him but shake your head. "i have to go home," you whisper.

"not if i can help it," he says, causing you to let a small smile spread across your lips. finally, someone knew.

#stranger things eddie #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #stranger things angst #angst #angst with comfort #verbal abuse

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kohakhearts · 30 days ago

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ok i put them all under the cut because a) cringe b) long and c) i don't have all the direct sources for most of them but if anyone would like those i can attempt to hunt them down o7

side note: age headcanons are non-specific because i dont fucking know man. early 20s or something idk. its NOT weird i just dont know djfghfjk

1: pretty sure this was the first one i did. you can tell because the phone drawn chibis have effort gone into them. i posted this on my priv twt with the following notes:

dont really have bday headcanons for them. i kind of think gary’s an october baby and goh’s a december baby. but theyre the same age

goh doesnt squish bugs he loves bugs too much. he befriends them. gary hates it

goh’s not a jealous person he just has abandonment issues. looks similar on the surface but very different imo

gary is good at SEEMING like hes not awkward, but he is <3

gary doesnt really lend his clothes. he also doesnt borrow them because he would never live it down if he did (too many remarks about “bad fashion taste”). they do trade lab coats though. and goh definitely steals certain clothes of gary’s to wear as like pjs lmao

gary is better at affection through words but he also unfortunately sounds sarcastic 99% of the time hes saying “i love you.” even when he does mean it

i actually think gary probably can drive but ever since learning he was chauffeured in the os this is funnier

2: my notes on this one:

theyre literally not toxic in the slightest, they are both more toxic with ash than with each other. but they are gross and make people uncomfortable with their strange flirting methods

< 0 makes no sense. i meant < 1 lmao

3: my notes on this one:

“platonic and familial pairings” sometimes a family can be you and your boyfriend. sorry op. i DID miss the point.

4: notes:

re: cleaning up messes i think they do that an equal amount but goh's a little more compulsive about it and i bet gary collects stacks of paper and stuff that drive him crazy

i swear ive done more of these but i cant find them so instead you get the individual blorbo ones

1: notes from when i originally shared on twt:

checked “more healing” which was objectively not true literally everything i write is “what if he coped worse” but no take backsies i guess

“whats his trauma” being born lol

also hes at the intersection of “protagonist of life” and “just some guy” bc he IS just some guy but he manifests protagonist energy so hard it just comes back around to bite him in the ass. but he keeps dojng it bc special snowflake syndrome

also. im NOT defending his ass. i am his number one hater. woobifying this stupid bitch is ILLEGAL around here. hes toxic and im proud of him

2: no notes, just "heres my stupid idiot guy." which tracks, yeah

at some point i guess i went from "idk december vibes" to picking a specific birthday for him. good for me

anyway thats all i have probably maybe. sorry if my writing is unintelligible LMAO

should i share all one million and one shipping charts ive ever filled out for shigegou

#all but one of these i did on my phone so thats my excuse but tbh even the computer one is pretty messy jdkfgjfk #i do have the blanks. i think. feel free to dm me if youd like them #yeah ok i'll put this in my tag. im normal about them #shigegou #taylor.txt #also some of these contradict each other but thats bc theyve been made like a year apart #or just because sometimes it really does Depend On The Day

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theheraldsrest · 2 years ago

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Companions and Advisors reactions to an Inquisitor who loves talking/singing, tends to ramble a bit but has suddenly gone quiet because some prick of a nobleman/noblewoman told them "It's not fitting of someone of your importance to be so... childish and such" (or however a noble would basically say "shut up and stop talking so much" Bonus points if the inky is an Elf) Romanced or not doesn't matter. :D

“Companions (+Romanced) reacting to a very loquacious Elf!Inquisitor being silenced”

Thank you @feral-sins ! Am I uh...still under a threat or…? I MEAN LOVE THE ASK THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

“How DARE you speak to the Inquisitor that way?!”

-Listen, this man might not be the best at words when it comes to normal interactions, but when it comes to your honor? You can bet he’s going to say something. Was taught to hold his tongue when speaking to certain nobles but those lessons are right out the window. If glares could kill, this noble would be dead and 6 feet under. Pulls you away so that you both can talk about whatever you like, away from those absolute ass- I mean those unkindly gents. If romanced, he'll definitely consider a duel with that man even if he hates duels and hates making a scene but, Maker forgive him, he's about to TEACH SOME MANNERS-

Josephine

“Says the man/woman who can’t shut their mouth about their affairs?”

-It’s an absolute surprise to see Josephine snap at someone, especially nobility. But that person had no right to speak to you that way. Josey absolutely loves listening to you when you talk and enjoys the vast changes in topics. To see someone shut that down in front of her is like taking her favorite book and slapping her. She’ll kindly remind them that she could ruin their entire life if they ever treat you that way. Even worse for them if you’re in a relationship with her. Your woman is using every insult she’s ever learned on this person. Including elven cuss words gasp

Leliana

“I wouldn’t be telling the Inquisitor to hold their tongue if I were you. You might just end up losing yours.”

-She will full-blown threaten this individual in front of everyone in the room. Leliana couldn’t give a shit or two if they’re related to the Empress herself, this man/woman was good as dead. Though she did find herself losing concentration a few times with some of your conversations, she still enjoyed them as well as your singing. Josey might have threatened to ruin their life, but Leliana will make sure it happens without warning.

Vivienne

“I’m guessing you were never taught any manners because of how rich your blood is? Then allow me to educate you.”

-Madame de Fer will not allow you to take any of this noble’s shit. True, on the occasion she has had to excuse herself from your ramblings or asked if you could speak another time, but never would she tell you to silence yourself. She’d make them kneel and beg for forgiveness from you to make up for their harsh words.

Varric

“Hey, punchline. Watch who you’re talking to or else you’ll have 20 or so people to answer to.”

-It’s all about the threat behind the words, and Varric’s got plenty to say. He wouldn’t let people talk bad about Hawke, he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let it happen to you either. Varric found it interesting how you could talk about everything and anything and it helped that Varric wasn’t easily annoyed. But if this noble thought you were bad, then boy he better be ready for what Varric’s got to say. It’s both embarrassing and annoying to the point that it makes the noble leave, red in the face.

Cole

“Why? Why silence someone who does exactly what you do-Oh. It’s because you don’t do that. You’re envious of how outspoken they are.”

-Someone’s taught the boy to sass. He knows there’s ice behind this person’s words but he doesn’t understand why they have to be there. Jealousy, envy, clouding this man’s vision from how wonderful the words are that you share. How you lighten up when you talk about something you find interesting or a topic you know well or because you’re not afraid to sing as loud as possible just because the mood strikes you. However, this man makes you afraid, ashamed. That’s not nice and neither will Cole be if he doesn’t stop.

Solas

“Do not. Speak to her. That way.”

-Solas is livid. And I’m not talking about his usual “humans are a pain” stuff, I’m talking about “I’m about to risk it all just because of a petty insult” livid. Man is trying his hardest to insult you both, but it’s a little difficult with an angry elf staring daggers at him and interrupting every sentence before the noble can say two words. Solas enjoys talking to you and listening, always something new to speak of or to learn. And your singing. Beautiful. He refuses to let anyone speak to you that way. And if romanced, ho boy that noble better split unless he wishes to see if Fen'Harel is really gone or not. No one will believe him either way

Cassandra

“It’s not fitting of someone like you to put them down just because they answered a question when you couldn’t. Now if you’ll excuse us.”

-Also very pissed and very much wanting to punch that noble. Sure, it took some time to get used to your endless talks and the whiplash of conversations, but it was still enjoyable. At least the others had the decency to speak to you with respect or dismiss themselves from the conversation without harsh words. Cassandra is very much considering going to Leliana and ruining that man for her dearest friend. If in a relationship, will actually punch the noble. No ifs, ands, or buts. They're getting their ass handed to them. And she will not regret it

The Iron Bull

“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to either apologize on your own accord and walk away or I’m going to make you apologize and then I’m going to ‘kindly’ remove you. Your choice.”

-Bull ain’t having none of it. Talking with you helps him pass the time or makes him feel more comfortable in certain areas, not to mention he just likes to listen to you. To tell his Kadan to be quiet because it’s not ‘fitting’ for them, you’re just asking for a fight. He gives the noble a 5 minute head start before Bull makes the choice for him. Either way, Bull comes back to make sure you’re alright and if you’d like to just talk to him or your friends. Even if you're not with him, you've been a great influence in his life. He's not going to let that slide.

Dorian

“Want to try that again? I could’ve sworn I misheard you, speaking so rudely to my friend and the Inquisitor.”

-Dorian knows this song and dance and he’s used to it, but usually it’s directed at him and not you. You two could go on for ages with talking, from magic to history to politics, etc. If this noble thought he better than you to silence you, Dorian’s gonna make him regret. But with words. It’s so hard to hold back your laughter as Dorian puts himself between you and the nobleman, talking about the many words you could use to describe a fat, shameless pig with an asshole complex. Ever seen Dorian mad? Like, full flegged? You have now if romanced. He'll get very serious and very quite, coming up to the noble's face, and simply telling them to leave. There is no mistaking the electricity in his eyes nor at his fingers

Sera

*lots of yelling and cursing, followed by “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TELL MY INKY WHAT TO DO YOU SHI-”

-Safe to say that Sera’s not happy. Yeah ok, she doesn’t understand a lot of what you say but she still likes it when you’re singing or talking around her. She at least knows you're safe and happy. But god help the poor fool who silences you. As much as he was looking forward to it, Bull has to try and restrain her from killing them as she’s yelling your praise and a number of curse words that made the man/woman clutch their pearls. Don’t let her back in the same room with them or else she’ll make a bee line…with a jar of bees. You’ll also be receiving a lot of angry cuddles. As a friend...yeah, no it's still pretty much the same. Except without the cuddles. She's a very dangerous animal, she doesn't need cuddles. At least that's what she keeps saying

Blackwall

*Casually sipping his drink and turning his sword to catch the man’s eye*

-Not. Having. Any of it. Blackwall isn't great with his words, but he’s good at conveying things through actions. Especially with telling the noble that they’re in danger when he puts his arm around you and has his sword drawn. If they still don’t get it (which, to be honest, is a mistake), he’ll bluntly put himself between you and the noble and ask you to continue what you were saying, there must be some sort of pesky fly around. If the noble tries anything, Blackwall has no problem with knocking them on their ass. As your friend, he may refrain himself unless he can see that this noble's words are doing more harm than anything. You've given him respect when he didn't deserve it. He looks to make sure it doesn't go to waste

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minzart · 3 years ago

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wouldn't it be funny if yuu had a ghost too but they can't see it? like mickey mouse or something hell, maybe even chernabog just silently looking over the great seven and at the dorm leaders. the prefects see it too but like ignore the ghost rule is in on it. but if the ghost was say, mickey you just see an ominous looking mouse beside yuu. I don't know which is worse.

YOU CAN HAVE MY SOUL YUU FINALY OVERBLOTS IN THE SGS AU BABYYYYYY

Listen, Yuu is stressed and ignoring the intimidating ghosts seemed like a good idea at first

If Mickey is the ghost:

Mouse wakes up in the infirmary with the child he's been talking to some days before what is happening???

Now now, I am biases so house of mouse totaly happened at some point or whatever, and of course Mickey knows the seven and this awakes his protective mode to ELEVEN

The seven totaly try to fight him but for some reason the bastard has plot immunity unlike everyone else

Yuu finaly is able to see, hear and interact with the seven that were stalking them for MONTHS NOW AND EVERYTHING MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

Bet how much that the seven boys are going to wrestle with their seven to keep them from spilling the tea

Yuu going for the boys for advice and Mickey silently hovers over them with the "hurt this little one heart and I will give you a painful death bc this ain't a family show and even them we have killed your kind before, don't think I wouldn't do it again" stare

Yuu calm the mouse down he's scaring the children

And then Mickey discovers RSA and the mouse is hell bent on convincing Yuu to transfer much to the boys despair

The only one who has a romantic experience in his belt and he hates the dorm leaders except Kalim, Kalim has his blessing if the boy starts showing romantic interest in Yuu

Helps Yuu in so many things regarding magic and specialy hears them when they have a stressed day

Now, Yuu is so tired of this bullshit that I bet they would do exactly what you said and just ignores all the ghosts for some good time, except that the great seven notices the rules before the boys so they know Yuu can see them but let it pass... for now

Not all is lost for the boys, as the time pass Mickey sees they are just... kinda rude but not evil... so he warms up slowly to them... doesn't change the fact that their repressed soul is a villain but hey, he isn't going to judge so much anyway

Anyway, it's the adventure of a mouse that's helping this kid to get back to their world! And have 8h of sleep, a good meal and some spare time alone bc interacting with so many people can drain you quite quickly

If Chernabog is the ghost:

My personal biases, guy's a blank slate bc the only thing we can go off is, evil, likes to play with souls, sleeps like a rock and hates daylight

For personal reasons I say he can shapeshift his size and likes to be a big boy most times

Ah finaly, an avatar, wait this is a child-... sees that they have each of the seven at their hand: oh~

Maleficent totaly points this is her ex and that is proof that Yuu is totaly in love with her grandchild boy you can pray that scene from house of mouse from my cold dead hands, yes Hades we know you two slept together to, stop pretending it never happend or Idia will find a photo of that time

Most of the time is silent and in tiny tiny mode hiding in Yuu somewhere, bc he'll get bored if alone and yes, he's a gremlin that will cause chaos for fun, but this time, it isn't Yuu's business and they are grateful for it... specialy when the demon goes for revenge if somebody messes with his vessel

The seven are shocked that he's the soul of the tiny magicless student and finaly notices that... it kind makes sense? That child did beat their asses and together with the Cat their overblot looked like a mix of all their most powerful characteristics they have... don't mind me just passing by to offer you the possibility that Yuu's overblot can only be defeated if the boys talk with them

Chernabog hides his presence from Yuu and all others in the beggining bc he wants to have the upper hand when he shows up

The seven were full of anxiety after Yuu's overblot, bc THEY RECOGNIZE THAT SILHOUETTE ANYWERE

Grimm follows the tips this monster gives to him and now his pranks are getting frightening good

I can see him starting to get soft for this child and their cat as time goes on... he doesn't even notices that he becomes somewhat of an guardian angel from them

Totaly silent with anyone else except his vessel, then he's a chatter box listen he has a reputation but he dreams of the day he can give a villain speech to somebody

The boys are in awe that this fucking legend is Yuu's soul, and seven help them bc they are trembling every time Chernabog is with Yuu which is more and more usual

He has the privilege of having two vessels, Yuu and Grimm, which means, he can go at many places and probably shows up at anytime he deems convenient, so like: he was with Grimm in his shenanigans and suddenly he decides to check with Yuu who's used to this at that point and scares the shit out of the poor "overblot" boy that is present at the time

Yuu is the tactician and Grimm his powers, he's quite smug that his soul had to be shared or else one person would have too much power

He beans at Yuu's dense brain that didn't notice the others attempts of courting and even so the seven boys don't give up, it almost cracks his stoic face once

The boys: so... how can you survive living with his threatening aura?

Yuu remembering that Chernabog is a ghost and even so was afraid of the vacuum cleaner: ... what threatening aura?

Chernabog: this kid has some sass, I like them... wait what are you doing up this late you need to sleep stupid child!

Let's say yuu shows some interest in someone, chernabog is totaly lost in what to say and ends up giving some great advice, if you cut the part where he tries to suggest that they kill their lover's enemies and gives them their head as a courting gift, followed by "but a weapon of their choise can do I guess" which Yuu translated to: "gift them something they might like"

He hates RSA so much bc they shine like the sun and he hates it... kalim you are in thin ice with him

Both approve of the chaos that is the first years, like they are teens, let them have fun

However, may I present you: Yuu overblots two times, the first: Chernabog wakes up, the second: is in RSA and it's Mickey yes I know they might die but hey shhhhhh

Now imagine the mouse and demon bickering about who is the true reflection of Yuu's soul:

C: well, I wake up first!

M: and I wake up only to Yuu!

The seven sit and watch the showdown*

Meanwhile the boys are extremely concerned about Yuu's mental stated after two overblots...*

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst sgs au #spirits of the great seven au #sgs au #yuu overblots #this gave me auch a dumb au idea that i will make apost on #basicaly: Mickey is the don't touch the child meme while Chernabog is the I have had this two for three days and if anyone touches them i'll #kill you myself meme

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4joonkookie · 3 years ago

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Crush

❈ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (x Yoongi)

❈ Words: 6.6K

❈ Summary: (Smutty) Boyfriend!Jungkook can sense you and Yoongi are horny for each other and let's you indulge.

(Angsty) After being quarantined together in domestic bliss for a few months, Jungkook asks you to stay for good.

(Smutty & Angsty) Jungkook asks you to move in permanently. You and Yoongi almost set the house on fire when Jungkook makes an offer you can't refuse.

❈ Warnings/Tags: Plot, There's Plot., Smut, Established Relationship, Angst, Morning Sex, Dirty Talk, Loud Sex, Thin Walls, Blurred Lines, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Face Sitting, Cumplay, Cum Spitting, Hair Pulling, Cum Eating, Doggy Style, Brief Ass-Licking, Arguing, Crying, Commitment Issues, Threesome, Female Character with Fuckboi Tendancies, JK has a lot of money, Quarantine, Writing is Hard, Cuckhold, Spitroast.

❈ Notes: -Can be read as Part 3 of the Mirror, Mirror Series or standalone:) -Takes place Summer 2020-ish.

You can feel his eyes on you before you even open yours.

Jungkook smiles next to you on the bed, head propped on his bent elbow. “I like this,” he says.

“Like what?” You yawn and stretch and coax yourself into staying awake.

“Everyday, when I wake up, you’re right here.” He brushes bed-head hair away from your face. “We should keep it like this.”

Rolling over on top of him, “You think so?”

“I know so,” he says, as you lean down to kiss him, morning breath and all. There was a time when neither of you would have ever allowed your mouths near each other before brushing.

It seems like some alternate universe now even though it was just 3 months ago. Drowning in work, living in hotel rooms and hoping you could sneak away for a weekend with your long-distance boyfriend, if your schedules would allow it.

Then the world came to a screeching halt. Your job had been cancelled indefinitely, you’ve hardly worn anything but hoodies and sweatpants for months and you’ve gone from a long-distance girlfriend to a live-in domestic partner.

You’d never thought you and Jungkook would end up this way. You integrated together effortlessly, as if it has always been this way. Any worries you had about meshing with the other members were unfounded too. You’ve never had friends so close. You’ve never had time for hobbies or doing things you actually like.

You never thought you would end up like this.

Straddling his hips, Jungkook rubs his hands on your naked skin. He slides his hardening cock between your unclad folds, still wet and open from the night before.

He continues thinking aloud. “You should stay here.” He pushes up, pressing his shaft on your clit. “We could start everyday like this.” He guides himself easily inside and you groan, still sensitive. “I’m serious. Don’t go back to work.” He slides in and out comfortably. “Stay here.”

“Jungkook, I can’t live here,” you scold, circling your hips a few times. You try to distract him and yourself, not telling him about the conversation with your work yesterday. You could be back as little as a week.

“But you do live here. He stops his motion and holds your hips still. “You just need to unpack your boxes.”

You’ve all but officially moved in yet your belongings remain in boxes. It would be easy to empty the boxes and put things in a permanent place. Also, equally as easy to tape the lids shut and ship them back to your old life.

You ignore his comment and brace your hands on the wall above the headboard, gaining traction to move your hips. He pulls your arms down and holds them to your sides.

“I've already talked to everyone.” Holding down harder, preventing you from moving.

“You did?” His words finally hold you still.

“Of course. They said it was silly I asked because you already live here. Everybody said they would love to keep having you here.”

He pulls you down to whisper: “Especially Yoongi.”

“Shut up.” You playfully slap his chest, embarrassed.

He is not wrong. You and Yoongi had become particularly close since being here. You have a lot of fun together, cooking, playing guitar, there’s a bit of tension there. It never goes beyond playful flirting but it’s been obvious for a while now. Jungkook is secure and is sure to openly poke fun at the both of you about it.

Jungkook laughs, moving his hips again. “You guys crush on each other so hard, it’s cute.” He continues whispering. “You know he can hear you?” He points to the wall above his head.

“No!” You whisper back in disbelief. Yoongi’s room is just on the other side of the wall.

“Yes, he told me. He can hear everything,” he still whispers but thrusts up into you harder, forcing a noise from you.

Jungkook is always one to tease but the way he keeps his voice at a whisper makes you know his words are true.

He continues his harsh thrusts as he whispers. “He’s probably still in bed right now, jerking his morning wood with his ear against the wall.”

“Jungkook, stop!” You continue to reprimand him but can’t prevent a grin at the idea.

“You love it.” He lifts your hips and drops you down hard. You try to stifle the moan it elicits. “You like the idea that he’s there right now with a good grip on himself, palming up and down to the sounds of your noisy moaning.”

“I am not noisy,” you defend yourself quietly.

“You are so noisy!”, he says loudly enough to travel through the walls.

The room finally quiets and Jungkook tries to keep his own breathing steady as your pelvises grind against each other. You close your eyes and let the fantasy swim in your mind. Yoongi, slipping his hand under the waistband of his pants, listening to you.

Jungkook continues to fuel the fantasy as your bodies set a rhythm. “He’s rubbing himself raw, wishing his spit and hand was as wet and slippery as this pretty pussy.”

Jungkook takes your prudish whimpers as a challenge and flips your body so you’re on all fours and places a grip around your hips that promises bruises. He sets a punishing, slapping pace. Probably echoing through the entire house, you bury your face in the pillows.

He pulls you up by your shoulders and holds you still as he pounds into you. “Come on baby, don’t you want him to get off?”

He continues his heavy pace and you surrender as the pressure builds at your core, cock slamming into your g spot, unable to stop the moans from escaping if you tried. Your legs shake when liquid begins to gush and drip down the inside of your thighs with every thrust.

Jungkook growls, happy with evidence of his skill and he comes to the sounds of your bodies slamming together.

You both collapse to the bed and catch your breath. You lay around just a little longer, taking each other in and reveling in your safe little world.

Eventually, you both roll out of bed, throw on clothes and head out into the kitchen.

“I would bet money Yoongi’s out there right now, in front of his laptop with a mug of coffee poured and ready for you.”

You roll your eyes and brush him off although you know he’s probably right. He stops you before you can turn the door handle.

“Hey.” He holds both your hands in his. “Think about it? Really? Before work tries to take you away from me again?”

You nod. “I love you.” There’s nothing truer and your job has done nothing for you other than keep you busy. Still, you try to prepare him and smooth it over.

“You know, if I go, it’ll only be like, half the time. We’ll still have way more time together than we did before, especially if you’re not touring,” you offer, persuading him.

He shakes his head. “No. I want you here. Not sometimes. All the time.” His gaze gets sad. “Unless that’s not what you want.”

You try to reassure him. “You know that’s not true.” He nods but you see the doubt in his eyes. “So is that an ultimatum? Stay here or nothing?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He wraps his arms around your waist.

“Then, what are you saying?” Wrapping arms around his neck.

He takes a deep breath in. “I’m saying… I know it’s not what we expected but I love this, it feels right. I don’t want to move backwards.”

“I’m scared, Jungkook.” It’s the only way to describe the doubt that lingers in your mind.

“I don't know why. But being scared is ok. Just please, please think about it. Before you make a decision.”

The words are stuck in your throat.

You can’t because it means it’s real. It’s not just circumstances, casual or reversible. It’s real.

“I love you.” He kisses both of your hands and follows behind you into the kitchen.

Yoongi sits at the kitchen island on his laptop, as Jungkook predicted. He pushes a mug of prepared coffee for without a word, a morning ritual.

Jungkook gives you a knowing look while Yoongi continues work on his computer.

“Thank You.” You take a seat around the island.

Standing next to you, Jungkook mockingly asks Yoongi: “Will you pour me a cup of coffee, hyung?”

Yoongi senses his jest, stands and turns to retrieve a carton of banana milk from the fridge. He pours it into a coffee mug and slides it to Jungkook over the counter. You do your best not to laugh.

Jungkook smirks, checked by his elder. He sips from the mug, his eyes moving from you and back to Yoongi. Yoongi catches his glance. He knows. He feels it. It feels like a million things are being said in silence. Yoongi picks up his own coffee mug to refill it from the pot, a chance to turn his back to Jungkook.

The tension makes you wonder if they’ve ever spoken about the “crush” before. Or, worse, this morning. You know the walls are thin so, sure, he can hear you. But you wonder if Jungkook exaggerated the rest to get you off. Is that why it’s awkward?

“Jungkook, please get the pork belly from the freezer.” Yoongi directs Jungkook with his back still turned, a silent directive to drop it.

‘Is this for the recipe you’re trying today?” Jungkook finally lets up and changes the subject, heading to the freezer.

“Yeah, a little later.” He closes his laptop and stands. “I have a meeting. Are you heading to the studio?”

“Yep. Back soon.” Jungkook kisses you on the cheek and they both head separate ways.

You finish a cup of coffee and lounge around alone for a few hours, the house quiet with everybody doing their own thing in the large house. You read a few chapters from a book recommended by Namjoon and manage to take a short nap.

You imagine this is what it would be like if you stayed here. The empty house is peaceful. At least, for a few hours. It’s no trouble being alone and keeping busy but you know it’ll be more like being in hiding.

Management has always viewed you as a threat and distraction to all the members. There was not much they could do about you staying the last few months. Jungkook has some leverage now and they have to work around his wishes. As the relationship progresses, the way they already minimize and diminish you will get worse. How far can it even go when it has to be a secret? Staying here means a life of full gag order and anonymity.

You attempt to distract yourself from generating a long list of reasons to decline Jungkook’s proposal by strumming a few chords on the guitar.

When Yoongi re-emerges to the common area, you acknowledge him but continue playing.

“You’re getting pretty good at that thing.” He sits next to you on the couch.

“Thanks.” You lay the guitar beside you as this better distraction presents itself.

“May I?” He holds his hands out to receive the guitar.

You pass it over and you watch and listen as he strums much more pleasantly and skillfully. Bare-faced, messy hair and wearing clothes just to lounge around in but he looks good.

“So.” He starts as he strums between chords. “Are you unpacking your boxes or will you live out of them forever?” He asks as casually as possible.

“How do you know?” You question, nearly holding your breath.

“Walls are pretty thin,” he says, even and casual, still strumming softly.

You try to contain the redness coming over your chest and face, all of the things he may have heard this morning, circling in your mind.

You shamefully try to come up with something quick. “I’m still figuring out the details with work.” You nod unconvincingly.

“Yeah?” He says, surprised. “Jungkook is really excited about it.”

“I mean, management will throw a fit but-“ he shrugs his shoulders. We’ll back you up. They have to get through all seven of us before they can get to you. ”

You feel a pang of guilt hit your gut.

He changes the subject, sensing he’s hit a nerve. “Anyway...”

You blurt the first thing to come to mind. “So, you can hear through the walls?”

“I hear enough,” placing the guitar at his side, He looks down and stifles a giggle.

You nervously bite down on your lip. “Jungkook says I'm loud.”

He nods and runs his hand over the back of his neck. “That’s true.”

You both take a moment to snickers before you apologize. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, sounding genuine.

“What else did you hear this morning?” You ask, curious.

“Not much.” He leans back on the couch with his legs spread. You try to ignore how inviting his lap looks. “Just you being loud. He offers a teasing smile. “And some things about unpacking your boxes and…,” he trails off. “How you have a crush on me,” he finishes, nonchalantly.

You give him a playful shove and he raises both arms to block, laughing.

You wonder what else he heard. You can see the details he’s left out in his face, trying to be safe with this boundary.

“Is that what I heard?” His voice lowers as he tries to confirm.

“Yes,” you respond. “But that’s not why I spend time with you. I just like doing those things with you, being around you.”

A smile washes over his face. “I enjoy doing those things with you too. They’re just sometimes more fun because I have a crush on you too.”

You don’t respond but look down as the mood changes. His eyes lay on you differently. He has a different kind of confidence about him hearing you say it. You do too, knowing you’ve both said it out loud and Jungkook said it before anyone else.

The tension sits too heavy in the air but you let curiosity get the best of you anyway.

“When did you get off last?” You ask with a stern eye on him.

He laughs, deflecting. “Oh, is this what crushes talk about?”

You keep your gaze steady, awaiting an answer.

He lets out a defeated sigh. “Jungkook told you. How embarrassing.”

“So, this morning?” you immediately probe, unable to help yourself.

“And last night,” he contributes, shifting in his seat.

It’s a relief Jungkook had the wherewithal to whisper all that filth this morning. Also, that nothing was a secret. Jungkook is so great in that way. Acknowledging what is without being threatened and getting his ego bruised.

“So, obviously, I don’t mind that you’re loud.” His smile fades a bit and his gaze gets dark. “It’s sexy.”

Your stomach sinks. There are so many questions you want to ask but you don’t. How long? How often? What do you think about? Who do you think about?

He continues. “You like knowing that.” It starts as a question and ends as a statement. His eyes scan your face and you observe his own restraint.

It’s getting too deep. You should stop before this conversation escalates any further. The house feels too empty and too many ideas race in your mind. He takes the action before you.

“Are you ready to cook?” He asks, nearly leaping off the couch.

You both head to the kitchen and the tension settles as you get caught up in conversation about nothing-too-serious. Yoongi perfects a sauce while you load rice into a steamer. He tastes the sauce with his thumb and has a bland, questioning reaction.

“Is it good?” You try to read his face.

“I don’t know, try it.” He adds some spices and whisks further, lifting to check the consistency. You watch one strong arm whisk the mixture while the other holds the bowl still. His lips are pursed, concentrated. The sight of his arms and lips start to make your body hot.

You’ve seen him hundreds of times in the past 3 years. You’ve seen him everyday for 3 months. Still, It’s like looking at him for the first time.

This is all Jungkook’s fault. He put the idea in your mind.

Really, he activated something that was always there. You don’t know how he does it. He’s good like that too, excavating every emotion you have, never letting one be covered up or denied. You’d never realized how often you’d done that. He’s made you better, even before living together.

Nevertheless, your now crush is evolving to an ache, a craving right in front of your eyes. Yoongi is unaffected, focused on perfecting his cuisine. He’s messy, stray sauce everywhere.

He approaches where you stand by the counter, bowl in hand and you can smell him. It nearly knocks you off your feet when it fills your nostrils. Stray sauce is streaked on his forearm. You grab a nearby kitchen towel to swipe at his arm when he gets close, keeping your hands busy. They have too many ideas.

Maybe laying your hands on him (regardless of what they were doing) transfers your horny energy but your hands linger on him now and the dynamic shifts. He has that look again, lips parted, a million dirty thoughts flash across his mind in seconds. A big metal bowl is the only thing separating your bodies.

His eyes dart down from yours, guiding your own eyes to his lips, intrigued. He takes a deep breath and leans in closer, nearly hovering over you. He uses his thumb to briefly flick across your bottom lip. All the indecency in his eyes directed at your mouth. He places the bowl on the counter next to him, closing space between you.

“Try it.” He reaches down beside him and coats his thumb in the liquid. He slides the palm side of his thumb between your lips. You let them graze over but resist the urge to wrap your mouth around him.

You run your tongue over your lips to taste. “It’s good,” hardly audible.

The slight gesture causes the intensity to surge so greatly that you both seem to repel from each other. Yoongi returns to the other side of the kitchen and you both continue your tasks in silence, adrenaline still rushing, making it impossible to have a conversation.

Right on cue, Jungkook enters the silent heavy room.

“Hey.” you both say in unison, not even looking up at him.

“Hey.” He says, already sensing the put-on tones and not buying it for a single second.

“What have you been up to today?” He pecks your lips but keeps his eyes on Yoongi.

“I took a nap,” you offer, weakly. He nods suspiciously. Yoongi still has his back to him.

“How’s your recipe coming?” he asks, shooting daggers into the back of Yoongi’s head.

“Sauce is done,” you say, wishing Yoongi would speak for himself.

“Ok, What’s going on?” Jungkook finally demands.

You and Yoongi answer in unison. “Nothing,” sounding rehearsed.

“No, it's something.” His expression becomes uncharacteristically worried. “I know you’re flirting but right now, I feel like I'm interrupting something. I don’t like that.”

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.” Yoongi cracks and turns around. “You’re right, it’s inappropriate.”

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued. “What’s inappropriate?” he digs.

Yoongi darts his eyes to you, mouth open but not speaking.

“What happened?” Jungkook’s voice gets louder.

You break next. “I ate sauce off his hand.” It comes out fast like one long word.

“Like, how?” looking puzzled.

“Like, off his thumb.” You extend your own thumb as if he doesn’t know what one is.

“When?”

“5 minutes ago.”

He slowly nods in comprehension. “So, you sucked on his finger. Then what?”

You fight the urge to correct him as you put such deliberate effort in NOT sucking. “Then, here we are.” You nervously tap your fingers on the countertop.

Jungkook is silent for a long time.

“Show me,” he announces.

“What?” Yoongi finally speaks again.

“Sounds harmless enough. Let me see.”

Yoongi pleads. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do this, it won’t happen again.”

“I'd feel better if I could see how ‘inappropriate’ it was.” Jungkook glares at Yoongi, wrestling to decide if he’s betrayed him or not.

There’s no getting out of it. You and Yoongi drag your feet to re-create your positions and he dips his thumb into the bowl just as before. You repeat the gesture, locking eyes with him for just a moment before his thumb touches your lips again.

Jungkook guffaws at the sight. “Did she do it like that?”.

“Yeah.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

Jungkook redirects his gaze at you. “You? Did it like that?”

You narrow your eyes at Jungkook. “Yes.”

You can’t tell if you should be offended or honored by his shock at your weak cleaning of his thumb. You opt to keep quiet.

Yoongi looks thoroughly confused. Jungkook chortles and approaches you both by the bowl.

“She can do better than that.” He pulls Yoongi's wrist into the bowl, isolating his index finger. He coats Yoongi’s finger and pushes it against your lips.

You take his finger and instinctively pull him in, down to the webbing of his hand. Jungkook lets his wrist free and Yoongi takes the liberty to push in again with 2 fingers and you suck them in and let them fall out slowly. His throat lets out a low groan through parted lips.

“That’s better,” Jungkook croons.

Jungkook guides you a few steps away to the living room so only you can hear. “Is there anything else I need to know about?” He asks with a forbidding look.

You reassure him with a hand on his chest. “No, Jungkook.” He nods and kisses your lips.

“Do you want to do this?”

You’re not sure what “this” is but the way he strokes his fingers along your crotch gives you an idea.

“We’re going to talk for a few minutes,” he starts, quickly glancing at Yoongi. “Get in the bedroom.” He tugs back at your hair with force, making you gasp. “When we get in there, I want you in one of your slutty outfits, waiting on the bed.” He kisses you hard and sloppy on the mouth before releasing his grip. Yoongi's eyes are nearly bulging out of his face.

You head to the bedroom as calmly as possible. When the door closes behind you, you begin a frenzy, digging through boxes for any matching pieces of lingerie. You manage to find a set, freshen up and wait on the bed. It’s been almost a half hour, you wonder what they’re talking about.

Yoongi follows behind Jungkook and closes the door. “There she is.” Yoongi looks a little nervous. The 2 stand in front of the bed.

“Lips stay below the neck, no kissing on the lips,” Jungkook announces. You and Yoongi nod at each other, his boner appearing through his pants at the sight of you. “Can he cum on your chest?”

Yoongi glances down shyly at the question. You nod again, heart pounding.

“Anything else?” directed at you now. You shake your head, still unable to form words. Jungkook leans down where you sit on the bed to kiss you. “Relax,” he whispers before his lips peck yours.

Jungkook’s easy breakdown of “rules” and the fact they’d talked so much about this already gives you an inkling about their past.

You speak so only Jungkook can hear. “Something tells me this isn’t your first time.” You glance back at Yoongi.

“Smart girl.” He kisses you again. “But this is different. We’re not sharing. He turns you on and I like it when you’re turned on. So. Relax. I wanna turn you on and get you off.”

Jungkook removes his clothes before crawling behind you on the bed and runs his hands over your body, groping in front of Yoongi as he watches, standing by the bed.

“Look how pretty you are for us.” He pulls you head back for a kiss and slides his hand under the hem of your panties, letting a finger slip between your folds. Your knees buckle.

“Mmm, She’s so wet for you already, hyung.” He pushes the fabric away and slips fingers in and out of your wet opening. Yoongi instinctively rubs himself on the outside of his pants, watching as Jungkook pulls his hand away and brings his fingers to your mouth. You don’t let our eyes leave his before directing Yoongi.

“Come here.” You scoot to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook sits behind you, rubbing your back as Yoongi approaches.

Yoongi’s eyes roll back immediately when you grasp at the bulge through his sweatpants and stroke beneath the fabric. He takes off his shirt while you pull down at the waistband of his pants and watch his cock fall free. Pale shaft with a swollen pink tip. Perfectly placed veins, just like his arms. You wrap your lips around the tip and let saliva drip down his shaft. He places an encouraging palm on the back of your head as you slide your lips to the base and gag, bringing moans from Yoongi. You wrap your hand around his shaft and work it with your mouth.

“Wait.” Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. The sight has him eager for a place to keep his dick wet while you service Yoongi. He guides you to bend in front of him. Pushing panties aside, Jungkook slides in with ease, arousal pooled at your opening. You continue on Yoongi, running your tongue on the underside of his balls and licking up to the tip. Jungkook gropes at your ass and thrusts softly, careful not to disturb Yoongi. Then sensation causes you to moan around his cock and Yoongi eggs your head off, breathing away an orgasm.

Jungkook takes this opportunity to fuck you at a normal pace. After some time, Yoongi palms himself, watching. You relish in being a fantasy come to life.

You’re sore, being railed by Jungkook this morning and the night before. But that doesn’t stop you or him. He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the bed. He pulls you up so your body is flush in front of him and exposed to Yoongi, who increases the pace he has on himself.

Jungkook pulls out while still holding you close. Yoongi slows and closes his eyes, teetering on the edge again.

The wet sticky panties cling to you.

“Your panties are ruined baby.” Sucking kisses on the line of your neck while the cold panties cling to you. “Lay down so we can get them off.”

Jungkook guides you to your back as Yoongi stands at the side of the bed, pulling you to the edge so you’re spread in front of him. Your head lays in Jungkook’s lap, he still faces Yoongi.

Yoongi palms at your center, feeling the crevices over wet fabric. It’s sticky and uncomfortable and you just want them gone. Jungkook strokes your head in his lap. Yoongi holds his cock between your clothed folds, watching your face as you twitch around him. He pushes the tip at the opening, blocked by the fabric.

He continues letting his tip run up and down until he eventually grips at the crotch of the fabric and pulls it up and taut against your clit. He rhythmically lifts and releases, your pelvis rising a little bit with each pull. He continues faster and you’re now grateful for the sticky fabric that offers friction until he stops and let’s it slap back to your skin, just before you come. He’s edging you with your own underwear.

He finally pulls them down and around your ankles, playfully tossing them at Jungkook sitting behind you. He slithers his tip around your bare entrance, teasing your opening and sliding up. Squelching fills the air.

You’re eager to get him all the way inside, pushing your core down each time he’s at your opening. You whine when he pulls his cock away completely and moves to kiss at your bare breasts. He lets his teeth graze over your skin, sucking. Jungkook uses his foot to push at Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Don’t mark her,” he warns. Yoongi heeds his warning and opts to leave the area completely. He lines himself up and bottoms out inside, wetting his entire shaft with you.

You moan louder and Jungkook tugs at your nipples. Yoongi bottoms out with each thrust.

“Are you gonna come just like this, Noona?” Yoongi teases, between thrusts as if you weren’t being turned on and teased for the last hour.

“I’d rather come on your lips,” letting your finger flick across his mouth.”

A little shock flashes across his face before Jungkook laughs. “Mmm, I love a good slut that asks for what she wants.” He praises as he strokes your hair.

Jungkook makes room for Yoongi to lay back on the bed again.

“I like this “crush” thing,” Yoongi says as you hover over top of him and he attaches his lips to you straight away. His arms are hooked around your thighs as he sucks and flicks his tongue over your swollen clit. He lets out deep little moans underneath you, happy to have you squirming and whimpering above him. You rock your hips back and forth on his face and the vibrations from his voice bring you so close again.

Jungkook lines up flush behind you. “I told him how good you taste, baby. And I know he loves hearing your pretty voice.” He slips his fingers under your bum to push fingers into your opening. Yoongi moves his mouth up just slightly to make room for him and you still. He continues, “Come for us, baby,” kissing your neck.

Yoongi squeezes at your breasts and He holds you down tight on his face when you come.

You’re shuddering above him still when he instructs you to bend over, guiding you off of him. Jungkook moves to sit at the opposite end of the bed.

You present yourself to him and instantly fall to your elbows when he licks a long strip from your opening all the way up to your tailbone. Jungkook giggles at your reaction.

“Do it again.” Jungkook orders. Yoongi does, and you’re so sensitive that your thighs shake. He moves to your opening and laps at this new angle, insatiable. Just as you begin to lose yourself on his tongue again, he lines up behind you and slams you on his cock. He fills you in a different way, hands on your hips as he slides your body over himself again and again.

Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment before positioning himself so he can gag you on his cock while Yoongi thrusts mercilessly, both taking everything they want from you.

Jungkook pulls your hair back to see your face. “Such a good slut, stuffed full at both ends.”

Yoongi grunts at the words. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” You’re suddenly empty as they fumble to change positions. Jungkook instructs you to turn over and sit up on the edge of the bed.

Yoongi stands in front of you and ribbons white on your chest, grunting through his orgasm.

Jungkook pushes your back to the bed and runs his flat tongue over your messied chest, collecting cum in his mouth. He grips your jaw from above you, signaling to open and you readily obey. He purses his lips and lets the liquid fall into your mouth, laps up more and repeats all while strokes himself.

When your chest is clean, He climbs over you so his thighs straddle your face.

“Mmmmm… show him who my sweet cumslut is.” He praises before he throws his head back and groans, stroking himself into your open mouth.

You hold your mouth open while he spills into you, swallowing and licking your lips. You hold out your clean tongue and he spits from high up once more for good measure. Yoongi sits in your peripheral vision on a nearby chair. Spent cock resting between his legs, hands laced behind his head, taking in the sight.

“Good Girl,” Jungkook whispers.

The three of you sit up straight when you hear the screaming.

“Yoongiiii!!” Seokjin’s voice wails through the thin walls.

Yoongi puts on pants and nearly flies to the kitchen. You and Jungkook quickly dress and follow behind.

You walk into Seokjin scolding Yoongi about a pot boiling over and scorching on the stove.

“You could’ve set the house on fire!”

“I… I’m sorry I got distracted.”

“Doing what?!.” Seokjin’s fury fades when he notices Yoongi is shirtless and the 3 of you have triple fucked-out looks.

“You know what? I don’t want to know,” he announces, as he scrubs the burner.

Yoongi and Seokjin finish cooking and everyone sits for the meal. You’ve done this many times now, sitting around a table talking for hours. Sometimes everyone is up all night and you reluctantly agree to go to sleep. Other times, members slowly trickle away and wake up to the same remaining people talking. Oftentimes, it was you and Yoongi.

The plates are nearly clear when Taehyung declares: “Noona, I emptied our part of the closet downstairs so you have room for your things.

You glare at Jungkook.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t tell him to do that,” taking a final bite. Taehyung assumed.

“Actually, I’m going back to work,” blurting out, threatened by Taehyung’s (and everyone’s) assumption. “But, thank you.”

“You are?” Jungkook looks only half surprised.

“Yeah. I fly out to San Francisco next Thursday.”

Jungkook stands from the table and calmly walks to the bedroom. You politely excuse yourself and follow him. He’s not even looking at you yet but starts off before the door even shuts.

“So when I left this morning, you were thinking about it. You fuck my friend. Now, you’re leaving next week.”

You close your eyes and scoff. You can just imagine the six others just outside the door, darting eyes at each other, wondering which “friend”. It’s an unfair and irrelevant comment but you choose to ignore it, he has his own share of “unfair”.

“Jungkook, lower your voice.”

Ignoring you, “Did you even think about it?”

Blood heats under your skin. “Why think about it when everyone has just assumed? It’s like everyone gets a say but me.”

“And what’s your ‘say’?”

You pause before speaking, trying to calm yourself. “We both knew this arrangement was temporary. The way it was before was working for us.”

“It won’t work for me, not anymore.” “And this is not just an ‘arrangement’ anymore, you know that.”

“You know management does NOT want me around.”

“I don’t give a fuck WHAT they want. I’ve made it very clear that you’re not going anywhere. At least if it’s up to me.”

Your attempts to soothe yourself and convince Jungkook are failing. “So, what? I just hide out here, some house gremlin while you’re gone for weeks, months at a time? Having to be your dirty little secret? We can’t even be together in public.”

He glances down and gets closer to you. “That will be hard. I’m sorry. I wish I could change that.” His voice gets lower. “But when I’m gone…I mean, you’ve been cooking and writing and playing the guitar and you love that. You could do that. Or not. You could do whatever you want.” He stands firm. “If one of us is not bound by work, we’re officially together twice as much. Next?” He trudges forward, seeking to eliminate all of your ideas.

“I would have to move to a different country.”

“What about it? Tell me, where do you consider ‘home?’ and wherever you think that is, tell me why you chose to come here when you had to choose a place to be 3 months ago? The apartment is yours too. You could be here or there, whatever you want. What else can you come up with?”

You get sucked into his attempt to exhaust your excuses. “They offered me a raise to come back.” It sounds stupid coming out about half way through.

“Money?”, he laughs erratically, sounding unstable now. He pulls a billfold from his pants pocket and begins launching credit cards and different types of cash on the bed. “Here. Here. Here. And there’s more where that came from.”

“Ok, Jungkook,” you turn, agitated. He circles the bed to get face-to-face again.

“I’m just saying you have no excuse!” His voice gets somber and tears well in his eyes. The pain on his face makes you do the same. “So, why not then? Just tell me why. Because, when you’re here, the way you look at me, I know you feel the way I do. So why don’t you want to?”

You shake your head. “It’s not that I don’t want Jungkook. You just don’t know how things will turn out.”

He’s gripping your arms, trying to get his sense into you. “There is nothing that I'm worried about as long as you’re here. No matter what, it’s going to be fine.”

You coldly shake him off. “How do you know?!” You're yelling and crying now, really wanting to know where he gets his faith.

“I don’t know how anything will turn out, I just know that I want you there anyway!”

His face drops with realization.

His voice gets very quiet. “I guess that’s the difference between us.”

You’re too drained to argue that point. Maybe he’s right.

You make a final plea. “Please,” as you hiccup through sobs. “Can you just give me time to think about it? Instead of deciding for me?”

He pushes his forehead to yours. “I'm sorry I pressured you. I love you. It’s better when you’re here.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “There is no ultimatum here.” His forehead wrinkles. “Sometimes, I think if it’s something you really wanted, you wouldn’t have to think about it. But if time is what you want, take it.

“Thank you.” You hold onto each other like you might just slip away. Your sudden comfort is quickly snatched when he finishes.

“But if you’re not staying, you should go now.”

He squeezes you tight and whispers. “I love you.” Before you can reciprocate, he leaves and disappears into another part of the house. You haphazardly pack a bag and exit the bedroom, wiping tears from your face.

Yoongi approaches you as you head for the door, Seokjin following just behind. The others have gone after Jungkook.

“Noona, I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

You try to reassure him right away, hugging him. “Hey...it’s not you. This…” You search for the words to describe the situation, no fault on Yoongi. “This has been a long time coming.”

“Why are you leaving so soon?”

“It hurts Jungkook that I'm here so I need to go.” It sounds silly coming out of your mouth. If you just stayed, he wouldn’t be hurt. And neither would you.

“Do you need a car?” Seokjin asks. You nod he is on the phone right away.

You continue with Yoongi, “Could you send my boxes? I’ll have an address in a few days.”

“Of course.” He hugs you again. “Why do I feel like I’m never going to see you again?”

You don’t tell him that it feels that way to you too. “Would you just make sure he’s ok, please?”

He nods and with that you leave, severing ties with that safe little world.

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zukkoxx · 4 years ago

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mha boys doing the hickey prank on you

(w/ bakugo, kiri, shinsou)

bakugo 💥

you and bakugo’s relationship started with bickering and annoying each other till you drive the other crazy.

and that didn’t stop when you started dating.

now, it’s more of pulling silly little pranks on each other.

and each time you would try to one up the other.

well, the last prank you pulled in bakugo had him fuming, he was mad for a week.

so obviously he had to get you back even worse.

he got mina to help him, figuring she’d be best at making the makeup look like the actual thing.

she berated him the whole time, telling him if he broke her best friend’s heart she’d shoot acid in his eyes.

he brushed off her comment. you deserved this.

it was a little late in the evening after you get to bakugo’s dorm, finished with all the tasks you had to do today.

“hey kats.” you greet, placing your things on his desk and joining him on the bed where he was sitting on his phone.

he looked up at you, almost feeling bad when you gave him a genuine smile before snuggling up next to him. “whats up?” you say when he doesn’t respond.

“nothing. how was your day?” he quickly asked.

the two of you talked for a while about random stuff, and at some point you went up to kiss his cheek, laughing at a comment he made.

but you freeze when you see a dark, purplish mark on the side of his neck, in plain sight.

you furrowed your brows, wondering how you hadn’t noticed to before.

“katsuki...what’s this?” you ask, making him turn from his phone and look at you.

“what’re ya talkin about dumbass?”

“don’t call me a dumbass, what the hell is this on your neck?” you speak louder, pressing a finger under the mark.

“it’s nothing, probably a bruise from a mission-”

“bakugo.”

the blond widens his eyes at your deep tone and the way you said his name. he never really heard you speak like this unless it was towards a villain. but even then, you never sounded this serious.

“you and i both know that’s not a fucking bruise.”

he stares at you silently, not knowing if he should end the prank or not.

he decides to push on.

“i don’t know what you want me to say.” he shrugs, looking away from you. he couldn’t stand seeing the hurt in your eyes.

you scoff, trying to get rid of the pressure building in you throat. “you really are just a big asshole, aren’t you?”

he stayed quiet. “if you wanted to break up with, you could’ve just told me.” you try so hard to keep your tears at bay, not letting them cross your waterline.

but it feels like a dagger had been stabbed through your heart.

“and to think, i thought you could have actually loved me.” you chuckle darkly before trying to get off the bed.

upon hearing your words, bakugo quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you against him.

“i do love you-”

“let me go you asshole!” you push his chest, tears finally escaping. “we’re done! that’s what you wanted right?”

“y/n it’s not real! calm down.”

he holds your waist so you were sitting on his lap, keeping you still. you look at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. “what the hell do you mean it’s not real?”

he stared at you for a second, almost scared that if he looked away, you’d be gone. but he eventually reaches to the table beside his bed and grabs a makeup wipe mina lended him. he quickly wiped the mark, staring at you intensely.

“see?” he turns his head, and you find the purple mark gone, only a slight red pigment left from where he wiped so harshly. “fake.” he holds up the wipe so you see the purple stains covering it.

“it was a prank.”

you felt like you could finally breath again, but your relief quickly turned into anger, and you punched bakugo’s chest out of instinct. he didn’t react.

“i hate you. why would you do this?”

“you pranked me last week!” bakugo states, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“i put pink dye in your shampoo katsuki. this was overboard.” you mutter, wiping your cheeks to get rid of sparse tears.

bakugo frowned, feeling even more bad about the whole thing. he had to admit, he took it too far. “you’re right. i’m sorry.” you didn’t respond, but accepted his apology.

“hey.” bakugo lifted your chin to look at him. “you know i love you, right? more than fucking anything.” you nod. “don’t ever doubt my love for you, or i may have to blow myself up for making you feel that way.”

you laugh slightly, bending down so you could hug when, pushing your face into his neck.

“you know i’m getting you back for this.”

kirishima🪨

kirishima often does things without thinking ahead.

not fully comprehending the consequences of his actions.

this was one of those moments.

it was april fools day! great right?

except kiri and the boys made a bet, wondering who could pull the best prank on someone in their class.

kiri took a while thinking about who he should prank. and eventually, a perfect prank to pull on his precious s/o came to mind.

a hickey prank. haha....ha. -_-

he had seen tons of videos where someone made a fake hickey and pranked their s/o with it. he always laughed his ass off at them.

this would be the perfect opportunity!

so he sprinted to ochaco’s back room, hers being the closest, and asked for some makeup he would return quickly.

he went to his room, doing his best at imitating the red, purplish bruise you’d often give each other.

when he thought he did the best he could, he leaves his room, trying to find you so he could get the prank over with.

he sees you in the kitchen, eating a bowl of fruit, chatting with jiro.

he makes his way over slowly, nervousness creeping up his spine with the amount of people in the common area at the moment.

he didn’t want to embarrass you, but he didn’t want to give any of the boys 50 dollars either.

he stood behind you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish talking to jiro.

jiro looks past you, motioning for you to check. you turn, eyes brightening as they land upon your boyfriend.

“hey kiri, what some fruit?” you push the bowl towards him, and he shakes his head with a dopey smile. “no thanks babe. just checking on you.”

you melt at his kind words, about to respond when jiro speaks up beside to. “i think you should be checking on yourself kiri. jeez y/n, are you human or a leech?” she covers her moth to stifle a laugh, pointing to a very specific spot on kiri’s neck.

you halfheartedly laugh, confused, and glanced at the area yourself.

you breath stops when you notice a big purple mark covering the side of his neck.

you didn’t do that to him...

kirishima stands uncomfortably still, not real really knowing what to do this far into the prank.

“kirishima? wha...” you can’t even speak, just utterly astonished at what you’re seeing.

you stare at him and shake your hands, waiting for him to explain himself.

“are you going to say something!?” you ask, the hurt in your voice making his heart break.

he didn’t like this. not at all. why did he do this?

“...fuck you kiri.” you spit, ignoring the fact that you still used his nickname while you were mad at him.

you walked away in a hurry, leaving jiro glaring at kirishima.

“what did you do?” she asked.

“i-it was a joke! a prank! i...it’s april fools!”

“well go tell them that!” jiro says, pushing kiri to go follow you.

kirishima runs after you, getting to you as soon as you enter the elevator to go to your dorm. he sprints inside, crashing into you in the process.

he looks at you with wide eyes when he sees tears running down your face. “why are you here?” you quickly yell.

“y/n it’s a prank! it’s april fools day, please baby! i’m sorry!” he goes to hug you. you don’t return it but you don’t push him away either.

“what the heck eijiro! that wasn’t funny!” you yell in distress. you were happy it wasn’t real, but the feeling from being absolutely heart broken to feeling better in the span of seconds was overwhelming.

“i know. i know it was stupid of me to even attempt this. i made a stupid bet with the others. i am so sorry. you know i’d never do this to you. please, forgive me.” he begs, holding onto you for dear life.

“i’m really upset with you right now, eijiro.”

“you should be. i don’t blame you y/n. but please, don’t leave me.”

you sighed, finally going to hug him back. “i’m not going to leave you kiri. i was scared you were leaving me!”

“i’d never! never in a million years!”

“i know, just don’t do that again. you really scared me.”

he nods against you. “never again.”

shinsou 🌀

shinsou was never good at expressing his emotions.

he was very reserved and even though you were his s/o, you often had trouble figuring out what was going on inside that complicated head of his

so when you laughed at izuku’s jokes, or praised shoto’s quirk

of course he wouldn’t tell you how jealous it made him feel. how it made all his insecurities rise up.

you didn’t mean to make him feel this way, god no. you had known the two boys longer than him and were used to having the comfortable playful conversations with izuku and serious quirk related talks with shoto.

but shinsou didn’t like all the attention you gave them.

and he couldn’t find a way to let you know how he felt that didn’t involve telling you. which he wasn’t going to do.

so he ended up doing the next best thing that came to mind.

make you feel what he was feeling.

he gets some makeup from someone he had already forgotten the name of and went to his dorm, doing his best to make the fake hickey at least a little believable.

he didn’t want the prank to be too serious, just to hit you with a quick realization that you had been making him feel this way.

so he waits for you to meet him in his dorm like you always do, and even leaves the makeup out in the open to see if you’d catch on yourself.

“hellooo my love.” you say cheerfully, and shinso smiled at your happy mood.

“hi y/n. had a good day?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as you approached him, standing between his legs.

“mhm. but i missed you.” you muttered, pushing his face against your stomach as you hugged his head.

hitoshi frowned at your words. maybe this wasn’t a good idea. maybe he’s been overthinking and this stupid prank will just make things worse.

“so, what did you do today-”

you pull back from hitoshi and catch a glimpse of a bruise on his neck. you grip his chin, turning it to the side with slight force and narrow your eyes.

“what happened here?” you asked curiously

“nothing babe.” your boyfriend shrugs

“hitoshi is this a fucking hickey?” you asked after getting a better look, hoping to whatever god there was that his answer would be no.

“what does it look like?”

“don’t talk to me like that, you prick.” you seeth, and push his head away until he falls on his back on the bed.

“we’re over! i hate you.” you say the last part quietly, still not wanting to believe what you saw was real.

“wait y/n, it’s fake!” hitoshi yells before you could leave his dorm.

“how is it fake hitoshi? what, you had no real feelings for the bitch that sucked on your neck? do you think i’m stupid or something?”

“the hickey is fake y/n. i made it.”

you stared at him with deceiving eyes, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. “is this some type of mind joke hitoshi? i told you don’t use that shit on me.”

“please babe, c’mere. wipe it off.”

you slowly made you way back to him, gripping his chin to turn his head again and swiped at the mark. it smeared a little, but didn’t come off. you licked your thumb before rubbing it into the mark, finally making it disappear.

you pushed him back slightly, eyes still angry. “what was that all about? why’d you do that?” you ask.

“just thought it’d be funny.” he lies, looking away from you. you knew he was lying. he always looked directly at you when talking about something. especially something serious.

“do not make me even angrier than i already am shinso. fess up.”

hitoshi groaned, putting his hands over his face before looking at you with tired eyes. “fine, i got jealous of you hanging out and being friendly with midoriya and todoroki. i just wanted to get you back in a way.”

“so you pretend to cheat on me?”

“i’m sorry. it was really immature of me and i should’ve just talked to you. the makeup is right over there if you still need proof.” he points to his desk and glance at it, seeing the makeup sprawled on top.

you sighed, not wanting to forgive him so easily. but you couldn’t help it with the way he rubbed the back of your legs soothingly and looked at you with love filled eyes.

“ugh, you’re lucky i love you.” you state, trying to stop the smile growing on your face as you see him smirk softly.

“and i love you. more than anything. thank you for forgiving me.”

“and...i’ll try not to make you jealous. i really didn’t mean to.” you say, remembering the reason for the whole situation.

hitoshi shook his head. “you can hang out and be friends with whoever you want. i know you wouldn’t leave me or be unfaithful. and i’d never be unfaithful to you. i’m so thankful for you.”

.....

“stop getting all mushy on me.”

i always see hcs where the boys get pranked, i thought it’d be cool to do the reverse. i can still do y/n pranking the boys if you guys would like that! hope you enjoyed this! leave a request here! -> 🥀

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comfortbucky · 3 years ago

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requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

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pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

word count: 1.5 k

my masterlist!

completed requests!

Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.

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