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thisismeracing · 9 months
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Anyone up for thots?
Im taking a break from the mick-smut writting and I could use some scenarios talk, send them in 🫶🏾
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collectivecloseness · 1 month
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I’m still not feeling 100% unfortunately, but my brain is absolutely swimming with the want to write, I just think full fledged fics are off the table for another day or two because wow I am not doing well
But I would really really love to hear your guys thoughts/hc’s on yandere!characters/polys and chat about them!
Please feel free to send in any of your thoughts on any character/poly/scenario with (eg, yandere Eddie, yan fruity four, yan steddie etc) and I will write and write about how brilliant and correct you are but also how that could all go down and what that could look like and potential worldbuilding and etc etc etc 👀
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soursturniolo · 5 months
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✿ - fluff
✷ - angst
✰ - suggestive or nsfw content
♛ - authors favorites
matt sturniolo
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send me your location ✷ ✿ ♛
hard to say ✷ ✿
boyfriend hcs (sfw & nsfw) ✿ ✰
scare ✷ ✿ ♛
accident ✷ ✿
trauma response ✷ ✿
texts with bf matt ✿ ✰
texts with bf matt pt 2 ✿ ✰
the story of you and me masterlist ✷ ✿ (discontinued)
nsfw alphabet ✰
questions ✷ ✿
sfw alphabet ✿
snaps you’d get as matts gf
snaps you’d get as matts gf, pt 2
coming soon…
1. under the weather (when he’s sick hcs)
2. scare (positive test version)
chris sturniolo
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anger and apologies ✷ ✿
boyfriend hcs (sfw & nsfw) ✿ ✰
me?! (hc) ✰
jealousy, jealousy (hc) ✰ ✿
surprise (nsfw) ✰ ✿
unreal (nsfw) ✷ ✰ ♛
texts with bf chris ✿ ✰
texts with bf chris pt 2 ✿ ✰
nsfw alphabet ✰
sfw alphabet ✿
left ✷ ✿ ♛
snaps you’d get as chris’s gf
coming soon…
tbd
nick sturniolo
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boyfriend hcs (male!reader)
snaps you’d get as nicks bf (male!reader)
coming soon…
1. angsty fic with nick/male reader
2. texts with bff nick
3. texts with bf!nick (male reader)
4. bf!nick snaps (male reader) pt 2
request status: open! send me an ask :)
last updated: december 17th, 2023
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STOP IM LITERALLY FEASTING ON ALL UR LEO FICS LIKE I REREAD THAT BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND ONE LIKE THREE TIMES I PRACTICALLY FROTH AT THE MOUTH EVERY TIME U POST A FIC
AND ALSO (not a request tho teehee) best friends to lovers with leo js sounds sooo??? like childhood best friends to lovers? omg like what if he's had a forever crush on reader in the back of his mind but he doesnt realize it and instead rants abt every hot girl he sees and reader's just like ugh this again 🙄 until reader is lowkey crushing on this other guy and hes like what??? that shouldve been meeee
and like him and reader basically doing couple shit but "as friends" and everyone thinks they're dating but they're not?? UGHH
⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x childhood friend! reader hcs
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content: leo valdez x childhood friend! reader hcs warning: slight angst but enough fluff to make it okay author's note: DID YOU HONESTLY THINK YOU WERE GONNA DROP THIS THOUGHT INTO MY ASKS AND NOT EXPECT ME DO HCS TO IT??? GIRL BFFR LOOK AT HIM IM WEAK FOR THIS MAN IN WAYS THAT EVEN GOD DOESN'T UNDERSTAND- also, we lost the plot a bit. i'd love to do the whole jealous thing as a blurb later bc im just so happy with how angsty these hcs turned out and i don't wanna add that and change the vibe. sooooo just keep an eye for that tiny blurb in a bit!!
yet another foster family had decided they didn't want leo, sending him straight back to the nun-run orphanage
he wasn't even sure what he did this time, but he just went without a fight, knowing it wasn't worth it
this wasn't the first family to kick him out...and he had a sinking feeling it wouldn't be the last.
that's when he met you, completely down on his luck and glum as could be
you had been getting a bar of soap shoved down your throat when he was brought to the orphanage, the nun with him explaining that you had been caught talking nonsense, which was not tolerated there
leo's eyes stayed on you as they led him down another hallway, watching as you spit the bar up and followed him with your eyes too
"what'd you do?" leo asked, later, once you were shoved back into the rooms, with the rest of the orphans.
"i...i said i saw a dragon made out of metal. they said im lucky they're not throwing him into a psych ward," you whispered back to him and leo offered you a tooth grin.
"a metal dragon? that sounds pretty cool."
"the coolest."
you two managed to bounce from a few orphanages together, being close in age and personalities and whatnot.
though, following a rough falling out with a family, leo was rapidly packing up his few belongings in the middle of the night.
he silently walked over to your bed, doing his best to step over the orphan's that littered the floor and gently woke up, his hand grasping your shoulder while the other pushed your hair out of your face
"lee? what's going on? what's wrong?"
"i'm getting out of here, y/n. we're getting out. come on," he whispered back, tucking his hand into hers and tugging.
you allowed him to pull you out of bed before digging your feet into the ground and halting the both of you
"leo...we can't- i-"
"y/n, it's just going to be an endless cycle of people saying they want us and then kicking us to the curb the moment we're too much trouble or work. at least, on the run, we can live how we want. do what we want."
"...leo, i...i can't," you whisper, tears filling your eyes before dripping down your face.
you two stood staring at each other, unable to leave the other, but both knowing you had to
"i don't know if i'll find you again," whispered leo after a few seconds, swallowing down his own sobs.
"you will. if i know you, leo valdez, you'll find me again. take care of yourself out there, i expect to see you again and in one piece, mister," you choke out, smiling through your tears, hoping to provide him with some comfort.
"i'm gonna find you again, y/n l/n, i swear."
"atta boy," you mutter before pulling him into a bone crushing hug, crying into his shoulder and gripping at his shirt like you didn't want him to leave
leo squeezed back just as tight, his eyes firmly shut in fear you'd see the tears in them
after an eternity in each other's arms, leo reconsidered his decision, wanting to stay in your arms forever
but that was when there was a creak downstairs, surely one of the nuns on her way to check on the kids.
you quickly let go of leo and shooed him towards the window, helping him escape
you grasped his hand as you was on the other side of the window, his eyes instantly darting to you, pausing even though he knew he didn't have much time.
"i- i- you...you're the closest thing to home i've ever felt, leo. stay safe, please. i lo... yeah, stay safe," you gasp out, the words too heavy to state before leaning forwards and pressing your lips to leo's cheek
"im going to find you again simply because i can't see my life without you in it, y/n. i'll stay safe to see you again," leo replied without a ounce of hesitation but he was grateful for the dark night sky, as it very easily hid his blush.
you gave him one last dazzling smile before the creaking got closer, you quickly abandoning the window and rushing to your bed, hoping you could at least pretend to be asleep before she came in.
leo dropped from the window and quickly scrambled away, though not without risking a glance over his shoulders, his chest heaving as he left you alone in that building.
he tried not to think about the fact that he probably got you in trouble, more suds being shoved against your tongue.
leo never forgot you. ever.
you were his girl, even if it wasn't official and you were children when you first met and he hasn't seen you in nearly six years
he tried not to think about how large that number was
he tried not to think about you forgetting him
he tried not to think about you, still in the orphanage, waiting and waiting for him
he tried, he truly did
but something about riding in a chariot with his newly amnestic best friend, his other best friend that fell into the grand canyon only to fly back up with the aforementioned friend, a buff guy with a rainbow tattoo, and a blonde girl who was gravely disappointed by them just being them brought out these thoughts.
and leo wasn't even sure why he was thinking of you as he plummeted down into a lake
well, he wasn't sure until annabeth was giving them a tour, stopping at some training arena
jason, piper, and himself were taking in the place, leo's hands rapidly fiddling with whatever was in his hands as his eyes skittered over the place
"hey, not fair!" a familiar voice called with a laugh, leo's whole body jolting as the air left his lungs and his eyes frantically scanned for you.
"leo? you okay?" piper asked with a furrowed brow
"it's her," he whispered and piper's eyes widened, obviously aware of the girl that owned her best friends heart.
"are you sur-"
"do you think i would joke about this, of all things?" leo hissed, more than desperate, not even sparring her a glance before he spun to annabeth, who was clearly trying to figure the whole story out herself
"is there a girl here? y/n l/n? from texas?" he asked, rapidly.
annabeth just nodded her head, raising her hand and pointing over into the training arena, where you were sitting.
you're legs were crossed under you, a pair of shorts that would leave all the nuns with heart attacks and a smile so wide leo thought he'd just fall into it
his feet were moving before he could think about it, shoving and wiggling around other demigods to get to you
you, you, you
you, who he promised to find
you, who he found
"i told you i would find you," he whispered as he stood before you, suddenly self conscious but you didn't give him time to think like that as your eyes darted to him instantly
less than a second later, you were crying in leo's arms, which were tightly tied around you
leo squeezed you to him, worried you'd disappear, that this would all be some twisted dream and he'd wake up back at the retched wilderness school and you'd be nothing more than a figment of his imagination
but as he felt you pull back just the slightest bit before smashing your lips against his own, leo knew this wasn't just some dream
no dream could ever feel as good as this, that's for damn sure
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Pls can I request tangerine headcanons with gf reader who actually has daddy issues (not the annoying kind you see online, but actual issues with her father) sorry if this is too angsty or makes you uncomfortable. You don’t have to do this
Love your writing and glad you’re back🖤
hii!! this was a little cathartic to write, so a little thank you to you. sending love and hope all is well. hope you like it💌 and tysm<3
FATHER ISSUES HC’S
tangerine x female reader
— I think tan figured it out by himself. he figured you have issues with your dad based on everything you did and didn't say. how you'd avoid talking about him when you spoke of your family, or how you'd only share brief, small things about your dad
— more obviously, I think he sussed it when he noticed how hesitant you were about trusting tan in the beginning, how you'd never believe his kind words or try to essentially please him every chance you had - offering to do things for him, wanting to make yourself seem useful to him so he didn't leave. feeling insecure. overly clingy at times, emotional, jumpy, those sorts of things
— he also noticed how (sorry to say this but) complicated you'd be. how you push him away one minute, then grasp at him back the other. constantly sending mixed signals because you didn't know how or what to feel. like you didn't think you deserved his love while desperately craving it
— he pulled you aside one day after things became more solid between you two. and asked if you were willing to share what went on with your dad. he'd be very careful approaching the subject, making sure it was a safe space and you felt comfortable. he just wanted to know why you are the way you are to basically protect you
— you'd share encounters from your childhood, and you'd see the way he tried to contain himself. hearing the sad things you'd say would make his brows furrowed and heart sink. he'd feel your anger, confusion and love, how you'd have mixed emotions about the topic. all he wanted was to hurt him for hurting you, but he knew you wouldn't like that, bc no matter how nasty or horrible he was, he's still your dad, and even though he hurt you, you wouldn't want to hurt him back (unless you actually do lmao then I don’t blame you) 
— he'd make a vow there and then to be the first and last man to ever love you 💔 (so sweet, gonna be sick)
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no tan taglist as don’t want to spam you guys, also so you can find this on your own as might be angsty or irrelevant for some
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grievedeeply · 3 months
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Hiiii! Do you take bg3 reqs? Cause I saw some and the tag in your latest post but no mention on the blog info!
If not feel free to ignore!
Could you please do Halsin, Gale and Astarion angsty hcs of them arguing with their s/o (like maybe she feels belitttled or ignored and yk classical “say something they don’t mean etc arguement”)? (With or without the aftermath and eventual yk comfort. However you’d like! Sorry if this is precise!
Thanks in any case! Have a lovely day!
i just added bg3 into my blog info bc of this LOL my bad. but yes i do take requests and i'm very happy to do this one for you! decided to expand on your original idea and make it arguing as a whole but your request is still included in the headcanons! thanks for sending it in and enjoy!
gn!reader/tav | tws: angst....
arguing headcanons with halsin, gale and astarion
halsin
halsin is not the arguing type of man. he hates arguing and he never ever wants to do it
still, he knows arguing happens. relationships always include some type of fight even if he never wants to deal with it
arguments with him almost always happen because of a misunderstanding on someones part. it's never because he wants to try to hurt you or vice versa, but because someone heard something the wrong way and it spiraled
but of course you don't realize that immediately and start arguing over whatever it was that was said
halsin is the type of person to distance himself for a little while to collect his thoughts
he never wants to say something he doesn't mean in an argument, but it has happened before.. and it took at least a week for the two of you to make up because you were obviously hurt by it
but he doesn't want it to happen again, so he'll take a little time for himself and come back to you with a cooler head
he doesn't think of himself as someone who gets mad easily, and he really isn't, but he'd rather be safe than sorry
normal arguments don't last for very long as you find you can't really stay mad at each other.. but he is usually the one to apologize first even if you started it
he hates it when you're mad at him. it's literally the worst feeling in the world to him and it's like a huge pit in his stomach
he will feel so bad if you ever tell him you feel ignored in an argument
he apologizes a lot and has to reassure you that you're the only person in his life that he loves in this way
he promises to be better at showing it. he takes an entirely different angle on everything he does from then on
always wants to make you feel loved and appreciated <3
gale
similarly to halsin, i think gale is someone to avoid arguments at all costs
he'll agree with a lot of things you say just to avoid arguments over stupid things that don't matter. you like this color for new curtains but he doesn't? he won't say a word. doesn't want to fight over something so small
even if you won't argue about it... he hasn't exactly had the best relationship track record, so he prefers to keep quiet on things like that anyways
when you do fight with him, it's usually because he said something he didn't mean and he immediately regrets it
but unlike halsin, he probably wouldn't walk away and take a few hours for himself and will instead apologize profusely without anything else
he hates fighting. he hates it and he wants it over with
he hates how it makes him feel when he knows you're upset with him and he wants that feeling to go away as soon as possible, so expect him to say he's sorry a million times
he hardly ever yells but he will when he gets mad enough. he immediately regrets it though
again... apologizes over and over
his apologies are all very genuine but he won't blame you if you don't forgive him right away
but you will have to tell him to leave you alone for a while
making up is always nice though. he'll make you dinner for a week afterwards (as if he doesn't do it anyways)
if you ever bring up feeling ignored or belittled in an argument he will go completely silent and apologize after you're done talking
he explains it was never his intent, but he realizes that he could've done better for you, and his apologies are all he can offer until he can prove his worth to you
overall very sweet and understanding about the entire thing too
astarion
i can see astarion hating arguing.. but that doesn't stop him from doing it, either
you hardly ever fight over anything serious but unlike gale he will complain if you pick something out that he doesn't like. he wants something he likes too. if he has to look at it, he wants it to suit his tastes
he's probably a sulker and doesn't apologize first unless he actually really feels bad about something
he likes seeing you say you're sorry. it makes him feel good to know you care enough about him to apologize for fighting over something that never really meant that much to anyone else
he wants some control over things. that's really all he wants
sometimes he will say things he doesn't mean, but he won't apologize immediately
the fight will get worse before it gets better
he isn't really the type of person to yell, but he does sometimes and he hates doing it but sometimes it feels like no one hears him unless he does
if you start a fight because you feel ignored or not good enough or something like that, it's a whole different story
he won't even really argue. he'll sit there and listen to everything you have to say even if you scream at him
definitely will hug you and reassure you that he loves you. he says he's sorry for ever making you feel that way, too
he hates fighting. but he will argue if he feels it's necessary... or when he's overwhelmed
sometimes things come out that he doesn't mean
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crimsonji · 1 year
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୨୧ reader on their period (+ cramping)
" reader has their period, how would their boyfriend help? "
ft. kazuha, tighnari, wanderer x afab!reader (seperate)
cw: fluff and kinda crackfic?, wanderer doesn't know what a period is, modern-ish au, mentions of bleeding (not graphic though), wanderer's part little angsty (maybe ooc)
>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : another self indulgent one bcus im cramping reallll badly right now, if you're on your period i send my best wishes lol. also also! i have this hc that wanderer's body is that of marionettes (in that, they don't have that specific body part, so wanderer doesn't have a period lol) non binary wanderer? so true
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✦ Kaedehara Kazuha
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He's so worried when he notices you're hunching with an arm wrapped around your stomach in obvious pain, at first he thought you got physically injured before you had to awkwardly explain that you were on your period. At first, you didn't feel the need to tell him, thinking that since he's a guy he wouldn't really know what to do.
Kazuha looks a little sheepish when you have to explain your situation, saying that he should have noticed (there wouldn't really be any way for him to tell, he's just very serious about aiding you in whatever situation) and immediately asking you if you need any pads or whatnot.
Please be wary when asking to buy period products for you, Kazuha's already aware of the general period cycle but anything outside of that is beyond him. Since when did period products have sizes? and some of them are scented? In the end, Kazuha just bought anything that seemed to be good and said he was stocking up on pads for you.
Kazuha's much better at comforting you instead of being sent on errands to buy pads, he's heard that heat helps reduce the pain, so the first thing he does is brew you some hot tea and wrap you around a knitted blanket. If your cramps are so bad that you can't do much of anything, he's so incredibly sweet, fulfilling any of your cravings and (if you're comfortable!) massaging soft circles on your lower belly and whispering haikus gently into your ear. Things seem so much more irritating on your period, but by Kazuha's side, a part of you is almost glad your cramps are so bad--being babied and cuddled to the moon and back by Kazuha is so comforting and warm, you almost forget that your uterus is fighting for its life.
If you just want to be left alone during your cramping session, he'll leave you outside occasionally dropping by your room to refill your cup of tea and deliver snacks. Kazuha will be quite taken aback if you have a bit of an attitude during that week, but he tries to not take it that personally and you always apologize profusely afterwards, your boyfriend is so adorable and caring, how could you ever be rude to him? Sometimes, you'll hear a knock on the door, and turn to see a slip of paper be slid under the crack. It's a haiku, followed by a short note written in delicate handwriting.
"Let me know if you need anything, dove, I'm here for you :) -Love, Kazuha"
Sometimes he'll bring you his cat, Tama, to let you pet and cuddle with (unless you're allergic to cats). He pretends to act a bit disheartened, seeing you rub your face lazily against his cat's fur with pure contentment on your face. Really, you'd rather cuddle with a cat than your ever-so-attentive boyfriend? Kazuha's just kidding, but he wouldn't mind if you'd rather be in his arms instead.
He poetically tells you that if he could, he'd take away your pain so he would be hurting badly instead. It's a bit cheesy but you really appreciate how much he cares. Even during a month when your cramps aren't that bad, Kazuha will still be very attentive, asking if you've drunk enough water or if he needs to buy you any more pads. He also takes a mental note of what day you got your period so he can prepare you snacks in advance.
✦ Tighnari
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Tighnari's quite knowledgeable in this area, well, at least the 'scientific' side of it, he's already fully aware of what happens during a period cycle. But when it comes to actually dealing with it, he doesn't know much more than the next person. However, he does have some incredibly effective pain medication to handle your cramp, so that's a plus! He's very observant, so when you start acting even a little bit strange he'll begin to wonder if you're on your period. Not in the 'Oh you're mad? Must be on your period, then." way, though! Tighnari genuinely cares and worries about your health more than anything, so if you were hurting, please do tell him and he'll find any way to help you!
Even if you had things to do that day, he's extremely adamant about not letting you do any work. He tells you that if you're in pain, you should rest and take the day off, it's not you're responsible if it's out of your control, after all. He's basically a father to Collei, so Tighnari has helped her through her own periods, which means he feels perfectly capable of caring for you. Tighnari knows that Collei can develop an immense craving for sweets during that week, so he offers you your preferred snacks before you could even ask.
Also gives you a heating pack to help with the pain! He'll let you pet his ears to distract the gut-wrenching feeling, gently running his hands up and down your back to relax your muscles. Tighnari can't help but at least give a small lecture on menstrual cycles and such, you need to be informed on such things, right? He'll shut up if you look kind of irritated, opting to just stay quiet and let you enjoy resting your head on his lap.
✦ Wanderer
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...Kindly inform Wanderer of what a period is.
Joking. Well, a little bit, when you informed Wanderer that every month you bleed for a week straight, he was slightly freaking out at this new revelation. Wait, you BLEED? For a week? Are you okay? Are you dying? Did someone punch your gut so hard that you started bleeding? He's going to put that lowly scum in his rightful place for hurting you-- Please stop him before he tries to kill anybody in revenge for your monthly cycle. After a step-by-step explanation of what happens during your period and why, he pauses for a short while before opening his mouth and saying "Gross...' ah, yep, that's a typical 'Wanderer' response.
Despite himself presenting as effeminate, he has no real body parts to 'prove' his sex or gender, not like it mattered to him. But, he still boasts about how humans can be so fragile at times, whereas his 'vessel' was specifically made to act as an archon without a menstrual cycle weakening him. It's a little amusing, he acts apathetic but it is still kind of... embarrassed maybe? Talking about such a subject with Wanderer is similar to how a little kid would react.
It's actually his first time dealing with something like this, so bare with him for the first few times you're on your period. In the future, Wanderer's thankfully much more unfazed about the whole thing and flatly remarks to remember to bring your menstrual products.
He's quite annoyed at how much upkeep it takes to care for the human body, and he flat-out refuses when you ask him to buy you pads. Really, the audacity you have to ask Wanderer of all people to send him on his way like a little errand boy, who do you think you are? ...You're his lover, and despite his reservations, he only mutters a whiny retort before going out. You're kind of surprised, it didn't take much of anything to convince Wanderer this time.
Now, Wanderer's gone through what some would say 'hell on earth, but he doesn't think he's faced a bigger adversary than figuring out what type of product he should buy. Simply staring at the wall of pads was enough to make his head start spinning, and he ended up snatching whatever was closest to him once he started thinking too hard about how you use a tampon. He lightly reprimands you for 'forcing' him to buy them for you, he knew literally nothing about what you were dealing with other than the fact that you're bleeding, which even after being educated is still something that concerns the Wanderer.
You try to humour him, but you can see the way his annoyed glare immediately turns into genuine panic when he sees you suddenly stiffen and clench in a shock of pain in your gut. He immediately strides over to where you sit on the couch and takes hold of your hands, eyes struck with worry in a way that nearly made your sudden pain feel worse. His eyes linger on your lower stomach, silently waiting for you to give some kind of sign that you weren't going to get worse.
It's stupid, he knows, it can't kill you and your body is nothing but a chore to care for, yet seeing you in pain strikes a cord in the Wanderer's heart arising from cold flames in a way that reminds him of his past grief. He can feel his cheeks burn when he realizes how impulsive he just was, letting go of your hands and refusing to meet your gaze.
"...How can I make it better?"
He seems a bit softer from that point on, at times blurring the lines of being rather sensitive. Wanderer still complains a bit, but you know by the way he gazes upon you when he thinks you're not paying attention that, really, he does care. More than anything. He silently pours a cup of tea, handing it to you without a word. Heat helps with the pain, is what you told him. You had fallen asleep at some point, the gift of unconsciousness distracting you from the constant throbbing pain you felt. How stupid, Wanderer thinks, letting him entrust you in your times of pain, falling asleep so he had the perfect opportunity to betray your bonded trust.
He's thinking all of this while silently caressing his fingertips along your lower stomach, sooner or later finding himself laying beside you, a strange feeling of contentment stirring in his empty chest. Maybe a part of him likes being the one to heal your pain.
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random0lover · 10 months
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Hello !! Am I allowed to request for maybe all of 141 (If possible with your schedule !! I undestand if its not !!) or just Price and Ghost (separate) with a reader whos a military kid so theyre kinda just used to them going away for long periods of time with deployment. Bonus points if they werent aware of reader being a military kid till they break down and confess as to how abandoned and angry they feel when they leave :,)) Fluffy Hurt/Comfort thats SFW, please :)) Thank you ^^
TF141 x Gn!Reader That Was a Military Kid
Pairings: John Price x gn!reader & Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Angst with Comfort, SFW, reader is mean, talk of parental death, crying, reader is called: sweetheart, love, dove. Hints at depression, John and Simon are both big softies for reader, established relationships. That should be it! Let me know if I missed any <3
Things to know: Some hc’s with mini fic parts. Should be Gn!reader as I tried to avoid talking about readers body or anything that could indicate anything other than gn!reader! Also POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.
Notes: Thank you for requesting this anon! I loved the idea so much so I hope this does your request justice! I kinda went a little soft with the Price one because for some reason I can’t stand the thought of reader being mean to that sweet man (if you want though send me another request and I can write one that’s more angst filled 😊) although I did bring out the reader being angry in Simons. Another thing, I wrote this for Simon and not ghost but if you want I can write another one that has reader dealing with Ghost but be warned it will be angsty with lots of hurt from both parties! Sorry if the editing is bad I did try though lol and there will be more parts to this!
Tags: @homicidal-slvt (promised I’d tag you so here we are)
Price & Simon (You’re here!), Soap & Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy & König
(I will add the links as I post each part!)
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John Price
-I feel like he may have wondered if you were a military kid since you didn’t seem to be phased by him having to leave so often
-There were other things that also made him wonder, like how you always made your bed in the mornings, how schedules were majorly important to you to the point that if you knew you were going to be late, you'd get majorly upset, and how you also seemed to understand military lingo up to a certain point. He never asked though since you didn’t talk about your childhood much so he just figured that if you wanted to tell him that you would -But he started to notice that lately, you started to seem off when you found out he would have to be deployed soon.
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John had been awake since the early hours of the morning. He couldn't seem to get much sleep in the few days before his next deployment. He had left the warmth of your shared bed before even the morning birds could be heard outside, hoping not to wake you with his restlessness, but little did he know that you hadn't slept at all.
By the time you stumbled out of bed with bags under your eyes and your mind feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and your own brain tearing itself apart, it was well past 10 a.m., which wasn’t the most unusual for you, but on the day before John would be deploying it was a little odd since usually you were up trying to help him get his stuff together and would make a huge breakfast since you both weren’t sure how long it would be until he would get to enjoy a home-cooked meal again.
You had hoped to get to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee before seeing John, but he was standing at the fridge, putting groceries away from multiple brown paper bags.
You made your way to the coffee pot that seemed to have a fresh pot being made and got a cup from the cabinet before he started to talk, “I noticed we were getting low on some things so I thought I’d save you a trip to—,” he pauses, causing you to turn to face him, “Sweetheart?”
You were pressing your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the aching pressure that was remaining consistent behind them, when he made his way across the kitchen and gently cupped your cheeks, “Are you feeling alright, love?”
You didn’t mean to do it, but you flinched away from his hands, taking a few steps back so that there was some distance between you both. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they were overcome with confusion and you hated that he was looking at you as if you were a skittish kitten that would run at the smallest movement.
He reaches an arm out slowly, as if to not startle you.
“Love, what’s wrong?”
You shake your head, pulling your arms tight around you, and try to focus on keeping your breathing calm, like your parents taught you when you were little.
He takes a small step forward so that his fingers are almost grazing your arm but stops when sees you curling in on yourself, “Sweetheart, something is obviously wrong. You're crying, and your body is shaking.”
“Hey,” you finally look up into his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but at least let me help you.”
Your heart breaks from the pain you can see in his eyes. In all the time you've been together, you’ve never pulled away from him like this. Usually, you were the one open about your emotions and what you were feeling while having to coax John into telling you what was going on in his mind, “Please, darling.”
You let yourself fall into his open arms at that point, sobbing into his neck. He presses you against his chest, gently speaking into your ear, assuring you that everything is fine, that he is here for you, and that he will always be there.
You mumble into his neck, causing him to gently pull you back so that he can hear you: “What was that, sweetheart?”
You try to concentrate on the sensation of his calm heartbeat against your chest before finally saying, "My parents promised me the same thing."
He pulls away, puzzled, and you notice him looking at you in the corner of your eye, so you burrow your face into his chest and say, "They were both military. They died when I was 14," you finish, taking a deep breath. “They were deployed together when it happened… They said that it was an accident, that my mom got stuck on a timed land mine, and my dad wouldn’t leave her no matter what.”
"Oh, love." You feel his body tense before relaxing.
He gently grips the back of your neck and pulls you back so that you're looking into his eyes; the softness in them is almost enough to send you running as far as possible so that you never have to feel the type of pain that you did the day that you found out your parents died.
“Love, I'm not going anywhere,” you go to speak but he shushes you, “You are my world, the person I’m fighting for.”
He brings his hand under your chin so that he is gripping it gently and says, “You are the reason I’m still alive. The reason why I feel like life is still worth living and fighting for.”
He tips his head down so that his lips are grazing yours, “I’ll always come home, love.”
You push forward so that your lips are fully pressing against his, then he pulls back, “Why don’t we go take a bath, get you feeling better?”
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The next morning you wake frantically looking around, hoping that he didn’t leave without saying goodbye, when he walks in carrying a tray of food, “John? I thought you had to leave this morning.”
He smiles gently, his eyes lighting up, “Called Kate, they don’t actually need me for another week, and I figured my love needs me a little bit more than my job at the moment.” He sets the tray down on the bed, and you jump into his arms with a happy squeal, “I love you, John.”
"I love you too, sweetheart," he says as he gently kisses you.
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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
-So we all know Simon is amazing at reading people, but I don’t think he would know that you were a military kid. He could see all the signs that you may have had a difficult childhood, but he personally knows what it’s like to have a childhood you don’t want to talk about, so he never has and never will question you about your past. -Pasts are a hard topic for Simon in the first place, so I could honestly see him being a bit grateful that you didn’t share the bad parts of your childhood, meaning that he also didn’t have to share his. It was almost a silent agreement between you both to not talk about the negative parts of things unless one of you came to the other wanting to talk about it.
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Back to him being great at reading people: He could tell that over the past few days, your body language had been changing, becoming more standoffish. Not being as open to cuddling and kisses, not even wanting him to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, which you usually loved.
He figured that maybe you were just having a few rough days, which was normal for anyone; hell, he knew he had them quite often, and you were always there for him no matter how bad they got, so he wanted to do the same for you.
Today had been the worst day of all, though. You were almost refusing to talk to him completely unless it was one-word answers, which he was able to roll with pretty easily. You would move rooms almost every time he would come in, not even saying anything, just picking up your things and going.
This made him decide on leaving you alone for the most part, other than when he would bring you a fresh cup of tea or was just checking in on you. So he decided on cleaning up the house a little bit, he was going to be deploying again in a week and he wanted to help however he could, knowing that it was a rough transition from having him around to it being an empty house again.
He had just finished cleaning the dishes when he looked at the time and decided on ordering out for dinner, which would hopefully raise your mood a bit and it would also be an easy enough mess to clean up. He found you in the living room watching a movie on Netflix with a blanket wrapped tightly around you and stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring you when you paused it.
When you snap at him, "What do you want, Simon?" Your eyes aren't even on him but on your phone, which is on your lap.
He feels his eye twitch but he keeps himself calm and makes sure that it shows in his tone that your attitude is leaving him unaffected, “I was just goin’ to ask what you wanted for takeout, love.”
You huff and try to pull yourself up from the couch while also trying to unwrap the blanket from around you, almost falling, but Simon rushes forward and straightens you up, but you quickly pull away.
You look at him with fury in your eyes, “Can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Your voice is rising slightly, and your face is flushed with rage. “It’s what you constantly do anyway!”
You can see Simon's eyes widen, but you don't care; the words are just spilling out of your mouth before you can stop them, "You're never actually here when I need you, but when you are, you can't take the fucking hint of when I just want you to leave me alone!"
"Sometimes Simon," you pause, feeling the tears flood into your vision, making the floor blurry, "I wonder why I even stay when you are just going to end up hurting me exactly like he did," you whisper, staring hard at the ground, your chest puffing in and out quickly, trying to pull in air after your large outburst.
The words come out in a whisper, the room becoming so silent that you can almost hear the gears in his head turning, wondering who the hell you were talking about.
You hear him take a step forward on the wood flooring, his voice incredibly soft, “Dove.”
You look up through the tears and see his hands reaching out for you, and for the first time in all the time you two have been together, Simon Riley almost looks scared—not scared of you but as if his world was coming apart.
When his hand gently touches your arm, it pulls you out of your stupor, making you pull away, frantically shaking your head, “Don’t touch me.”
The words come out shaky and broken, but they make him freeze nonetheless, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to pull himself together, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.
He takes a small step back, his gaze fixed on yours, and he holds his hands out in front of him, as if to demonstrate that he is not a threat. "Okay, I won't touch you." He comes to a halt, seeing the fear in your eyes, the look of a frightened animal ready to flee at any moment. "It's okay, love, everything's fine-"
He doesn't even finish his sentence before you're flying down the hallway, grabbing your bag from the hooks by the front door and bolting out the door, slamming it loudly behind you, leaving him standing halfway down the hallway, his mouth slack-jawed, unsure of what the hell just happened.
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After nearly ten minutes of fast walking, you finally slowed down and stopped in the nearest store to clean your face of tear marks and, hopefully, make yourself look presentable. You sent a quick text to Simon, letting him know that you were safe and that you didn't know when you'd be back. You left your phone on long enough to see him read the message and the text bubble pop up before you shut the phone completely off and tucked it into the bottom of your bag.
You spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly, wondering if you'd just ruined your relationship with the only man you'll ever love, when you came across the small Italian restaurant where Simon had taken you on your first date. You remember the way you tried to pay for your half of the dinner, but he quickly slipped his card to the waitress before you could even argue, saying something about how if you decided not to go on a second date with him, you deserved to at least get a free meal from it, and you teased him by asking him if there was a reason you shouldn't want to go on another date with him.
The memories make your stomach queasy, making you want to kick yourself in the back for being so stupid, but you walk in and order your and Simon's favorite dishes and try to keep the food as warm as possible on your walk back to your shared home. One side of you hopes you’ll find him there, not an empty house, and the other side wants to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.
You walk up the steps, and most of the house seems to be dark except for the living room, where a single light is on. You unlock the door and try as quietly as possible to slip your shoes off while also trying not to drop the food.
You make your way towards the living room to find Simon sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. You look over to the coffee table and see bags with your favorite restaurant's logo tied off, trying to keep the heat in the bags, making your heart ache with the fact that he still thought of you after you treated him like complete trash.
He was the first man ever to treat you with so much love. Even while he was deployed, he was making efforts to show you that he cared, like scheduling a delivery of your favorite flowers to show up on your day off with a little note, paying for over a month's worth of your order at your favorite coffee shop, and bringing back little trinkets from the places he was deployed too.
You knew him being deployed wasn’t his fault; it was part of his job. You knew he wasn't your dad and that it wasn't Simon’s fault that the man who was supposed to love you treated you as if you weren't even his child but rather just another one of his soldiers.
It wasn’t his fault that your dad wouldn't be home for months on end; it wasn’t his fault that the last time you ever saw your dad, you told him you hated him for never being home; it wasn't his fault that the day your dad was supposed to come home from a four-month deployment, instead of hearing him come home, there were four hard knocks on the door; it wasn't his fault that two soldiers were standing at the door; it wasn’t his fault that they were holding a folded-up flag with your dad’s military dog tags on them.
It. Wasn’t. His. Fault.
Yet you treated him as if it were. You didn't know which was worse, the fact that he didn't already know about what happened to your dad or the fact that you wished he did so that he could have a reason to hate you for lashing out.
You step into the room, setting the food you got by the food he ordered. “Simon?”
He doesn’t move for a second, then he looks up at you, and you feel your heart shatter for the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh, Simon,” you whisper, moving so that you’re standing in front of him and drop down onto your knees, “I am so fucking sorry. I don't even have the words to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you… I should’ve just talked to you instead of letting it build up.”
You move your hands up to gently cradle his face in both your hands and connect your eyes with his molten ones, which usually provided you with comfort. Now, though, all you can see is the look he gave you after you yelled at him, “I— I never should have let my feelings bottle up about me being upset about you having to be gone. I know it's not your fault. I knew what I was getting myself into when we made things official all those years ago. I knew what your job would bring before then; I made the choice to be with you. I'll never regret that.’’
You move your eyes across his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but you get nothing.
“Si, baby?” you whisper.
His eyes move away from you. “Who were you talking about when you said I'm just going to hurt you like he did?’’
You look away, your eyes settling on a loose string on his pants. “I was talking about my dad.” You take a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you have to tell him, “H– He was military like you.”
His hand reaches out to gently lift your chin, bringing your gaze to his. “He died,” you continue, “He died and the last time I ever saw him, I told him I hated him because he was always gone. He…I let him go that day without saying goodbye or telling him I loved him, and the next time I saw him, his body was in a casket."
"Love," he says with a gentle frown.
"No, Simon," you say, shaking your head. Just because I’m scared—no, fucking terrified—of that happening again with you doesn't give me the right to treat you that way. I am so sorry.”
He leans back in the couch and pulls you up into his lap; once you're comfortable, he brings his hands up so that one is cupping your cheek and the other trails down your arm to hold your hand. "Dove, I know what it's like to lose family. I know what it can do to you. I understand that pain more than you know. Pain like that is unlike anything else.”
Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away quickly before they fall. "You've lost family, too?"
He nods gently, and you can see deep emotions that seemed to have been buried for a long time beginning to surface. “My mum, my younger brother Tommy, and his wife Beth.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are filled with unshed tears. “My nephew Joseph.”
You can feel the back of your throat starting to burn from keeping your tears in, but you push your forehead against his anyway. “Simon.”
He looks into your eyes before whispering, “I wish I could tell you it would stop hurting eventually, but I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ll always make it back home to you; that's not something I can guarantee, but one thing I can promise is that I will always try my damn hardest to make it back. I will always fight with everything in my soul to make it back to you.”
Tears are softly running down your face at this point, falling to land on Simon’s hoodie. “I love you so much, sweets. I never want to lose you.”
You let out a choked cry before you kissed him gingerly, and you could taste the saltiness of your tears mixed in with all the flavors that reminded you of Simon. Of home.
“I love you so much too, Si.”
He leans in to kiss you again with a light press of his lips to yours before he pulls away and looks at the forgotten food on the coffee table and lets out a light chuckle, “I see we both had the same idea.”
You let out a shaky laugh and nod your head before snuggling your head into the warm crook of his neck. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly stopping at the bottom to rub gentle circles into a spot that usually bothers you. "Well, why don’t we eat, and maybe in the morning we can talk a little bit more.”
Yawning into his neck, you pull back and ask, “Can we finish the movie I was watching earlier? It was just getting to the good part before I stopped it.”
He nods, and you excitedly get out of his lap to get your blanket and the TV remote before he pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so that he can start opening the containers. Once you start the movie, you look over to Simon to find him already watching you with a soft look, and all you can think is how thankful you are to have found a man who loves you through all your faults and you through his.
You were grateful for ever getting the chance to be loved by Simon Riley, a man who truly believed that he couldn’t love and that he wasn’t worth loving. You knew that it would probably take your whole lives to heal from the things you've both been through, but as long as you were together, that was all that mattered.
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months
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Could I request hcs of reader with an Iron hands who is a gentle giant and loves to battle against other trainers ( like nemona and penny) but arven is always on edge around the iron hands.. always thinking that it could hurt someone else like the other area zero pokemon hurt mabostiff. Reader and co tries to convince him that that this one's diffrent and would never do that to anyone?
((Generally fluff.. it doesn't need to be that angsty))
I love Iron Hands fr fr so thank you for this <3
My main one (who I affectionately named Raiden) is a tera raid powerhouse, but besides that I just,,,love my funky metallic futuristic Hariyama
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You often wonder if your Iron Hands had some kind of glitch in its system...
Because it's simply the sweetest fighting/electric type machine you've ever had the honor of capturing.
Its default expression is pretty much like "^^" 24/7.
When outside its pokeball, it's such a gentle giant towards the smaller Pokémon--whether they're on your team or out in the wild.
It absolutely loves comparing hand sizes with everyone (especially you, even though it knows very well that its palm size surpasses every single human's).
And of course, Iron Hands likes the thrill of battle, being all charged-up to fight whoever challenged you both.
Nemona herself is always eager to battle the Paradox Pokémon she witnessed you capture firsthand.
Penny gets a little nervous sending out her Vaporeon or Umbreon, knowing they'd get clobbered by a thunderbolt or drain punch easily.
But even outside of battle, Iron Hands is a kind and gentle soul around her Eeveelutions. They like to play around in the field, so they don't bear any ill will towards it.
The only person who feels genuine fear around it is Arven...and for good reason.
You saw it the moment Mabosstiff and Iron Hands stared each other down at one of the school's tournaments, with you taking one turn to boost its attack....while your friend remained frozen on the spot, suddenly unable to utter a command to his buddy.
He ended up running away, and the match was suspended, with you and the girls chasing him down to find him at the lighthouse.
Iron Hands is just stumped, confused as to why he looked so angry at it.
But you, Penny, and Nemona knew exactly what was up.
He was just scared of it hurting Mabosstiff (or other people) and making him weak all over again.
Of course, Arven was still traumatized by what happened during his first time in Area Zero--and being ambushed by a group of Iron Hands before you went up to the time machine certainly didn't help matters.
But you reassured him that your Iron Hands was nothing like those wild ones.
It was kind, loyal, and you've trained it well and understood each other...even though its origins remained shrouded in mystery (you had to lie about it being a Hariyama in a cool suit, but it took no offense to that).
The girls also agreed that it was good and patient in battles, never overdoing any attack.
Still, it's gonna take Arven some time to fully trust it, especially in a battle with Mabosstiff. So you just set up picnics and allowed Iron Hands to interact with his Pokémon, getting to know each and every one of them.
You even encouraged him to use the sponge on its metal plates, giving them a good shine.
With time (and more exposure therapy), he'll be comfortable enough seeing Iron Hands always at your side whenever he's making sandwiches or asking you for advice on his newest recipes.
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siriusly-parker · 5 months
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—angsty neuvillette headcanons, genshin.
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author’s note: these are my headcanons!! i love neuvie but i just think he’s a little depressed yk? so here are my hcs about angsty!neuvie lol ‎𐦂
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angsty!neuvie who just can’t help but be insecure.
angsty!neuvie who feels so lonely. all the time. until he meets you.
angsty!neuvie who feels like he doesn’t belong anywhere, but in your arms.
angsty!neuvie who’s mistaken as stoic but is truly in touch with his emotions. he feels a lot, he just can’t quite figure out what it is that he’s feeling.
angsty!neuvie who accidentally makes it shower even harder when he hears someone ask the hydro dragon to stop crying.
angsty!neuvie who comes home drenched after every trial.
angsty!neuvie who doesn’t understand himself or his purpose.
angsty!neuvie who just wants to spend all day in bed with you. (he’s just an eternally tired guy.)
angsty!neuvie who’s just so sleepy and nods at whatever anyone’s saying without listening.
angsty!neuvie who’s always calm but will fight anyone who causes the melusines any harm.
angsty!neuvie who always apologizes for the rain, believing it must be an inconvenience for you.
angsty!neuvie with a partner that loves the rain.
angsty!neuvie who tries his best to communicate his feelings even though he doesn’t quite understand them himself.
angsty!neuvie who helps a melusine take care of their garden after a flood (he probably caused).
angsty!neuvie who just feels so overwhelmed and empty at the same time.
angsty!neuvie who doesn’t have the energy to read anymore, so he asks you to. you read to him while gently caressing his hair. he usually ends up falling asleep.
angsty!neuvie who tries to reassure furina he’s fine and can definitely keep on judging the rest of the day’s trials.
angsty!neuvie who doesn’t understand why people care about him, but takes all the love he can get anyway.
angsty!neuvie who feels deeply protective of the traveler, considering them an important friend. after all the stories they told of their travels in teyvat, he hopes they can count on him to help. he feels sad about how their kindness was taken advantage of and doesn’t want to be that kind of person to them.
angsty!neuvie who tries his best to arrange small dates to show you he cares. he often asks the melusines for help. one time, he took you to merusea village for a picnic.
angsty!neuvie who unintentionally makes it pour every time you have to leave.
angsty!neuvie who likes being under water because it feels like a big hug for the ocean. (not as good as yours but still pretty nice)
angsty!neuvie who brings the lunch you made him to the fortress of meropide, because you told him he needed to see his friends more. wriothesley didn’t ask any questions, he was just glad you packed an extra sandwich for him too.
angsty!neuvie who makes the entirety of fontaine downpour when you first tell him you love him.
angsty!neuvie who loves being taken care of. you often take showers with him, washing his hair and kissing all his worries away.
angsty!neuvie who’s jealous of everyone, but doesn’t even try to fight it. he truly believes you’d just be better off, so he shuts down and leave. you have to explain to him he’s the only one and that he doesn’t need to worry. though he doesn’t fully believe it, he trusts you.
angsty!neuvie who tries to push you away because he thinks you deserve better.
angsty!neuvie who tries to write down his feelings like you taught him.
angsty!neuvie who comes home and passes out on the couch. you obviously can’t take him to bed, so you take the bed to him by bringing pillows and comforters. you wiggle yourself in between him and the backrest of the couch. he ends up waking in the middle of the night, so grateful for you. you keep this setup for a week and make it into movie nights.
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satorqn · 7 months
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sunkissed+starstruck
suna hcs on my mind || fem reader
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suna has the lightest sprinkling of freckles across his face; starting at the outer corner of his eyes and dispersing over the expanses of his cheekbones. only a handful of people know, though. his mom, who chastised him for not wearing sunscreen when roaming around town with the miya twins. his teammates on the court, though they don’t really care nor feel the need to bring it up. and you, perhaps the only person whose allowed anywhere near enough to see the light brown specks. 
in high school, suna was too shy for his own good. hiding behind a mask, hiding behind a book, hiding behind his teammates, hiding in the back of the class, suna at every waking moment desired to be erased from sight. which is why no one ever took notice of his freckles, nonetheless taken notice of him. why or how you did, was beyond him. 
the sun had set long ago, and chemistry homework discarded ages before. suna’s bedroom is basked in a golden glow from a single bedside lamp, one that’s fit for a young child (it embarrassed him to no end when you came in, but you swore it was cute and endearing). the entire room is decorated as if it were for a toddler and teenager, at the same time. the walls are painted a bright, baby blue which doesn’t match the angsty band posters and volleyball medals. among the textbooks on physics, advanced calculus and history are trinkets and toys meant for a small toddler. 
and holy hell is suna nervous right now. pretty girl in his room, in his bed, on his lap. you can tell, the way his eyes shift around, never meeting yours, and the light pink flush that spreads from his cheeks to his ears. it’s so cute it’s funny; you can’t even count on your own ten fingers the amount of times you’ve been over to suna’s house, studies in his room, napped in his bed, seated yourself on his lap, yet he still gets so flustered. 
“rin, babe,” the nicknames roll of your tongue, but it still sends a shock up suna’s spine when he hears it from you. 
“mmm” his gaze finally meets your, wide and eager to hear your next words. 
“you’ve got freckles.” you cup his face gently, tilting it to see more clearly in the dark room. he lets you, tilting his face back and forth against the light. 
“yeah...” suna’s not quite sure if the freckles are a good or bad thing. yeah, his mom got mad at him at first, but now he’s got you tracing the dots from one side of his face to the other. there’s the slightest smile on your face, as you play a game of ‘connect the dots’ on your boyfriend’s face. 
you want to memorize every feature, every freckle on his face. the one vaguely shaped like a heart beneath his left eye, how there’s more sprinkled on the bridge of his nose, the way the specks curve up towards his temples and slightly fall down to the fullness of his cheeks. you can even make out the big dipper on his right cheekbone. you want the patterns, his face, engraved in the back of your eyelids so when you close your eyes all you see if your rin. when you lay against his chest for a nap after homework, all you’ll see is him. when you fall back against the soft grass in his backyard and gaze up at the stars, all you’ll see is the patterns of suna rintarou forever memorialized in the universe. 
you feel like a renaissance astronomer when you gaze at suna. with each passing year you spend with him, you always find a new star in your universe to note down, a new constellation to map. 
“ah!” you gasp, jabbing a finger into suna’s cheek. “a new one!” 
you’re still on suna’s bed; only his childhood room has shifted to a college dorm. the room’s still dimly lit by a single lamp, one that no longer childish. there’s still angsty posters and volleyball medals hanging on the wall, painted a slate gray rather than the baby blue you’ve grown to love. there’s still homework to toil over and exams to cram for, but that’s all that has seemingly changed. 
his heart shaped freckle is still beneath his left eye, the big dipper still resides on his right cheek. but as the earth makes its laps around the sun, and it continues to kiss his face as much as you do with each passing day, it blesses you with more and more specks on his face for you to memorize. 
“really?” suna lightheartedly swats your finger away with a light chuckle. “i’ve been wearing sunscreen too.” 
“gosh, don’t.” you fall against him with a dramatic sigh. “i love your freckles.” 
he snorts, arm encircling your waist to comfortably pull you against him. “what do you mean ‘don’t’? uv rays are no joke. you want me to look 60 at 20?” 
“no! just love your freckles, that’s all.”
an: this was sitting in my drafts for months lol but was thinking of dear felix when i thought of this hehe
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M6 and MC during a storm or other bad weather event? Can be as fluffy or as angsty as you please.
(Bonus: What kind of umbrella would each LI have, if any?)
The Arcana HCs: M6 during thunderstorms
~ the way my mind gets flooded with serotonin just thinking about thunderstorms XD I've added some pics of the kinds of umbrellas I think they'd use too ^.^ thanks for the prompt anon! - brainrot ~
TW for mentions of panic attacks in Julian's and Portia's sections and tooth rotting fluff in general
Julian
HATES thunderstorms
They take him right back to the night he lost his family, until he's a scared little boy holding his baby sister and waiting for his parents to come save them all over again
Just the sound of rain alone used to send him into panic attacks as a kid and young teen, but he's been an adult on his own for a long time at this point and it's rare for him to have that reaction now
That doesn't stop him from getting anxious though
He'll alternate between uncharacteristic silence and feverish chattering, making overly casual comments on the weather
He will also be laser focused on you. He knows it's irrational, but he's got a deap-seated fear that the storm will take you from him too and he will follow you like a shadow
He doesn't want to become a nuisance though, so he'll be fussing over you nonstop - layering you with blankets, insisting you eat or drink every thirty minutes, dosing you with vitamins, etc
Of course, you love him, so you find a way to make things bearable
The sound of thunder and sensation of cold rain bother him the most, so cuddling in bed where it's warm and dry and the blankets can muffle the sounds is ideal
The best is when you ask him to read out loud to you. He gets to be close to you, make himself useful, and stay distracted all at once. Just don't let him have coffee, the jitters will send his anxiety through the roof
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(He rarely uses his umbrella, but it's as gothic as he is and has a raven head carved in the handle)
Asra
LOVES the rain
Their magic is water-affiliated as it is, and you're telling them that everything's being splashed with it? Well what are you waiting for, MC, it's clearly time to go outside!
Constant smiling and giggling
The streets are almost completely empty because everyone sane is staying inside, and he takes full advantage of that. It's the most childlike, playful, and hyper you'll ever see him
Tag, you're it!
They'll run and give chase for as long as you can manage it, and as soon as one of you slows down they're pulling you into their arms to dance. Don't worry about the music, they'll make it happen somehow
Kisses in the rain with his hair plastered to his face will never not be delightful. He won't hold still for very long though, if you hold him too close he'll take it as his invitation to tickle you and run
Puddle-jumping competitions for the biggest splash
If you're not in the city, oh boy, they're hunting for the biggest mud pit they can find and pulling you into a match
Does not have the healthy fear of lightning that he should. Will stand in the middle of a field or try to climb a tree for a better view, and you have heard him at his loudest when he shouts back at it
The foamiest hot bath when you get home, they'll spend the rest of the evening curled up with you in front of the fire with hot chocolate
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(They don't like using their umbrella anyways, so it turned into a magical art project)
Nadia
Rain holds unusually fond family memories for her
For starters, it usually signaled a drop in temperature, which was a welcome break in the tropical Prakran climate
But back home in Prakra with six busy older siblings and royalty for parents, thunderstorms were when everybody took a break and spent the day together in the palace with games and tea
She doesn't have to think twice about continuing that tradition with you
She'll usually give everyone the afternoon off once basic Palace upkeep tasks are finished and spend it with you
She loves sitting on the veranda with you in the afternoon, commenting on the lightning and listening to the thunder and rain, drinking tea with you and telling you stories of her childhood
As soon as it starts to get dark she's taking you inside and putting together a dinner in the kitchens. You and the palace chefs know she doesn't really cook, so they'll leave some "ingredients" to find
"Ingredients" often being a cold roast bird of some kind, a freshly baked loaf of bread "hidden" in the cupboard, a bowl of greens with the dressing on a different table, and two "forgotten" plates of dessert
You don't know if she knows that kitchens aren't usually like that, and you have no intention of telling her otherwise
She'll retire with you to her chambers early, so she can lie in bed with the windows open and listen to your voice and the rain
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(She has a collection of umbrellas for different outfits, mostly used for garden events)
Muriel
You didn't expect it, but Muriel feels supremely at peace when it rains
As a kid, it was one of the only times when the city would get quiet. He could go out in the rain, and just for once, walk as far as he wanted to without bumping into anyone or being looked at
He could stand in the middle of the widest street and hold as still and breathe as deeply as he wanted to without a single person yelling at him to move
And nobody wanted to attend the roofless Coliseum when it was raining
Out in the woods? It's even better
He takes a quiet pride in knowing that for once the forest is louder than the people are
And the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest
There's a part of the hut roof that juts out by several feet and he keeps a stool there. He'll lean back into the tree roots and stone wall, watching the curtain of rain an arm's length away with a contented smile
To him, rain sounds and smells like freedom and new beginnings
He'll never pressure you to join him, but he'll be so happy if you do
It's an atmosphere where he's the most at home in his own body, so you can expect him to initiate a lot more physical touch
He'll be comfortable enough to pull you into his lap and wrap a cloak around the two of you to keep you warm and dry
Gentle kisses against the cold stone, wrapped up in his warmth and a thick blanket while the earth smells fresh and the rain tap dances on the leaves all around you
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(Asra got it for him as a gag gift and he unironically adores it and uses it all the time)
Portia
She gets super irritable when it rains
Do you know? What hair like hers likes to do? When it gets this humid? Do you know? How much time it takes? To clean up the bucketloads of mud? That Pepi tracks all over the floor?
Yeah, she didn't think so
She doesn't talk about it (and frankly, she's not the introspective type, so she might not even be aware of it) but the trauma of that shipwreck stays with her even if she can't remember it completely
So no, she doesn't get flashbacks or nightmares, but as soon as it starts thundering she's plagued with a sense of unease and danger that she just can't shake
She also associates it with watching her teenaged older brother panic and meltdown, which isn't the most positive memory
And of course, it doesn't help that rainy days mean keeping a very active person cooped up inside with nothing to do but keep house
She'll spend the first few hours obsessively getting her space in order - meal prepping, cleaning, organizing, list-writing
It's better not to get involved until there's nothing left for her to do
That's your cue to help her tie back her hair, brew some soothing tea (or something stronger, if she's really fidgety) and sit with her on the couch while she talks a mile a minute all about her week
It will take a few years, but eventually she'll come to associate rain with you so strongly that she might even come to love it
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(She likes having the brightest, most distracting umbrella possible for such miserable weather)
Lucio
He doesn't like thunderstorms. At all
He's generally tougher than he acts - he grew up with Morga as a parent, after all - but his brand of bad weather as a kid was snowstorms and blizzards and fierce winds
Not all this business with metal-attracted bolts of sky electricity and sudden, loud noises and water that makes everything muddy and gets everywhere (especially on the dogs!)
Unless it's impossible, he's spending thunderstorms inside, no matter how tight your budget is
As soon as it becomes anything more than a light drizzle, he's cancelling all of today's plans and going off in search of affordable, effective shelter
If he had it his way, he'd do his best to sleep through the whole weather event hunkered down beneath a pile of quilts and blankets
The problem is with Mercedes and Melchior. They love the rain
There's mud! There's exciting new smells! Let them out, let them out to play!
And Lucio, of course, will let them out like the doting dog dad he is, and then they'll come back inside with their white fur drenched and matted with mud and shake it all over everything
The only thing all three of them agree on is that lightning and thunder = bad
The dogs of course have sensitive ears, and no matter how many times he hears it, it always makes Lucio jump (too unexpected)
Your cuddles will be desperately sought after and much appreciated
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(The first umbrella is the one Lucio wanted to buy. The second is what he got, because it needs to fit in his traveling pack)
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blue--ingenue · 8 months
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soft!sebastian headcannons - part 5
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Author's Note: *shakes this post like a bag of cat treats* i'm back with some more soft sebby :) as a reminder my taglist is open, and if you'd like me to write any specific hc, feel free to send me an ask! and if you'd like a break from the fluff i did post some angsty!seb hc (link in my masterlist)
he’s an advocate for house elves. his parents found the idea of keeping house elves bound to their family barbaric, so he never had any growing up. stands up for house elves being mistreated by cruel students, so he’s a natural favorite among the Hogwarts house-elf community
boy is Public Enemy Number 1 for Peeves. they’ve hated each other even before the poltergeist ratted him out in the restricted section. he once dedicated an entire restricted section trip to finding books on how to cast spells to make his day a living hell (most common spells pass right through him). Peeves was livid, and so began a relationship of mutually-assured destruction
(they’ll never reach a truce, but they’ve both decided to keep their distance from the other to avoid further headaches)
back to the house elves, the kitchen elves are especially friendly towards him. he recruited their help to bake you a birthday cake, and they gladly obliged
he inherited his father’s pocket watch. his father had pasted a beautiful photograph of his mother on the inside. he has since stored the picture safely in an album and tucked a candid photo of you in its place
Anne is two minutes older than him, and she uses the ‘older sibling’ excuse to justify bossing him around. he makes it a point to wake up before her on their birthday every year so that he can feel ahead of her for once
if you’re smaller than him, he absolutely loves just picking you up. loves patting you on the head, comparing hand sizes, scooping you into his arms to deposit you in your bed if you fall asleep in the room of requirement
when he’s sick, he’s a total drama queen about it. (especially if he thinks you’ll fuss over him for it). his extra-large slytherin scarf is wrapped around his neck. he’ll pull it over the bottom half of his face and burrow into it while napping during professor binns’ notoriously dry lectures. he positively refuses to take medicine. boy has faced everything from trolls to dark wizards, but will sit and pout like a toddler if madam blainey faces him with a spoon of cough syrup
(it’s gotten to the point where Madam Blainey calls you to the hospital wing before she sends for sebastian because she knows you’re the only person who could convince him to take the medicine)
his parents used to take him and Anne to the seaside every summer. every once in awhile during the warmer months he’ll fly you to the Clagmar coast for a picnic lunch. he ties a basket laden with little sandwiches, delicate cakes, a bottle of champagne, and a blanket to the broom handle before you both take off
he’s constantly keeping an eye out for pretty shells and stones he thinks you’ll like. he's constantly running up to you with his latest "treasures." once he was so excited to show you a whelk shell he tripped over a sand dune and dropped it. he spent nearly half an hour digging through the sand to find it until you reminded him that he is, in fact, a wizard, and could use accio
he manages to find a pearl in one of the clams in a tidepool and uses the muselet from the champagne bottle to fashions it into a ring for you. he kneels in front of you in the sand, exaggerating a proposal and sliding the ring onto your finger. (naturally it’s a perfect fit. he’s spent so long memorizing the warmth and shape of your hands for it to be anything less). you laugh at his antics, but he’s sincere when he tells you it’s merely a placeholder for the real thing 
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Taglist: @mlktea13, @mrsbrookesallow, @ithinkweallsing, @snickette, @crispywiz
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Talk to Me | k. bakugo
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           Fantasy AU!Katsuki Bakugo x [GN]Reader
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WARNING(S): suggestive content, angst, lack of communication, abandonment issues if you squint, name calling, toxic dynamic (they're actually a fucking hot mess), making out, shifty hands, sex innuendos, established relationship.
COUNT: 3.4K words [10 mins.]
READ MORE: masterpost [students + bakugo masterlists]
A/N: bro a good bit of this was written in like 2019 n i had to come up with something. originally, this was requested by someone ion fw no mo but i wanted to finish it lol. 😭 i didnt want it to end up in smut (like it was requested) so now you have this like… angsty-vague thing! idk lol. this will be followed by a hc part two that is more ehhhhh mature. ALSO if youre relationship is like this, do not let it be, amen. 🙏🏽🙏🏽 thank for reading. 👵🏽
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“Where the fuck is she, dunce face?!” Bakugo demanded, shaking the frightened dark-haired blonde who had his signature lighten bolt streak in it. The startled warlock tries to pry himself out of the explosive man's strong grip in irritation.
“I-I don’t know! She came around here like a week ago! How am I supposed to know?!” Kaminari exclaims, tears now beading in his eyes, whining desperately wanting to get away from his angry friend. Bakugo glares deeply into Kaminari’s eyes before letting him go, not passing up the opportunity to judge the space and ignores Kaminari rambling about his potions.
“There goes this week's rent portion…” He pouts cleaning up the bottles and trying to seperate them to put off to the side as he tries to fix the mess Bakugo made.
‘If you aren’t here now, then where the hell would you be?’ Bakugo huffs in thought as he leaves the small shop and looks around the area. The man’s anger quickly continued to scale up as he tried to think of something quick. As of now, he had recently been to every place you frequented, this shop being the last resort on his hunt for you. Suddenly he has an ingenious idea, the burst of thought sending him storming back into his friend’s store once again. Kaminari jumps as the door slams open and whimpers in protest pointing an angry finger at Bakugo.
“No get out! You already cause enough damage-”
“Does it look like I give a damn?! Use your stupid orb!” Bakugo growls, marching up to the frightened warlock with his fists balled.
“It’s not an orb, I've told you that!” A pout is seen on his lips, the warlock holding a stern look as a warning. He carefully scoops up the aforementioned tool and glares at Bakugo to protect it from his wrath. Kaminari scrambles in fear when Bakugo bucks at him, not wanting to provoke the haughty man any further. “Fine, fine! But it's not going to be free, nor will I let you smash my crystal ball.”
Bakugo mutters a few curses under his breath before digging into one of his pouches. It takes a few moments before he grabs a considerable amount and slams down a shit ton of money onto the merchant's counter. Kaminari purses his lips and hesitantly leans in to look at the lump sum, raising his brow a bit at how “little” the amount is. A few more curse words and snide remarks are set against him before he happily smiles at the new total.
“Who would you like to see, kind sir?” Kaminari beams.
“Whatever, that bitch who thought she could best me.”
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and tries to visualize what's happening in the distant moment. His brows raise a bit as he sees the familiar scenery, opening his eyes and a few sparks run through him as he looks around almost as if he was in the moment himself.
“I wh… Um it looks like they’re-”
““They’re?” Who are they with-”
“Yeah! This is the place I found them, he could hook you up with--Bakugo?” Kirishima asks, pausing as he stares at the disastrous scene before him. His left brow quirks as he could already tell Kaminari was using his orb. He grins with a chuckle, crossing his arms. “Who are you stalking now-”
“That bitch!” Bakugo fumes, pupils turning into slits as they land upon you. You cross your arms and step back each time he stomps towards you until he has you cornered up against a wall. Kirishima is quick to pull him off, Bakugo shoving him off as he glares sharply at you. “I thought thieves aren't allowed in this part of town.” Bakugo growls without paying any attention to his friends, his boiling rage making you scoff out a laugh.
“Is that how you talk to people, fuck face?” You cross your arms and tilt your chin up at him.
Bakugo immediately goes in to lunge at you, the other men in the room moving to get between you two. “You know you took my fucking money, bitch!”
His exclamation seemingly offends the other two although it wasn't directed at them, a round of dramatic gasps sounding from them. The red haired dragon who brought you in presses his hand against Bakugo's chest to hold him back, while the warlock behind the raging barbarian takes his place in holding his arms back.
“Bakugo! What's gotten into you?!” Kirishima asks before giving you a questionable look that undeniably had a look of sympathy behind it as well.
“They took my money at the bar and never paid me back,” Bakugo bucks at you with each word, a smug grin breaking out into your lips as you suddenly remember what had happened prior to his drastic outburst. “30,000¥!”
“You make a ton of money, you've probably made it back already.” You roll your eyes in correspondence.
Recently, Bakugo has once again felt trifled by you. You and Katsuki had known each other for quite some time now, and have a long wrap sheet with each other. Truth be told, Katsuki sure as hell made up the money you had taken in no time—but that isn't the principle of what you had done. Most importantly that he let himself get played so easily, especially from you.
About two weeks ago, on the night the notorious barbarian had come back from one of his tours, he had only one thing on his mind: unwind. Of course doing that was hard with his status and all, especially from all the promoting he had been doing for months. If there was one thing he could complain about, it would be about how tedious touring is, but that's not what we're focusing on here.
We're focusing on the fact you swindled him out of his fucking money.
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That night at the bar was a bittersweet one—Katsuki’s only plan was to get in and get out.
He didn't want to talk to anyone (ever) or fake entertaining conversations and all that bullshit. Hell, if it was possible he'd have to commission Kaminari to make a device of some sort to handle that shit for him in his non-communicative moods. Thankfully, when he was like this , the stingy aura that came from him usually shooed people away from him. Everyone but you.
One moment Katsuki was inhaling the sharp and tangy scent of whisky in his glass as he downed that bad boy in one gulp. When he placed his glass down and motioned for the bartender to fill another, a familiar scent that wasnt the alcoholic beverage overtook his senses. Soon enough, the pressure of someone's body was against his muscled arm and similar limbs wrapped around his forearm.
“Katsu,” You whispered in his ear, smiling deviously as he didn't even try to hide the shiver that you elicited from him. “I missed you, why didn't you tell me you were in town?” You pouted and took a seat next to him.
“I just got back, how the fuck am I supposed to tell you that, exactly?” He grumbled, taking another sip from his glass to ease his stress.
“You could've lettered me.” You take his glass and have a helping for yourself, a hiss following after as you finish your serving. “I don't know how you drink these things -”
“What do you want, Y/N?” He finally faces you and snatches the glass out your hand and slams it down on the surface for another helping. A sharp look pointed at the attendant makes them quickly go to make another glass for him.
“Come with me tonight, haven't seen you in forever.”
The suggestion easily made his cock stir. It didn't help that your newly placed hand now sat at the top of his thigh, mischievous hands softly squeezing around the area but not reaching the place he needed you most.
You always had such an easy effect on him, something he hated. Which is why you two were on some fucked up on and off relationship that had no real direction.
You two would care for each other like devoted lovers, but then the next moment you two were arguing like there was no tomorrow. You would have amazing sex, and then jealousy would ensue. Various moments on where you two would find solace in one other was always drowned out by the toxic compatibility you two had going on. Just two individuals who had a lot to give but no clue how to healthily do so.
Irredeemably so, he liked what he had with you. It was toxic for sure and everyone was sick of it except for the two of you. He wasn't even sure how it even developed into this. Unorthodoxly Katsuki was always willing to do anything for you, as you would for him. Except he has resources you didn't, especially money.
That night when he let you come over to his place without second thought is the night where the longest beef you guys had in your “relationship” started. Your original idea was to bring him back to your place but seeing how fucked up he was before you had even got to the bar made you almost feel sorry for him. You begrudgingly dealt with his slobbering and drunk self as you tended to him, periodically swatting away his shifty hands and sloppy kisses.
“Mmnnn thought you’re gonna suck it..?” Katsuki tugged at your waist and pulled you into his lap, his boner proudly pressing into your hip.
“I'm not fucking you in this condition, Katsuki.” You roll your eyes and lay him back down on his bed and somehow manage to untangle yourself from his grasp. When you stand up again you press his shoulders back and point your finger at him as if he were a disobedient child. “I'm being fucking serious! Go to bed or I'll tie you up.”
“You're not my fucking mom!” Katsuki looked you up and down with angered sass, crossing his arms and defiantly looking away with a huff.
“Good, cuz you certainly wouldn't be acting like this!”
“Don't talk shit about my mom!”
“You brought her up first you dumbass!”
With Bakugo’s stubborn nature, he ended up arguing with you until he passed out. All your other attempts beforehand were as domestic as they could be, but of course this is the way you could get him to fall asleep.
You took a few moments to watch him sleep peacefully, his face as beautiful as an angel. His eyebrows that always furrowed in tension were eased and relaxed, the small wrinkles in his forehead smoothing as he fell into slumber. His eyelashes were a luscious and gorgeous batch although being short. His mouth was slightly agape as he started to snore, his body now completely in slumber from his extenuating busy job. You carefully leaned over to close his mouth to avoid the snoring and place a chaste kiss to his forehead before pulling back. It really was lost on you why you two couldn't just function normally but that was something to figure out on another time.
You quietly but hastily put together the things that could help him for when he wakes up in the morning, even cooking him up something that could be reheated without losing its quality. You carefully set everything up on his nightstand and left a little note for him to read when he wakes up. Getting ready to leave, you realize something sticking out of the pocket he was once wearing that night. You glance at him one last time before tip toeing your way to his pants pocket and light upon your discovery.
30,000¥
The way your pupils dilated in circumference gave you expert vision in being able to examine the money, and wasted no time whatsoever counting the dollars over. Shamelessly, you made your decision fast. In record timing you were stuffing the wad of cash into your shirt and happily trotting out of his place into the young night.
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The two males who devotedly choose to stay neutral in the matter moved a little, their wary expression now falling on you for your rebuttal.
You look away with a bit of shame, pouting as you do so. “I needed it for something.”
“So you wait till I'm sleeping?! What'd you even use it for!”
“That's none of your business!”
“Hell yes it is, it's my fucking money!”
Kaminari swears under his breath and pinches the bridge of his nose as you two start your yelling match, looking over at the other unlucky bystander that so happened to be there. Kirishima deeply sighs and nods as he steps back from them, his friend doing the same.
“You know what? Why don't you two go settle this in the backroom,” Kaminari yells over you both and waves an arm between you two to gather your attention. He gives a forced smile and dramatically swings his arms to motion your attention towards the hall of the shop. “I'd rather you two be a nuisance where my products and eardrums aren't in jeopardy.” Although his words are framed as a suggestion, it's imposed as a command; he respectively grabs both of you and tugs you to his ‘meditation room' (he uses it for when he sleeps on the clock) and shoves you two in there.
A pregnant silence follows you two when your fate in the enclosed place is sealed by the sound of his friend’s footsteps walking away. There's no doubt you two are locked in here, Kaminari has done that several times as you guys more than often ended up having bickering sessions in his shop. You hesitantly look up at him as you two are a few meters away from each other. You, closer to the bed as he was close to the door. When your eyes meet with his, Bakugo charges at you with conviction.
With quick steps he's right in front of you and gripping your jaw in one hand, red eyes burning into yours. Without any prior notice he leans in to press a kiss to your lips with force, his plump lips softening the blow. You groan against his mouth and immediately wrap your arms around his neck, both of you in a fight for a dominance that neither of you want to give up. Angrily fighting against each other for different reasons.
His hands greedily grip at your hips and forces you to sit down on the bed, his handling breaking the rough kiss. Heated contact between you two doesn't halt yet, but neither of you move to remove any clothes, just simply trying to get close to one another. You chase his lips as he takes pride in starving you of the pressure of his lips, his actions prompting you to grab the back of his neck and cement him on you again.
As of now his body is completely pressed against yours as you two occupy the bed, tensions rising in the warm room. This time when pulls away for air you don't protest, allowing yourself to catch up with him.
“Tell me why you're angry, hm?” Bakugo asks in a low voice, lips brushing against yours tauntingly. His hands although so used to gripping your hips so roughly held your body so tenderly, his gaze stuck on your lips and his body pressed against yours. Your silence does bring a concern to his thoughts, eye flickering up to meet yours.
Your bottom lip quivers as you can’t find yourself to speak like how you usually do, not even a toxic or sassy remark to mask how overwhelmed you felt. There's only a short moment where you wordlessly try to come up with something, maybe some pathetic excuse to mask your worries but nothing comes up. Instead, you breakdown in a sob, heart clenching in humiliation as you ca longer hide your anxiety behind toxicity and anger. Bakugo coos at your burst in emotions, enveloping you in a hug as he knew better than to press for more information. Against your will, your body succumbs to his familiar heat, face nuzzled into the comfort of his neck.
“I really would've appreciated it if you were here with me when I had my diagnosis, Katsuki.” You start off not wanting to continue, already knowing that he wouldn't like what you wanted to tell him. “I know you told me not to go alone, but… months? You didn't even tell me when you were going to be back.”
You feel your lover’s body tense up as he pulls away, his face stern as he tilts his head to meet your eyes. “You know I told you not to go alone—”
“I know but I couldn't wait anymore. It was killing me,” You solemnly look up at him for comfort.
His eyes soften immediately as you look at him and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss on your forehead, letting you rest against him as he settles for holding you tight. Bakugo wasn't good at these things, saying stuff that could make you feel better. But one thing was for sure, he liked holding you and he knew that's something you needed right now. After a few moments of collecting his thoughts he speaks to you.
“I just don't want you going through this by yourself. I'm not mad at you, okay?” Bakugo reassured you softly, large and warm hand rubbing your back as you completely leaned on him. “I know we go through some shit but I know it was selfish of me to leave so soon.” You merely nod, giving him a squeeze as you can't find any words to formulate. “I guess I was also scared to find out, but I should've been here with you instead…” Katsuki takes a few moments to gather himself, nervously biting his lip as he mutters against your hair, “I’m sorry.”
A silence falls between you two, a comfortable one albeit the circumstances and atmosphere. There were many things that needed to be talked about but a silent mutual agreement settled between you two as you calmed your chaotic energies. You couldn't even remember the last time you and Bakugo did this—just basking in each other without the verbal fights between you two. You both had to admit that it was a weird but welcoming experience. Bakugo shifts as he attempts to readjust himself, clearing his throat as he does so.
“When's the next appointment?” Bakugo breaks the silence.
“Um,” You pull yourself up from his embrace, rubbing your eyes as you gather yourself up. “Tomorrow at three o’clock.”
Bakugo seems to think for a moment as he glances at the clock on the wall, eyes later searching for a calendar. He definitely had some stuff to do tomorrow but he was willing to clear some space for you.
“... Do you want me to come?” Your boyfriend looks down at you, features softer than ever. His expression was similar to his sleeping one, his calm and delicate features being highlighted. Your pupils dilate upon being asked and you quickly nod your head, not being able to hide the flustered smile sprouting into your lips.
“O-Of course!” You hold his hand. The blonde haired male looks away flustered at how endearing you look, rolling his eyes as he hesitantly lets you hold his hand affectionately.
“Oi, quit acting like that.”
“Like what?! Don't ruin the moment!”
“Acting all soft n’ shit, it's weird!”
“Don't fricken start with me, Mr. “I Don't Want You to Go Through This Alone!””
On the other side of the door, two nosy friends have their ears pressed against the door, a questionable glance being met as they slowly retreat from the door. Kaminari does a motion with his hand to silently unlock the door, a small sigh coming from Kirishima as he crosses his arms.
“You think they're good?” He whispers, not risking being heard from the couple in the room.
Kaminari snorts and leads the way back to his shop with a shrug, “They'll be just fine.”
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pix3lplays · 8 months
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Hi!! This is my first time sending a request! I hope this makes sense, Can I request a Jing Yuan x Amnesiac reader :0? Like they were childhood sweethearts and both were Cloud Knights but then on an expedition the reader was announced dead but after a few centuries they came back, still alive but has no memories of what happened to them and who Jing Yuan is, this can either go very bittersweet with trying to regain their memories or full angst. Thank you very much in advance and I hope you have a wonderful day!
Hi! Ooooh, angsty, I like, I like- Okay, let’s try it! And thank you!
-Jing Yuan x Amnesiac!reader hcs kinda-
So. You’re back. After all those centuries, him believing you were dead…he just couldn’t move on from you. And now you were back, but you looked at him as if he were a stranger.
He’s heartbroken, to say the least. Childhood sweethearts…torn apart by the cruel machinations of fate…
He doesn’t give up on you though. He spends as much time as he can afford with you, showering you with attention, treating you the way he used to treat you, looking for any hint of recognition in your eyes…Nothing.
But a part of you knows you must’ve felt something for this man, if he clearly loves you so much.
So you’re willing to restart with him. Restart your romance, give him another chance to win you over again, and convince you that you could love him…
He spends his time doing all your old favorite activities together…romantic strolls in the garden, playing chess together, going on missions with one another, only this time he keeps a much more careful eye on you…
You still don’t remember him, but you can see why you’d have fallen in love with the dashing General.
Your romance will never be the same. He knows that. There are precious memories that the two of you shared that are now gone forever…
But that’s okay! You can start anew! Make NEW memories together.
The two of you like that idea.
And he can tell you stories of your old exploits, as fond memories, and maybe you can even remake a few of them…
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hangeslefteye · 11 months
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Fvckbuddies to lovers HCS for Eren and Porco (modern au?) nsfw apparently
Them because they are simply ✨THE TYPE TO✨Also this makes them my type too xDD Guess who studied their functions?? I'll be writing about these two a lot this week xD
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Eren:
Someone blast Deftones xDDD
Look,Eren is the petty emotional type and not the automatic sensless fuckboy.
Considering his EMOTİONAL AF ass, if Eren is choosing this type of relationships,chances are he was cheated on previously.
Aside from trust issues he's possibly trying to forget his ex.
He's depressed af
Or maybe he thinks all women eventually cheat so he's being petty by being an asshole.
What I mean by this is no open expectations talk.
You won't know if your relationship with him is only sexual, or romantic too?
Heartbreaker type backbreaker too
İt's easy to imagine Eren sending you the cliche hook up texts/nudes at midnight -because he gets overwhelmed by his emotions especially at night- coming to your place and ravaging you just correctly.
Sex with him will be always a little angry and angsty :/
Hard to say he exactly cares about your pleasure soo...you better chase your own orgasm tbh xD
Which won't be hard to,he's naturally good at this.
Chances are he has learnt a lot from his ex and he does many things subconsciously.
Also he accidentally remembers his ex when he's with you
You will know when he thinks of them xDD
He's extra degradative and acts you completely like an escort,maybe even worse.
İnteresingly his emotional ass is the type to NEVER do some certain things with his ✨GİRLFRİEND✨
But you are not that.
You are just a simple slut for him.
Facials?Anal?Slapping?Breath choking?Threesome?Degration?
Np
You are not his girlfriend afterall.
Ah,also he's the head-pusher type.You better take it all or none.İt doesn't matter if you puke on it,better even.
And you'll get no aftercare either.
Not that he doesn't care,he does care.
But he should run back to his place before you can see him crying.Because he's emotionally WRECKED.
He's the tears after cum type :/
However his emotional ass was not designed to mindlessly fuck around.
Simply not that.
So even if he escapes from small talk and affectionate kissing,caressing,aftercare etc. he'll fall for you anyways.
İf he realises he has a thing for you,he'll go around trying to find himself an another partner(s)
He might try to avoid you in the process but he could never xD
*insert sudden emotional breakdown out of nowhere*
Congrats
You guys are officially dating now xD
He has a lot of love to give <3 Suddenly he is very thoughtful and loving.A great bf for real.
However (his) trust issues are not easy to get rid of.
He'll constantly check your phone secretly/not so secretly
He'll call/text very often when you are with your friends.
I hope you don't have a close guy friend(s) because...umm you won't have one after dating with him anyways xD
On the good side 7/24 around you
İt can take him months maybe years to trust you so you must put work into that.
Which he surely does worth the effort.
Last thing is...remember the list above?İt doesn't matter how much you want any of those he simply won't ✨disrespect✨you like that.(not that those are disrespectful he's just crazy xD)
Also he'll feel kinda guilty because he wanted some things to be more special and romantic and not random.He'll never admit tho
Adding his sexual guilt into this one,he kinda regrets the way things escalated.
But he surely knows how to make it up to you.
You guys will go to lots of random but cute dates,you get to pick wherever you want and it's done.
He does photo albums <3
He doesn't have to make EVERY MEMORY immortal but...he'll do just because he can xD
Clingy.clingy.clingyyyyy
✨Touch addiction✨
Porco:
You can blast chase atlantic with this one xD
Porco is the automatic fuckboy
Why? Because it takes him A LOT to fall in love.
He simply does not get carried away.
And of course he's in for the thrill of meaningless sex and not the boredom of relationships.
Open talk type of guy <3
He doesn't want to upset you by giving you the false signals and VERY upfront with it.
Doesn't like kissing,touching while on it but he can do it for you anyways.
He actually understands this goes 50/50 so he'll put effort into you.
Aftercare does.not.exist.
do.not.touch.him. when you are done.
Either dress up or leave or he is out of door anyways.
Also he won't see you out of bedroom and very strict with it.
İf you guys have to co-exist,he'll unsee you like you never existed in the first place.
And he's not the type to fall in love instantly after sex.
To him,sex is one thing;love is something much else.
He must know you very well for that.
Shortcut to that is:✨FUN✨
İf he can have fun with you without getting bored or feeling suffocated,eventually he'll want to know more about you.
Just ask him for a concert/party and say you want public sex xD
He looooves public for sure.
Anything risky?He's in.
1-2 maybe 3 hangouts and suddenly he just wants to dance/listen the music.He just wants to have fun and he'll accidentally forget about sex.
He knows he's fucked up when this happens xD
He wants to ghost you so bad xD
Out of nowhere his kisses last longer,he begins to touch you more,he prefers face to face positions.
I think we can all say he's either a doggy or reverse cowgirl man.
Why?
:✨ASS✨
He surely hates long eye contact too xD
And if the awkward pillowtalk hits...he's whipped
He's the type to have occasional jealousy breakdowns, in secret.
He's too prideful to admit any feelings or whatsoever.
İnstead he marks you.
Anywhere visible is just fine.
COLLARBONES!!!!Neck,thighs,chest,back...anywhere.
Outside he either lays an arm over you or gives you his jacket,hat,scarf etc.
His ✨secret✨ plan is to fall in a natural relationship pattern with you without talking about his feelings xD
From outside,he actually looks like your bf but he's too jealous to keep this going.
Eventually he'll blow up.
He'll have a tantrum about how many more men you see.
*insert feelings and the tsundere blush*
Congrats
You guys are officially dating xD
Seems distant and greatly weirded out but...
He's a kitten for sure :D
He was prolly never romantically loved/cared by someone before so...
H-hugging??
That thing is weird to him but, addicting? Like...do it again? xD
He's a kinda attention whore for you but still prideful af
He recently discovered that thing called,umm...cuddling?
Yeah that thing is not very bad xD He doesn't mind when you spoon him or lay his head to your chest etc.
Lap kitten xD *İnsert simp label*
180 degrees of turn about relationships.
Those things are actually cool?
Like,loser you don't have a gf?
But that would only last as long as he's happy/content
He's the 0 bullshit type and he wouldn't stand arguments to protect his own happiness/heart.
Also he'd want lots of space and freedom.
You can be his best friend,but he'll have other friends too.
İf he feels upset/suffocated/cornered etc. you can lose him overnight.
İf things get too routine or boring,you can lose him again.
But he won't let it get there himself.He's naturally good at creating tension anyways.
İf handled correctly he can be the best of everything <3
Enough internet for tonight I'll fix my grammer.... in the morning? xD I hope you enjoyed it <3
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