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yanderenightmare · 2 months
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Bakugou Katsuki
TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, toxic relationship, possessiveness
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You’re not sure why you ever let it drag out this long…
In the beginning, it could be blamed on things outside your control. You were a pretty girl, and he was a bad boy – of course, that garnered tension – plus, the oncoming of puberty and its additional whirl of hormones – leaving you in the turmoil of strange feelings neither of you could understand – making you both panicked, embarrassed, confused and, most of all, in dire need of an outlet for it all.
One of which you surprisingly found in each other.
You’d been but foolish teenagers at a silly house party at the time – your first-ever shots of vodka buzzing through your system as you shared a kiss like none other. 
You’d stumbled up the stairs and gotten frisky in the bedroom while the family pictures of your shared friend witnessed you tearing at each other until the skin of childhood had shed and left you both as grown-ups.
You remember it well… how you’d practiced putting condoms on a banana and brought a few along but had no prior intention of treading one on him, of all people. 
But fuck, his hands were so big, and his tongue was so hot… and you hadn’t known he could look so pretty… cinched bushy brows and parted lips glossed with your name as he fucked you against the wall until all those onlooking family pictures came crashing down.
You woke up with a new special understanding of yourself and each other, one with a strange respect and newfound curiosity for the other’s body.
But why he hadn't grown bored of it since and why you’d never put your foot down and ended things was beyond you.
Sure, a drunk one-night stand with a person you’d otherwise avoid at all costs is life – opposites attract, after all – but to keep coming back to each other?
He’d explained it once, one of those times he'd come stumbling into your apartment, drunk and in the midst of buckling up his pants while pawing at you. Kissing you sloppy, he’d mumbled out something along the lines of how no one else knows him like you do. 
And you suppose that had mainly been the reason – that you just knew each other too well and had known each other too long, to which point everyone else just seemed alien – that there was a certain comfort, if one could call it that, in the familiarity of each other that just couldn't be replaced by anyone else. 
You thought it would go on forever like that… Not that you’d ever bothered to give it much thought. 
That is… until you had that very flirty encounter at the café where you worked – where in between being sweet-talked into a stuttering blushed mess and being asked out for coffee someplace where you wouldn't have to serve it yourself – you’d come to question your current relationship and started doubting your true obligations toward him as a partner.
You didn’t go on dates. You didn’t live together. You didn’t text or call one another. You didn’t eat dinner or plan things or visit each other’s parents. 
You didn’t have anything in his apartment, nor him in yours. You’d never washed any of his clothes. You’d never worn any of his clothes. You’d never even driven his car. 
You’d never given each other presents. You didn’t tell people about your relationship. You didn’t talk about work, your day, or your feelings. Actually… having given it a long thought… you didn’t really talk at all. 
In fact, when it came down to it, the only thing you’d been able to think of that you’d ever done together… was sex.
Sex and nothing more…
You don’t know if things would have ever changed if he hadn’t asked you what the number scrawled in blue ballpoint pen on your arm was...
But nevertheless, that’s when he started acting strange.
You’d never expected he’d get so upset by it – but you ended up apologizing that night while promising him that next time, you’d make it clear you already had a boyfriend.
You remember thinking how the way he fucked you that night had been nothing short of desperate. Having given you nearly no room to breathe with how tightly he’d held you, his face nuzzling into your neck with lovebites, thrusting into you in such a way he was barely even pulling out, pounding your womb more than your cunt to the point you’d feared it bruised, having had to pat his shoulder to tell him to calm down. 
He’d held your face then, and you’d realized that you hadn’t really had too much eye contact before. You remember that even then, you couldn’t really decide if you liked it or not. 
Or rather... you’re sure you’d found it unpleasant, though just hadn’t had the guts to give the feeling much thought. 
You regret it now that it’s too late. Maybe if you’d done or said something back then, you wouldn’t be in the situation you were trapped in now.
For lack of a better, more suitable word, you’d have to say he’d become clingy if only it didn’t sound too sweet and childish for someone so much larger than you. But maybe you’d just feared calling it what it had been.
And what it had really been… was threatening.
Overbearing and possessive, and needlessly protective. He’d quickly become paranoid with jealousy. Portraying strange obsessive emotions you hadn't known he harbored for you at all until then.
You hadn’t really been able to put your finger on it at the time.
It started out small – or small in comparison to now. Small pleasantries he’d never bothered with before. Small niceties you’d never imagined the two of them would do together. 
Thinking back, the first deviation aside from the triggering night he’d initially seen the phone number and felt the threat of you slipping from his graspwas the time he’d come and visited you at work when out on patrol. And though he hadn’t really asked, you’d come to realize rather hesitantly that he’d come there to eat lunch together with you.
Maybe you’d been too swept up in the embarrassing buzz to notice, caught in the paparazzi of hushed whispers and judgy stares – all of them asking who the Plain Jane thought she was, eating lunch with the up-and-coming pro-hero Dynamight– you hadn’t really the time nor mind to pay attention to him and all his newly awoken instincts regarding you.
It seemed fucking silly now… How you’d foolishly thought the bizarre lunch was an isolated incident that wouldn’t ever happen again, only to be schooled the next day and the day after that – coming to understand you were to expect it as a regular thing. And soon, it wasn’t even the strangest thing anymore.
Soon, he was driving you home every day, coming inside, eating dinner, watching the news until late, and staying the night. Soon, you found yourself waking up in his apartment alone, coming downstairs to find he’d made you breakfast before leaving, combined with a little note telling you when he’d be back. Soon, you weren’t spending a single week or weekend without him. Soon, you couldn’t find anything to wear that didn’t either remind her of him or smell like him or that downright didn’t belong to him completely.
And he’d started taking you places too – on dates – broadcasting your relationship to anyone who could snap a picture and send it to every gossip magazine in Japan. He’d introduced you to his colleagues – who you knew to be “friends” from some rather upsetting stories he’d told you when he was in a less and less rare mood for talking – and they’d seemed to know who you were just as intimately, giving you the sneaking suspicion that he’d been running his mouth and saying private things he ought not to.
But that had all been child’s play.
It got out of control when he’d ordered a delivery truck to pack down all your things and move them all to his apartment before you got home from work. Sure, he’d introduced the idea of living together in passing, but you couldn’t remember ever committing to it or being at all close to an understanding of where and when.
Thinking about it now, that was probably your last chance of escaping before things got ugly.
But then, it was already too late. You were living with him suddenly – sharing all his space while unable to shake that awfully crippling feeling of just being another medal or trophy up on the mantle. Just a decorative doll he’d locked behind glass.
You’d felt as though your head was in a cloud. And not in a nice way, but in the utmost hollow way. As though you’d put yourself on auto-pilot and just gone with the stream like jellyfish.
And now… now he was down on one knee, asking – no, demanding – that you give him everything. 
For life until due death.
Just the two of you. 
Together.
Forever.
You swallowed thickly, feeling your head prickle as though it had fallen asleep without taking you with it. 
Your lips are dry, your eyes are dry, feeling more sober than ever.
You took a breath and, on the next exhale, spoke, “No.”
You both just stared at each other for a while as though neither could decide who was more shell-shocked and had the right reserved to remain still the longest. You left – deciding it was the person on the floor with the expensive ring weighing down his hand – and walked towards the mudroom.
“What are you doing?” He asked then, hesitantly at first. Shaken from his spot, he’d resumed his full height again, loudly stomping across the floor to reach you.
“I’m sorry- I- I can’t stay here- I need to go.” You rushed, head spinning, only able to understand how you wanted to put shoes on and leave. Maybe get a drink at a bar by yourself and figure your shit out without being suffocated by him.
“Don’t do this.” He said then, sounding desperate and somewhat feeble if it weren’t for how he had you pushed against the wall in the same second.
You nearly decided against yourself when seeing the look on his face – warped into something truly fragile. Plead had his brows pinched together while his sharp red eyes, now doe-like, had glossed over and looked nothing short of hopeless and scared.
You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart twist and ache and feel a little guilty.
But nevertheless.
“I can’t marry you….”
You couldn’t keep doing this.
“I’m sorry- I don’t love-” 
You didn’t get to finish. The word taken, stifled, strangled in a fist closing around your throat.
“You do love me.” He refuted quickly, as though terrified to have let you finish. “You’ve always loved me.” Trembling while he said it, as though trying to force himself into believing it too. 
Shaking your collar in unstable hands – bearing down on you until you couldn’t be pushed flatter against the stone behind you, until his forehead rested against the wall, and his lips brushed the shell of your ear in hot, heavy, strained breaths. 
“You’re just confused.” He rasped, voice light and breathy and nearly amounting to a giggle or a sob – you weren’t sure which.
But you couldn’t care much when you couldn’t breathe. Head burning into wet cotton that was no longer able to tell you to push him off and instead let your hands go limp against his chest, knees going weak beneath you. 
You were convinced he’d kill you before the tiniest slither of air was allowed back in through your windpipe, gasping for it like a glutton until coughing it all up again when choking on your own desperate gulps. 
You held your throat in an act of soothing it from the forming bruises and shielding it from further attack. But he was ahead of you and had his sights on attacking something else.
He took you by the hair and started pulling, dragging you from the door and further into the apartment.
“Stop- stop it-” You gasped between hiccups and coughs, your hands clawing at his in an effort to free his grasp from your scalp. Your shins dragged to burns against the cold marble as your legs kicked in the struggle, hitting the floor in a series of sporadic thuds until he stopped.
He’d crossed the threshold of your bedroom and was now throwing you down on the mattress, pinning you in the same second with a hand gripping your jaw and eyes a searing cold that seemed to lash out at you like unstable fire, glaring at you with a look so blank and empty you felt it like the chill of death creep throughout your bones.
“If you want me to be nice, you should shut up.”
You knew you ought to listen, but still, one last prayer slipped off your tongue against your better judgment before you could think twice about it. “Please don’t do this-”
“Don’t do what!?” He barked – spit flying and teeth bared just like a rabid rottweiler – louder than you’d ever witnessed, loud enough to make you wince. “Break your heart!?” His voice cracked on the cry, and he paused, giving another gruesome and gut-wrenching chuckle. Head ducking to your chest with spikey hair nipping at your throat like a million needles. 
His hand tightened even more, clawing into your cheeks.
“I’m just making things even.”
You’d never realized just how hopeless you were if you’d ever needed to fend him off. But you’d never needed to before, never wanted to until now.
Now that he had you so helplessly beneath him, where the reality was slowly dawning on you and making you ever more hysteric, slowly settling upon you like dust. The ensuing violation and your utter defeat in fighting it, your failure in doing much more than make it worse.
He tugged his tie loose and threw it off his head, wrapping your wrists in the loop and tightening it into restraints.
Spreading your legs by positioning himself between them. Only now noticing just how brittle you were. So much smaller than him. So much so that tying your wrists to the bedpost seemed like overkill.
You were sobbing, gasping for breath with your chest rising and falling on beat with the deafening drums of your racing heart. You seemed less than nothing beneath him – just a defenseless pile of plush flesh soft against him and all his muscles.
You tried pulling your thighs shut, but it hardly mattered. His hands buried in the fine plume of the cakey fat had them both spread again with nearly no strength put into it at all. 
It was all right there – taken with no effort – only a cute pink cotton panty stopping him. 
His heart clenched at that, flickered and tugged with misery at the look of you crying into your own arm, trying to comfort yourself while your chest heaved, already tired of screaming and bawling – having resorted to soft sniffles and weak snivels while tiny quakes shook through you still, goosebumps adorning all your exposed flesh, which was every part of you sept for what your pretty silk dress kept hidden.
You were so beautiful… Precious and just… too good.
He knew that. He knew that you were too good for him and had always been too good for him – part of the reason why he used to act as though he hated you – when, in reality… he actually…
“I love you.” He cried. “I’ve always loved you….”
Hot tears splashed in big droplets, staining the silk with splotches that seeped into larger flecks on your stomach. 
“I can’t live without you-” He continued, his hands shaking where he held you apart while his body sagged forward, bowing down, donning soft kisses to your neck and jaw, upon the tears staining your cheeks with streaks, whispering in a voice close to breaking. “I can’t- I won’t-” Choked and pitiful, raw from shouting only a moment earlier.
One of his hands detached from its bruising grip, whilst the other loosened and slid higher – pulling your dress up with it– before rubbing loving circles into your midriff. 
You heard his buckle go undone a second later and offered another whimpering sob, your own hands jostling in their bonds on beat with your shaky breaths while trying to angle your face further away with the aim of avoiding the attack of his wet teary kisses.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I can’t… I can’t let you go.”
You felt him press against your clothed cunt with the weight of his swollen thickness and let out another whimper – your nose stuffed full of his breaths and eyes full of unyielding tears. 
His hand reached for your panty, hooking the trail and pulling it to the side, making you sink your teeth into the plump of your lip to suppress yet another whimper while you cringed with discomfort and the unanswered wishes for him to stop as he nibbled on the corner of your mouth with more teary proposals.
His fingers soon prodded your slit like they’d done nearly every day for years since they were but teens. Touching you with a perfected skill he’d learned would have you shiver with arousal. 
You yielded quickly, your sex turning puffy and wet sooner than you had the time to be embarrassed about it.
“No one knows you as well as I do. No one loves you as much as I do.” He chanted against your skin, entering you with both his longest digits, pumping them deep and scraping them in a cruel curl into that spot he knew had your toes doing the same. Smiling once your hips made an involuntary jolt in response. “No one else but me.” 
He pulled his hands to himself once you’d left three of his digits warm and soaking with slick, lathering his own arousal with it before nudging his cockhead against your opening in a sticky kiss and breaching it.
You stiffened, and he groaned into your neck at the feel of you clamping down even tighter as he bottomed out into your already taunt choke.
“No one else would know how to love you.” He hissed, setting a sweet tempo, lips still close, grazing on the peachfuzz of your cheek, ghosting your skin with hot breaths and even hotter words.  “No one else would know the first thing to do with you once they had you.”
You shook her head, more so in askance of space than anything else – needing air free of him – needing to clear your head off the building warmth you felt spread from your core – needing to shake the coil loose before it could knot itself further. But it seemed the more you tried fending it off, the faster it neared its end.
You always shook so prettily when cumming – when spilling over and moaning all flushed and cute for him with your hips riding it out against his until it left you panting, blushed, and adorned with a shiny sheen of dew, making you look golden in the glory of the after high.
You were his, and not even you could deny it. It almost makes him pity you, watching you writhe, unable to keep even this from him… laid completely bare to accept what he gave and give what he decided to take.
“You’re mine…”
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harrysonlylover · 8 months
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Little One
Summary: A small glimpse into CEO Harry’s past followed by a life changing news.
Trope: CEO! H
WC: 3.5k
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy.
A/n: Unedited and not proofread.
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Harry knew that he wanted to be someone relevant when he was a kid.
He observed as doctors were thanked for their service, engineers for their genuineness and architects for their dedication. He was eager to have a similar experience and wash his ego with such praise.
Whatever he decides to do, would be for the greater good. Small gestures or even small actions are still as important, especially when others do not see it.
As Harry grew up, he found himself fleeing away from science. It’s not that he disliked it, in fact he was a genius at biology, yet he couldn’t imagine it as a career. He found solace in art classes, he’d draw sketches until the bell rang and sometimes his teacher would let him stay because he never realized that class was over.
First, it started as a habit. Drawing doodles to pass time whenever boredom strikes. Then, it became an outlet for his biology obsession. Delicately move the pencils to focus on the vein, give the artery more shadow, maybe memorize the anatomy using his drawings.
But teenagers are complicated and jump fast from one obsession to another. Deep down he had a soft spot for biology, but he left it aside and focused on something more revolutionary.
When he discovered his love for lust in college, he was more than obsessed and not in a hormonal frat boy way. He’d daydream about his partners, their body and skin, how long he can tease them, how much can his and their bodies take.
It consumed his thoughts day and night but especially his drawings. With the consent of his hookups, he’d use his vision and sex appeal that would create a sketch full of lust and gift it to them as a memoire.
The world was so different back then. The idea of sex and pleasure wasn’t appealing to everyone and neither was exploration. Rumors were spread about him, how he fucks his partners and doesn’t pursue any further relationships. He never really addressed anything, because he knew that behind closed doors, his number one rule was no attachment.
By being aware of his honesty he had nothing to worry about. At least the rumors did include how good he was at sex but he wouldn’t call that a rumor.
He was shamed for his love for lust along with his interest in exploring his sexuality. The other frat boys wrote slurs on his textbooks and car just for being seen kissing a boy. He didn’t care nor respond. It’s quite pathetic that his preference pissed other people off.
He does remember one specific partner who helped him explore the most. She was into toys and helped him delve deeper into pleasure yet it wasn’t a surprise when she’d ask to quit the toys because they weren’t as comfortable nor pleasing.
And the rest is history.
He slowly began receiving thoughts about his own line, some shapes for the toys, a certain structure suitable for the anatomy of men and woman. It was a risky idea, who would take a college boy seriously about sex toys?
He was a very intelligent boy who earned himself a scholarship to business school, so all of his savings from his job at a local pizza store went to his campaign.
The nude photoshoot was definitely the icebreaker. People who shared similar personalities and interests defended him against the public eye and supported his brand. He’d never forget how he started with only 2000$ in his pocket, looking for a lab to run the tests for him, late nights sketching and experimenting with modules.
All of his struggles morphed together to get him to where he is now. He may not be praised like people with noble professions but he can’t deny the impact he made. He helped many youngsters to come out of their shell and indulge in pleasure. Many happily married couples even met thanks to Pleasing.
Harry Styles is a relevant man but something was missing.
He remembers the pang in his chest when he met you, how he flew from one country to another after a business meeting to avoid being late for your first date. He was like a blind puppy walking behind you.
As much as he liked being careful with his dates for the sake of his public image, he was ready to jump feet first when it came to you. Love at first sight was a bullshit idea for him, but after you, he began rethinking all of his ideologies.
He’d sit in his chair during dates, his hand fixed under his chin as he listened intently to you. The glimmer in your eyes when you talk about something you love, telling him about your comfort book, why pandas are underrated creatures, the cute ducks you feed in the park, your standard job that you refuse to upgrade from because no one would treat the elderly owner nicely.
He can’t remember the number of times he rescheduled meetings so he could spend time with you. You were a beautiful soul whose confidence at his sex club captured everyone’s attention. He knew that every man and woman were attracted to you and he didn’t like that.
He took you everywhere and showed you all the places you haven’t seen before, as well as his comfort shops that he visits whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed which was pretty often due to being the CEO.
He had known you for three months only but they felt like three years. The feeling of being overwhelmed from work slowly turned into being overwhelmed from your presence around him. He was aware of how long he’d stare at you but god he couldn’t help it.
Sex was so different for the first time in his life. He never imagined that loving someone would make it this intense. He wanted to memorize every inch, worship your body, surrender himself to you and allow you to explore as much as you liked.
Even now, after being with you for two years, he still gets the same ache in his chest upon being around you. The honeymoon period will never end for you, you’re just aligned energetically.
He adores having his skin near yours, it restores his energy and grounds him. Stealing kisses is his job, allowing his fingers to linger a little longer, appreciating your chats about the mundane and important things, buying you properties because “you deserve it”.
He was very giddy and stressed the days prior to proposing and broke down in tears when you said yes. Although he was eager to officially make you his wife, he was already calling you his and introducing you to everyone as his life partner.
You had decided to postpone the wedding to make Pleasing’s second branch opening in Italy smooth which he was very thankful for. You didn’t mind a simple wedding with no guests but he wanted a huge ceremony to show you off despite his love for secrecy.
“I want everyone to look at you and know that you’re mine for life, and whatever comes after life,  that they’ll never be as lucky as I am.”
You recall his words quite well as he placed a ruby diamond ring on your finger and kissed it.
After that, a huge shift happened. Bigger than the one he felt upon meeting you. He couldn’t tame his thoughts when he found out you were extra fertile. He always knew deep down that he wanted you to be the mother of his children yet it was so different when it became reality.
He was aching to be a father and it grew to be his purpose, it gave him a feeling that Pleasing never provided. The feelings during sex doubled, it became more intense and primal, butterflies in your tummies and sweaty bodies clinging to each other.
Just the mere thought of getting to breed you had him weak in the knees, the chemicals in his brain shifted and all he could think about was making sure you’re always full of his seed day and night.
He didn’t think that it would be possible to become more obsessed with you, but boy was he wrong. His biology obsession sneaked itself back into his life, the nights when he wasn’t balls deep inside of you, he’d make you Red Raspberry leaf tea (amazing for fertility), have you sat in his lap as he reads pregnancy books.
You found random books around the house with topics about the pregnancy phases, child psychology, postpartum, hormonal shifts, making the pregnant woman comfortable and understanding her emotions, along with the anatomy of a fetus starting from the first weeks till birth.
You had never seen someone so dedicated to being a good father and partner. He didn’t even want you to move around a lot or do anything that might upset you.
You both knew that sooner or later you’ll get pregnant, not only because you were so fertile, but because you acted like horny rabbits around each other. He filled you up any chance he got and used a plug to keep his seed inside of you before pulling it out at night to give you another load.
His number one rule was giving you as many orgasms as you needed and whenever you needed. He knows how your hormones become as you near ovulation, you get more feral than him. As much as your breeding sessions were fun, he’ll miss doing his duty in getting you round and swollen and all the dirty talk he used to rile you up.
“Gonna give me a sweet baby like you? Guess I’ll just have to keep filling you up.”
However you must admit that your favorite moments were getting him riled up by acting like a brat.
“Acting so careless as if I don’t own your womb, as if your cunt doesn’t beg for me to breed it every night.”
Just him whispering his filthy thoughts in your ear made you so goddamn weak. You knew that you getting pregnant will not stop him from being the primal man he is, in fact you have an inkling that some more kinks will come out.
It’s been over a month since his breeding obsession began, you didn’t keep up with your cycle app, Harry did. Although it might reveal a lot to him, you’re thankful that he can’t know about your pregnancy unless you tell him.
You’ve been noticing some changes over the past few days, and despite the difference in every woman’s body some of the common symptoms occurred to you like tender breasts, nausea and random headaches. Not only are they pregnancy factors but you also never suffered from them during menstruation.
These symptoms are the exact reason you purchased three different brands of pregnancy tests. You went to the store when Harry left the house right after making love to you.
The three tests are laid on the bathroom counter in front of you. You couldn’t wait till Harry returned from work and immediately peed on them then set up a timer of 2 minutes.
Call it an early mother instinct but you know that you’re pregnant. You won’t be disappointed if the result is negative, it’s simply that your body can already feel your little one growing inside you.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the timer setting off. It takes you a few seconds before jumping on your feet and taking a cautious look at the three tests.
Test 1: Plus sign
Test 2: Two lines
Test 3: Two lines
All of the tests are designed differently but show the same result: you’re pregnant with Harry’s child.
You couldn’t hold back your tears as you stared back at the positive tests and placed a protective hand over your stomach.
You’re pregnant.
You’re going to be a mom.
And Harry… the flow of tears intensified when you imagined him as a dad or how he’d react to such news. You were so adamant on getting pregnant that you didn’t think of how he’d find out.
It took a while for the news to settle in and you couldn’t keep your hand away from your stomach. The tears coated your face even more as you rubbed your hand back and forth, noticing the ring harry bought for you on your finger.
Your lovely little family.
After you washed your face and calmed down, you excitedly ran back to your bedroom and fetched your polaroid camera to take a picture in the mirror for the memories. Harry bought you a huge album book where you can place the photos in and leave notes under them. You’ll write down ‘When I found out about our baby’ under it but it felt weird since Harry wasn’t present.
Your thoughts drifted to him, how he’s sitting in his office so clueless about everything. How he made love to you this morning and kept pressing kisses to your collarbone , calling you the most beautiful names.
You began crying again upon thinking about  him. God, what an amazing dad he’ll be. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to successfully pull off the pregnancy reveal in a cute way. You’re way too emotional for that.
You sanitized the pregnancy sticks and placed them in a gift box, before covering them with confetti and putting the polaroid picture on top. You couldn’t think of any other way and besides you wanted it to be simple.
All he has to do is come home.
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The house was unbelievably quiet when Harry unlocked the front door. He’s aware that while being away , you feel like going out sometimes maybe have a random shopping spree or simply buy a refreshing drink.
Usually you’d text him, not because he’s an obsessed controlling partner but you guys love updating each other on your day. You’ve been doing that since you began dating.
You barely replied to his texts today which made him concerned and a bit pouty, especially now that the house feels empty as if you’re not here.
“Honeyyy? I’m back, where are you?” His voice echoed as he took off his shoes near the door and placed the flower bouquet he gets you every day on the kitchen counter.
His feet dragged him to the living room where an empty dish and mug were left near the sofa making him frown because you have a thing for neatness.
He took the stairs and headed straight to your shared bedroom where the door was left ajar, a sigh of relief left his lips as he spotted your figure on the carpet hunched over items he can’t see.
“My sweetheart you made my stomach drop, I called for you.” You turned around at his remark giving him your sweet smile that he adores.
“I was so focused here I didn’t notice.” You pointed to the mess in front of you. He took a closer look and went down on his knees next to you before wrapping his arms around you and leaving a kiss on your forehead.
You were going through some old albums of his and yours, the photos were distributed under your feet along with some letters and cards you both kept since you were children.
“What made you look through all of this?” He couldn’t resist giving your forehead another kiss and pulling your body to his so that your back was resting against his chest.
“I felt nostalgic I guess.” You shrugged picking up a photo of baby Harry swimming butt baked in a mini baby pool. The first time he showed it to you, you laughed so hard and spat your juice on his shirt. It made him a bit pouty so you had to kiss him and reassure him that your reaction was like that because he’s adorable.
You fetched two more photos, one that belongs to you and one to Harry. He was wearing a dalmatian puppy costume as he showed off a big smile while your photo included a sassy version of you holding a cotton candy stick as you posed for the camera with your hair styled in piggytails.
“Look at us being so extra, our baby is going to be amazing.” You chuckled as tears welled up in your eyes at what Harry doesn’t know.
“I think they’re going to have your soft hair and my teeth.” He whispered with his cheek laid against yours. His adoration and love for being a dad is making your heart burst especially that his hand is so close to your stomach when he doesn’t know his best friend is in there.
You can already imagine your baby and his thoughts aren’t helping. He is a gorgeous man and you could squeal just from thinking about their genetics.
“I think pictures are a great way to preserve love.” You couldn’t help the tear that fell from your eye as you thought of all the pictures you could take with your baby and Harry.
“Hmm it’s true my love. They’re like a time capsule.” He didn’t notice your wet cheek as he was too enamored by your pictures that he’s seen a thousand times.
You eyed the little gift box that bears the wonderful news and knew that no moment can be more perfect than this one.
“H, could you please grab this box and check what’s in it.” You pretended to busy yourself with the photos beneath you as he nodded and fetched the pink box.
You could’ve sworn that time went still in those few seconds, his arm reaching for the box and his focused gaze. It was all in slow motion, his hand opening the lid, the furrow in his eyebrows when he notices the polaroid seeing that it is you wearing the same clothes as now.
But that one second, half a second even when his hands move the confetti and spot the pregnancy tests. That moment itself is full of pure love that no time capsule can contain, it is something that could only be passed on from one generation to another.
“I- bab- What?” His hands begin to shake as he picks up the three tests in one hand while you allow the tears to flow both at his reaction and the memory you’re sharing.
“I’m pregnant.”
You move your body closer to him as he appears to have entered a state of shock. His arms are still trembling while his eyes cannot seem to hold his tears nor his excitement, his sniffles grew louder as he dropped his head in your lap.
“We’re gonna make our own time capsule and memories.” You whispered to your fiancée who’s full on sobbing in your lap.
You raised his head and cupped his cheeks smashing them in the process as some of his tears fell into your palm, his lips were pouty and trembling which urged you to kiss them. You reached for his hand and placed it on your tummy under your shirt and you could’ve sworn he let out a hiccup from crying.
“Our Baby?” He questioned as more tears stained his cheeks.
“Yes my love. Our Baby.” You laid your foreheads against each other sharing sloppy kisses unable to contain the love that is overwhelming your tiny human hearts.
You can’t remember for how long you stayed in that position, an hour maybe less just holding your bodies close and whispering love confessions as you think of your little darling.
“What’s with the polaroid of you?” Harry managed to ask after calming down.
“I took it to remember the day I found out about the pregnancy but it felt missing… you should be in it.” He suddenly jumped on his feet and helped you to get up before frantically rummaging through his drawer and fetching his film camera.
He said nothing as he held your hand and walked you over to the mirror. He positioned your body in front of him and wrapped an arm around your stomach before pressing his lips to the back of your head due to the height difference.
He turned on the camera and muttered a ‘smile honey’ before taking the picture that will live on and on.
The old childhood photos are still discarded on the ground. The two of you bask in the silence and love as he rubs on your tummy and kisses your earlobe every now and then.
Harry Styles is a very respected man of both authority and wealth. He doesn’t need a noble profession to feel proud but it turns out that he doesn’t need Pleasing either.
The relevancy he always looked for existed in your presence and the knowledge of becoming a father.
Harry Styles is a relevant man through his fatherhood and for him nothing else will matter.
You felt his chest vibrate as his chuckle echoed through the room. You laced your fingers through his and angled your head backwards.
“What are you laughing about?”
“I knocked you up.”
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rookie f1 racer satoru gojo decides the best way to kick off race weekend is going to a coffee shop
a/n: hi friends ! here is the first one shot for my f1 racer!gojo au :3 i am so beyond excited to start these, they won’t be a cohesive series & can be read alone! i will make an au masterlist though :] please enjoy and let me know what yall think !! if there’s any ideas or requests yall have for this series send them in !! reblogs very appreciated <3 ok that is all bye bye ! <3 also both gojo and reader are early 20s since i have him in his rookie season
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LIGHTS OUT & AWAY WE GO !
there’s not many people out during usual work hours, kids are in school, adults are at work, and the world is a little quieter. it’s something satoru had grown to love. between all the cameras reporters, he just wanted some peace, and no one knew peace quite like coffee shops.
satoru sauntered into the building, it was unassuming enough, a few people scattered throughout the establishment, all too engrossed in their own work to look up. he doubted he’d get recognized by anyone in here.
he orders and gets his drink and pastry fairly quickly, sitting by the window and watching the world pass by him. life seemed to move in slow motion, the leisurely paces of someone walking their dog making him relax a bit.
“hey! is it cool if i use this outlet?” the voice makes him jump a bit, turning around to face whoever it was speaking.
you smile softly at him, hoping he would be kind enough to just let you charge your laptop. you figured he’d be attractive, his hair’s an eye catching bright white color, contrasting to the black shirt and sunglasses he had on. you caught a glimpse of his blue eyes as he looks at you, nodding before clearing his throat.
“yeah go ahead,” he returns the smile, motioning for you to plug in your charger.
“I’ll just leave it here to charge, i don’t wanna bother” you state, quickly plugging in your laptop before moving to walk away.
“you can sit if you wanna, it’s no problem” he rushes out quickly, hoping it was enough to make you stay. his breath caught in his throat as you turned to look at him.
“are you sure?” he nods quickly, “yeah no worries! I’m not doing much of anything right now,” he grins, regaining his composure and taking a sip of his drink.
it’s quiet between the two of you before you speak up, “you like Mercedes?” satoru feels his blood go cold, looking at you with a confused expression. you gesture to his shirt, “you’ve got their merch on” you laugh.
“oh! yeah they’re pretty cool,” he nods, watching as you smile and nod, focusing on your screen again.
“i didn’t know they had merch like that,” you admit, “maybe it’s just ‘cause im not super into cars.” satoru feels relief wash over him, his shoulders subtly relaxing before he’s looking at you again.
“it’s their f1 team merch” he says, “i work for them, actually.” his hearts beating a bit faster as you make eye contact with him, looking up from your laptop.
“oh? that’s so cool! you’re a mechanic or-?” your head cocks a bit to the side, smiling when the man across from you breaks into a wide grin.
satoru debates going along with your idea, but he can’t bring himself to lie to you, not when you’re eyes are shining at him.
“i actually race for them, im a driver” he corrects you gently, your eyes widen a bit and you cover your mouth as it opens.
“oh my god I’m so sorry! i don’t know a thing about formula one” you laugh nervously, “i knew there was something going on with all the extra fuss in the city but i had no idea what.”
he smiles at you and waves off your apology, “don’t worry! it was nice having someone to talk to that’s not yelling at me to sign something” he cringes a bit at the way the words rolled off his tongue, but you still smile at him, going back to working on whatever was it was you were doing on your laptop.
“one of my friends is actually getting into f1 i think, is there someone named,” you trail off as you think of the other mans name, “i think it’s Charlie? charles? one of those two” you laugh nervously, satoru’s ears perk up at the name.
“charles leclerc?” He asks, your eyes light up, “yeah that one! he’s a racer right?” satoru nods at you.
“yeah he races for ferrari,” you nod along to his words, realizing you hadn’t caught his name yet.
“what was your name, just so i know who to root for when people ask my favorite driver” you grin, a twinkle in your eye that makes his stomach flip.
“I’m satoru, satoru gojo” he reaches his hand across the table for you to shake, you can’t stop the soft chuckle that leaves your lips as your hands connect, a firm shake against his much larger, warmer and calloused hands.
a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as satoru finishes his drink off and you continue to focus on your laptop. satoru can’t help but continue to look your way, thinking you were absolutely breathtaking.
you on the other hand, had your heart beating against your rib cage as you pulled up your messaging app on your laptop and quickly texted your best friend.
I HAD TO PLUG IN MY CHARGER BUT THE ONLY OUTLET WAS NEXT TO THIS SUPER HOT GUY AND I ENDED UP SITTING IN THE BOOTH W HIM AND WERE TALKING AND HES AN F1 DRIVER ???? DID I MENTION HES HOT AS FUCK??
you wait a couple minutes, your friend has yet to reply as your leg bounced under the table.
“what are you working on? if i may ask” the question makes you immediately close your messages and go back to your google document, looking blankly at the paper in front of you.
“it’s some busy work for a class im in, required by the university” you shrug, “was getting through it pretty quickly until my laptop died on me” the snowy haired man smiled at you, laughing softly as he pulls his phone out.
satoru scrolls aimlessly on his socials, nothing seemed as interesting as you did, sitting practically across from him engrossed in your work. the two of you made easy conversation for the next hour or so, not realizing how much time had passed since youd sat down.
you’d tried to get up and leave after you turned in your assignment and laptop was charged, giving him privacy you imagined he yearned for. but satoru was quick to tell you to stay, “you don’t have to go! it’s nice talking to you” he says, “like a breath of fresh air.”
and so you sit back down, the two of you falling into place as if you were old friends, people who’d known each other in years past and were catching up. you didn’t ask about his job or his career, asking about him and what his favorite color was, his favorite season and if he actually liked his coffee as sweet as it has smelled.
you kept reminding yourself this was gonna be a one off thing, he’d leave and you’d part ways, never talking again as you inevitably turned on an f1 race, seeing the pretty man on your tv screen and imagining what could’ve been if you were a bit braver.
it had been nearly three hours since you’d sat at his booth when his phone starts buzzing, quickly answering the call from his manager. his small smile turns to a faint pout as they tell him to head to the paddock for free practice in a couple hours, sighing and telling them he’d be on his way shortly.
you feel disappointed as you hear the words, not wanting the bubble you were in to burst, wanting to stay seated across from the attractive man for as long as you could.
“I’m gonna head out, have to go work” he jokes, his smile widens when you laugh, “i hope you pass your exam thursday,” he’s doing everything in his power to linger around, trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you.
you laugh softly and nod your head, “it’s open note so hopefully it’s not too bad, but good luck at your race! I’m sure you’ll do great.”
satoru’s bright blue eyes light up at your words, you could almost see the lightbulb forming atop his head, making you furrow your brows slightly in confusion.
“why don’t you come? to the race this weekend? are you busy?” the words tumble out his mouth in an unorganized jumble of excitement, he’s beaming at you with his bangs in his eyes, sunglasses barely balancing on the tip of his nose.
“oh i couldn’t, those tickets must be so expensive and i don’t wanna bother-” satoru is cutting you off with furrowed brows and a bewildered expression his face.
“you think I’d make you pay? don’t be silly,” he grins, “I’ll get you some good seats and maybe we can meet up after the race?” he can hear his heart beating in his ears. was he being insane? a little bit. did he care? not at all.
you bite your lip for a second, it’s not like you had an insane amount of work, plus the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on was asking you out to some crazy sporting event you’d only heard of in passing.
“okay yeah, i think i could squeeze it in my schedule” you grin, watching as the man across from you smile at you. he’s quick to ask for your information, immediately sending it off to whoever it was needed it and was informing you of all you needed to know.
“I told them to give you an extra ticket so you can bring a friend so you’re not too lonely waiting for me” the words make your face and ears heat up, trying to remain composed in front of him.
“well i guess I’ll see you sunday then?” the words make your stomach flip, wondering how he’d look like with his gear on.
“see you sunday” he smiles at you, waving goodbye as his phone buzzes for a second time, hurrying out of the coffee shop with his whole body buzzing from excitement.
you don’t fully process the entire interaction until you’re sitting in your apartment, phone lighting up from a new email.
Mercedes F1 team PR
Good afternoon! We are elated to send you two tickets to invite you to this weekends Grand Prix race! Below you will find all the information…
you open it quickly, reading the entire thing twice before you’re rolling onto your back and giggling uncontrollably, giddy beyond belief to see satoru again. your fingers itch to look him up, deciding against it and locking your phone as you try to continue on with your day.
sunday arrives quicker than you thought it would, your friend following you into the circuit as you try to figure out where to go next, looking around helplessly as you look down at your phone and at the map provided.
“are we supposed to go down there?” your friend points, both of you staring at each other blankly. the two of you wait for a second before looking around once more, taking a leap of faith and walking with confidence where you think you had to be.
your friend is much braver than you are, flagging down someone in a staff shirt and showing them the ticket, they’re quick to lead the two of you in the opposite direction, making you and your friend hold back laughter until you’re finally seated.
satoru was anxiously looking around, he wasn’t exactly sure where they had seated you, but he’d requested you be close to the garage, wanting to say hello before the race.
“you’re a lot more antsy than usual” the deep voice makes him look away from his phone. nanami kento, right hand man to Toto Wolff and next in line to take over the team principal position.
“I’ve got an important guest I’ve gotta impress” satoru replies quickly, putting his phone away and walking towards kento, “I’m gonna rack in some points today” he winks, making the blonde roll his eyes.
soon enough satoru is seated in the car and on the grid, mind completely focused on the race ahead, taking deep breaths as the red lights appear.
you couldn’t help but watch some race clips last night, figuring you should know some basics and not show up completely clueless. the videos, however, didn’t prepare you for how fast the cars truly were, engines sending vibrations to your chest and stands shaking as they raced by.
“and gojo overtakes hamilton! the rookie had a terrible qualifying yesterday, but seems as though he’s back in the game today” the announcers words blare through the speakers, chest blooming with pride as they talked up satoru.
you’re focused on the primarily black car, watching as he zooms past the stands at unbelievable speeds. your heart racing as he passes other drivers, cheering when he successfully overtook them.
satoru continues to climb up the ranks, cinching a position on podium; second place, sandwiched between verstappen and leclerc. he’s hopping out of the car and celebrating with his team, squeezing kento a bit tighter than the rest. his blue eyes are focused on the crowd as he waits his turn for the post race interview, trying to catch sight of you, mind racing as he wonders if you even came.
he smiles at charles as he passes him, walking up to the interviewer and answering the questions with generic answers ‘I’m beyond excited for the rest of the season’ and ‘I’m looking forward to the day i win my first Grand Prix’ along with thanking his support system and team before kindly thanking the interviewer and heading to the winners room before the podium ceremony.
satoru’s messy hair is covered by the Mercedes hat, taking it off and ruffling it a bit, sighing when he scans the crowd one last time and doesn’t make you out, turning around and closing the door behind him.
you only make it to the floor area moments after charles walks out, slightly out of breath as they call out satoru’s name.
the snowy haired racer is waving to the crowd, a semblance of a smile on his face as he stands on the podium, eyes still searching the crowd in one last feeble attempt to spot you.
satoru feels his heart skip a beat and face turn even redder as he locks eyes with you, a much more genuine smile on his face when he gives you a little wave.
you’re heart races as you make eye contact with the driver, adoring the way his cheeks flushed and skin looked honey like under the rays of the sunset. you smile and clap as he raises the trophy, pointing directly at the trophy then at you.
this one’s for you
maybe you’re a hopeless romantic, or maybe he’s just too hot and charming to not fall for, but you feel your heart giving in and walls crumbling as he shakes the large champagne bottle, dousing the other two until all three of them were dripping with champagne.
satoru finds you in the garage after 20 minutes, thanking his manager a hundred times over before walking up to you. his race suit only on from the waist down, black fireproof sticking to his body perfectly and snowy white hair tousled and wet from a mixture of champagne and sweat.
“you came” he says, making you nod and smile at him sweetly.
“why wouldn’t i? my favorite driver invited me” you reply.
satoru rolls his eyes and snickers, “im the only driver you know,” he watched you grin up at him sheepishly, “still you’re my favorite!”
“you did really good out there by the way” the words make him smile wider, biting his lip softly.
“yeah?” he asks, you nod your head, far too nervous to trust your voice as he looks at you, head too scrambled to figure out the emotion painted on his face as he looks at you. “good enough that you’d consider going on a date with me?”
it seems like it’s just the two of you in the busy garage as you smile up at him, tilting your head as you nod, “yeah I’d consider it.”
you think he looks almost angelic under the fluorescent lights in the garage, his white hair looks like a halo as you look up at him, pretty blue eyes a stark contrast against his fair skin and black uniform.
satoru thinks you look unbelievable, hair falling perfectly and voice sweet as honey as you talk to him, a saccharine smile on your lips just for him, the thought makes his knees buckle and brain stutter. he doesn’t care how whipped he looks as he takes you in, relishing in the moment before he speaks up.
“I’ll be off the clock next time,” he jokes, loving the way your giggles sounded. it feels like a relief off his shoulders, grinning widely as the two of you continued to talk.
“I’ve gotta get out of this uniform, but I’ll text you?” he looks down, biting his bottom lip as he fights a smile before looking back up at you, hoping you’d get the hint and give him your number.
you smile at him and tilt your head, “is that your way of asking for my number?” satoru blushes, smiling at you shyly and nodding his head, you can’t help but giggle as you grab a piece of paper and pen from the table besides you, scribbling your number and a smiley face. “here, don’t lose it.”
satoru grins, “i don’t lose.”
the sky is dark by the time you exit the garage, biting your lip and fighting back a smile as you meet up with your friend, finally heading home for the night. gushing about the interaction, reliving every moment and squealing at the memories.
when was the last time you’d felt this way? when was the last time you’d let your guard down so quickly for someone?
it was strange. the way your heart leapt when you saw him, the way your face flushed when he spoke to you and the way you felt so comfortable with him.
“maybe he’s your soulmate” you friend wiggled their brows at you, teasing you as you roll your eyes.
“or he’s putting up a front and he’s like every other guy” you shoot back, biting your lip. he felt, different. genuine.
“you don’t have to be so pessimistic! you never know he could be the man you spend your life with” they shrug their shoulders, smiling when you fall silent and hum.
you’re showered and in bed when your phone vibrates, a new text message from an unknown number.
satoru had spent an hour drafting the text, deleting it and typing it out again, removing and adding emojis until he forgot what he was even trying to say, starting over and groaning. when was the last time he was this nervous to text someone?
he can’t recall ever wanting to spend more time with someone the way he does with you. the though of love at first sight crosses his mind, making his face burn and dimples pop as he smiles.
hi it’s satoru ! thanks for coming to the race tonight , i hope i can see you again :)
his heart pounds against his chest as the three little dots appear on his screen, holding his breath when they disappear and reappear time and time again.
you continued to delete your text, trying to figure out how to word your text before finally biting the bullet and pressing send, heart racing as it says delivered, then read within the minute.
thanks for inviting me ! it was a lot of fun,, I’d love to see you again also :3
satoru squealed at the text, biting his lip before replying back, giggling at your every text and replying as fast as he could. the two of you texting back and forth until your eyes were too heavy to keep open, wishing him a goodnight. satoru was already pinching himself to stay awake, somewhat thankful you were also tired as he wished you goodnight, setting his phone down and falling asleep moment later, the faintest of smiles painted on his lips.
you grinned as you locked your phone, setting it down and biting your lip before squealing into your pillow. he wanted to see you again. you didn’t fight off the smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, slowly falling asleep, then all at once, dreams filled with blue eyes and white hair and expensive, fast cars.
there’s no better place to find a lover than at a coffee shop on race weekend.
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putellas14 · 9 months
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Mapi- "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."
content warning: R is a war time reporter assigned to Ukraine
It had been five months since you'd been home. Your job as a journalist for one of the largest news outlets in Spain had sent you to Ukraine to cover the war. The assignment wasn't officially over but they were pulling you out over growing safety concerns. Although you were desperately scared, you didn't want to go home yet. There was still so much news to cover and if you went home, then no one from Spain would be left there to report on what was happening.
They had arranged transport for you the day after notifying you. Which had left you very little time to finish documenting everything you needed for the story you were writing. You worked all night, meeting with different officials and witnesses. And by the morning, you felt mildly confident that you had enough information to write your next piece.
You knew it was nowhere near sufficient, though. All the Ukranian people would be left behind with no option to evacuate with you. And that was something that had begun causing you heartache as soon as you'd read the email you were going home.
The plane ride home was one of the longest flights you'd ever been on. Everyone was completely silent, lost in their own heads processing the last five months and trying to figure out what comes next. Processing how they would return to normal life.
Your team rode in a bus to the office. It was the middle of the work day but your boss had told you all to go home and get some rest.
Your heart started beating a little faster when you saw the familiar car in the lot. And the brunette leaning back against it, arms folded. You'd texted Maria this morning to let her know you'd made it on the plane and you'd see her at home after her training was over. Frowning, you looked down at yourself. Your clothes were wrinkled and hadn't been washed in a few days. You hair was an absolute mess. You smelled slightly from the flight.
But when she spotted you through the window of the bus and smiled brightly up at you, none of that mattered. You waited impatiently to get off the bus. Crossing to her quickly, you collapsed against her, your arms tight around her neck.
"Welcome home, my love," she whispered into your neck.
"I missed you," you said before kissing her. Leaning back, you ran a hand through her hair. "I like your hair."
"Let's get you home," she added. She kissed your cheek before bending down for your bag.
At home, you ate a snack, marveling at how amazing it tasted before passing out on the bed. In month two, your hotel had been bombed and since then, you'd been sleeping on a broken cot in a crowded basement with a bunch of other reporters, never sure when your next substantial meal would come.
It was dark outside when you awoke. Maria had laid a sweater at the foot of the bed for you. Smiling at it, you pulled it on, appreciating her thoughtfulness. It was something small but it meant a lot to you.
You found her in the living room, playing with one of the three cats the two of you had adopted last year. "He's gotten so big," you said after watching her from the doorway for a minute.
She looked up at you, smiling. "How was your sleep?" She held her hand out to you.
"Weird to sleep in a bed," you answered, crossing the room to take her hand and sit down on the floor. "It's going to take some getting used to." The black cat crawled up into your lap. "Hola, mi gordito," you whispered, giving him pets.
"They missed you. They'd wait at the front door after I came in, hoping you'd come in behind me."
"That's really sweet," you said. Leaning down, you kissed the top of the cat's head. You snuggled him close for a few minutes before he jumped out of her arms to curl at your feet.
Mapi watched the entire interaction with soft eyes. She'd missed you. Your presence. Your scent. Your loving nature. Even with all the cats, the house had seemed empty. Clearing her throat, she said, "I've got the potatoes boiling. Figured I'd make your favorites for dinner. Probably been a while since you've eaten any of them."
"Thank you, amor."
"I was thinking about getting a run in before we eat. Do you want to come?"
You felt awful but a run would help. You couldn't remember the last time you had been on a run for exercise. Your boss had essentially forbidden leaving for anything non-work related. "I might be a little slow to keep up with you," you admitted shyly.
"You set the pace, babe," she said, reaching over to take your hand. "I'll run with you."
You squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile, grateful to have someone next to you that was as sweet as Maria. And she was true to her word. During the run if her stride starting getting too long, she pulled herself back. She always let you lead.
And in the shower afterwards, she let you lead the slow dance to relearn each other's bodies.
You were quiet through dinner, Mapi knew it. But she filled the space. She let you be as quiet as you needed to be. She gave you everything that you needed that night. She held you on the couch afterwards, running her hands slowly through your hair. The tv was on low in the corner. She whispered sweet words in your ears and made sure you knew how missed you had been. Your emotions got the better of you at one point and tears had filled your eyes. You tried to hide them but she saw and gave you soft kisses in response.
Everything was fine until it was time for bed. Until you laid down in bed and she turned out the light. The dark. The dark was the worst time over there. During the day, you could see. More people were around. At night, it was dark. You were alone. Even in a roomful of people, you were alone.
You were shaking when she got into bed. "Babe." She touched your arm. "What's the matter?"
"I." You grabbed onto her hand. "Can you just hold me?" She laid down, putting her arm around your waist. "Tighter. I need to feel you here."
She pulled you closer to her, keeping a hard grip on you. "Go to sleep, baby. I won't leave you alone." She kissed the top of your head and snuggled into you. "I love you."
"Love you," you muttered into her, slowly relaxing into sleep.
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snoozepotato · 1 year
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We’ll Be Fine -1- (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original source material or any of its characters.
A/N: I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors I missed, characters may be a lil ooc because I just love big men being soft! Ghost brain rot since 2009🔥💀🔥 I AM SORRY!
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Congratulations, I have gifted you a younger brother for this story!
Category: slice of life, slow burn, mutual pining
Warnings: swearing, eye contact, mild shenanigans
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~Kiddos~
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Standing near the entrance to the facility you thoughtlessly bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet, an outlet for your slowly growing anxiety. ‘Technically’ you're a government employee, it’s complicated... Despite that being here leaves you feeling uneasy, most places like this still do.
 After an extended deployment overseas your brother had finally returned home, and you had promised to cook him dinner. So here you are, waiting for him to make an appearance in front of the military base he currently calls home. It's been a dreary day but the dense clouds are parting, making way for a steady building sunset. 
‘At least it’s not TOO cold,’ you suppose, allowing a false relief to wash over you. You were never very good at dressing for the weather, which comes with the ‘indoor person’ territory you radiated. What you lacked in physical prowess you made up for in technical abilities, at least that's what you tell yourself.
A brisk wind suddenly strikes your back, the thin sweatshirt just barely enough to stop nature's oncoming assault. Stuffing your hands into the front pocket, you fumble with your keys in an attempt to keep distracted.
‘Should have just waited in the car,’ brooding, you roll your eyes before catching sight of a group heading outside.
Curious eyes scanning the lot of them as they exit the building, spotting your brother's large figure somehow dwarfed by the hulking men beside him… Suddenly feeling very small.
Your eyes lock momentarily with a stranger's murky stare, deep brown orbs stricken gold by the fading rays of light. Dark grease paint smudging out the skin left exposed by his balaclava.
‘That's different,’ your thoughts halt, shoulders stiffening involuntarily realizing you're just staring at this man who you don't know. Quickly averting your gaze, attention shifting to greet your brothers steadily approaching figure.
Large hands grasped your forearms before pulling you into a crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around him stiffly, you let out a breathy laugh.
“This is my older sister, and I’m off to have a home-cooked meal,” he declares, snatching the keys from your hand and making a dash for the car. Abandoning you on the sidewalk.
“Debug,” you correct and turn to leave, attempting to place the now empty appendage back into your pocket but are stopped mid-motion.
 Another lad seems to materialize in front of you, your small hand now clasped in his much larger one. Looking up you take him in for a moment, gray eyes cast in the warm light of the evening sun. Brown hair cropped into a short Mohawk, and a handsome stubbled jaw.
“Hello, lass, call me Soap,” The Scotsman gushes, your hand still loosely resting in his grasp. He shoots you a wicked smile resonating with a boyish charm.
Stony facade you'd been maintaining cracking in the slightest, gaze softening before retracting your hand. You turn, giving them a curt wave, a gentle smile. Enough socializing for one day!
“Bye kiddos,” Words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth before promptly following after your brother, who is waving you down from the now-open driver's side window. Mentally cursing yourself for being such a colossal dork…
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“Kiddos,” Soap repeats blankly.
Having rushed off immediately after Soap's introduction, Ghost can’t help but wonder if they scared her… If he scared her.
They watch as she reaches for the passenger side door, car abruptly lurching backward leaving the handle just out of her reach. Very much unamused she is left standing there with a blank expression, arms slack.
Taunting laughter can be heard across the lot as the action is repeated twice more before she is finally allowed to enter the vehicle.
“Fuckin wanker,” Ghost irks scrutinizing the juvenile interaction.
“Feel kinda bad for her,” Soap chuckles
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joeburrhoe · 1 year
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Maybe Justin Herbert or Joe Burrow giving their new gf a key to their place? Hehe I’m excited to see your work!! <3
Mi casa es su casa - Joe Burrow
- w/c - 619
- warnings - cussing, a little bit steamy at the end
- I hope you enjoyed this joey b blurb anon!
Locking my car door, I walked up to Joe’s house and knocked on the door.
It only took Joe a few seconds to answer the door because he knew that I was coming.
“Babe. You know you don’t have to knock. You basically live here now.” He said as he moved to the side to let me in.
“I know, it’s just polite, that’s the way I was raised Joey B, to be a little southern belle.” I said as I gave a little curtsy.
While Joe went to the pantry to grab snacks for the TV marathon we were about to have, I made my way to the linen closet to grab my favorite blanket of his.
“Joeyyyy!” I yelled out when I couldn’t find the blanket.
“What?!”
“Where’s the blanket?”
He walked towards me with his arms full of snacks, “It’s on the couch already, and there’s a tea in the cup holder that I have way more of in the fridge that one of the guys made for you, a phone charger connected to the outlet- oh shit-, and a little present for you on the side table.”
Snacks fell out of his arms left and right as he was telling me what was already in the living room.
We both chucked the food onto the couch before giving each other a knowing look. Whoever gets to the remote first gets to pick whatever is watched.
“Don’t you dare Joseph Lee!” I yelled at him.
He sprinted towards me, and before I had any time to think he grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder and brought me to the couch.
“Joey what are you doing?” I was beyond confused. In the 5 months of dating, we would normally almost take each other out trying to get to the remote.
“Remember when I told you I got a present for yo- fuck me man this food is gonna be the death of me; if I sit on one more box I swear I’m going to cry. Anyway, I just wanted to give you something that I hope you’ll use for a really long time.”
He nodded for me to open the box, and when I did, a little piece of paper fell out of it that said ‘mi casa es su casa.’
“Joe wh-“
“Shh, just keep opening.”
Under a piece of cloth was a matte black house key with a heart engraved on the top.
“I wanted to get you something that made sure you knew that you were always welcome at my house. Now, if you don’t want to move in you don’t have to, but I mean if you want to you can because that would be totally nice and-“
I cut him off with a kiss.
“Oh, that’s nice too. I guess I was rambling, wasn’t I?” Joe continued.
“I’d love to move in with you if you’d have me Joe!”
Everything was starting now, we were both stable and we could maintain a healthy, long-term relationship. My visions were finally coming true, and everything I was scared of was washing away slowly.
He looked up at me with one of the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen on his face.
“I mean think about it, imagine coming home from your away games to see me..” I moved closer to him so that we were able to put our foreheads together. “With nothing but your jersey and your favorite lingerie set of mine.”
The quarterback’s eyes widened at my words as he pushed all of the snacks from earlier off of the couch and pulled me onto his lap.
Needless to say, there was no show watching tonight.
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seat-safety-switch · 8 months
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When I was still working in an office, one of my coworkers was enamoured with the sport of professional eating. He followed the trials and tribulations of all the greats. At lunch, he'd tell us about all the techniques for jamming a hot dog down your throat faster than any other sane human being ever would.
One glorious morning, the hot dog eating contest held try-outs in my town. My coworker went, and brought along his sister to watch. He washed out immediately, eating so few dogs as to finish in last place among the randoms collected at this outlet mall food court. His sister, however, went to nationals. And then internationals. She, in turn, got nuked in the lobby of a beautiful ancient hotel in New York by a lady from Vietnam who ate nearly ten more hotdogs in the same span of time.
All this is not to say: you should give up on your dreams. If my coworker had practiced more, honing his craft, instead of talking about it, I'm sure he could have finished second-last. Sometimes, though, it's easier to have enthusiasm for something rather than actually do it.
For instance, I could never drive a Formula One race car. There's many reasons why: my general physical shape, my ineptitude at picking a good racing line, and the fact that my braking technique can be summed up as "don't." I'll still watch some very rich dudes drive their rocket ships around the track, though, and even bother to remember some of their names, if I'm watching it at someone else's house and there are snacks.
If you'll excuse me, I'm off to stop talking about doing things and start doing doing things. That '53 Regent is not going to magically weld on its own rusty quarter panel, much less stick 35-inch mud terrains under its own lift kit, after all.
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Gojo Satoru: Blissful Satisfaction
Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader
Request from @megsssshie: Gojo coming from work angry and fucking his anger out of him with reader<3 This is such a random request but its what sounds like it'd be good.
Summary: A seething Satoru seeks his lovely wife out to aid his work-induced frustrations.
a/n: I meant to make this a short blurb, but ended up at around 2.6k woops :)
tags: Minors DNI! Explicit sex, minor Master/Slave situations, housewife reader, face f*cking, creamp*e, & more.
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To say that his day had been frustrating would be an understatement. 
Satoru was absolutely pissed.
Not only did the deal that his team had been working on for months had fallen through, but his boss had made the snide comment that his absolute menace of an equal would have done a better job. 
Fuck this job, and fuck all of them, Gojo thought.
He was fuming as he made his way into the parking garage, loosening his tie as he got into the driver’s seat. Feeling himself rage from within, he took a deep breath before deciding his next move. He could go to the gym to blow off some steam, but tonight he decided otherwise. Why bother with the gym?
Not when he had a tight little cunt to sink himself into at home. 
The thought stirred his cock awake; it was already straining against the soft material of his expensive dress pants. He quickly stepped on the gas pedal with a heavy foot, speeding out of the lot and onto the street. 
He was heading right home to you. 
Like any weekday evening, you were busy in the kitchen of your lavish condo. The stew you were cooking was almost done, so you set the stove on low and turned the rice cooker to warm as you began cleaning up what you could. 
The table was already set to prepare for your husband's arrival, so you made yourself busy by washing dishes until he walked in. 
Vrrr vrrr 
Your phone goes off on the counter, indicating a text from your husband. What you read next makes you stop in your tracks. 
Master bedroom. Sub position. Ten minutes. 
The text had you scrambling. Quickly, you turn off the stove and put the lid on dinner. It would have to wait until later… You undo your apron and make your way upstairs. Looking at the clock, you were swift in removing all your clothes- stripping down completely to the nude. Just as you sit on your knees in front of your large bed, you hear the garage door open and Gojo park his car. 
Palms up and chin high, you wait in anticipation for your husband to walk through the door. 
It wasn’t often that Gojo made these types of demands in the bedroom. Normally he enjoyed woo-ing his wife in his own flirtatious ways. Taking her shopping, or to a nice dinner, before taking her back home to absolutely ravish. But on days like today- well, Gojo needed some sort of outlet to release his frustrations, and he knew his cute little wife would be more than happy to help. 
Making his way inside, he discards his shoes and briefcase at the door. He smells dinner on the stove, stopping in the kitchen to ensure that everything is turned off. The last thing Gojo needed was his house burning down as he was fucking the shit out of his wife. Smiling at himself, he knew you were already one step ahead of him. He made his way up the steps, walking into the dimly lit master bedroom where you waited. 
What he saw made him stop in his tracks. 
You were certainly in the position he wanted you in, palms up- resting on your bent knees tucked under you. With your chin held high, you locked eyes with your husband.
“So obedient for your Master, huh baby?” He says with a smile.  
It was quiet, but you both could hear each other inhale a sharp intake of breath. 
“Welcome home, Sir.” you whisper, almost breathless. 
God, you were so fucking precious… Satoru would never get over seeing you nude. Of course, you knew each other’s bodies down to the freckle, but never does a day go by where you don’t turn Gojo into some sort of perverted monster. 
Your nipples were erect from the cool air of the bedroom, they pebbled against your skin and made his mouth water. He wanted to take you then and there, but he knew he had to pace himself at least a little bit if he wanted to last. 
“Hi Sweet Girl,” he greets you like a pet, reaching out to caress your hair with a soft smile and tired eyes. 
It had you squirm in anticipation, leaning into his loving touch… The nickname instantly had you wet, ready to take on whatever he dealt. 
You could tell he was frustrated by something outside of your relationship, Gojo rarely indulged in complete submission from you. However, you were more than eager to please and allowed him to use you in any way. 
He stands next to you, towering over your smaller frame. Lowering himself to peer into your eyes, he smirks at the way you let him force your chin even higher with two fingers. He knew that it was uncomfortable for you, but also knew that you are eager to please your Master in any way he saw fit. 
Leaning down, he plants a firm kiss on your forehead- making you feel warm with love and admiration. 
You peer up at him under your long eyelashes, silently waiting for him to make the next move or command.
“What’s our safeword baby?” He asks. 
“Purple, Sir.”
He cracks a wicked smile before confirming your answer, removing his touch completely and standing at his full height. 
“Good girl, now… Suck my cock.” 
Reaching out, you’re swift to undo his belt and free his shaft, leaving his pants around his thighs. He was already half-hard and it didn’t take but a few strokes of your soft hand to have him stand at full attention. 
God, he was fucking gorgeous. A pretty cock for a pretty man, when Gojo was at full standing his shaft was lengthy, measuring up to roughly 8 or 9 inches. His cock was slightly curved upwards, a perfect angle to slam into your spongiest spot. A couple veins danced with each other along the sides as they met a pretty flushed tip. A tip that currently pointed in your direction and leaked onto your hand as you pumped him slowly. 
You licked your lips eagerly before leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. 
“Ah- fuck,” mutters Gojo, throwing his head back in bliss. 
You hum around him as you begin bobbing your head up and down. Slowly, you take a few movements to get your throat used to his weight before you feel both of his hands in your hair, giving your head a firm tug to look up. 
As you do, what you see makes your pussy drip onto the bedroom floor.
Your husband's bright blue eyes- normally so clear and vivid, we’re as black as night. His pupils were blown wide as he smiled down at you with just a touch of malice. 
“I’m not going to be kind.” He says, voice low and gravelly- so different from his normal sweet-talk. 
It made your cunt quiver. 
Nodding, you understand what he’s getting at completely. You remove your hand from the part of his shaft that wasn’t in your mouth and put both palms against his lean thighs, bunching the fabric of his slacks in your fists as you prepare to hang on. 
Gripping your head, he pulls you off his cock and watches as you kneel in front of him with your mouth wide open and tongue hanging out. 
“Fuck baby- such a eager little slut, like a bitch in heat…” he could feel his cock twitch at the sight as he leans down and spits directly into your mouth. 
You swallow it eagerly, showing him your empty throat as if beckoning to place his shaft inside your mouth once more. 
He laughs at that, “how can I deny my pretty little wife?” 
His touch on your head gets mean as he shoves your face back into his crotch. Not waiting for you to prepare yourself, he feeds you his length until he’s hitting the bottom of your throat and your nose sits against his pelvis. 
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moans. “That’s it- such a good fucking girl.”
He begins to fuck your throat at an uncaring speed. You could barely breathe, but you do your best to accommodate your much frustrated husband. Your tongue hangs low, making sure to coat the underside of his shaft with every thrust he gives. 
You move to cup his balls with one hand as you support yourself with the other, lightly massaging and squeezing them as you feel them press against your chin with each movement. 
Satoru watches the tears smear mascara down your face, your saliva mixing with his precum and dripping off of your chin and onto the floor. Fuck, it was a mess but Gojo couldn’t help himself as he edged himself with your throat. 
He holds you down on his shaft, the soft white hairs at the base tickle your nose as you struggle to breathe through your blocked airway. Finally, he yanks your head off him, admiring the silvery strings of spit and cum connecting your face to his crotch. 
You look up at him through tears as the hand on the back of your head tilts your head up. The slender fingers of his free hand tilt your chin as he admires your abused face. 
“So good for me baby… but I’m far from done. Are you ready for my cock?” He teases with a smirk. 
His lewd words emit a soft whimper from your much sore throat; however you manage to answer his question. 
“Ye-yessir.” You tell him with a hoarse voice.
He answers with a cheshire grin, “you know just what I want to hear baby.” He coos at you, caressing your face with a soft hand as the other grips you by the throat. 
Satoru squeezes your neck, slightly obstructing your airway once more as he half drags, half walks you towards your shared bed. He practically throws you on top as he takes off what remained of his clothing. 
You look up at him, drunk on the sight of a naked Gojo. You beg him to touch you with your eyes, but you knew better than to ask anything of him once he got like this. 
He climbed onto the bed behind you, reaching for your hips and hoisting you onto your knees, positing you just how he liked. Your pussy was open for his hungry eyes, taking in each deliciously wet fold as he watched your hole twitch around nothing. Gojo admired the way your body begged for him- practically weeping as you dripped in anticipation for his cock. 
He had to hold himself back from tasting you- knowing that he’d make up for it later in the back of his mind. You were more than ready to take him, he knew just by the way your body reacted to his demanding actions. 
With your head down low on the comforter you couldn’t see what he was doing, just barely having the willpower to stay still and wait. Finally, you feel two cool hands on either side of your hips. With his thumbs digging into the fat of your behind, he parts your ass cheeks slightly so that he could admire your tight little holes. 
“Who do these belong to, baby?” He taunts.
You feel it then- the warm glob of spit that drips down your crack, it’s slippery substance coating your asshole before dripping down to your pussy. 
“Y-you sir,” you answer, the intensity of his words drawing goosebumps from your heated flesh.
He squeezes the fat of your ass in triumph. “That’s right, baby… I own you, my perfect little slut.” A hard slap comes down on your cheek, making you cry out and whimper at the heated pain behind his hand. 
You could feel him begin to prod at your entrance, the weeping tip of his shaft slowly pressing into you. You moan loudly- unable to form words as you feel your husband drive his cock straight into your cunt. 
Satoru hits home- no prep, not that you needed it- he drives himself into you all at once. He feels himself deep inside your womb, nestled to the brim as he absolutely loses his shit at the feeling of your heat wrapped tight around him. 
“Shit- you’re so fucking tight.” He groans. 
All his frustrations from earlier come soaring to the surface as he drags himself in and out of your pussy at a quick, brutal pace. Each thrust of his hips brought him deeper and deeper into your depths, pulling soft cries of pleasure from your chest as you moaned out for him. 
He could barely pace himself- losing his mind in you as he fucks you into oblivion. Gojo made a choice then- he would forget everything from work and lose himself in his love for you.
Stars danced across your vision, your eyes squeezed shut as you allowed Gojo to use you like his personal cocksleeve. Your hands gripped the sheets tight as you arched your back into him, quick to meet his rampant thrusts as you edge closer to your finish. 
“Oh god- Fuuuuuuuck!” You cry out when you feel him reach a slender finger in between your legs. You attempt to jerk away, but his grip on you has you trapped underneath him. He caged you in, humping your body like an animal in heat. 
Gojo circles your clit lightly, dancing with your teetering orgasm as he feels your cunt grip him tight. It makes him laugh, mind feral as he fucks you even harder. Each piston of his hips sent your ass bouncing against his front. 
He goads you further, “Such a good fucking girl.., my tight little slut, gonna finish on my cock sweetheart?” 
Your husband's teasing words bordered on mean, but you couldn’t help the way they snapped the tight coils in your stomach. You cum hard with a scream on your lips, tears falling from your eyes as you coat his shaft and balls in your release. 
He looks down and admires the view of your gushing cunt, releasing your swollen clit to focus on fucking you through your orgasm. 
“Satoru! I-it’s too much!” you cry, attempting to reach behind you and push his chest away. 
It falls on deaf ears as he slaps your hand away and fucks you right into another, making you silence your cries as you clamp down around him.
Gojo’s grunts filled the room as he neared his end. He watched the way you twitched in pleasure- it had him pounding into you from behind with reckless abandon. His balls felt tight as he slams home one, two- three more times before releasing himself inside of you. 
He shoves his cock as deep as he could- filling your womb with his hot seed as he holds your body down underneath him. 
“Ugh- fuck!” he groans, digging his fingers into your flesh, no doubt leaving marks that would last for days. 
Your vision goes white as you feel him fill you up, coating you with himself from the inside out. 
“Shhh…” he coos at you as he rocks his hips back and forth, fucking his cum deeper into your cunt. “That’s my sweet girl, taking all of me just like that. You did so well baby.” 
His encouraging words had both your heart and pussy fluttering as he slowly pulled out of your abused hole. 
“Sa-Satoru…” he listens close as your voice whispers his name.
Gojo turns to position you in his lap facing him, caressing your hair and gently kissing forehead. Unbothered with the fact that you leaked his own release onto his lap, he listened to your soft whimpers and quick heartbeat. In this moment, he knew that nothing mattered except you, and that all his frustrations from work had long been forgotten. 
Thank you so much for reading! All reblogs/notes/likes are appreciated. To make a request, please use the ask feature on this blog. <3
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legoflowrs · 8 months
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HEADCANNONS
c/w: drinking, drugs, addiction, abuse, slight nsfw
AGED UP TO 18 MY PEOPLE!!!!
A/N: ok so in the headcannons he’s with Stan cause Style is very dear to my heart but in the relationship headcannons he’s with reader xx
Kyle Broflovski
- Massive fucking NERD!! (pls i love nerds).
- Got straight A’s throughout high school.
- Was on the honour roll and was on student council.
- Firm believer in basketball Kyle supremacy.
- Came out as Demisexual and Bisexual (male leaning).
- Stopped being super strict on Kosher throughout high school but kept that a secret from Sheila.
- Never stopped being insecure about his nose. Literally at one point started saving for a nose job till Stan talked him out of it.
- Drinks almond milk.
- Thinks thrifting is gross cause he’s a germaphobe. Washes his hands like 50 times a day.
- When I hear the song Basic Instinct it reminds me of Kyle.
- The Smiths > The Cure.
- Style: Stan fell first, Kyle fell harder (bro i love these dweebs lol).
- Was legit so in denial about being in love with Stan for the longest time.
- His Dad pushed him to study law but he ended up studying psychology to become a child psychologist because he saw the effects of unchecked mental health in children while he grew up.
- Got really drunk once and Kenny pierced his septum. He has it flipped up most of the time.
- Hates glasses so wears contacts.
- Such a fkn mummas boy lol it honestly was a problem at one point.
- Didn’t do his own laundry till he moved out. Did not know how to put sheets on a bed 👍
- Such a good relationship with Ike, he would die for his little brother.
- Did someone say abandonment issues!!!! Could not keep a partner to save his life during high school.
- Smoked weed with Kenny twice and then freaked out after he greened out.
- Got addicted to nicotine during college and used it as an outlet because he put so much pressure on himself to be perfect. Spoke to his doctor and he’s trying to quit.
- Defs listens to Phoebe Bridgers because he has a strange relationship with his dad.
- His dad pushed him to be perfect all the time until Kyle had a massive breakdown in junior year that burnt him out for a long time.
- A family man!!! Wants kids pretty early on into his life.
- A god at poker.
- Hates taking photos of himself.
- Still pretty insecure about his hair but Kenny and Stan helped himself to accept it and even start taking good care of it.
- Really struggled with anger issues.
- Stopped speaking to Cartman completely.
- Forest green is his favourite colour.
- Writes poems and makes people cry with how nice his birthday card messages are.
- First out his friends to get a license. His parents paid for his car.
- Such a damn backseat driver.
- Didn’t really work until he moved out.
- I think he’d help Heidi out at the community gardens.
- After Heidi finally ended things with Cartman, her and Kyle became really close friends.
- Had a friendly academic rivalry with Wendy through high school.
- Him and Wendy study together in college often.
- Has a record player.
- Grew closer to Craig’s gang in senior year of high school. Goes record shopping with Tolkien.
- Very accident prone.
- Has diabetes.
- Loves picnics and simple activities like stargazing.
- Smells like pine needles and the ocean.
- Actually a fantastic swimmer.
- Did drama in sophomore year.
- A massive library in his house. Had to instil a book ban on himself because he was spending all his money on it.
- Really nice eyelashes.
- Comes home to celebrate Hanukkah with his family every year.
- Did long distance with Stan during college. They almost broke up a few times but pulled through.
- Enjoys taking pictures of nature.
- Takes Ike to the movies very often.
- Has the nicest knitted sweaters.
- His guilty pleasure is Taylor Swift.
- HE IS SO MIRRORBALL CODED.
- When he’s in a good mood he loves baking and often bakes for his friends.
- Kenny, Kyle and Stan do day trips together super often. In my world these three never grew apart they are inseparable 🤞🤞
Kyle in a relationship
- An absolute gentleman. Refuses to let you get out of his car without him opening the door for you. Holds doors and pulls out seats. Always gives you his jacket.
- Was very insecure about his sexual inexperience. But y’all guided each other through it. I think there’s something so sweet and special about that.
- Touch tank by quinnie is all I have to say 😼.
- Loves kissing your neck and ears. He kisses your knuckles as well it’s very tender.
- Combusts when he sees you getting along with his family. Especially his Mum and Ike.
- Let’s you touch his hair, it relaxes him a lot.
- Opens up to you about his struggle with his Dad and nicotine. You are his biggest supporter through it all.
- Even though he hates photos, he’ll have a polaroid of y’all in his phone and wallet. Plus a photo booth strip in his car.
- Y’all will bake at midnight together.
- You go on fancy dinner dates together and rate the restaurants in the car together.
- Avid Letterboxed users lol! Give each other show and movie recommendations all the time.
- Kyle always had trouble sleeping but there was something very comforting about your presence so he’ll spend a lot of time at your dorm.
- Writes poems for you.
- Brings you flowers every time the old bouquet dies (ugh what a man).
- BUYS YOU LEGO FLOWERS!!!
- His love languages are gift giving and quality time.
- Keeps a list of all the dates you’ve been on.
- Will take such good photos of you fr! Your biggest hype man.
- I think his short temper would be a problem for you guys but he loves you so much he works on it so hard.
- Your praise means the absolute world to him.
- You guys always go to carnival together and share a caramel apple, it’s like tradition now.
- Couples costume for halloween always.
- Asks for your Dads/Mums/Guardians blessing before he proposes to you.
- Loves the smell of your perfume/cologne. Like it’s seriously intoxicating.
- Proposes to you with his Grandmas ring.
a/n: guys i love kyle so much i’m gonna make his mood board now <3
also if any of these are ooc in ur opinion it’s just for funsies and my opinion hehe
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jae-bummer · 10 months
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My Idol 3: Part One
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My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.
My Idol 3: The Series
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You hadn’t been aware of the definition of “anticipatory anxiety” until about five minutes ago.
Four minutes ago, you were seen vomiting behind a My Idol hired vehicle by several fans and obnoxious paparazzi.
Two minutes ago, you were given a wet wipe and a peppermint from one of the show’s producers.
And now, you were standing in a nearly desolate parking area in front of a convenience store with moist palms and an awful taste in your mouth.
Living the dream, obviously.
Months ago (and what really felt like years), you had entered an audition video into the My Idol contestant search. Coerced by a shot or four of soju, and your best friend egging you on, you had nervously hiccuped and giggled for the whole duration of the clip. To fans’ luck and your horror, that image of a drunken mess lit up Korean televisions around the country as you had been selected.
Let’s be clear, as media outlet’s liked to now report, you had never been selected for anything in the entirety of your life. Even when you almost received the perfect attendance award in primary school, you caught the stomach flu on the last day. You had been runner up for top student multiple times, wait-listed for every college you applied for, and your own grandmother even picked your cousin to inherit her best jewelry (there was a lot of it, and your cousin clearly had no intention of sharing).
The last time you had felt this alone was when you had gotten off the airplane to begin your new life. With a talent for language, you had accepted a job as a translator for a Korean talent agency in the country that had become your second home. You were used to working with new and shiny upcoming celebrities every day, but not dating them.
With wet palms, you slid your hands along your thighs for what had to have been the tenth time. You glanced to the camera crew behind you, and then back down to your shoes, double-checking for any possible vomit fragments. Closing your eyes, you tried to reflect on the permanence of the situation. In a few short minutes, you would be on your first date with an idol, someone that girls and boys lusted over and loved. You would be pushed into the public eye, no longer a “lucky fan” but a local celebrity.
This was what you signed up for, whether you wanted to admit it or not. You could blame yourself, your intolerance for alcohol, your impossibly low self-esteem garnered from growing up the odd one out. 
You were not ready, but you had to be.
Taking in a deep breath, you tried to keep your posture straight as a black SUV pulled in front of you. You had diligently watched the previous My Idol seasons and knew what this meant. While they weren't necessarily the blueprint of how you should expect your experience to play out, it was a bit of a comfort to have a rough outline.
The feeling of nausea began to rapidly sweep through your stomach again, but you knew you had nothing left to evacuate. You tried taking in slow, measured breaths as you waited for the door to open (which seemed to be stretching in to a small eternity.)
In what could have been five minutes or five seconds, you tried to tamper down the panic as the car was finally put into park. One of the back doors slowly began to creak open. Narrowing your eyes, you saw one Nike sneaker appear, then another. A pair of dark wash jeans followed, and then the man himself. Your first date.
"Min Yoongi?" you croaked.
Giving you a gummy smile, Yoongi shut the door carefully behind him before sauntering toward you. You blinked up at him in surprise. He had been on Season 2 of My Idol and you hadn't at all expected for him to end up with you.
"Nice to meet you," he said casually, sticking out a hand. You reached for it and did a light shake.
"You too," you said slowly, your mind trying to catch up to the current events. "I'm Y/N."
"Beautiful evening, isn't it?" he said, sighing as he looked up at the night sky.
"Yeah," you murmured. "Totally."
So maybe you didn't have a talent with languages after all.
Yoongi assessed you before letting out a chuckle. "Judging by your reaction, I'm guessing you're wondering how I ended up here."
"What gave me up?" you cringed.
"You're looking at me like I've sprouted a second head," he smiled.
"I didn't-" you stuttered. "I hadn't meant to-"
Pushing his hand through the air in a "stop" motion, he laughed again. "I'll let you in on a secret."
You swallowed. Hard.
Closing what was the few feet of space between you, he rested his palms lightly on your shoulders. Pulling your face close to his, you could feel his breath tickle your ear.
You knew that the men on this show were going to be intoxicating, but good god. Yoongi smelled earthy in the most appealing way, like the moment just before rain drops fell. Something spicy hung onto the edges of the rainstorm, finished off with an overall clean scent.
"I'm not your first date."
Spluttering as you took a step backwards, you looked at Yoongi in an even deeper state of confusion than you had been before.
He continued on. "Or the second date. No dates actually."
Your stomach dropped. Had you been excited for him to possibly be a contestant on this season? You weren't sure. You knew, logically, he had to be a pretty alright guy. His behavior last season though, had shook you up quite a bit.
"You're not?" you whispered.
"Nope," he sighed. "I'm not much of a masochist, contrary to popular belief."
"Then why..?" you left the question hanging in the air.
"I'm going to level with you," he nodded, crossing his arms. "This experience is going to destroy you."
You tilted your head back, alarmed at the direction this conversation was going.
"In Season 1, we all watched as one of my members got his storybook ending. He opened himself up to the world, up to another person, without fear of being rejected. He bared every piece of himself and none of us thought it would work for him, but he managed it. He managed to get the relationship he deserved at that time.
In Season 2, I thought it was my turn. I could be clever and cunning and ultimately fall in love. If it had worked for him, then surely it could work for me. I came in too cocky. I thought my name would speak for itself when really I was the only one who could define me. I learned a little too late that it wasn't the way to get what I wanted and I recognize that now.
This is not going to be easy. This is not going to be fun. You're going to have so many beautiful moments and memories, but you're doing it at the expense of someone else's emotions. Remember that."
You weren't sure, but you thought his words may have caused you to stop breathing. "Are you trying to talk me out of this?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Yoongi chuckled disingenuously. "I'm trying to open your eyes before you go on a date with another one of my members. If you hurt him, I will come up to this show and set everything on fire."
"Can he say that?" one of the camera men whispered.
"I don't know. I didn't even know he was showing up here," the other one hissed back.
You glanced back to them before directing your attention to Yoongi. A small ember of something lit in the hollow pit that was your torso. You were not going to go into this with a specific narrative enforced upon you. You were going to be so authentically yourself. You would have no regrets.
Or at least those were the affirmations you told yourself in the mirror while you were getting ready.
"I-"
"You don't have to explain yourself to me," Yoongi sighed. "I've said my peace."
"I'm not explaining myself to anyone," you said slowly, trying to find the right words. "But I would like to make one thing clear. I am not the person who came before me. I don't know if you've realized, but I thought you would after your experience. Someone else's emotions are not the only ones that are at stake here. Mine are as well and I will take care of myself."
Yoongi smirked. "I like you."
"Yeah, well," you grumbled, looking down to your shoes. "Let's hope that's the case with who I'm really here to see."
Yoongi gave a curt nod. "Take care of yourself, but also my little brother, okay?"
You gave a small nod in return before you watched him climb back into the SUV. You felt as if you had just spoken in front of an entire crowd of people, and you guessed you had in a weird way. Heat skittered across your chest and neck, and you clenched your fists in an attempt to ground yourself. The date hadn't even started yet and you were a certified mess.
As the SUV pulled out, you expected for another vehicle to quickly take it's place. Choosing to space out on the pavement in front of you, you jumped as you heard someone clear their throat.
Looking up, you locked eyes with who you assumed you were really here for.
Jeon Jungkook.
You had never seen someone so effortlessly attractive before. It was almost enough to take your breath away. Sporting ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt, his hands were deep in his pockets as he smiled shyly at you. His long hair was pulled up in a half ponytail, and he chewed nervously on his lip ring. "He can be pretty intense, but he means well."
You let out a choked laugh. "Pretty intense, huh?"
"Alright," Jungkook sighed, pulling his hands from his pockets, and striding toward you. "Mildly terrifying may be a better way to describe it."
"Are you scared of him?" you joked. "Blink twice if you need help."
"You can't help me," he smirked. "He would find me. And you. And then we'd both be in trouble."
"Obviously," you grinned. "I believe there were already threats of arson."
"Oh, don't mind that," he nodded. "That's just Yoongi."
"I'm Y/N, by the way," you chuckled, sticking out your hand to the man in front of you. He looked even better up close.
"I heard," he said, his smile growing wider. "Jungkook."
The shift in atmosphere was immediate. Only moments before you felt like you were going to shatter. You didn't realize how badly Yoongi had cracked your well built walls. As soon as Jungkook smiled up at you, it felt like you could stitch your resolve together again. He was soft edges where Yoongi had been rough. He was a balm where Yoongi had only caused a burn. This may turn out okay after all.
The silence stretched on a little too long as your thoughts ping-ponged through your head. You were only brought back to reality when you felt your date's hand squeeze lightly on your bicep. "Hey," he said quietly, his eyes bright with excitement. "Where'd you go?"
"I'm right here," you chuckled, trying to play off the deep dive into your thoughts.
"I do that too," he said knowingly. "Sometimes it's a lot to have to hang out inside your head and with other people at the same time."
You gave a small smile. He was incredibly sweet.
"Thanks," you breathed, shaking your mind of the cobwebs still lingering there.
Spinning to stand by your side, he placed his arm around your shoulders. Giving a gentle tap, he looked down at you and whispered "Is this okay?"
"Very," you nodded, although your body was reacting otherwise. Goosebumps lit your skin and you were overly aware of where his body touched yours.
"Good," he nodded. "Now, I bet you're wondering, Jungkook, what brings us to the famed 7-Eleven? Well, I'll tell you. I'm not sure how long you've been in the country, but convenience stores are the lifeblood of our generation."
You laughed. "You don't say!"
"I do!" he smiled. You could see his amusement as you humored him. "And this 7-Eleven is very special."
"Oooh," you hummed. "Tell me more!"
"Don't worry, I will," he nodded. You weren't sure if his grin could grown any wider. "This very unassuming convenience store was the birthplace of BTS."
You furrowed your brows before looking up at him. "I'm sorry. What?"
"Well," he hummed. "Maybe not the "birthplace." But we came here a lot as trainees."
He removed his arm from your shoulders and you were instantly met with it's loss. Just as you were beginning to mourn the lack of contact, he slid his fingers between yours. Tugging you forward, he continued.
"This place is only a few blocks from our first dorms," he said. "Before we all became what we are today."
"This is the best history lesson I think I've ever been given," you smirked. Jungkook responded by squeezing your hand. In the short time you had been together, you noticed he communicated quite often through physical affection.
"Why thank you!" he gasped. "I pride myself on entirely niche and useless knowledge."
The doors of the 7-Eleven slid open as you approached them. Pulling you inside, you were met with the trademark smells of roller food and other offerings. Jungkook was right. Convenience stores acted as life support for many Koreans and foreigners alike. Some of your fondest memories have been made in the plastic chairs of a corner store as you snacked on instant ramen and gimbap.
"This particular shop is sort of out of the way," Jungkook continued quietly. "I thought it could be a chill place for us to sit and talk. Plus I wanted to share a little piece of me. I know it's not really flashy or super exciting, but-"
"It's perfect," you breathed. Looking up to his furrowed brows, you wanted to cause that happy gleam in his eyes to reappear. "And very considerate. Thank you for planning our time well."
And just like that, a smile reappeared with the added benefit of a nose scrunch.
You were going to pass out if he kept that up.
"So what's your snack preference?" he asked, wandering through the aisles. "Shrimp chips? Choco pie? We can get really wild and split a-"
"Mission!"
Jungkook spun the both of you around so you could look toward the cameramen behind you. One of them was now holding out a dark red envelope, sealed with a golden, ornate seal. Before you could react, Jungkook snatched it from his hands and began to rip it open.
"Now," he grinned, looking up mischievously. "The real fun starts."
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To Be Continued.
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yanderenightmare · 1 year
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Bakugou Katsuki
TW: yandere, NSFW, noncon, toxic relationship, possessiveness, angst
WC: 3.5k
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NO ONE ELSE...
She’s not sure why she'd ever let it drag out for so long. 
In the beginning, it could be blamed on things outside their control. Where, between the tension that had always simmered within their strained dynamic as pretty girl and vile boy -plus the oncoming of puberty and its whirl of hormones- they were both left in a turmoil of strange pheromones making them panicked, embarrassed, confused, and most of all in dire need of an outlet for it all.
One of which they surprisingly found in each other.
They’d been but foolish teenagers at a silly house party at the time, their first-ever shots of alcohol buzzing through their system as they shared a kiss like none other. 
They’d stumbled up the stairs and gotten frisky in the bedroom while family pictures of their shared friend and his family witnessed them tearing at each other until the skin of childhood had shed and left them both as grown-ups. 
Waking up with a new special understanding of themselves and each other, one with a strange respect and newfound curiosity for the other’s body.
But why he hadn't grown bored of it since and why she'd never put her foot down and ended things was beyond her.
Katsuki had explained it once, one of those times he'd come stumbling into her apartment, drunk and in the midst of buckling up his pants while pawing at her. Kissing her sloppy, he’d mumbled out something along the lines of how no one else knows him like she does. 
And she supposed that had mainly been the reason; that they just knew each other too well and had known each other too long, to which point everyone else just seemed alien; that there was a sort of comfort -if one could call it that- in the familiarity of each other that just couldn't be replicated or replaced by anyone else. 
She’d been raised and groomed to sustain Katsuki and all his ugly tempers all her life. And -blinded by a sense of distorted credit she used to don herself- she couldn't quite imagine anyone being able to handle him but her. And -though she still can’t really put her finger on why- the thought had used to make her proud.
It had made her feel somewhat special...
And needed.
She thought it would go on forever then…
Not that she’d ever bothered to give it much thought. 
That is… until she had that very flirty encounter at the café where she worked. Where, in between being sweet-talked into a stuttering blushed mess and being asked out for coffee someplace where she wouldn't have to serve it herself, she’d come to question her current relationship and started doubting her true obligations toward Katsuki as a partner.
They didn’t go on dates. They didn’t live together. They didn’t text or call one another. They didn’t eat dinner or plan things or visit each other’s parents. 
She didn’t have anything in his apartment, nor him in hers. She’d never washed any of his clothes. She’d never worn any of his clothes. She’d never even driven his car. 
They’d never given each other presents. They didn’t tell people about their relationship. They didn’t talk about work, their day, or their feelings. Actually -having given it a long thought- they didn’t really talk at all. 
In fact, when it came down to it, the only thing she'd been able to think of that they'd ever done together… was sex.
Sex and nothing more…
She doesn’t know if things would have ever changed if he hadn’t asked her what the number scrawled in blue pen on her arm was...
But nevertheless, that’s when Katsuki started acting strange.
She'd never expected he’d get so upset by it, but she ended up apologizing that night while promising him that next time she wouldn’t be so silly, that next time she’d make it clear she already had a boyfriend.
She remembers thinking how the way he fucked her that night had been nothing short of desperate. Having given her nearly no room to breathe with how tightly he’d held her, his face nuzzling into her neck with lovebites, thrusting into her in such a way he was barely even pulling out, pounding her cervix more than her cunt to the point she’d feared it bruised, having had to pat his shoulder to tell him to calm down. 
He’d held her face then, and she’d realized that they hadn’t really had too much eye contact before. She remembers that even then, she couldn’t really decide if she liked it or not. Or rather... she’s sure she’d found it unpleasant, though just hadn’t had the guts to give the feeling any influence. 
She regrets it now that it’s too late. Maybe if she’d done or said something back then, she wouldn’t be in the situation she was trapped in now.
For lack of a better -more suitable- word, she’d have to say he’d become clingy if only it didn’t sound too sweet and childish for someone so much larger than her. But maybe she’d just feared calling it what it had been.
And what it had really been…
Was threatening.
Overbearing and possessive, and needlessly protective. He’d quickly become paranoid with jealousy. Portraying strange obsessive emotions she hadn't known he harbored for her at all until then.
She hadn’t really been able to put her finger on it at the time.
It started out small. Or, small in comparison to now. Small pleasantries he’d never bothered with before. Small niceties she’d never imagined the two of them would do together. 
Thinking back, the first deviation -aside from the triggering night he’d initially seen the phone number and felt the threat of her slipping from his grasp- was the time he’d come and visited her at work when out on patrol. And though he hadn’t really asked, she’d come to realize -rather hesitantly- that he’d come there to eat lunch together with her.
Maybe she’d been too swept up in the embarrassing buzz to notice, caught in the paparazzi of hushed whispers and judgy stares -all of them asking whom the Plain Jane thought she was, eating lunch with the up-and-coming pro-hero Dynamight- she hadn’t really the time nor mind to pay attention to him and all his newly awoken instincts regarding her.
It seemed fucking silly now… How she’d foolishly thought the bizarre lunch was an isolated incident of which wouldn’t ever happen again, only to find herself quickly schooled the next day and the day after that, coming to understand she was to expect it as a regular thing. And soon, it wasn’t even the strangest thing anymore.
Soon he was driving her home every day, coming inside, eating dinner, watching the news until late, and staying the night. Soon she found herself waking up in his apartment alone, coming downstairs to find he’d made her breakfast before leaving, combined with a little note telling her when he’d be back. Soon she wasn’t spending a single week or weekend without him. Soon she couldn’t find anything to wear that didn’t either remind her of him or smell like him or that downright didn’t belong to him completely.
And he’d started taking her places too -on dates- broadcasting their relationship to anyone with a cameraphone who could snap a picture and send it to every gossip magazine in Japan. He’d introduced her to his colleagues -whom she knew to be “friends” from some rather upsetting stories he’d told her when he was in a less and less rare mood for talking- and they’d seemed to know whom she was just as intimately, giving her the sneaking suspicion that Katsuki’d been running his mouth and saying private things he ought not to.
But that had all been child’s play.
It got out of control when he’d ordered a delivery truck to pack down all her things and move them all to his apartment before she got home from work. Sure, he’d introduced the idea of living together in passing, but she couldn’t remember ever committing to it or being at all close to an understanding of where and when.
Thinking about it now, that was probably her last chance of escaping before things got ugly.
But then, it was already too late. She was living with him suddenly. Sharing all his space while unable to shake that awfully crippling feeling of just being another medal or trophy up on the mantle. Just a decorative doll he’d locked behind glass.
She’d felt as though her head was in a cloud. And not in a nice way, but in the utmost hollow way. As though she’d put herself on auto-pilot and just gone with the stream like jellyfish.
And now…
Now he was down on one knee.
Asking -no demanding- that she give him everything. 
For life until due death.
Just the two of them. 
Together.
Forever.
She swallowed thickly, feeling her head prickle as though it had fallen asleep without taking her with it. 
Her lips dry, her eyes dry, feeling more sober than ever.
She took a breath and, on the next exhale, spoke.
“No.”
They both just stared at each other for a while as though neither could decide who was more shell-shocked and had the right reserved to remain still the longest. She left -deciding it was the person on the floor with the expensive ring weighing down his hand- and walked towards the mudroom.
“What are you doing?” He asked then, hesitantly at first. Shaken from his spot, he’d resumed his full height again, loudly stomping across the floor to reach her.
“I’m sorry- I- I can’t stay here- I need to go.” She rushed, head spinning, only able to understand how she wanted to put shoes on and leave. Maybe get a drink at a bar by herself and figure her shit out without being suffocated by him.
“Don’t do this.” He said then, sounding desperate and somewhat feeble if it weren’t for how he had her pushed against the wall in the same second.
She nearly decided against herself when seeing the look on his face. Warped into something truly fragile. Plead had his brows pinched together while his sharp red eyes -now doe-like- had glossed over and looked nothing short of hopeless and scared.
She’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart twist and ache and feel a little guilty.
But nevertheless.
“I can’t marry you, Katsuki….”
She couldn’t keep doing this.
“I’m sorry- I don’t love-” 
She didn’t get to finish. The word taken, stifled, strangled in a fist closing around her throat.
“You do love me.” He refuted quickly, as though terrified to have let her finish. “You’ve always loved me.” Trembling while he said it, as though trying to force himself into believing it too. 
Shaking her collar in unstable hands. Bearing down on her until she couldn’t be pushed flatter against the stone behind her, until his forehead rested against the wall and his lips brushed the shell of her ear in hot, heavy strained breaths. 
“You’re just confused.” He rasped, voice light and breathy and nearly amounting to a giggle -or a sob- she wasn’t sure which.
But she couldn’t care much when she couldn’t breathe. Head burning into a numb wet cotton that was no longer able to tell her to push him off and instead let her hands go limp against his chest, knees going weak beneath her. 
“Katsuki… Kat… su-”
She was convinced he’d kill her before the tiniest slither of air was allowed back in through her windpipe, gasping for it like a glutton until coughing it all up again when choking on her own desperate gulps. 
Her hands held her throat in an act of soothing it from the forming bruises and shielding it from further attack. But Katsuki was ahead of her and had his sights on attacking something else.
He took her by the hair and started pulling, dragging her from the door and further into the apartment.
“Stop- stop it- Katsuki-” She begged between hiccups and coughs, her hands clawing at his in an effort to free his grasp from her scalp. Her shins dragged to burns against the cold marble as her legs kicked in the struggle, hitting the floor in a series of sporadic thuds until he stopped. “Katsuki-”
He’d crossed the threshold of their bedroom and was now throwing her down on the mattress, pinning her in the same second with a hand gripping her jaw and eyes a searing cold that seemed to lash out at her like unstable fire, glaring at her with a look so blank and empty she felt it like the chill of death creep throughout her bones.
“If you want me to be nice, you should shut up.”
She knew she ought to listen, but still, one last prayer slipped off her tongue against her better judgment before she could think twice about it. “Katsuki, please don’t do this-”
“Don’t do what!?” He barked -spit flying and teeth bared just like a rabid rottweiler- louder than she’d ever witnessed, loud enough to make her wince. “Break your heart!?” His voice cracked on the cry, and he paused, giving another gruesome and gut-wrenching chuckle. Head ducking between her breasts with spikey hair nipping at her throat like a million needles. 
His hand tightened even more, clawing into her cheeks.
“I’m just making things even.”
She’d never realized just how hopeless she was if she’d ever needed to fend him off. But she’d never needed to before, never wanted to until now.
Now that he had her so helplessly beneath him, where the reality was slowly dawning on her and making her ever more hysteric, slowly settling upon her like dust after an explosion. The ensuing violation and her utter defeat in fighting it, her failure in doing much more than make it worse, where every time she landed anything that weakly resembled a slap or kick, he retaliated tenfold by crushing her in his strength.
Spreading her legs by positioning himself between them, he cared little for all her bleating where the former fight she’d tried to make match his diminished into desperate attempts to protect herself instead. She was sobbing now, gasping for breath with her chest rising and falling on beat with the deafening drums of her racing heart.
He tugged his tie loose and threw it off his head, wrapping her wrists in the loop and tightening it into restraints. Only now noticing just how brittle she was. So much smaller than him. So much so, he nearly abandoned his task of tying her hands to the bedpost in all. But -finding he might lose his cool and break her arm if she dared continue shoving at him- he pulled them over her head and fastened them anyway, if not for his than for her sake to avoid it.
And then she really was less than nothing beneath him. Just a defenseless pile of warm plush flesh soft against him and all his scarred muscles and callouses and years upon years of dedicated training.
She’d pulled her thighs shut, but it hardly mattered. His hands -buried in the fine plume of her cakey fat- had them both spread again with nearly no strength put into it at all. 
It was all right there -taken with no effort- only a cute pink cotton panty stopping him. 
His heart clenched at that, flickered and tugged with misery at the look of her crying into her own arm, trying to comfort herself while her chest heaved, already tired of screaming and bawling. Having resorted to soft sniffles and weak snivels while tiny quakes shook through her still, goosebumps adorning all her exposed flesh, which was every part of her sept for what her pretty silk dress kept hidden.
She was so beautiful…
Adorable. 
Precious and just…
Too good.
He knew that. He knew that she was too good for him and had always been too good for him -part of the reason why he used to act as though he hated her- when, in reality… he actually…
“I love you.” He cried. “I’ve always loved you….”
Hot tears splashed in big droplets, staining the silk with splotches that seeped into large flecks on her stomach. 
“I can’t live without you-” He continued, his hands shaking where he held her apart while his body sagged forward, bowing down, donning soft kisses to her neck and jaw, upon the tears staining her cheeks with streaks, whispering in a voice close to breaking. “I can’t- I won’t-” Choked and pitiful, raw from shouting only a moment earlier.
One of his hands detached from its bruising grip, whilst the other loosened and slid higher -pulling her dress up on its way- and started rubbing loving circles into her midriff. She heard his buckle go undone a second later and offered another whimpering sob, her own hands jostling in their bonds on beat with her shaky breaths while trying to angle her face further away with the aim of avoiding the attack of his wet teary kisses.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, but I can’t… I can’t let you go.”
She felt him press against her clothed cunt with the weight of his swollen thickness and let out another whimper. Nose stuffed full with the smell of his breath and the scent of his sweet nitro-like sweat and eyes full of unyielding tears. 
His hand reached for her panty, hooking the trail and pulling it to the side, making her sink her teeth into the plump of her lip to suppress yet another whimper while she cringed with uncomfort and the unanswered wishes for him to stop as he nibbled on the corner of her mouth with more teary proposals.
His fingers soon prodded her slit like they’d done nearly every day for years since they were but teens. Touching her with a perfected skill he’d learned would have her shiver with arousal. 
She yielded quickly, her sex turning puffy and wet sooner than she had the time to be embarrassed about it.
“No one knows you as well as I do. No one loves you as much as I do.” He chanted against her skin, entering her with both his longest digits, pumping them deep and scraping them in a cruel curl into that spot he knew had her toes doing the same. Smiling, once her hips made an involuntary jolt in response. “No one else but me.” 
He pulled his hands to himself once she’d left three of his digits warm and soaking with slick, lathering his own arousal with it before nudging his cockhead against her opening in a sticky kiss and breaching it.
She stiffened, and he groaned into her neck at the feel of her clamping down even tighter as he bottomed out into her already taunt choke.
“No one else would know how to love you.” He hissed, setting a sweet tempo, lips still close, grazing on the peachfuzz of her cheek, ghosting her skin with hot breaths and even hotter words.  “No one else would know the first thing to do with you once they had you.”
She shook her head, more so in askance of space than anything else. Needing air free of him. Needing to clear her head off the building warmth she felt spread from her core. Needing to shake the coil loose before it could knot itself further. But it seemed the more she tried fending it off, the faster it neared its end, like a spark aided by the wind in chasing the tail of a wic until exploding what dynamite found at its end.
She always shook so prettily when cumming -so preciously- when spilling over and moaning all flushed and cute for him with her hips riding it out against his until it left her panting, blushed, and adorned with a shiny sheen of dew, making her look golden in the glory of the after high.
He used to regard it as something sweet she’d give him, like a reward or devotion. 
Only now did he realize how utterly at his mercy she was -unable to keep even this from him- just completely laid bare to accept what he gave and give what he decided to take.
She was his, and not even she herself could deny it. 
She belonged to him.
She belonged to him. 
She belonged to him. 
“No one else.”
tip-jar: Kofi
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Steve stumbled through the front door, dragging his feet after his shift at Scoops Ahoy. It had been a Saturday afternoon and their outlet had been asked to host a birthday party in which him and Robin had dealt with indecisive screaming kids and their equally as annoying parents. He was absolutely beat.
Eddie glanced over from his place on the sofa with a smile.
"Hey baby!" He welcomed.
Steve smiled, shuffling over to him and bending down to give him a kiss.
Eddie observed Steve's tired expression, "Long day huh?"
Steve rubbed at his eyes before combing his fingers through his hair, letting out a long exhale. "Mhmm, going to go get undressed," he offered with a small smile, stepping towards the bedroom.
Eddie's hand caught Steve's hand before he was too far out of reach, pulling him back gently, "Come sit, I will help you get out of it later," he chimed playfully. He could never get enough of the sight of Steve in that cute little sailors uniform.
Steve shot him a knowing smirk and flopped onto the sofa beside Eddie, tucking his legs up and curling into Eddie's side.
He sat and toyed with the rings on Eddie's fingers, twirling them around and running his fingers over the different designs, tracing over the skull on his ring finger.
He looked up at Eddie through his long lashes, "How am I supposed to propose to you when you're already wearing a ring," he giggled jokingly, but he had half been thinking about it when he'd found himself stopping by the jeweler's every other day after his shift to look in their cabinets at the engagement rings...wondering.
Eddie let his jaw drop dramatically, pressing his palm to his chest giving his best attempt at looking offended.
"This would make a perfect wedding band!" He stated defensively through a chuckle.
Steve rolls his eyes and laughs, shaking his head at this.
"It's supposed to be special!" He retorts back playfully.
Eddie looks at Steve with a soft look in his eyes.
"Ah! See the thing is, this ring right here," he began he slid off the ring from that particular finger showing it to Steve "This ring is very, very special to me. It was the first one I ever bought. I think I mowed 150 lawns and washed twice as many cars the Summer I bought this bad boy and I'd gone into the store every afternoon to make sure it was still there, until the day I walked in and slammed my money on the counter and bought it right there and then. I always kind of felt like it was meant to be mine, y'know, it just felt like ME"
Steve only smiled, he loved the way Eddie was always so passionate when he spoke, the way his eyes would light up and he would accentuate every word with such expression.
Eddie shifted a little, now facing Steve, his eyes mellowed and warm like dark honey, they always had a way of captivating him.
"Kind of like you, Stevie," his voice now velvety and smooth, "Kind of how you're so special to me and I always felt like you were meant to be mine..."
Steve blushed a shade as pink as the strawberry sauce that he poured on the sundaes at work and before he could even attempt to reply, Eddie had shifted from his place beside him on the sofa and had sunk on one knee infront of him on the sofa.
Steve's eyes widened, he tried to force out words but only stammered as Eddie shushed him and took Steve's left hand into his own, the chunky silver ring poised between his black nail polished fingers.
"Steve Harrington, will you be mine... forever?"
Steve swallowed back the lump in his throat and blinked past the tears that pricked in his eyes and threatened to roll down his cheeks, looking directly into Eddie's brown chocolatey hues, he didn't have to think about it even for a minute.
He found himself nodding before he could even utter the smallest squeak of a "Yes...yes..."
Eddie couldn't hold back the grin that spread across his face and the way those words made him feel like his chest might explode, but with a shaking hand, he slid his ring onto Steve's finger.
Steve beamed down at it with teary eyes, admiring the silver skull that fit loosely and how it was as every bit special to him as it was to Eddie.
Eddie stood up, as he held out a hand to Steve, who was still in a state of disbelief.
Steve took Eddie's hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from his place on the sofa as Eddie brought him level with his own eyes. He pressed his lips to Steve's, swaying in his space, before stepping back to look him over with a devilish grin.
He tugged at the front of Steve's shirt playfully.
"Now let's go get you out of this fucking uniform," he teased with a smirk, pulling Steve in the direction of the bedroom by the hand.
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*Update*
Matt was reinstated as a forklift driver this morning! yippee! This means there are options other than lifting letter trays at the post office.
There may be others with seniority, but at least he has a chance to drive a forklift instead of constant motion with his shoulders.
For those curious what we've bought to get back to some form of normalcy thus far.
We paid the balance due on our rent after we had to buy a dehumidifier. We paid my car loan. We paid the auto insurance. We paid Uhaul where the rest of our things are in storage. We paid six months of continued post office box usage.
I bought replacement items that were shorted out. Our electric skillet to make stir fry, chicken, fry burgers or sloppy joes, or even eggs and bacon. Replaced the moldy toaster.
I washed out my existing coffee pot with hot water, then ran vinegar water through it several times, then just water.
Instead of replacing Matt's computer monitor, I purchased an adapter to use a small flat screen tv we have. This seems a much cheaper method.
The sink upstairs is still apart, but still functions by using the handle to push against the inner parts to turn the water on, so I purchased a Brita pitcher to filter tap water. I understand the filters may be expensive, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. This has to be cheaper method to drinking water than bottled water or gallon water. Here's to hoping!
My favorite piece....a tower cooling fan.
It doesn't work like an air conditioner, but the temperature in the basement did lower by several degrees and I really like the air flow. It's like a cool summer breeze and extremely quiet, with a remote and timer, so we do not have to go to the fan to adjust any settings.
Matt wanted a fan that would really cool with a compressor, but that would be counterproductive. That type of fan would put water in the air, only for the dehumidifier to have to work extra to heat up the water droplets, doing nothing to cool down the room.
I'm still looking to replace Justice's beds, but will only purchase one this time. I'm looking for suggestions. It has to be extra large, and also I'm looking for something where the cover is washable and the inside is some form of micro foam, resistant to water and or mold.
Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
Every time I purchased something I felt as though I shouldn't but only use the money for bills, but realized this is exactly what the money is for, not just bills, but rebuilding our lives, one little piece at a time, many take for granted.
The only extravagance I purchased was replacing my sleep headphones. $20. Mine shorted out. A lot of items were affected by moisture in the air. Thankfully, our TV hasn't been affected so far. It's Matt's only outlet to decompress.
Matt has sleeping pills to deal with his PTSD and insomnia, but I've dealt with lack of sleep by listening to meditations, ocean sounds and Abide channel on YouTube, with stories about faith and God being there during the struggles.
Without distraction, my mind ruminates, as well as disturbed by Matt's snoring. I think my mental health is just as important as replacing "stuff". Just being transparent. I'm sure donors would like to know how their donations are helping us.
These are just the things we've needed to function as normal as possible in our difficult situation and without your generous donations, we wouldn't be in a better situation to move forward.
Thank you all so very much! You are always on our minds as we talk daily about how grateful and blessed we are to have such earth angels caring for our well being!
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A TALL TALE OF TWO TWIN SISTERS WITH A DREAM ★ ( tw, sasaeng related deaths. ) ──── TWIN STAR TALENT, or more commonly known as just TWINSTAR, was originally founded by two sisters for the purpose of elevating hidden talents to showcase to the world. after their tumultuous run in the entertainment industry, taking the world by storm in both acting and fashion, the sisters would found an agency in hopes of finding a specific kind of talent. those with dirtied hands and grit, those with the drive to prove themselves even if it stained their hands in the progress. they were looking for talent that represented the values they held at their cores, instilled into them by an unforgiving mother from a young age: WORK HARD NOW, WASH YOUR BLOODIED HANDS LATER.
taking off the ground in 2011, TWINSTAR officially opened its doors to curious eyes. news outlets were quick to descend on the then meager startup, projecting loses unlike any other. the sisters were too ambitious, even with their influence in the world. word of mouth would only get them so far. and yet, with unwavering belief in sticking to their core values, TWINSTAR would release their first few stars into the world within the next few years.
the first act that broke major commercial success for the growing agency was korean-american actress COURTNEY SOO, landing role in the blockbuster film THE WOLF OF WALL STREET alongside leonardo dicaprio in 2013. pushing both her name and the agency overseas from its base in seoul, the world tuned in to see COURTNEY grace the scene alongside the rest of the cast. and it only went uphill from there. soon nicknamed TWINSTAR’S SWEETHEART, her fame would only skyrocket from there.
after establishing their modeling and acting subsidiaries, in 2017 TWINSTAR announced plans to delve into the music industry at their annual end of year celebration. with notable names in the crowd, it wasn’t long until social media began speculating the direction the agency turned entertainment hub would follow. and after fast paced auditions and rigorous training, TWINSTAR introduced TEENSTAR to an highly anticipating audience early 2018.
TEENSTAR’s run was one met with high regard, debuting a four member girl group with a fun and refreshing edm and hip-hop sound. paired with the newest fashion and alluring personalities, TEENSTAR topped charts at home and overseas. rivaling groups like LOONA and IZ*ONE, and even sparking debate in comparison to NCT, TEENSTAR exceeded all expectations whether they were loved or hated.
but like all stars, they all burn out eventually. and in 2020, TEENSTAR’s explosive demise came in the horrible form of losing two of their members in a devastating car crash at the hands of a group of prominent sasaengs. after police investigation, it was found on one of the sasaeng’s account that they had been harboring immense rage towards TEENSTAR’s leader, HYEWON, who had been revealed to be dating a member of NCT by dispatch just a year prior. upon arrest, the group of three were searched and found to have been plotting to ‘get rid of them all’. LOUA and fellow member CHAERI were the only casualties in that crash, leaving the remaining members HYEWON and JANELLE and their manager scarred both mentally and physically. the incident sparked widespread international outrage, led by the company and the remaining two as they demanded the three be brought to justice. in the end, two were given life sentences and the last was given just 30 years.
after TEENSTAR’s end, TWINSTAR would put their idol related activities on hold. though rumors of them reopening the label with active trainees began to circulate just late 2023, bringing the company’s name back into the spotlight.
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★ ──── THE STAR STUDDED BEGINNINGS
⠀( 🜸 ) NAME : TWIN STAR TALENT
⠀( 🜸 ) WEBSITE : www.twinstartalent.com
⠀( 🜸 ) FOUNDED : MARCH 03 2011
⠀( 🜸 ) FOUNDERS : PARK HWAYEON & PARK HWAYOUNG
⠀( 🜸 ) CURRENT CEO : HWANG EUNBI
⠀( 🜸 ) TYPE : PUBLIC
⠀( 🜸 ) AREA SERVED : WORLDWIDE
⠀( 🜸 ) BASED IN : SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
★ ──── MOVIE STAR PLANET : FANTASIA
ONE HALF OF THE COMPANY’S BEGINNINGS, FANTASIA was established by PARK HWAYEON to bring in a new age of acting talent. notorious for its high quality auditions and harsh judges, nothing but stellar reviews have been left in the wake of each actor underneath the label. and with ushering in new faces comes the opportunity for diversifying the field, promising a wide range of talent across all genres. with newfound success, FANTASIA began pocketing connections with other companies like netflix and a24, aiming to spread their influence around the world. their most famous faces include COURTNEY SOO, SEO JANA, LEE DOHWA, and ALANI LOUISE DIOR.
⠀( 🜸 ) COURTNEY SOO : NPC, ACTRESS ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2012–2021 )
⠀( 🜸 ) SEO JANA : NPC, ACTRESS ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2012–2020 )
⠀( 🜸 ) ALANI LOUISE DIOR / LANI DIOR : NPC, ACTRESS ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2013–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) LEE DOHWA : NPC, ACTOR ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2014–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) KANG JOONWOO : NPC, ACTOR ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2016–2022 )
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★ ──── CATWALK ON THE MOON : HWAYOUNG MODEL MANAGEMENT
CURRENTLY NUMBER FOUR ON FORBES’ most influential model agencies list, HMM is considered one of the top options in south korea. founded by PARK HWAYOUNG and co-managed by her spouse KANG SUBIN, whose comments are always sought by fashion press. HMM has previously previously housed the likes of JEONG NARI, KIM YOONA, ELLE YOUNG, and CARMELITA SOE. the label also took part in an award-winning seven-part documentary series called FINDING STARDOM back in 2016 as a behind the scenes partnership with netflix. it was one of the most watched series of that year and received critical acclaim.
⠀( 🜸 ) JEONG NARI : NPC, MODEL ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2011–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) ELLE YOUNG : NPC, MODEL ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2011–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) CARMELITA SOE : NPC, MODEL ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2013–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) KIM YOONA : NPC, MODEL ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2014–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) AHN HOSEOK : NPC, MODEL ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2014–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) SEOK JUWON : NPC, MODEL ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2015–2019 )
⠀( 🜸 ) ANNE THOMASON : NPC, MODEL ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2016–PRESENT )
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★ ──── REACH FOR THE STARS : COSMIC INC.
ESTABLISHED IN 2017 ALONGSIDE THEIR NEW YEAR PLANS, COSMIC INC. was born with the purpose of making waves in the music industry with all their accumulated knowledge. the twins’ father being an acclaimed producer for many first generation artists like S.E.S., they already had one foot in the door. although they would only debut one group, TEENSTAR took the world by storm when they first broke into the scene in 2018. four girls, one sound, and one dream. and despite their two and a half year run, TEENSTAR’s legacy still lives on through their dedicated fans. the girls would set a major standards for music production and performance, leading their generation in synchronization and stage presence.
⠀( 🜸 ) TEENSTAR : NPC, GROUP ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2018–2020 )
⠀( 🜸 ) JEONG JISU : NPC, MODEL, TRAINEE ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2014–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) KIM CHAEBIN : TRAINEE ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2023–PRESENT )
⠀( 🜸 ) KANG MINHEE : TRAINEE ( YEARS ACTIVE : 2023–PRESENT )
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oh shit sorry rodimus 2 and/or 9 then?
"What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)"
You know I was thinking about this all day at work and I think he does put some effort in, and he's like, someone who has a basic level of care for his appearance, but. Hm. OK. You know those guys who like… they have never done more than wash their face with bar soap in their lives but somehow their skin always looks good. He's that fucking guy. And as is so common with IRL examples of That Fucking Guy, he has no idea what you're talking about. Rodimus is someone who just kind of looks effortlessly Good without even being super aware of it. If you ask, he'll SAY he thinks he looks good, but it's not even really on his mind, because he's never had to really try for it.
Therefore, his "grooming routine" as a mech is probably that he uses cheap nasty car soap and one type of brush on his finish that would make Sunstreaker scream to see and despite that, he looks like he took three hours to do a nice wax finish. Absolutely INFURIATING man.
"What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.)"
Rodimus would love his own birthday. Obviously. Rodimus wants a surprise party SO badly. But also he's deeply insecure so he goes snooping to find out/make sure one is being thrown beforehand. I like to think "birthdays" aren't even... they're not unheard of on Cybertron, but no where near as big a deal, and certainly one doesn't celebrate theirs every year. Except Rodimus wants to. He might not actually win on that front in the fact of everyone's disinterest in indulging him. But he WILL whine about it.
On the other side of things, I think he hates the canonical festival of lost lights, the celebration of/mourning for the dead. He's really more the type to avoid thinking about that at any cost, and a positive engagement with it probably upsets him more than even a negative one, because it removes the possibility of using anger as an outlet. So. He hides away for that one.
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Random ROTTMNT Bros Headcanons
First time posting in a looong time. Fk it I need a creative outlet.
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Huge sweet tooth. Fave thing is chocolate. I picture him always reaching for milk chocolate or a cookies and cream bar
Prefers crunchy snacks
A moka type of guy.
Needs to have something sweet after dinner or else he feels like the day isn't over
Loves Sanrio characters. Hello Kitty, My Melody and Cinnamonroll are his favorites
Cracks his knuckles and neck constantly. Sounds super loud and concerning ("dude you ok?" Is usually what he hears after)
Gives the tightest most secure hugs
Finds ASMR relaxing but dislikes slime videos
Drinks A LOT of water and is reminding his brothers (mostly Donnie and Mikey) to stay hydrated
LEO
Likes chewy candy and lollipops. Go-to candy is Starbursts
Iced caramel macchiato guy. Will try seasonal drinks as long as they're iced. Only has hot drinks at night, it's like his little ritual
Takes forever to get ready for the night. Has a 10 step skincare routine that he is very diligent about
Has very rough but pretty hands. No matter how much lotion he applies his skin remains a bit on the dry side
Has a beautiful voice when humming but when he actually tries to sing he screams. Not tone deaf, just has bad projection
Likes to build figurines and model cars
The walls on his room are completely covered by posters, drawings (by Mikey of course) and pictures. Not a lot of frames, prefers tape
Likes those reddit voiceover TikToks
Tosses around in his sleep a lot and often kicks his blankets off. Sleeps with his mouth open and wonders why his throat feels dry.
DONNIE
Likes sour candy and salty snacks. Go-to's are those Airheads rainbow strips and Sour cream and onion chips.
His usual coffee order is a cold brew. Likes clean and intense flavors and NEEEDS his caffeine. Very little to no sugar, might add milk if he's in a particularly good mood.
Picky eater except when he cooks for himself. Knows what he likes and doesn't trust anyone else to make food exactly how he wants it (maybe will let Mikey cook for him but will micromanage him. Mikey hates it but complies most of the time)
Cannot eat spicy things at all. Ever so often he tries to see if he likes it he never does
Chews a lot of gum
Won't drink water unless it's flavored somehow and ICE COLD. Otherwise he feels like he can taste it and gets grossed out.
His hands are very nimble but covered in small cuts. Bites his nails and picks at his skin when very stressed
Likes soggy fries
MIKEY
Loves gummy candy and chocolate with add ins. Never can decide on what snack to have so he must get a sweet, a salty and a chocolate one, eats a bit of everything.
Licks the powder off Takis and spits out the chip. Prefers popcorn to chips.
Dislikes coffee. Prefers to have soda, likes how the carbonation feels in his mouth. Never passes on a good milkshake
Always has paint under his nails and on his face, not because he doesn't wash but because he uses it constantly.
Most of the things he owns are covered in stickers
His phone screen is cracked but visible. Destroys headphones and has to replace them frequently
His room is the messiest but somehow never misplaces things. Has those "mom powers" where he finds lost things without even looking
Loves cooking, hates doing the dishes. When it's his turn to cook for the fam, always asks one of his brothers to "help" him but he only makes them clean after him. Usually it's Raph.
Snorts and wheezes when he laughs
Collects gachapon miniatures and pins
Fave art medium to use is spray and acrilic paint. Least favorite is colored pencils and watercolor
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I have so many more of these headcanons. In the last month Rise has been occupying the majority of my brain and I need other people to know about my hyperfixation.
Also if I made any spelling/grammar errors I appreciate corrections! English is not my first language and sometimes my brain glitches
Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want any more ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡
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