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harlowehearse · 5 months

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Candle Cove Head cannons

I have severe brain rot (also some of these might be from the archive account so apologies if you've seen them before). No rhyme or reason to this it's just a bunch of things that came to mind.

-It's a running gag that no one really knows what exactly Horace is? Whether he's really human or not? Even he doesn't seem to know and makes several conflicting statements about it.

-It's also a gag Horace just has no idea how old Janice is. He assumes she's like 3 or 4 or something and doesn't think she can read or anything.

-All of the puppets are made with 4 fingers aside from the abyssian ones who have all 5.

-Abyssians aren't born, they come from and are made from the sand at the bottom of the sea. They don't live forever, just much longer than a human. If they die of age they turn back into sand.

-Janice and Skin-taker sharing a birthday is partially true. Skin-taker does genuinely consider the date his birthday as well because it was the day Poppy killed him and he became what he is now, birthdays and date of deaths are practically the same thing to him.

-Janice and Skin-taker share quite a few other similarities like being the only left handed characters in the show, curiosity being a key character trait, their favorite color both being purple, and just a lot more sprinkled through out the show.

-Janice can be very blunt, is a terrible liar, and her curiosity can easily get the best of her so she'll just blurt out questions as soon as they come.

-Eye contact makes Janice quite uncomfortable (yet another reason why Skin-taker unnerves her so much cuz the guy just stares daggers into your soul).

-After getting really pissed at Horace Janice once threw a rock at and accidentally killed him. Skin-taker brought him back and he was honestly unphased but Janice is still a little messed up and feels guilt over it.

-Janice can get very frustrated or angry, mostly in cases of other characters being mean towards her or her friends (9/10 it's Horace she's mad at).

-Calvary is deaf in his left ear and the whole crew knows sign language. Nathan helped to teach Janice and in return she helped teach him some math stuff she learned from school.

-If she doesn't want to go somewhere, Ms. Laughingstock will just stop dead in her tracks. While not often she and Poppy do butt heads sometimes.

-Revolvers weren't used as weapons in the show until Milo was introduced in season 2.

-Milo was the one to teach Janice how to wield a cutlass ("begrudgingly," he will tell you). Up until that point she just used a slingshot she had from home and a throwing knife Percy taught her how to use.

-Skin-taker's lair resembles a relatively normal living space set up in the cave, and would actually be quite cozy had it not be all made from human remains.

-Skin-taker doesn't hate Poppy because he killed him, he's actually a bit grateful for that because he enjoys being dead, he hates him because Poppy 1) wasted the skin by just throwing it to sharks and 2) Skin-taker sees him as a hypocrite as he has committed crimes just as heinous as Skin-taker, but now goes around with the title "The Honorable Pirate" while sweeping his past under the rug. Plus the guy just gets on his nerves.

-Despite how aloof and cold he seems to regard him Horace is probably the only one (living) Skin-taker would consider a friend.

-Getting new skin isn't the only reason Skin-taker does things, he'll also just do things because he's curious as to the result or he thinks it'd be funny.

-Skin-taker actually really likes wordplay and funny sounding words. Sometimes he'll just say little rhymes and random words out loud to amuse himself. Of course he's also very cryptic sometimes to be purposefully ominous too.

-Though she never appears in person on the show or is mentioned by name, whenever the Red Mary is eluded to or something makes reference to her the music of the show stops, and if you listen closely, you can hear the crackling of a fire in the mix of the background TV static.

-Even though he can't physically smoke Skin-taker has a collection of wooden pipes.

-Sunny has a little cactus collection on the ship that Hans helped her get. Little reminder of home.

-The rubberfishes crew aren't really fond of Skin-taker (they're just as creeped out by him as The Laughingstock crew) but they're all very loyal to and kind of care about Horace so they stick it out for their captain.

-Lillian had light magic and like Horace was a sorcerer of sorts, Talapio was her familiar.

-The Tarantula crews sails were sewn using string Talapio gave them, and because of that you could see them faintly shimmering at night. Some referred to them as "the crew with stars in their sails" because of this.

-You could point at any color, any hue tone shade what have you, and Skin-taker could immediately tell you it's specific name. It's one of the few things about him that are the same from when he was Thade Soben.

-Lillian was genuinely a very goofy, emotional, and fun loving person but being a captain she tried keeping a very calm confident demeanor all the time which then lead her to also being secretly stressed out 24/7. Seeing Thades joy and curiosity for almost everything in Candle Cove helped bring out her sillier side again though.

-No one other than Poppy knows Percy's past on the Tarantula crew as the infamous Prowler Percy and whenever someone goes "Man that prowler percy was so cool I wonder what happened to him" Percy is just "Yeahh haha crazy- let's change the subject" just because he remembering those times hurts too much now and also the NPHC would pay soooooo much money to see Prowler dead.

-One time Poppy gambled Percy in a bet and lost and the crew then spent the whole episode getting into shenanigans trying to get him back.

-There was one episode where Janice and Horace got separated from their crew on a dangerous island and had to very begrudgingly work together to try and get back to them with Janice managing to snag his monocle and holding it hostage so he didn't try any funny business. Even though he did end up betraying her in the end by leaving her on the island (the Laughingstock crew did get her back still) during the episode they actually worked pretty well together and at one point found some common ground, and ever since Horace just seemed a little less hostile towards her, insulted her less, and even seemed to try and lightly deter Skin-taker from her once or twice.

-Susan Siren is actually a menace and does crash ships and kill sailors with her singing she's just loyal to Janice and The Laughingstock crew because Janice freed her from lullaby rock. Girls killed and will do so again.

-Green Gregory is the only other one is Candle Cove aside from Janice who isn't a puppet (in my version I like to think Susan and Nathan are also puppets). It's suggested but never confirmed whether or not he too was once a child who came to Candle Cove long ago.

-Green Gregory knew Skin-taker when he was Thade back when he was a pirate himself, and every once in a while after the taverns closed Skin-taker shows up to catch up with his old acquaintance. Even though he's clear in his distain for the skeleton's doing Gregory is never unwelcoming to him (listen even if they have no canon interactions you can't give me two characters presumably played by the same actor and expect me to NOT come up with a connection between them).

-Percy's paranoia and Calvary's superstition go hand in hand in literally the most chaotic and worst way. Sea dog is so tired of their shit.

-Milo is the only person to have ever tested Dr. Heartfelt's patience.

-The puppets can bleed. It's not a practical effect.

#candle cove #head cannons #im going nuts guys

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noxexistant · 11 months

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crutchie hcs for the masses ❤️❤️

( aka me. it’s me who is the masses )

i am also the masses <3 i will talk about crutchie at literally any opportunity, god bless

i’ve got my headcanons about his past and real name and stuff here in case you’re interested!! but here are some more random ones for u <3

crutchie has chronic pain associated with his disability, specifically the spasticity in his leg. it hurts bad sometimes, muscle spasms he can’t control or stop or even slow. cold weather and rain always make it worse, sometimes in winter it’s so bad he can’t get out of his bunk - he always moves to sleep indoors soon as the weather starts turning cold - but the other boys look after him as best they can. split money from their sales to keep him fed, defend him from any adult trying to poke their nose in, refuse to dip into crutchie’s own savings. crutchie hates to be a burden, but he reminds himself over and over that he’s not - he’s just loved.

he loves spicy food. he can take it, too. stuff that has some of the other newsies hacking and blowing their noses has him looking at them with sincere confusion - “‘s’good! wha’s the matter with all’a you?” he’s henry’s favourite person to introduce food to for that reason - crutchie’ll eat anything, but also sincerely appreciate it.

he’s very good at whistling, particularly imitating birdsong - he got a lot of practice in when he didn’t have anything to do but sit in the church and listen to the birds. finch got a little defensive the first time he found out that crutchie could do it too, but now they just compare and teach each other, particularly birds the other's never heard. they can communicate in whistles too.

he has very pretty handwriting. a loopy cursive script. again, he got a lot of practice in in the church, he liked to imitate the neat handwriting of the nuns who taught him how to write, and he takes great pride in the work he can do with his hands since he’s one leg down. his arms being strong and hands being dexterous enough to write prettily means a lot to him. (his letter from the refuge was the first time jack ever saw his handwriting look sloppy - cramped and jittery.)

his arms are very strong. he sweeps the room every time the lodging house has arm wrestling competitions. albert is desperate to beat him, but has never managed it. crutchie’s aim with a slingshot is also impeccable, and he can pull back far enough for near lethal force - god help any window he sets in his sights.

he prays frequently, for comfort and for habit. his rosary is incredibly important to him, though he’s had several over the years when they’ve broken or been taken. he keeps the remains of broken ones in a little box beside or beneath his bunk, all the cords and loose beads, though it upsets him when he adds a new broken rosary to the box and learns he’d lost beads from it so there’s no longer the correct amount. it doesn’t truly matter as soon as he’s got a new one - though he could easily do the Rosary without them, just from memory - which he gets from the nuns at the church where he was raised. they’re always glad he’s keeping God in his heart.

he has countless decidedly non-godly habits, though. he’s an instigator and thinks it’s hilarious to start fights amongst the newsies that he then dodges right out of to instead watch the mess as it unfolds. when taking breakfast in the mornings, more often than not he’ll tuck an extra doughnut or two in his pockets once he’s sure everyone else has been served. he curses like a sailor, words he’s picked up from all sorts of places. he gets occasionally bitterly jealous of those that have more than he’s got - particularly david and les with their parents, something entirely abstract to be jealous of because he doesn’t even really know what parents are supposed to be. he just…knows he wishes he had them, sometimes. but he reminds himself that his real life with jack and the others is better than any imaginary what-if life he could ever come up with. he loves jack more than he could ever love any imaginary vision of his parents, and he loves the rest of the newsies too. they’re his home, his family. which is why he takes such offense when anyone asks him if he’s got a family or folks, or a real name.

#answered #ilovenewsiessomuch99 #crutchie morris #my headcanons

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 12 days

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hi! i’m not sure if your still doing the ship asks but if ur not just ignore my yapping 😋

i’m a girl, my pronouns are she/her and i’m straight

so appearance wise, i’ve got blonde hair that goes a little past my shoulders. my hair curls naturally but when it gets wet it gets crazy. my skin is tan and i’ve got SO many freckles. on my face and going all up my arms and down to my hands. my eyes are a blue/gray (i can never really tell if it’s one or the other). i’m short 💀 like 5”3. i don’t have any super distinguishing features except a little beauty spot under my right eye, a little bit below my lashes.

i’m glad that you asked for people not to use those letter personality things because i have no idea what they are. in terms of personality, id say ima chill person. i definitely feel instead of think, i try to be nice to everyone but if you do something fucked up then i won’t be mean i just won’t talk to you. i LOVE a girls girl. im a morning person and i like to be outside. im smart. i like to read and learn and school come pretty easy to me. i like asking questions about others more than talking about myself. if i was a character, my friends say i would be a mix of rory gilmore, charlie dalton, and ferb (phineas and ferb).

hobbies: reading (philosophy and history books are my favorite), surfing, photography, collage, rock climbing, drawing during math class (fuck math. i hate math with a passion), beach

fun facts: i’m really good at poker, i scaled my first rock wall when i was six, i run cross country, its easy to make me laugh, my favorite artist is the beatles, my favorite song is either kiss her you fool, or brazil (declan mckenna)

idk what else to put, i appreciate you for this!! i love reading the ships you do for other anons i like peeking into these random people’s lives.

🩵thanks

Your Fandom Ship: Sokka (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Explanation: appearance wise I think that he loves the way that you look I mean from your blonde hair to your face that’s just failed the freckles which he makes a lot of jokes about but I just think he loves it. I just really think that he would like your features. He thinks your eyes are gorgeous and would definitely joke about you being super short. I think he would like poking your beauty mark if you didn’t find that too annoying. He really likes your relaxed personality and it kind of contrast to his in sense of him being a little bit more chaotic and cocky. I feel like he would balance him out and just kind of remind him that he needs to sit back and chill sometimes. he’s also kind of sexist in the beginning and I feel like you’re the kind of person that would also like Suki kind of change his mind and turn him around about how women aren’t really that way, but just being your bad ass women loving self so I just yeah, I feel like he would definitely you would definitely be good for him in that sense. He’s not great with school or learning in general so I think he would be able to help him a lot with that with your kind of academic personality. You’re in luck because I also believe that soccer hates math with a passion and you guys could shit talk for hours on end together and make fun of your math teacher. He would love going rockclimbing with you and surfing with you as well. I think that he’s not very used to the idea of surfing because of where he grew up and kind of icy waters and when you introduce him to him, I can totally see him as being a surfer dude. I think he wouldn’t like reading himself, but if you read him an interesting section of your books, he would be fascinated. Maybe ask you some questions. anyway, I think he’s really goofy and kind of silly more comedic personality would contrast really well with your more serious academic one and I definitely love this dynamic and ship this duo 🧡🧡

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar sokka #sokka x you #sokka #atla sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #sokka x reader

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themratts · 11 months

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Dear Red Biretta

Cardinal Copia x OC Slow Burn

Friends to Lovers

Chapter Two

Rating: G

Chapter Word Count: 1,991

Pairing: M/F

Chapter Summary: A few days have passed since their encounter in the hallway, and Copia can’t seem to stop thinking about it. When he happens to bump into Alena again, he decides to introduce himself properly.

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He was no stranger to ‘bad days.’

On the contrary , Cardinal Copia sometimes felt like the bad days occurred more commonly than the good ones. It was just his luck. It had been that way his entire life. Despite his efforts, something always seemed to go wrong at the WORST possible convenience. Every time. Like clockwork.

What had started off as a sluggish, tiresome morning had morphed quickly into a hectic mess. He had three separate meetings to attend all before noon, and on top of that, a monsterous amount of paperwork to catch up on after taking the last weekend out sick. Copia internally cursed himself, had he found a replacement for his last-quit assistant by now he would not have half these troubles. But alas.

It was a quarter past 12 when he found himself scurrying down those hallways. He nearly lost his hat three times and almost tripped four. Humiliating scene to watch, no doubt. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his chest was palpitating. If he was late again it’d be met with nothing less than an earful. Which was the last thing he needed right now.

But unfortunately for the Cardinal, it all came to a head when he finally did snag his shoes on that unforgiving carpet. Before he could even realize what was happening, he’d fallen, and fallen hard. Everything in his hands was scattered. His biretta knocked off. Face smooshed. But that wasn’t what got him. No…. What got him was the laughter. The giggling. The shoes that he watched trample all over his important paperwork he’d just spent hours making up. Not only was he going to have to turn up late, but turn up late like this? He’d never hear the end of it. He was upset. Hurt. Embarrassed. It all accumulated into a knot in the back of his throat. That must’ve been it, the very moment he started to cry.

There was just one thing Copia couldn’t understand about the situation. See, it hurt, but he'd expected to be laughed at if he wiped out in the middle of the hall. After all he was known amongst his peers for being somewhat pathetic. So he got that. It made sense.

What he couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around, however, was the additional pair of hands that began to help him collect his things. That someone had stopped to assist him in cleaning it up.

That was odd.

And all he could do was stare.

Sit there and stare like an idiot while this person tended to him. Gathered his papers. Helped him off the ground. She even asked him if he was alright, but in his bewilderment, the words seemed to get lost and all Copia could manage was a nod. But if these things weren’t benevolent enough as is, she had also snagged a tissue from her pocket and dried his tears.

That stuck with him the most.

‘Random acts of kindness’ or even ‘acts of kindness’ at all did not come too frequently to a man like Copia. He was a loner. A busy standoff. Deprived of interaction a lot of the time due to his awkward tendencies. His job was to do what he needed to do for the church, and that was about it. THAT must have been why this one particular moment of his already chaotic enough day weighed so heavy in his mind.

With a light grunt, he pushed open the heavy library doors. Two days ago, that’s when it had happened. And ever since then, he periodically thought back to it. Two questions in particular wouldn’t seem to leave him alone: who the hell was she? And why on Satan's damned earth would she wish to help him?

It was perplexing, to say the least. But unfortunately… or, maybe fortunately, for Copia, his schedule did not allow time for him to pace around and dwell over it. It was a single, miniscule event, and now it was in the past. In the present, he was entering the library to complete his task of printing some of the setlists for Papa the Second, who was preparing for a few upcoming shows. Copia was slightly peeved, he’d much rather tend to his own matters but it wasn’t like you could just say ‘no’ to Papa Emeritus.

He stood in the center of the library’s entry clearing. Everything looked just the same as it always did. Cardinal Copia could admit, he always was one to frequent this part of the building. Ever since he was young, the wide space and vast accumulation of books to explore always fascinated him. He liked to come here and read in his free time. Not that he had much free time any more, but, occasionally.

He glanced around, hands folded behind his back as his brain worked to remember where the printers were located. It had been awhile since he came here on duty, and not for his own pleasure purposes. It occurred to him then, perhaps he could ask someone where to find them. Just to save himself the foolish look of wandering around cluelessly. His gaze instinctively snapped toward the librarian’s desk, expecting to find the old woman seated in her usual position.

She was not.

Instead, a younger woman was in her place. She was leaning forward, taking the books out of the hands of a fellow library patron and scanning them. Copia squinted. Hm, must’ve been one of those volunteer library helpers. He began to approach hesitantly, he figured he could ask her anyway. It was only when he got a little closer did he notice something, and freeze.

The sister behind the counter looked oddly familiar. Very, oddly familiar. Like he had just seen her. Days ago. Her face was soft, almost oval shaped, cheekbones only lightly defined. She had pale skin that almost had a pinkish glow to it, her nose was slim, sloped, and rounded off just at the end. Thick, brown curly hair weaved and rolled out from underneath her nun’s veil and just down her shoulders. But the most identifiable feature, perhaps, was the faded diagonal scar that ran just down the middle of her left cheek. Good with remembering faces or not, that was unmistakable.

It was her.

The woman who assisted him in his mess, the other day. The woman who offered her hand and made sure he was okay. He’d found her. And here, of all places. By accident. Weird coincidence, wasn’t it? That he’d been coming to the library for this long and never once thought about her before. But he supposed, he never had a reason to until now, did he?

The person she was tending to took their things and began to walk off. Copia was next in line. He swallowed. Why was he so nervous , all the sudden? Afraid this would be awkward, no doubt. He must’ve looked like such a fool when he fell into his silence about it. But maybe now, this was a good thing. If he could talk to her now he could clarify. Apologize for the inconvenience and properly thank her. Yes, that’d be good. It would likely take it off his mind, too. Closure. Exactly what he needed.

He took a breath, and approached the desk.

The woman had paused to write something down, signifying a ‘one moment’ with her finger when she felt the presence of another person. Copia waited, fidgeting with his gloves. Until finally, she capped her pen and looked up.

“Hello there, how may I-” She paused, as soon as their eyes met. Eyebrows raised at what was very obviously the realization of who she was speaking with. Yeah.. she recognized him immediately. Copia swallowed. Then, a smile graced her expression, “Oh. Hello.” She repeated.

He cleared his throat, “Ehm… afternoon.”

“How may I help you?”

He hesitated, trying to get together the right wording. “Well, eh…I hope. I hope you are well. And I, um… I saw you over here. And I was hoping to, well… acquaint myself with you. Properly. After the other day..”

A light hearted chuckle fell from her and she leaned back, “-aw, heh. Yes.. we’ve met, haven’t we?”

He almost laughed too, “I suppose you could call it that.” And shook his head. Then, he extended a hand. “-Cardinal Copia. Sister…?”

“Alena.” She took his hand , giving it a firm shake before once again settling in her seat. “I've seen you around here before, haven’t I?”

“Possibly,” He shrugged. “I come here sometimes..”

“How lovely.”

“Yes.. ehm, well,” He cleared his throat again, adjusting the position of his feet, “I feel like I owe you an apology, Sister.”

“What? Oh, no,” She waved a hand, “Don’t even worry about it.”

“That was not one of my best moments. And I am sorry for.. The inconvenience. But I suppose, I should… thank you, as well, for, you know…”

Alena’s smile seemed to come back, “It’s no trouble, Cardinal. I hope you’re doing better now..?”

“Oh, yes! Of course. I just,” He clasped his hands together, “Wanted to let you know that I appreciate it. That is all.”

“It’s my pleasure. And, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Anche tu. Eh, you as well.”

“I like your little,” she made a motion towards her head, “hat thingy.”

“Oh, this?” He lifted it up and inspected it. When Alena nodded he chuckled and placed it back onto his head, “Heh, thank you. It came with the outfit.” To emphasize his point , he gripped each side of his mozzetta and gave it a yank. She chuckled again.

“You know, it’s not all too often I get to speak with any Cardinals. I’ve only met one in fact,” she mused, “You said you come around here sometimes?”

“Sometimes, si,” He nodded, going back to playing with his hands and fumbling his rings, “I tend to get busy with, eh, you know.. All my work things, other things, clergical.. All that, you know, I do not get to come down as often as I’d like but every now and again.”

“I see.” She met his gaze, there was a genuine warmth in her brown eyes, “So I will see you again, then? Possibly?”

He seemed to be caught by surprise. She… wanted to see him? He shrugged. “I suppose, possibly, yes.”

“Wonderful.” He noticed her glancing behind him, and with a quick glance himself he realized there was someone else waiting, “Is there anything else I can help you with, Cardinal?”

“-oh, ehm, no. No, that’s all. Eh.. grazie, sister.” He shuffled to the side.

“Have a nice day.”

“You too, you too.” And Copia walked away.

That was not nearly as bad as he was afraid it would be. She didn’t pick fun at him, she didn’t think he was a fool… but seemed the opposite. She was very kind. Granted, he should have reasonably expected that, but still. It’s not like Copia was the most confident man alive. He was never good at making friends, he never had been and doubted he ever would be. He pondered. Did this make them friends now? Probably not. After all, they’ve really only spoken once. But she mentioned she’d like to see him again. Maybe she wanted to be friends?

Bizarre.

Especially considering, Cardinal Copia really had no other friends. His ghouls, sure, and perhaps he’d consider himself somewhat buddies with Terzo Emeritus, who dropped in now and again usually to be a pest, but otherwise? No one. He didn’t really have time for it. Or a good reason to. He was used to being alone. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it has to stay that way.

He tried not to think too deeply into it. Instead, refocusing on his task at hand. A great disappointment flooded his senses as he realized: he forgot to ask her about the printers.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet—Everett Ross | Marvel Headcanon

Link to my Marvel masterlist

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affection and intimacy is something Everett likes to keep private. With this, don’t expect PDA—but Ev does show affection to you all the same. There’s random texts and calls through the day to see how you’re doing, he’ll have Uber eats delivered to your office or he packs it himself, and always greets you with a hug and kiss after coming home from work.

Of course when you two are at formal events and dinners, Everett introduces you with pride and love. He’s always telling people how amazing you are with any accomplishments you may have. It fills you with a warmth you’ve never felt with any of your past partners. And whenever you catch his eye across the room, there’s always a cheeky wink sent your way.

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

Ev is one of those best friends where he’s so busy it’s hard to get in touch with him but then hit you up at random times. He’s also the type of best friend who will make it unintentionally make it obvious when you’re talking about someone. One time he literally turned his whole body around after you said “don’t look behind you but ___ is—Ev!”

The friendship started because you two were either coworkers or you worked for another agency where you crossed paths. The vibes were great and you got on well when it came to business. Then it became more frequent you two were working together and the friendship sorta happened out of nowhere.

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

When it’s been a long day or weeks on end of work, the best thing for Everett is when he comes home to your open arms and snuggling against the warmth you provide. You’ll be laying on the couch reading and he’ll plop himself on top of you while nestling his head in the crook of your neck. Then Ev will let out a sigh when he feels your fingers shift through his silver hair.

Everett also loves to hold you. The most common position when you cuddles is your back to his chest as you two lay on your sides and his arm resting around your waist, with your hand on top of his.

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

Everett is a serious man who wants serious things and he’s serious about you. Settling down with you is something Ev envisioned once he realized he had feelings for you. Of course he’d hope you want the same. Moving in together was something that took place after roughly two (almost going on three) years of dating and by then you halfway already moved into his place because you’d leave stuff every time you came over. “Might as well start helping you pay rent.”

He’s a grown ass man of course he knows how to clean and cook for himself. After his divorce he had to manage on his own for the first time in awhile, but even before while married to his ex-wife Ev was very hands on and contributed. Often you would split it up where if you cooked one night then he’d clean and vice versa. Ev will even pack you lunch the night before with leftovers from dinner.

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

He’d want you to be the one to end things. It would break his heart but considering the type of jobs you do sometimes having a relationship can get tricky. Of course Everett was devoted and cared about you—it’s why he could never bring himself to do it unless it was obvious the strain was becoming too much. If it was his way, he’d let you be the one to cut the string and break his heart because he would never want to do it to you.

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

Commitment in terms of marriage would be something you both would have discussed early on in your relationship. Everett had been married before and it didn’t work out so the last thing he’d want is for it to be the same with you. A proposal (if that was something you wanted) would happen after you two had been together for a few years maybe even longer. You guys were very comfortable where you were and didn’t force the idea of marriage.

If you do get engaged, then Everett would probably want to do it quick—especially if you guys had been together for years. At that point you two probably just decided to run up to the court house and apply for a marriage license before getting one of your close friends to witness. But don’t get it twisted, every vow Everett hung onto because you are his absolute world and he would be the best husband to you until death do you part. “You know I love you, Y/n. Everyday I’m grateful you were brought into my life, and I will make sure you know until my last breath.”

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

He’s very gently with you. Everett can tell when you’re physically or emotionally exhausted and will do whatever you ask him to make it better, even if you want to simply be left alone for a few hours.

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

You’re the only person he likes to hug honestly, besides family members but even then he would only prefer your hugs. Hugs are common between you because Everett loves to embrace you whenever he comes home from work. They are quick but firm hugs although sometimes he’ll hold you for a few seconds if he’s in need of one.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Since you two were good friends prior to your relationship, Everett would probably say it around the five month mark. He knows how he feels about you and wants something serious. It wouldn’t take you by surprise when he says it, by then you could already feel the love from him in his actions to you. When he finally says it you smirk, catch his tie in your hands to bring him closer and say “Took you long enough, silver fox,” before kissing him passionately.

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

He doesn’t like to admit it but he does get jealous. Of course he trusts you there’s no doubt about that, and it fills him with pride when some random guy is trying to hit on you but you only got your eyes on Everett. The jealousy is never to the point where it becomes a problem because he’s a grown mature man and knows better than to make a scene, but you can often tell when his bottom lip pouts out. “Babe, were you jealous of Bucky just now?” “What? No—no-uh, *coughs*, maybe.”

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

Kisses with Everett can best be described as ones romance authors wish they could have in their novels—though more realistic because the first time you both kissed he hit your nose with his a little too hard and it made you yelp.

Forehead. Kisses. And hand ones too. The area right by your temple is his favorite place and will press his lips softly on his way out to work or greeting you. Then when he’s driving and you’re riding passenger Everett loves to take your hand and give it a kiss while keeping his eyes on the road. When it comes to being kissed, Everett loves when you take his face in your hands and kiss him right on the lips. It always brings a smile on his face, although he also likes when you kiss his jaw as you two cuddle on the couch.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Everett loves kids. He may not want to have them until his job was more stable so he could be around them more—but there’s no doubt he’d love to have kids with you. Whenever his coworkers talk about their children or bring them to team parties he’s always alert and involved when they come up to ask him questions. You know Everett would be an amazing father, so when the time came for if you both decide to have kids then you’d have nothing to worry about.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

Both of you are early birds—even when you both have a day off you’re both accustomed to waking up around 7 or 8 o’clock. Whoever gets up first is in charge of putting the kettle or coffee pot on. Most days you’re unable to sit down and cook a nice breakfast so the go to is always a fruit with some kind of granola bar. There’s always a kiss before you both take your leave and expect a cute note from Ev in your lunch box.

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

Everett is a busy man so on weekdays he’ll more than likely bring work home. You’ll find him in his office and sit yourself happily in the chair he’s reserved for you with a book in hand and cup of tea. After awhile when it’s nearing the late hours of the night you’ll have to drag him out so he can get some much needed sleep. “I just need to add one more thing to his—then I’ll be right up.”

Weekends are reserved for quality time. After working long hours during the week it is always planned for you two to do something nice and relaxing. You’ll catch a movie at the local theater, get takeout from your favorite restaurant and then cuddle up next to each other on the couch while watching reruns of a show you both like. And before you drift off Ev always leaves a kiss to your temple with the soft whisper of ‘I love you.’

#everett ross x reader #everett ross headcanon #everett ross imagine #everett ross #martin freeman #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers headcanon #everett ross x yn #black panther

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leonawriter · 1 year

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It all starts while Akira thinks Akechi is dead a second time, and he’s been in jail (again) and he’s got out (again) and life goes on, but as much as it’s one thing to believe someone’s not dead, it’s another to have to live without them with no proof that they’re absolutely, definitely, alive.

So. One day, either in the middle of who knows where hiding out, or in the ryokan, or in the middle of Tokyo but pretending he’s no one important, one day by chance Akechi has the radio tuned in to the Jazz station and a song comes on that makes him stop what he’s doing and listen.

It’s nothing groundbreaking. It’s not linked to any important memories or people. It just - with the music and the lyrics - makes him think of how things had been with Akira, and how things had ended.

Part of him wants to scoff at himself for getting sentimental for the past and relationships that surely hadn’t meant as much to the others as they had to him (no matter what had happened on that day in February, Akira surely had to have accepted that he’d die, and moved on by now, too)- Jazz was his first. He’s not going to give it up because it makes him think of Akira now.

So he keeps listening. And starts to hear other songs that all match up quite well, that make him think of better times, and others that make him wonder - in a useless way he derides himself for - if that was how Akira might have seen things, which is a pointless train of thought because if he needed to know that badly he could just ask Akira himself, but he’s not doing that because he’s not going back.

It goes on.

There are more songs, and Akechi starts wondering if the universe is doing this on purpose. He’d had a god controlling him (more or less) for two years. Fate controlling when he tuned in to the radio to hear these specific songs didn’t seem too out there.

It’s almost enough to make him sometimes want to turn back, regardless that he’s told himself he won’t. For various reasons. All very valid.

Besides! Akira has already gone back home by now.

Then he finally hears the radio host say And this latest song is a request from someone who says that it’s been far too long since he was able to hear it in person with the one who introduced him to Jazz in the first place, and we hope this helps-

They start to play No More What Ifs.

He’s a detective - or he was, and he wasn’t just solving fake mysteries and reverse engineering his own crimes - so he doesn’t jump to conclusions or make assumptions. He doesn’t. He waits, the knowledge pooling in his gut that Akira had been thinking of him and still thinks about him. Tells himself that’s enough and that it might not be anything else, that might’ve been the first time, and yet.

He keeps listening. And he spots the patterns, waits for the right times, hears the radio host again and again, and all of those songs that felt like they were describing everything he’d had with Akira... weren’t on accident. Because Akira had been phoning in and asking for them. He must have been listening to all sorts of artists and styles without Akechi to tell him to, and that makes him feel... he doesn’t know. Something big, probably.

He also learns that if he’d thought Akira was sentimental back in January, that’s nothing to the kinds of things he requests. That said, he’d also be lying if he said it did nothing for him to hear Akira ask them to play I Get Along Very Well Without You (Except Sometimes), making it clear that all you needed to do is replace spring with winter and those were Akira’s feelings.

It comes to a head one day and his resolve breaks. He phones in. Talks them into using what had somehow become Akira’s timeslot. At first it probably seems like a fluke. But then he does it again. And again. He likes to wonder what Akira’s reactions are, since he’s not telling the hosts his life story, unlike someone else he could name.

He thinks, at first, that he chooses the songs at random. Songs that he likes, rather than just ones that say what he’s feeling. But then he gets them to play I’ve Never Been In Love Before, and it isn’t a game anymore (except, it probably never was).

(I kinda don’t know what’d happen next to end the idea, but, the thought of Akira communicating “I think I was in love and I think I still am and even if I’m not letting go I’m also still grieving” via radio and Akechi just catching it like that stuck in my head. Possibly after hearing the song “Hurdy Gurdy Man” by Donovan for some reason.

The two songs I reference other than No More What Ifs are both by Chet Baker, and you should definitely look them up. Though, a big part of why this is a tumblr post rather than a full-fledged several thousand word long fic... is because I’d want a much vaster knowledge of jazz music to work with in order to do it justice with the song choices, and just doing random web searches for jazz songs doesn’t really help a great deal, haha.)

#persona 5 #p5r #goro akechi #akira kurusu #akeshu #shuake #leona fic #sort of

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rubiesintherough · 11 months

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random fact: Aedus’s tastes in music are about what you might expect, for the most part. He likes smooth jazz, especially on in the background while he’s working on paperwork or something. A friend of his introduced him to “Lo-fi jazz” videos, and they’ve quickly become a fave. Wasn’t as much of a fan of it back in the day, when it first started hitting mainstream, just because it was very different than what he was used to. And he regrets that. He really wishes he would’ve given it more of a chance and bought some of the recordings back in the day, gone to hear some of the musicians playing it live when he had the chance...

He also is a huge fan of both opera and classical music. His absolute favorite songs of all time, that he could listen to, and does listen to frequently, are: Air on a G String by Bach, The Swan by Saint-Saëns (his top fave, if he’s being honest), Think of me from Phantom of the Opera, O Mio Babbino Caro, and occassionally, depending on his mood, the Night Queen’s Aria. Don’t be surprised at all if you visit his home and he’s playing one of the above. Anything Debussy is also a safe bet (he’s a sucker for the classic, Clair De Lune).

He also loves 1940′s era music. There was just something so... unique about Big Band that he misses. And he actually owns some of the original vinyl recordings of Glenn Miller. And has a very old record player he’s managed to, through careful work and spending much money on custom made parts, keep in pristine working condition. And, as nice as being able to stream music is, there’s something unrivaled about the scratch of the record as it plays, being able to set the needle down on vinyl and turn it on, etc. He would absolutely adore the chance to be able to dance with his S/O to Moonlight Serenade in his living room, listening to the song he heard so often back then, on a record player he bought in 1938. A beautiful melding of past and present, he thinks.

And then there’s something totally different, EDM. A younger friend of his played one of the songs for him a few years back. At first, Aedus wasn’t keen on it, but it’s slowly grown on him. this friend has moved on and moved away, lost contact in the big wide world, but Aedus still sometimes puts one of the songs on that he was shown, just as a nice way of reminiscing about the friendship. It’s very much a once in a while thing, though. It’s not normally his cup of tea.

#info ( aedus )#(( ooc. ))

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kalpasio · 2 years

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Sengo Soulmate

Eden

A Kalpas x reader Soulmate AU, Chapter 3 below!

Having an uncommon soulmate mark meant it was easier to identify your soulmate, but it also meant there was much less information about your type of bond. Normally this didn’t bother you, but right now it was an issue.

Rumors said that your mark could grow just a little the first time you meet your soulmate even if you didn’t interact much. Last night there had been at least an extra centimeter on your mark and you were elated. Until you realized you had met two people.

You had seen Kalpas before, but he hadn’t even acknowledged your presence. Yesterday would have been the first time he really knew you existed. At the same time, Su hadn’t even spoken to you, but from what Hua told you, he was a psychic fighter. He definitely knew you were there at the door, and he very well could have looked into your mind.

The worst part was that both were MANTISes. Meaning there was no soulmate mark you could get a glimpse of, and there was no way you were going to flat out ask them. Basically, you were screwed.

Hua was out on a mission, and you were eager to try incorporating her teaching into your own fighting style. You were in the regular training area today, practicing the new techniques you’d learned over the past few days. Normally, learning something new had a sort of learning curve, but you immediately saw improvement in your fighting due to Hua’s teachings. That success along with the extra amount of focus required was enough to take your mind off this soulmate conundrum.

The next few days you continued ignoring the issue, until you were able to look at your mark without swearing. When you went back to the training grounds, you saw Pardo talking with Eden. You’d never met Eden before, but her face was plastered everywhere, and it was impossible not to recognize her. It looked like Eden handed something to Pardo, who gave a little jump for joy at receiving the gift before turning around and spotting you.

“Oh perfect!” Pardo grinned. “Eden, this is my friend.” You hadn’t seen Pardo since the first mission you met on, so you weren’t sure about the two of you being ‘friends’ but you’d take it. “You both use the same weapon, so you should be able to learn plenty!” As soon as you waved awkwardly to the diva, Pardo concluded that you had been introduced, and was out of the room leaving the two of you were left alone.

“Ellie’s told me about you, it’s nice to finally meet you in person,” Eden held out a hand with a smile you couldn’t help but return. The posters didn’t do her justice. She was gorgeous and graceful and her voice was so smooth you couldn’t imagine how beautiful her singing must be.

“Have you gotten any closer to finding your soulmate?” She led you further into the training room.

“Maybe…not really.” She shot you a raised eyebrow. “My mark has changed but I’m still really not sure who it is.”

“It’s a step in the right direction!” Eden gave you a smile that made you understand perfectly why she and Elysia were soulmates. Both of them were dazzling and could charm their way into anything. Shrugging, you watched Eden set up the training program.

Her fighting style was as unique and mesmerizing as she was. Fascinating to watch, but there was very little you could practically learn from it. Between rounds she would talk to you, sometimes about some random topic, sometimes poking around the subject of your soulmate, but it was pleasant all the same. Elysia joined you not long after and she focused heavily on the later topic.

When Eden was fighting, Elysia would lean over to you and say things like “isn’t she so beautiful,” with a cheeky grin. She was right, but she didn’t need to rub it in. At the end of the program, Elysia turned to fully face you on the bench.

“So, who is it?” You knew what she was talking about, and it made you sigh. How had she even found out already? Eden was the only one you’d told and the two of you had been in the same room together the whole time.

“I told you, I don’t know.” Your response was exasperated more than angry, it was a little awkward getting grilled over this topic.

“But you’ve narrowed it down, haven’t you?” Eden this time. You should’ve known they would team up on you.

“I—maybe. Maybe. I met a lot of people. I could be wrong.”

“Well? Tell us!” Elysia leaned forward making you lean back a bit.

“I think…it might be Kalpas or Su,” you were mumbling, but Elysia heard and snorted before covering her mouth. Eden was standing further away and hadn’t heard, so she gave a confused ‘who?’

“It’s Kalpas!” Elysia sang and Eden laughed politely behind her hand.

“It could be-!”

“No,” Elysia full on laughed, “there is no way it’s Su.”

Eden nodded in agreement, “definitely not.”

“I can’t believe it’s Kalpas!” Elysia fell into a fit of giggles. At this you scowled.

“I can’t help who my soulmate is. Why’s this so funny anyway?”

Eden came over and gave you a kind smile while placing a hand on Elysia’s shoulder to calm her down.

“You misunderstand. I’m sure you both are a wonderful match and will be very happy together. But he has a soft spot for very few people, so it’s difficult to imagine him being openly kind to anyone.” That was not what you wanted to hear. You just went from angry to concerned.

Were you stuck with a soulmate who wouldn’t care for you? The one person in the world promised to you by the universe that was supposed to be by your side and he couldn’t even stand you. Seeing your slightly panicked expression, Elysia calmed down for a moment.

“He’ll love you, I’m sure! He’s just a bit prickly. I can even give you the handbook on Kalpas if you’d like! Give it some time, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know you’re his soulmate.”

“You can’t tell him!” you spoke so fast it shocked everyone, yourself included.

“Why not? You want to tell him yourself?” Elysia couldn’t hide her disappointment.

“No!” You weren’t ready to tell him yet, but you could see Elysia scheming before the word even left your mouth, so you quickly corrected, “Yes! I…I just don’t want him to know yet.” You couldn’t look at either of them. Everything had changed so suddenly. Eden placed a comforting hand on your head and gave another award-winning smile when you looked up.

“We won’t tell him,” she promised and Elysia nodded. “But we think you should. He’s really not that bad, and trust us, finding your soulmate is one of the most amazing feelings in the world.”

Fun fact! Watching my friend play Eden was actually what got me into Honk! I am very late to the party, I know. Also word has apparently been eating some of my words when I copy paste so if there's a word randomly missing, please let me know :(

#honkai x reader #kalpas x reader #azaryawrites #tamalethebear #cross posted on ao3

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ihaechans · 2 years

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Crush on You || P.JS

PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ friends to lovers, smut, fluff, college!au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mentions of cheating, alcohol mentions, sub/virgin Jisung, corruption kink reader, Dom!reader, cumming in pants, overstimulation, Jisung getting the best handjob of his life, begging, multiple orgasms, slight cum eating, edging

SUMMARY ▸ Jisung is a little too innocent for his own good, and when he asks you to help him fix that your friendship takes a slight turn.... okay, maybe a big turn.

WORD COUNT▸ 5.1k

“Cut the bullshit, Hyuck.” You growled, beyond angry: pissed. It had only been a week since your, now ex-boyfriend, Sehun, had been caught giving head to some random girl at Mingi’s party.

“I’m not defending him or anything I’m just telling you, I saw him. He was so wasted I thought someone put something in his drink.” Haechan shrugged, signs of worry loosely hanging in his tone.

“Dumbass!” You scoffed, swatting the boy’s head, a little harder than intended, “Ugh! I’m done here.” You spat coldly, gathering your textbooks and notebooks before throwing them uncaringly into your bag as you stormed out of the room, leaving poor Donghyuck in the dust.

Donghyuck, or Haechan, has been your best friend since the beginning of time. The both of you met way back, maybe in seventh grade. You couldn’t remember shit.

The only thing you were certain of was that the two of you were in the same Science class and sat at the same table. But honestly, it was bound to happen. His nice, caring, gentle, yet funny, protective, and reasoning spirit paired with your “cold” and straightforward one was perfect.

Both of you decided to put in the effort to stay best friends as long as possible, and so far it was working.

If you wanted to talk, he would listen. Not daring to speak so that he wouldn’t miss a single detail. Sometimes you wondered how you achieved having such a guy like him in your life. You wanted to thank him, to show affection, but you just couldn’t do it no matter how hard you tried.

“Jesus-”

“Hey! Watch it!” You yelled, turning around hastily to see a tall, lanky- yet handsome man you had never seen around here before. A deep blush crept onto his face at his embarrassment.

He was wearing a turquoise bomber jacket, dark blue jeans, and the cleanest white sneakers you have ever laid your eyes on. Your pupils lingered on his hair. That shiny, dark brown hair hung over his eyes slightly.

Shit. He was hot.

“Sorry to bother you… I’m Park Jisung.”

Two years later

It was mid-spring, the best time to explore outside of campus and hang out with your friends- at least for you and Hyuck.

The two of you took the time out of your day to go to the gigantic, yet tranquil park just around campus. Your current position made children stare as your head was resting in Donghyuck’s lap, his fingers softly playing with your hair.

“Y/n? Are you awake? If so, hopefully, you never open your eyes again.” The boy joked, flicking your forehead with his middle finger and rolling his eyes. Haechan pushed you off of his lap lightly before getting up and stretching out his limbs.

“Wow, what a way to treat a girl Haechan,” Called a voice not far from where the two of you were sitting under a tree. “We made it.”

Haechan snickered, lowering his voice to a whisper and bending down to your ear, “Your man is here,” Your face contorted with annoyance as you slapped the back of Haechan’s head before he could move away.

Jisung. Park Jisung and your friends. Xiaojun, Jungwoo, Taeil, Yuta, and Chenle.

A year ago, you would probably be thirsting over all of them desperate to get into their pants. When Donghyuck introduced them to you it was an entirely different story. The thought of your past self made you cringe in embarrassment.

They weren’t the type of people you would want to fuck. You wanted to be their friend, and you didn’t say that about people very often. It just so happened that they weren’t afraid of being weirded out by you, even with your reputation around campus.

But Jisung, Jisung was a different story. You wanted to fuck him so badly, but you couldn’t. Everyone and their mother knew that Park Jisung is still a virgin. Hell, you don’t even think he masturbates. He was so shy the first time you guys met he wouldn’t dare look you straight in the eye.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin but sex with you- he just wasn’t ready even if he wanted it or not.

So caught up in your head, you don’t realize the boys are having a full on conversation, ears only picking up on Jungwoo’s voice as he says something out of pocket.

“What if wearing no clothes outside of your house was normalized?” Jungwoo blurted, a light chuckle slipping past your lips at his words.

“Woo, I’m pretty sure nobody wants to see your little two-inch dick anyways.” Taunted Chenle from behind you, causing everyone to holler with laughter.

“Hey! You’ve all seen my dick at least once! It’s not even small!”

When you and your friends were together, time was the most important thing in the world. For some reason you felt free- you felt happy and grateful that you had these men by your side. It had always been just you and Haechan for the longest time, only a few students daring to talk to the both of you. In the end, they never ended up lasting more than a few months with you.

_____

“Y/n? Are you listening?” Jisung called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I said can I please talk to you for a second? Alone…” He finished, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone else was paying attention.

At this point, the rest of the boys were either walking around the park or looking around for someplace to get food for you and your friends The only reason you two were left alone was that “Jisung needs someone to protect him” as the eldest Taeil says.

“Right now?” You questioned, your head tilting on its own in curiosity.

“Yes, right now. Come on.” Jisung stated, roughly dragging you by your hand along with him behind a large tree a couple meters away. It had gotten pretty dark now, and he made sure the rest of the boys were nowhere in sight.

“Y/n, I-I wanted to- um, ask you if you could uhh- maybe teach me how to do stuff… with girls,” Your eyebrows raise in surprise but you stay quiet. “There’s this girl I really like. I-I don’t want her to think I’m an amateur or something because I’ve only kissed one girl. I really need your help.”

Little did you know the girl he was crushing on was indeed, you.

“Jisung. Stop.” The boy’s face fell as you spoke. He opened his mouth to speak up once more but you cut him off, “Damn I knew you were a virgin but tell me you’re joking about the kissing a girl part.” You teased, a cheeky grin etching its way onto your features.

The boy sighed in embarrassment and frustration, “I have kissed girls before! Please Y/n? I’m being serious. I don’t know how to do that stuff and I want to ask this girl to go on a date with me. You’re the only girl I know how to talk to and I need you to help me with this.”

You smiled inwardly at his statement. You both knew damn well that Jisung barely knew how to speak to you half of the time due to his random bursts of nervousness, much like now.

“I’ll have to think about it. But why don’t we gather the boys up and ditch this place?” You insisted, grabbing his arm and dragging him along to find the boys before he could answer. You wouldn’t miss the chance to tell Hyuck about this later, that’s for sure.

It was embarrassing.

The way Jisung felt about his proposal to you was embarrassing. The entire car ride to your and Haechan’s shared home was spent with his eyes on you, taking in your beauty. Jisung wasn’t dumb. He knows when he sees a pretty girl, and that made him nervous. You made him nervous, but he was too scared to admit that to anyone besides the voices in his head.

His daze was broken when Chenle spoke up with a proposal, “When we get to the house we should play something fun. Never have I ever, beer pong, two truths, and a lie…” You hummed in agreement with what he was saying but never really paid attention to his words.

The other boys nodded in unison, some voicing their agreement. The rest of the ride home was filled with Haechan and Yuta bickering about something, you were too tired to comprehend anything at the moment. the soft howl of the wind, droplets of rain, and the endless sky were slowly lulling you to sleep, and before you knew it you were knocked out.

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You woke up to the sounds of arguing once again. Eyes fluttering to adjust to the light, you took in your surroundings. You were stationed on Haechan’s couch, the rest of the boys gathered together in the kitchen playing some sort of game.

You shuffled on the couch, about to alert the boys you were awake when you overheard Taeil’s voice.

“Jisung, we all know you like her. If you don’t confess soon you’re going to lose her,” The rest of the boys nodded in agreement at the eldest’s statement.

Jisung looked at his friends with hesitance while scratching the back of his neck anxiously, “Guys… you know I can’t. I tried to but I just couldn’t. Look at her and then look at me. She will never see me as more than a friend,” He finished, sighing at the thought of being rejected.

It felt like a brick wall had slammed into you when the jealousy hit. You wanted him to feel that way about you, not anyone else. You wanted him to yourself at that moment, practically jumping off of the couch to get their attention.

Your actions startled the men in the kitchen, the majority of them giving you a questioning look of concern. Jisung on the other hand was as red as a tomato, twiddling with his fingers and looking everywhere but at you.

You sauntered over to your friends, acting clueless, “What are we talking about over here boys?” You questioned, wrapping your arms around Hyuck’s torso while snuggling your face into his back.

Haechan laughed nervously at your position before making up a stupid lie in his head, “Oh nothing… we were just about to play two truths and a lie,”

You could see Xiaojun and Jungwoo rolling their eyes from the corner of your vision at Haechan’s stupid lie but held composure. Jisung on the other hand was almost shaking with nervousness at your presence, his confession earlier making his head spin with uncertainty.

“Let’s just continue playing, just add Y/n into the mix,” Shrugs Yuta, sipping on what you assumed was beer in a red plastic cup.

Jisungs eyes flickered to you momentarily and you didn’t miss it, his heart thumped against his chest and the boy looked away quickly. Your eyes stayed on his form, piercing into his skull waiting for him to make eye contact with you once more but it never came.

Your friends were starting to pick up on the tension between you and Jisung the longer the night went on, eyes flickering back and forth from each of you throughout each game. Haechan and Jungwoo even made a bet that Jisung would confess his feelings first.

All of the boys knew about your little crush on Jisung, except for the poor boy himself. It aggravated you sometimes how blind he could be but toying with his innocence from time to time was exhilarating. The thought of corrupting the poor guy made you more turned on than you’d like to admit.

_____

It was past 2 am when the boys announced their departure, and you couldn’t help but pout at the thought of Jisung leaving so soon.

“Why can’t you guys just stay over for the night? Haechan has enough rooms and blankets for you guys,” Your eyes found their place on Haechan before he nodded in approval at your suggestion.

Your friends talked among themselves before deciding on sleeping over, claiming rooms and spaces throughout the house. Xiaojun and Yuta claimed the living room, Haechan and Chenle would use Haechan’s room, Taeil and Jungwoo decided on the guest room, and surprisingly, Jisung was left with you. In your room. Alone.

Jisung gulped hard at the thought of being alone with you while his friends were sleeping. The thought of what you could do to him made blood rush to his cock.

“Alright Jisung, I made you a little platform of blankets in case you want to sleep on the floor, but my bed is always available too,” You winked, your voice getting more seductive as the sentence went on.

Jisung swore you were hinting at something but decided to let it go in case he was wrong. “Thank you, Y/n.” The boy quickly laid down on the floor of blankets, not sparing another look in your direction.

The room was silent after that, the only noises to be heard were the sounds of even breathing. Neither of you were truly asleep and the atmosphere was still tense.

The silence was broken when Jisung spoke up, “Y/n, I just want to apologize about earlier. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward,”

You battled yourself in your head, trying to decide whether or not you should mess with Jisung or just simply go to sleep. It was sad to admit that you let the intrusive thoughts win again.

“Jisung,” You purred, catching the boy by surprise, “You said you needed help, right?” You rolled over to get a clear view of Jisung, eyes landing on your target immediately. Jisung was splayed out on the floor, blankets messily hanging over his long body. One look into his eyes and you could see how weak he was for you.

Climbing out of bed, you took slow steps towards Jisung as if he were your prey. The boy was in nothing but shock as you finally reached his frozen form, straddling him as you sat down on his pelvic area.

The boy under you finally seemed to snap out of his imagination, realizing that this was actually happening. His hands found a place on your hips automatically, blood rushing to his cock against his sweatpants.

You had him in a trance as you set your hands under his t-shirt and onto his body, starting with his abs, moving to his nipples, and back down to his abs again. Jisung was practically panting in anticipation, not a single word leaving either of your mouths.

“Baby boy, you’re gonna have to be quiet if you don’t want others to wake up and find us, understood?” Waiting for an answer, you ground yourself down onto his half-hard dick, eliciting a sharp moan from his throat.

“Ah, fuck,- yes, I promise,” he swore, fingers tightening around your sides at the pleasure he received. You continued grinding down onto his cock with a steady pace, not nearly enough friction for you but Jisung seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much. He was a hot mess under you already, squirming and moaning without shame at your ministrations.

You smiled down at him wickedly, the boy under you becoming embarrassed by your continuous stare, Jisung closed his eyes and tilted his head back in pleasure, the fact he was getting close to cumming by a little bit of grinding was humiliating.

“You’re my little toy. Isn’t that right Jisung?”

His gut twisted at your words, he was close. He knew he was going to cum if you kept going. Jisung was ashamed, humiliated by the thought of cumming in his pants. He tried to hold off for a bit longer but hearing a low moan escape your lips was enough to push him over the edge.

With a shudder and a guttural moan, Jisung came in his pants, panting heavily into the air. The sudden motion of your lips on his was too much for him to handle. He kissed back with all of his might, trying to keep up with your sloppy and fast pace.

He must be dreaming. He had to be.

“Y/n… I came,” he blurted, his own eyes finally opening to look back into your own anxiously. He wondered if you were the type for punishments, his dick twitching at the thought.

“It’s ok baby boy, I know you’ve waited so long for this. I’ll let you cum as many times as you want, as long as you repay the favor,”

His eyebrows perked up at your proposal, nodding more eagerly than he meant to. You smiled at the man under you before instructing him to sit up and let you take his spot.

Jisung finally threw the covers off of himself in a hurry, revealing a very obvious damp spot on his sweatpants. His cheeks were a deep shade of red, and Jisung was happy it was dark enough in the room for you not to see.

Jisung kneeled before you patiently while you hooked your fingers into the side of your sleeping shorts and panties, wiggling them down your hips slowly, almost as if you were putting on a private show for him.

Jisung licked his lips uncontrollably at the sight of your bare pussy, his cock starting to become hard once again. He had dreamed of this too many times to count. He may not be an expert but he had imagined making you cum so many times before in his dreams.

You spread your legs, pulling them up to your chest. Jisung dived in immediately, a sloppy technique yet good stimulation. The word ‘slow’ wasn’t in his vocabulary at this point. He slurped and groaned into your pussy desperately, a vibration of pleasure traveling through your body.

Jisung panted heavily between breaths, marveling at the sight of your pussy, “Fuck- you taste so good,” He groaned, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You gripped onto his hair tightly, tugging on his roots without mercy. Jisung moaned whenever you pulled at him, only spurring him on more. He was so desperate to make you cum, he needed it so badly.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck-” A hard suck to your clit has you moaning out loudly, back arching off of the floor in pleasure. Jisung wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still while he continues his ruthless ministrations on your pussy.

Jisung glances up at you from in between your thighs. He had never seen anything sexier. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, still pulling at his locks roughly. The moment your eyes met something snapped in him. He desired you, needed you to come undone on his tongue.

He pushed his face deeper against your pussy, desperate to see you, to taste you. “Please, please cum, I need it so bad please,” He begged, sucking your clit with fervor.

You were a mess. Thighs shaking and eyes lidded from pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as Jisung suffocated himself in your pussy, eating you out like a starved man.

Panting, you brought his hand up to your mouth before sucking on his digits while maintaining eye contact, “Finger me, baby, make me cum,” You instructed.

Jisung was no professional but he was sure good at what he was doing. He mentally high-fived himself at the remembrance of studying the female body a couple of weeks ago, the information reminding him to curl his fingers and find your ‘g-spot’.

Inserting his middle and ring fingers into your pussy, Jisung attached his mouth back onto your clit, sucking hard. The wet sounds of your pussy and the two of you moaning were the only sounds that filled the air. You moaned out a little too loudly, secretly hoping the walls weren’t as thin as they seemed.

The boy fingered you with intensity, curling his fingers up into your g-spot with precision.

This boy is insane, you thought.

Your hips arched off of the floor once more and your thighs trembled, fighting to close themselves from the immense pleasure you were receiving.

Jisung panted into your pussy pleading for you to come undone once more, “I need to taste you so bad, please cum Y/n I can’t take it- fuck,” Jisung rutted his hips into the soft blankets beneath him desperately, stimulating himself just enough to feel an orgasm coming. The longer he fingered you the more frantic he became, fingers disappearing in and out of you hurriedly, his hips frantically thrusting into the mattress, wishing it was your wet cunt.

With a final suck on your clit and pump of his slim fingers you were gone. Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your back arched with pleasure, hips stuttering as you came on Jisungs tongue.

Moments later, Jisung moans, a high-pitched tone that signals he was cumming. Tears pricked at his eyes from how hard he came, his vision becoming blurry. He couldn’t stop cumming. It felt like an eternity before he let out a choked sob, burying his face into the side of your thigh while panting heavily.

You chuckled out of breath, fingers lazy combing through Jisungs hair. Your eyes closed at the loss of energy but Jisung still had other plans. The boy licked at your dripping folds softly, trying his hardest to lick up all of the cum leaking out.

A whine left your lips at the feeling, too weak to push his head away from your oversensitive opening. “Jisung- shit, take your shirt off and lay down,” You ordered, Fingers continuing to brush through his locks.

His tongue left your pussy in an instant, flinging his shirt off of his body and moving to lay flat on his back once again. The boy gulped in anticipation as you crawled over him, hands feeling his body until you reached his sensitive cock. You palmed his cock eagerly, he was nowhere near small.

Jisung held his breath in impatience, wondering what you would do to him. You pulled his sweatpants down in a flash, marveling at the sight of his unrestrained cock.

Jisung groaned in embarrassment at the sight of you staring at his dick so shamelessly, shutting his eyes sheepishly. Your hands softly made their way up his body, reaching their destination at his neck.

The boy under you gasped softly at the feeling of your fingers tracing along the veins in his neck, almost as if you were hesitant. “I’ll do that another time, I don’t think you’re ready,” Jisung was clueless at your actions as you continued mindlessly tracing along his neck.

“I need to know that you want this Jisung,” You were being stern, letting him know that if he wanted you to stop that you would in an instant.

He nodded eagerly at your words, “Don’t stop… please,”

In a swift movement, your lips were on his neck, kissing along the expanse of his jaw in the process. Soft moans escaped the boy’s mouth as you continued, slowly kissing your way down his body.

Jisung shuddered against your touch as you went lower and lower, kissing against his lower abdomen teasingly. Just as Jisung was about to tangle his hands in your hair when you suddenly pulled away from his touch.

“I don’t think you deserve to be sucked off yet,” you teased, fingers finding their place around his hard cock, “how about I help you out with my hand instead?”

Jisung was completely hard again, his cock standing straight against his abdomen. He was completely under your power, whining at the contact. He was so sensitive due to his prior orgasms, already trying to wiggle free from your grasp.

Jisung placed his hand on yours that was wrapped around his cock, “Y/n, I-I can’t cum anymore… it hurts,” he whined, eyes shut tight at the pain.

“I know you can baby, one more time for me?” Your pleading made him cave sooner than expected, a simple nod from Jisung was all the permission you needed before slowly moving your hand up and down around his cock.

Jisung cried out, loud enough that anyone in the house could hear. You pulled your hand away from his cock immediately, scolding him for his loudness with your stern expression.

Your eyes quickly darted around the room, looking for a particular item. Bingo. You quickly grabbed your panties from beside your sweaty bodies and stuffed them into Jisung’s mouth without hesitation, a surprised gasp emitting from his mouth at the suddenness of it all.

“If you want to cum again you have to be a good boy for me and take what I give you, ok?” Under you, Jisung nodded instantly, a muffled “yes” slipping from his lips.

Once again, you wrapped your hand around Jisung’s cock, a muffled hiss coming from the boy beneath you. His cock was so sensitive from orgasming twice already, he didn’t think he could handle your fist wrapped around his cock for long before he exploded again.

You started pumping your closed fist around his dick slowly while paying attention to his facial expressions. He was fucked out already, eyes shut tight in the pain and pleasure you had reigned upon him.

Suddenly moving faster, a choked moan escaped his lips, hips bucking up to fuck himself into your hand faster. Your hand felt so good, Jisung was in absolute euphoria at the feeling.

You didn’t try to stop him from fucking himself into your hand, you just watched him; watched as hot tears slipped down his face from the overwhelming sensation called you.

Strangled moans and the slickness of your fist jerking Jisung off with fervor were the only audible sounds in the room.

You could tell Jisung was close by the way his muffled groans grew louder, and the way his thrusts into your hand began to get sloppy was an unmistakable sign of his incoming orgasm.

“Oh my god- shit, please don’t stop” Poor Jisung. He had no idea what you were planning, did he?

“I’m so close” And just like that, your hand was off of his dick once again.

Jisung cried out into your panties, begging you to let him cum. He looked like an absolute mess; misplaced pieces of hair, tears streaming down his face, the red tint on his skin. It was all because of you, and the thought turned you on to no end.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I think you deserve your reward now. Think you can handle it?”

Immediately, he was nodding, the only source of communication between the two of you. You watched as Jisung tensed up under your touch as you placed your hand back onto his sensitive dick for the last time that night.

Deciding it had been long enough, you removed your panties from Jisungs mouth, a trail of spit latched onto them from the boy's mouth.

“I can’t take it, please… please I’m so close.” Jisung was whimpering under you, his legs twitching from the amount of pleasure he was receiving from your actions. Tears stained Jisungs cheeks as he begged for you to let him come undone, and you wanted to reward him for being so good for you tonight.

You stroked his tears away and used your free hand to latch your fingers through his own in reassurance, letting him know he could finally explode. “I’m gonna cum- fuck-“ a harsh moan began to rip through his throat, your lips immediately silencing the noise with a passionate kiss as he came in your hand, hips bucking in satisfaction.

When Jisung went completely still under you. Your fist finally left his now softening cock, a shudder leaving his body in unison with your actions.

Questioning his well-being, you lifted yourself away from his body, setting yourself on his upper thighs. “How about I get you cleaned up? Just stay right here I know you’re tired.”

Jisung whined as your warm body left his, searching for the right supplies to get him all cleaned up. As you returned, the poor boy was fast asleep on the blanket-covered floor, face stained with tear marks and a mess all over his abdomen.

Softly waking Jisung from his slumber, you cleaned him gently, soon offering him a pair of Haechan’s old sweatpants. “You can sleep in my bed with me if you want to Jisung.” You suggested, a soft tone that made his heart melt. A sluggish nod was all it took for him to come climbing into your bed with you, instantly tangling himself onto you for cuddles. He dozed off rather quickly, your hands softly cradling through his hair to help him have a good night's sleep.

“Xiaojun! Run me my motherfucking money!” Your body jolted awake at the sound of a familiar voice yelling down the hall, only to realize Yuta was standing in your doorway, a clear view of Jisungs face nuzzled into your chest fast asleep.

Jumping out of bed, you slapped Yuta on his shoulder playfully, a smirk etching its way onto your features, “Get out!” slamming the door and locking it in his face was your only source of privacy.

You yawned, turning back around to face your bed where Jisung lay, eyes now open and peering into your own. “So, about last night-” you started.

“I enjoyed it. I really did Y/n,” His sudden outburst surprised you but you remained silent, letting the boy finish. “I really want to do it again but uh- if you don’t want to we don’t have to... I mean...”

A smile made its way onto your face as he continued with his rambling, “... I just really like you and uh- I wanted to ask if you would like to go out with me sometime,” He looked away awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck in nervousness.

You could never reject a kind soul like Jisung, and he still had so much more to learn. You liked that idea. Going on a real date with Jisung after secretly crushing on him for almost three years.

“I’d like that Jisung,”

In all honesty, he was not expecting you to say yes. The boy jumped out of bed and ran to scoop you up into a tight, warm embrace that swept you off your feet. “I’m so happy you said yes,”

Jisung planted his lips against yours in a sudden kiss, but this time it was different. Last night your kisses were rushed and sloppy, but now, they were meaningful and soft.

Pulling away, the two of you stared into each other's eyes, and you realized you were both genuinely happy.

That was all that mattered to you.

A/n: This might be a little bad LMAO. Ya’ll, I’m a little bit rusty after going on my hiatus but I hope you still enjoyed reading <3

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violettelueur · 4 years

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GOJO SATORU || FOR A LIFETIME

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1733

| published : 19 november

| request : Gojo Satoru x wife! Reader. They're just cuddling and being all lovey dovey until his students burst in, and are immediately asking questions cuz they didn't know he was married. He just says they've been married for three years and met at the Academy, and she's just smiling as they start asking her questions and how he managed to search up a pretty girl like her

| barista’s notes : i really loved writing this imagine for some reason ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ like i just had so much fun thinking all the events that could happen with the trio but i kinda feel like i didn’t paste my imagination well into words ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ other than that, i hope you love your cup of classic black coffee and i hope you come again and order soon once we’re back open ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Stretching your arms upwards, you could clearly hear the few cracks that your back had released telling you that you had been sitting in the same position for too much time causing you to groan from the satisfaction that your back felt lighter than it did a few seconds ago.

Looking at the clock that was hanging to your right side, you had come to the realisation that you had been working on your reports for a full three hours, leading you to take a deep breath as you were glad that you had managed to finish everything before the sun was going to set. Quickly standing up, you collected all the papers you needed and started to make your way out of your office and let your feet guide you to wherever they wanted to take you.

From what you could recall from this morning, no one had a mission assigned to them today unless it was an emergency to which that was unavoidable - sometimes you can’t even escape them yourself. However, compared to the other Jujutsu sorcerers that were in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, you weren’t a teacher but rather the school principal’s right-hand person as you were a student of his back from when he was a teacher himself.

You continued to walk around aimlessly around the corridors until you stopped to see a sliding door in your way. Tilting your head to the side, you wondered why your feet decided to drag you here while you were daydreaming, causing you to grab one end and quietly slide the door open to see if there was anyone that was in the room right now.

To not much of your surprise, you ‘unexpectantly’ found a very tall man relaxing on a chair acting like he didn’t have any students to teach at this current moment in time. After sliding the door behind you, you walked up to the sleeping man before taking a seat on the remaining space of the chair and decided to rest your head on the palm of your hand that was relaxing on your knee. To think that you were married to his man, made you wonder what was going on in your mind when you said ‘yes’ to his proposal.

“Am I that handsome to you honey?” the man suddenly asked in a teasing tone, as he used his thumb to lift up part of his blindfold to reveal one of his bright sapphire eyes staring at you back, “you’ve been admiring me for quite some time”.

“Nah, I was wondering how drunk I was when I said ‘yes’ to marrying you,” you answered with a playful smile before you suddenly started laughing when your husband gave you an offended expression on his face. “Honey, I’m hurt by that comment,” Gojo stated causing you to reply with, “well you have to live with that for the rest of your life,” leaving him no choice but to give up this little game of banter - since the day both of you became friends, Gojo knew that you were one of the rare people that he wanted to remain by his side as he did with Geto, but that didn’t half of his dream didn’t come to last, yet you were here with him by his side. For a lifetime.

Slowly, he leaned forward to gently grab your sleeve before tugging it, somewhat telling you that he wanted you to move closer to him. Looking at his hand that was holding your sleeve, you scooted closer to him to the point where you were on his lap with your legs hanging out from the side and the side of your head was resting on his chest with your reports in hand.

“What’s that? Shouldn’t you be concentrating on me?” Gojo asked as he looked at the papers in your hand. “These are reports babe, something that you never do,” you answered, before rolling up and sheets and using it to hit the top of his head. However, before Gojo could even playfully comment back at you, the door was slammed open causing you to slightly jump at the sudden interruption leading you to look up, only to see three students with the most confused expression on their faces.

“So I assume you didn’t tell them that you were married,” you quietly asked your husband to which he used your head to rest his head on top and in a high tone muttered, “I forgot wifey~”

“Gojo-sensei!” a boy with pinkish hair yelled out - to which you assumed to be Itadori Yuji - leading to the only female student - to which you quickly figured out that she was Kugisaki Nobara - within the trio to then say, “who is the pretty lady?”. While Fushiguro stood there with the surprised expression still plastered on his face.

“I assume you forgot to tell Megumi as well,” you then giggled out, to which then Gojo laughed with you, as he remembered that after all the years he took care of his precious student, not once he had mentioned you to him.

“This pretty lady here is my little wife, Gojo Y/N,” said to the confused trio, fully and finally introducing you to his first-year students.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

“It’s nice to meet you all, Itadori, Kugisaki and Fushiguro, am I right?” you greeted them with a smile, as the three of them quickly grabbed a random chair out of nowhere and sat down in front of you as if you were about to get interrogated - to which you technically were.

“How does she know who we are?” Kugisaki asked as she was confused about how you knew all their names.

“Your useless teacher here talks about you guys from time to time, so I sort of already know you guys without you knowing.” you answered her as you used your thumb to point at your husband, leading Kugisaki to ask, “can we call you Gojo-sensei as well then?”

“Wouldn’t that confuse us as well as them?” Itadori then asked, to which Kugisaki looked at him to shout at him, only to realise what he was trying to interpret to her.

“You can call me by my first name not to get confused, I’m alright with it,” you mentioned to her, leaving the students to nod at you.

“Gojo-sensei, how long have you’ve married for?” Fushiguro asked, still wondering why he didn’t know this piece of information about his teacher, let alone that he was with someone.

“Three years!” Gojo proudly announced as he lifted up three fingers as if they didn’t understand what he said so he had to show them. “How did the both of you meet?” Itadori then pressed on with his hand up, seeing how much information he could gain about his teacher’s love life.

“We both met then we were students here and then time flashed by and here we are married,” Gojo answered his student with the vaguest answer that he could have given to anybody, leaving his student annoyed.

“Y/N-sensei, how did both of you met?” Kugisaki then asked you, as she was not satisfied with the white-haired man’s answer.

“Well like Satoru said we met when the both of us were students here, just like all three of you. We were on the same team with Shoko and another person, causing me to have to deal with this man since my first year at Jujutsu High,” you then answered in some detail, causing the students to be more intrigued on the both of yours relationship.

“What do you do Y/N-sensei? I don’t see you around the school at all,” Fushiguro then asked, leading you to smile at him before answering with, “you could say I’m the assistant principal,” causing all the first years to look at you with surprised expressions again.

“GOJO-SENSEI THERE IS NO WAY SHE IS YOUR WIFE, SHE TOO SMART AND PRETTY,” Kugisaki shouted as she looked like she was about to flip her chair - as she confused on why you would be with someone like him - causing you lightly blush at her compliment before giggling at the chaos that was happening right in front of you.

‘This is really just how I imagined it to be. Chaotic’

“Here’s a picture if you don’t believe me,” Gojo then casually stated as he suddenly pulled out what seemed to be a small picture from his wallet, causing you to be curious of what it had to show since you didn’t know he kept something like that within his possession. Once he passed the picture to Fushiguro, you leaned forwards slightly only to be surprised on what the picture displayed.

It was a picture of you and Gojo standing together with you wearing the traditional white kimono with the white wataboshi on your head, while Gojo was wearing the traditional black kimono that contrasted with his bright white hair and bright blue eyes perfectly. It was your wedding picture.

“Y/N-sensei you look so beautiful!” Kugisaki stated as she snatched the picture out of Fushiguro’s hand to take a closer look at the image, “your makeup is so beautiful, you really suit a red lip,”.

“You look really pretty sensei,” the boys simultaneously said, as they had a light blush on their faces after seeing the picture.

“Since when did you have that picture?” you asked your husband, as you turned around to look at him, only to find him looking at you without his blindfold - fully showcasing his beautiful blue eyes that you have fallen in love with since you met him - as he brushed his fingers through your hair, amused at your surprised expression.

“Since I got the picture printed after the wedding,” Gojo admitted before he moved his hand to caress your cheek causing you to suddenly feel the coolness from his wedding band. "You looked really beautiful that day,” Gojo sentimentally said to you, causing your cheeks to go a light shade of red.

“But you always have been and always will be”

Slowly, he took your left hand in his left hand leading to both your wedding bands to hit against each other lightly, reminding you that this whole thing wasn’t a dream.

“For a lifetime ha?” you questioned him with a soft smile painted on your face, to which Gojo reciprocated back to you.

“For a lifetime wifey~”

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zachsreaderinserts · 3 years

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sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

wc: 2,319

okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.

#sleepy boys x reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy boys inc #sbi x reader #x reader #reader insert #teen! reader #mcyt x reader #minecraft youtubers #minecraft youtubers x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Could you maybe do something about the brothers (and maybe Diavolo) with a MC that came from an abusive relationship in the past? You don't have to, but I really like your writing! So I figured I'd ask.

As a victim of past abuse myself, of course I’ll write this, darling

Brothers Reaction to an MC That Came From an Abusive Relationship

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Lucifer

When you two first met, he quickly noticed how withdrawn you were from him touching you in any way and often flinching from him even remotely raising his hand around you

He never really planned on taking notice of your peculiar behaviour until you two officially started dating and the signs really started to get worrying...

He noticed the occasional signs of distress coming from you when he raises his voice or even just shows you basic affection and immediately decides to talk to you about it

He can hardly believe it when you slowly begin to tell him that you used to be in an abusive relationship and just can’t really fully recover from it

Who would dare hurt you. He’s honestly heartbroken for you and he can’t completely get over the anger he felt inside when you first told him

Takes time out of his day to regularly shower you in love and affection, and has began to start to ask you for permission first, as he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

Compliments you pretty much every second. He wants to let you know he’ll never harm you and just how incredible you truly are

Mammon

When he first saw you; his first reaction was to immediately charge towards you, but he noticed how flinchy you were and he could’ve swore he saw a ping of fear flash through your eyes for a mere second

Tends to ignore all the signs, but does sometimes pick up on the way you tense up when he places a hand in your shoulder, and that honestly makes him really worried

When you two started dating, and you began to further stray away, and even reject his affection, he decides to ask why you’re so withdrawn from him

To hear you’d been in an abusive relationship in the past makes his blood boil and his heart hurt in a way he’s never experienced before

Why would anybody hurt you? You’d done nothing wrong... and you’re so kind?

He honestly wanted to break down and hug you tighter than he ever had before but restrained himself because he knew he may scare you, and he never wants that

Tries his best to give you time snd space when you want it, but doesn’t hold back when it comes to cute texts every 10 seconds, telling you how much he loves you

Leviathan

At first he thought you were just shy, like him, but when he saw the pained look in your eyes when he first insulted you, it just didn’t sit right with him

He quickly became the main person to stick around you and you two soon began to date. Neither of you were very touchy with eachother though, so it wasn’t until later into the relationship when he began to see the signs

He thought it would be cute to give you a surprise hug from behind one night, but immediately let go when he felt your entire body tense up and you spun around to turn him like he was about to hurt you?

He asked you what he did wrong but didn’t expect to hear about how you were previously abused

His heart practically sank at your words and he felt both worried and angry for you, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what cruel person would harm you in any way

He wants to see you improve and he really wants to be there every step of the way

He starts to refrain from touching you without your permission in fear of scaring you, but never forgets to send you multiple texts on how much he appreciates and likes you and constantly brings you random little gifts now

Satan

Couldn’t shake off the way you looked at everyone with this look of terror in your eyes, especially him. Even when he accidentally startles you, you look like you have this huge guard up that he can’t seem to break down

There was a time when he shouted at you for dropping a plate and you raised your hands to cover your face. He’s tried his best to never raise his voice around you again after that. He never wants to see that look again. Ever

When he started dating you, the once minor signs became more noticeable, and his acts of random affection always looked like they troubled you

He felt he needed to bring it up with you but he never honestly expected you to just let it all out to him. Hearing about your past made his heart hurt and he felt so much rage towards your abuser

He vowed right there and then to show you unconditional love, for as long as he lives. He’ll never treat you like how you were treated previously

He does research on how to help and what you may be feeling. He will help you. He wants to see you flourish

He tries not to be clingy as he knows space is important to you, but sometimes he just can’t stop himself from inviting himself in your room to read, or to show you a book or to play with the neighbouring cats with you

Asmodeus

Being around a whole load of different people and been in many relationships, he can always tell the signs early on. So seeing you withdraw yourself away from his affection is always an issue

He never likes to jump to conclusions though, so he thought perhaps you were just quite shy or didn’t like to be touched

But as you two got closer and eventually got together, he started to really notice the way you jumped and flinched at his surprise attacks of love and affection

Feeling worried, he asks you about it one night, his face completely dropping at the words that came out your mouth; anger and confusing swarming his emotions

How could people be so cruel? And to hurt someone as innocent and sweet as you? He wants nothing more than to show you how much better he is than them

Little by little, he’ll slowly begin to give you affection like kisses or hugs, constantly asking if you’re alright and if he’s allowed to touch you. He’ll slip in multiple little compliments every now and then just to boost you up and remind you how amazing you are and you should never forget that

He treats you well. You want a massage? On it. Nails painted? Absolutely. A shoulder to cry on? Any time you want. He just wants to help you because he can’t get enough of you

Beelzebub

Always wonders why you keep your head down around him. He can agree that he pretty much towers over you but he’d never intentionally hurt you...?

Tries to slowly introduce himself to you with different foods and warm smiles. He’s never felt happier when you smile back and eventually musters up the courage to ask you out

He’s affectionate over you straight away, asking for kisses and hugs, but doesn’t always notice how wary you are of his unexpected shows of affection

So when he came up behind you and wraps his arms around you one day, you stiffen up and attempt to push whoever was holding you still away. He notices this and lets go, apologising

You decide to tell him about how you were previously in an abusive relationship and he feels so hurt by what you were telling him, honestly close to crying. He slowly places his hand over yours and smiles at you

From then on, he swore to be your own personal body guard. He wants to protect you and keep you safe, and show you how imprortant you are to him and how much he really loves you

His random texts to you at god knows what time in the morning when he can’t sleep are always littered with emojis and kisses and just blatant tooth rotting sweet stuff that is guarantee to make you smile

Belphegor

Honestly took no notice of the clearly obvious signs of distress as, well, he did kill you once after all

When you flinched when his head hit your shoulder, or when his cruel sarcasm made your eyes turn into those of a puppies’ or even when he’d get all up in your space when napping and you turned as stiff as stone; he didn’t notice

Not until you two started dating though, and his affection increased, causing you to look as uncomfortable as you sound. He thought you were still just not over the time he murdered you though, but he presumed it was time to ask what was up

Never in his life would he have expected to hear you were a victim of past abuse. He thinks back to the shit he put you through and he has to stop himself from throwing himself on to you and hugging you as tight as he possibly can

He wants to find the person who hurt you and show them how it feels, how much they hurt you. He’s so angry but composes himself for you

He promises never to hurt you again, or let anybody else hurt you for that matter. He does his best to remember that you may not want to take a nap with him every hour, or you may not like his surprise tickle attacks either, and he’s ok with that!

He’ll be patient, as long as you let him love you unconditionally. He’ll never stop telling you how precious you are and how you didn’t deserve to be put through what you went through in the past

Diavolo

He guesses your lack of communication towards him is due to his position and his overall height difference from you. He supposes he can see how he may come off as threatening to you...

He didn’t realise coming up behind you to surprise you would be a bad idea when you turned around to face him quite suddenly with a slight look of panic in your eyes. It worries him, to say the least

When the day came when you two finally decided to date; the signs kicked in more clearly to him

It started off as small as jumping at the sight of him raising his hand, to flinching when he suddenly makes a loud noises, like laughter or just blatant yelling

Hearing for the first time about how you were treated in yoir past relationship was like getting an arrow to his chest. It hurt him like he’s never been hurt before. His smile fades as he thinks of what to do, but all he can think of is rubbing your shoulder as you cry

He will let nobody hurt you ever again. He’s on constant alert when it comes to you and always makes sure you’re happy and smiling. He’ll tell you jokes, and compliment you and text you funny things that’s happened in the castle throughout the day

Your health is the most important thing to him and he’ll be constantly checking up on you, and always asking for your permission to touch you, or at least letting you know when he’s about to hug you or kiss you

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo

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ryukatters · 3 years

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Random (college) Eren headcanons (SFW and NSFW) Minors DNI

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x fem bodied! Reader

Warnings: breeding kink, NSFW content

Word count: .8k words

Author’s note: It’s 4 AM and I can not sleep. This is my first piece of writing on here, but I’m not sure if I’ll post some more since it’s not really my forte. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy!

SFW

- Will get into random cleaning moods. Will absolutely make sure everything in his apartment is sparkly clean when he’s in one

- Would skip his lecture just so he could attend yours with you. Would even try and take notes then try and introduce himself to your professor after class to talk about that day’s lecture. He’s embarrassing bye

- Hates hot coffee. Will drink an iced vanilla sweet cream cold brew even if it’s -20° out

- Tries to get the cars next to him to race when they’re at a red light

- Camera roll is full of pictures of you. Screenshots of your snaps, random pictures of you sleeping, eating, studying. Laughs at the embarrassing ones, but those are his favorite

- Insists on doing EVERYTHING with you. Buying groceries? Going to the library? Getting some boba/coffee? Painting? Going on a walk? Eren will be there. No questions asked. (Even if you didn’t invite him.)

- Which brings me to my next point, Eren will 100% show up where you’re at unexpectedly to hang out and annoy you. You two have each other’s locations, and he’s memorized your schedule so get used to him popping up out of nowhere cuz he has nothing better to do

- You like X band/show/movie/book? Eren will make sure to watch/listen/read at least part of it so y’all have something to talk about.

- If he recommends a show for you two to watch together, you bet your ass Eren will wait for you when a new episode comes out.

- Drives really fucking fast for no reason. He goes 30 over the speed limit and sometimes uses his knee to steer on the highway bc he’s too lazy to use his hands (not when you’re in the car though, will still drive fast but will not be as reckless)

- Speaking of driving, he has a Polaroid of you on his dash that he looks at all the time <3

- Let’s you paint his nails (he likes it when you two are matching)

- Lets you choose out his outfits and he chooses yours. Actually has pretty good fashion sense, and will make sure you’re wearing something that you’re comfortable with wearing.

- Gives you massages randomly so you could give him one back

- Steals your things. Scrunchies, fuzzy socks, pens, markers, any extra (unused) toothbrushes you have. Turns you into his personal convenience store

- Takes your phone when you’re not looking. Takes goofy pics and videos. Occasionally, he’ll record a sweet video of him telling you he loves you or how proud he is of you.

- A gentleman. Will open doors for you, drive you everywhere, give you his coat, etc. Carla Jaeger raised a respectful boi

NSFW

- H O R N Y 25/8

- This man has the highest fucking sex drive. You have no idea how. He can’t help it, you’re just so sexy he wants you every second of every minute of every hour 😪

- Gets off at fucking the living daylight out of you. Seeing your eyes roll back, brain turned to mush unable to form a coherent thought because of HIM is so satisfying to Eren

- will straight up ask for nudes/lewds. Compiles them in a secret album on his phone to look at later.

- Once you two became sexually active, he stops masturbating as much. Will wait until he can see you.

- This man will start to try and get freaky with you while y’all are cuddling.

- Lowkey (highkey) loves when you get huffy and puffy and bratty with him. Makes putting you in your place so much sweeter.

- A menace. Will watch you writhe and whine for him to put his cock in you and enjoys watching your expression once he does immensely.

- LOUD. Very very very vocal. Has the prettiest moans and groans. Encourages you to be loud as well. Anyone who happens to stumble past y’all fucking will think you two are pornstars

- A fucking fiend at dirty talk. Says the nastiest shit that makes your cheeks burn red while he slams into your tight pussy.

- Has a breeding kink. “Yeah? Does my princess want me to breed her like the little whore she is?”

- Likes to watch his cum seep out of your hole. Slaps your sore pussy if it gets on the bed/car/table/wherever y’all did it. “I thought I told you to keep it all in? Unless you want me to fill you up again.”

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost my writing without my permission.

#eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren aot #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren smut #eren fluff #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x you #eren headcanons #kat’s writing

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

Word Count: 1.7K

It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with.

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read:

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day.

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen.

The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence.

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level.

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression.

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people.

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable.

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions.

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you.

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl.

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours.

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively.

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her.

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes.

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone.

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash.

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone.

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline.

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine.

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi.

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine.

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you.

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad.

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will.

“You’re not...”

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...”

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist.

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes.

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly.

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space.

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile.

In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt!

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Kakashi Relationship Headcanons

Guess who’s back with another relationship headcanon today? And as usual, I had a good time writing this one even got slightly carried away, hehe. Enjoy! XX.

Well— Hatake Kakashi, huh? Dating him would be such a roller coaster ride, tbh. It’s like, one moment he’s so clingy, fragile, so afraid of losing you— but one moment he’s like, “Just do what you need to do. I don’t really care.” This is due to the fact that he’s got a lot of things in his mind and occasionally struggled to sort out his priorities.

Anyway, of course you’ve complained about his ‘reading-smut-in-public’ issue, especially when you’re together. You two would come up with an agreement somehow. But to piss you off, he’d pretend like you’re the one who’s obsessed with reading smuts.

You’re browsing for some important books and he playfully yelled, “Y/N! Come here, it’s your favorite book— Icha Icha Tactics! My, I know you’ve had four books, but another one won’t hurt, right? Since you love it that much!” making everyone in the bookstore giggled.

He received “Y/N Signature Punch” that day.

To your surprise, he’s not very secretive about his relationship with you. In fact, you’ve caught him frequently use you as an excuse for him to escape some unwanted occasions.

Let’s say Gai was asking Kakashi to fight him like usual— and he wasn’t having it that day. “Gai, with all respect— I would gladly accept your challenge. But can’t you feel the springtime of romance youth is blooming? I must see Y/N immediately.”

Gai’s tearing up.

Don’t worry, he actually went to your place.

“Yo. Can we hang out? I just told Gai that I would come to your place. Please say ‘yes’ to make me less of a jerk, will you?”

Would totally show up in front of your place at an ungodly hour.

At first it surprised you but now you’re used to it.

You just finished your mission, it went pretty well but you felt there were some wasted chances due to your captain’s miscalculation. It’s nearly 2 AM but you caught yourself wide awake, reviewing back your battle– only to got distracted by a knock on your bedroom’s window. Instead of turning your head in surprise, you already knew who it was. To have a little fun for yourself, you ignored the sound, which was later followed by a second knock. Walking over to the window, you saw a silver-haired man with a mask. Although half of his face was covered, it’s obvious that a smile was apparent. “Yo.” he greeted, but you replied with a sigh. “You could actually knock on the door and I’d let you in through the door. It’s something normal people would do, Kakashi.” you grumbled, opening the window for him to get in. “Ah, spare me the lecture!”

So, reverse psychology works best for Kakashi. Like the Icha Icha Tactics– the more you ignore his behavior, he would actually try not to read his book in public like you told him to. But the more you complain, he’d read it in places where he shouldn’t be reading it at all. This method works in almost every cases.

You’ve been dating for weeks, but you haven’t seen his face.

Yes, when kissing, too.

You’ve had enough of kissing fabric.

You had planned to make a dinner together at his place. He was preparing the dishes and you’re about to finish your cooking, when he suddenly asked, “Hey, Y/N. Have you ever wondered what would I look like under this mask?” You were dying to know actually. So, now you’re stuck with two options: (a) be honest about it, (b) pull out another reverse psychological answer— and you chose the latter. “Huh? Not really,” you shrugged, “I don’t really care so it’s not like I’m eager to see it.” and of course, this was a lie. Kakashi went silent for a while. “Anyway, dinner’s re—“ you swore you could’ve dropped the whole pan when you saw an unfamiliar presence. “Kakashi?” you asked hesitantly. The man looked up with a questioning look, “Why are you blushing?” he replied casually.

“ANYONE WITH A DECENT EYESIGHT WOULD BLUSH TOO, YOU STUPID.”

He’s honestly so heavenly to look at.

Sometimes it’s just too overwhelming to see his whole face, you thought.

It’s safe to say that it’s a privilege to be able to see his face. But due to his immense charm, you’d prefer to have him with a mask on.

“Y/N, I feel naked without my mask—“ , “And I honestly feel like I’m being forced to see an illicit nudity, too. Put your mask on, it’s fine honestly.”

He’s been very good at his job for almost his whole life, a fine shinobi. So, he’s rarely exposed to mundane things, moreover a relationship. Thus, making him quite restrained in expressing himself. Plus, he was labelled with some negative titles, saying how cold-blooded he was and he just decided to live with it. This, obviously, requires a lot of patience.

But he’s determined to change, the first step he took was letting you in— into his life.

It started rocky, though.

He’d say something like how he didn’t care much about you and sadly, he really didn’t.

But as the time went by he realized how your presence has been the one that helped him through it. How you’ve always been there to comfort him, by listening to him, giving him a lot of supports, or simply by reminding him that he’s not completely alone.

And when that moment came, he’s sworn to protect you with all his might.

He had a lot of nightmares, he still does, unfortunately. But when you’re around, your presence eases him up a little.

When you’re not around, however, he’d rather spend all night unhealthily tiring himself until he fall asleep.

His personal favorite would be curling up next to you with his hand around your waist while hiding his face near the crook of your neck as he’s giving you some soft neck kisses.

Again, NECK KISSES.

He had a hard time trying to open up himself fully to you and this applies to romantic gestures, I believe. He surely would take his time to explore you, what you like, and what he likes.

Would shower you with kisses, all over your face without missing a spot. He greatly admires every inches of yourself.

Body worship, oof.

Lowkey (semi highkey) protective.

Lowkey (semi highkey) a show-off.

Would straight up jump to save you if it’s necessary.

And since he’s a show-off, he lowkey loves PDA— but the soft ones, of course. You two would always get spotted together. He would casually sling his arm around your shoulder or lazily has his hand wrapped around your waist.

Favorite time to spend with you is training together. No matter how many times you’ve told him to “fight with an intent to win” he simply refuses— saying how, he’s “far too powerful” for you.

But deep down he just doesn’t want to hurt you…

Chatting in the middle of a training

“Tsunade-sama hasn’t assigned me any missions lately *throws kunai*” , “Maybe if you threw your kunai accurately, she will. *dodge kunai*” , “Kakashi, shut your pretty mouth up. *throws MORE kunai aggressively*”

When you turned him down while he was showing off his new tricks, though, it weirdly turned him on.

He loves someone powerful, with a right amount of cocky.

Doesn’t talk big. He’s a man of action— his action speaks louder than words!

Doesn’t spoil you that much, though. Because it’s actually him who needs to be spoiled.

Really loves it when you trace your fingers all over his skin— it’s intimately soft, he claimed.

LOVES YOUR SCENT. Has it memorized probably.

He’d prefer someone independent. Someone who could actually take care of themselves instead of relying on him completely.

Anyone too childish would remind him of Team 7, tbh.

Speaking of Team 7, they would probably be the one to get introduced to you.

Naruto was so shocked to find out that his sensei was capable to develop a romantic feeling towards someone. But he had his doubt— do you really know Kakashi? He started to bombard you with questions to test your knowledge.

“So, do you know what’s Kakashi Sensei’s favorite—“ , “I’ve seen his face. Multiple times.” , “YOU WHAT?”

Complained and sulked about it, “Kakashi Sensei, we’ve trained together for years. How could you?!”

Sakura was confused.

“How? I know he’s probably very handsome under that mask but come on, Y/N, reading smut in public? That’s an absolute no.”

On the contrary, Sasuke was thrilled, internally.

“Yeah. Finally. Old man has someone to annoy besides us. About time.”

He has a pretty bad behavior, too. Unlike Gaara, who’d put an emotionless facade when he’s only in the Kazekage mode, Kakashi would treat you just how he feels like doing it that day.

Let’s be real, he has so many bottled up feelings inside his heart so it’s not a surprise that someday, somehow, a random painful emotion just hit him— hard, and he shut himself out.

The hospital is the place you immediately visit right after Kakashi’s arrival after a mission because you know he’d be there— reading his book with a few bruises here and there. But this time was a bit different. When he’s hospitalized, he would whine about you not being able to stay more than an hour— but right now you’re puzzled, since he’s been completely silent and avoiding you, answering your questions with a mere shrugs.

Tsunade told you that the mission went pretty well, thanks to Kakashi for eliminating all the enemies on the field, singlehandedly. You automatically knew that it must brought up his past traumas. “Kakashi, it’s not your fault.” you decided to speak, earning a glance from Kakashi, but that’s it. “It’s a mission and you protected all of your comrades!”

“I killed them, Y/N. I didn’t have to, but I did.” he said, with his eyes still glued elsewhere. “Every time I look at my hands, I feel dirty. It reminded me of that—“, “Kakashi, look at me.”

You moved closer to his bed, reaching out your hand and traced your fingers softly on his face. His cheeks were cold, and you could clearly see how he was slightly trembling with teary eyes. “Kakashi, if you didn’t do it— it could’ve been your own comrades. Now they’re safe and sound, thanks to you.”, you paused as he slowly began to move his sight to you. “And if I could meet you way sooner, I would remind you every day that it’s never your fault— it’s never been. You’re a good person, Kakashi. I, and all of us, are forever thankful for the things you’ve done.” you whispered, now wiping a few tears that fell down to his cheeks. A weak smile started to bloom, “I’m forever thankful for you as well, Y/N.”

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