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pinkmirth · 1 year

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I think we need some headcanons of cowboy Reiner

— ( save a horse, ride a cowboy! )

༉‧₊˚. — synopsis: just a cluster of fluffy and smutty headcanons for none other than the love of my life, cowboy reiner!

༉‧₊˚. — contains: (2k words of…) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader, (black coded), fluff, nsfw/smut, modern au, southern setting, established relationship (married), fantasies of having a child, breeding kink (‘cause this is reiner we’re talking about duh!), mentions of pregnancy, bondage kink, oral (m!receiving/blowjob), cowgirl position, doggy-style, creampie, reiner calls himself “daddy”, use of the petnames (mama, sugar, darling, honey, cowgirl), reiner calls you “woman” once, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

༉‧₊˚. — mira’s note: oh absolutely, nonnie! here are some thoughts I have on cowboy rei-rei 💕 (check masterlist for other reiner fics!)

this man is always covered head-to-toe in classic cowboy attire— embroidered cowboy boots, blue denim jeans with a lasso hanging from his belt loop, and a trusty old cowboy hat. he’s got the whole getup, and he looks even sexier in it every time you see him! though, his best look by far is the shirtless one. it’s the highlight of your day when whenever it gets too warm outside, because he’s soon to peel off his top. from across the farm, he can feel your eyes burning into his lightly-tanned skin as he does the most mundane chores. his muscles tense and flex with every move, pecs gleaming with sweat. he shoots you a smirk, folding his arms across his bare chest. “y’like what ya see, honey?” you pray the weather’s even hotter tomorrow.

it warms his heart whenever you come around to watch him do his daily chores around the farm. your presence motivates him to work harder, so he can continue to provide for you and sustain your comfortable lifestyle. you try not to be too much of a distraction, but you can’t help wanting to be closer to your husband; so you tug at his leather belt and pull him in for a kiss. that gets him giddy like nothing else. “ya know how much i love it when y’do that… gimme another,” he puckers his lips, and you giggle. “i don’t wanna keep you sidetracked for too long, rei. you were busy before i got here,” you caress his stubbled cheek and he pouts in response, leaning forward to receive another pillowy kiss. “jus’ one more, mama.”

cowboy reiner loves to cook and bake! he often goes on farmer’s market dates with you, walking hand in hand as you help him pick out the freshest ingredients and spices. you chat and laugh amongst one another, dropping carrots and apples into the hand-woven basket that reiner made for you. after arriving back home, he allows you to relax in yours and his shared bedroom while he whips together a hearty southern meal for the two of you. he shouts from across the house, adorned in nothing but a short pair of checkered boxers and a flimsy apron, “supper’s ready, darlin’! come on down ‘n eat!”

he’s great with animals! reiner cradles an adorable month-old horse in his strong arms, feeding milk to the baby with a soft smile. it’s just about the sweetest thing you could ever see! all the little foals follow him around the ranch because they love papa reiner just as much as you do <3 he’s built something of a connection between himself and his beloved herd, which is why he’s able to bring the horses over to their stables with no hassle whatsoever. this man could practically be a veterinarian with all the animal knowledge he has!

he’s a locally known rodeo champion! reiner wins the prize for longest bull-riding every single year. he should allow someone else a fighting chance, at least 😭 but he’s just effortlessly good at anything he puts his mind to! he skillfully rides the beast with such ease, leaving the crowd in awe. courtesy of his natural-born strength, he hardly ever gets tossed off. reiner’s got medals galore hanging on his wall from every competition.

as a southern man, he’s very family-oriented. his loved ones are of the utmost importance to him, and he’ll always put family first before anything else. he utterly adores you, and can’t wait to start a tiny lil family of his own with you <3 when I tell you this man cannot wait to be a papa, I mean it! there’s no denying that reiner would be an amazing father, considering that he’s so caring and attentive. he knows the best tickle spots to target, and the silliest faces to make to get a child cracking up (both of which he discovered through spending lots of time with gabi when she was small.) he constantly daydreams about dressing up his little one in tiny boots and overalls and carrying them up on his shoulders. (yes, I’m pushing the daddy rei-rei agenda on this fine weekend!)

cowboy reiner has manners like none other— the epitome of a true gentleman! he’s a great listener, is always so patient, opens doors for you, pays for your things without hesitation, gives frequent massages, carries you when you begin to feel tired; the list goes on! he’s just so kind and selfless, and never fails to show it. cowboy rei-rei is truly the perfect husband. “your feet hurt? well c’mere, sugar. i’ll carry you. it ain’t too much for me, y’know i can handle ya! jus’ hold onto me. i gotcha, okay?”

cowboy reiner is a grown man who can wholly appreciate your body and every striking detail about it. he scrutinizes the small dotted beauty marks scattered across your skin, your cutely patterned stretch marks, the curves and crevices of your soft tummy and thighs, and he fucking loves it all. makes it a habit to kiss up and down your body, just to give you a well-needed confidence boost. this man right here surely knows how to make a woman feel special! “listen t’me— you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, y’know that?”

(nsfw) — reiner loves when you treat him to a surprise blowie during work. he’s up to the usual, arranging things around the barn and tending to the animals. you then make your entrance, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind. your plump lips curve into a sensual smile as you ask him, “can I steal you for a moment, baby? it won’t be for too long, I swear it.” in an instant, he's allowing you to pull him away from his duties, unknowing of where you’re taking him, but also uncaring because he’d allow you to do whatever you please. he follows you with the goofiest smile plastered on his charming face, because he knows that he’s about to receive the most knee-buckling blowjob of his entire goddamn life. you bring him into the hayloft, pushing him against the red-painted wall until he’s flat against it. you drop to your knees and bring his jeans down with you. “fuck, darlin’… kiss the tip ‘fa me.” he moans lowly. you do as he wishes, suckling on his cockhead with the most beautiful, glistening eyes. you’re so eager to please, and it makes him throb on your tongue. with a hand at the back of your head, he guides you further onto him until you’ve swallowed the entirety of his fat dick. reiner ruts his hips, fucking into your wet mouth. you always know just how to make him feel so good, so loved. he adores you like nothing else. “oh, that’s it, honey, right there… atta girl.”

(nsfw) — the bondage kink on this man is insane, I tell you! cowboy reiner loves to keep your hands tied behind your back and watch you squirm against the rope. “rei,” in a breathless whine, his name falls from your plush lips. you wiggle your ass in the air for him, anticipating his next move. he takes you from the back, raw-dogging your pussy with a merciless pace. you truly wonder where he gets all this unparalleled energy to drill you into the bed, especially considering all the hard work he puts into maintaining the farm every day. one large hand of his stays planted on your waist, hastily grabbing, while the other holds onto your tied hands for leverage. he delivers harsh, deep-reaching thrusts, with his firm hips sharply smacking against you from behind. your wrists struggle against the rope, and he can tell just how desperate you are to touch him. his gaze is fixated on your soft body; every jiggle of your ass and ripple of your thighs is more hypnotizing than the last. you mewl for him, stuttering out something along the lines of ‘t—too much!’ … reiner leans down until his chest grazes the arch of your back, so that he can say, “quit alla-that whinin’, woman.” he clicks his teeth, flooding your ears with that sexy southern drawl of his. “y’can take it all, you’ve done it before.”

(nsfw) — we all know it, the entire goddamn fandom knows it: cowboy reiner has a massive fucking breeding kink! he wants nothing more than to get you pregnant by stuffing your pliant womb with his thick loads of cum. giving you a creampie makes him go completely wild; he watches his seed drip down your slit with hitched breath. a sight such as that is enough to get him hard all over again. the lust takes over, and he’s thinking with his dick for the next three rounds. plowing into you and rubbing at your puffed clit with calloused fingertips, reiner asks, “want me to come inside you? hm?” he gently holds onto your chin, directing your gaze to him. you dazedly look at your husband, pulsing around his thick cock. seeing how fucked-out you are makes his chest swell with the utmost pride. his greatest achievement is being able to please you. “tell me how bad y’fuckin’ want it, baby.” he rasps. your pleading moans urge him to release for you. his warm, pearly arousal seeps into you for the nth time that night. all he wants is to fill you up until you’re walking funny, with your leg shaking from all the stimulation. or, at least until that little stick comes out positive one day. having you grow plump with his child is his ultimate fantasy. “you’d look so stunnin’ as a mama, carryin’ my baby… don’t’cha think so, sugar?”

(nsfw) — reiner likes to let you wear his cowboy hat while you ride him. mounting onto your husband with your legs on either side of his hips, you straddle him. your dainty hands are planted on his broad chest for balance. he pulls off his iconic hat, hair cutely tousled from wearing it all day, before sitting up to place it on your head. “since you’ll be the one ridin’ tonight. giddyup, cowgirl.” he teases with a slick grin. you tip the hat with a breathy laugh before sinking down on his fat dick, maintaining sharp eye contact with him as your throbbing cunt takes him in little by little, until your clit’s grounded and snug against the dark-blonde tufts of his happy trail. his warm palms rub along your body as you swivel your hips, slamming down on all nine girthy inches that he has to offer. he watches your tits bounce, one manicured hand of yours squeezing at your left boob while the other holds onto his hat that rests upon the crown of your head. you rock back and forth with fervor, and he swears he can feel every spongy ridge of your contracting pussy. he throws his head back onto the pillows and gazes at you with the prettiest set of honey-golden eyes, hooded and lust-blown. gravelly moans fall past his agape lips as he spurs you on, giving your ass a thorough smack, “bounce on it, jus’ like that— yeah, fuck daddy’s cock.”

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raytorosaurus · 2 years

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can you pls explain to me what happened on tbp tour? i know the recording was bleak with the haunted manor and all that, but i keep hearing little things about the tour and i can't seem to find any information on google?? like some ppl on here have mentioned some things about frank's health and that he was on pills so idk if it was a drug issue or a chronic illness thing?? i think g and mikey suffered a lot of mental health stuff?? just please gimme the run down?! i love u

okay so this might get a little long so i’m putting it under a cut but basically in summary: they are insane. they’d already put themselves through a lot of emotional pressure writing the album in a haunted mansion where their producer was encouraging psychological warfare among them, and then they threw themselves into a LONG and gruelling tour and honestly made it as difficult for themselves as possible every step of the way. they were dealing with mental and physical illness and they pushed way past the point of exhaustion. they were reaching major life milestones (all of them got engaged at least once, three of them got married) but spending entire years away from home. they became the face of a subculture they didn’t particularly feel like they had anything in common with, and then they got some really bad press that was extremely demoralising because it wasn’t about the music, it was about the actual message of the band, which had been twisted and misinterpreted.

but if you want more detail (cw for sh & sui ments):

so the page for this tour got taken down from wikipedia for some reason but it’s archived here and it’ll give you an impression of just how huge this tour was. legs kept getting added on to the tour because they thought this was the band’s, like, one big chance to take over the world so they didn’t want to say no to anything because they thought that’s what the album deserved. at the start of it they effectively played two sets a night - the black parade front to back and then some revenge and bullets songs as an extended encore. they did it all in thick, non-breathable wool jackets and trousers, and they did it six nights a week with almost no breaks - basically the only breaks they did get were when they were travelling between continents lol. the wiki page i linked lists the dates of the tour proper, but they were also playing album launch shows in multiple countries in the months before it fully kicked off. the spot that looks like they had a nice long break between july and october was actually almost fully taken up by pro rev LOL.

gerard and ray were actually the only members who made it through the full tour. cortez filled in for both mikey and frank at different times. mikey left fairly early - in april 2007, after getting married to alicia backstage after their show in vegas in march. he left for a honeymoon and didn’t come back until september for the final couple shows of pro rev. he also opened up a bit about how hard 2006 had been on his mental health while they were writing the album, so the break was much-needed. frank left a couple of times for shorter stretches, once because of an illness in his family and once because he had a wisdom tooth complication and couldn’t fly to australia. also, yeah, the constant touring took a toll on his physical health at times and he wouldn’t take breaks when he needed them - i’m sure you’ve seen the pictures of him onstage attached to an oxygen tank. bob was recovering from third-degree burns at first and then had persistent issues with chronic pain in his wrist and had to take a couple of months off playing or risk permanently disabling himself, and for at least most of those dates he was replaced by tucker from thursday. beyond that they did have to cancel several dates in may 2007 because everyone except frank and gerard (including most of their crew and the band muse) got terrible food poisoning from some catering chicken (frank escaped because he’s vegan and gerard because he slept through catering that day lol).

projekt revolution saw the band, like...really fucking exhausted. at that point they’d started getting kind of sick of playing the characters of the black parade. ray in particular talked about feeling disconnected from their audiences because of the uniforms and burned out by the repetition (this article’s pretty interesting because ray doesn’t talk about that aspect of the band very often in public). so for the festival shows they gave up playing parade in full and doing two sets every night for a bit, but now they were playing in extreme heat with a shit tonne of pyrotechnics lol. pro rev was meant to be the end of the tour, but they added a couple of extra shows in mexico to ritualistically kill off the black parade because i would expect no less from this band (that was october 7 2007, which is when the black parade is dead was filmed). and then they added another leg, and another...and they essentially ended up doing what basically amounted to a second full world tour without ever stopping the first one lol. it wasn’t only long but also so over-the-top in terms of theatrics and staging that they barely even broke even financially at the end of it. which is like. crazy. they had five full buses of stage equipment and a sound and lighting system that took five hours to set up and three hours to dismantle every night.

so if you’ve watched the infamous reading & leeds show you’ll recognise the “fuck the daily mail” thing, which is because after tbp came out they published satanic-panic-lite type articles calling mcr a suicide cult that promoted self-harm and stuff. you gotta understand that the emo subculture, whether or not it was connected to mcr, was one of the biggest laughing stocks of the noughties. notably, there were a series of riots and hate-crimes in mexico against “emo” kids (largely due to in actuality to homophobia, of course), and mcr would get asked about it so often that they felt like they were being blamed for it and that they needed to apologise for it. gerard in particular has spoken quite a bit about how much he struggled with feeling like tbp was being misinterpreted and taken out of context when it was such a deeply personal album to him. then things got even worse in may 2008, around the end of the tour, when the daily mail reported on the “emo cult” again, this time explicitly linking the tragic suicide of a 13-year-old girl to mcr. obviously this is, like, the antithesis of everything the band stood for, and they took it really hard. it spiralled even further, with gerard making a public statement about it, fans protesting at the daily mail offices, an inquest into the tragic suicide, and the daily mail doubling down and claiming that mcr should be grateful for the extra “publicity” they were getting from all of this. yeah. there’s a long section detailing all of this in not the life it seems, if you can stomach reading it.

the peak of this kind of aligns with the actual end of the black parade world tour in may 2008 in madison square garden. this is another one of those infamous shows - again, there’s an entire section in not the life it seems dedicated to it. it was a dream come true to play msg, especially for gerard and mikey, but they were completely burned out by that point. apparently the show itself was great and they were full of energy, but gerard was speaking to the crowd like the band was about to break up, and apparently the vibes were not great backstage. frank was so nervous about the show that he took a bunch of pills to get through it and has almost no memory of it. after they left the stage, ray found gerard in a dressing room and advised him to take a break or start another band that nobody knew about so it wouldn’t be the end of mcr for good. apparently gerard wrote boy division in the taxi on the way home after that gig but i can’t remember where i read that now so i might be wrong about that bit.

anyway, then none of them really saw each other for several months. frank started leathermouth because he can’t live without touring (ray played with them once too), but besides that the first time they were together again was for ray’s wedding later that summer. according to himself, brian schechter (their manger up until then) was fired over phone the morning after someone’s wedding so i have to assume it was ray’s given the timing lol (unless it was when gerard and lynz had a little ceremony or whatever, idk when that was).

anyway happy ending at least: they got back in the studio in october 2008 in new york to record desolation row for the watchmen movie and had such an amazing time that ray flew down to la (where gerard had recently moved) and he, gerard, and bob jammed around and wrote four new songs in no time. over the next year or two, the rest of mcr followed gerard to la one by one and started working on conventional weapons and they swore it would be a fun album to write and that they wouldn’t put themselves through the black parade recording process again. anyway then they scrapped it last minute to write danger days instead lol.

but yeah like. i think it’s easy to forget now in 2022 just how huge mcr was during parade era, but how they got completely misinterpreted in bad faith by, like, the media and culture as a whole. it’s probably fairly common for bands like them to be kind of misunderstood in their lifetimes but hailed as visionaries years or decades later, so it’s kind of like really fucking exciting to see mcr actually active again during the time when i feel like they’re finally started to get appreciated for what they really are. which is the greatest band in the world if you ask me but i guess i am a little bit biased <3

#spoilers: it did get a little long #most of this information is a summary of the relevant chapters in not the life it seems btw #hope you see this anon! sorry i know you sent the ask a couple of days ago #answered #mcr history #*

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redox-bean · 1 year

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You’ve done power you’ve done reze…NOW HIMENO 🐢

Of course! Himeno is my favorite character so I’ll enjoy this!

『Dating Himeno』

Himeno has been a very nice girlfriend since you’ve started dating. Her bubbly personality and supportiveness always helps you keep your chin up. She’ll be by your side and make sure you’re safe.

Himeno is a very affectionate girl, she loves giving you kisses, hugs, and nuzzles, no matter where you are. She’ll cling to you when you’re in public, and make sure to at least hold your hand, she wants to keep you close. She’ll also just walk up to you at home and cuddle you without invitation.

“Hey Y/N, how are you? C’mere, gimme a kiss” She’ll beckon as she checks in on you.

She is also quite protective, making sure you’re safe. She’ll make sure to occasionally check in on you through a text at the minimum, despite her job being much more dangerous. If you’re going to a dangerous part of town, she’ll won’t stop you, but she’ll check in frequently. She’s seen enough people die, she won’t let you be next.

“Hey, just checking in. Are you doing okay? Text if you need my help” She’ll randomly text.

No matter what, she won’t let you start devil hunting. So many people she’s known have died, and she will never let you be next. She’d rather use her ghost devil arm to restrain you to the ground than let you go to an interview to sign up.

“Hey Y/N? Promise me you’ll never go devil hunting. I don’t want to see you get hurt” She’ll say, making sure you promise.

She has a couple addictions, and will more than likely try to get you interested in them as well. If you really don’t like smoking, she might keep a bunch of mints on her to keep the smoker’s breath away. She’ll always bring you on drinking parties with coworkers of hers though, and you’ll usually end up carrying her home.

“Y/N… I’m fine. I can walk home myself” She’ll slur, though she can clearly barely walk.

On these drinking parties, she’ll always get really drunk. She gets friendly when she’s drunk, and will cling to you, kissing every spot on your body she can see. She’ll have a drunken smile on her face between her kisses, completely zoned out from your friends awkwardly trying to look.

“Y/N… I love you so much…” She’ll mumble between kisses.

Himeno is a devil hunter, and knows she’ll probably die by 30. So she’ll make the time you two have together before that incredible, letting you cherish every memory you have with her when she’s gone. She’ll always protect you as long as she’s around, and give you all the affection you could ever need, because she truly does love you.

#Chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man headcanons #csm headcanons #himeno #himeno x reader

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kiigan · 3 months

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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Me: time to do important applications

My brain: or……… You can go on Tumblr.

While I’m here, how about some life updates:

I have a few job interviews coming up, and no matter how many times I do these, nerves are so fucking real.

Also, whoever developed the idea that my best friend and I had to go to meetings that last from 12 to 3 with like really short breaks, and then there was one that lasted from 12 to 6, in order for us to keep our college scholarships because fucking capitalism should burn. i’m just happy she’s there, because we text each other and gossip about the really annoying people at the meeting. Like that one girl that keeps interrupting me.

I went on a date like two weeks ago with a real life girl. Crazy I know, my love life has been nonexistent for months. And crazily enough, after the date, she still wanted to speak to me. She’s really sweet though, and we may or may not have stayed up a few times till 4 AM just talking and no matter what happens, it has 100% been really nice to get to know her. My friends seem to like her though so that’s a plus. We are absolute dorks with each other and it’s just a vibe.

My vacation was also very nice. We stayed at this little condo by the beach because my friends uncle has money. And it was lovely, it had a nice balcony where you could hear the ocean below. Plus I just got to sit around and do nothing but gossip with my friend and watch random YouTube videos with her. Plus gossip with her mom who is one of the funniest women I’ve ever met in my life.

I’m also trying to get back into reading which has been nice. I’m trying to get through this book of short stories about various meet cutes.

I think that’s about all the stuff going on in my life. Have you been surviving the difficult January? Did those people end up crossing those boundaries that you set continuously? if the answer is yes, drop their location, I will have to “take care of some… Business.“ Preferably with the use of sharp objects.

Song rec: this used to be one of my favorite songs when I was younger. https://music.apple.com/us/album/hoja-en-blanco/27064339?i=27064315

OKAY WAIT BUT THIS IS A LOT TO PROCESS GIMME A SECOND OMG.

Interviews are the fucking worst. I hate them too. But also as someone who conducts interviews, remember being confident is literally the most important part. And you are a confident badass bitch. You got this.

Also adulthood is literally attending super long mandatory meetings that shouldn't exist. Welcome to the hellhole :)

ALSO WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A DATE. Also screaming at you saying "real life girl" and clarifying it lmao so valid. People you can easily talk to, feel comfortable around, and make you laugh are the best kind of people. I like her already.

I'm so so so glad you got to go on vacay. I wish we can eternally be on vacay and not work smh. I haven't read anything yet. I'm hoping to read at least a couple of books a month so send me your motivation I need it!

January has been okay. I just keep focusing on my tasks and getting them done as usual. But I'm kinda tired and it's ridiculous because it's like only mid January???? As for the people who kept crossing boundaries and overworking me, I'm actually quitting. My contracts (yes i have three contracts with them that's how much work i do for this one fucking client) end in March and I'm gonna ask them not to renew them because I'm so tired of their bullshit. I might keep one of them because I genuinely enjoy that project but let's see if they let me keep it hehe.

And the song rec was a vibe. Here is a song i listened to a lot as a kid and I still do. It's an Arabic song and just an absolute bop.

#lily pad

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fanghunting · 2 years

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if you don’t mind a request: gimme some random zapp headcanons! sfw or nsfw doesn't matter; just whatever pops into your head, or any headcanons that you keep in the back of your mind that you haven't posted yet!

I never mind requests 💕

Zapp usually sleeps semi-sprawled put but sometimes subconsciously cocoons in the blanket and presses himself into the wall. He has no idea why he does it but it's pretty comfortable. Once he gets free of the blanket...

He has, on many occasions, stayed up several extra hours just texting with his s/o. He loses track of time when talking to them and they have to eventually tell him to sleep or just stop replying for the night.

His favorite fast food is tiny burgers from Krystie's (krystals). His favorite "slow" food is duck from this great place near what used to be Chinatown.

He likes his apartment cold enough that there's a tingle but no colder.

He takes hot showers that end cold to cool off.

(Monster AU) Personally he thought for sure that training with Raju would trigger his blood to fully awaken. It did not happen, but at least his horns finally grew in!

He is bi with with a preference for women, but he has been attracted to men in the past. He gets flustered when talking to a man he's attracted to.

If he's genuinely into someone, he will let them know with liberal use of emojis while texting. He usually just uses some but if he's into that person there will be several in every message.

He secretly loves slow quiet dates. Walking through Central Park is a great way to make him relax and be himself.

When he's thinking hard, he silently stares off into the middle distance. Sometimes he has accidentally stared at people.

He's terrible with money management but if his s/o wants something he will make sure he saves some to get it for them. Then back to terrible habits.

A part of him is impressed that Zed, a fish, has mastered the Shinatobe style, which deals with air. He would never voice that though.

He is protective of his friends! If anyone threatens them or they're in danger he will protect them. He doesn't make friends easily so he really wants to preserve the ones he has.

Sometimes his s/o will randomly get a very serious text from him. "Please don't leave me"

His very first romantic partner straight up abandoned him when he voiced concerns about the relationship. It's fucked with him ever since, he hates that it has but sometimes he just... can't help but need to ask his s/o if they still love him. And to never abandon him.

This poor man has been alone for so long, please never up and leave without warning.

Spicy HCs below the cut!

He's a switch in bed. He prefers to lay back while his partner's on top of him, but if they want something else he'll adapt. He's a very soft dom, always asking how they feel and making sure he's doing well.

His aftercare is amazing. This man will give his partner a sponge bath if they're too tired to go to the bath. He will make sure to grab them some water or something to hydrate before cuddling and passing out together.

He practically needs music playing! Hard instrumentals usually, but there are some songs mixed into his playlist. His mind wanders to places he does not like if he doesn't have a sound in the background.

Amazing with his mouth???? Holy shit, he is so good at oral. Greatly prefers to give, gets very turned on whether he's eating out or giving a blowjob.

L o v e s quickies.

Get him tipsy and he'll do absolutely anything his partner wants. He does still have some hard lines but as long as those aren't crossed, he's game.

Bodily fluids other than spit or cum are one of his extremely hard lines. Blood he can handle if it's just a little but if it's a lot he immediately stops. He hates hurting his partner too much- or being made to bleed a lot because he worries he'll hurt his s/o accidentally activating Kagutsuchi.

#kkss #kekkai sensen #zapp renfro #sinful fanghunters

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lightsinthesky · 9 months

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“Gimme one half dozen

blunt-force concussions

crack my head in two

just don't put me through

saying, ‘I love you’”

PART I. (of III.): The Ramblings of a Fool (in Love)

There’s about 9,000,000,000 songs about love. Quadruple that number for heartbreak. Just look at Taylor Swift's discography for a microcosm of evidence...

Anyway, I don’t exactly know how to approach this topic without getting very personal, but I’ll do my best to keep it somewhat vague out of respect.

The short version is this: Love is #1 for me. It manifests itself in my life in so many ways, but in terms of personal importance, personal identity, and what I want most out of life, that committed, forever partnership/romantic love is at the absolute top of the hierarchy. I’m sappy enough to take the John Lennon, “all you need is love” approach to life. Not that I think *only love* is enough, but rather that it’s a very safe and encouraging foundation from which to be stable, grateful, and happy in an overall sense. We are social creatures by nature and the kind of connection experienced with someone you can see spending your life with is profound. It’s not disposable. It’s precious and deserves care, attention, and effort to cultivate and build. I’m of the mind that I could live in a cardboard box, but if it’s with the one I truly love and hold above all else, I could still be happy. The good thing for me is that I’m stable enough to not have to worry about that…

This is part one of what will be (at least) a three-part odyssey on the topic. While I plan to explore the idea of love overall, I’m starting at a place very specific to where I am in my life right now. I’m hoping I will one day be able to look back on this and laugh. But I’m nowhere close to that yet… I’m in a conundrum and at a bit of a crossroads with the whole thing.

First and foremost: I do not crave a relationship or simple distraction. Casual dating has long since run its course for me. That’s not at all what this is about. I don’t have the patience or energy to give anything to anyone who I’m not all-in on. My sense of self-worth and self-respect doesn’t stem from external validation. I’ve been there before and it was awful in every sense. I’d rather spend every night alone than with anyone other than the person I love in the truest sense. So that’s at the very least a good starting point in terms of my intentions and being receptive to what I want and deserve out of life.

Where I stand right now is that I have an extremely specific idea of what love looks like for me. And I have no avenue by which to pursue it. This errs into extremely personal territory, so I will just leave it at the fact that my hopeless romanticism coupled with the experience(s) I’ve had has left me craving something very particular. And to accept that I will never get back what it is that I want has shaken me to my foundational core. The fears have cropped up: why? Is there any chance I could ever experience something like this again? Am I doomed to experience unrequited love and die alone because I can’t move past it? More questions of why? The questioning and confusion has led me down a path of deep introspection in terms of “what am I doing wrong” to not successfully breeze past all this. And the hard truth is that, as someone who wears his heart on his sleeve and loves with intense ferocity, commitment, and dedication, it’s just my nature that has led to this. Ultimately, I have no choice but to continue to endure. I don’t know what the timeline is for moving on, but I sure as hell can’t see it from where I currently stand. It's a hypothetical point far past the horizon.

My fear in all of this stems from the fact that the most important thing in life to me has more or less been "ruined." I trust not permanently, but I am so closed off to even the idea of finding what I crave elsewhere that if Margot Robbie herself were to profess her love for me, I’d have to sigh and say “sorry, you ain’t it.” And that is maddening for so many reasons.

So back to that need. Again, it’s not a relationship. It’s not attention. It’s not companionship. It's not sex. I get my social fix from the bonds of friendship. Romantic love hits different. It’s something else entirely. In this realm, I am absolutely unwilling to settle in any capacity. I’m not OK with “good enough.” I know the lightning-strike feeling of star-crossed lovers and experiencing things on a spiritual level. I know what it means to see someone to their core and adore every molecule and thought that comprises them. Authenticity is key. Part of what’s making this even harder is *because* my self-worth is at an all-time high, I deem myself worthy and capable of being a great partner. So I find myself asking “why” over and over and how I’m not enough. And the simple truth is I’ll never receive any answer that satisfies. It is what it is. I hate that phrase, but I guess it’s the kind of cop-out form of radical acceptance.

I was never one to believe in timing. I have trust that everything happens as it’s supposed to or “should” (another word I hate). So I believe in this whole process unfolding in the way it has. I’ve learned what I’m capable of enduring. I’ve learned of my capacity for growth through extreme pain and discomfort and, ultimately, I know I’m going to emerge stronger than I ever knew possible. But I’m kind of sick of the lessons. I get it. I’m not tied to anything in terms of outcomes, I just want to stop feeling the way that I feel. My life on paper is pretty magnificent. It’s peaceful and my needs are more than met. I have a few lingering problems, but nothing that’s life-or-death and nothing that won’t have its inevitable conclusion in a few months’ time.

But in regard to where I am, timing was kind of a bitch. The cruel irony (?) in all of this is that now would be so much better. I had stability at the outset, but I was still cultivating so much self-knowledge and steadily working towards that profound moment of self-actualization. Now that I’m here (and will continue to grow into it), I’m like. “Fuck, now would’ve been so much better.” But again, I don’t dictate timelines and how things unfold. I trust in all of this having some form of utility in the context of my never-ending growth and journey through life. But to hit that deep moment of realization and see everything in retrospect so much more clearly, it’s extremely difficult not to kick myself.

I sit, day in and day out, doing my best to smash the delusion of the feelings that I feel. I wake up every morning with the same thought. I go to bed every night with the thought. Time, the supposed universal healer, is really not doing its thing. The problem is that, for me, because of my nature, I can’t alleviate my emotions in any meaningful sense, no matter how hard I try or what I do or who I talk to. I get temporary relief and wind up back in that mental and emotional loop of the same old song and dance. And to experience it over a couple of months is exhausting. It kills my ability to characterize it as meaningless. My subconscious is unwilling to sever the thread that I feel this way for a “reason.” The fact remains that, for me, these feelings aren’t a delusion. They’re arguably too real. I intellectually understand all of the things I’m supposed to be doing. And I follow suit. But my heart consistently tells my brain to go fuck itself.

So, what do I do?

I audibly sigh, I pray and meditate, and I continue down the path I’m on. That’s it. I know life isn’t about getting what I want. And mostly, that’s fine. I believe in the unexpected serving us more than our desires and wishes. But when it comes to this shit, it just plain sucks. I’ll never make sense of it, but I guess onward I march…

While I’m vague on the details, this is probably the most overtly personal I’ve gotten with these writings. I find immense utility in writing out all that I feel, all that I perceive, and where I am on my journey. I have a personal journal that’s “for my eyes only” and try to only share what could potentially have utility here. So, while this is specific and deeply personal, I suppose my intended sense of value in this post is that to have such complicated and complex feelings and seemingly no way to successfully navigate them is not insanity. For a while, I felt insane. Still do a little bit… but this has been a not-insignificant part of my journey and warrants discussion. I've successfully moved past suffering and depression and now these feelings sit as a nagging constant. Part of my journey of radical acceptance has simply been to acknowledge that I can't control how I feel, so I better learn to live with it without completely going off the rails.

As I continue to grow, heal (I hope), and move forward, I know that a lot of these things will change. Or at least I believe they will.

But love in this sense is high-risk/high-reward. And as much potential as there is for suffering, it’s all more than worth it to me. I know that one day I’ll be able to experience it again in a way that meets my needs. Until then, I guess I’ll just write stupid tumblr posts, write stupid rhymes, and play silly little songs. I'll keep living to the best of my ability. I cling to trust and gratitude for dear life. And that helps...

I love love. And nothing is going to change that. I am who I am and I sure as shit ain’t sorry about it. Not anymore.

So, as I've said before, if I love you, you already know it. And to the rest, don't be afraid to seek it. Pain is inevitable in life. But real love is worth it all. Always.

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nxttheendxfthestxry · 2 years

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Double Solo Para: Lunch and Help (Hannah/James)

“Oh, hey, Hannah, sorry, didn’t see you down there.”

The look on her face is absolutely priceless. “Y’know what, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

“Shut up,” James ruffles her hair and grins as he finishes clocking out and heads out from behind the bar. “Let’s go.”

Hannah huffs in annoyance but follows him out. James grins a bit. He did enjoy annoying the hell out of the goth. Gods knew how she put up with him.

Once they get to their usual booth at the Slipper, Hannah finally breaks her sullen silence that had been granted due to his short joke. “How was work?”

“Not bad,” James smiles and shrugs. “It was work. Not bad for my least favorite day of the week.”

“You really suck at tracking time on this planet. Which is impressive given how long you’ve been here.”

James rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. “How many days of the week are my least favorite?”

“Two, and I’m not telling you which ones. How do you get to the right classes on time?”

“Alarms. I set them at the start of the semester and gave each class a different sound.”

Hannah cracks up at that. James rolls his eyes as the waitress sets their drinks out in front of them with a smile. He nods his appreciation to the other. They hadn’t ordered. They hadn’t needed to. It was always the same for them. His water, her soda, his burger with extra pickles and Hannah’s with no ketchup or tomatoes, his with seasoned fries and hers with cheese ones.

“So... I did something crazy,” Hannah remarks, shifting a bit in her seat.

“You? The self-proclaimed queen of the basket cases? Color me shocked.”

Hannah reaches across the table and smacks his arm. “Asshole.”

“So you, that one bird, and every other person who’s ever met me including myself keeps saying.”

Hannah sighs. “James.”

He clocks her tone and grows silent, nodding for her to speak. She nods appreciatively. “So... something happened. It’s not my place to talk about the details leading up to this, but... I ended up interviewing for a magazine. A tell-all with my whole... story.”

“What?” James sits up, eyes widening. That was crazy, especially for Hannah.

“I know, I know, I know. But... there’s a good reason for it, believe it or not. But of course because of my... everything, I asked them if I could do the photoshoot on a different day because I was feeling super overwhelmed and vulnerable on the day I went in to actually do it all. And now that’s coming up and I know reasonably that I’m fine but whenever I think about all of this--”

“You start feeling like that again and you’re not sure you can drive yourself over?” James guesses knowingly.

Hannah sighs, nodding. “I don’t wanna tell Felix or any of my older friends. They’ll totally freak out. Y’know? They try so hard to protect me from this kind of stuff. Doesn’t matter if I’m the one who chose to do it. They’re gonna just lose their minds thinking I’m gonna put myself in danger and get hurt and they’ll do everything to pull the plug on the whole thing.”

“So you’re asking me, because you know I respect that you know your own limits.”

“Basically.”

“All right. You gonna tell me when or you gonna expect me to be terrible at dates and just take my phone and text Joe in my stead to make sure I’m free and text me when you’re outside the dorms day-of?”

“Gimme your phone,” is Hannah’s only answer. James snorts and he passes it to her.

As she’s texting Joe, their food comes out. She slides it back to him in a moment. “Thank you. Really, it means a lot.” She starts eating.

James nods understandingly as he chews his food. Swallowing it, he answers, “Anytime, Hannah. I mean it.”

And she knew that. So she just smiles and nods a bit.

#burn out forever or light up a spark || hannah #hannah / para #i try i try to be a good kid || james #james / para #goth alien || we'll kick it when i hit the ground

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maybe a lwh drabble of jk taking care of and pampering oc ? like her saying she wants to relax and he’s right at her door with things to have a little spa date with her

In all honesty, when you texted Jungkook complaining about that were extremely exhausted from work today, you had not expected him to show up at your door with a little bag and the sweetest smile on his lips, telling you that he wanted to help you relax.

But here you are, standing in your bathroom because Jungkook has bought your favourite peel off face mask and ordered you to sit on the edge of the bathtub to put it on your face.

"Where's the pink thing that keeps your hair from your face?" Jungkook asks, examining the inside of the first drawer he opened.

"Second drawer."

After fishing the pink headband with a bowknot from the drawer he carefully puts it on your head.

You hand him your face mask brush and Jungkook dips it into the soft mass to apply it to your skin.

"Be careful of my eyebrows," you tell him, watching his concentrated face that is just mere inches away from yours.

"Mhm," he hums, softly tilting your face with his index finger under your chin.

When Jungkook's tongue peeks out, touching his lips piercing because he is so caught up in covering your skin with the paste, you start to giggle.

"What?" he asks, a weak frown on his face.

"I just think you're putting too much effort in this."

"Be grateful. This is JK's spa salon's special treatment. The salon is not often open. Many wish to get an appointment like this."

You giggle. "Then, am I going to get treated like a princess today?"

"That's the whole point," Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Done," he says, after brushing over your cheek for a last time. "Now let's go to the living room for a massage."

Just hearing the word massage is almost making you moan out loud.

"But wait." You stand up, grabbing his wrist. "Lemme put some on you too."

"Fine," he answers.

You open the second drawer again, pulling out the same headband you're wearing, only it's a soft blue one.

"Oh, I don't need one." Jungkook pushes away your hand.

"Your hair's in the way tho."

"I can just use my hand."

You ignore him and drape the headband over his head.

He heaves a long sigh but nevertheless, he lets you do whatever you want.

Grabbing the brush from his hand you place your hand on his shoulder, standing on your tip toes to reach his face. Jungkook leans down to make it easier for you.

"I hate you for having clear skin without even taking care of it."

"I do put on some sheets masks, tho."

"That's like the bare minimum," you huff. "I have a whole five step skincare routine and still don't have as clear skin as you have."

Jungkook has to bite back a smile.

And for the next few minutes you just enjoy applying the peel off mask on his handsome face.

"Gimme your hair tie."

You pull it off your wrist, handing it back to Jungkook.

You're sitting on the carpet, between Jungkook's legs who sits on the couch behind you.

Jungkook gathers your hair. You don't know why and how, but the feeling of his fingers in your hair relaxes you more than anything else.

You feel him pull and twist your hair before he ties a weirdly shaped bun on top of your head. You don't want to know how ridiculous his messy bun looks on you right now. At least he tried.

"Could've just asked me," you tell him.

"Shhh," he says. "Now it's time for you to relax."

"Can you play with my hair after this, though? I like when you do that."

"Of course, baby."

As soon as you feel his big hands on your shoulders, your eyes close and a relieved sigh escapes your lips. This is all you needed.

"Feels good," you mumble, head hanging low. He hums softly behind you as if he already knows.

"Had a lot going on today?" he asks.

"I don't think I've ever seen so many people at the coffee shop."

"Poor baby," he coos, kneading your tense flesh between his hands. "I don't know what they're called but I bought some fancy looking face rollers at the store."

You gasp. "You mean jade rollers?"

"I guess. Thought we could use it after the masks."

"I'd love to."

"And I also bought cookies at the store."

"Oh my God," you whisper, partly because you're obsessed with the cookies from the store and partly because Jungkook just found a sore place on your back. "I love you."

You wait a few second, but Jungkook doesn't say anything.

"Hey." You turn to him. "You're supposed to say it back." You try to scowl, despite the dry mask on your face.

Jungkook smiles, leaning down to peck your temple. "I love you."

Satisfied, you turn around again.

#not me putting on a face mask after writing this 🥸#darly asks #anon #fic: long way home #long way home drabble #jeon jungkook #jungkook fic

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ah, okay! i just wanted to see your take on yūji and sukuna "sharing" a s/o. you had only started dating yūji recently and, sukuna, being the little attractive shit he is, would sometimes interrupt your quality time, switching out with yūji when you're, say, cuddling, like one second you're running your hands through yūji's hair with him kinda dozing off in your lap, the next thing you know sukuna is smirking up at you. or when you give yūji kisses: a peck on the cheek—sukuna's mouth would appear there, or for long lasting ones, when you pull away, you'll see your "boyfriend" has gained tattoos. at first, sukuna does this solely to annoy you both, but somehow ended up lowkey enjoying the affection you're providing (you weren't bothered that much, most of the time just going along with it—it wasn't like he can switch for long periods of time anyway), so much that they resort to this childish competition over yūji's body; anyways, yeah, headcanons or scenario, whichever you prefer! i hope my specifications aren't a bother—if they are, pls feel free to ignore this request!! tysm 💖

really sorry for this being late oh my gosh. but oh my god all of these scenarios??? anon you made me feel sum type of way on god.

warnings; poly relationship ig? some nonconsensual stuff but it’s not extreme! mention of nsfw

honestly though? you said it all

at the start of your relationship, yuuji would be super hesitant to be alone with you. he has control majority of the time, but it’s always a risk and at least when he’s around many people sukuna isn’t as much of like this itchy nuisance.

sukuna would find the whole idea of the relationship trivial. like he’s watching from the sidelines as you spend more time with yuuji, can feel the swell of emotions threatening to burst in yuuji’s chest. it’s annoying! a waste of time! and it’s not like he kept his opinions a secret. any time yuuji would go out to meet with you, sukuna would be pestering him like you could be using this time to grow in power and train yuuji’s just like bruh on god i will switch with you and jump off a cliff

first few months, sukuna would view you as an itch that won’t go away no matter how bad you scratch at it. he interrupts you two all the time. if you lean in to kiss yuuji’s cheek, sukuna’s mouth is there, licking at your lips to pull you away. jokes on him you’ll lick him back. oh you wanna go skinny dipping at 3 in the morning with yuuji? too bad it’s sukuna now. yuuji’s hands resting on the back of your neck while you kiss/or just because? sukuna’s mouth appears to just bite at you

it’s bothersome and infuriating how unbothered you’re always are about it though. any time he appears you always laugh it off, or annoy him back until he himself goes away. if he switches with your boyfriend, you always roll your eyes and just go, “aight gimme back my bf now.” you’re not being put off by any of this! if anything, he’s finding that it excites you more. puts even more life into your relationship.

he continues to do it anyways, but once, as you’re leaning in to kiss yuuji, sukuna unexpectedly switches with him, but not in time enough for you to notice the change, and you end up kissing sukuna instead. it’s not a passionate, long lasting one, not the same ones sukuna has had to endure watching and feeling yuuji go through. and yes, he can, in some way, feel you when you kiss yuuji, but you’re kissing him now. it’s the same, but it’s incredibly different. it’s soft, slow, and it sends a tingling down sukuna’s spine that he can’t decide whether to hate or love. and in a fit of shock, sukuna realizes that — that it’s good. and he’s kissing you back, and you’re still kissing him. why aren’t you stopping? — he doesn’t want you to stop. shit!

yuuji switches out with sukuna before you pull back and open your eyes, and when you do, you see him just as shocked as sukuna had felt. you’re so confused, asking if he’s okay (“it’s like i’ve never kissed you before what’s wrong?”) but he decides to keep quiet and not mention anything. when he’s alone, he says out loud to an empty room, “did it feel good?” he hadn’t been expecting sukuna’s reply, but it was curt, a short and simple, “yes.” and that was the end of that.

yuuji didn’t like the fact that sukuna had kissed you without your permission, even if it had been accidental. you didn’t know it wasn’t yuuji. and he hated that he hadn’t found the courage to tell you. but he was intrigued at the prospect of sukuna finally accepting you. so in the midst of cuddling you, while you slept in his arms, he shifted with sukuna, unexpectedly and without warning. imagine the curse’s surprise to look down and suddenly see that your arms are wrapped tightly around his middle, your head on his chest as you sigh gently in your sleep. his arms are holding you close to him, and the feeling is only faintly familiar, a sense of deja vu because of sharing yuuji’s body. and then, just like that, it’s over.

again, as he lays with your head on his chest and his eyes on the ceiling above him, yuuji asks sukuna, “did it feel good?” and again, sukuna replies, “yes.”

that’s how the idea of sharing you began. they’re both still yet to discuss it with you, but it’s obvious that it’s weighing heavy on their minds. and because you know him so well, you can tell when yuuji’s been hiding something from you, so you ask him to just out with it. it’s a very interesting conversation. you go from shocked, to neutral, to confused, to intrigued, to teasing. it’s all over the place. but it’s the most shocking to him when you fix him with a determined smile and glance and say, “i wanna try.”

it’s very clumsy at first. sukuna and yuuji fight over yuuji’s body like fucking children. you have to like establish ground rules and some sort of routine to actually get them to settle down. nights are altered between them, with who gets to sleep next to you — one night yuuji, one night sukuna, unless either one of them is experiencing a bad day of sorts. you give two kisses now instead of one, and it’s very comical because you kiss yuuji, he steps back and he’s essentially the same person but with??? tattoos??? sukuna’s not a fan of dates, so it’s always yuuji taking you out, but nights in are really endearing with sukuna, because he gives incredible massages while in the bath with you. like i said, at first, it’s all over the place because they make it out to be some sort of competition between them, but then steadily they fall into a rhythm.

i’ll briefly talk about nsfw. this is something they cannot, for the life of them, get accustomed with. if yuuji’s being a lil shit to sukuna for the day, he will switch out with him right as yuuji’s about to orgasm just because. wow king of edging and orgasm denial! he switches out with yuuji a lot, especially when it comes to you going down on him (them?). it’s not like yuuji doesn’t do it back, because he does. he so does, especially with how he has more control than sukuna does. the one thing that they can agree on is pleasuring you, and it’s always a priority no matter who holds the reigns on yuuji’s body at the time. sometimes you’ll need sukuna to be absolutely ruthless with you and split you in half and yuuji will respect that, because sometimes you need the mixture of yuuji’s soft hands and rough thrusts instead. it’s all about the balance, my loves.

anyways! i feel like i have more to say but i can’t think of anything else rn. being with sukuna and yuuji? best of both worlds. the end!

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna headcanons #sukuna smut #yuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut #itadori x reader x sukuna #yuuji x reader x sukuna

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wuanshii · 2 years

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"HEARTBREAK!" | 1

( Chainsaw man short imagines; )

"How would these devils break your heart?"

Characters; Makima, Aki, Denji, Kishibe, Beam and Power.

Makima: f/m

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Prior to every time spent together, you were so sure that there laid 'something' between you and the red-headed woman you love. She's so irresistible,

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"Master, you seem sad." with just a pair of vest on, you turned to your Master, and peppered two sweet kisses on her cheek.

And she immediately threw the warmest smile at your way, after all, you're her favorite 'pet' ever.

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"Say Y/n, do you love me?" holding your chin, she questioned.

" Yes,"

"I see."

Of course, who wouldn't love such a beauty lying beneath you,

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"Say Y/n, do you...now?" and next, you suddenly felt a sharp pain down your abdomen.

Smiling, she dug the knife even deeper, and deeper as you slowly reached your shaky hands out to hold the knife.

"Say, do you?" and you smiled, responding "Yes, I do."

Absolutely nobody compares to her, this woman can literally kill you and you'd probably still love her; that's her charm.

"Too bad, I don't."

Not like you didn't know, not like you cared either. But curiosity killed the cat,

" why...."

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"I got bored. I need a new toy."

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Aki: f/m

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"Wasn't she your....sister figure?"

"Maybe. She was..." he replied,

All those years of being together, 5 exactly, he now randomly just confessed how he 'fell out' of love.

Whenever you went to hold his hands, he's indirectly shrug the hold away, I love you turned to 'Love You', most of the nights, he'd disappear from the apartment with the same excuse; 'Denji's house',

And when you asked Denji, the lie was so obvious with his reaction.

" Uh...erm yeah...We kinda you know, play games together. Yes I know it's late but you know what I'm saying, games...haha. Ps5, pew peww,"

Hiding the doubts within, you stayed silent until today. Aki simply confessed everything himself.

"We really don't go together. Not anymore, it's reasonable so. Separation is the only choice."

"At least give me a good reason? Was I really...that boring? This is so random, like I noticed your ongoing behaviors but...."

"Reason? You won't wanna hear it,"

"Better than not really know."

"I fell out of love. Reason, right? well...... Himeno. No further comments."

"....."

"I know I'm wrong, but....yeah, let's end it on good terms."

Lies. Misery. What else? In the end,

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the devil truly, hopelessly betrayed you.

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Denji: f

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"Heh....congrats, Denji." holding the invitation card, you smiled at the cheerful young man.

"Gimme a hug!!" and tightly, he squished you against him.

All while embracing him, your smiling lips quivered as you tried to hold the tears back.

Your long-time love, he's now soon going to be a 'married man'. He'll now soon hold the title of the 'husband'. But you aren't the wife.

'Promise me!! You'll marry me when we grow up, got it!? And cook for me!'

the promise he made, when both of you were 7 years old. It was a part of childhood, since it's really silly.

But you've always loved the man, who later on, seriously called you his 'best friend'. 19 years since the promise, yet not even a hint of romance till date.

"Yo, don't cry. I won't go anywhere, girl I'm only getting married. Sheesh, hold your head high and wish your bestie more luck ahead na!" once again, he cheerfully brought you in for a warm hug,

And by hugging him one last time, with a forced yet warm smile, after rubbing the tears off your cheeks, you wished;

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"May luck always...be with you. And your...soon to be wife, Denji."

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Young! Kishibe: f

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"Man, you're quick." rubbing the blood off the scar you impacted on his cheek, he smiled.

"You haven't seen the real speed yet, young man." and looking down at the handsome young man, you smirked.

He's been hunting you, the ,, devil for a long time now. Yet, not even once has he been able to catch you.

"Keep talking,"

"Nah. Whatchu gonna do? Grab me from behind? Hold me by my neck? Captivate me behind this wall? Or--"

And next, you were already pressed against the wall behind, trapped between his arms as his right hand held you by your neck,

"What else would you like to enjoy, Madame Y/n?~" he smirked,

That's simply how the night ended roughly with him on top, fucking the sense out of your body. Perhaps, his sword wasn't the only thing big.

"I might fall for the chaser," gazing deep into his eyes from the side, you expressed as he was busy with the cigarette on his lips.

"Not if I fall for you first~" and he simply just, smiled.

Days went by, but the man never showed up again. You waited and waited, for so long but....

"Been a while, Ms. Y/n." After 10 months of loneliness, the man finally showed up.

On top of the Tokyo Towers, where you first met the guy, that's exactly where you sat waiting for him.

"I don't even wanna talk to you,"

"Eh. Don't wanna play cops&robbers anymore?"

"Well I surrender." dropping down from the railings, you faced him.

"Why?"

"I have no purpose in my life,"

"Devils and Humans can get along I guess, but to me, you are a different story."

"Hmm. I have the rights to know why," folding his arms, he gazed down at your shy sight.

"Maybe I've gone mad. But you're different, you're fun, you're," and you kept describing every flaw of his.

And all he did was widen his eyes at the devil confessing her love, to him.

"Yes. I love you, Hibe." at the end of your sentences, you confessed your hidden feelings to the stunned man.

Letting out a deep sigh, Kishibe turned around to breathe some air as you simply just stood there, still.

2 minutes later, the man shutting his eyes finally fluttered them open and spoke, with his shoulder facing you, as the tight air breeze hit his glowing face.

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"Sorry. But I love Quanxi."

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Beam: f

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"We have a child."

"I know."

"Beam, no...you can't be serious."

Holding his head, Beam kept gazing at the floor as you stood beside him on the bed.

"Mumm, are you two fighting again?" and, a 4 years old kid slowly opened the door to peek at her parents.

"Hey. Angel, Mom and I are kinda busy right now, can you leave us alone?"

"Mm...Auntie Kobeni is here."

"Tell her I'll be there soon," he warmly smiled at his little girl, but it didn't take long enough to fade the moment she left.

"See. You could've told this to me before, what about her!?"

"I'm still her Dad. She'll be alright...."

"And me? Our...marriage? Our past? You've been...this way since day 1?"

"........."

" This just proves that...my whole life's been a....lie."

"It's not my fault that I love Denji, okay? I was born this way. I can't. And now that Denji's confessed how gay he is..."

"....."

"I guess...I have to go on in my own way."

After 5 whole years of marriage, Beam, the sweetest husband one could ever ask for suddenly confessed about him being...gay.

And he simply just wants to, leave.

"You...do realize that, your secret's ruined my happiness...right?"

"How?"

"Ho- I love you! You've been this way since the day you were born!? I have nothing against your sexuality, but...you should've never lied to me. At this point, all the 'I love you' that left your mouth are debatable...I-"

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"Shush. I've already made up my mind. Y/n, let's just divorce. Please."

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Power: ♡

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And this one, the devil named Power;

She will never break your heart.

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Note; More characters to show up in next part! And heads up, this is a part taken from my upcoming csm book on wattpad @wuanshii so stay tuned for more ♡

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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How They Kiss (KnB ver. pt2)

Fandom: Kuroko’s Basketball

Character: Midorima Shintaro, Aomine Daiki, Hyuuga Junpei

Warnings: slightly suggestive, food ment. in hyuugas, mild cursing

Notes: this was gonna include teppei too but it sat in my docs waiting for me to finish his part for days and i just hate it so here's these three

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Midorima

Shintaro doesn’t kiss much. And when he does, it’s short and sweet. Easygoing, sure (although it was very tense when your relationship was newer), but he doesn’t do long and leaving-you-breathless type kisses. Instead, he prefers pecks on the corner of your mouth, cheek, temple, back of your hand—little things like that. He’s not the biggest fan of public affection, but it’s little things he does just to show his love. Usually, he saves it for when it’s just the two of you, though. I would say the two of you or a trusted group of friends, but honestly, I think his friends (Takao) would make fun of him if he got mushy with you.

When it is the two of you, he does enjoy some physical affection. As I said, he’s not one for kisses, but he does like to cuddle. You’ll never get him to admit it, though. He likes it when you lay your head on his shoulder, and he’ll take the opportunity to lay his arm on should shoulders so you can cuddle in closer. Once in a while, you can get a kiss on the head. He always makes sure to kiss you goodnight if you fall asleep.

Aomine

The complete opposite of Midorima, Daiki can’t keep his hands off you. He loves to kiss, cuddle, hug—anything he can do to hold you for a while. His kisses vary a lot, but they always manage to leave you breathless. Sometimes, when he’s in a mood, they’re fiery and possessive and showing anyone else that may or may not see that you’re his (and the same goes the other way around). He’s got his lazy, sleepy kisses when he’s not quite awake yet where his arms are around you (more like on you like a dead weight you can’t move), or the energetic ‘gimme a kiss for good luck’ before a game kisses.

He’s very unpredictable in life, but especially with affection. Sometimes he’s very sappy and cuddly, especially when he needs a hug and won’t admit it out loud. In these kinds of moods, he’s more likely to want to just lay there with you for a while, wherever you are. Others, he’s simply bored, and kissing you makes things less boring (especially if you’re by yourselves—he’s been known to get handsy, but nothing you’re not okay with). Overall, he doesn’t ever kiss one way, but every one is incredible.

Hyuuga

Again, not one who does affection much. Not physical at least. A lot of Junpei’s kisses are in passing—something short, simple, and sweet. Whether it’s a hello when you walk to school with him in the morning, or a goodnight when you walk home from a date, he doesn’t do long and romantic kisses much. He doesn’t dislike it and has nothing against it, he just doesn’t think of it typically.

He shows his love in other ways, though. He likes to do little things when you’re together that show he cares, like making sure you know he’s listening to him or bringing you a little snack because he can. He’ll make up some bullshit excuse about how he was ‘hungry after practice and ‘they were on sale’, but really, he just wanted to see you smile when he showed up with your favorite treats. He puts his phone away and turns it off when you want to talk, and if it rings while you’re talking (unless it’s his parents because they might need something important), he’ll silence it and ask you to continue. He’s very caring, you just have to know to look for the signs because he’ll never outright say it.

tags: @sirimirihiro @emswordss + special mentions @ruujiko bc he's gonna make fun of me when he sees me post this anyway (yes i love aomine stfu) and @rqkuya who i promised i would tag when i posted this

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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You Should’ve Told Me (e.b.)

Summary: you and Buck go separate ways but before you found out were pregnant.

AN: evan buckley is literally the most wholesome person ever and i love him

Buck was supposed to be your constant. That’s what the two of you had promised each other when you started dating. You were both at the age where dating casually wasn’t the goal anymore. It was to settle down snd start a family and a life together.

But real life got in the way. Your schedule never matched up with his, he somehow didn’t understand that you were a surgical resident at Hollywood General and that meant working long hours.

There was no time to spend together and it took a toll on the both of you. So he decided that it was better for you two to break up. You wanted to work it out and you offered to talk to your chief resident about switching up your schedule. But he didn’t want you to have to sacrifice your career for him.

So, you reluctantly agreed. Even though it was the opposite of what you wanted.

That was four months ago and you hadn’t seen him since. Soon after you and Buck broke up you found out you were a month pregnant. But you were holding such a grudge against him for breaking up with you, you hadn’t wanted to tell him.

There was no good time to tell your ex boyfriend you were having his baby. Especially when you were still actively working. And working at a hospital while five and a half months pregnant was not ideal.

But he had friends at the hospital. The entire 118 had friends at the hospital. Somehow the word got around that you were expecting and you received a call from Hen.

“Hello?” You answered. “You’re pregnant?” She questioned. “How did you-” You started. “Dr. Williams told me. Said Buck must be ecstatic to be a dad. But he doesn’t know does he?” Hen explained.

You were quiet for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. He doesn’t know. I guess a part of me is still angry that he left. I don’t want to talk to him but I know I need to.” You said. “Y/N, he deserves to know.” She said. “I know, Hen. I’m just trying to find a right time.” You told her.

“Look, I gotta get to a surgery on a premature baby. Pretty ironic.” You added with a dry laugh. “You call me if you need anything, okay? Surgery while five months pregnant is risky.” Hen said. You told her you would and then hung up the call.

Hen put her phone back in her pocket before she glanced over at Buck who was sitting next to Eddie. Buck needed to know the truth. She knew you’d be furious if she told Buck before you were ready.

But it was the right thing to do. For both of you, it could potentially fix things between you and him.

“Hey, Buck. I just heard some news from Dr. Williams over at Hollywood General.” Hen started. “What’s that? Is Y/N okay?” Buck asked. “Well, she was going to tell you when she was ready but you deserve to know.” Hen said. “What’s going on, Hen?” He questioned.

“Y/N’s, pregnant. Williams said she’s about five maybe six months along.” Hen confessed. All eyes landed on Buck as he quickly stood up, ready to leave the station and head to the hospital. “Buck, she’s in surgery.” Hen stopped him. “She’s five months pregnant and they’re still letting her operate?” He questioned.

He shook his head with a scoff before he stormed out of the station.

You had just gotten out of surgery, your back and neck sore due to the hours of standing you just endured. As you worked the kinks out of your neck, you turned the corner and saw Buck leaning against a hallway doorframe.

You came to a slow stop when you noticed him standing there. “Buck? Wh-What are you doing here?” You questioned. “You look good. For being five months along.” He said.

“Buck,” You started with a sigh. “You should’ve told me, Y/N.” Buck cut you off. “I was going too. I-I just wasn’t ready to see you again.” You said. “I had a right to know.” He said. “You had a right to know because you are the father, not because it was going to magically change things between us.” You slightly snapped.

“Y/N, I did it for the both of us. You didn’t need to sacrifice your job for me.” He told you. “No, what I needed was you. I needed you, Buck and you decided you didn’t want to fight for us anymore.” You sneered.

Soon after you finished talking, you scrunched up your face at some mild discomfort. “What? What is it? Are you okay?” Buck frantically questioned, quickly coming to your aid.

��Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. She’s just really kicking. Probably due to the four hour surgery I was just in.” You answered. Buck looked at you with wide eyes and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Did you say she?” He asked.

“Yeah. It’s a girl.” You confirmed. You could see the look on his face and how overcome with pride and joy he was at the fact he was going to be having a daughter.

You knew then that you couldn’t deny him of getting a chance to be apart of the rest of your pregnancy and his child’s life. “I actually have an ultrasound scheduled. I get one every month to make sure everything’s okay. Do you want to be there?” You asked.

“Yes. Yes, absolutely I want to be there.” Buck answered. You smiled up at him as his hand fell into yours. “And then when you get off, you are coming back home. I know she’s not going to fix everything but we can at least start before she gets here. I want her to have two parents that love each other.” He added.

“I would like that.” You replied with a smile. Buck helped you to the OBGYN exam room and also helped you lay down.

Your OB was a good friend of yours, having been in multiple surgeries together since you started your residency. She came in, greeted you and then noticed Buck in the room.

“You finally told him?” She asked. “Not exactly. His coworker told him because Williams can’t keep her mouth shut.” You answered. “Okay, then. Well, welcome dad. Ready to see your baby?” The doctor asked him.

You thought Buck was going to pass out right then so you took his hand and squeezed it gently.

The doctor placed the wand on your belly, moving it around until you saw the baby on the screen. “There’s Baby Buckley. She’s looking great, about the size of a sweet potato. Everything looks good for both baby and mom. But at this point in the pregnancy, iron levels tend to get a little low so make sure you’re eating well so you don’t become anemic.” The doctor advised you.

You looked up at Buck and saw the tears in his eyes and smiled softly at the sight. “Can he hear the heartbeat?” You asked. The doctor smiled back at you as she turned the sound on the machine, a loud beating sound coming through the small speakers.

“Nice and healthy.” The doctor commented. “That’s our baby.” Buck said. “Yeah, it is. We’ve been calling her Baby Buckley because I can’t think of a name. I thought it was going to be a boy.” You told him. “You had a name for a boy?” Buck asked. “Yeah. I was thinking Evan.” You said, looking up at him.

Buck leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “I know you may not be ready to hear it but I love you.” He whispered.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” The OB said, exiting the room. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just too scared to face you after we broke up but that wasn’t fair to you.” You whispered.

“I’m not mad at you for not telling me, I’m mad at myself for leaving you alone. Having to go through this by yourself up until now.” Buck said. “Promise me you won’t leave.” You said.

“I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

You knew labor was a painful experience. You’ve seen it first hand many times in medical school but you didn’t know how painful it really was.

It was long, your body was getting torn apart and you were mentally and physically exhausted. But Buck was there at your side through it all. Even when you screamed at him and told him you were in pain because it was all his fault.

He knew not to take it seriously. Even with the epidural he knew you were in pain. After 15 hours of labor, Buck’s daughter was finally in his arms. You were asleep, which was well deserved and Buck was holding the baby.

You stirred slightly and opened your eyes slowly and looked over at Buck in a hospital rocking chair. Looking at the little baby as if it were an $800 million lottery ticket.

“Gimme. I want to hold her.” You said tiredly, holding your hands out for your child. “Mommy is really greedy apparently.” Buck teased as he stood up. He placed the baby gently in your arms as he sat on the edge of your hospital bed.

“We still haven’t come up with a name.” He said. “You know how people say you won’t know your baby’s name until you see them?” You questioned, looking at her wrapped in her little pink blanket. “Yeah, why?” Buck asked. “Delilah. That’s her name.” You said.

Buck smiled warmly at the two most important people in his life. “It’s perfect.” He told you. “Just like her mom.” Buck added. “She has her dad’s eyes though. Beautiful blue eyes.” You spoke.

Buck looked at both you and your baby and saw the rest of his life right in front of him. But he wasn’t satisfied with coparenting, he wanted to be with you. Wake up to you in the morning and you being the first thing to greet him when he got home. You and your daughter.

“Marry me.” He said quietly. “What did you say?” You questioned. “I said, marry me. I want to be with you every day, even on the bad days when you’ve been up since four in the morning. I’ve wanted that with you since I met you and Inwas dumb to leave you before. So I’m not going anywhere.” Buck explained.

You smiled up at him before leaning forward to kiss him deeply. “Took you long enough, Buckley.” You whispered.

The seemingly perfect moment between you and Buck was ruined when the door to your hospital room opened.

“Can we see the baby?” Hen carefully asked as she poked her head in. “Of course you can.” You answered. Hen entered the room followed by the rest of the 118 and Maddie to see the newest addition of the family.

Everyone stood around and stared in awe at the baby. Buck’s baby, something they didn’t think would happen in a million years.

“What’s her name?” Maddie asked. “Delilah Buckley.” Buck answered. “She looks just like you, Y/N.” Hen commented. “Well, that’s a relief.” Buck said. “I’m so proud of you, Evan.” Maddie said hugging her brother.

“She really is beautiful.” Bobby added. “Welcome to the club, Buck.” Eddie said, patting him on the back. “I love all of you but Y/N needs to rest and so does Delilah.” Buck announced. “Already getting protective.” Chimney said.

You bid your goodbyes to your friends before Buck took Delilah out of your arms. You began to protest but Buck shook his head. “Nope. You need to rest. Especially if we want to go home tomorrow.” He said.

You smiled as he sat down in the chair, making faces at Delilah, who was gripping his finger with her hand. You had your perfect little family and you were very grateful things worked out for the better.

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

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When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it.

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay.

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance.

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

#GF #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #Fiddleford McGucket #dancing #night fever #snow day

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