#AH FUCK SOMEONE SAVE THE BUNNY!

[shelfwar]

You Found Me ❄Jack Frost X Reader❄

It has been 3,000 years since I became mother nature, but that's what Manny calls me. You know the man in the moon.

Anyway, I'm currently doing my nightly watch of my precious animals and weather when I see an abnormally large rabbit zoom past me. "Hello?" I yelled as I saw it again. "Who are you, and what do you want!" "So it is true a new Guardian." Out of the dark street I saw a large bunny with a holster filled with Easter eggs, while holding a red sack. "Bunnymund?" "That's right mate." "You asshole" "Language." "I prefer not to." "Hmp, have it your way." All of a sudden I saw two yetis pick me up and throw me into the sack. "Hey what the hell?!?!" "See Yeah there!" Bunnymund threw me somewhere as I heard his yelling along with the yetis.

"Ahh what the fuck!" I screeched as I felt hard ground beneath me. "Shh, guys I can't believe she's here." I opened the bag up to see 5 figures standing in front of me. "Where am I?" "Oh my sweet y/n your at the north pole." A fairy looking girl came flying up to me. "North Pole? Wait it exists?" "Yes it is, now let me introduce myself and the rest of us. My name is North also known as Santa. This is tooth." North pointed to the fairy lady.

"I'm tooth, also know as the Tooth Fairy!" She gleamed as she helped me stand up.  "This is Bunnymund" North point out to the rabbit like human. "Asshole I growled at him." "I'm not an asshole sweetheart, I'm the Easter Bunny" I groaned.

"This is Sandy" North pointed to a sleepy cloud of a man. "Sandy, Sandy wake up" North poked him until he woke with a startle. Above Sandy was a sandy hand that waved to me. "He is also known at Sandman." North chuckled.

"And lastly this is Jack." North pointed to a young man with white hair; along with a blue hoodie and staff. This has to be the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on.  "I'm Jack frost, nice to meet you." "Th-thanks" I blushed

Some how some way a dark figure appears out of thin air as I'm pollinating the desert flowers. "Ah, you must be the new Guardian." He growled as his full appearance came into view. "Your Pitch." "Yes I am, my dear." "Where's Sandy you asshole?" I growled. "No where my dear." Pitch thrusted his hands out as 3 horses came after me. Immediately I threw out some thunder clouds but that no effect on them whatsoever.

"No, please dont!" I cried as the dark powder ingulfed me.

Jack's POV

Since the day y/n has became a Guardian, there was like a magnetic force attached to her, like it was ment to be. In my gut I felt like I met her in some way shape or form which, in then we became close friends.

As I was flying around with baby tooth, I heard a familiar name being called. So I followed it.

When I found the sound it led me to and old bed where pitch was standing. "Pitch." I growled at him. "Why hello Jack" He chuckled as he held something gold in his hand that had y/n face on the end of the tube.

"Why do you have that Pitch?" "Oh this little thing?" "Why don't you find out!" I lunged at him but he disappeared. "Oh Jack! Come and find me!" Baby tooth was no longer on my shoulder, as panic rose in my chest. I followed his voice until I made it to a snowy area, where he stood with baby tooth in one hand and in the other y/n. "Jack" She cried as she saw me. "Y/n, baby tooth."

"Oh looky here, I have two of Jack's favorite things in the world, his friend baby tooth and his wife y/n."  Wife, wait I have a wife? "Now in order to save these two you can give me the staff and all of this will be over." I glared at him and then down to baby tooth and y/n. "Jack don't do it, I'm fine!" She yelled before being shut up by pitches powder.

I needed to save them, so I gave him my staff. "Now give them to me." Pitch smiled before he spoke. "No." Pitch broke the staff as I felt a pain in my stomach. "Jack!" I heard someone yell before a force threw me to the ice wall.

Your Pov

After Pitch threw Jack, he threw me, baby tooth and the staff right after him. Then came darkness, I felt a little tap of my face as I opened my eyes to see baby tooth looking at me with concern. "Baby tooth are you okay" She let out a little squeak in response. I looked over and saw Jack passed out cold. "Jack!" I crawled over to where Jack laid as I placed my hands on his cheeks.

"Jack, please wake up." He let out a groan as his eyes started to slowly open. "Y/n." His voice deep, from coming back from consciousness. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, Jack." He let out a content sigh as he shifted to sit up. As he was doing so I noticed a gold thing poking from his pocket.

"Jack what is that?" I pointed to his pocket. "I dunno, baby tooth gave me this and she saved yours to." He handed me the tube as I ran my hands over it. Before I could say anything memories came flooding back.

"Hi, I'm y/n. What's your name?" "My name is Jackson, wanna be friends?" "Sure!" A younger me chirped as I hugged the brown haired boy. Then came another memory: "Jack?" "Hmm?" "I like you." I let out a blush as the teen Jack kissed my hands. "I like you to y/n" Jack started to lean in as we met in a kiss. "Thank you" "Your welcome" He chuckled as we bumped our foreheads together.

As the last memory came in I saw myself crying while laying in bed. I had a love letter that was signed by  Jack as his sister came in to tell me he had fallen in the ice. "Jack's gone y/n, he fell through the ice." A little girl told me. "My husband is gone" I cried as I was brought back to the present.

I looked over at Jack as I felt tears flowing down my cheeks. "I had a wife, and- and it was you" He said shocked. He then looked at me and engulfed me in a hug. "I'm sorry y/n." "Jack" I cried as he planted a kiss on my head. He broke the hug and looked at me. "I'm your husband?" "Yeah, and I saw you, it was weird." I chuckled. "We were in love?" He whispered as he took my hands in his.

Baby tooth let out a little nod as we both smiled. Immediately Jack locked his lips with mine as we kissed with so much passion it hurt. "Jack, I love you!" "I love you to mother nature" He chuckled as he imbraced me in another hug.

#jackson overland frost #jack frost #jack frost x reader #jack frost fanfic #imagine #blurb #ugh send help #women writers #rise of the guardians #bunnymund #north #sandman #tooth fairy

[piningprecussionist]

*The bunny surprisingly doesn’t last long, and only manages to get 5 (and a half??) capsules out before falling and getting buried in them*

*The bunny giggles chaotically, before calming down and speaking with a soft whine*

I’m cold down here I don’t like this :(

*Her paws reveal themselves from the small pile and she pitifully reaches for Kim.*

-🐇 (Hopefully no longer hexed)

Aw... come 'ere.

*Crouching down completely, Kim brushes the capsules aside, letting them clunkily roll before settling naturally. Once she's unearthed the bunny, she picks her up, holding her close to her chest with one arm.*

There, that should be better, right? Let's see what you got...

*The five (and a half) capsules are mostly new colors, save for the half capsule, which is also a mossy green. Kim squints at it distrustfully and picks it out first, and when she lifts it, another knife slides out- this time different looking, and clearly freed with far less effort. Kim turns her hand to peer inside the capsule, taking note of a sort of sparkily darkness that very quickly seems to evaporate from within.*

That's odd...

*Shrugging, she puts it down and picks up the new knife, extending and rotating it so the bunny can get a better look from her position. It seems to be a pretty normal knife, although in one of the weirder design choices Kim's ever seen, the handle seems to have detailing resembling pockets.*

This still feels... very illegal. Also, this is a really weird design choice for the handle? It's all uncomfortably bumpy from the pocket decals...

*Kim picks up an orange capsule next, less hesitant as she cracks it open. Into her palm, a necklace tumbles out, comprised of several dangly silver chains, at points connected with little, barbed looking red jewels. Kim quirks a brow and pokes one of the jewels, but the edge feels dulled, so she simply moves on to the next one.*

*The yellow capsule deposits a wallet with nothing inside, save for a photo of a grinning cat. Kim looks a little confused as she shuts it, opting to simply grab another capsule. This one is blue, and when she opens it, there is a slight hiss. She drops it, startled.*

Shit! What the hell-

*A cool mist seems to come out of the capsule, leaving in dense white streams. The mist curls around Kim's ankles and she shivers, picking it up and turning it over. Inside is a small little figure that looks to be made of... ice? It appears to depict some sort of knight, but not from anything Kim recognizes. Deciding not to touch it, she shuts the capsule, a little unnerved by how immediately the temperature rises around them- just back to normal, which was already fairly cold, but it leaves her wondering just what exactly that thing does. Unlike before opening it, the capsule actually feels cold to the touch now, and she opts to set it back on the floor a little distance away.*

Be careful when you open that again. That's f-fucking freezing.

*The next capsule is purple, and when opened, it has a piece of fabric sticking out the bottom end. Kim grabs it and begins to pull- for a moment, she is mildly concerned it will tear, but then it seems to come loose, eventually being completely removed and revealed to be a button up shirt. The fabric is a very, very dark blue, with a shimmery, embroidered, nearly equally dark purple design sewn throughout it. It appears to be floral, stretching along the sleeves, collar, and one pocket. The other pocket is solidly colored, in a shade of purple matching that of the brighter shimmering from the threads.*

... This is kind of nice, actually. Not my style, but I could see it appealing to someone. What is this loot pool?

*Kim looks back up at the machine, shaking her head before grabbing the last capsule. It's hot pink, and feels warm to the touch. Kim is very, very careful opening it, nearly dropping this one too as light pink flames lick out of the crack. She may not drop it, but she does fumble, and the flames graze her fingers.*

AH!

*Kim jerks her hand back quickly, freaked out for a moment, before realizing it didn't actually hurt at all. Curious, she pulls it back in, widening the opening. Inside, an object so dark it nearly looks like a black hole rests, flames turning white the closer they are to it. It appears to be shaped like a star, whatever it is.*

Okay... weird, but kinda cool I guess? Why do none of these have labels or anything? How are we supposed to know what we got?

*She runs her hand through the flames, noting that they just seem to be very warm, but snaps the container shut shortly thereafter, feeling a little strange.*

Not sure what's up with that one... let's just head back to my place already.

*Kim's tone sounds a little more empty than before. She seems to catch this herself after a moment, frowning and shaking her head.*

I think I need to be somewhere normal and familiar. And you need your snacks and your drink.

*She smiles slightly, but it feels a little forced? At least to her; she looks away with a frown, hoping the off feeling will go away. She idly pets the bunny, lost in thought as she turns to start them on the way home.*

#(Pocket Knife was added to Bunny's inventory!) #(Binding Necklace was added to Bunny's inventory!) #(Unlucky Cat Wallet was added to Bunny's Inventory!) #(Frozen Knight Knick-Knack was added to Bunny's inventory!) #(Withered Flower Shirt was added to Bunny's inventory!) #(“Blackhole” Sun was added to Bunny's inventory!) #pine.txt #(ooc: whoop that took a second! item descriptions after the rest of the tags) #spvtwtg #sp comic #spto #spvtw #kim pine #asks #anon #🐇 anon #rp #Capsule Drops #(gonna add this tag in case this ends up being revisited!) #Pocket Knife: A knife that makes pockets! Please use with fabrics only as results may very :) #(if you stab someone with it a pocket will be created. i will leave the effect this might have on a living thing to one's imagination) #Binding Necklace: Attempts to bind itself to the wearer. When worn it constantly drains HEARTS and converts them to XP. Great for easy + #+ leveling! *Barb Detatcher Tool not included #Unlucky Cat Wallet: Consumes all MONEY placed within and casts UNLUCKY AURA within a certain radius of the item. Effects all entities. + #+ Radius is decided my the amount of money consumed- effect runs on an hour long timer from when the money was deposited. #Frozen Knight Knick-Knack: A trinket depicting a frozen knight. When uncovered it immediately drops the temperatures around it to below + #+freezing and emits a chilling mist. *DO NOT LEAVE UNCOVERED FOR PERIODS OF TIME LONGER THAN AN HOUR! MIND THE CLIMATE OF THE LOCATION YOU #+CHOOSE TO UNVEIL THE ITEM IN. (redacted/scrambled) IS NOT LIABLE FOR ANY DETRIMENTAL ENVIRONMENTAL EFFECTS CAUSED BY IRRESPONSIBLE USE OF #THIS ITEM! #((THERE'S A TAG LIMIT????? I'll reply with the rest I guess))

[children-of-epiales]

Tagged by @voidika & @poisonedtruth & @unbindingkerberos to do Quiz 1 and Quiz 2!

Bunny O’Malley

jackass with morals

 so you say you've got a heart of gold under those layers of crabby sarcasm and natural attractive qualities, sure. but here's the thing--it's not gold, it's warmth, and that's why it's guarded so heavily. you care deeply, even though you might hate it the whole time. you're annoyed with the way things are, and find evil more inconvenient that anything else, mostly because at your core, you don't understand why inflicting pain is appealing. so yeah, you talk and walk like you're soured and spoiled, but really, it doesn't fool anyone.

the quiet observer

 your soul is like a sponge, absorbing so much of the universe sometimes you feel like you're drowning. you wish you could make your heart a little stronger. but your gentleness is not weakness and neither is your sensitivity. you feel so much more than everyone else. it makes you kind even to those who don't deserve it. it makes you notice the hidden tears and the covered scars. you wonder who will save the ones who are suffering in silence, don't you know that includes you too?

Neoma

reluctant chosen one

 this is usually a teenager flung about by forces outside of their control, but it can also be anyone picked for a higher calling to a cause they don't believe in. your mission isn't just to complete the task at hand--it's about coming to your own conclusions, and finding the system is corrupt from the inside out. it's about returning the favor, and embracing righteous anger as a form of self-liberation. sure, you'll save the world. you'll also fuck up the people who made you do it.

the protecting nurturer

you have the heart that belongs to a warrior's mother. you ache for your loved ones and you'll fight to preserve their smiles. you take care of the people around you. you want them to feel safe and warm. you do anything to protect those around you, even if it's from themselves. you have an eye for the details no one else realizes they need. you're the one that makes a house a home. you make sure it's safe because you know what it was like to be afraid of the places that should have been comforting.

Haemon

along for the ride

 now this isn't so much a protagonist as it is someone with a lack of boundaries. but hey. who am i to judge. you're here because you just are. things happen to you, you don't happen to things. there's no "fateful day", there's simply "ah, shit. here we go.". and to be fair--it truly can be so enriching, and a lot others around you might've missed out on some of these life-altering adventures you got to be a part of. but consider--you can't be a side character to your own life. whether you feel it or not, you do matter. so stop the car, or drive yourself for a little. it'll be worth it.

the wonderlust heart

your soul longs for your adventure. sometimes you're filled with so many ambitions and dreams you think you might burst. you rush about in a frenzy, afraid to miss out on all the opportunities life has to offer. you see the world with all it's light and all its darkness and can't help but see something beautiful in every part. every star and every shadow. you say you're running towards your goals, but sometimes i think you're trying to escape the ugly things you couldn't paint over.

Nemesis

jaded _ilf

(you fill in the blank with m/d/whatever u want tbh) you're probably divorced. hell, you're probably sipping black coffee right now, missing that love of your life. your kids don't talk to you, you feel like you reek of wasted potential. you used to stand for something though...right? and you do keep fighting. that's commendable. i would suggest finding a young and impressionable tween to reluctantly mentor who will somehow bring back your zest for life back. or maybe a hobby if that kind of responsibility makes your back pain flare up.

the quiet observer

 your soul is like a sponge, absorbing so much of the universe sometimes you feel like you're drowning. you wish you could make your heart a little stronger. but your gentleness is not weakness and neither is your sensitivity. you feel so much more than everyone else. it makes you kind even to those who don't deserve it. it makes you notice the hidden tears and the covered scars. you wonder who will save the ones who are suffering in silence, don't you know that includes you too?

#quizzes #tag game #oc: Bunny O'Malley #mk neoma #mk haemon #thanks for tagging me yall!! #r6 nemesis #Evangeline Soriano-Fuentes

[wishing-stones]

Hoo boy - anxious about overstepping but willing to give a matchup request a go anyways. Feel free to let this sit if you’re busy :)

Burnt-out overachiever. It’s not uncommon for me to pick up other people’s slack at work (science teacher) even if it means 14 hour days without lunch. Defining trait: “is nobody else going to do this thing that needs to be done” (doesn’t wait for an answer.)

It’s not that I … want, necessarily, to do it? If someone offers I will HAPPILY work out a fair distribution of labors. It’s just that I’m good at Seeing things that need doing. See things that could be improved. Notice gaps and Care enough to say “ah fuck it, add it to the list.” There’s just… a whole world to save and damnit if it’s not going to save itself then I guess SOMEBODY’s gotta do it.

Personality wise, my default is Little Miss Sunshine. High-energy, singing in the halls, enthusiasm x100, energizer bunny. Sometimes I joke that I’m an EduTainer more than anything else, and I will freely admit that I kill myself off trying to keep up with it all, but by god I will figure out what gets results or die trying. The trade off is that by May I‘ve burnt the candle at both ends until I’m nothing more than a stump and need a solid 2 weeks of “don’t talk to me” to recuperate functionality, and the rest of the summer to slowly rebuilt the backup battery that lets me run at 200% energy for 8 hours at a time nonstop for 300 14 year-olds.

Off the clock, I’m more into the humanities. If I have the energy for it I love painting, drawing, writing, cooking, baking, crafting, crochet, sewing, etc. 👀 Still, uh, a bit of a busy bee there too. I’m learning Spanish, French, Greek, Latin, & Japanese. The world is just….. it’s so full of magic, you know? Like I might be 17 kinds of physically and emotionally exhausted (if I sit down I might literally fall apart at the seams ngl) but how can a person sleep when there’s so MUCH out there? Places to see, things to learn, mittens and hats and brownies to make for people so they know I still love them even if I forgot to answer their text and now it’s been long enough that’s it’s awkward…. lol.

"Fine, I'll do it myself," is definitely a trait that attracts Blue. He also enjoys improving things he thinks need improving. He similarly is happy to work out an even workload, and will gladly split the work evenly with you so neither of you wind up too worn out. That way, you don't have to save the world by yourself! He's here to help!

Despite outwards appearances, Blue does occasionally struggle with genuinely being happy-- he figures if he makes other people happy, he'll be happy, too, but it doesn't always work out that way. Having someone else around that matches his energy and vivacity helps this immensely. He's also game to help grade tests or prep courses, and delights in learning what you're up to. (If he knows the coursework, he knows how to correctly help grade things!) Besides that, he's got a little more than a passing fancy in science. He pursued a career in the Royal Guard, sure, but before then, before he had to drop it to take care of his little brother, he was a science major with his sights set on a doctorate.

But, having the summer off means he gets to spoil the living daylights out of you during the nicest months of the year! He loves to be outdoors, so you can bet he'll take you to the beach, or a lake, or to go hiking, or just sightseeing. Maybe even some destination vacations! He's of a very similar mind, and is eager to learn and see everything he can! There's so many amazing things in the world, and he wants to see and do as many of them as he possibly can. He'd also gleefully learn those languages alongside you.

...And also help you when you finally do sit down and fall apart.

I'd have said Baggs initially, but I think the high energy would tire him out quickly. He'd be great in short doses, though! You're welcome to have coffee or tea with him and chat for a while.

#k answers #k headcanons #k plays matchmaker #feat. blue

[handelplayssims]

So before we pop into Nier Automata household again, we had something weird happen with 701 ZenView. Like the preview screen for the home had all of it’s furniture but when I thought to test and move someone in, because the lot said it had 0 value, I was like, “What, why?” And it turns out that somehow it was completely unfurnished! So I also went back in and saved the bathrooms and kitchen because I can accept the bedrooms and living rooms being completely barren but I like my plumbing and my kitchens to be set up, thank you very much!

2B is hungry. Why? I dunno. Something something uncontrolled Sims. Anyway, it’s a few hours until work for her so I have her take care of her needs. 9S is at an interesting part of his aspiration. He needs 50 romantic gestures towards his spouse and then 3 gold dates. I would but 2B has work to do. Have nothing really to do with 9S so uh, chess practice for his job, I suppose. ...he would have a Social Bunny, aka Twitter, though. 2B nah but 9S, absolutely. Time to work from home and it’s...research historic battles. Alrighty then. That’s easily done from home. After 2B finishes her yoga, we can do that. I checked the calender and oh fuck. It’s Geekcon. Of course it’s Geekcon. Annnd we got another Welcome Wagon thanks to the moving in and out for that one apartment. Nah, no thanks. Hmm. Don’t know when 9S is gonna wake up so we’re going to head off to fish somewhere with 2B! To the...ah, that shopping area!

Third location fished at and now we got her whim of fishing with bait finished. Woo! Next stage is to mount or bowl 5 fish and to fish for 10 hours. Already got the skill check finished as well. Everything she fishes today will go straight into the fish tank! Holy carp! Caught a sturgeon worth 133 simoleans! Jesus! Once it’s in fish tank, it’s getting sold. Fish bowled. Now it’s just a matter of time. But now it’s time to check in on 9S.

So 9S finally got his hug and got to talk to 2B about his brilliant ideas. And got a woohoo in before heading off to work. Anyway, time for 2B to fish some more. Alone preferably. -stares at the Sims who head to the fishing spots- Got four fish and one treasure. Time to head home, meditate a bit, gain the Time for Fun mood, and then head to bed. Same for 9S. He needs to head to bed as well.

Neighborhood Watch!

Kendra Donnelly in the Donnelly household left her job as an Assistant Manager in the Business career.

Riya Anand in the Anand household has died. Riya got on the bad side of a chicken.

Windenburg: The Stanford household has moved in.

2B is up and we got a little bit before work so more fishing time! Man it’s nice to have a fishing spot right next to your home. 9S is up and wants to date 2B. And hang around her so he doesn’t miss her. ...so we could have a date, if we manage to get an easy work-from-home. And I mean, it’s working from home so it won’t be that bad. Miko dropped by to hang out so let’s play a game of chess. It works for his job! She drifted off from the game – oh he won. Ah but let’s just play some more chess then. Annnd she decided to prank him by saying she’s a criminal mastermind. Alongside missing 2B, that pushes 9S into being tense. Annnd Liberty decided to be mean in 9S messages so she’s getting smack-talked! Online, of course. Work-from-home is write a report. Hmm. We’ll see how long that exactly takes.

Miko dropped right back in and asked to be best friends with 9S. Considering the tense moodlet, nah. You know what 2B can do? Other than fish and get onto the next stage of her aspiration? Give massages. She can help with 9S’s tense feelings! ...well it at least took him down from very tense into tense so let have 2B go fishing again! Ironically enough, the very tense now is from doing yoga. Sedentary lifestyle after all! Now 9S is feeling better and that report didn’t take long at all. Let’s ask 2B out!

...oh dang it. Both of the goals post the initial one are to be in flirty or playful moodlets. That’s no fun! (With Meaningful Stories that is) Thankfully we somehow didn’t need it, as we had one stage already clear. Welp!

Why yes! I did just add in a bush so that 2B and 9S could woohoo. Mweheheh. Annd it started raining. Welp. Might as well end the date early so we can head back home. And both still got great sentiments out of it! Huzzah! I’m at least getting the romantic gestures up to 10 before I go anywhere else. 9S wants to debate with geeks after all! 2B is no nerd so he must find those other nerds! And since online socials are heating up between the nerds in the Best of Friends household, might as well see Eddie instead.

Eddie’s scared. Likely because of the house he lives in and passes on his fear to 9S! Thankfully we are ultra focused so it doesn’t matter. We manage to successfully calm him down as well! Nice. And with some chatter, we are now good friends. Wooo! And with a quick check in done, it’s time to go home and time for-

Neighborhood Watch!

Ryo Fujiwara in the Fujiwara household has died. Ryo had his last laugh.

Yotsuyu goe Brutus in the Yotsuyu Goe Brutus household has died. Yotsuyu thought she could conquer a mountain, but the mountain conquered her.

NOT MY FAVORITE FFXIV VILLIAN! Alas and woe!

#sims 4 #blogging #nier automata #2b #9s

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

hecuba's lament || loic || results reaction

He’s…not sure what he expected from the case summary or whatever you wanted to call that horrific little video that the rabbits played for them. Maybe a stutter or a bout of confusion from the bunnies again like the first time. Maybe for a supposed accident to end up being purposeful and to spend the remaining bit of time he had with Hisakata reassuring him that, no, he wasn’t a bad person for something he didn’t remember doing, something that they couldn’t even be certain had happened.

But the video is plain as day. It was an accident. A horrific and terrible and unfair accident. The fact that this…

“This isn’t fair.”

He says. Loic knows he said something along the same lines during the last trial they all attended when they couldn’t be certain of who was telling the truth between Reimi and the rabbits. That had been unfair, but this? This was just…just criminalizing basic human survival instincts. When you’re being pulled out of a carriage, when you’ve already used all of the strength you have to try to pull the other person back in and just can’t, when you’re scared out of your mind and facing your greatest fear to have a shot at saving someone but just not being able to--

Loic holds Hisa closer to him, glaring at the robots at the front of the room.

“That--He didn’t do anything wrong! He--You--It was an accident! That wasn’t murder, and you know it! Hisa didn’t kill anyone, why…why are you…?”

Emotional appeals to these rabbits won’t do anything, though. Look at them, they’re having the time of their lives. They’re having far too much fun with this to care about logic or the definition of homicide. This wasn’t even manslaughter. It was a fucking OSHA violation.

His boyfriend is about to die because of some stupid rust.

What good will lamentations do, though? What purpose will they serve other than to fill Hisa’s final moments with yelling and screaming and reminders of how life isn’t fair at the best of times and downright cruel at the worst of times? Nothing. They’ll do nothing. So, Loic takes a calming breath, pushing all of the emotions that make his hands shake and breath hitch to the side. Later. Just a little later. He’ll sort it out in a bit.

For now, he looks down at the man in his arms and puts on the tenderest smile that he can muster up. It’s an expression filled to the bursting point with adoration, love, affection, and pure, unadulterated admiration. The world gifted him the most spectacular partner he ever could have asked for, even if for the briefest of moments, and he won’t squander a single second he has left with him.

His hand trails from Hisa’s hair to his chin, gently tilting it up so that they’re looking at each other, and Loic’s eyes crinkle at the corners as his smile grows once he locks eyes with his boyfriend.

“Ah. As I suspected, I’m still quite addicted to even the sight of you. At the risk of sounding disgustingly cheesy, you’re a habit I don’t want to break, though. Or, um, should I put that one away into the ‘never say that’ box?”

The levity is, clearly, forced. He doesn’t want to say what he has to. This is goodbye, but he doesn’t want it to be. He’s never done this before. When your parents get ripped from you, they don’t give you time to say your farewells. You blink, and they’re gone. You don’t know until you’re being called to the principal’s office after school has ended for the day and your drama instructor tells you he’s going to give you a ride home and wait with you until your brother can get home.

He sombers slightly, but the smile on his face remains just as lovesick as it always has been. After a brief moment of consideration, he thinks “fuck it” and leans down to kiss Hisa. Because it just might be their last, he holds it for several moments. When he finally pulls away, he says:

“You’ve made me the luckiest person. Thank you for letting me love someone as beautiful inside and out as you, Hisa. Thank you. I love you. I always will.”

#ch3 #luca

[back2badhabits]

Broke my fast w 178 calories at around 7am today for a total of 107 hours.

I was going to try to eat whatever I want today since it’s Wednesday, the ritual day. Ever since I was released from the mental hospital 23 weeks ago on a Wednesday, after being admitted the Wednesday before, I take some time every Wed at 6pm to write letters to my friend who is now a ghost. I have coffee and pie while I do, because of lyrics from Pat the Bunny’s “Song for a Netflix Account”.

Meet me at the diner at 6 o’clock on every Wednesday night

And we’ll get some coffee and pie.

And I’ll smile, tip the waiter,

Grab a ride home , “Thanks for the favor.”

And hope that that’s enough to build a life.

I had to listen to Pat’s “Cocoon Music” EP on loop for a long time to convince myself to go to the mental hospital, and this song about getting better after rehab, and just everything happening on Wed, it just all lined up.

I use these Wednesday rituals as a way to keep myself in check for what it was that landed me in the hospital (not ED stuff) and to like, reflect on the past week, and because if I was a ghost, I’d want someone to write me letters.

So it felt like it’d be kinda fucked up if I were to starve or purge today when it’s supposed to be my ghost friend’s day.

But I couldn’t get myself to order lunch at work. Instead, I had 2 diet cokes. I’ve realized I’m at the point in my ED where eating is kinda spooky hahah. I don’t know how I feel about that but ah well.

It’s kinda too bad, I reallly wanted to try Dave’s Hot Chicken today, but I guess I’m saving money.

Of course, I’ll still be having the coffee and pie tonight. I’ll know my ED is a problem if I ever get to the point where I’m not willing to have that.

Still, I can’t stop thinking about Dave’s Hot Chicken while at work. I can’t focus on programming at all because of it, but I can’t get myself to order it either. It’s definitely too late to order it to the office now but maybe I’ll order it at home? Or maybe I’ll just eat my 25cal wood ear mushrooms. Or my sweet potato. I don’t know, I feel so conflicted.

This would be easier if my doctor’s appt wasn’t in like a week, I want to lose as much as I can before then because 1. The weight going on my medical records will be embarrassing and I want to minimize that as much as I can and 2. So that weight loss after that won’t look as dramatic.

#b2bhblog

[spidergoohell]

OH SHIT-

I MUST SAVE BUNNY FROM SPOOKY BUTCHER DAD!

AHHHH-

#psychonauts #little oly #butcher dad #inky reblogs #AH FUCK SOMEONE SAVE THE BUNNY! #inky posts her screenshots from psychonauts #memory vault

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #shinsou x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #hawks x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bhna smut #deku x reader #bakugo smut #dabi smut #kittybutmakeitferal

[thefanficmonster]

Interesting Encounters

Corpse Husband *& Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Paranoia and Fear of Invasion of Privacy

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse has an interesting run-in with his regular delivery girl, having the chance to talk to her for the first time despite her having been delivering to his door for months. It’s a big step in overcoming his anxiety and paranoia when talking to strangers.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! Hope you come across the final product of your request and give it a read and if so I hope you like it! Sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it though! Love, Vy ❤

It’s a regular Monday morning, close to 10AM and Corpse’s face is practically glued to the sound editing app he’s downloaded, playing around with some cool effects to add to his voice in the background of the new song he’s been working on. He hasn’t been able to sleep a wink thanks to the immense excitement, not that he would’ve been able to regardless, but the tune and the lines have been stuck in his head all throughout the weekend and he knows they’ll be bothering him until he turns them into something other people will be able to listen and give an opinion on as well. So far he’s done plenty of work but there’s plenty more to go until it’s done. He’s at that point he usually needs feedback and wants to ask for it but would rather not to avoid either too harsh judgement or fake praise.

He slides the headset off, deciding to take a break for the sake of his sanity before he drives himself to insanity with the intensity of his focus on this new piece. His brain just so conveniently sends him a reminder that his groceries are probably waiting for him outside the door. He has, as of the last half a year or so, had someone deliver his groceries to him to avoid trips to the grocery store with both the whole pandemic situation and the growth of following which translates to growth of the risk of him getting recognized. That’s the main reason - and maybe the only one - as to why he doesn’t interact with the people who deliver to him either. He always gives his delivery person the instruction to leave whatever he’s ordered at the doorstep and if it’s not takeout to not even ring the doorbell. 

That being said, the deliverer of his groceries doesn’t ring the doorbell to give him the kind reminder to be responsible, but luckily he hasn’t forgotten to collect them yet in the six months he’s been practicing this delivery technique.

Going to the front door and looking out of the peephole, he confirms there are several full plastic bags waiting to be picked up on the mat. With the person who brought them not in sight, Corpse unlocks the door and steps out to bring in the groceries for the week. Taking them to the kitchen, he unpacks the goods in the three bags. At first glance he would’ve been fooled, seeing as how it seems that all he has ordered is there. But, each Monday, he receives exactly four bags of groceries. One is missing. He rolls his eyes thinking he didn’t see it outside and left it there while he was hurriedly collecting the rest so he gets up to go grab it real quick.

While in the meantime...

Y/N looks through the remainder of bags in her minivan, making a route in her head for what roads and shortcuts she can take to deliver the last of the groceries to the respective homes they need to be taken to. Upon looking through them, however, she sees a bag labeled ‘MM’ that she uses short for ‘Mystery Man’, aka the guy who never opens the door to greet her whenever she delivers him anything. She works for several delivery services such as takeout, groceries, clothes even and has delivered to that apartment hundreds of times but has never met the resident, giving her the right to call him Mystery Man, aka ‘MM’.

“Ah, shit.“ She mumbles under her breath, realizing she failed to grab the fourth bag when on her way up to MM’s apartment.

Coming to terms with the fact that she’ll have to lose another five minutes going back up to his floor, she grabs the bag and takes off running back inside the building and up the stairs, deciding it would be quicker than taking the elevator.

Just as she arrives to the floor, heading straight for the door, it opens, freezing her in her tracks as her eyebrows shoot up.  At the doorstep stands a guy with an eye patch who looks more surprised and maybe even a little terrified than her. Taking in that Mystery Man is not such a mystery anymore, she returns to her professionalism, remaining at a distance and outstretching the hand holding the bag towards him.

“Sorry, forgot to drop this one off as well, I’m a bit all over the place today.“ She says in her most professional voice.

Corpse too regains his composure and takes the handed bag from Y/N gloved hand. Before he can think twice about it he says, “Thanks, uh...”

“Y/N.“ She says, “I’ve delivered to you countless times, it’s funny you don’t know my name but it’s to be expected since I’ve never seen you. This would be a good time to tell me your name so I don’t have to call you Mystery Man anymore.“ She laughs, cutting her own laughter off barely a second later when she realizes what she’s said, “Oh, fucking shit...”

Corpse chuckles, clear amusement in the sound, “Mystery Man? Interesting, interesting. If I ever become a superhero I’ll make sure to pick that name.” He fails to even pay mind to the fact that he’s spoken a lot more than he’d usually feel comfortable with.

Y/N laughs a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck, “Yeah, sorry about that. I promise to come up with a better one if you’re not willing to tell me your real one. Like....Pirate, for example?” she suggests, raising her shoulders.

He can’t help but let out a laugh, “You’d be surprised, but my name is not so far from your mark. It’s, um....” He’s not looking forward to the judgmental look or the questions he might receive in response to his statement but he succumbs to the expected disappointment, “My name’s Corpse.”

Surprisingly, she just smiles - a smile he cannot see due to the surgical mask she’s wearing but the crinkle at the corners of her eyes gives it away. “Cool! Well, I better get going then.”

Just as she turns to head for the elevator this time, seeing as she’s still out of breath from the run up the stairs, Corpse gets an idea he’d probably not be too fond of if he gave himself time to think it over. Which is exactly why he didn’t.

“Hey!“ He calls after her, gaining her attention immediately, causing her to turn around, “You got a minute? I need a little help with something...“

Y/N’s eyebrows raise a little, a moment before she shrugs her shoulders, “Meh, I’m already behind schedule, what’s an extra minute gonna do?” And just like that, they strut their way back towards his apartment.

He can’t help but chuckle, taking the opportunity to crack a joke, “This is how people often get killed. You don’t just walk into a stranger’s apartment like that.”

She scoffs as she passes the threshold, “Believe it or not, you can learn a lot about a person based on the groceries they buy. And trust me buddy, you’re not a murderer.” Earning herself a laugh and a nod with that remark, she continues, “You do appear to be an artist with all the cheap food you’re buying though.”

Corpse laughs yet again, a hint of nervousness is sensed in his laugh this time around though, “Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re still gonna call me an artist when you hear this song I’ve been working on. Not even out of the box yet.”

Y/N stops in her tracks, “Well, well, well, aren’t I honored to be one of the lucky people hearing this before its release.”

“The first hearing it before its release.“ He corrects her with a pointed look, not missing the excitement that arose in her eyes.

“Let’s hear it then!“

Of all the friendship stories that exist, no one can say this ain’t a unique one.

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[bibbykins]

Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

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[doopy-n-loopy]

Yan!TF2 × reader headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

// obsessive tendancies, mentions of violence, blood, sexual themes, noncon

[SFW]

Let's start with the defense classes

Defense:

Demoman

Deffo didn't admit that he loved you

Tbh he probably blamed it on his drunkenness

But dude you're always drunk

I mean seriously if he sobers up he'll genuinely die so like-

He would usually drink with you or just around you if you don't drink

He's generally a fun chill guy to be with

He would watch you from a distance at times, especially during battle you might distract the cyclops

He's okay with you asking questions

One time he broke his eyepatch and needed a new one

You gave him a nice black eyepatch with the demoman emblem on it

He gets all red whenever you say his full name, because he knows you remembered it

He is generally against kidnapping, I mean especially since he lives with his ma he'd rather not

And because he's a gentleman

If you ever reciprocate his feelings he'll make sure to treat you right

He is a messy person but for you? He'll clean

Probably would get carried away and make home made bombs with all the cleaning supplies 🤦‍♂️

Takes you to meet his mom

"ooo Tavish, yer gonna get me some grand kiddos are ya?"

That made you both blush like crazy

Soft cheek kisses

Probably made a special bomb and named it after you

"this one's for you, luv!" *Proceeds to set off all stickybombs which blows up the entire enemy team*

Blew up the last guy who looked at you funny

Hell, even worse when they make a sexual remark to you scout probably did it

Likes to give you your space but when he's paranoid he follows you to wherever or watched you from a distance

Heavy

Two words: big boy

Hugs are 10000000000/10

Sometimes it fewls suffocating but man it's like hugging a cloud

Soft forehead kisses

Russian pet names

He sometimes lets you touch Sasha, that's how he knows he loves you because he doesn't even let medic, his best friend, touch her

Probably named a gun after you or one of the pet names he calls you

You definitely met his family and they loved you

Zana especially

Doesn't get jealous easily but will not hesitate to unload 12 pounds of bullets into someone who even LOOKS at you the wrong way

Lord have mercy on the ones who dare flirt with you, rest in pieces scout

Doesn't really follow you anywhere (you're a bit too fast for him) but he does watch you and check up on you

He preforms okay on the battlefield but when you're around, he'll show off

Will cook for you, mainly russian dishes

He's very against kidnapping and would rather not do it

Doesn't shut up about you when he's around medic

Engineer

F l u f f y

Very softspoken in general but he gets all flustered when you talk to him

Will check up on you occasionally

"Darlin'" "Honey bunny" things like that y'know

Huge smile when you're around

Will cook for you most definitely, knows what you like

Makes little robots for you

Likes seeing you use his dispenser

Doesn't get jealous easily either but will try and take you away from someone who wants your attention

Likes just having you in his presence, doesn't need to talk to be happy with you around

Very very against kidnapping like all other defense classes, wouldn't do it unless if he truly felt the need to, last resort kind of thing

The last guy who flirted with you had a sentry gun shoved up his ass

Doesn't really follow you anywhere

Offense:

Scout

Nothing short of a horomonal teenager

I mean he's 21 but

He gets so giddy around you, very loud, tries to show off

He loves you very much

"oh yeah? Well I once absolutely smashed a guy into peices, he was still screaming when he was dead!"

He brags about brutal things but hey you love it since you're also brutal

Flexes his non-existent muscles around you

Would talk about his mom to you all day

Definitely got a tattoo of your face and name somewhere on his body, most likely his bicep

Your name is probably misspelled too but you never say anything about it because he can't read so it's fine

He hasn't really thought about kidnapping in all honesty, again, a last resort kinda thing if he can't get you to love him

He will make a damn SCENE if anyone flirts with you

"you think that's funny, chucklenuts? I eat guys like you for breakfast lunch AND dinner!" "I'll blow yer freakin head off if ya talk to y/n like that again!" Would definitely drag you away

God help anyone that makes you uncomfortable, he'll fuck them up, if that person is medic I mean he'll try to but we all know how fucking scary medic is

Follows you at times

Pyro

"Mphmphmpph"

Seems more lovey around you

Definitely gave you a hand full of the enemy's bloody bones thinking it was a bouquet of flowers

Absolute baby

Just so precious, scary but precious

Hugs for days

Good luck trying to get their ass off of you when you're on cease-fire

Very warm though, they smell like smoke with a bit of blood

Likes petting you

Isn't against the idea of kidnap because they don't realize what they're actually doing, they think they're just taking you to a magical place

Snuggles

When someone flirts with you their whole world changes

Gets angry and starts yelling at them

"MPHMPHMOHMPHHH! MPHMPHNHUMAHUMA!" - Pyro 2021

Will not let you get a checkup alone, he trusts medic but not with you

Very sweet tho, he'll turn around when you need to strip down

Will follow you almost EVERYWHERE and if they can, while holding your hand

Soldier

Yells at you a little less than the others

At first doesn't realize how he feels but then realizes that he loves you

Is pretty protective over you

Rants about America all day to you

Probably got you an american flag to wear

Doesn't really take off his helmet but he likes seeing you in it, makes him proud

If you ever live with him you'll find out that he owns like 20 racoons

"YOU ARE CUTER THAN A RACOON" "YOU WILL BE SAFE ON THE BATTLEFIELD, DO YOU HEAR ME MAGGOT?"

He loudly wakes everyone up in the morning but tries to avoid waking you up

Loves you as much as he loves America

Will show off on the battlefield for you

Isn't against kidnapping you, he probably did it early on if you showed immediately that you didn't reciprocate his feelings

Will blow any guy that hits on you to absolute bits

"MAGGOT DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL LEAVE THE LADY/MAN ALONE THIS INSTANT!"

Probably put you on his back and rocket jumped just to show you what it felt like

Follows you around a lot, it's really obvious because he wears a bucket over his head and crashes into things, when you look back he'll stand behind a lamp post or somewhere really obvious

Support

Ah yes, everyones favorite class including mine

Sniper

Very quiet

Takes secret glances at you

Pays more attention to you than the others

S h y

Asks how you are, how you slept, etc

Doesn't really need to be holding you, tbh he's against PDA

But he likes being in your presence

Just sit down next to him and he'll be fine

When he's on the battlefield, he'll look for you and make sure you're safe

God forbid anyone try to hurt you, he'll make them suffer

Talks about Australia to you and accidentally admitted that he wanted to take you there

Doesn't like the idea of kidnapping but he isn't totally against it, I can see him doing it

He smuggled you all the damn way to Australia

He'll nonchalantly show off to you on the battlefield, he'll let you get cornered and come in to save the day

"love" is a word he uses a lot with you

Will grumble to himself if he sees someone flirting with you

If it's a random person, well, that'll be the last time you ever see them

Has talked about you to his parents

Kind of follows you? I mean he sits atop a high placeand watches you through his scope whenever you're going somewhere

Spy

SEDUCTIVE ASF

He knows what he's doing

Will kiss your hand a lot

Likes to flirt with you and see you blush

"honhonhon"

Sleazy french fucker

Watched you from afar at first then approached you a little later

Isn't against the idea of kidnapping, pro kidnapping, definitely did it not only to have you to himself but for some sort of sexual satisfaction

Just very uh... Lewd? Can't find the right word

He treats you very respectfully though

If he hears anyone else flirting with you he'll be fuming but won't show it

"Oh please, like you could EVER satisfy y/n's desires"

That person mysteriously disappeared that night

Very cocky bastard

Definetly follows you home, not only that but he watches you through your window

And stalks you

He knows everything about you

Would get you either by knocking you unconscious or by blackmailing you

Medic

B a s t a r d

Gets LOUD when you're around

And giddy

Very touchy, always has a reason to put his hands on you

Talks a lot with you around, I mean he already talks a lot but now he won't shut up

Keeps his office nice and clean for you

He restocks on everything so when you come around you can take a loot at all his medicines

Big smile :D

Like spy he is not at all against kidnapping you

Makes sure you're comfortable during checkups

Will make you wait to be seen last just so he can take his time touching your body

"it's all part of the procedure".mp3

Compliments you in weird ways, ex: "your skin is so smooth and lovely, it's the perfect texture to make leather out of" "you have an amazing colon"

Look he's just trying his best here he has a screw loose

You're the only member who he's careful with really

Sometimes allows you to get hurt or has you get hurt by something just so you can see him

Always follows you wherever

Knows everything about you

If someone is flirting with you, he'll get quiet at first and use a low tone to speak to them

"you have guts talking to y/n like that"

They were never seen again

With kidnapping, he won't hesitate to use blackmail against you, or will just use anesthesia

Bonus: Pauling

Pauling

This lady values her work over her life, but to her you're so much more important

Will call you a lot on the battlefield to check in on you

Won't give you extremely hard missons to do because she doesn't want you to get hurt

"Hey (class), Pauling here. I need you... No not like that I just- I mean- for a mission yeah a mission"

Gets all flustered when you're around

Will take her only day off to spend time with you, what a sweetheart

Keeps multiple tabs on you

Follows you around

Doesn't really have time for kidnapping

But if it comes to that, she'll make something up so she has a reason to kidnap you

If anyone else is flirting with you she won't show that she's annoyed

She'll make something up as an excuse to execute them

[NSFW]

Defense

Demo

Has definitely thought of what you'd look like while naked

B l u s h

Has used a mental image of you to get off before

Probably has an actual photo of you

When he drinks a little more than usual, he'll accidentally brush his hand against your ass or get touchy with you

Will not force himself on you, he's 100% against that

If you decide to have sex with him, praise is what you're gonna get

"you're as beautiful as a shot of whiskey in the sunrise"

Very gentle with his hands

Heavy

Not the type to masturbate

Unless if he gets THAT worked up

Again, against forcing himself on you

But if you want it no doubt you will top

He's also gentle with you

And loving

Praise is all you're gonna get

Sometimes russian sometimes broken english

Either way he will worship your body

Engi

Again, a more modest guy, doesn't really touch himself

Might just use a robot to pleasure himself when thinking about you

Probably has a photo of you and him around his workshop

Never forces himself on you

He's sweet and gentle when you do want it though

Sometimes gets help from his robot friends

Offense

Scout

Gets off on thinking about you

Won't force himself on you though

Sexual remarks × 100

Calls you handsome/beautiful in bed

I wouldn't say he's the best in bed but hey he's good I guess

Cuddles after sex most likely

Probablh threw out all his sexual magazines because they just didn't do the trick anymore

Sometimes when he runs past you, your shirt/skirt gets lifted up by a gust of wind and he can't help but look ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Since I hit the text limit, I'll be making a part 2, stay tuned

#tf2 x reader #medic x reader #engineer x reader #spy x reader #yandere hcs #yandere #scout x reader #sniper x reader #heavy x reader #demoman x reader #pyro x reader #soldier x reader #pauling x reader #yandere tf2

[euphoricsunflowers]

sub!twice based on the very little i know about them!! tell me how wrong (or right?) you think i am and why :)

nayeon - gives both pillow princess and brat vibes, like she’d tease you just to get what she wants but she’s in over her head and ends up being all overwhelmed. loves attention? degradation mixed with praise vibes too also the obvious bunny thing makes me think she likes teasing nicknames

jeongyeon - seems very teasing and childish in the way she is outside of the bed, but i think she just wants to be taken care of. she might be insecure about a lot of things and wants someone to care for her mentally as well as physically.

momo - seems very switchy, but i honestly can’t peg how i think of her as a sub. part of me wants to think she’s a bit bratty in how she’d egg you on and tease you in kinda cruel ways, but the second you get her alone she melts quickly. all about the praise. will arch her back when you fuck her and you will fall head over heels for her right then and there

sana - kinky!! oh my god it’s always the shy ones that seem so so kinky. like she could really be into the dirtiest things i really feel it. objectification probs. probably not super obedient because she probably likes to be treated badly in bed whoops-

jihyo - omg just looking at her lil face brings me with joy i love these girls 😭😭 anyway jihyo gives me good girl vibes idk idk like i don’t think she’s the most submissive but i do think she’s a sweetie pie who wants to please. wants to be praised physically i think, gives off the vibe.

mina - mina seems like someone who wants to be led, who really values and trusts the opinions of the people she looks up to. i could see her being like the perfect good girl :,) like genuinely she seems so sweet ☺️ pillow princess vibes

dahyun - her vibes are hard to pick up on but i’m sensing some playfulness and some teasing, but nothing too bad. just enough for an eyebrow raise and then she’d be like “ah sorry i’m kidding!!”. kinda maybe seems like the type to like doggy style i cannot tell you where i’m getting this vibe from but i’m getting it.

chaeyoung - i love her and her cute face omg she seems like such a cutie. maybe doesn’t hate being treated like a dummy if you know what i mean. and while they’re all short save for tzuyu, chae might specifically find a height different a turn on. just having to look up at someone, or even better getting to look up at them with sultry eyes might be fun for her.

tzuyu - wants someone calm and quiet and respectful, but will fuck her till she’s seeing stars. probably a pillow princess but absolutely deserves it. is fine with praise but likes some gentle degradation more i think. likes to be touched teasingly but not in inappropriate situations, only in private while you’re seducing her.

#is this even the right order? i have no idea #sub!twice #sub!nayeon #sub!jeongyeon #sub!momo #sub!jihyo #sub!sana #sub!mina #sub!dahyun #sub!chaeyoung #sub!tzuyu

[harlowwrites]

Unlucky.

[Not my gif]

Pairing: Yandere! Steve Rogers x Gender neutral! reader

Warnings: Other than mentions of drugging not much I guess

4 years.

Oh yeah, you counted the years from when you finally escaped his grasp. You inhaled the fresh air, You had moved from the busy city life and into the country side, completely changing your identity.

You lived as Amara Harper, Not Y/n L/n, Amara Harper. It was crucial that you stayed on your toes at all times, you didn’t even want to fathom what would happen if you got caught again.

You stood up from under the tree and looked at your pocket watch, you trashed the watch he gifted you, You knew he put a tracker in it you weren’t dumb. You left anything remotely modern and completely gave into the country style.

“G’morning Amara nice day out eh?” Mr. Carter, You nodded and gave him a soft smile, “I agree sir, That’s why I’m out here enjoying it what about you?” 

“Oh don’t mind me darlin’ just getting some tools.” He laughed as he waved a final goodbye letting sigh a relief. You were gripping your book so hard it nearly tore.

Darling.

You shivered even though the sun was perfectly warm, you felt cold, that word reminded you so much of him, The man that literally kept you behind bars. The man that thought he was doing the right thing. You didn’t want to remember him, no, so you started walking back to your small cabin to freshen up.

While walking you couldn’t help but notice footprints going the same direction to your house, Huh?, you didn’t remember giving anyone but Mr. Carter your address. He had to deliver you food and certain groceries because you lived up on the hill.

“No... it can’t be him.” You mumbled to yourself as you picked up your pace up the hill, afraid, there was no way he could’ve ever found you again it had been years. He should’ve forgotten you by now.

You shook your head, trying to get that thought of your head.

--

Yawning you took out the keys from your basket but noticed the door was opened a little, You froze and reached for the door handle opening it slightly so you could see who it was.

“No...” You whispered as he stood in the far corner of your living room leaning on a wall, He turned his head in your direction and you immediately flinched. Why... No, how did he find you?

You made sure to trash anything that led to you, you don’t even have a phone for fucks sake so how... How? 

“Don’t waste your time thinking about how I got here, darling.” He chuckled darkly as he walked closer to you. You slowly turned your head to leave when you felt his arm snake around your hip, You whipped your head around to meet his eyes but he had already pushed you into his chest and pulled you into your house.

The warmth... Oh how you missed it, cuddling him on his couch hearing his soothing heartbeat not caring about the world because he took care of you. No, what were you thinking? You couldn’t be lured into his honey trap again, you wouldn’t be able to get out again.

He drugged you. Numerous amounts of times just because you wanted to go out and have fun, of course he couldn’t let that happen, his angel was too pure for the world. 

He was delusional, he caged you in his house, not letting you see the sun ever again.

You pushed at his chest, refusing to like his embrace. Steve chuckled, he looked down and sighed ruffling your hair in the process. “Don’t struggle and accept it.”

“No! I will never accept this... this shit!” Punching his chest, hoping he would let you go.

“Watch your language.” He growled, you stifled a quiet whimper, the memories immediately flooding back into your head. He pet your head as he felt you relax in his embrace. He smiled to himself thinking that you finally let him take care of you.

"Don’t worry bunny, I won’t let you run away again.” He whispered into your ear while playing with your hair. Without warning he picked you up with ease, he pushed the door open and started walking.

Steve’s voice still repeating in your head; I won’t let you run away again. It kept you in a trance. Still in a daze, you looked around, the warm sun hitting the both of you making you squint.

Shit.

It hit you all at once, he had found you again, how could you let this happen? You started yelling, you didn’t know for who but you just hoped someone was nearby.

“Help! Please anyone!” Steve immediately glared down at you, he undid his tie and harshly stuffed it into your mouth, he suddenly gripped your chin, “You better behave, bunny.” 

As Steve was glaring at you, Mr. Carter walked around the corner. Hope suddenly refilled you flailed your arms trying to get him to look over here. 

“Oh, er, Aren’t you that Captain America guy?” Mr. Carter said as he adjusted his glasses. “Why is Amara in your arms? Yer kidnapping them or something?” He said obviously joking.

Steve tensed up but brushed it off and smiled at him with his signature smile. “they got into a little... trouble on the way up, had to save them sir. their ankle is twisted.” He replied calmly but you knew he was fuming inside.

Mr. Carter nodded and waved him a goodbye before turning the corner and ultimately leaving, your only hope. Steve turned around and hugged you tighter grumbling about distractions from his darling.

You glared at him, that was utter bullshit, he is kidnapping you. He was a psycho and you hated yourself for ever falling in love with him in the first place.

--

You sighed and looked at the counter in boredom, it was empty, You worked at a diner that only served breakfast and it was noon so the diner was basically deserted.

“Can’t we go, I’m honestly sure no one is going to come for breakfast at 12:30 in the afternoon.” You said as you picked at the leftover food next to you. Your manager, Wanda, laughed and walked next to you wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Just wait another hour, Captain America is about to walk through.” You looked at her in disbelief as she said that. “I’m not lying!” You snorted. “Yeah right.”

 She rolled her eyes and shook you, “Cheer up, make yourself a sandwich or something to pass the time.” You mumbled a ok and slumped in your chair.

Wanda was such a nice manager, you were a little lucky in that sense. Only a little though.

Time had passed and one sandwich was gone, You looked up at the clock; 1:30 pm, huh. He should be walking in anytime soon. You brushed your apron down and dusted the remainder of the bread crumbs away.

Ding, the doorbell rang as the towering man walked in, Wow, you thought, he is built like a Greek statue. His shirt was tight around his chest and his biceps. You couldn’t help but stare.

He chuckled a little and took off his sunglasses, letting you get a glimpse of his perfect blue eyes. God, you’ve seen them in pictures and posters but seeing them in real life was so... surreal.

Steve finally took a seat and you handed him a menu, “Ah, I’m fine doll I’ve been here way too many times, Wanda know what I want you can go ahead and ask her.”

“Oh alright then, uh coming right up!” 

Doll, Doll, Doll.

That nickname was going to drive you insane.

You walked into the kitchen, Wanda already handing you his regular. “Wh-”

“He asked you to talk to me right?” She asked not looking up at the stove, You nod but then say yes forgetting she couldn’t see you.

“Yep, made it already, No need to thank me hun.” She leaned on the counter with a rag on her shoulder. Wanda winked at you and urged you to go out and give it to him.

You quickly thank her and walk out holding the plate in one hand and his drink in the other.

“Here you go and here you go.” You place his food and warmly smiled at him.

“Thank you doll.” He grabbed your hand and placed a 20 dollar note in your hand before you could leave. “Oh sir... No I can’t accept this, It’s too much.” You were stunned to say the least, you never got this much as a tip.

“Don’t worry about it.” He waved you off and started eating, You slowly started to walk off, pocketing the 20 dollars smiling widely.

Steve looked back up at you, he smiled, The way you talked to him was... warm. You weren’t all over him like the others you were a warm ray of sunshine. You disappeared behind the door and a wave of panic rushed over him.

He knew you left to go back to the kitchen, you worked here but he didn’t want you to leave.... He needed to protect you so you wouldn’t change. He got up and left money enough to pay for his food and left.

--

After that, everything went downhill from there.

The kidnapping, the constant manipulation you couldn’t take it anymore so you finally escaped.

And now you were back in his arms.

How unlucky.

A/n: a simple oneshot, hope you enjoy !

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere!steve rogers x reader #yandere steve rogers #yandere steve #yandere marvel #yandere avengers #dark!steve rogers x reader

[nochiquinn]

exandria unlimited: kymal: part one: 🐩

crown keepers minus their one brain cell let's goooo

IT IS BEGIN

oh no she cute

"we're at the same table, nerds!" it's going to be CHAOS

"he's been THROUGH IT"

Dwarven Nincompoop

aw, no more comfy matt

chinhands at this opening

cyrus, your dumbshit brother

where errebody go

I had to step away but I come back to gilmore plans

"a little smarter" "ehnnn"

"I said a LITTLE"

FRENS

purple!

aimee ur eyelashes

"chosen family" cries

I Love opal's new art

opal using her vestige to steal

"it's a lot of women yelling"

oh god she literally has a shoulder angel and shoulder devil except she already wasn't listening to the shoulder angel

I WAS JOKING ABOUT USING THE VESTIGE TO STEAL

I fucking love opal

I've had this headcanon of dariax trying to keep opal safe or at least not actively throwing herself into volcanos but I knew that was wishful thinking

"he's got the luck of the idiots"

drags dariax away from the table by the collar

"act natural" oh god

SHE

matt

I love her

oh someone has worked hospitality

"pure brewer's yeast"

"I'm leaving! I'm already done!"

"I like bread." jester?

"I eat it." fcg?

"you got a problem?" "yeah!" "you wanna take this outside?" "no!"

"remember when I said keep a low fuCKING PROFILE"

oh no dorian is the braincell

I Love Her

coin? coin in play? EXPLAIN

oh dislike

erica use the barbie voice USE THE BARBIE VOICE

erica this is extremely specific

"I'm not supposed to be out of my room"

this whole casino is gonna light the FUCK up

"I'm Detecting It"

that's actually extremely cool??

taking out her frustration on pickpockets

cat the rabbit

CABBIT

"did you just nope me"

dariax. DARIAX.

dorian

cackles loudly

glitchy circlet

opAL

"I'm so glad I called you guys"

you are not immune to pretty fire lady

nice save aabria

"it's canon"

oh. oh no.

"a grandma? wearing grandma clothes?"

oh NO

well well well if it isn't the consequences of their own actions

friendly reminder that opal is nineteen, MAYBE twenty years old

ah yes, the Aladdin Gambit

ngl when they said bromance was I was expecting some hitachiin shit

I can't see matt's face but his forehead just went on a journey

oh now he's just dead

her WHAT

Morrighan please explain me your deal

okay which one of them heard "we need one million dollars" and suggested gamblnever mind it was opal

opal

I accept this retcon

why did the subs just say MATT [JENGA]

Traditional Rogue Attire

Functional Feathers

dariax

"you'd never expect a poodle from a bunny"

"you're on thin ice" "why?!" "because it's funny"

it's because you're you, cyrus

no direct victims

......is dariax still being tracked

HEIST DADDY

"hack down the door" this is hilarious bc I've been playing persona 5 strikers

....akechi, yusuke, and futaba playing dungeons and dragons

(akechi, yusuke, futaba, symmetra, and she-ra)

"I don't like that we have a problem" "I like it"

my dariax/dorian/orym headcanon is that dariax sees that dorian is upset at leaving orym behind and blames cyrus

(and he should)

Evil Check

matt: I'm canonically an idiot

where's the art, I need it

they got him a PRESENT

....they stole him a PRESENT

"is this a dead man's mandolin" "no! no - he's not - is he?" "eh."

I love them

oh nO THEY DON'T KNOW

I FORGOT THEY DON'T KNOW

...how did you roll 10 on 2d4

"he's good at what he's good at!!"

"DO YOU KNOW DENI$E?!" ".....we gotta go"

"no we don't! :D"

"I'm gonna pretend your dad is my dad and he told me that" "that would be very sad indeed for both of us"

BEADS OF LOVE

matt missed it and I'm sad

TED 2

I came back to dariax ghosting his ex

"I can do a kill"

MAP

DOOR

sex pestedal

this is the little camera drone from watch_dogs

orym where are you, we need the braincell

this doofus

"my first instinct is to protect dariax" gay

"are you gonna kill us?!" "maybe I will! maybe I wanna go home early tonight!"

if dorian dies I riot

what in the magnus archives

we found the poodle!

exCUSE ME

MAGICAL GIRL BLESS

"it all certainly looks like stone. then you notice....it LOOKS like stone"

CYRUS

this room is getting uncomfortably full

excuse

exCUSE

yeah yeah fuck yeah

I forgot how much I like aabria's spider queen voice

oh no ted 2

MATT

BOOGER METEOR

"are you DONE NOW"

I love him

matt still managing to give erica the hdywttd

he did a baton pass!!

giving mr. tumnus a concussion

what in the eluvian

"wait you found gin?"

STEAL THE SKYBAR

fuck an airship, FLYING BAR

Death Dwarf

"he stole words from our faces!"

"I don't wanna wait a week, can we just come back tomorrow?"

I'm using this precedent for every awful matthew mercer cliffhanger from now on

like coming home from your cool aunt's house "but AABRIA let us come back the next day!"

Don't Do A Murder, Do A Poodle

I'm waiting for a stinger

aw, no stinger :(

#exandria unlimited #critical role #spoilers #live blog #reaction post #crititag #exutag

[braindeadbaddie]

A Study on Love: Relearning What It Means to Be Human

Takemichi doesn’t really remember what it’s like to love. He doesn’t really remember what it’s like to live either.

So he is forced to relearn.

In his first life, he blocked all his emotions out, buried his fiery personality away, and kept his head down always apologizing apologizing apologizing. He never wanted to live through the hell his arrogance cost him ever again.

One mistake was all it took to fuck up his life for good.

And yet one push was all it took to make it right.

Takemichi loves Hinata.

Or he did.

When your life’s peak is in the second year of middle school, where emotions and hormones are always high, and everything is so intense, love is as simple as ice cream on a hot summer day.

His first life was simple. The days bled together, full of sorry sorry sorry. Because he was so sorry sorry sorry. Nothing was good, everything was trash, so of course he loved the only person who ever thought highly of him. Of course, that was the highlight of love.

But here he is, in his second life, with a future he crafted, that he took initiative in, that is so much more colorful than his previous one.

And so less lonely.

He doesn’t remember much, his memories of the current timeline lagging a little to catch up, but he does know that even the him that was left to live his life up to this point, started to feel it too:

The dull gray that comes with thinking that as cute as the idea of middle-school sweethearts to lifetime partners is, maybe it isn’t for him. Maybe he doesn’t love Hina the way he once did.

He loved her so much, and he still does. But not like he did before. Her kisses don’t make him feel strong the way they used to. Her embrace lacks a certain warmth. Her love doesn’t make him feel alive the way it used to.

He doesn’t regret saving her. No. He never could. Because he loves Hinata. And maybe it isn’t the blazing love it once was, but it is still a fire that keeps him warm. It makes him feel so good knowing that he saved her, that she’s alive, she’s safe. She’s happy. But she deserves to be happier. She deserves a love that will fulfill her, a love that Takemichi cannot provide for her.

And so Takemichi comes to his first conclusion about love.

That maybe we can love differently at 26 than we did at 14, but that doesn’t make the love any less real.

Just because something is no longer true, doesn’t mean that it once wasn’t, and that doesn’t make it any less valid. People grow, people learn. People become different people.

And isn’t that the most beautiful thing about human nature?

That we can change. That our lives are in our tiny, helpless but ever-changing hands.

So he breaks up with Hina, tells her as gently as possible, cushioning the blows with “I love you, just not the way I used to” and “it’s not you, it’s me,” and “I’m so sor—“

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t apologize.

He takes a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you like this…”

Yes. That is true. That he feels.

Hina cries and Takemichi hugs her. He offers to stay at a friend’s until she is ready to leave. She agrees because she is too much of a mess to do otherwise.

As he packs a bag to stay at Akkun’s or Mikey’s or one of the other guys’ place for a week or so, he is certain that they’ll both be okay.

He’s sure of it.

So Takemichi makes his way out, planting a final kiss to Hina’s head, whispering a soft affirmation that love will find her.

And then he’s out the door and out of her life for good.

Oddly enough, his first instinct is to call Mikey…so he does and not even 20 minutes later, a beautiful CB205T is driving up to the convenience store he is at.

Mikey gives him a reassuring smile, still unaware of why he’s been called out here and why Takemichi needs a place to crash for a while. He just heard Takemichi needed him, and he was already on his way.

Takemichi settles onto the bike, wrapping his arms around Mikey and sighs, inhaling Mikey’s fresh cologne and body wash and fabric softener.

And as he rides through the city with his cheek pressed against Mikey’s warm back, he comes to his first hypothesis about love.

That love must be warm, and smells like vanilla, cinnamon, and sweet sweet ocean breeze.

~~~~

Mikey is helpless.

That is Takemichi’s first impression of staying with him in the first week.

No wonder Draken lives with him, he giggles to himself one morning.

But Takemichi is helpless too, and he realizes that maybe he wants to stop being so. Because he did want a second chance at life. The least he could do was learn household chores.

So he cooks with Draken over his shoulder, instructing him on what to do in a surprising calm voice. The drastic improvement between each meal is always shocking.

He helps Draken with dishes, laundry, and even a bit of spring cleaning.

Takemichi thinks that this is what love must be like. Because what better way to love than to take care of someone in every way you know how.

Mikey is helpless but he takes the skills he does learn and applies it to the small room he has put together in dedication of his missing family. Shin’s room made from a garage stays the same, a time capsule of love. In the memorial are the ashes of Shin, Emma, and his grandfather. The room is adorned with memories, and a picture of Baji nestled between his siblings.

He has the bunny Draken gave Emma on her birthday, three tattered kid uniforms with Sano Dojo embroidered on them hanging on the wall, a picture of the abandoned building with the collapsed ceiling in the Philippines. He has pictures of old bikes, childhood photos, a first generation Black Dragons jacket and a copy of the photo of the founders of Toman. There is a photo of Izana towards the back of the room, hidden away in the corner, a Teijiku jacket hung above and a pair of earrings lay in front.

Takemichi goes into the room sometimes, talks in a soft voice and apologizes for all that he couldn’t do to save the people closest to Mikey. But he promises them that he will dedicate himself to make sure life is a bit easier for him, because now he can share Mikey’s burden with him, instead of making him feel like he must do it alone.

Takemichi looks at all the photos, radiating love, of all of Mikey’s loss, and finally realizes why Kisaki was able to manipulate him into going dark in so many future. Why he still lost his way, even without Kisaki.

And so Takemichi, belatedly, comes to his second conclusion on love.

That love is what makes us human.

It is what fills our lives with color. It connects us to one another, makes life worth living. The two are connected, needing one another so that life does not become bleak and gray. Love hurts, but the hurt is only possible because of love.

Love is our first language.

And Takemichi so desperately wants to use his second life to become more human.

So he makes dorayaki on days that Mikey’s eyes look far away. They’re awful at first; Mikey makes a very disgusted face and a dramatic show of spitting them out. But it still doesn’t fail to bring his eyes back to the present. And Takemichi is determined and stubborn, and if he could fix the future, he can make the perfect dorayaki for his best friend.

So he consults with Draken and the internet and slowly but surely, manages to make a dorayaki so perfect that Mikey’s eyes shine and shimmer and look at him with so much emotion he feels paralyzed in place.

Ah, Takemichi thinks helplessly. That is what love must look like.

~~~

Takemichi moves in with Mikey and Draken.

It’s something brought up by Mikey, co-signed by Draken, and so it instantly becomes a course of action, no matter how badly Takemichi wants to protest.

But he doesn’t.

Because Takemichi thinks that home feels a lot more like a traditional Japanese house, right next to a dojo, with a garage time-capsule than a shitty apartment with paper-thin walls and shitty neighbors.

Home is mornings with Draken wrapped up in a blue-gray apron with a small dragon stitched into the corner pocket, made with love by Mitsuya, making a traditional Japanese breakfast, cursing out Mikey for always waking up so late.

Home is Mikey stumbling into the kitchen, looking more like an adorable 12 year old than a full grown man who could kill you with one kick.

Home is running his hair through black locks on the porch that overlooks a small garden, because Mikey is clingy and says Takemichi is so warm and insisting that he must nap in his lap every Sunday afternoon.

Home is growing fresh vegetables with Draken in the garden to make meals filled with love. It’s the perfect balance of a noisy kitchen while making dinner and a cup of calming tea in the dead quiet before bed.

And so Takemichi comes to his third conclusion about love.

That love is what makes a home.

~~~

Chifuyuu runs a pet shop with Kazutora because he still loves Baji.

Hakkai is a model because he spent so much time around Mitsuya because he loves him.

Smiley and Angry run a ramen shop together, balancing one another, because they love each other.

Mitsuya is a fashion designer because he started sewing for his two baby sisters who he loves so much.

Pey-yan is Pah-chin’s assistant because he loves him.

Draken lives with and takes care of Mikey because he loves him.

Mikey made and disbanded Toman because he loves his friends.

And so Takemichi comes to his fourth conclusion on love.

That love is a lot less like fire, and a lot more like water.

That love is not in burning the world for someone, but building a world for them instead. It is nurturing, it is life, and it refreshes. It makes up so much of who we are.

Sometimes it is soft like a drizzling rain. Sometimes it is sweet like a cool, crisp glass of water. Sometimes it is harsh like a thunderstorm. Sometimes it can be damaging like a brutal tsunami.

But it always always always nourishes the Earth. Even if the pits of it are dark and scary, unknown trenches of deep deep ocean.

Love is so integral to our being.

~~~

Takemichi is slowly but surely learning what it means to be human. He is slowly but surely learning to live each day as if it were precious.

He takes morning runs with Draken. He fosters an environment of forgiveness at work between his employees. He eats ramen at the twin’s shop. He gets bi-weekly haircuts from Akkun. He wears his special Mitsuya-made apron as he cooks dinner. He buys the magazines Hakkai is featured in. He hangs out with Chifuyuu every Friday night. He still talks to Hina and Naoto, loving the way that the light in Hina’s eyes shine brighter than they ever did with him.

And every morning, and every night, in a small futon, he kisses Mikey, sweet and lovingly.

He holds Mikey close to his chest, guarding him from drifting far away into a sea of sorrow ever again. He whispers sweet nothings into his ear, calling him Manjirou on days he sees dark clouds rolling in his eyes. He kisses him like he is trying to pour all the love he feels into Mikey’s heart.

He lets Mikey cry out about how hard life has been, and how much he has suffered. He kisses away his tears, shares his burdens, and wraps him in warm warm love.

Because he has come to a fifth conclusion about love.

That love, to him, is a fierce desire to save someone.

And hasn’t his whole second life been dedicated to saving Mikey?

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