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writemekpop · 1 year

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Tough Girl | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: Your partner Haechan tries his hardest to get closer to you, but you're not used to letting anyone in...

Genre: Enemies to lovers AU, cheeky Hyuck

Word Count: 1.1k

Gif: @rainbowrenjun

The death threat had been quite uninteresting.

YOU’RE GONNA DIE BITCH

As a police officer, you had made a lot of enemies. However, you decided to trace the computer that sent the threat anyway. It was in a run-down bungalow at the outskirts of town.

As you approached the bungalow, you heard a noise behind you. You spun around and tackled the person to the ground, your body working on autopilot. You straddled their chest and pointed your gun at their forehead.

"Haechan?” you said in disbelief.

“Don’t shoot,” he said, eyes wide.

Haechan, or Detective Lee as he was officially known, was your ‘partner’. You had gotten on fine without a partner for years… until HQ had sent this 22-year-old boy to babysit you.

“You followed me?” you hissed.

Great. To add insult to injury, you had been followed, and you hadn’t even noticed.

Calling Haechan ‘difficult’ was an understatement. He was always so... eager. He hovered around the office, baking fresh muffins every morning, teaching the secretaries how to salsa dance. Once, he even complimented your hair.

Eventually, you had to tell him the story of how you sliced the tip of your ex-boyfriend Jeno’s dick off just to get him to leave you alone.

Come to think of it, there had been one day that Haechan hadn’t been in the office. Three nights ago, when you got the email with the death threat.

What if Haechan hadn’t followed you to this bungalow at all? What if… he was the one who sent you the death threat?

For the second time in your life, you felt a tingle of fear. You brushed the feeling off as well as you could.

“That was one boring-ass death threat you sent me,” you quipped, trying your best to sound casual.

“You’ve been getting death threats?” Haechan's face darkened. “You don’t really think I sent them?”

“We both know you hate me. And why else would you be here? Nobody’s paying you to follow me around,” you said, clutching your gun.

Haechan scoffed. “I’m your partner, Y/n. I was worried about you. Ever heard of that?” He shut his eyes in frustration. “I can’t believe I lied for you.”

“You what?”

“I told HQ that you’d changed. I told them you were a great team player, that you never broke the rules. Know the best part? I told them you’d gotten over your trust issues, and you would never accuse a colleague again.”

Your face hardened.

“Yeah. I know all about last year,” Haechan said.

“You don’t know a thing.”

“I know you almost killed an innocent officer because you thought he was crooked without evidence,” Haechan said. “I didn’t send you any death threat.”

You realised you were still straddling Haechan’s waist. You stood up and let Haechan free, hoping the dim light would hide your darkening cheeks.

Haechan jumped to his feet, brushing himself off.

“Beat it,” you said. “I'm not scared of you. You don’t have the guts to follow through on your little e-mail.”

Although you acted tough, you were shaken.

Just then, car headlights lurched out of the garage, blindingly bright.

They were aiming straight at you.

There was no time to move out of the way. The flavour of death rose up your throat. You smiled as you considered the irony of your situation. You had fought just about every monster the world had to offer, but what finally got you would be a mundane hit-and-run.

But then, you felt someone fling your body to the side.

You just had time to see Haechan’s body arcing in front of the headlights…

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Haechan was lucky. All he had was a sprained wrist from pushing you out of the way.

Now, you were sitting at the bungalow’s kitchen table, sullenly wrapping Haechan’s wrist. His skin was soft to your touch.

The kitchen was plastered with stalker-like photographs of you. The person sending you death threats turned out to be a criminal you’d put away years ago.

Haechan was innocent.

“Shouldn’t I get this checked out?” he asked.

“I once swam the English Channel with a broken leg,” you said. Then, feeling a pang of guilt, you stomped to the freezer and back. “Peas.”

“Gee, thanks…”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you said sternly. “Jumped in front of that car, I mean. I had it under control.”

You both knew this was not true.

“You could have been killed,” you said.

Haechan smiled slowly. “Is this your way of saying you’re worried about me?”

“As you said, Detective, you’re my… partner.” Your shoulders sunk. “Alright, I owe you. What do you want?”

“I don’t want anything.” Haechan sighed. “No matter what you do to me, I can’t help caring about you. I like you, Y/n. Hell of a lot more than I should.”

You looked up at him.

Haechan’s chocolate eyes gazed back into yours, perfectly honest.

“Did you not listen when I told you about Jeno? The tip – sliced right off,” you said gruffly, so you wouldn’t have to deal with that look in Haechan’s eyes and the fact that you wanted to kiss him right now.

“I know you can look after yourself,” Haechan said earnestly. “I hate to admit it, but you can do just about anything. But… you’re not alone. I want us to be more than friends.”

Haechan took your hand with his good one. He moved closer. When you were held at gunpoint, your heart did not race. But your heart was racing now.

Haechan’s lips touched yours.

They were unbelievably soft. Haechan’s scent was somewhere between milk, soap and fresh bread, yet sweeter than all of them combined. Maybe this time, you could stop dead in the middle of a mission and feel the feelings you’d kept locked up for so long. Trust things for once… because Haechan was there to catch you if you fell.

You pulled away, embarrassed at way your breath would not slow down. “Alright, that’s enough. You need to get to bed.”

Haechan grinned. “The tough girl act won’t fool me anymore, Detective. Now I know you’re secretly a softie.”

You glared at him. With your hands, you slowly made the motion of a knife slicing your throat. “They say the tip… is the most painful part,” you said, not breaking eye contact.

“Geez, I get the message,” Haechan said, smirking.

You permitted yourself a small smile.

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moonswolfie · 9 months

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The HQ!! boys with an S/O who has a sweet tooth PART 2

Part 1 / Part 2 (you're here)

reader is gender neutral but is described as cute a lot

since the first part reached 100 notes (it's a little more now) here's part 2!!!

Characters featured: Hinata, Kenma, Bokuto, Suna, Yamaguchi, Kita, Oikawa, Osamu, Akaashi, Hoshiumi

Hinata Shoyo

he knows you like sweet things but doesn't know exactly what you like

so he nervously brings you something sweet sometimes, worried that you'll dislike it (if you happen to like it a lot he'll make a mental note of it)

gets really flustered if you offer him something you're eating by putting it in front of his mouth and telling him to "ahhh" but he'll do it anyways 😖🧡

one day he asked his senpai for help with baking something for your birthday and it ended with a burning kitchen and a seeming attempt at a cake

Kozume Kenma

when you initially told him you liked sweets he just said "okay." and moved on which made you a bit sad because it seemed like he didn't care at all💔

but don't you worry, kenma stored that information well for future use 😉

think of it as a video game, when you give characters their loved gifts they become happy and when he wants to see you smile he gives you a piece of candy

once he learns your favourite he never forgets and brings it to you when you're having a bad day

Bokuto Koutaro

if we're talking about sweet things, Bokuto is a really good candidate to make the list

he gives you really ugly handmade chocolates every year on valentines and you don't even care because the sweetness is the only thing that matters (and his happy smile when he sees you eat them 😭💛)

he brags to his team how cute you are when you eat cakes (and in general too)

always kisses off the frosting on your lips and then gives you a cheeky grin😚

Suna Rintaro

you two both have photo collections on your phones, yours is of pretty pastries and his is of your pretty face eating them

if you ever get mad at him, he will tease you by sending you pics of him eating your favourites until you agree to talk it out over your favourite pastry

casually brings sweets over to your house sometimes and you always end up letting him stay over and eating them together

you have a secret photo collection of him eating sweets🤭😏

Yamaguchi Tadashi

even before you started dating he would bring you something sweet he made himself out of the blue (he was trying to flirt like that😭💚)

he thought the only reason you asked him out was cuz of that but he's sweeter than any cookie tbh

you really like buying sweets for him because he always makes the cutest face when recieving them

he often talks to Tsukishima about how lucky he is to have you (and thanks him for teaching him how to bake)

Kita Shinsuke

another member of the "you have to stay healthy" squad

if you're happy while eating sweets, he's happy😊

but he won't let you overdo it because he really cares about you

he eats sweet things too occasionally, but he follows the reccomended amount on the food pyramid thing (it's part of the routine🤷)

he always comments on how joyful you look eating sweets and it makes you blush

Oikawa Tooru

gets a lot of chocolates from his fangirls but he either gives them to you or shares them w u

bought you perfume/cologne that corresponds to your favourite flavour of sweets✨️

he gets really happy when he can smell it on you one one of your dates

one time Iwaizumi asked you if you're only with him cuz he buys you sweets💀💀

you had a dream of eating his hair and it tasting like chocolate and when you told him about it he told you to stay away from his hair in a horrified tone😗

Miya Osamu

as a fellow food enjoyer, he also appreciates sweet things

although they aren't really his forté, he does make sweets for you and they're really damn good too🤤❤️

seeing you eating well is the ultimate happiness for him and he might or might not spoil you a bit

pats your head while you're eating because he can't resist

defends you from Atsumu's mean jokes and you always end up stopping fights🤦

Akaashi Keiji

the final member of the "you have to stay healthy" squad

he reminds you to eat in moderation and makes sure you actually do, scolding you if you don't

you offer him sweets and talk to him gently when he's tired or overthinks hoping they would make him feel better

it may not be much but it shows that you care about him and that makes him indescribably happy💙

so much so that he treats you to your favourite once he feels better

Hoshiumi Korai

he's actually impressed by the fact someone can be so adorable while eating sweets (it should be illegal in his opinion)

you give him homemade chocolate sometimes and he acts all nonchalant and cool while receiving it but is lowkey screaming internally😘

his teammates have gained a new topic to tread lightly on (that being his blush when you give him sweets or anything you related)

when he wins games he invites you out for sweets as celebration and always insists to pay

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strawhatkia · 8 months

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sundress season.

INCLUDES ! 1610!miles and hobie brown x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they see you in a sundress for the first time

WARNINGS ! character and reader are not together...yet!,

WORD COUNT ! 0.6k

A/N ! the way this was suppose to be the whole spider crew plus miguel and i got tired not even half way through....this just gon be a lil tester but this is getting deleted and revamped later !

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🌻🖌✧ SPIDER-MILES !

i cannot fathom to you how flustered this boy gets on a regular day when y'all really not doing anything. the boy already really likes how you look in your regular uniform or just casual street clothes so when rio and jeff invite you over for the carne asada/cookout and you popped in a sundress of all things, he kinda doesn't know how to act.

oh, and his parents find it absolutely hilarious. this is really the time where him being jeff's son and aaron's nephew really shines through. he's awkward about it and can't seem to get through any of his sentences.

he really likes the way it fits you and the color compliments you well but he has such a hard time for like a good 30 minutes. eventually, aaron comes to save him and gives him a tip of going to get some drinks for the both of you and take you somewhere private to talk.

not to mention, his whole family thinks you two are too cute for words and takes every chance to mention how much of a good couple you two make. once you come back over to get something to eat, you are bombarded by multiple family members. miles is definitely nervously laughing to get through the embarrassment of all them making the most outlandish comments and gave up after the 4th tia said how lucky he is to have you.

— ☾⋆⁺₊🎸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 ✧ HOBIE BROWN !

this is literally the world's boldest man ever, he truly don't give a fuck whose watching. you were actually in the middle of a block party when you were called to debrief about a mission. not to be bothered to put on your suit (especially since peter b. walks around in a pink robe of all things), you step through the portal in your sundress and sandals.

certainly not the first time hq has seen you out of uniform but the sundress has you grabbing compliments left and right from all the spider people present (even miguel, which was surprising). it would be hobie to see you last though. he was originally talking to pav who was rambling on about his recent date with gayatri again when he catches a glimpse of you pass by to go into the meeting room with miguel and jessica.

now in my eyes, hobie immediately tunes out of pav's conversation at once to focus all of his attention on you and makes the split decision to follow you in there. it's not like jessica will care enough to kick him out and he does not care what miguel has to say. quite frankly, the man only sees you at the moment and that doesn't even catch up to him until he's right in front of you.

then in the thickest accent possible, he flirts endlessly throughout the entire meeting. the man has no sense of personal space around his friends and it's only ten times worse with you. hanging off your shoulders, wrapping his long arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder while hugging from behind. you do your best to acknowledge, because ignoring him will not work and only make it worse, but to also get through the meeting.

it's easy to chalk it up as hobie being a physical person but there's only so much to explain the way he feels up on the material of the dress, making comments that make you feel like you're blushing and distract from whatever miguel was saying before he gave up and just told you to come in later. without hobie.

leaving the meeting was easier than staying in it but now you gotta deal with a very cocky spiderman that is doing his absolute best to talk you into coming back to his dimension. (pav is watching from a distance with a bag of popcorn, squealing over how many of his friends are having romance novel moments)

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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Oblivious.

Part 7.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings… Tecchou Suehiro x Reader and Jouno Saigiku x Reader

Contains… fluff. sexual themes. cuddles, angst. (with comfort), jealous!jouno, confession of feelings, non-consentual marking (hickies), one slap (reader is NOT on the receiving end), fake relationships. messy feelings, manhandling (?), choking, boners canon complaint.

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

5,040 words.

boy oh boy, buckle up. this chapter is… something else. also the bracketed bit is a flashback from the reader’s pov!

You wake the next morning, basking in the warmth illuminating from your bedroom window. Still embraced within Tecchou's arms. Enjoying the feeling of his bare body pressed against yours. Tecchou was still asleep, you can tell by his faint breathing. You listened to his steady heartbeat from where your face rested against his chest. You just smiled to yourself, nuzzling into him further. Enjoying the sounds of his beating heart and quiet breaths.

Usually, Tecchou is an early riser… I guess getting him to come so hard like that last night was the best way to make him sleep in. You giggled to yourself at that thought, which caused Tecchou to stir awake. “Y/n…? Are you awake angel? What time is it…?” Ah, his sleepy voice had warmth swirling in your core. It was so deep and raspy, fuck everything about him truly astounds you. “Oh, uh! Let me check my phone really quick...” You pulled away from his warmth to check your phone, which was resting atop your night table. Already missing the feeling of his nude body against yours.

Your eyes widened as you bolted up from where you sat. Startling Tecchou in the process. He was fully alert now, sitting up himself, leaning over you to see what had you reacting like that. “Tecchou! It’s a quarter after six! Fuck we're gonna be so late for work!” You wasted no more time, shooting out of the bed before hastily rustling through your drawers. Looking for a clean work uniform, and pulling it on yourself in a hurry. “Oh shit, Fukuchi is really going to be pissed at us now…” Tecchou said before climbing out of bed as well. Making fast strides towards your bathroom where his uniform was discarded yesterday. Making quick work of putting it on. Looking slightly disheveled in the process.

You exited your bedroom, grabbing your work backpack which was resting on your countertop before meeting Tecchou, who was now lacing his boots up at the front door. You shot him a quick smile before doing the same. “We have to hurry, come on baby!” You swung your front door open, grabbing Tecchou's hand in the process. Before making a quick dash out of your apartment complex, and to your car. Tecchou's face felt warm. Everything that happened last night was playing out in his mind. You were really his now. Officially.

You and Tecchou arrived at work over an hour late. Hoping that no one noticed your absence. But of course, you both couldn’t be so lucky. Teruko approached the both of you where you stood at the front doors of HQ. “Tecchou! Fukuchi is asking for you in his office. and he is NOT happy. you better get your ass in there, now.” Tecchou only nodded, giving one last look your way. Offering you a tight-lipped smile as he walked down the hallway toward his impending doom. Teruko focused all of her attention on you next before asking, “Y/n! why are you and Tecchou so late- better yet, why did you both arrive together… don’t tell me you-!” You quickly cut her off, not wanting anyone to overhear your conversation, especially not at work. “Teruko! Not here, let's go shopping this weekend and I'll fill you in then, kay?”

You were hoping she would just drop it for the time being. You knew Jouno was listening, you could just feel it. Teruko gave you a pointed look before she reluctantly agreed. “Fine… but don't spare any of the juicy details this weekend! I want to know everything!” You just nodded at her quickly before walking towards the meeting room… wanting desperately for this conversation to be over. The second you walked through the doors, you felt tension. Your blood ran cold in your veins and you felt the anxiety rising within you. Tachihara’s eyes went wide the second he saw you, trying to gesture to you that Jouno was in a mood. You were grateful for the heads up, but you knew immediately. It wasn't hard to tell. Jouno was sitting in his chair with his head down. Bangs covering the top half of his face, and his lips were pulled into a straight line.

Oh, this was not good. He slowly rose from his chair, walking over to you. Fuck your heart was pounding in your chest, he was about to let you have it, huh? You didn’t dare to look up, finding your feet to be way more interesting at this moment. That was until Jouno's voice cut through the air. “Y/n, you’re over an hour late. Not to mention you left three hours early yesterday evening. With no warning. I don’t care to hear whatever excuse you’re about to offer me. This is strike two. If you slip up a third time, I'll have no other choice but to punish you. Do you want me to punish you, y/n?”

You finally dared to look up at him and the face he held had you shaking slightly. His lips were curled into a devious grin, and his closed eyes seemed so dark and shaded. His face was really twisted at this moment. Fuck, he was enjoying this. I bet he wants me to slip up once more so he can punish me… his visage says it all. “No Sir, I’m sorry for being so irresponsible, it won't happen again.” You squeaked out, feeling so embarrassed under all of your colleagues' watchful eyes. And well, under Jouno’s intimidating presence. He just ‘tisked’ at your response. Exiting through the meeting doors before expressing. “Follow me, y/n. We’ve been paired up for another mission. I do hope you have all your necessities in that backpack of yours because this is an overnight job.” Your face fell. An overnight mission… with Jouno of all people. What was your fucking luck right now?! Why couldn’t you have been paired with Teruko or Tachihara! Ah, you were screwed.

The car ride to your mission's destination was so awkward. He hadn’t spoken a single word to you. Usually, you two would share pleasant small talk on the journey to your missions. But I guess that was before everything that…happened between you two. You’re sure he’s still pissed about the way you treated him in the closet yesterday. And you honestly didn’t blame him, you were pretty harsh. “Jouno, listen… I’m really sorry for the way I acted toward you yesterday. It wasn’t right, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.” You spoke, trying to break the painfully awkward silence. “That's Sir, to you y/n.”

Your heart sank. That's all he was going to say to you? Wow… you really messed up. He’s always been stern with you, but not like this. You felt torn at this. Biting your lip and focusing your eyes back on the road. trying to distract yourself from the tears that were brimming at your lash line. Listen, you knew that a lot went down between the two of you with the whole last mission and all but,

You two genuinely built up a friendship over these last few months of you being a part of the unit. He was someone who inspired you, after all. The whole reason you even wanted to be a Hunting Dog. Jouno would let you in on all his little tricks and secrets when it came to combat or making a bad guy squirm. And he would always say, “Don’t mention this to any of the other dogs. This is our little secret, dear y/n.” It made you feel special like he valued you as well to some degree. But now? Was everything you had just broken? Ah, you felt so helpless. Why did it bother you so much? You knew why. But you didn’t dare to think about it.

Jouno could tell you were distraught. He could hear your heartbeat and your tears as they rolled down your cheeks. Were you really this upset by him simply asserting his authority over you? He was your superior after all. You would have to just toughen up. Especially after the way you made him feel yesterday. He wasn’t going to forgive that so easily, no. You were going to have to work for it. He was going to go easy on you when you came into work today, honest! But then you arrived with Tecchou, and an hour late at that.

He was fucking livid. He knew immediately by the way your heartbeat picked up when Teruko was interrogating you over it. You couldn’t lie to him, Jouno knew everything. There was no doubt in his mind that you and Tecchou were a happy couple now, nothing says making it official like showing up to work smelling like sweat and sex. It made Jouno sick to his stomach, the worst thing that could have happened did. Well, at least that's how Jouno felt. He could be so dramatic at times.

The rest of the ride was silent after that. No other words were uttered between the two of you. That was until, “Were here, S-Sir.” You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders, before stepping out of the car and following Jouno inside what seemed to be a… motel? Just what was this mission anyways? Usually, Jouno would fill you in on the way there. But he didn’t even give you that much. He must really hate you now… as you reached the front desk, you were both greeted by a shady looking receptionist. “One room for the lovely couple?” Your eyes widened at the receptionist's words, about to correct her before Jouno beat you to it. “Yes! It's our honeymoon so we’ll take the nicest room you have to offer.”

Your- WHAT? Just what kind of mission was this?! I guess if you would have shown up to work on time, you would have known. Jouno just snaked his arm around your waist. Pulling you in close as the receptionist lead you out towards the ‘honeymoon suite’. This is so fucked up. But Jouno is a good actor, pretending that he’s in love with you like this when in reality he hated your guts. At least… that's what you assumed. “Have fun you two. And try not to break the bed, will ya?” Was the last thing the front desk lady said before shutting the door. Leaving you alone and confused... with Jouno.

“Um, Sir? Just what type of mission is this exactly?” You asked, walking over to where Jouno was standing inside this stuffy ‘suite’. “Oh, you don’t know? Maybe if you looked over the report, you would've known. Here, read the file. But be quick about it. We don’t have any more time to waste, thanks to you.” His voice was laced with venom as he pulled the report sheet from his bag, tossing it over to you before rustling through his belongings once more. Pulling out a change of clothes.

Apparently from this report, Jouno and yourself were supposed to be undercover as a newlywed couple. The perpetrator was staying at this motel as well. He was a gang leader, stationed out here. Making highly illegal weaponry with his ability. Trading his dangerous creations for goods. Your mission was to capture him and arrest him at once. But the man was on high alert at all times. Hence the undercover role.

Jouno began changing right where he stood. Unbuckling his pants before pulling them down. His uniform shirt followed shortly after, he unbuttoned it all the way before shrugging it off of his shoulders. “J-Jouno— what are you doing…?!” He paused in his actions. Turning in your direction before approaching you slowly. The same way a predator approaches prey before they rip their throats out. In one swift motion, he had you pinned against the wall. His one hand clasping around both of your wrists pushing them above your head. While his other hand came up to your throat. He wasn’t hurting you, but he had a firm grip on you. So you wouldn’t struggle.

“That's Sir to you, y/n. I’m getting sick and tired of correcting you… that's it. I’ve had it. That was your third and final straw. Were you really so eager for punishment?” Your face was heating up from having Jouno's half-naked body pressed up against your own. His voice tickled your cheek when he spoke from the close proximity. “I’m sorry S-Sir… I really am, I know you’re upset because of yesterday, and that's partially why you’re acting like this, but, J-Jouno… I really do value our friendship— I don't want all of this to get in the way of that.” His grip on your throat tightened. Your eyes widened, heart rate picking up. What did you say that pissed him off even further…?

“Friendship you say. You are kidding, are you not y/n? Don’t tell me you’re really that dense…” Jouno paused inching his face closer to yours, noses brushing against one another before he continued. “Y/n don’t you see? I’ve... had romantic feelings for you ever since our first encounter. In that treacherous closet, all those months ago. You can’t tell me that after I made you cum so hard on Monday that you truly don’t feel just the slightest bit of love toward me. I heard your heartbeat, y/n. You can’t lie to me, please don’t forget that.” Your face is on fire at this point at his confession and bold words.

You meant to tell me that… all this time, Jouno has been pining for you…? And you had no idea…? Is that why he got so worked up on Monday and came in his pants while he—? Oh god. This is not good. You’re with Tecchou now. You’re finally dating! You can’t entertain the idea of being with Jouno… but you can't lie to yourself either. Ever since the intimate moment you two shared, you’ve had these confusing feelings bubbling up inside of you. There's no way you could go back to just being friends after all of this... but then what did that mean for the two of you?

His grip around your throat loosened up a bit. Awaiting your response. “I-I don’t know how I feel… you’re right, I can’t lie to you Jouno… I did feel something for you at that moment… I’m not sure I would call it love, but maybe it was a side effect from the aphrodisiac, Jouno.” His face fell slightly, pushing in closer to you so his lips were ghosting over yours. “Very well… time for your punishment.” You gave him a puzzled look, it's not like he could see it anyways... but you were stunned. He’s being serious, isn’t he? Shit.

“Question number one. Did you and Tecchou fuck?” You were taken aback. Was he kidding? This was his form of punishment? “Jouno are you—?” He cut you off by pressing his partially naked body further into your clothed one. Squishing you against the wall. “Answer the question like a good mutt, y/n.” Your mouth fell agape at his term of endearment for you. That wasn't endearing at all, might you add. Before stuttering out. “N-no.. not exactly…” He quirked his brow at this before prodding further. “Not exactly? Elaborate y/n… I’m all ears.” You were shifting your gaze awkwardly now, not sure where to look. Is he really going to make you say it in full detail? He was so intimidating like this. Towering over you, face mere centimeters in front of your own, with his breath fanning against your lips. Heat involuntarily spread to your core, causing you to clench your thighs together. And this didn’t go unnoticed by Jouno. His face went smug at your reaction. Seemingly enjoying this form of punishment very much so.

“Well… I s-sucked his dick… and I let him f-fuck my breasts… that's why I said not exactly.” Jouno scowled at your words. His smug look was short-lived, not enjoying what he heard one bit. You’re supposed to be his. And to hear you doing such obscene things with another man made him bubble up with bitterness and envy. His grip around your neck tightened up slightly. “I see… question number two. Did Tecchou pleasure you?” Your face was ablaze, you tried to turn away so you didn’t have to look directly at him while you answered. But Jouno didn’t let you get so far, moving his hand that was resting against your throat up to your jaw. Turning you back his way firmly. Before you stuttered out, “Yes… he f-fingered me…” Jouno's smirk came back at your words, not giving you a second to recover from the embarrassment before asking,

“Question number three. Did he make you cum as hard as I did?” Fuck. Why was he doing this to you? You felt so humiliated and ashamed. You knew you couldn’t lie to him, it would only make things worse. And the worst part is that you did cum harder for Jouno. You just wanted this punishment to be over with. “N-no… Jouno, he didn’t…” You could feel tears welling up again, looking down at your feet to get away from his patronizing smile. But that was a mistake. The second you looked down, you could see Jouno's erection straining against his boxers. Leaving very little to the imagination. Jouno's grip on your jaw tightened, before pulling your gaze back up to face him. Jouno was fully aware that you saw his hard cock poking at his underwear, but he didn’t care. He was enjoying listening and feeling you squirm far too much. “Good pet. Now, would you like a reward?”

And before you could answer back, Jouno's lips were against the side of your throat. Your eyes went wide in shock, and you gasped as he leaned in further. Tilting your head with the grip he had on your jaw for easier access. He continued nibbling up the expanse of your neck, making sure to leave a few marks in his wake. He placed a few kisses against your jawline next, before moving up further. You could feel the smirk he was wearing brush up against the corner of your mouth. You both shared the same air for a few moments. A Slight push and your lips would be moulded against his. You tears were spilling down your cheeks now. You managed to free your wrists from his grasp. Bringing your dominant hand up to slap Jouno across the face, harshly. He pulled away from you at the impact, now focused on the stinging sensation coming from his cheek. He brought his hand up to nurse his wound, before you hiccuped out,

“How dare you Jouno? You’re so cruel. I thought you were different. I actually did care for you, but now? I’m not sure how I feel… why must you make the people you love the most suffer like this?” You were sobbing now. You needed to be alone for a second to compose your feelings. You were on a mission after all. And you wanted to do the job right, not clouded by all these confusing feelings. You quickly made your way to the motel bathroom, grabbing your backpack on your stride over before slamming the door harshly. Locking it in your wake. Jouno’s face had completely fallen.

He let his jealousy get the best of him, and he took it out on you in the worst way possible. Ah, what has he done? You definitely hated him now. Your words rang throughout his brain making him feel sick.

“Why must you make the people you love the most suffer like this?”

He didn’t know himself if were being honest. His best defense mechanism is making the person that hurt him, hurt worse. It's sick, he knows this. But that's just the kind of person he’s always been. Jouno stood there facing the wall for a few minutes more. He could hear you sobbing from the bathroom and his heart ached. He went too far. Jouno walked back over to his change clothes, making quick work to put them on before exiting the motel room. He knew you needed space. So he figured he would go scope out the perimeter as he left you be.

You heard the front door close, and you assumed Jouno had left. But you didn’t want to exit the bathroom just yet. You felt safe there. You took a few deep breaths, turning on the sink before splashing your face with cold water. Trying to regain yourself. You slapped your hands against your cheeks softly a few times before you shook yourself out of your funk. You were on a mission. The show must go on. And so, you pulled out a sleek black dress from your backpack and a pair of strappy heels. When you said you came prepared, you weren’t kidding. You quickly got dressed, fixing up your face so it didn’t look like you were just bawling your eyes out. Before doing your hair the way you liked. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Making sure you looked well put together before exiting the motel room.

You began walking around the motel, looking for any signs of suspicious activity. And that's when you saw Jouno, who was now dressed in a white button-up shirt, and black formal trousers. He was surrounded by a few men with guns hidden under their shirts, you could tell from their bulging sides. As you approached them, you caught the last part of their conversation. The one man's voice boomed through the air.

“You’re on your honeymoon pretty boy? Then where is your partner huh? If they don’t magically appear here in five seconds, I’m going to shoot you dead, you understand, red tips?” Jouno was fuming, but he was undercover, he had to remain calm until he got to the head of the problem. Then, and only then, would he torture them in the worst ways possible… yes that would be fitting for these oafs. Your eyes widened at the man’s words, you needed to act fast or your cover would be blown… the show must go on…

“Honey? what are you doing over here? I thought we were going out to eat- oh, who are your friends baby?” Now it was your turn to snake your arm around Jouno's waist. Causing him to stiffen in his place before he quickly eased up, not wanting to come off more suspicious. You placed a small kiss on his cheek to sweeten the pot. Hoping it would count for something considering it felt like pulling teeth having to do so right now. “Oh I do apologize, darling, I was just wandering around this fine establishment before I came across these lovely gentlemen.” He smiled eerily sweetly to the brooding men. Before entangling his hand with your own.

The show must go on.

“Oh, I see! Please do forgive my husband, you see he’s blind. So sometimes he happens to stray away from me, anyways we must be going now. So lovely to meet you!” You announced before dragging Jouno off by your interlocked hands. Walking steadily towards your car. He could overhear the men talking about you from this distance. It made his skin crawl. “That's his partner? Damn! It's a shame he’s blind, that's one hot bitch!” You opened the passenger door, shoving Jouno in rather harshly before stomping over the driver's side of the car. Getting in and slamming the door before you scolded.

“Jouno you idiot! This is a two-man undercover job. You almost got yourself killed! You should have just waited for me." He didn’t say a word, simply crossing his arms and scowling to himself. Turning his face in the opposite direction from you. You just scoffed. Starting up your car, and driving off down the road. “What do you think you’re doing…?” Jouno questioned, feeling the car moving in the opposite direction of the motel.

“Well? I told them we were going out for food. And I am pretty hungry. Plus with how much of a jerk you were to me before, you kinda owe me.” That's all you said before focusing your attention back on the road, looking for any food joint. He just turned in your direction. Looking sort of dumbfounded, before returning to his silence. But you didn’t mind it one bit. You were still really upset, so the less talking from Jouno right now, the better. You pulled up to this old-school-looking diner. Located right off the highway before parking the car and entering the joint.

You were seated at a booth near the window. You slipped into it before sighing. These heels were pretty uncomfortable. Jouno wordlessly slipped in on the other side of the booth. Before you began reading the menu aloud so Jouno could hear the food options, knowing damn well these crummy menus weren’t accessible for him. After everything he’s put you through today, you’re still being so nice to him? Why? He knows he doesn’t deserve your kindness at this point. He realized it too late, that he’s taken you for granted. And he’s regretting it deeply now. Wishing there was some way he could turn back time and do things the right way. He finally spoke up.

“Y/n… I’m deeply sorry for my actions. I should not have treated you so harshly. You’re not my enemy, you’re my comrade. It was wrong of me to put you through punishment the way I did. I understand if you want nothing to do with me after this mission.” You peeked over at him past your menu, he looked so defeated. You’ve never quite seen him look so… pathetic? His face was resting in his hand, head turned toward the window side with a small frown adorning his face.

You sighed, placing your menu down before responding. “Jouno… I don’t hate you, I don’t think I ever could. Even after the shit you put me through, I still find you to be extraordinary. Jouno, you astound me. You saved me from danger countless times now and gave me the motivation to give a purpose to my life. I owe you for those things. But at the same time… you can’t treat the people closest to you like that, ever. You really made me cry twice today you asshole!” You chuckled aloud before reaching over the table and slapping his shoulder playfully.

He was facing you now, a slight blush complimenting his features at your words. He was smiling too, like, an authentic smile. Your face softened up upon seeing his. “Y/n. I hope I can make all of this up to you. I’m sorry for forcing myself on you like that. It was truly despicable. But I won't apologize for my feelings towards you... I never will.” You reached for his free hand that was resting against the table, clasping it against your own before speaking once more. “Hey, you’re buying me dinner, aren’t you? That's a good start!" He squeezed your hand softly at your words as a silent ‘thank you for being the most amazing person in the world’ before responding. “I suppose you're right. Now, can you read the menu back to me once more? I was distracted the first time. Hey- don’t laugh y/n! It's not that funny….”

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You ended up having a really great time with Jouno at the diner. Talking with one another like old times, and gossiping about your fellow colleagues. Your heart swelled. You’ve been in denial with yourself this whole time. You’ve always had feelings for Jouno. You just weren't aware of how deep it went. You truly were oblivious. Always pawning off your feelings as ‘what you would feel toward a mentor’ but that wasn’t the case. You see, one detail you forgot to mention to Jouno when you met again at the Hunting Dogs HQ after those years was that he left an impact on you in more ways than you let on.

[ The horrible man that tried to rob you was writhing in pain, as Jouno towered over him. Twisting his arm further and pushing him to the ground. In one fell swoop, he had the man lying on his stomach, handcuffing him faster than you could blink before radioing for a car to come take this sorry asshole for booking. As soon as Jouno took care of that, he made his way toward you. Kneeling down to meet you at eye level. You were sobbing, scared over the whole situation. The nameless policeman reached up to wipe the tears away from your eyes with his gloved hand before he spoke. “Don’t cry, everything is under control now. This man won’t harm another soul for as long as he lives.” Adrenaline was coursing through your veins. You bolted up, wrapping your arms around the policeman's neck. Sobbing into his shoulder harshly before hiccuping out. “Thank you, mister policeman, I'll never forget your kindness.” He stiffened at the sudden gesture from a stranger. But he sensed earnestness from you, and let you sob for a few moments longer. Before asking “What's your name, Sweetheart?” You pulled back to look at his face, wiping your still-flowing tears with your sleeve. “It's y/n… what's your name, Sir?” He offered you a kind smile before responding. “It's Jouno Saigiku. Part of the Hunting Dogs Military Division. Come, stand now dear, this ground is filthy. Only mutts like him deserve to be groveling against it.” You nodded at him before standing up, his hands were embraced around your forearms. Helping you on the way back up. Your legs were so shaky still. “Jouno Saigiku. You have no clue how much your service means to me. I promise. I will become strong, and repay you one day! Mark my words!” The white haired man just laughed earnestly. Patting you on the head before saying. “Alright y/n. From your heartbeat, I can tell you’re being genuine. I'll hold you to it, darling. I look forward to being equals in the future.” He then reached up to take his left earring out. Leaving the right one remaining. “Here y/n, consider this a parting gift. Now every time you look at it, you’ll be reminded on why you’re still fighting.” With that, he bowed his head at you once more before turning on his heel. Approaching the criminal as the police car pulled up. “Until we meet again, y/n!” He shouted back. Offering you one last smile before he was gone. You clutched the earring for dear life. You would treasure it for as long as you lived. “Jouno Saigiku… thank you…” ]

You felt it then. You did. But you pushed those feelings to the side. More focused on becoming strong. And meeting him again in the future. Under better circumstances. I think that's how they got lost along the way. But they were always lingering. It just took the events on Monday to unlock those dormant feelings from your heart. Things were so complicated now. How could you love both Tecchou and Jouno without anyone getting hurt in the process? Ah, you’re doomed.

yeah… i really like this chapter! i feel like jouno’s disability is glossed over in canon. so i’m trying to shed some light onto that part of him a bit. nonetheless, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter (: thank you all for your continued support!

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palpipeen · 1 year

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Life Day: Nice or Naughty...?

Lucky for all you naughty naughty people, you get BOTH. <3

Also yes, I live.

ANYWAY, info stuff time~

------- It's Life Day, and you're with your boy of choice. <3 Rating: NC-17 for Sexual Themes Warnings: Holiday Stuff (no mention of family other than the clones), consensual somnophilia (Fox eating you out in your sleep), oral, PinV/A, Lots of Fluff followed by Lots of Smut Reader has no gender~ WC: 2253 AN: So I hit 101 followers and I’m on the floor, screaming crying sobbing throwing up and shitting. Thank y’all so much. Here is a leetol gift for the season~ This is set in my “And Nothing Bad Ever Happened, Ever AU” so. People still be dyin’ and dead but there’s not quite so much tragedy. Also we’re goin with a SFW and a NSFW theme, so the first batch will be listed as “NICE” and then the rest will be “NAUGHTY”. ENJOY.

ALL OF MY WORK IS INTENDED FOR AUDIENCES THAT ARE 18+. Minors DNI.

NICE

Starting off with our boy Commander Fox:

Life Day with Fox is honestly my personal ideal. Fox just wants one day (1) where he isn’t expected to do a thousand things a minute, he isn’t expected to answer a thousand questions from a thousand soldiers and senators or delegate any tasks. Also, you two don’t even have to leave your own home! Fox just wants to be somewhere that isn’t the Guard HQ that he can just exist and relax for the holiday, and he does just that. Like the rest of the GAR he doesn’t have much credits, so instead of buying you something he gives you something small that he made. Not sure what it would be, but it’s made with love and adoration. He will absolutely NOT be discussing how he went through five test runs with your gift, and he’s got them stuffed away in his contraband closet in his office. He also won’t mention how it took him literal months to complete, in part because of his schedule and because he wanted it to be fucking perfect. And it is. He made it while thinking of no one but you, and it illustrates the depth of his love for you. (Which is deeper than ANY of the deep sea trenches on Kamino.)

Next Up, my Personal Bestest Boy Hardcase:

Okay now I love Hardcase, but his Life Day would be. So. Fucking. BUSY. Hey Hardcase, you DO know that it’s LITERALLY physically impossible to give presents to ALL of your siblings in ONE day right? Oh you’re gonna make it happen?! Okay, Chris Fuckin Cringle, jesus fuck. He would though, you know he would, he would make it work. Hardcase is the exact opposite of the biggest Bah Humbug motherfucker you’ve ever met. Not only that, Hardcase is doing SO. MUCH. COOKING. But don’t worry - he’s making you all of your favorite dishes, and has been buying you little gifts ever since he found out Life Day was a THING that made him think of you and how much he loves you. While Hardcase knows that material things aren’t the reason for the season, he still wants to spoil you. He’s also just a bundle of wonder and awe, but he is also very generous - if he sees a family in need during the season he’s dropping everything he can to see how he can help make their season better. In a post-war world where Hardcase lives and everything is FINE, nothing bad happened, he’s definitely volunteering part of Life Day at a soup kitchen or shelter of some sort. All in all - Hardcase brings the joy of the season, whether anyone is ready for it or not. (Trust me - you aren’t.)

Speaking of Bah Humbugs…Commander Wolffe:

Oh, Wolffie. Oooh, Wolffie. You’re a mean one ain’t’cha? So yeah, Wolffe might be the biggest party-pooper out of the bunch. He just doesn’t get it - and he doesn’t mean to spoil it for everyone. He’s just not sure why all of this matters at first. So he’s the sulky uncle who sits alone, nursing some really strong drink throughout most of the day…at least he’s that way at first. But show him some younglings decorating a tree and enthusing about the holiday season and you unlock something in him. I stand by the HC that Wolffe actually has a soft spot for kiddos - it brings out the best parts of him that aren’t a soldier. So yeah, one minute Wolffe is sitting in the corner, barely making conversation with anyone - because let’s be honest, Wolffe is absolutely ass at small-talk and most conversations - and the next, he’s hoisting a youngling up to put the topper on some gaudily decorated tree. Meanwhile two other younglings are decorating him because he’s as tall as some of the trees they’ve seen. Also, Wolffe would absolutely wipe the floor with his fashion sense for the season - Wolffe being a fashionista is always something I can get behind. He’d also be down for an ugly sweater contest, purely because if you can’t give the judges the perfect scowl in that gaudy, awful thing, are you really even competing? (Also yes, him and Fox have a vicious competition with each other. It almost always ends with them having an argument where one of them inevitably puts the other in a headlock.)

Oh we can’t forget about Captain Rex:

Alright so, here’s a character I haven’t really gotten into. But I feel like if you’re looking for that cliche Hallmark Christmas movie experience, or something similar without the misogyny, you’d want to spend Life Day with Rex. Rex obviously gets invited by General Skywalker’s very dear friend, Senator Amidala, to spend Life Day on Naboo. In fact, the entire 501st do, but it’s the one time he doesn’t have to look after them. Instead, he’s spending his days experiencing - well, life. Naboo doesn’t have a typical winter season, but the vibes are still there, so he’s definitely drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows, candy cane sticking out - literally every morning. (Don’t judge him, he’s earned it.) And if you just so happen to be Rex’s partner, well, he’s also wanting to drink that hot chocolate with you every morning, and get out there and experience everything the season has to offer. And he can’t buy much, but the gift he gets you (besides his time, which is precious) is priceless. There is such obvious love and time and effort put into getting you something that is perfect for you. Also, you two get to have dinner on your own - just the two of you. (Tooth rotting stuff, truly.)

Arright now for the SINFUL SHIT~

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Naughty

Foxy Boy~

So obviously, any time you and Fox get to spend with each other where Fox doesn’t have to worry about his men, you are fucking. Nonstop. But around Life Day, when he’s given the all clear for some VERY much deserved R&R, he indulges once…and then nothing. Besides heavy make-out sessions, he stops you just before it gets too heavy - tells you he just wants to savor his time with you without sex. Alright, that’s fine at first, but then you’re starting to get antsy. Why isn’t he in your pants like he normally is?! You finally wheedle it out of him - he’s got a surprise for you on Life Day proper. It’s not much, but it really is the thought that counts. And boy howdy, did he think this through. So you wake up to breakfast in bed - you also wake up to him, under the sheets, with his head between your legs. Who knows how long he’s been under there, because you wake up coming on his tongue. After that he feeds you by hand - a breakfast he made from scratch. And it’s not just good, it’s incredible. You do most of the cooking when you two get together, and some of Fox’s attempts at cooking weren’t great - but this? This is gourmet. Where did these skills come from?! Fox reveals that he’s been taking cooking lessons for today, which is impressive considering his schedule. After making sweet, slow love to you, he clears up breakfast (naked) and the rest of the day continues like that. Eventually you two do have to get out of bed for a bath (which you take together of course), and move to the living room for dinner (which he also made, it is lavish and delicious and perfect). Fox really just wants to show you how much he cares for you, and do what he can for you while he has this time with you. It’s precious to him - just about as precious as you are to him.

Ho-Ho-Hardcase:

Alright so yeah - Hardcase would do some really, REALLY cheesy shit on Life Day once everything calms down and he’s got you to himself. And not just the whole rose petals, candles (where’d he find those?? Do those exist in Star Wars???) and red satin sheets. Oh no. He’s got the Star Wars equivalent of a Santa costume on. (IDK what that is in SW, and I’m writing this at 1:30am - research is beyond me rn.) It’s ridiculous, but it’s what you’ve come to expect from him - and somehow he makes it so hot?! Well it’s probably because the get-up is little more than suspenders and trousers that leave nothing to the imagination, and he’s got this whole script going…. Which is way hotter than it should be. Hardcase would absolutely be in his element doing this: seducing you while telling you how naughty you’ve been, how he should just be punishing you. But you look so sweet, so it’d be a shame to let that spoil. Needless to say, you spend a lot of time on his lap. He also somehow managed to get you a whole new miniature collection of sex toys - with a few for him, of course. You two spend the night and into the wee hours of the morning just having the raunchiest, most thoroughly exhausting sex of your life. And Hardcase has a rule for the day - for every one time he cums, he’s making you cum three more times. Strap in, you’re in for a very long ride. (Mayhamps….a sleigh ride, oooOOOOHOHOHOHO--)

Krampus. I mean Wolffe:

Much like Fox, any time Wolffe gets time off to spend with you, it’s going to be spent absolutely railing you. And any chance he gets, he’s doing just that. Out looking at light displays? Good thing you’re taking a personal speeder, because he’s having you pull over and fogging up the windows while fucking your brains out. Going to some fancy restaurant? He meets you in the bathroom and takes you in one of the stalls. (Good thing he’s very good at keeping you quiet.) But the best time is the night of Life Day - he’s been teasing you at the 104th holiday party, giving you those looks, lingering touches that sets your skin on fire, whispering so close to your ear that his lips brush your skin and send shivers down your spine. When Wolffe finally announces both of you are leaving, the whole battalion knows what’s going to happen when you two get to your place. Wolffe has a trick up his sleeve though - normally, he’s the one calling the shots. But tonight he’s leaving it in your capable hands - he’ll do whatever you ask. And you do just that -thoroughly rescrambling his brain with that amazing sloppy toppy, edging him after you tie his hands to the headboard, and finally letting him blast the fattest nut in you - and then the two of you fall asleep like that, after you untie his hands. Throughout the night Wolffe and you wake up when he gets hard again, reaffirming just how close and devoted the two of you are to each other.

And Finally, Rex:

Oh, Rex. Remember what I said about that cliche Hallmark Christmas movie shmutz? Yeah, it gets better. (Worse?) Rex is much like Fox in that the day starts off with him pleasuring you. The two of you barely awake while he’s doing it, but when he’s awake enough he stills your hands and takes over. Slowly, slowly bringing you to climax, and being very thorough while he does it. When he’s finally finished (it takes him a good three orgasms until he’s satisfied), he enters you slowly. It’s so warm, so intimate, so raw and sweet in the best of ways as he makes slow, tender love to you. Murmuring how you just being in his life is the greatest gift the universe ever gave any man, much less him. The world melts away until it’s just you two, and it isn’t until he gets a message on his commlink that you two realize you’re late for the 501st holiday party. After reluctantly prying yourselves away from each other (after a very steamy shower, that is), the two of you go to the party. Somehow, someone (-coughHARDCASEcough-) got a hold of fireworks. And as the two of you watch the spectacular light show, you eventually notice Rex watching you. The devotion, adoration, pure unconditional love in that man’s eyes moves the galaxy around you. And listen, I’m not saying an engagement happens during the fireworks - but he might say something along the lines of how he wants to spend all of the Life Days to come by your side. (And then you two go back home and BANG some more. There, ended smutty.)

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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In Sickness & In Health (Dad!David "Hesh" Walker x Mom! F Reader)

TW: Mentions of stomach flu/symptoms, mentions of pregnancy and parenthood, some suggestive themes (not old enough to go to the bar legally - not old enough to be on my blog)

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"I know honey, I'm sorry" you whispered, rocking your son as he softly whined; still not understanding why he feels so bad. The fever, likely body aches, vomiting all day and lack of sleep all snowballed into you sitting with him in the middle of your dimly lit livingroom at 2:06am.

You've tried absolutely everything, medication, luke warm baths, cool compresses, even the meals your father in law made your husband when he was sick growing up. Every trick in the book, with no relief.

"Don't feel good" your son cried, pressing his face further in your chest as you leaned back into the couch.

At least your back felt relief if nothing else.

This was the worst case of the flu your house had seen in a very long time. Your oldest had it 2 days ago, your husband felt off yesterday, and now your youngest was suffering in their footsteps. You hoped and prayed that being cuddled up to your sick little one wouldn't cause you to fall into the same fate. Not that you hadn't been puking nearly every day for the past month for other reasons. But how do you say no when your child begs for specifically you?

"I'll take him" Hesh held his arms out, clearly exhausted as well. Being up with your oldest, then dealing with this himself yesterday. "Whatever he has I probably have already".

You nodded, shifting to hand the small boy over to him when a hand gripped the front of your shirt. Refusing to let go.

"No, just mama" he whispered, his little green eyes glazed over with a fever but begging you to stay. You always teased Hesh how it was incredibly unfair that you grew both boys, and they had the audacity to come out looking exactly like him.

He's been joking now that there's so much pressure riding on your third child.

"I've got this. Go get some sleep, you look exhausted" you gave your husband a small smile, leaning over to press a quick peck to his cheek as he left the room. Going to help your oldest get ready for bed.

Which left you here, hoping your son would calm down enough to sleep. That any of the medication you attempted to give him would take effect and soothe his sore tummy.

Rubbing his back slowly, you felt his small sobs become quieter and quieter as his breathing started to even out. You waited a few minutes to ensure he was actually asleep before scooping him up to carry him to his room.

He woke up when you tripped over Riley's back leg leaving the livingroom. Very groggy and half asleep, but still awake enough to feel off. Leaving you to curl up in his bed with him, rubbing his small back as he gripped the front of your shirt again.

You laid with the small boy, hoping sleep would take him into its embrace again soon. Muscles screaming from the position you were pretzeled in to fit on the bed, your bones feeling like they've been replaced with lead as the exhaustion hit.

"Night mama" you heard a faint, sleepy whisper from beside you as he curled further into his blanket. Fingers releasing your shirt slowly. Finally.

A small smile adorning your lips as you pressed a loving kiss to his hair. Watching him relax into a peaceful sleep, hopefully he'll feel better again when he wakes up.

Moving slow, making sure not to disturb your greatest challenge of the night you slipped out of the bed. Stretching your sore body before padding over to your shared bed, ready to get at least a couple hours of sleep tonight.

4:35am

You couldn't help the pang of annoyance you felt looking at the time. Knowing if you were lucky you'd get 2, maybe 3 hours of sleep before your oldest was up. Pushing those thoughts aside you made your way to the bed, only to be greeted by your bedhog husband and Riley (who insisted on sleeping with all 4 legs spread right out in front of him).

"You're kidding" you softly groaned, rubbing at the dogs side. Hoping to wake him up and convince him to move. You doubted your ability to win, considering he was being spooned by Hesh right now.

"Riley, come on buddy. Let me in" you whispered, watching hopefully as the dog opened one eye to look at you before promptly closing it again and getting more comfortable in YOUR spot??

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you moved to your husband's side of the bed. Both hands on his back, you gave him a few small shoves forward. Ignoring his sleepy groans of protest. After gaining a few inches of room, you slid in behind the man. Arm wrapping around his waist as you cuddled in and let your body finally relax into sleep.

When you finally woke up, you noticed 3 things.

1). It was still fairly dark in the room

2). You were now alone in the bed, with your favourite blanket added overtop of you

3). Small giggles and your husband teasing your children about something from another room in the house.

10:46am

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, ensuring you read the time right. It was rare for you to sleep in, especially this late (no matter what time you went to bed the night before).

Now awake, you realized that Hesh must've closed the curtains and threw your favourite throw blanket (that he despised for some unknown reason) over you. Knowing it increased your chances of getting a few extra hours of sleep. Stretching in the bed, you smiled wide; even many years, 2 relationship status changes and 2.5 kids he never stopped showing his love and affection.

"Shush!" You heard a familiar trio of giggles coming down the hallway. "You're going to ruin it buddy, stop laughing"

"Stop talking dad! You're too loud" your oldest scolded back, in a rather loud whisper. You rolled over, pretending to be asleep when the door to your room opened. Small footsteps, and the sound of nails clicking against the floor caused you to slowly open your eyes and smile.

"Morning mama!" The boys cheered in unison, their green eyes lit up with love and excitement. "We made you mama juice and brekki"

Your cheeks began to hurt as your smile widened, opening your arms they crawled up on the bed. Cuddling into your sides as Riley laid by your feet. Both boys explaining their seperate roles in the morning surprise, and all the messes they decided to pin on Hesh.

"Hey! The egg wasn't me" he laughed from the doorway, 2 mugs of coffee in hand. "Breakfast is downstairs, these monsters couldn't agree who should wake you up with the surprise"

You pulled both boys a bit closer, kisses applied to both of their heads before they hopped off the bed. Excited to show you the fruits of their labour. You swung your legs over the side, before stopping dead. Squeezing your eyes closed, letting a deep sigh out of your nose as it hit you.

You heard Hesh direct your kids downstairs in the background, as you focused on not emptying your already empty stomach. Coffee temporarily forgotten on the nightstand, you felt warm hands rest on your thighs as he crouched in front of you.

"Morning sickness really kicking your ass this time around, huh?" He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. Wishing he could do more to alleviate the symptoms.

"This" you gestured toward yourself, "is your fault. You couldn't have let one of them look like me" you teased once the wave of nausea passed. "Just need to get past this first little bit, then we're home free."

"You're amazing" he whispered, eyes filled with adoration and love. You felt your face warm up before pulling him into a soft kiss, arms slipping lazily over his shoulders. His hands slipping up your thighs to find purchase on your hips. You could stay like this forever.

"Ew!" Or not.

Your youngest stood in the doorway, pouting with his arms crossed. Clearly unimpressed by the sight before him. Chuckling, you rested your face into Hesh's neck. Whispering that you should probably make your way downstairs before you were dragged down there by toddlers.

Grabbing your coffee in one hand, and your sons little palm in the other; you let yourself be guided downstairs to the dining room. Where pancakes, fruits, bacon and....Logan sat. Listening happily as your oldest rambled on about something, using his entire body to convey his excitement.

"Mama and dad were being gross!" Your youngest declared halfway though your meal. Proceeding to rant on about the disgusting scene he was exposed to. Cheeks heating up, you kept your eyes focused on the plate. Actively trying to avoid the amused gaze from your brother in law.

"Already planning a fourth? The third isn't even done growing yet" your head shot up, as you heard Hesh burst out laughing from beside you. Before you could make any remark, you felt the telltale sinking in your stomach, and breath catching in your throat.

Swiftly excusing yourself, you made a beeline out of the room. Shaking as you kneeled on the bathroom floor, groaning softly. This sucked so much.

Leaning back after a second, you heard small feet running down the hallway. Soon after your youngest walked in the room, a glass of water held firmly between his small hands. You wondered if they filled it half full initially, or if he accidentally started washing your floors on the way here.

"Sorry I got you sick, mama" he frowned, holding the glass out to you. "Dad and Uncle Lo said this would make you feel better" you happily accepted the glass, drinking the cool water. Closing your eyes, relishing the feeling of the liquid soothing your throat.

"It's okay honey. Are you feeling any better?" You asked, standing up from the floor and following your son back to the kitchen. Silently thanking the higher powers that your floor somehow remained dry through the delivery.

"I'm full of pancake" he shrugged, wandering out to the livingroom to play with his brother and Uncle. Leaving you and Hesh alone in the kitchen.

"Bug or baby?" Your husband asked in a hushed tone, pulling you into a hug. You shrugged, resting your head against his shoulder.

"Hopefully the latter, considering Logan's taking the boys until tomorrow" he explained, grabbing a handful of your ass for a second before rubbing his hand up your back.

"You seriously called your brother to babysit so you can get laid?" Pushing back, you laughed at his sheepish expression. "What if I do have a that bug and I end up sick all day?"

"That's actually why I called him. Give us the day off to sleep, cuddle and recover without the tiny hurricanes destroying the place. Let them destroy his house, good practice. If you however feel up to it, I'm not about to deny you the DLC activities" you laughed at his offer, pressing a loving kiss to his throat before turning out of his arms and walking to the livingroom.

"You three have a sleepover planned I hear?" You smiled, watching their expressions light up as they sat on the floor, bricks of lego strewn about. Your two talking over one another telling you about all the plans they had for tonight. From blanket forts and ice cream to maybe getting to go to the beach later. You were just glad to see them both feeling better.

"No beaches, ice cream or raiding Uncle Logan's blanket supply if you don't get packed" Hesh called from the kitchen, putting the last couple of plates in the dishwasher. His arm swinging in the room, causing your sons to shoot up from their spots - excited to pack up for the night.

"They do love hanging out at Uncle Logans house" you teased lightly, poking the man on the floor with your foot. "Thank you for taking them on short notice"

"I don't mind, they're fun. Plus we're taking Riley too" Logan was downplaying the excitement and love he had for these visits. The childlike imagination and energy bringing him back to his own childhood. "You focus on feeling better, yeah? You're 3D printing my first neice there".

"Or third nephew. The jury's out this time" you chuckled, the only detail your friends and family could agree on for baby Walker #3 was they would be happy, healthy, and spoiled right rotten. And look like their dad.

"Let's go!" Both boys came running into the room, arms raised above their heads as they cheered. Backpacks hanging off their shoulders. "Come on Riley, sleepover with Uncle Logan!"

"That is my cue" he chuckled, pulling you into a quick side hug. Reminding you to feel better ASAP, and that the kids were welcome over for as long as needed.

Pressing soft kisses to both of your sons heads, reminding them to be good and that you loved them you watched them follow your brother in law out the door. Happily chattering away about something you didn't catch.

"So," you started, leaning into your husband who was now beside you. Your stomach empty and finally settling from earlier.

"About those DLC activities"

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja @ai-luni

#call of duty ghosts #david hesh walker #logan walker #david hesh walker imagine #david hesh walker x reader #david hesh walker fluff #!dad david hesh walker

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ur-resident-golden-cherri · 1 year

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black girl anime headcanons ☁️ fluffy ☁️

blk girl hair headcanons for anime characters (with HQ, JJK, One Piece, MHA, KNY/Demon Slayer)

Soft bois

-would be so so gentle with you. it can get annoying at times bc he can act like u fragile (all good intentions tho)

-getting matching durag and bonnet sets when you come over and or leave your hair stuff at ur house 🥺

-wash day is a team effort. periodt. this man is fully prepared for anything, has done his research, brings al ur supplies you need to you, like whatever you need, HE IS THERE!!!!!

-you best BELIEVE this mf has silk sheets and pillowcases ready for you when you coming over. manz cannot stand it leave his boo hangin- 👑

-will always be gentle and attentive to your hair needs, no matter what curl type, he will do his best (and somehow everytime he does your hair, it looks gorgeous)

Sugawara, Akaashi, Kenma, Daichi-Nanami, Choso, Megumi, Todo-Sanji, Ace, Zoro-Midoriya, Todoroki, Aizawa, Hawks-Zenitsu, Uzui, Kaguya, Tanjirou, Rengoku

The “agressively clueless” boys

-dont know WTF theyre doing. 😃

-bro sees wash day an thinks youre crazy 🥲 will ask why you cant just wash your hair and go, inspecting every product like u some kinda witch

-as much as you love him, please do not ask this poor baby to help with your hair. will end up bald or with less hair than you began with. dont do it for the sake of your sanity and his too

-will agressively ask questions, making sure to wring every last detail out of you 👁👁

-wants to get better, but theyre too strongheaded and can get frustrated when things arent working out the way they want it to. they want their love go look good, why style not workout?

-you love them for trying tho, and eventually they become better at taking care of you, even if they dont fully understand the reasosns behind it :)

Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto-Yuuji, Yuta, Noritoshi-Luffy, Shanks, Ussop, Koby-Kaminari, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero-Inosuke, Sanemi, Kokushibou/Yoriichi

Will worship the ground you walk on <3

-adores you. love at first sight. would marry you on the spot. yesyesyesye- 😍

-exclaims that you hair defies gravity, and the fact your hair naturally curls is just so cool to him, and you can put it into so many styles and he can go on for days at you

-would try to run his fingers thru ur hair, but alas, its not working 💀 settles with giving you massages when your scalp/head hurts from tight styles/rubs oil ito your edges or parts

-will be extremely careful when detangling your hair, since he thinks its a gods given gift that needs to be cherished and proteceted at all costs (adkgjfksks) 😤

-waits patiently and watches you do your hair. not in a creepy way, but to focus and learn more abt how to style, protect, and keep your hair healthy

-anyone who tries touching your hair is losing a hand, if not their arm 😭💀

Yaku, Kuroo, Tsukki, Aone-Getou, Inumaki, Mechamaru-Brook, Law, Dragon-Tokoyami, Ojiro, Tetsutetsu, Mirio, Hawks-Giyuu, Rengoku, Gyomei, Akaza, Yuichiro

Guard dog

-hes your gaurdian angel, and he adores everything about you, especially with your hair

-will stare any mf down who even tried to get close to you; will put on a stank face whenever you tell them abt someone you dont like 😒

-if youre exhausted and tired, he will try to do your hair (and even tho he doesnt know what hes doing at times, it comes out good)

-absolutely dedicated to you and the process of taking care of ur curls, and that includes paying for nails, hair extensions, prodcuts, headwraps, curlers etc 💸💸

-hypes you up SO MUCH its adorable; will see you putting on makeup or just putting your hair up and will automatically compliment you 🥰

-racists beware, bc he will not hesitate to body someone for you, regardless of whether they had “good/bad” intentions 😑

-loves you so much and would do anything for you. it the cutest and hes so lucky to have you as his s/o (including beaning racist whyte ppl)

Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Ennoshita, Aran, Sakusa-Sukuna, Yaga, Todo-Zoro, Newgate, Smoker-Dabi, Shigaraki, Rock Lock, Inasa-Muzan, Douma, Obanai, Kigaku

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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for firefighter!hq.... Iwaizumi Hajime?? 😳👉👈

hello! i apologize for the late response. I've been so burnout from working + paramedicine, but I am back!!

Firefighter!Iwaizumi is an engine boy at heart <3 he’s the prettiest when he’s pulling a 300ft 2in line, kneeling on it to get his respirator on <3 he’s grinning the entire time, boyish and happy to be fighting some roarin’ fire.

I would argue that engineboi!Iwaizumi’s strongsuit is just fast attack…like he’s just one of the fastest Charlie-seat riders to ever walk the earth. he’s like the flash when he shows up on a fire, immediately moving to pull his fire attack line to the door, flaking his line all pretty, then masking up before his officer completes the 360 walk around. he’s ready to make that push, get the knock, and ultimately come out with the biggest grin on his face. swoon

now, i firmly believe in the lost art of the charlie seat rider who isn't an engine operator, but unfortunately modern departments aren't quite like this. lucky for us, iwaizumi is a skilled man at many things, and being an engine operator--one pump chump as his crew calls him--is one of those skills.

picture this, iwaizumi hajime with his helmet strap hanging low, eyes focused on the levers in front of him as he shuffles about his engine, huffing and puffing and slinging lines about preparing to charge them for some action. he secretly loves a good car fire, deploying the bumper line like a pro.

engine boys are whores! mark my words. now, you lucked up getting iwaizumi into a monogamous relationship during his prime engineboi years. congrats, you hit the jackpot on this one.

because he doesn't have any technical specialty, I can see engineboy!Haji as a bit of a service!dom with no particular bondage or incorporation of his craft into the bedroom. that doesn't mean he's boring, by any means.

Engine boys have stamina and tact; they hit it hard from the yard. engine boys know how to hit that spot in a fire, and boy can Haji hit that spot for you <3

Iwaizumi eases his tiredness and aches from a long, hard-fought 72hr banger by bullying his hardened cock into your tight cunt, shuttering at the sheer feel of your slick encasing him. he's impatient with himself, something that started so sweet and gentle quickly became deep, tactful, and merciless thrusts against your velvety spot that had your toes curling, name falling off his tongue like a prayer.

if you've been particularly impatient with a rowdy little engine!Haji, expect to be teased and prodded for hours on end. he's at the end of the bed, your cunt at eye-level with his face as he watches your dainty fingers fail to reach the spots he knew he could in moments. he'd tried to warn you about your "smartass mouth", but you had insisted on saying he didn't truly love you if he kept picking up overtime. now, you lay in front of him with three fingers stuffed into your tight little hole, begging for any type of attention from your gorgeous man. his eyes are like little diamonds the way they glimmer and glisten at the sight before him. "please haji~" you whimper for the nth time, and he spits on your cunt before delivering a slap to your needy clit. "keep fuckin' going" he gruffs, a cheeky grin as his eyes float up to meet yours.

this is complete debauchery, and I am sorry.

#mac mail <3 #i am back heifers!#iwaizumi thirsts #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi drabble #firefighter!hq #iwaizumi smut #haikyu smut #hq headcannons #hq au #hq smut #hq blurbs #iwa <3 #engine boys <33

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fullscoreshenanigans · 1 year

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You know, Isabella's life had been so tragic. She had to make a choice of becoming a sister or die. How can you make this kind of choice at 12? She didn't want to die of course. she had to have a kid who would be throw in the system. And who would be eaten at a point.

She became a mother. And..ultimate horror: her child was under her care. She had to raise him to be eaten. And they both know that. Ray KNEW that she was his mother and she knew he knew.

She tried to give as much happiness that she could to the kids. Making her personal toy and stuff like that. She loved them. She kept their toys as memories after have been forced to give them to demons.

She must have felt so awful at first. Knowing that it was heer siblings fate, that it could have been HER fate. That all the kids under her care were going to reach this fate. that her OWN kid was going to be eaten and that she would be the one to give him to the demons.

Isabella could just hope to save few girls, like Emma by sending them to the same fate then her: becoming sisters and maybe mothers.

She could give more time to few kids by sending them to Lambda, as much horrible it was, because it would give them more time to live. Even if it was not so much. She has kinda saved Norman by doing that, even if she didn't knew at this moment. That's horrible because of what the kids live there but they live a little longer.

She never had any choice. She was as much captive of the system than the kids themself. She could just save few girls. Give more time to few boys.

How much she must have hated herself? how much painful it has been?

And about Ray? she knew that she couldn't do anything. He was a boy so he couldn't become a sister, he was not a super genious as Norman so he wouldn't be fit for Lambda.

He was almost 12 at the beginning of the manga. so close to reach the point where he would have to be given to demon. Isabella may have managed to keep him as long she could but the limit was close (lucky her, he was very smart so he succeded in all tests). She knew that he probably hater her. But she just could give him things he wants and buy him as much time she could give him. She loved him but couldn't let herself have too deep affection for a kid who was never going to be 13.

And when the kids escaped. she was certanly proud and relieved that the kids (Ray) were safe (for now) and thought she was going to die. But then she promoted. Then forced to prepare the kids she raised to be eaten, killing them herself. And then she dies, protecting Emma.

And then she dies, holding her own child's hand. Hearing him cry for her.

She deserved better. All the humans, who suffered of the farm system, in the demons word deserved better.

Yeeeeesss I repeatedly come back to how utterly fraught Isabella and Ray's relationship is because it's one of the things that lingered with me the most after binging S1 and still does, even almost two years later. She's one of greyest characters in the series when it comes to the morality behind her actions and motives, and I always think it's interesting how different people interpret them.

The despondency and resignation after years at HQ training to become a Sister and eventually the youngest Mom in the history of Grace Field is so palpable in that shot we see of her caressing her stomach during the flashback where she's pregnant with Ray:

(Minerva Confidential Report from the S1 Blu-ray)

She's not even in control of her own bodily autonomy as she's forced to carry this child she doesn't want so the system can continue to be replenished. It's nothing short of systemic medical rape that's been going on for generations, and part of why I question the harshness of HQ during the glimpses of it we see in the series proper and in the light novels after Ray explicitly points out how important it is for Grace Field children to not grow up in a distressing environment.

(Chapter 27)

If nothing else, you would think the demons would at least attempt to glamorize this aspect of their existence. Even if they didn't want the children, even if they were still cattle and their autonomy was an illusion, they could at least be offered more material comforts and be allowed to relax in relative luxury for the duration of the pregnancy. But Isabella's room looks just as stark as a young Krone's does.

Enduring such torture for years for the slim opportunity of becoming a Sister or a Mom at one of five plants is such an agonizing thought exercise, and one of the most vile things is how it forces them to buy into this vicious, cutthroat cycle in order to barely survive and maintain their sanity.

What becomes a sticking point for me is how Isabella has internalized this mentality to the point where she derives enjoyment from besting her charges or resolutely reinforces the belief that she is more deserving of a long life than them.

Upon seeing a completely distraught Ray alone in the library toward the end of episode 10 after Norman is shipped out, Isabella smiles to herself as she turns and walks away. There's so much that can be pulled out of this minuscule four-second scene, I obsess over it. The child she was forced to deliver has lost one of his most beloved friends after she had acknowledged the happiness the other boy repeatedly brought to Ray and how she appreciated her biological son could have that brief respite under the cruel circumstances they found themselves in.

(TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “The Starry Sky and Leslie’s List”)

And yet here she is, silently reveling in thwarting his plan of six years in one fell swoop.

You could argue that she's expressing contentment at how the system can remain intact so the other Grace Field children are still able to live ignorant and blissful lives until their shipment dates, that her five oldest children haven't ruined that for them, but given how it's Ray specifically in this scene she's looking at before turning away, I'm inclined to disagree, or at least that it's solely a selfless (if warped) stance.

Ray is the result of one of the worst acts the farm system forced upon her, and she's found herself more than once being caught off guard by how much he takes after her.

Another thing up for debate is how much of an unreliable narrator Isabella is regarding her own feelings because that's an element that's constantly in play for this series, but taking her at her word here, she states she holds no particular maternal feelings for him.

I think being stuck in such a routine, mundane domestic cycle with little to no outside contact and knowing deep down one isn't truly living would eat at a person as the years went on, so she took it out on the only other person in the house who had an idea of the true hell they lived in. Never directly in the form of physical abuse or explicit verbal threats, but with all the self-loathing and frustration she held for herself over succumbing to the system, and how she saw herself in Ray both in his plans of escape (because she had no idea he planned on killing himself, otherwise she would have taken some countermeasures to ensure he would still be able to be shipped out successfully) and his physical resemblance, I think there was a silent, petty delight she took in seeing him fail just like she had.

Though at times she probably hated herself for that, too.

Further plagiarizing myself from this post but my thoughts largely remain the same:

I continue to debate how much of her maintaining her deal with Ray was strictly for pragmatic reasons and how much was due to wanting to keep him close out of some painfully complicated mess of emotions that was constantly oscillating between a tainted affection and spiteful hatred. Any time she would find herself falling into the former, forgetting the circumstances of their relationship, him being the living, breathing reminder of one of the worst things HQ forced her to endure would resurface and how they chose to put him in her plant as if to silently mock her and unknowingly rub in how pitiful the life of a Mom would always be under this system. To openly love him would be one step further in giving in than she’d already done by accepting the Mom position and loving all the other cattle children she raised for slaughter, and she hated to give that much more of herself than she already had when she wasn’t aware of his origins. So she would dutifully do what was tasked of her, but on her terms, as petty as they were.

The most important thing in this moment is this smile isn't for anyone else but herself. Ray's not looking at her. There are no other children around she's trying to maintain an iron front for so as to crumble their resolve so they'll give into despair and live the remainder of their time in somber peace. This one is for her being able to maintain her cognitive dissonance regarding the life she lives and coming out on top in this match of wits. She was presented with essentially a non-choice when she arrived at the gate on her twelfth birthday, but she did have a choice in how she chose to express this.

There isn't an equivalent scene of this in the manga, but the last page of chapter 3 gives us a manga-only one.

Again, we have Isabella alone, so she's not putting up a front for Krone, who has yet to arrive, or any of the children. This is her reinforcing that, while she loves the children she's charged with in her own distorted way, she is the one who deserves to survive and live a long life, perfectly preceded by Emma's contrasting declaration that the sacrifice of any more lives for the sake of singular survival is not an acceptable outcome for her. It's something that I can't entirely fault Isabella for, because she didn't deserve this fate for merely being born in the demon world, but it's something that should be acknowledged as selfish, albeit human.

The same can be said regarding her complicity with the continued sacrificing of children during her tenure as Grandma. I doubt that if you presented this scenario to every single one of those children they would be okay with being among the lucky few who were shipped while waiting for the escapees from plant no.3 to come back and finally put an end to the Neverland.

(Chapter 177)

I think there's also a selfish reading one can pull from her final words to Ray, though it's unintentional on her part given where one's mind must be when they're on the precipice of death.

At this point, it's safe to say she's genuinely remorseful when she states she wishes she had time to atone for everything she's done, and asking Ray to take care of everyone in her stead given what we've seen of him truly beginning to thrive in life when he opens himself up to his family's love and has others relying on him does pair well with those maternal well wishes for the children's future. Yet knowing everything he went through and how little regard he held for his own life for so many years because he was also filled with self-loathing over his actions, her last request being to take care of everyone else without also advocating for him to take care of himself feels somewhat off, especially in light of how it was stressed by Emma and the other escapees in chapter 38.

It's a small choice of wording, and again she's not thinking the clearest when she's so close to death and so overwhelmed with wanting to convey her final sentiments toward them, but that's a lot to place on the shoulders of a thirteen-year-old, especially when he's not afforded the chance to truly have an honest conversation with her to express all his feelings over the years to her, and he's left to mourn that lost opportunity and all the "what ifs."

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Since the AU AU AU reveal goes smoother just overall because the boys don’t wait… how would reversed boys act for the promotion? If they got promoted would *that* also go smoother? Would they just be able to come clean faster? Cause I imagine hearing it from Dawn would… stir some emotions for sure, but I can also see him being straight forward from the start. Mentioning Eclipse FIRST and THEN the promotion kinda thing. N soft moon neighbour beloved <3

-G

So my first instinct is to say - yes, it would go smoother, but it'd also be a lot sadder. They aren't as close pre-reveal, and in the scenario where only Robin finds out, it would leave them with even more regrets.

But! I'm about to go ham about how things would actually go, so we'll see! Because with Dawn in the mix, things definitely are a little more straightforward.

He would, despite his own pride, easily admit that he doesn't know why the promotion didn't go to them, but he can't say no anyhow. He has a brother who needs a new battery - and those are costly, so the money will make a difference.

Robin, while still crushed, respects the direct approach. They're more used to the more professional relationship when they aren't at each other's throat, so they hear him out more easily, not feeling as personally betrayed.

(It still stings, and they aren't quite sure why - shouldn't they be happy he's leaving? Sure, it sucks they were overlooked for the promotion, but without him there, or maybe now that he was promoted, they might get one soon too? But... Dawn would still be gone, and somehow, that's what their mind is stuck at?)

They push it all away, and go home - still leaving both of them kind of sad about it all, but at least without any real bitterness towards each other. Robin even wishes him and his brother good luck, and Dawn, greedy as always, just silently wishes he could have both.

They go home, and later Moon knocks on their door, looking very much like he'd rather be anywhere else, and they're a little calmer, maybe, but when he explains that he needs to break the lease due to a work transfer, the gears still start turning.

As civilian, Moon also gets to mention Eclipse - he has a brother, who's saving up for a new repair -

"New battery?"

"How - how did you know?"

They shrug, wave it off as a lucky guess, but really, they know. They don't want to reveal anything, still sticking to the rules they live by, but the thought of them both leaving is crushing them, and they keep the conversation short. Let them figure out things, they'll have something ready for him in the morning - it's fine, really, if he needs the money for his brother they aren't about to ask for fines.

Moon also leaves, feeling kinda dejected, but he has work to go to. Later, with the switch, he mentions to Sun that their landlord took it surprisingly well, and that they somehow figured it's about Eclipse's battery. Maybe a lucky guess, but they just... They already seemed off, and he's not quite sure how to take it.

Sun connects a few more dots - asks to see their landlord through a memory recall, and as rarely as they do it it still goes over easily, if a tad awkwardly.

But then Sun is out the door and knocking on theirs, because Oh, a lot of things click into place now. They open, confused, and then even more confused because what is he doing there -

He pushes them back inside, explanations already on his metaphorical lips, but really, dear, that's not for the other neighbors to know. He quickly realizes the promotion was bait, and shares that easily. Y/N baffled, but so thrown for a loop by everything they even forget to be angry at him (not that they have actual reason to, anyway -) and instead just immediately get angry at HQ

Then the laughter sets in, just a tad hysterical. So they baited the two of them, and oh boy, Dusk being an agent too is just the cherry on top, to get them out of the duplex without raising suspicion, and inadvertently caused exactly what they wanted to prevent? Suckers.

Sun a little more somber, because, even knowing that, they still can't say no. They have to help Eclipse - and Y/N shrugs. It's okay - they understand. They feel a bit better knowing everything, and it's kinda sweet that he came rushing like that - (flustered Sun? check. The boy very much has to process that sudden attitude change, but can't even ask them about it because they just continue talking. They are also flustered by the admission though)

But yes, quite. As agents they might not have a line of contact, but as neighbors? No one could complain if they decide they get along and want to stay in touch.

And of course Sun says yes - greedy bastard, after all. All but jumps at the chance, and has a much easier time to convince them there's more to him after this kind of reveal, and the incredibly awkward way he starts texting them.

They all share little tidbits about missions, complain about coworkers (promptly shutting up Moon any time he points out that Y/N used to complain about Dawn - they feel shy about that, now, and Sun loves it so much). Also discuss potentially meeting Eclipse - but with all of them living in different cities now, it's more of a hypothetical for the future. One day, and they look forward to that.

And, well, texting isn't the only thing left to them, though there is some time before more can happen - and what exactly I cannot share, as that would be a spoiler for the main AU promotion sequel! Hope to share that soon enough, but I will tell you that they all get their happy ending <3

#answer let luce #G asks #accidentally undercover #AU AU AU #look there's definitely more to their future I wanna say but I can't #I've kept that nugget of an idea tucked away even from ppl on discord and those I regularly hit with spoilers #it's gonna be fun tho #whole new timeline and changes a lot #realizing these things abt their employer sure doesnt endear the agency to any of them #Eclipse in this one doesnt get the bragging rights of main au for fixing everything #because once again the boys jumped on the chance to get closer to Y/N lmao #okay I will. shut up now it is almost bedtime FGHDJS

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stilemawillow · 2 years

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Tale of the Green Monster [Eren | Reader | Drabble]

I can stand him not loving me - I can’t stand him loving her.

- Lang Leav

A game of feelings. Yes, but not exactly deliberate. Fighting in the army wasn't supposed to be easy, but it turned out easier than not paying any attention to the sound of your heart breaking every time you saw Eren Jaeger flirt with Historia in some way. Be it lend her a helping hand when in need, make her laugh when she was sad or make her blush using a well-picked out comment, Eren had it all figured out when it came down to making the petite blonde smile.

You could see Mikasa seep with anger every time she became witness to such a scene but could she see you do the same? Because - secretly or not - you definitely did.

Jealousy was an ugly feeling - a green monster possessing a terrifying kind of wrath - which took all and every opportunity to make an appearance in your thoughts, sometimes even speech. With the green monster having turned its head in the direction of Eren and Historia, you became determined to make cut its head off and watch every last drop of blood leave its body.

You used a technique you'd heard your mother mention - distraction. Find yourself somebody to flirt with so the jealousy could calm down. Not wanting to use anybody from your regiment, you snuck out one night and visited a bar, where you found yourself a nice handsome boy named Michael you thought wasn't that much older than you. You drank, you laughed and the green monster purred when somebody started paying attention to it.

The night was over once the clock hit one a.m., but your secret adventures were yet to end themselves. You met Michael over and over again, at the same bar, the same spot in the dark corner with the same beers sitting on the wooden table for about two months. You woke up in the mornings, telling only Jean of the affair and giggling at breakfast as he would tease you about Michael, otherwise oblivious to your feelings for the teal-eyed titan shifter sitting just a table away.

On one of your usual sneak-out missions, however, when you'd gotten relatively drunk after an incident including you witnessing Historia and Eren in an embarrassingly incriminating position Michael brought you to his room a few houses down the road outside the inn and let you rest in his bed.

Poor thing, you never told him you were part of the Survey Corps because you knew he'd insist on knowing your age and that would lead to all kinds of complications regarding your drinking and past-curfew adventures outside the HQ. The fact he lay next to you, played with your hands and your hair and kept staring at you like he was in love was beside the point - no, actually, it wasn't. It was important because you hadn't had anybody regarding you in such a manner before and you were already pretty much in love with Eren Jaeger - as unrequited as that case might've been.

You were sure of it - you didn't love Michael, but you'd been so desperate to gain somebody's attention you'd given him the false hope Eren sometimes gave you.

The next morning you woke up with him having left you a note and your thoughts a complete and utter mess. You checked the date and ate some bread he'd left for you on the table in his small kitchen when it hit you what day it was - the day on which you and the rest of your squad, along with a few hand-picked Garrisons were to aid Squad Leader Hanji and Lance Corporal Levi during one of Eren's experiments.

Eyes as wide as saucers, you sprinted out of the house and frantically made your way through the streets towards the HQ. You would be late - that was inevitable - but if you were lucky enough you wouldn't arrive too late and you'd manage to avoid punishment with a lame excuse at least one superior would buy. That would surely do your hangover no harm whatsoever.

Ten minutes of running later, you made your way into the building where you put on a clean uniform and brushed your hair. Attempting to fix your straps on your way to the training fields was a worse experience than having to listen to Jean compose poems about the beauty of Mikasa's hair during dinner. You arrived at the place and bumped straight into your best - albeit only - horse-friend's sturdy back from too much haste. After questioning the beginning of the whole ordeal, Jean explained the situation and pointed you over to the Garrisons attending.

Michael's familiar face stood out from the line of soldiers, making your already pulsating temples burst. Panic bouncing around in your head, you followed your initial instinct and ducked behind your tall friend's body so the male wouldn't be able to see you. When your best friend inquired about your behaviour you explained the situation and he almost burst out laughing in the middle of Lance Corporal Levi's speech about the experiment and the precaution all attending should take. You slapped the tall male's arm and glared as murderously as you could before straightening your posture and asking an impulsive favour from him, which he, surprisingly enough, agreed to humour.

In return, of course, you'd give him your dessert and clean the stables in his stead for the overall of a month. All and every kind of payback was fine with you, however, so long as you got to avoid Michael and his feelings. You were acting like a terrible human being - sure, but you didn't want to burden the boy with any more false hopes than you already had. In order for that to happen, you had to bring his heart down from the cloud nine it'd risen to and break it. Then everybody would move on from the situation. During the next two hours of the experiment, Michael took notice of your presence and attempted to make contact - be it by locking gazes, waving or trying to call out to you - but you ignored him. For you, he didn't exist.

You were nervous but your face was set straight in a deadpan similar to the expression of a constipated person - it was something Jean often teased you about, which would earn him a punch to the shoulder each and every time. Now he didn't even dare make fun of it because he could see you were so tense you'd probably break out in a sprint if tapped on the shoulder by the wrong person - meaning anybody but Jean himself. Maybe, if you tapped your own shoulder you'd flinch like it had been somebody else.

When the experiment was over you saw the Lance Corporal helping Eren out as Hanji attempted to question him further about something you couldn't hear. Historia and Mikasa immediately ran to his aid and while you were busy narrowing your eyes at the sight, you almost missed Michael coming your way. Jean alerted you to his incoming presence and you exchanged looks, telling him it was time to put that favour to use. Your best friend gave a snort and offered you an arm, which you linked with yours just as the Garrison's soldier was nearing you.

A girlish giggle left your lips as you let Jean lead you away towards the entrance of the HQ where everybody had already gathered. You held onto his arm and told him to keep it up when you saw Historia worriedly wiping the sweat from Eren's forehead as Mikasa gave off a deadly aura. The brunet titan shifter was sitting at the stairs leading to the doors and Michael was behind you and Jean so there was no way for you to let go of his arm whilst passing by them.

A helpless exchange of looks ensued before you walked towards the entrance, soon to be noticed by the trio already standing there. You were trying to come up with a joke when Mikasa furrowed her eyebrows at you suspiciously and Eren lifted his gaze from the ground to eye your linked arms. Your heart leapt up in your throat and Jean was forced to exchange simple pleasantries with your comrades as they observed you doubtfully. You noticed Eren's nose scrunch up cutely in dissatisfaction, teal hues as if glued to your linked arms. You glanced back and saw Michael was seconds away from catching up to you so you did the first thing that came to mind.

It being pulling Jean ahead by the arm with the biggest grin you could put on and calling him “darling” in the meantime, just loud enough for the male behind your backs to hear. Mikasa made way for you to pass as Eren's unbelieving orbs bore into your fretful eyes. You were about to reach for the door when a strong grip made its presence known at the base of your wrist - tight yet somewhat gentle. Your gaze dipped, meeting two beautiful dark teal hues shadowed by a pair of knitted eyebrows when the question “can we talk?” fell atop your shoulders.

Jean leaned forward to look at your face but your orbs couldn't leave Eren's. Michael might've looked like a kicked puppy but he was still walking toward you. You had to leave. So you did. Pursed lips and a shake of your head, you pried Eren's strong fingers from your frail wrist before letting Jean lead you inside the building. Once there, you took his hand and ran down the hallway into your dorm, sure nobody else would be there at this time of the day. Slamming the door behind your back, you leaned on it and listened to your best friend question the situation. You had no answers to give him.

Your heart was beating erratically and at Jean's mildly worried comment (”I thought Jaeger was trying to cut off my arm with his eyes.”) no laughter was heard. You stayed in your room even after Jean left to get himself some breakfast and kept thinking of Eren's behaviour with all blood in your body welling up in the apples of your cheeks and your fingertips constantly running over the skin his digits had grasped. How was it that a simple look and a fleeting touch could make you this dizzy and love-struck?

Oh, and how love-struck you were. You lay against the door of your dorm for the following half an hour, the image of his gorgeous eyes not once leaving your mind with his question (”Can we talk?”) playing on a loop in your ears like a broken record. You just stood there, blinking helplessly at the wall and occasionally chuckling at how pitiful you were being. Being part of the army wasn't supposed to be easy, but it turned out way easier than not thinking about Eren Jaeger for more than ten seconds.

You reached a certain number of conclusions that day: you'd make it your goal to never bump into Michael again, you'd thank Jean for helping you and you'd avoid this “talk” Eren wanted to have with you at all cost.

Avoiding feelings, the all-time favourite hobby of cadet (Y/N) (L/N). Maybe it was because your mother was a prostitute and the first time in her life she felt fear was when your father told her he loved her, maybe it was because you were never loved properly yourself or maybe it was just because something was wrong with you as a person. Either way, knowing which it was wouldn't help you handle the problem so it was a useless topic to ponder.

You attended dinner the same day, sat quietly next to Jean and led a lengthy conversation on the topic of you and Michael. You were glad you had somebody to help you figure shit out but listening to Jean's constant reminders of how broken Michael had looked seeing you two together wasn't exactly helpful in terms of letting you sustain a decent emotional state. Overlooking that fact, you were quick to leave the table as soon as the discussion came to an acceptable end since you could feel Eren's eyes burning a hole at the back of your head as of the very moment you'd come through the doors.

Reassuring Jean everything was fine and you were just tired, you paced out of the mess hall with your shoulders jumping at the slam of the doors behind your back. Just as you were turning the corner to your dorm, however, you heard the same kind of slam before a pair of hurried footsteps started trailing after you. Your name was called rather loudly but, having acknowledged it was Eren's voice saying it, you ignored the intense urge to dig your heels into the ground and freeze in your tracks. Your steps were speeding up but Eren's chase hadn't ceased and he hadn't stopped calling your name either.

You felt a certain amount of safe when you slammed the door of your room behind yourself, which quickly came to break into pieces as Eren's fist thumped over its wooden surface and his voice called your name once more, so desperately it made your face scrunch up in mild guilt. “(Y/N), I need to tell you something. Please open the door,” oh, did that break your heart, taking into account he sounded uncharacteristically upset when he already had Historia and Mikasa tending to his every need.

The sound of his voice as he pleaded (”Please let me in, I just want to talk.”) called forth the unpleasant image of his upset expression as his fist weakly hit the door a few more times. You pursed your lips and your mouth moved on its own because before you'd known it you'd heard your own voice promptly tell Eren you didn't want to talk to him at the moment. The brunet fell silent but you never heard his fading footsteps so you knew he was still on the other side of the door, holding his limp fist over the place it had last hit.

He understood, his next phrase was delivered by a dejected soft voice, he understood you and Jean were close and it had led to something more, but - your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as your head leaned back against the door - couldn't you have waited a few more days? Eren's speech didn't make sense and neither did his question. You didn't understand what you'd had to wait for and then he said it, so softly you might've missed it. The words kept replaying in your mind for the next few seconds and chasing them away wasn't an option because this (”I wanted you to hear me confess.”) was something you'd been dreaming of ever since you met him.

This exceptional individual, a free-spirited teenager filled with strength and determination who never gave up - this was the person who made you fall in love using nothing more than a kind smile, a pair of twinkling teal hues and a single sentence. And he was confessing to you. Or confessing that he'd wanted to confess at least.

“Open the door,” you could hear him plead one last time as his feet stepped back from it, “please open the door.” And you did. You opened the door and you stood face to face with the only person who could tame the stupid green monster in you, the only person who could make you melt at the mere sight of his smile. In this case, he was hardly smiling - his thick brows were knitted together and his lips were pursed in determination, almost to the point they were pouting. You could hear yourself apologising but it didn't matter because then his fingers had grasped your wrist again and his lips had placed themselves upon yours.

Your wide eyes slowly fell closed when the brunet titan shifter cupped your cheek and gingerly rubbed his thumb over it as your hands pulled at the front of his uniform jacket - pull him closer, they chanted silently, and you both complied. The kiss was sweet and innocent but you felt all the jealousy gathered behind it - jealousy, jealousy, jealousy. So much of it the amount overwhelmed you. It wasn't one-sided though - the way you clung to Eren's body and stubbornly kept your lips pressed to his for as long as possible gave away your own need to be appreciated above all others around him.

The statement that he wouldn't let himself do anything of the sort anymore because you had a boyfriend now left his lips just as you'd parted and he was trying to hold himself back from pulling you into the room and pushing you against the door. You looked into his eyes and bit your bottom lip before admitting the truth and to say Eren's eyes lit up in genuine joy at the sound of that wouldn't be a lie. The small inquiry he handed you in return (”Does that mean I can kiss you again?”) made your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you nodded your head ever so bashfully.

The brunet's grin was giant and his hands were warm as he cupped your face and sweetly gave you a taste of the tea he'd drank earlier, making your whole body melt in happiness. The butterflies were dancing inside your stomach and your mind was at a loss for coherent thoughts but you'd always remember the warmth of Eren's fingertips and the inexperienced passion on his lips as he tried to tell you how much he liked you without using his words. Overjoyed smile slipping over your lips, you tugged him back into your room and closed the door, listening to the green monster purr and lower its head obediently at the sight of Eren Jaeger's bright teal hues.

“I like you,” each of your green monsters softly whispered as you looked at each other, “I like you so much I would rip somebody to shreds if he touches you. But now there's no need for that.” There was no need for that. Because no matter how much he made Historia laugh and Mikasa worry, and no matter how jealous you felt of it all, the only one whose smile made his heart flutter at the end of the day was yours.

#eren jaeger fanfiction #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #x reader #snk x reader #eren jaeger imagine #reader insert #eren jaeger as a jealous boi because we all know he is #still so fucking cute tho #i do not endorse drinking and stringing others along as a form of dealing with feelings #just confess yo stuff man #but the miscommunication does make fiction tasty #eren best boi #stop giving me smut about him just give me him as an awkward teen #i'm hooked on the dumbass suicidal queen that loves to scream #not on a nonexistent sex god #anyway enough ranting enjoy

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firewoodwander · 1 year

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#17 from teasing prompts for Aden/Boss?

17. “You’re very lucky I love you.”

The GAR HQ complex is probably A’den’s leat favourite place in the Core. One of them, at least. A high contender. Arca barracks, specifically, but thank the stars he’s only dropping by there briefly, to pick up an extra bodysuit and hygiene kit.

HQ Medcentre, somehow, rates higher than Arca on his list.

But only just.

“Thank you,” Boss tells him solemnly when he sets the blacks on the end of his diagnostic bed. “My last one didn’t quite make it.”

A’den watches him towel the last of the bacta residue away from his bandages—fresh, pale where they’re wrapped around his knee and thigh, wrist and forearm. His skin has an irritated flush to it.

“They never seem to have any Commando stock spare to hand. What was I going to let you do, stack your plates and carry them back?”

Boss’ lips curl up on one side, even if he doesn’t look up. A’den takes the dirty towel and hands him the suit instead, which he pulls on very nearly without wincing.

“I wasn’t expecting you, especially not around here,” he says.

“Normally I wouldn’t,” A’den agrees easily. It’s true. “I suppose you’re just very lucky I love you.”

That gets Boss’s attention. The seals of his boots hiss with every latch he flips closed, but he’s meeting A’den head on, now, searching his face for whatever he needs to confirm it’s this is a joke.

It isn’t. A’den smiles.

“Do you want a hand with any of that?”

Boss glares down at his leg plates, sliding them into place and following with his body. “I’m fine, thank you.”

And he is, but A’den itches to touch, so he makes his own excuses in his mind when he reaches out and resettles the neck of Boss’ suit against his throat.

“How upset would Delta be if I stole you away for a while?”

Boss catches his hand, stands, rattles their bracers together. “We ship out again at oh-four-hundred.”

“I know.”

“You can’t say those kinds of things around here.”

“I know. But, at the same time…”

“Being one of Skirata’s special boys won’t save you forever.”

A’den closes his eyes when Boss steps in, leaning into the warmth that blooms when he presses their foreheads together affectionately.

“I’m big and scary all on my own I’ll have you know.”

“Yes, Sergeant. Of course, Sergeant. Whatever you say, Sergeant. Aren’t you supposed to be sneaking me out of here right about now?”

A’den raps his knuckles over Boss’s Katarn and steps away first, towards them door. “Can I at least take you to dinner?” he asks.

Boss sighs and hangs his head fondly. “Go on,” he capitulates. “You’ve got me pinned. Let’s go, then.”

“Oh, good,” A’den says. He guides Boss off the ward with a hand on his shoulder. “And don’t worry, I know all the best places the CSF doesn’t.”

#new year prompts #boss/a’den #cloneshipping #writing tag

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minsh0e · 2 years

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hi stays !!

i would like to introduce you to the “stray kids - electronic hq polaroids archive“ filled with polaroids of our favourite boys. i originally made archive for myself but i decided to share it with the world ... deep down i hope at least somebody's intrested tbh :/ anyways, enjoy :D

mega link : https://mega.nz/folder/4NMglZQA#QY82nCZ6hECU38c-U98Duw

please note that archive is not filled with every single skz polaroid as i am trying hard to only include photos, which have good quality

archive includes polaroids from:

- albums

- merch

- fanmeetings

- photobooks

- collaborations

- lucky draws

- magazines

- pre-orders

- and etc. + more that i will add in future

side notes :

- none of the pictures that you can see are mine, i only take credit for sticking them together (also pictures are not anyhow edited, only occasionally cropped e.g. when i have to seperate more members)

- most of the folders include templates of polaroids (useful when you want to check which polaroids are missing)

- link contains a colour label guide (please read it so you can orientate more easily)

- archive will be updated from time to time (for more information check label guide)

!! please, if you share the link, do not claim it as your own as i really worked hard to get archive to it's current form...ty <3

?? question from me : if you want me to make members + ot8 ver. (where you search polaroids by members names) or upload gallary on google drive please tell me :)

> if you have any questions, feel free to ask

> i also apologize for problems. if there are any please let me know

okay, that's all, thanks for reading :D

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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@fangirl0072

The theme is finally complete - gojo's only fans introductory page ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

I honestly... used to like him A LOT... but now? he's just annoying af. (¬､¬) like super annoying. Missing Oliver has gotten bad yes- *dreamt abt him 5 times already and drooling too* T_T I want him to come home so badly- 🥹 (changing the theme until he gets back or I start having withdrawal symptoms 🥹) Gojo is insufferable and oh god- he and Oliver would get along extremely well in conversations and in pushing each other's boundaries- since Oliver has the habit of telling people to back off, and Gojo is the kinda guy that won't back down (ugh so annoying but he is pretty too) Starry i- i am. so. jealous. of whoever tied his armband in the U20 game cause i wanna do that T>T so badly and the smile he would give me too it reminds me of the Kageyama and Hinata scene from hq- "Read the room, jungle boy" "Did you just-" he asked, a small smile breaking out on his face. "I ain't letting any robbers steal my goals." you added, placing your hand on your head and taking the laxed pose he normally does while he held back a laugh, his shoulders shaking. "(y/n), you're lucky to be dating a pretty boy." you said with a scoff while Oliver barked a laugh. "Walking tree fucker." you said, clicking your tongue as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "You're lucky I like you." "Just like?" "Nah- elsker deg." you said, as he kissed your cheek. "Jeg elsker deg too."

#belle.txt #olivercomehome #.moot🍦: ✨ anon

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mortuus-poet · 2 years

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Someone sent me an ask saying “what do you think your favorite companions most shocking hobby would be” but I somehow lost the ask! So this post is about that! I’ll of course be talking about my beloved, Deacon, and his most shocking hobby <3 (headcanon only! If you don’t agree, that’s fine)

I think the most shocking hobby he would have would be playing the guitar/singing. He doesn’t ever talk about his love for music to anybody, and he never shares the skill or sings in-front of people, but sometimes, just sometimes when he’s wandering the ‘Wealth with Sole, they’ll catch him humming to himself, or if they’re looting a cleared building Sole may be able to catch him singing softly from the other room.

If someone was to ask him specifically about the guitar or his singing, he’ll definitely get excited and jump on the chance to talk about his love for music. He won’t outright sing for whoever asked, and it’s hard as hell to find an in tact guitar for him to actually play, so he rarely shows off.

If someone found him a guitar/made him one? He would feel obligated to play it for them, and if they’re lucky and he gets Into the song enough, he’ll sing along.

It takes ALOT for Deacon to trust someone, this is obvious throughout the entire game, and the same goes for him trusting people enough to sing in-front of them. The only person he ever sings in-front of comfortably is Sole, and only some months after his final affirmation dialog, but once he does trust Sole enough he won’t stop singing. When they’re walking through the ‘Wealth and Sole has their pip-boy playing the radio, he’ll sing along to every song that comes on, he sings when they’re exploring, looting, even (and especially) when they’re at their home, weather that be Diamond city, Sanctuary or any other settlement. The only place he doesn’t sing when he’s with Sole is HQ, because he just isn’t comfortable enough to do so in that place, no matter how much he loves his makeshift family.

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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 2

Character(s) included: Tsukishima & Ushijima

Warning(s): Cursing

Song of the day: Love The Way You Lie by Eminem

A/N: Wow thanks for 200+ likes on my last part & 15+ reblogs! I’m almost at 150 followers so thank you for that too! I can't believe that my account is still active! Here’s part two! As always my ask box is open for comments and such! I would love to have some more Anons or even some character anons. Part three is next so if you have any haikyuu boys you want next just send a message! Please forgive any spelling and grammatical errors!

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Tsukishima

So the argument was your fault. The ‘harmless’ joke made its way to be more effective than you imagined. So maybe it wasn’t as funny as you thought to pour water on his head as soon as he got through the door. But it wasn’t your fault for not knowing he was having a tough day already.

“Baby.. please.. kei, I am sorry..” you whispered softly as you followed him in. You could tell he was angry. After all he just wanted to rest and now you just fucked everything up. “Kei.. please.” He turned to you.

“What?” He was drenched and tried to not let his attitude show. He just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.. it was just supposed to be a harmless prank..” you muttered softly now avoiding his eyes. They felt like they were burning holes into you.

“Oh wow so funny!” He looked at you. Now making eye contact you can feel the hints of venom in his voice. “It’s so fucking funny. You know sometimes I wonder if I ever did the shit you do to me back to you how would you react? I mean after all it’s just a fucking harmless prank! Do you ever just fucking think for a moment, ‘fuck maybe that’s not a good idea?’ Or no? I mean is you brain so fucking small and your so fucking dumb to the point you don’t have a good thought in there?!” His voice was loud, deep, and annoyed. You could almost see the hatred seeping from each word. You looked to the ground and took his hurtful and harmful words.

It was your fault after all.

After a moment he looked down at you, getting out everything he needed to say, well almost everything. “It fucking sucks to put up with you sometimes. I hope you know your fucking lucky.” There he went, finally finishing his bitter words. He left slamming the door behind him as he started the shower. The warm tears that you had been holding in now finally making their way out.

After grabbing a jacket, phone, wallet, and keys you leave. Feeling terrible that he had to put up with you. Locking the door as you left you decided to take a walk. It was cold and dark. It was a terrible idea to have, but there wasn’t much more that you could do.

After he finished his shower he got out looking for you. He had sorta realized the weight of his words. He knew he went too far.

After about five minutes he realized you were nowhere in sight. He changed and grabbed his phone. “Pick up..” he muttered, calling you. It was too cold for you to be out, let alone it was too dark.

You looked down at your phone and just ignored the call, scared to be yelled at again. It was freezing, now coming to the realization that you should have brought a bigger jacket. You head to a nearby ramen place to eat.

On his side he is freaking the fuck out. “Fuck fuck..” he muttered softly. He tried calling you again and to his surprise you picked up. “Y/n where are you?” He seems upset.

“Don’t worry about it.. just get some rest okay? Night.” You’re almost about to hang up where he starts talking again. He is frantic and you can tell he is extremely worried.

“Y/n please. It’s dark and cold and I don’t want you getting lost or anything worse please..” he mumbled softly. He is trying not to seem overbearing.

“I’ll be okay. Goodnight.” You hang up. Not to your surprise he calls you about five times as you order something to go for the both of you. After about twenty minutes you start to walk back. It’s pitch black and freezing. You put the bag on your arm and zip up your thin jacket. Now holding onto your phone on flashlight with one hand and with the other the soup trying to keep warm. It takes you another fifteen minutes to arrive and you open the door.

Tsukishima was waiting by the door. It was quite late so you bit your lip and closed the door after. In that time Tsukishima’s arms are already tightly around you. His eyes were red and puffy and it was clear he had been crying.

“I told you to get some rest, Kei..” you whispered softly, unsure why he was up. Kinda glad that the ramen did go to waste though.

“I am sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he started to cry again holding you tight. You were cold to the touch and to be honest if it weren’t for what he said earlier you would probably be really enjoying this.

“It’s okay.. I got some dinner..” you whisper breaking away from his grasp as you sit at the table him following after. He wiped away the tears sitting in front of you. He felt like shit. As you place the food in front of him he gives a weak thank you, which you just shake your head to and start eating.

After dinner you get up putting your dishes away. Getting ready for bed after. As you finish brushing your teeth and changing. You are met with his long warm arms around you once again. He missed you all day, and didn’t want you to be distant any longer. “I’m sorry y/n..” he whispered softly, tears rolling down his face.

“It’s okay kei.. don’t worry I know you didn’t, it was my fault anyway..” you muttered softly. “I’m sorry baby..” you wipe away his tears. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay..?” He just holds on tighter and shakes his head gently, picking you up. He decides to carry you to the room you two share. As he holds you, you whisper nothing but sweet words of love, trying to comfort him.

When he lays down you gently hold him. He clears his throat ready to apologize more. “Y/n.. I really didn’t mean any of that okay..? I really love you so much and I’m the lucky one. You’re so considerate and shit and you were just trying to play a prank but I had a really shitty day and just didn’t react well.. I’m sorry..” he whispered softly. His head is buried into the crevice between your shoulder and head. It was clear he was upset.

“Baby it’s okay.. don’t worry I know you didn't mean too.. it was my fault.." you whisper softly. His arms tighten around you holding you close. "I should have known it wasn't a good idea and just didn’t do it. Instead I decided to do it and then leave.. making you worried and stuff.. So I'm sorry.." you whispered softly.

He just shakes his head and smiles softly. "Okay.. I love you Y/n," he muttered softly as he closed his eyes. Quite tired from such a stressful day.

"I love you too Kei," you muttered back, staying up until you’re sure he is peacefully asleep. When you are sure, you drift to sleep. You are safe here. You are safe in his arms, being loved by him. This is where you are meant to be, forever.

Ushijima

Practice was shit. He missed almost everything that came his way, and to be honest it was getting to him. He was quite pissed seeing you with some other guy. No matter what or who they were, they weren’t him. That’s all that mattered. You were laughing and smiling with them and he was upset. So of course he would be off his game. Who wouldn’t? You were the person everyone wanted. Ushijima was lucky to be your boyfriend let alone even talk to you.

But the same could be said about Ushijima. He was known everywhere and you got jealous too at times. I mean who wouldn’t when he got gifts every time he entered a match. He barely talked to you then too, because he thought you would be too ‘distracting.’ So in the end you normally would sit in the back and chat with a few people but tried to stay focused. Today was different. It was a practice not a game. So you didn’t mind not paying attention.

Once practice ended you were met with Ushijima’s tall form in front of you. “Oh hey baby,” you smiled getting up. He doesn’t look too happy and gives the guy a stare that makes him almost immediately leave.

“Who’s he?,” he looked down at you again. You’re shorter than him but to be honest he loves it. He loves the fact that he can tease you with kisses or the fact he can pick you up.

“I just met him. He is pretty cool, turns out he was in one of my old classes.” You smile a bit.

“Oh. Okay let’s go.” He muttered softly. Now expecting a kiss on the head before you two leave you wait. It takes a moment before you realize you’re not getting one so you just follow after him.

“How was practice..” you ask when you guys get in the car. It was quiet and you didn’t like that. It was too quiet.

“You would have known if you were watching.” He was brief and quick with his answers. “It went bad.”

You shake your head softly and when you guys get back into the house it’s no better. Now deciding to break the silence once more. “What’s wrong baby..” you look at him. Something’s off. Completely off.

He looks to you maybe for the first time, in what.? Half an hour an hour of being in the same car. Whatever it was it didn’t matter, it was too long.

“I don’t know why you have to come to my practices and just distract me the whole time.” He doesn’t think about what to say before he does.

“What..? I didn’t run up to you like usual and I stayed in the back like you like! What do you mean ‘distract’ you?” You look at him confused.

“Maybe you shouldn’t come then. It seems like everywhere you have to just be in my way. Let alone you just bring people with you.” He looks annoyed and maybe you should just drop it. But you can’t. You did nothing wrong.

“What? I stayed out of your fucking way! I didn’t ask to come. You asked me too! It’s not like I begged you to come and then was up in your face the whole time. Like your so-called fans! They were up in your face the whole fucking time trying to give you gifts and shit! But ya I’m the distracting one!” You looked annoyed. Upset. Pissed off. Whatever you wanna call it.

“Really? Really? We wanna go there now? It’s not like every fucking time we walk the halls together someone doesn’t come up to say hello to you! Or asks if your fucking free, I mean it’s not like your with me or anything.” You can tell he is mad. But it isn’t your fault.

“Yes really! You have fucking people wait by the gates of the school for you. I mean that’s what I get for dating you right? I get a bunch of girls following my boyfriend, I get called a distraction when I come up to you and get called a distraction when I’m away from you. I don’t know what to fucking do at this point!” You can feel yourself tear up. This is fucked up.

“Wow. Of course. All my fucking fault. Mhm just blame it all on me. You know what fuck you, and fuck your high horse.” He slams the shared room’s door closed. You don’t say anything, deciding to just leave. You grab your stuff and close the door. It’s a bit chilly and you’re glad you grabbed a jacket. It wasn’t weird for you two to fight let alone get on each other’s nerves. But when it’s going good, it’s going great.

You leave heading to a friend’s house and stay the night. Unsure how you fucking feel at this point. What the fuck was up with him? You just tried to stay in your fucking lane. It hurts. It fucking hurts to be called a distraction. Maybe he didn’t get that. But you knew he did. He wasn’t that dumb. He wasn’t that fucking dense like everyone else thought. You knew he wasn’t. That was one of his worst insecurities and you knew it.

The next day you were dropped off at school and we’re surprised to see Ushijima waiting. You bit your lips walking right past him. You could see the hurt in his eyes. He had eye bags and his eyes were red and swollen. He seemed like he had been crying, you felt bad. But at the same time you didn’t. You needed him to understand how much you were hurt by his words.

When lunch came around he was waiting at the door of your classroom and you bit your lip. “Do you need something?” You ask. It took him a moment before he shook his head.

“Can we please talk.. I’m sorry..” he muttered softly. He was clearly still upset by yesterday’s fight and so were you.

“Okay. It’s fine I’m sorry too,” you look up now, his big arms were wrapped tightly around you. He sniffled softly as he was already tearing up again.

“I didn’t mean any of that.. you’re not a distraction and I love you so much baby..” he whispered softly. “I was just jealous and shit..” he muttered softly. “I don’t like it when you hang out with others and stuff and I know it’s not fair.. I just get worried you will like them more and just leave..” he whispered softly finally opening up.

“Hey look at me..” you whisper gently, taking your hands and wrapping them around his cheeks. “I won’t do that to you.. I love you so much, okay?” He shakes his head.

“I love you too y/n..” he muttered softly. He was tired and you could tell. Once you reached the cafeteria you sat next to him and he laid his head on your shoulder.

A soft laugh made its way out as you held him. God you love him. Nothing could ever change that. No matter any fight. You loved him and he loved you. That’s all that would ever matter.

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