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ang311ic · 10 days

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Post argument sex with Gaz

(Unedited, just wanted to write something after so long of having no ideas)

This man is stubborn, my baby doesn’t have many flaws (ignoring that he’s a war criminal) but he refuses admit he’s wrong. He also refuses to apologise because why would he apologise if he’s right? That’s a little harsh, he does end up apologising just with his dick instead.

The pair of you get in a stupid fight, something that was easily preventable but still ended up happening.

You’re pissed off with him, giving him the silent treatment and not even bothering to sleep in the same bed as him that night. You take your pillow and spend that night on the couch ignoring his protests.

You wake up to the feeling of someone’s lips against your neck and unless you have an insane stalker you weren’t aware of, it’s Kyle.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled groggily, not bothering to push him away in your sleep addled state. You don’t get a response instead you feel his calloused hand move down your stomach and slip under the band of your sweatpants. “Kyle-“

“Shhh. Let me make things better.” He murmurs and you’re unsure whether this is turning you on or making you want to slap him in the face. Your thought process was cut short when his fingers reached the soft cotton if your underwear, running them across your slit and making you gasp. You hated how good he made you feel but if there was one thing he was good at it was making you feel good.

“You like that?” He almost growled his face moving to rest against the crook of your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of you. His thumb moves to brush against your clit making your hips involuntary buck into his touch. “Getting so mad over nothing,” His tone so incredibly condensing, you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Just need a good fuck to sort you out.”

“You’re an asshole.” You spit out though you don’t stop him when he pulls both of your pijamas off and slips your underwear to the side. His half-hard cock rubs against your pussy, collecting the slick over his head. “You don’t listen, you just brush me off, you’re never even here.” You rant though your words aren’t very effective, interrupted by harsh breaths of pleasure and stifled moans.

“I know, I know lovey.” He coos, almost sounding understanding and he was but you could discuss that later. He finally pushed his length inside you, groaning at the sensation of your tight velvety walls around him. His fingers find his way into your mouth, his index and middle slipping between your plump lips only allowing the sounds of your whines and moans to leave.

He fucks into you slowly, taking in every sensation. The feeling of your tongue against his fingers, the way you clench around him when he hits a spot that makes pleasure build in the pit of your stomach.

You had to remind yourself that you were mad but that was getting increasingly difficult with how he was making you feel. Your head fell back against his shoulder, a string of drool slipping down your chin and your chest rising and falling rapidly as your hips grinder against him to meet his thrusts. A mess. He’d turned you into a mess.

“You want to cum for me?” He asks like it was even a question to begin with. He removed his fingers from your mouth and rubbed his saliva drenched fingers against your clit once again, making you whine sharply in pleasure. “You want to feel good for me?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed out, trying to get your words out as quick as possible. “Please, please. I want it want it so bad.” You babbled, begging as of your life depended on it. The coil inside you felt like it was about to burst. You had forgot about the argument, had forgotten about your annoyance, you just wanted him, you wanted him to make you cum. With one more snap of his hips and circle of his index fingers, you break. You gush over his dick, unable to stop yourself from moaning his name loudly even if it was probably making him significantly more smug.

His hands tighten his hold one you. One arm wrapped around his waste and his other holding your jaw to keep you pressed up close against him. He helps you ride out your orgasm while also chasing his, pumping rapidly in and out of your fluttering cunt. “So good.” He praises, the words catching in his throat as his own pleasure builds. Even when the pair of you are arguing he always manages to let you cum first. “So, so fucking good for me.” He grunts as his load spills out into you, filling you up with his hot cum.

That night you feel asleep on the sofa with him still inside of you, snuggled close to each other. That morning Gaz wasn’t there, he was making coffee and when he arrived back to the living room he sat in the exact same place and discussed said argument. Communication!

#cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare ii #cod mwii #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz nation #gaz x reader #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick smut

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killishin · 1 month

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JEALOUS

pairing : damian x reader

warning : some jealousy

category : fluff

author's note : okay my exams are over ( for now ) and im writing after like a year so if there's any mistakes , forgive me. Also first time writing damian , or any dc chara so sorry if there's anything wrong. enjoy :)

parties , gathering were never your place and neither his. the league had decided to have a gathering of all heroes and as much as you would rather be in your room sleeping , there's free food here.

that's the reason you tell everyone.

If you were being honest , you still weren't gonna come but a certain recent argument with Damian , your oh so understanding boyfriend , had you in a mood of mischief. You wanted to do something to annoy him , as childish as it sounds for someone who has the status of hero , you just had to.

Initially both of you had decided not to go but then just today morning you told him you were going. you laugh when you remember the disbelief that was on his face.

" Fine. Go. " was all he said back then and you thought that would be it. He would be sulking away in his own solitude.

But he came , with that same brooding face which for a moment melted away when he met your eyes , when he saw you looking absolutely gorgeous , but it was quickly replaced by a scowl when he saw you smirking.

You knew how much he hated crowds so having him go through one was utmost peak revenge.

( he has a huge soft spot for you but he wasn't gonna concede so easily. )

He saw you the whole night talking away , laughing with your friends and the strangers that approached you. He saw how everyone hung onto every word you said and get lost in the spark in your eyes , just like he did.

" Trouble in paradise?" Jon said and smirked when Damian ignored him. Jon saw how he was glaring daggers on the people talking to you.

It was simply comical to him how big of a hold you have on Damian. So he decided to just tease. just a little.

" Oh boy did you see the way the guy laughed?? He's totally trying on her. Is it just me or is he inching towards her?? Man you gotta do something or he'll take awa-"

And that was enough to set off Damian as put down his glass on the bar and went striding off to where you were , leaving Jon smirking wide.

You were enjoying your conversation with the new people you met , but you can't lie it was getting tiring now. Your social battery was running out and maybe right now all you need is a quiet corner and him. Just the bliss of his presence.

And thankfully, you were rescued.

Damian came right in the middle of the conversation, put his hand on your lower back gently before looking at everyone else with his usual glare, although you swear you could see the anger in his eyes.

" I apologise but we need to be somewhere. " He said and started directing you away from the crowd but he stopped in between and glanced back at the guy who was hitting on you.

" Back off , 's all I'll say." His voice held a warning that only an idiot would miss and your eyes slightly widened at his outburst.

But when your eyes met with Jon who was reeling from the scenario , you joined the dots.

( OH JACKPOT )

Damian directed you in a quiet corner outside , away from prying eyes and voices. He let go of you and looked off in a distance , his brows furrowed and his upset eyes looking anywhere else but you.

maybe this was too much.

You realised in your childishness you may have actually upset your man.

You gently pulled him by his arm and made him look at you. It was like a little angry puppy looking at you and you could just die from the cuteness aggression.

" Are you mad at me?" you asked with a small smile. He scoffed and looked away again.

" No why would i be?"

" Cause you were jealous."

" I was not. "

" I never took you for the jealous type you know."

" I said i was not jealous."

You laughed and gently held his face in your hands. aww now he really looks like a puppy.

" I'm sorry if i upset you. It wasn't my intention to make you jealous."

" But it was your intention to come to the party."

" That. "

You laughed guiltily and wrapped your arms around his neck.

" Okay yeah obviously that was my intention. But you weren't talking to me at all during missions , and it just made me a bit.... annoyed. So i had to do something to make you talk." you justified, knowing you could have just maturely had a conversation with him about the argument in private.

" ....And annoy you."

you looked down in guilt but then you heard him laughing heartily. You looked up in surprise. The sight not only rare , but it melts you away. It was the most cutest thing ever , the way his face lit up , the way his lips stay in a beautiful smile.

He took a hold of your chin and pulled you close.

" If you wanted attention, "

He kissed your lips slow , his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands went from your chin to your hips , pulling you even more close. You could sense the hint of sass coming as he teased you by gently nibbling on your lower lip. He pulled away , looking at your lips , then your eyes and that shit eating grin on his face.

" You could have just asked. "

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kneelingshadowsalome · 25 days

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How does Minotaur!Konig handle an argument with his wife/his wife being upset with him? He clearly avoids making her upset as much as possible because he loves her and only wants to see her happy, and she loves and accepts him as he is, quirks and all so I don't really see them getting into fights but maybe he gets way too reactive and violent with someone in town over a perceived slight and she gives him the silent treatment on the way home or something. I feel like he'd be so sad even if she only didn't talk to him for like an hour 😞 I can also see his insecurities/abandonment issues coming into play, he starts overthinking and makes it a whole big thing in his head and meanwhile she's already forgetting that she was even upset with him. These are just my thoughts but maybe you have something else in mind/see it playing out differently!

Yes absolutely!!

Minotaur!König cannot cope with this shit at all. The last time he did something “bad” ended in him being thrown into a cold, dark Labyrinth. Even as a grown man he goes straight into survival mode if he sees that he has somehow disappointed his beloved 💔

His wife knows how König is so it would take a lot for her to visibly show she’s upset with him. Our bull tries to avoid chaos as best he can which means arguments between these two are extremely rare — but they do happen! Because one thing you must know about all versions of König is that they think they’re always right. Minotaur!König is just as thick headed as the rest of them so if he thinks that “his cause is just” then he will stand his ground no matter what. He will claim that water is wine if he thinks it’s so!

Some petty perceived insult directed at his wife could get him riled very easily, could get them both into trouble because König won't cool down before he’s drawn blood. He wants to give this poor soul's head to his wife, on a plate if possible, and if he can’t do that the tension just won’t go away. How can life go on if he hasn’t done what’s right??

She has to guide König in social situations and explain later what it was all about, what different phrases mean and how he can’t just kill people if they don’t behave the way he wants them to. In some ways, she knows she is dealing with a child and has to be patient, how could this poor man know how to behave when he lived underground all those years? All he was taught was that he’s evil, unwanted and ugly, so the last thing she wants to do is hurl blame at him and scream. Silent treatment would totally be one of her ways to show him he didn’t get points home this time, but for König even the tiniest distancing looks like she’s abandoning him. Throwing him mentally into a tiny tiny Labyrinth, telling him he’s not wanted, that he’ll never be loved :(

And poor König doesn’t know what to do and how to be, for a while the anxiety threatens to take over. He reaches for her hand, then pulls away fearing she doesn’t want to be touched. He tries to talk, but nothing comes out because he doesn’t entirely understand what he should apologise for. He stands in the middle of the room and watches her blow air on the coals and just go on about her day, thinking that the time has finally come when she tells him to get out of the house.

It takes years before König takes the initiative in reconciling because he simply doesn’t know how to do it. Blunt, pained statements such as “Are you upset with me,” and “You’re disappointed in me” are common before he learns that the world is not going to end even if they’re not happy with each other all the time. His wife is usually the one who comes to him and says that everything is okay and that she was only upset with what he did, not with who he is.

Just imagine this adorable goof being both stubborn in his "I don’t have to say I’m sorry" policy and crippled by his "Are you going to abandon me" fear 💔 How can you even be angry at this man? There’s no chance, especially when he’s a jerk only once or twice a year 🩷🦬

#minotaur!könig #he's so 💔💔💔❤️‍🩹❤️

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angelicsjn · 1 year

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How yanderes would react if during an argument they made the reader cry

YOUR SIX YANDERES.

— ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.

Roman is a patient man and it takes a lot to hit that level of anger for him to lose this skill in communication while arguing.

But when he does, he sees red and simply doesn't care about anything he does or says.

But the moment he sees you crying, he stops.

He takes a breath and sometimes even walks out to compose himself before he returns to clear it up with a clearer mind.

He'll speak it out gently this time. Making sure to make you feel better anyway that helps you, whether that be with space, or affection.

Comforting you but still sorting out the reasoning for your argument. He's not the type to sweep something under the rug. He sorts it out then and there.

But it's rare he reaches that level of anger, so arguments don't happen much since he's the type to calmly sort it out rather than lash out and shout.

— LATEN REED.

This big boy hates . HATES . Arguments. Especially with those he loves. So most of the time he does anything he can to avoid arguing with you.

But on the occasions that you do argue, he's the type of person to get frustrated and aggraved at the fact you're both arguing rather than the reason of the argument itself.

So it'd be rare you'd ever seriously argue, or he'd argue back because he always finds a way to doubt the fire before it blows up.

Those very rare moments where he does get pushed to blow up, he tends to just splurt out words without much thought but instantly stops and says sorry. Like a thousand times.

He apologises as soon as it all slips out and pretty much drops the argument so he doesn't hurt you anymore. He hates hurting you.

If you cry, he will literally feel like the shittest human to exist. Comforting you, telling you it wasn't true. If the argument was valid, he'd speak to you about it a day later when he knows you're okay.

He'd honestly hate himself for weeks after. He'll push and pull, wanting to love you as usual, but feels like you're still upset and believe what he had said, and he's a mixture of emotions.

He'll end up coming to you with a pout, claiming he's sad but refuses to tell you why (he doesn't want to remind you of what he said) and wants to cuddle with you until he knows you're both okay.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

He'd be the worst. He's argumentative, easily angered and just lowkey toxic when angry.

He'd say nasty shit right to your face and not give a single fuck. Especially when he's in an argument and mad.

Jae starts arguments over anything and everything and when he's found a reason to be mad he will be for hours on end until he naturally gets over it.

It's best to stay out of his way tbh.

If you start crying at something, he says he'd probably laugh and mock you tbh. Mimicking you and calling you stupid for crying.

He's also the type to project if he's the one at fault. 'No. I didn't do that. You did, are you dumb?' Type of behaviour.

But he is human and does have emotions. Once he sees how truly upset you are, he literally stands there watching you like 🧍‍♂️.

He doesn't know what to do because he's mad, but he hates seeing you sad. Especially when he's the reason.

He'll awkwardly hug you, reluctantly saying sorry and when he feels you against him, he caves in, he feels terrible and doesn't leave you alone for days after to make up for making you feeling shit.

— KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.

Kai is lowkey annoying during an argument.. if you cry, it's out of pure frustration.

Half the time, he ignores half of what you're saying and focuses on what he wants, doesn't see your point of view, doesn't see why you're mad and is just generally lowkey mind numbing.

He gets more angry with how you 'don't see his side' when all he's done is ignore your side.

You end up leaving them half finished because you literally can't get through to him. He's like speaking to a stupid brick wall.

So when you cry ..

He's. So. Annoyed.

'Why are you crying? The fuck.'

Like. Idk. Maybe you?

He's honestly baffled as to why you're crying. Then he's like, 'can we hug instead' bc he's just confused but sort of done with the argument because he doesn't want to see you cry.

Arguments don't happen that often, really. He's too delusional that you're both perfect and happy together.

— HAYDEN WEST.

Much like Laten, he hates arguments with a passion.

He will avoid them to the point of taking the blame and becoming a punching bag to not argue.

But those rare moments where his anger levels do somehow rise, he doesn't even expect it himself. It simply comes over him.

Which makes his words hurt even more. It's so unlike him.

The moment he even sees a flicker of sadness across your face, he's right over to you. Saying sorry, pulling you into a huge hug and telling you he never meant it and how much he loves you.

Hayden doesn't (seemingly) have a mean bone in his body, so when he does somehow make you cry he's distraught. He feels like the worst person ever.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

He simply refuses to argue.

You would speak it through, and if you raised your voice, he'd simply look at you, waiting until you stop to continue talking.

You'd most likely cry from frustration because you want to argue with him. Why is he always so calm and understanding?

Its drives you insane sometimes.

So if you do cry, he will explain it to you, that he doesn't want a fight. He just wants to speak, calmly, and sort it out.

He will hold your hands and stroke your face and kiss the tears the tears away because he just wants you to understand he will never raise his voice, never.

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emeritus-fuckers · 8 months

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Hey! Can you please write headcanons about all the papas with a S/O who gets angry pretty easily. Like something small happens and the S/O is ready to throw hands.

Thank you <3

Anytime :D <3 - Nyx

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily

Primo

It was the final straw when you knocked over the potted plant. It fell to the floor and smashed, soil going everywhere, the plant laying there helpless.

You shouted angrily, and kicked a bit of the cracked teracota.

"Amore" Primo says calmingly. "It's alright, it does not matter."

He scoops up the plant and carefully places it in a fresh pot, dropping in the soil to cover its roots.

"See? No harm done." He sees that you're still frustrated, so he pulls you to him, stroking you hair and muttering soothing words.

A ghoul has already cleaned up the broken pot and soil by the time he releases you.

Primo sits you down and makes a pot of tea, he'll ask if there is anything else bothering you. He listens to you as you finally admit what is really going on. So many things have built up.

"It will pass, when you reach my age you realise that. All things good and bad will come to an end. So this, amore, will also pass."

His presence is already calming anyway, so it doesn't take long for you to calm down.

If you ever get annoyed at him, he'll be so calm and gentle with you it's almost impossible.

He'll ask how he can sort things out to see you happy again and then he'll make it happen. Or if it's something you've misunderstood or anything like that, he'll just talk it through with you.

Mind you he's not a push-over, if you go too far you'll see a little glimpse of his dark side, just enough to end the argument there and then. It's the look in his eye as he asks you to leave him alone until you calm down that just stops you.

Secondo

You were on a night out when it happened. They were rude, they pushed past you to get to the bar, knocking the drink from your hand.

Thankfully nothing spilt on you, but you blood boiled and you snarled at them "watch where you are going."

They arrogantly told you to "watch where you are going." You could feel your hands balling into fists.

"Buy them a new drink." Secondo appeared next to you looking terrifying. The person stood there stunned. "Apologise properly, and get them another drink."

Once the situation was over Secondo took you aside, and let you vent about how inconsiderate the person had been.

He will always be there to back you up no matter what. If you are angry, he's got your back. He won't let things escalate unless the situation demands it. In which case he's thrown the first punch before you get a chance.

If you ever shout at him he'll just raise an eyebrow and wait for you to calm down. He chooses not to lose his temper with you because when he snaps, he snaps. But afterwards he'll have a discussion about whatever was said, and you work things out that way.

If he thinks you've said anything unfairly to him while in a rage he will address that. "Now then cara, it's not true is it that I ignored you all day. You know that's not what it was. I was working. But if you miss me that much, we can go out together now" He'll hold his arms out to you as you mutter an apology.

Terzo

"Tesoro, what is wrong? Come here, come to Papa and tell me" He holds his arms out for you and pulls you onto his lap. Stroking your hair, and calming you even as you protest.

He eventually gets you to tell him what's wrong. An ex friend of yours has been nasty, and you went to punch them. But then you knew you couldn't so you just stormed off and now you feel like you should have.

"Amore, do you want Papa to go and sort it out?"

You mumble that it's okay, you can defend yourself. But he insists on coming with you.

Terzo rips the person to pieces just with his words. He gives them such a dressing down for treating you badly that they never try anything again.

If you are angry at him he might make a joke to try and defuse the situation with humour. Which just annoys you more. So he just claims he made you angrier on purpose. Because he wanted you to get it out of your system.

Sometimes his jokes work and you end up laughing. There is no way you can stay angry at him and he just grins.

His other approach when someone really annoys you is to take you to the gym.

He'll pass you some boxing gloves and put the pads on. He then holds them up and says "Imagine these are the persons face, hit these, amore. As hard as you can"

Copia

If you aren't too angry, just on the verge of it, he'll distract you with his rats.

If you shout at him, he'll look shocked and miserable. You can't, you just cannot be angry with this man so you stop instantly and hug him.

"Calmed you down, sì?" he'll say with a small smile like it was intentional.

He hates seeing you angry so he'll get you to talk about it.

"What has happened at work today, cara?" He asks all concerned as you storm into the room.

You angrily tell him something went wrong and you wasted an hour on useless crap.

He'll let you rant about it for as long as you need while cuddling you until you calm down a bit. He will also try and help you find a solution. "How about I help with some of your work tomorrow, sì? make up for lost time, eh?"

He kisses you softly "That's better amore, just breathe, just be in the moment here with me."

"Papa will stay here with you as long as you need." He holds you close to him. He is incredibly soothing and comforting.

The anger just melts out of you when you are in his embrace.

Old Nihil

He's too old to really get angry. Like, he can say harsh words and wave his arms around. But he just doesn't have the energy to lose his temper properly like he did when he was younger.

No matter how furious you get, he'll just sit there, staring at you lovingly.

"Oooh siiibblliiing your rage... it only makes you more beautiful... It lights up your eyes... I can almost see the flames of hell dancing within them..." He sighs happily.

That actually stops you in your tracks, your earlier infuration at him for not meeting you for lunch fading.

But you are still upset so you repeat again, slower, slightly more calmly that he stood you up.

It's like he suddenly sees how upset you actually are, it's more sadness that will get through to him than rage. "Oh... I am sorry, did we have a lunch planned?"

He holds his arms out wide "Let me hug you instead. I can show you how sorry I am, yes?"

And that is how you ended up snuggled against him for the rest of the day, watching movies.

Young Nihil

I mean... he's a hot head.

Something annoys you, he'll get just as annoyed.

If it was an object that had caused the anger, then Nihil will definitely join in smashing it up.

Like the time when the thing you were trying to fix just would not fucking work. No matter what you did.

So seeing you get frustrated and hit the thing, he picks up a hammer, walks over and whacks it. He then just grins at you.

"Go on, babe, you try." he hands the hammer to you, you then hit it. It's very cathartic. You giggle at the way he just came over and smashed the thing without even saying a word. You both enjoy absolutely destroying the thing, it's definitely broken now.

You shout, he'll shout at whoever or whatever it is that has pissed you off.

He'll be straight there by your side, ready to throw hands.

So Dark Lord help anyone that pisses you two off.

If you shout or get angry at him... it's going to be one hell of an argument.

You are both exhausted by the end of it, stood facing each other, breathing fast with your faces flushed. He stops short of saying anything else and just looks at you, how hot you look when you are furious.

"It's not worth it, babe" He'll growl. "Not when you're so enchanting, a temptress sent to me by the Dark Lord himself."

If you are up for it, then it normally ends in very passionate, enjoyable makeup sex.

Written by Nyx

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queerfortress2 · 27 days

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Hope your day is lovely so far 💕 I was wondering if I could request headcanons, perhaps, the Support Class (or just Sniper and Spy) getting into a heated argument with reader? Like, how they handle it, who apologizes first, how it would play out, yk?

I'm such a sucker for tear-jerking angst to cheesey comfort, it isn't even funny. Your writing is so good, love all of it so far! ❤

aww hell im a sucker for that type of stuff too, its just too fun to write — mod engie

GN!READER X SUPPORT CLASSES ; ARGUMENT

MEDIC

i think it’s not as hard to get into an argument with this man, he always wants to be right, it’s kinda hard to disagree without arguing for at least 10 minutes with this man

he’s just that stubborn!

however fights usually end quickly, he’s a lot more logic-based in argument and not so much focused on the emotional aspect of it, so once he can’t find anything else to say, he will simply end the argument, concluding it all fancy-like

One day both you two had gotten into an argument, Medic had been staying in work later and later as the days progressed and as a loving partner you of course got concerned with it! as much as you two argue over stupid little things and get over it, you couldn’t just get brushed off over something like this, so you continued pressing "And who cares? Work is important, more important than you seem to understand, I can’t just quit halfway—" His hands gestured as he spoke, he accent getting thicker as he seemed to stress more on the argument, he wanted to end it quickly, as he usually does. "Aren’t I important too? You can’t keep ignoring it— You’re barely home! I deserve to know a little bit too!" Now that was a decent point, pulling at heart strings but, Medic wasn’t an emotional person. "And so? My work is none of your business! If anything at all— Who are you to question it! You don’t understand any—"

medic wasn’t an emotional person but it was clear he could understand your worry and how emotion seemed to cloud your vision, while he thinks he’s perfectly in the right (which he usually isn’t), he understands you can get hurt. Which is why he silenced himself upon seeing your upset expression, however it’d been too late, you’ve already decided to leave the room.

he just gave you time. if he did come after you immediately it would only rekindle the argument and made it worse— he realises this, and so he only leaves you alone.

depending on where this is, will be how long he waits. if you’re a fellow mercenary he just decides to catch you the next morning, if you’re not, then he will usually give you 10 minutes before searching for you and trying to "apologise".

going to be completely honest, he also just isn't the man to apologise... he would either (depending on the context) tell you you're wrong but he forgives you for it, or shy away from admitting defeat and just comforting you instead, saying he didn't mean whatever harsh words slipped his mouth at the time

medic lovers.. this yo man?

SNIPER

he is a lot calmer about it, and probably gives the best apologies out of the three

he can easily realise if hes wrong and unlike medic, his ego isn't that far inflated to where he can't man up and apologise to you.

fights probably don't last long with him, i would imagine him to be the one who avoids it, and if it does come up, it has to be something hes extremely passionate about for him to seriously argue with you, otherwise its just fun and games, bickering over something stupid.

assuming you were a mercenary, maybe after a battle if you were extremely reckless and he saw through his lovely ol' scope, he would confront you after. not in public of course, but somewhere like your own quarters or his van.

"Now—" He held the bridge of his nose, have you seated in front of him. His free hand on his hip, gripping his side as he tried not to seem to angry with you. "Do you know what coulda happened to ya' out there? Bloody hell— You coulda been blown to pieces!" It was clear you didn't mean to, but he still wanted you to be safe, even with the respawn, it hurt to see you die in so many ways. He didn't want to witness it over at over again. At least you didn't have to see how many spies got him, or how the enemy sniper caught him out of his element. "Cmon! Look at y'self, so what if you were barely scathed, I still had m'self on end! Quit thinkin' about only yourself for once in a damn while!" Now he wasn't quite sure how harsh it looked to you, borderline yelling at you for what you thought was good fun, but once you stubbornly stood up and beelined for the door, he realised he was still a bit in the wrong there. Gently grabbing your arm, his frown softened from one that was of anger to one of pity.

he apologised upfront, he was quick to fix himself, and he only expects the same from you whenever you upset him. its just how healthy relationships go, no matter how cooped up he is, he was still raised right enough to understand what is morally right. hes professional, and professionalism contains being polite don't it?

im a little bias i love myself some sniper

SPY

don't even

like genuinely dont start arguing with this guy i dont think he would even apologise

like you would have to ask for one to get one outta him

mostly because he always thinks hes correct, even its so clear that hes not, he has a reputation to keep! so he more often than not refuses to accept the fact hes incorrect, and stubbornly keeps his opinion

so in the situation where he would argue with you, he would never accept he was in the wrong even if you were bawling at him. ...but he would comfort you, hes not that bad of a partner.

he would ease the conversation away from the argument and focus more on your tears, saying something along the lines of 'oh dont waste your beautiful tears on something like this, mon trésor.' or 'ah.. n'inquiète pas ta jolie petite tête pour ça, mon amour'

honestly hes trying to sway you away from being mad at him, even if he wants to be right, he still is very much your lover and wants to keep it that way. you being mad at him almost makes him feel bad enough to apologise

almost

after each argument i believe he would coax you into getting in bed with him and just relaxing together, sleeping away whatever ails you.

going to be honest i don't know what else to write for spy, he just isn't the type to apologise to you after an argument, hes SOOO stuck up. also my formatting broke three times while writing this so if you see a mistake, no you dont.

#mod engie #tf2 spy x reader #spy x reader #tf2 x reader

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lolasimms · 1 year

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a lots gonna change pt.2

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues and things change.

next part

“She's finally asleep" Ellie drops to the bed and pulls you into her. Her cold hands reach inside of your sleep shirt, massaging your breasts. You gasp in surprise at the feeling.

“Your hands are fucking freezing” you laugh as she nuzzles her face into your neck, you can feel the smile on her face growing.

“Mmm I missed this mama” She squeezes them one last time before taking your face in her hands and leaving a kiss on your lips.

“I missed this too, I also have to ask you something" you say, pacing yourself as you were aware that she hated mingling with people even if it was Dina.

"What is it" she asks quickly, her face unreadable, almost guilty looking. This is it she thinks, you had found out she’d been having an affair. She felt her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

"Well, Dina’s invited us both to dinner tomorrow, with Jesse, can you please come?." Her face relaxes and she releases a short breath of relief. Of course she’d fucking come, she thought this conversation would go completely differently.

"Why not?” She smiles at you and you’re slightly taken aback at her willingness, it usually took you hours or days to convince her to go out with you. You couldn’t complain though and decided to text Dina that you’d both be coming over the next day.

"When she's going to sleep, leave the binky on her onesie clip, she does this thing nowadays where she wants to put it in herself" Ellie explains to Joel what her already knows, and you can tell the old man wants to roll his eyes at her authoritativenesses.

"Honey, I've done this before, it's just going to be 3 hours, plus she sleeps over at mine all the time" he, says as he begins shooing the two of you out the door.

"Alright bye old man, bye Lila" Ellie says as she looks down to her daughter who rests in the man’s arms. Lila waves the two of you goodbye and rests her head on Joel’s shoulder.

"Bye baby, I'll be back soon okay?"

"Bye momma"

Dina let’s the both of you into the house and you’re welcomed by the smell of the grill and loud shouting coming from what you assumed was her sons room.

“The place looks clean for once, did you hire a maid of something” Ellie teases, knowing Dina hated cleaning up.

“Oh shut up, I cleaned it myself for your information, now go get the wine glasses and put them on the table” She commands, earning an eye roll from Ellie.

“Fine” Ellie agrees as Dina stares daggers at her, not before flipping her off and then running into the kitchen.

"Hey, you look nice" Dina smiles and pulls you in for a hug, her sweet perfume catching your breath. Before you could pull back she whispers to you. "How did you manage to get her here so easily"

"Thank you, and honestly I don’t even know, she’s been pretty agreeable as of recent" you laugh as she lets go of you.

"Jesse’s just getting the salmon off the grill, he’s trying to copy a recipe of this fancy cookbook, so if it sucks I apologise in advance" you just laugh and the two of you head into the dining area.

"So Y/n, when do you think you'll be going back to work?" Dina asks, before picking up her wine glass and downing a gulp of the red liquid.

"I'm not actually sure, I've been toying with the idea of working from home but I- I don't know" you say.

"Since when?" Ellie asks, her voice sounding more agitated than you'd like it to be.

"Since I like spending time with Lila, she's not that bad of a kid" you try make light of the situation, after all the two of you were in the company of your friends and you didn't want to start an argument in-front of them.

"You said I pressured you into staying home and now you’re deciding that you finally want it?" Ellie’s voice has risen, and you can feel the embarrassment seeping throughout your body.

"Ellie, we're in the company of others, tone it down please" you hiss at her.

"No. Why is it that when I suggested it, it was pressure and now that you want it, it’s just your choice" Dina and Jesse are sat across from the two of you, awkwardly. Trying not to add fuel to the fire. Jesse fidgets with his fork and Dina swishes the wine in her glass, in circles.

"Ellie stop" you whisper shout, as if they aren't across from you two. Ellie gets up and excuses herself, walking out the front door. You remain in your seat and drop your head into your hands. Dina immediately rounds the table to come to your side and Jesse gets up and rubs your shoulder, as he makes his way outside.

"You okay y/n?" She questions as she kneels next to you rubbing circles around your back, trying to soothe you.

"She’s just so complicated, I'm trying everything and we just can't seem to make it work. I didn't want to tell anyone, because I don't want anyone knowing how much of a fuck up I am but, we're in couples therapy"

"There's nothing embarrassing about that y/n , Jesse and I did that too" she confesses. Your ears perk up and you lift your head from your hands.

"Really?"

"Yes, after I had JJ I struggled with horrible postpartum depression, and Jesse felt like it was his fault, and then we started drifting apart, so we saw a counsellor."

"Was it, i don't know... did it help?" You sniffle, while looking up at her expectantly.

"Obviously our relationship will never go back to how it was at the start, we'll never get back the honeymoon period , but we managed to mend the broken bits of our relationship. Trust me y/n wounds mend over time." You smile up at her, sniffling while you wipe away your tears and hug her.

The front door opens, and Ellie and Jesse make their way back into the dining room. Jesse smiles up at you, empathetically and sits down next to Dina, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Y/n , let's go" Ellie murmurs softly as she stands by the dining rooms arched entryway. You look at Dina and she nods, getting up and walking you to the door.

"Thank you so much D, it was amazing before... you know. But either way, the food was amazing. Jesse I said the dinner was great"

"No problem, and I'll pass your regards to the chef" she smiles and hugs you as you climb into the passenger seat.

"Ready to go?" Ellie asks as she turns to look at you, you mutter a quick yes and she starts the engine of the car. You ignore her for the rest of the car ride, a tactic you know will always get to her, as she is insatiable for attention at all times. Instead of going the route to your home, she pulls into a secluded are, of what you assumed was a recreational park.

"I'm sorry." She says firmly, grabbing your face by the chin to look at you, eye to eye.

"I don't forgive you." You spit back, as you turn back to the windshield and cross your arms like a child.

"The attitude, really?" She questions, you can hear the smirk rising in her voice.

"Mhm, it's what you deserve." She starts unbuckling her belt and you can't help but clench around nothing, you loved when she was dominant like that.

"Can I fuck you, right here, right now?" She questions, you're still pissed at her, livid if anything but you can't deny her, you needed the hate sex. No you CRAVED it.

"Fine" you act nonchalant, when in reality, you're drooling, sopping wet. You're sure there's a snail trail left behind on your underwear.

Whimpering with need, you slip your free hand up your dress, push aside your panties, and toy with your clit. She rubs, back and forth, twice and then reaches for your breasts . You mewl the moment she begins to knead them. Your wife begins pinching your nipple and tugging at it. While your fingers grow slick with your own juices.

She begins to bunch up your dress, pulling it up and over your shoulders. You greedily move your body in a way that allows her to do so. Neither of you waste any time. Her hands are on your hips, and you are swinging your leg over so that you can straddle her.

Ellie mouths your cleavage, her tongue leaving trails of saliva that follow as she kisses her way down. You place your hands on her shoulders to keep your from falling as she leans you backwards. You can feel the strap prodding you. You ground down against it, earning an array of curses.

She positions you on your hands and knees so that you are stretched across the leather seats. Her fingers dip into your panties and for a moment, before she retracts, making you all the more greedy.

She tugs your panties down. The strap teasing your entrance, swiping along your folds. She fucks your outer lips, her hands guiding your hips back and forth. Drool begins to trail out of the corner of your lips, and you slurped what you could back into your mouth so that you don't give her the satisfaction of knowing you are aroused.

"You don't deserve this, pussy" you moan, not caring how out of breath you are, or how petty you sound. She snaps her hips forward angrily, stroking the spot inside of you that has your legs nearly in spasms. She knows your body so well.

"Really, cause by the way you're squeezing on me, it seems like I do" she replies cockily, before letting out a loud groan. Her lips are now on your neck, her body envelops yours as she thrusts wildly in and out of you. You turn your head to the side, catching her lips. Your tongues danced together, hers working against yours more fiercely when she begins to toy with your clit with two fingers.

Your vision blurs, eyelids flutter as your orgasm washes over you. Her hands keep you from collapsing. Neither of you made the move to break apart for several seconds. You enjoy the feeling of her so full inside of you, of her holding you as you both come down from your high.

"I love you" she pants as she slips out, you let out a loud wince at the emptiness. You turn back around and quickly search for your dress and throw it back on.

"Then start acting like it." You say to her, as you pull down your dress and buckle yourself in.

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gummydummy19 · 1 year

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Kinktober day 8: Dry Humping

Still angry

Summary: Ransom has been grumpy all day over something stupid, luckily you have the perfect way to cheer him up.

Content Warning: smut (dry humping so no piv), grumpy but soft Ransom, fluff

A/N: this is based on a tik tok trend I saw going around about girls showing their boobies to their bf mid-fight, I wanted to write it and immediately thought our grumpy boy Ran would be the perfect candidate :)) also LOOK HOW PERFECT THAT GIF IS HES SUCH A CUTIEEEEE LIL GRUMPY RAN RAN heheheheh

Word Count: 700+

“Raaaannnn…” you whined at your boyfriend who was currently still giving you the silent treatment.

“Are you seriously still mad? How long are you gonna keep this up?” You asked, arms crossed as you stared at him sitting on the couch.

“You wanted me to be quiet so that’s what I’m doing” he finally spoke.

To be quite honest, you understood why he was sulking. Earlier today you had snapped at him and told him to shut up because he kept talking through your favourite show. It was unusually bitchy on your end but in your defense, you’ve been PMS-ing and it just slipped out.

“Ran I’m really sorry, I promise I didn’t mean it I was just being a bitch.” You tried to apologise but he wasn’t having it.

You were about to leave the room and let him simmer down for a while, when an idea popped into your head.

"Yeah, you fucking were. So why don't you just go ahead and le-"

Ransom's sentence was cut short when he lifted his head up, just in time to see you pull up your shirt, revealing your bare breasts.

His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open, but you could tell he was still trying very hard not to give in that easily.

"Holy fuck."

You grinned at him and raised your eyebrow expectantly.

"That's not fair." He stated, "If I were to whip out my dick in the middle of an argument you'd just get madder."

"And are you getting madder?" you smiled

"You know damn well I'm not."

"Good."

"I'm really trying to be mad at you here," Ransom grumbled

"So be mad then." you grinned, giving your nipples a tug, making them bounce slightly.

"Fucking shit woman..." he ran his hands down his face trying to compose himself.

"So are you still angry now?" you questioned.

"Christ, no. No, I'm not."

"Great." A triumphing grin grew wide on your face.

"How long are you gonna stand there with your tits out?"

"As long as it takes apparently."

"Get your ass over here."

You giggled and dropped your shirt down before skipping over to him and taking a seat on his lap, straddling his thighs while your arms wrapped around his neck.

He stared at you and you could see there was a tiny smile pulling at his lips. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his jaw.

"M'really sorry ran...forgive me, please?"

"Hmm," he let out a sigh, "gonna need to convince me, kid."

"Yeah?" you grinned "M'key..."

You slowly rolled your hips as you nibbled on his ear. Your skirt fell off your hips and you could feel his growing, clothes bulge press against your panties. You could feel his dick twitch through his pants when you let out a small whiny moan in his ear. His hands immediately flew to your hips to guide your movements.

"Fuck baby, gonna grind on my cock? I don't even gotta be inside you to make you cum, huh? Gonna cum in your panties for me, baby?"

"Shit Ran..." you sped up your pace. His cock was now painfully erect and snug in his jeans, creating the perfect bulge for you to ride on.

"Holy fucking shit I can feel you through my pants, you slutty little thing huh. All wet and warm for me? Just for me isn't it baby?"

"Unnghh yeah Ran...just for you...feels so fucking good." You whined, grinding and humping on him like a dog in heat while you licked and sucked on his neck and ran your fingers through his already messy hair.

Ransom held you tighter. All his filthy words about making you cum in your panties got him pretty close himself. He really tried his best not to blow his load in his jeans, but with the way you were removing on top of him, and god, the sounds you were making...

"Ran, I'm gonna cum!"

"Shit baby, yeah, go ahead, make a mess of those panties for me, fuckkk..."

You trembled above him as you kept on humping him for dear life.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK RAN I'M CUMMING! FUCKING CUMMING SHIT OH!"

You screamed and Ransom was lost, his hot cum shooting in his boxers, immediately soaking through the material and leaving a wet stain on his already messy jeans.

"SHIT ARggHH!" He squeezed you tightly with a grunt and you both came down from your high together.

"Well," You said after a few seconds of silence and heavy breaths. "Good talk."

Ransom grinned and ruffled his hand through your hair before pulling you down and placing an unusually sweet kiss on your forehead.

"Let's go take a shower, you brat."

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viric-dreams · 9 days

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2, 5 & 7 for Both roberts and nite >:3

2. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

You know exactly what you're doing, and yes, I'll bite.

Neither of them would sleep with a stuffed animal, though there's a very nonzero chance that they would spot one in a shop, find it cute, and add it to the small collection of ornaments on top of the fireplace (alongside particularly nice rocks, an interesting small clock, and whichever items are easily transportable).

In the universe in which Vincent Beverley an anonymous sequencer left the infamous Commodore body pillow on Roberts' front doorstep, said pillow would live on the spare chair at his dining table. It would be inconceivable and inappropriate to put this thing in his bed, but also feel grossly disrespectful to destroy something with the Commodore's face on it, so it lives on this chair in his room in Grand Geode. On the rare occasion that he has a visitor, he shoves it hastily into a closet for the duration of the visit, and then has to fight the urge to apologise to an inanimate object after the fact for its poor treatment.

5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Both of them could pull off a pretty passionate speech about the importance and value of their respective work. How effective either of these would be would depend on the receptivity of the audience. Neither is an exceptionally charismatic speaker (Nite is marginally more so), but what they might lack in sheer ability to thrall, they gain in sound convincing points and strong argument. And where Nite might rank higher in persuasiveness, Roberts has sheer dreadedness on his side as a convincing element.

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Roberts: zealous, neurotic, estranged.

Self: dedicated, effective, efficient.

Nite: zealous, attention-craving, clingy.

Self: dedicated, effective, creative.

#roberts/nite #i think both of them would struggle to destroy or even be mean to an inanimate object with a face #victims of anthropomorphism #i would also mostly agree with the self-described adjectives #so highlighting the ones they would not mention #or have the self-awareness to admit

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year

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Imagine going present shopping for the Avengers…

A/n: Happy Holidays you beautiful humans!! I wish you so much love and safe festivities x

Tinsel shone in its glory as workers climbed their tall ladders to fix decorations to a large tree on the street. Snow fall had started early this year and the city was alive once again. Despite the turbulence of heroes and villains, people flocked to their closest stores and exited with wrapped boxes and bags - it really was starting to feel like Christmas.

Clint had called you an hour ago requesting some assistance for an undisclosed emergency. Thankful that you were at the tower at the time, the journey to the shopping square was easy on foot but when there was no Hawkeye present, you guessed that he was stuck in traffic.

Buzz! You lifted your phone and saw a text message.

Running late. Start without me. Will keep you updated. - H

As you read the text, you made a note to ask him why he kept signing off as Hawkeye instead of his real name.

With him out of the picture for a while, a head start with gift buying for the team was a good idea. Everyone was off on their own adventures this year, some on missions, some off-world. You didn’t know their exact locations but you figured that you could get some help from a certain Sorcerer Supreme on Bleeker Street.

Forty minutes or so had passed with Clint sending regular updates of his location while also offering gift advice and you shopped around.

Found an amazing green scarf. Banner or Hulk? You typed out.

Definitely the big guy. Apparently he told Bruce that he liked how soft they were. Clint replied.

Funnily enough, you could imagine the Hulk making the argument about scarves. Easily, you proceeded to make the purchase. As you stepped outside, the wind was far colder than before so you decided to walk towards a coffee shop for a warm drink and to rest your arms.

Adjusting the bags around your wrists as they become uncomfortable, you tried to put the receipt into your pocket. You glanced up every so often to make sure that you didn’t bump into people when a voice approached from the side.

“I’m so sorry.” Clint apologised as he caught up. You paused your steps with a smile, happy that he had finally made it. “I was on my way when I saw a mugging take place. After I dealt with that I thought a cab would be quicker.”

Classic hero move. You lifted your arms to display the marvellous holiday themed bags. “My spirit cannot be crushed, Barton. I’m invincible.”

“I actually forgot how much you love this time of year.” Clint chuckled as took a few bags away to help lighten the load which you greatly appreciated.

“So what’s the emergency?” You wondered.

The man huffed as his shoulders slackened. “Christmas gifts for Laura and the kids - I’ve been so caught up in spending time with them that I didn’t get a chance to buy anything.” He looked at your blank expression and rolled his eyes. “Go ahead and judge.”

You sent him a small shrug. “I would but I was going to bribe Stephen with my homemade eggnog to use his magic portals as a personal present delivery system so…”

Clint raised his free hand, “No judgement here.” He gave a small laugh that finished on a sigh when he looked around at the people. “Navigating the busy crowds is going to be a challenge.”

“You’ve got me, what could go wrong?”

Clint smirked. “I can think of at least ten things.”

You took his arm and merrily pulled your friend onto the snowy streets. “Alright, Grinch. Let’s get some hot cocoa to warm that heart.”

While walking to the coffee house, Clint took a sneak peek through the bags and you were glad that his gift was safely hidden in your cupboard. You had created a new bow after he complained that his current one wasn’t the best for stealth.

“What’s this?” Clint pulled out a black box that looked very expensive. “An extra special something for a special someone?” He teased.

You lunged forward to take it from his palm, forgetting to hide it. You knew who he was referring to but you chose not to confirm the suspicions and tucked the item away into your pocket.

“That’s meant to be a secret. You only found out accidentally.” You reminded. “Besides I’m not sure if I’ll even it give to…”

“Y/n, if you don’t give it to the one person who actually makes you happy, I will. Got it? Christmas is the time for confessions of love or pining or whatever it is that you both have going.”

As much fun as Clint could be, you knew that his words were serious after all, even he was tired of seeing people dance around feelings. So you promised to deliver the special present as well.

The quest for gifts for his kids wasn’t a large task because Clint knew the perfect items. In under an hour, you both had everything wrapped or boxed or bagged and then loaded into your car for a quick trip to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Upon arriving at Bleeker Street, you parked in a concealed area that was reserved for the Avengers. You and Clint pulled out the presents for the team before stepping onto the porch and knocking thrice. On the third knock, you both were transported inside the Sanctum suddenly.

Clint exhaled. “I remember why I don’t like coming here.”

You heard him but was more preoccupied with finding the wizard donning the red cloak. “Happy Holidays, Stephen!” You called out holding up the neatly bowed bottle. “I brought you some of my special eggnog.”

Clint looked around at the empty space when silence began to fill the room. “This isn’t going to work. He’s too busy with the universe to-”

There was the sound of footsteps before Stephen appeared from a hidden doorway. He approached and saw the drink in your hands.

“I am not the postal system, Y/n.” He told you slightly annoyed.

You nodded and handed him the bottle nonethless. “Be that as it may, you do still owe me from the time you accidentally turned the whole team into hermit crabs and then you erased their memory because it was so traumatic.”

Clint’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, what?”

Stephen’s jaw clenched when he remembered how that ordeal only ended with your help and discretion (that is, up until this very moment). He sighed and raised his hands, summoning several portals. “Where are the presents?”

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moonjxsung · 4 months

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came off anon to insert the photo (jic you're worried, idm if you post this ask publicly)

omg I know I said I'd send in the soft thoughts when I was functioning better cognitively (or enough to make it a little coherent) but I stumbled across this again for like 50th time:

And I had to put this out there:

imagine getting into an argument with boyfriend!Minho - yes you've argued before but they've always been really small, silly arguments. the kind that are easily solved with a small peck on the lips or a tight embrace. so, definitely not like this one.

boyfriend!Minho whose sat alone at the kitchen island since you've asked for some space to calm down and collect yourself.

boyfriend!Minho who realises that he was also in the wrong and that he should apologise. but he's worried that he might mess up.

boyfriend!Minho who frowns for a good moment before reaching for his phone and pulling up Google.

boyfriend!Minho whose immediate instinct is to write 'how do I say sorry to my cat' and read intently through the results as he mentally prepares to apologise to you.

boyfriend!Minho who gets startled when you ask from behind him (he doesn't know when you came in) "did you seriously just Google how to apologise to a cat?"

boyfriend!Minho whose ears turn red at getting caught as he turns to face you, and fumbles slightly over his words, "so what if I did?"

you're stood with your arms crossed over your chest, internally fighting the urge to laugh at what you've discovered, and you nod once, "well, let's hear it then."

boyfriend!Minho who suddenly does not know what to do, currently fighting back the urge to match your energy. but then boyfriend!Minho stands up to meet your gaze and apologises, "I'm sorry, y/n,"

boyfriend!Minho who takes your hand in his, testing the waters as he continues, "I should have been more understanding," he takes your nod as assurance and proceeds to pull you into a hug.

boyfriend!Minho who holds you so close and so tight whilst combing through your hair with his other hand. "I'm sorry," he'd mumble once more before pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you there.

needless to say, you end up forgiving boyfriend!Minho but not without making sure to talk through the argument and each of your responses properly.

I like to believe that Minho is the sweetest dope ever and he would do this.

Okay, take care now x

-🦁

IM CRYINGGGGGG THIS IS SO MINHO 😭😭 I am a firm believer that he could take literally any scenario and make it so lighthearted it would be SO hard to stay angry at him because he always knows exactly what to say and how to backtrack from an argument ☹️ he’s also SUPER good at acknowledging when he’s in the wrong and he isn’t stubborn about apologizing for his wrongs- in FACT after the first time he breaks down his walls to apologize, it’s so natural for him to admit his shortcomings and vocalize how he’ll do better moving forward in your relationship ☹️ he’s so boyfriend coded and soooo understanding and loyal I need him so bad 😭😭 he really would be the sweetest dope ever thank you for this I love it so much oh my god ☹️🩷💖💝💓

#🦁 anon #ask

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wiltf · 1 year

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infamous server kiss prompt time

38. The ROs face is scrunched up by something you said so you kiss them on the cheek and that turns into a kiss on the lips.

there was something about the face seven makes, that is all kinds of nostalgic and something new. you’re different now, of course, several years removed from heartbreak and tears and fights, but also there has been a tour bus and two page spreads and—

“when did you write this?”

thumbing through your notebook. the one you hadn’t shown anyone since, well. yeah. maybe there is something to be said, about how instead of going to therapy for a few years, you wrote a lot of angry and sad and regretful songs, and have now let the said object of those songs read them. so you lean back on the tour bus couch, mindful that there may be a lurking producer, and just.

watch. seven is engrossed, to say the least. you’re still not certain either of you have quite addressed every single issue, but this is. work. right? work and battle of the bands related nonsense and also you’re trying. you’re goddamn trying and your heart is in your throat and you’re so open right now,

and he’s chewing on his lower lip, just like you remember. one hand holding a page, slowly moving back and forth, while his free hand is tapping out the rhythm. seven always used to be able to find that little bit you were missing, sliding into that space freely. your missing puzzle piece.

are you gonna cry? is it too late to snatch your notebook back?

do you like. kiss again?

“sooo—“ swallow. that was too loud in your ears. nails digging half moons on your knee. “i mean, you can see how old some of this shit is, i mean—“

“you wrote most of this after that—“

“—night? yeah. there’s other stuff in there but y’know. free therapy.”

it’s the look he gives you, which quite frankly. arguably. seven can’t talk. you know for a fact that out of the two of you, you actually do have a therapist. who is on call! you just haven’t handed over your notebook to be analysed.

while you’re busy drawing a sharp circle around the half moons, you struggle to look up. honestly, realistically, you don’t know how much of this is true, or how much you both are being produced. there is still something authentic, sure, right there in his hands. and those eyes of his are something you very easily get lost in, like all the time. except there had been negotiations, arguments. fans writing in. reconciliation very plainly expected, which led to another hole in the wall.

in more ways than one.

but it’s. it’s seven. it’s the scrunched up nose, and those big ol’ eyes. they’re only a fraction more watery than yours, because this is a show and you are being produced and you’re sure you still smell of stale cigarettes and craft beer. last night’s shirt, but transported through time. this was just another day, lucky number seven. all those years ago.

when you lean in, it is for you. it’s not for the rave reviews you’re sure this will get. not for a photo on the cover and your name being echoed. seven’s cheek is soft and warm and it’s just. him. cologne and that same detergent his mum has been using since the dawn of time. you are fifteen and twenty and twenty-fucking-seven. you should pull away, open your eyes. apologise.

noses bump. seven has turned, and you peek out from under your lashes when his lips — chapped, soft, familiar — press against yours. you have spent too long thinking about his lips on yours once more. in fact, you wrote some very specific songs, you’re saw he’s seen, about those lips of his.

you hope he does it for the same reason you do. the kiss is chaste, and you don’t pull away. not yet. this might all be a dream, the kind that would definitely have you hit that speed dial for 1800 therapy time.

it’s been hours. it’s been seconds. seven pulls away, that same scrunched up face of his, coloured a soft pink. and it’s your notebook back in your hands, a mumbled thanks that might’ve also, actually, been sorry. and he’s up, pushing open the door of this little room, and he’s gone.

leaving you to figure out what to do from here.

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Fight or Flight? (chapter 3)

Jake Seresin x Pilot Reader (+ Maverick's Daughter)

Note: The events of this piece very loosely follow the timeline of Top Gun Maverick, parts have been changed or altered to fit this story.

Another note: thank you all so much again for your love for this story, I'm so grateful! This chapter is a bit long so I sincerely apologise in advance.

Warnings: language and innuendos.

Despite your best efforts, sleep does not fall over you easily that night. You lay awake, counting down the hours until you have to be up, your mind tormenting you with all of the possibilities for the upcoming mission, as well as the plausible reactions to your impending familial reveal that awaits. A battle now also plays in your conscience as to the fact that you didn’t warn Rooster about your dad’s looming appearance.

You hadn’t bothered to question your dad about the entailment of the mission, knowing he’d never let you in on it anyway. The both of you were staying at the house he had bought when he was briefly an instructor here many years ago. When the both of caught up after getting home from the Hard Deck last night, it reminded you of old times growing up, just the two of you. Although this time around, you could feel the stress and nerves radiating from both of you, and that made you worry.

Finally dragging yourself out of bed at 4.30am, you’re not sure if you even managed to seek one hour of sleep. You quickly fall into your familiar routine of getting ready. You braid your hair in two and join the ends together, forming a bun at the base of your neck. Back in Top Gun, you had once been called out about your hairstyling choice on one occasion, but after you retorted to that Captain that all the code directed was that hair was neatly pulled back neatly into a low bun, no further argument could be made. You had frequented comments from authorities about your uniform in the past. You bent the rules just enough to be noticeable, but never enough to warrant an official warning, always having a counterargument up your sleeve.

You and your dad now sit in silence at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. The uneasy atmosphere in the air is tangible. Knowing your dad, he was not only worried about this mission, but worried about you, and also Rooster too. ‘You need to go and see Ice’ your dad says pulling you from your thoughts, his voice stern. ‘Not good?’ you reply, concern evident in your tone. Your dad just shakes his head. You sigh, thinking about your godfather's illness, and how difficult it must be on him and his family. You make a mental note to go and see him this week, now adding this to your growing list of concerns.

After wishing your dad good luck for the day ahead, you begin the short drive to the base. You arrive early, which is not unusual for you. Heading straight to the locker room, you begin to pull on your flight suit over your black tank top. ‘Need a hand?’ that familiar sarcastic voice fills the air. ‘Not from you’ you reply as you turn to Hangman, finding him at the entrance of the room. He stands by the door smirking, already clad in his flight suit, which manages to infuriate you more in your competitive nature. ‘Well, the offer stands. I’m happy to offer my services, at any time' he winks at you. ‘You’re a dick’ you reply as you finish zipping up your suit. You walk straight past him, refusing to look back.

You fall back into your pre-flight routine while waiting for the rest of the squadron to arrive for your briefing. This usually entails avoiding Hangman at all costs and listening to whatever music works to calm your nerves. When Phoenix arrives, you two easily slide back into old ways, catching up on the other's latest missions and life. It relaxes you, almost enough to fleetingly forget about the seriousness of the predicament you were all soon to find yourselves in.

The recruits all take their seats for the briefing when the whole of the squadron finally arrives. As you take your seat next to Rooster, your nerves have been raised to an all-time high. You are completely encompassed by the build-up of emotions surrounding this morning, all of which are soon to come to a head. You all stand and greet the admirals in your familiar formation, second nature and as easy as breathing to the lot of you. You sink back in your chair when Admiral Bates introduces your dad as the instructor to the squadron. In your peripheral, you feel Rooster tense up next to you. You refuse to look at him in your guilt, keeping your eyes fixed straight ahead of you.

You watch Hangman turn his head back, eyes locking onto your father, a wave of realisation washing over him of the identity of the man he had thrown out of the Hard Deck the previous night. Before he turns back to face the front of the room, his eyes latch onto yours. His eyes then work quickly, moving back and forth between you and your dad. Hangman chuckles on his toothpick and shakes his head, and you know immediately that he’s pieced it together. If your shared last name alone hadn't been the initial confirmation of your relation, it was clear that your similar looks certainly were. You sink a little deeper into your chair.

Phoenix looks in your direction also, the gape on her face conveying shock at the fact you had withheld this information. You barely register your father's spiel about the mission, only noting key phrases about enemy SAMs and needed miracles. The duration of the briefing feels like an eternity to you, you feel sick to your stomach about the playout of events. As soon as you are excused, you make an immediate break for your plane, attempting to avoid any and all interactions.

Just when you think you’ve made it safely, approaching the tarmac, you sigh sighting Hangman’s and your planes stationed next to each other. ‘A nepotism baby, hey?’ he whistles to you as if on cue with your realisation. You begin busy yourself with readying your plane, ignoring his comment altogether.

‘It’s a real comfort for me to discover that you only graduated first in your graduate class due to a legacy. What did it take from Maverick to get you into the Naval Academy in the first place? A call? A letter?’ he chuckles. Before you can tell him to go and fuck himself, both of your attentions are pulled to your dad and Rooster engaging in conversation a short distance away.

Although the entire context of the interaction is unclear, it isn’t difficult for anyone to guess it’s a heated conversation given their current display. ‘A family affair? It’s going to be fun watching the two of you highjack your own chances of being picked for this mission without any influence from me’ Hangman says with a ruthless grin, nodding his head in Rooster's direction. With that, he’s hopping into his plane before you even have the chance to process what he’s said to you.

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the-apprentice-lia · 3 years

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Hey! I saw that you do headcanons as well? Sorry if I’m asking in the right place but I loved your post on Asra’s hurt!! Could you possibly do the “mc getting slapped by the m6” ask please? My angsty little heart needs foodddd

hiii!! i’m so glad you liked my post:)) don’t worry, i’ll do my best to not cry when i’m writing this although it probably won’t work

i just wanna say that under no circumstances is it okay to hurt your partner!! please don’t take this post the wrong way:)

the main 6 slapping mc

asra

• it probably started because of how much he keeps from you. you know it’s just because he doesn’t want to see you hurt or unhappy because of how much of your life you’ve lost to your premature death, but it’s still so infuriating. you’re not a child, and you tell him as much.

• as much as you love each other, arguments can get messy. you know so much about each other that it’s difficult not to go for the soft parts in an argument, and you just snap.

• they’re probably running his hands through his hair, tears of frustration and pent up feelings slipping down his cheeks and catching the light of the many candles around the shop, making them glister strangely beneath the low light.

• “asra, you’re being ridiculous. how in the arcana am i supposed to know about who i was if you won’t fucking tell me?” you shout at them, crystals and glass bottles clinking together on the shelves.

• asra breaks, finally raising his voice as well, telling you that you’re acting like a child. you feel a twisted feeling of satisfaction at his loss of control. at least they’re actually treating you like a person— but you’re still so frustrated.’why can’t he just see that you’re not a china doll, easily broken and delicately made?

•you’re screaming now, tears blurring your vision. all you see is red. “if i’m acting like such a child then why did you even bother bringing me back? you should have just fucking left me to rot beneath the lazaret if you won’t so much as—” you’re cut off with a sharp crack.

• asra’s stronger than they look, and he wasn’t thinking as he lashed out in anger and pain, so you probably stumble back into the shelves behind you, or onto the counter of the shop.

• you touch your hand to your hot cheek with a dull feeling of surprise. it’s as if everything is through a haze, your gaze flickering up to meet asra’s horrified one as you take a step back, a dry sob heaving through your chest as your knees give out and you sink to the floor.

• “mc, i’m so sorry, i can’t— i don’t— please. i’m so sorry,” he stumbles over his words as he crouches before you, giving you enough space that you could easily leave. you don’t, and he breathes out slowly as they reach towards you and gently, heartbreakingly softly, cups your face to turn it towards him. he inhales sharply as he takes in your bruised cheekbone, red already beginning to spread outwards in the shape of his hand, and he flinches to see that he’s hurt you, his beloved apprentice.

• he opens his arms slowly, hesitantly, and you sink into them, burying your face in his scarves and then drawing back slightly with a faint hiss as your cheek touches the fabric, and he lets out a sob as well, burying his face in your sweet-smelling hair. murmurs “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” into you over and over again, rocking you back and forth on the floor of the shop.

• he’ll hurt for weeks after, even after the bruise fades, he’ll simply refuse to touch you for days after the incident. whispers “but what if i hurt you,” his voice breaking at the mere thought of it, and you cradle him to you, stroking his cheek as he shakes.

nadia

• the argument was probably about her refusing to ask for help. she’s been alone for so long that the refusal simply comes naturally. she has to prove that she can be successful alone, that she can make something of herself without anyone.

• at first, you tell her gently that she can trust you, that you’re always here for her, and that she doesn’t have to do this alone— but she doesn’t want to hear it, telling you insistently that she doesn’t need any help.

• “your dark circles would say otherwise, nadi! you can’t keep going on like this!” you tell her, your voice strained as you lay a hand on her arm. you just want to help her, but she won’t listen to you. “i can do it myself,” she tells you coldly, pulling away from you and turning back to her work. “i don’t need your help. i never have.”

• you feel the hurt blossom in your chest, but you try to push it down as you close her books, smudging the ink on a document by mistake. “nadi, please.” you tell her, but she doesn’t even seem to hear you as she opens her books and sets her jaw, looking at the ruined document. you bite your lip in dismay and go to apologise, but she cuts in before you get the chance. “you ruin everything. you’re such a nuisance, can you not find anything better to do with your time than to bother me? i am the countess of vesuvia, and i don’t need your help.” she’s shouting by the end of her outburst, and you recoil, hurt now showing across your face— but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

• you laugh disbelievingly, your voice spiteful and pained as you speak. “you don’t need my help? well that’s certainly a different tune than the one you were singing when you came to me in the middle of the night, asking for my help. and even then i gave it unbegrudgingly. you’re so stubborn, nadia! you’re so ridiculously naïve that you can’t even see that not everybody’s against you. so your sisters acted like every older sibling the world over, and excluded you from a few games. you carry grudges as if the world’s out to get you and nobody seeks to help you. you’re such a child! why—” your screaming cuts off at the sharp crack.

• you cry out at the sudden flare of pain. nadia’s also a lot stronger than she looks— i mean, she’s a master sword-fighter. and so, you stumble backwards into the marble table opposite her desk, turning away from her to catch your breath, your figure shaking with quiet sobs. everything seems to fall away, and you hold your arms around yourself in a poor attempt to keep your paroxysms of sobs quiet.

• nadia is completely silent. the jarring force snapped her out of whatever tired grumpiness she had been wallowing in, and now she’s just looking at her hands, a look of absolute horror twisting her features as she takes in the hand, resting palm-down on her knees, that she used to— to— she can’t even think about it. she has betrayed your trust, used your relationship, built on a foundation of love and mutual respect, to hurt you. it’s as if she’s seeing the world through a haze of disbelief. she’s taken advantage of your love for her, she’s physically violated you, and the thought of that leaves her physically ill. hot tears drop steadily into her lap, as she turns her hands over, and her eyes widen even more, if possible, with horror. blood glisters thickly on her index finger, coating the closest section to her palm where a golden ring sits. the countess of vesuvia never takes her rings off during the day, and she’s snapped out of her daze by the quiet hiss that comes from where you stand.

•when the first tears stream down your face, you hiss at the sharp pain, touching your fingers gently to your face and wincing as they come into contact with… is that a wound? you stare at them as they come away a deep, garnetine red. your hair is sticking to the blood running down your face from the wound. you sob dryly as the pain sets in, and by the gods it stings. it seems that even the air twists into your opened skin, burning sharply. you’re so lost in the mist of disbelief you barely notice when nadia comes up behind you.

• “my love?” her voice comes, softly, and you stiffen as she lays a hand on your upper arm. she withdraws it quickly as her voice breaks. “please, mc. say anything. look at me, i beg of you.” you don’t say anything for a minute before you inhale softly and turn to her.

• something in nadia breaks. she lifts shaking fingers up to her mouth as your eyes meet hers, and she takes in what she’s done to you. she’s sliced your upper-cheek open from just short of the bridge of your nose to almost the edge of your face. and the cut is deep. bruising spreads around it, in the shape of her hand, and she lets out a sob before dropping to her knees, taking your hand in hers. “by the arcana, mc, i am so, so sorry— i don’t know— i can’t— please, my love, i am so sorry,” she presses her forehead to your hand before you start to cry, sinking to your knees as well and burying your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking. you hiss softly as you draw your hand away and it comes away a glistening, wine-dark red.

• you flinch away from her as she comes to envelop you in a hug. “don’t. please,” you say softly, pulling yourself away from her. you leave bloodstains on the floor. her eyes hold inexplicable sorrow and remorse in them, as she nods haltingly, her heart breaking as she realises— you’re… afraid of her. later, she’ll bury her head into her pillow and sob her heart out but for now, she needs you to know to not be afraid of her. she loves you, you know that— and you need to know she’ll never violate the trust you put in her again.

• “mc… please. i’m so, so inexplicably sorry for what i’ve done to you. i promise it will never happen again.” her voice is soft, and she speaks to you as if you’re a wounded deer she’s found in the palace gardens, her voice breaking as she lets you see that she’s approaching you, her arms in front of her as she holds them out softly when she’s quite close to you.

• you look at her, meet her eyes with yours, and slowly settle into her embrace as she lets out a quiet sob of relief, burying her head in your hair. you pull away with a quiet gasp of pain when her hair meets your wound, and she cups your face (your good side) softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb as you close your eyes and she moves closer to you, giving you the time to pull away before her lips meet your forehead and she kisses you there gently before pressing one just above your cut and pulling you back to her, minding your cheek. you cry softly into her chest, and she does so into your hair. the two of you stay there until the blood starts to dry on your cheek and she stands, helping you up.

• “i’m taking you to the infirmary, dearest one.” “but… nadia.” you gesture to the state you’re in with a raised eyebrow. blood stains your collar and had dripped down your cheek in steady rivulets— and now your entire cheek is coated in blood. the cut itself is deep and thorough, splitting the skin so that the flesh beneath is easily visible, and the black, blue, and red flesh around your cut in the shape of nadia’s hand is enough that there is no room to doubt how your injury happened. “i’m your partner. there’s nobody else that would have done this— your entire court will know.” you look at her gently. “i can hide this.”

• and yet again, nadia’s heart is absolutely crushed. broken. shattered. “my heart, you should not have to hide what i have done. we’re going to the infirmary.”

• the entire way there, nadia weathers the stares and whispers with, for once, a bent head. you tighten your fingers around her hand— you know how important the favour of the court is. when you finally arrive, and you have to explain, haltingly, how you were injured, nadia gets a few looks of unbridled disgust as your injuries are treated. you squeeze her hand every now and again, and she looks at you gratefully. her eyes darken as you bite your lip roughly when the antiseptic meets it, your eyes watering as she strokes your hand, never taking her eyes away from you.

• afterwards, will absolutely doubt herself as a leader and a partner. no matter if you forgive her, no matter that the bruise fades and the wound heals, she’ll still always linger on your scar when she’s kissing your face, she’ll still murmur “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, darling,” into your hair for months after.

• if anyone is so much as even vaguely disdainful towards you with respects to your scar, you’ll literally have to talk her down from having them thrown out/arrested. you forgive her, and she loves you with all of her— but when dark feelings surface now there’s absolutely nothing you can do that will even get a shadow of a rise out of her. is just calm and collected. never so much as raises her voice at you.

• will 100% look at you as you sleep and hate herself for harming you in any way.

hope you enjoyed the angst fest!! these were so long— but i’ll do the next four periodically:)

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egg-on-the-run · 3 years

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How about relationship headcanon’s and yes there’s cute stuff but what about realistic shizz? The good, the bad, the ugly. The stubbornness that with time one learns the art of compromise for.

I've only ever been in one relationship and tbh it was very like relaxed??? We never argued much so I hope this isn't super unrealistic.

Leonardo:

Never tells you why he's upset. It's always a guessing game and the worst part is half the time he is not upset with you

He'll have an argument with Raphael and give everyone the silent treatment while he's huffing (and it is huffing) and you spend an hour trying to figure out what you did wrong

Leonardo's confrontational about things that Do Not Matter but avoids conversations about things that are actually important

Like yeah he'll tell you if some silly habit kind of annoys him but it takes a long time for him to confess that PDA makes him a little uneasy

That's another thing: PDA is a minimum with him. Yes he will put his arm around you, yes he will hold your hand. But please no kisses in front of his family he just doesn't vibe with it

He's very nervous about a lot of things, very nervous about going on dates, doing things with you for the first time. You do have to take things slow with him and it takes a while to perfect the art of reassuring him without making him feel patronised

His love language is acts of service and quality time.

Sometimes that quality time is napping because he's prone to overworking himself

Adores it when you take control of things. LOVES being babied and taken care of

Call him something like "sweetheart" and he becomes putty in your hands

His ideal date is he makes dinner, you buy dessert. You both do the dishes together and watch a movie afterwards 💙

Raphael:

Hahaha get ready to rumble.

King of arguments, fool of never being able to apologise

You will bicker about everything to the point where everyone is like 👀👀 but the second anyone else says something? You are both wildly protective of each other

"God you're such a prick" "Yeah screw you Raph" "Casey I swear to god if you ever say anything like that ever again I will kick you so hard in the dick you'll give yourself a blow job" "Raph you're s/o is scaring me" "Casey I'm going to put your head through the wall."

Raph likes to pretend arguments just Did Not Happen. He doesn't expect you to apologise either so at least you can't call him a hypocrite, but he just prefers moving past things. It's over now. Don't bring it up again.

And yes this does cause more conflict sometimes. But you cannot date Raph and not be stubborn. If you put your foot down firmly enough he will give in and do his best to talk about things. He doesn't necessarily like doing it, but you're both stubborn and both very much in love and he's always willing to try

Much more into PDA than Leo. Likes to hold you against him, leans on you, plays with your hair. He just constantly likes to be touching you in some way, even in front of everyone

You can pull the "because you love me" card at any time

"Can you make me some coffee?" "I'm in the middle of playing a game, why would I make you coffee?" "Because you love me."

He doesn't mind it as much as he pretends to

His love language is physical touch and acts of service: lots of cuddles, he holds all your stuff, walks you to and from work

His ideal date is just him trying to teach you how to fight

Lots and lots of gym dates, exploring sewer tunnels and the city together, him letting you win at wrestling ❤️

Donatello:

Leonardo's bad at confrontation sometimes, but Donnie? If you stabbed Donnie he wouldn't complain

Donnie is very insecure in his ability to please. So he works overtime and stresses himself out. If something is bothering him you will never find out because he would rather suffer in silence than even risk upsetting you by bringing it up

His thought process is something along the lines of he interrupts you once so he thinks he just shouldn't speak. He has not connected the dots but he's certainly jumped to conclusions

It takes a very very long time for an argument to actually happen because if you try to talk to Donnie about something he will just Immediately Agree With You, even if he doesn't

But when an argument does happen he says a lot of mean things to get under your skin and you will play the very same cards when things get heated

As time goes on you both get better at having discussions rather than arguments. But when a fight happens you can go days without speaking to each other

Very protective. Likes to know you're safe. Yes it's doting and sweet, but it's also a little annoying having text him "yes I'm still at work darling" every hour

Donnie is also an "actions speak louder than words" kind of guy. No saying sorry, but he makes you a little gift and slides it across the table. No words exchanged, but you know he's sorry for what he did

Mixed feelings about PDA. Sometimes he's more than happy to let you sit on his lap, other times if you try to hold his hand he flinches

Baby is a little touch starved. He gets overwhelmed very easily and shuts you out. Some days are better than others but again, he just doesn't tell you

His love language is gift giving and loves making you little trinkets and toys to put on your desk. But he adores receiving words of affirmation

His ideal date is both of you info dumping in your room while eating pizza. It's so simple, it's so easy. Usually whenever he starts to ramble he forgets a lot of his insecurities with touch and will let you hold him 💜

Michelangelo:

King of communication. He just does not like to argue, fighting upsets him and when you're angry with him he gets a little afraid

Even if you are very frustrated he takes you by the hand and sits you down. He has it down to a routine, there's no problem you can't solve together

It takes a good while for you to break down his walls. He puts up a very fun loving, easy going front to please everyone and even when you start dating it's difficult for him to be completely open

But when he shows you his deep emotions once he's very comfortable showing them to you again and again

Needs lots of reassurance, not with regards to relationships but with regards to himself. His brothers still treat him like the baby of the family, still make him feel stupid. You treat him like he's capable of whatever and he just bursts into tears because you have complete faith in him

You do, however, understand that his brothers treat him like the baby because sometimes he acts like it

He can be a little too high energy and sometimes you just need space and he doesn't understand that it's not his fault, you're just tired.

You have a code for when he's being too affectionate. He loves PDA to the full but it is overwhelming: a squeeze on his knee tells him to calm down a little

He's such a people pleaser that you have to make most of the decisions with everything. Where you want to eat, what you want to do, it would be nice if he took control a little more.

His love language is yes and. Jk jk he praises you 24/7, pet names, compliments, worships you. Loves physical touch as well obviously

His ideal date is something arty. He takes you to find a blank wall in the tunnels and you both just spray paint 🧡

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