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aomine-ryo · 9 months

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Because I loved all of your make out stories, what would actually help global warming and hunger is Takao make out story ✨ where Takao and his s/o gets their first proper make out story bc Takao deserves the world as The Greenest Flag In KnB 🛐

I would die for Takao Kazunari so absolutely. Ty for making me write more for the best boy !! It’s a short one but hope you enjoy muah xx

Scenario: making out with Takao

- gender neutral reader

Takao’s favourite time was 1 a.m.. You’d think between school, training and being Midorima’s chauffeur, he’d be sound asleep at this time, but this was the time when the world went quiet. This was the time where it was just the two of you— no distractions.

You lived a walkable distance from Takao. It wasn’t close enough for him to deem you his neighbour, but if he were to just walk down the street and take a left turn, he’d be right at your door. Given this, sneaking into your bedroom at 1 a.m. had become the norm for him over the past two weeks. With his busy schedule, it was hard to find alone time with you. If he were to see you during the day, it would often be with other friends as well. So this was the only time he could spend with you and only you.

Unfortunately, the weather tonight was not in his favour. As he looked outside his bedroom window, he watched as the rain poured relentlessly into his backyard. If it were just the rain, he could’ve just stepped outside with his umbrella, but the wind was so strong that he could hear it without even opening his window. His umbrella wasn’t surviving that.

Takao looked down at the text you sent him, almost as if you could read his mind.

y/n: i don’t think you should come over tn. the weather is terrible :(

takao: it’s just a little rain, dw about it I’ll be there in five :)

y/n: wdym ‘just a little rain’?? ITS POURING

takao: pfft it’s just water. I’m stronger than water

You sighed at his response even though it had you grinning like an idiot. It was just like Takao to do something as silly as this. You decided to head downstairs as quietly as you could so that you could open the door for Takao when he does get here. Your parents were heavy sleepers so it wasn’t like they were going to wake up anyways, but it was good to be cautious.

You waited patiently for a few minutes until you heard a light tap on the door, a signal for you to open it for Takao. As the door slowly opened, you were greeted by the sight of your soaking wet boyfriend who looked like he’d been through hell and back.

“Oh my god, Takao!” you whisper shouted as you ushered him in, slowly closing the door behind you.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he shrugged, but it was obviously a lie. He wasn’t even wearing a raincoat. All he had on was a, now soaking, black hoodie and shorts— he was dressed as if it was just another day.

“Let’s get you dried up,” you just sighed in response, turning on your heel to head back upstairs to your room.

“What? You’re not gonna hug me? Weren’t you the one that said you missed me?” Takao grinned, opening his arms up and moving closer to you.

You quickly moved back, trying to get him as far away from you as possible. “I’ll give you a hug when you’re dry,” you said, keeping an eye on his every move.

“Well that’s no fun, come here,” Takao said, the most mischievous look in his blue eyes as he strode over to you. Much to your dismay, you were too slow to react to this, soon finding yourself in a fit of giggles as Takao enveloped you in a big, wet hug.

“Let me go!” you laughed, trying to keep your voice down as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Takao did as he was told after leaving a soft peck on your cheek, knowing the damage was already done. “Haven’t you missed me?” Takao smiled, tone more mocking than anything.

“Shut up, let’s go. I need to change now as well,” you rolled your eyes.

The two of you got to your room and you fished the clothes you had stolen from him out of your closet, handing him a towel to dry his hair with as well. You picked out a baggy T-shirt for yourself as well and you changed into it nonchalantly, Takao watching your every move in awe.

You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing, just didn’t expect you to be taking your shirt off this quickly,” he replied smoothly, making you blush.

“Shut up and get changed,” you chuckled, walking over and hanging your damp shirt on your clothes rack.

“Get changed? Can I have some privacy then please?” Takao said sarcastically.

“What? Do you want me to close my eyes?” You joked.

“Yes, thank you very much,” he said as a matter-of-factly.

“You’re kidding…”

“Go on then,” he looked at you expectantly.

“I’ve seen you na—”

“I’m waiting,” he cut you off, committed to the bit.

You let out a sigh as you sat down at the edge of your bed, putting your hands over your eyes.

“Thank you,” Takao said in a tone that made you want to slap the grin off his face.

You heard Takao shuffle around as he moved to take his clothes off. Admittedly, the curiosity got the best of you and you began to watch him through the gaps between your fingers. It should’ve been a crime for him to keep you from watching him. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you still went weak in the knees seeing him with his shirt off. His toned muscles, damp skin, veiny arms— magnificent. Not to mention he was still sporting the marks you left on his neck the night before. It was truly a sight.

“I know you’re peeping,” Takao said as he tightened the drawstring on his sweatpants, turning over to meet your eyes through your fingers.

“No I’m not,” you said immediately, though the smile on your face said otherwise.

You watched him walk towards you, his hands grabbing your wrists and moving them away from your face, bending over so his eyes were in line with yours. “I could feel you watching me, you perv,” Takao grinned, voice so low that you could feel it in your stomach.

“You can’t blame me when you look like that,” you replied, your eyes darting down the exposed skin of his upper body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Takao said, his lips now inches away from yours. A moment of silence passed by as you met with Takao’s steel blue eyes, your heart feeling like it was about to stop beating at any moment with the way he looked at you.

He soon closed the gap between you two, your lips colliding with each other’s with as much passion as your very first kiss. His touch was soft— it always was in the beginning. With the grip he still had on both your wrists, he slowly pushed you onto your bed, pinning your hands to either side of you as he bit on your bottom lip, eliciting a soft whine from you.

You felt Takao’s tongue slowly slide into your mouth, roaming the familiar territory as he comforted himself in the warmth of your soft lips. Takao’s hair was still damp. You could feel some of the cold, wet strands brush against your forehead as he hovered on top of you. You weren’t opposed to it though. The familiarity of his movements had you melting at his touch, the smell of his cologne reminding you of all the times he’s satisfied you, making your need for him grow stronger with each passing moment.

Takao’s hands released their grip on yours. Your hands instinctively moved to run through his wet locks while his fingers lightly traced over your clothed chest. His hands moved lower and lower, lips not losing contact with yours for even a second as his cold fingers slipped under your shirt. You took a sharp breath in at the sensation of his cold touch on your skin, and you could feel Takao smile against your lips.

He’d missed this. Yes, it had only been a day since he’s had you in this state last, but he could never get enough of it. The dark haired man pulled away from your lips for a moment, quickly directing himself to your neck, beginning to leave soft kisses that had you humming in approval. Takao’s hands made their way further down, fingers tracing over your shorts as he began to leave marks on your neck, your body growing more and more impatient for him. You knew he needed you just as bad, his hips slowly began to grind against you and you could feel him through the fabric of the sweatpants. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the feel of it.

Takao felt you buck your hips up in search of some friction and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction. He loved this. He loved drawing out his movements until you were a desperate mess underneath him. He loved hearing your soft little whines of frustration just like you were doing now.

“Kazu…” it was like music to his ears, “please.”

“Hm?” Takao hummed against your neck, playing dumb as he pulled away to look down at you with his sultry blue eyes. He didn’t have to say it, you knew he wanted you to use your words.

“I need more… please,” you whispered, aching for more of his touch.

“How could I ever say no to you?” he smiled, leaning down to press his lips against yours once more. There was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

#takao kazunari #kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko no basquet #takao x reader #takao kazunari supremacy #knb scenarios #knb imagines #knb x reader

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transsunwukong · 4 months

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randomly thought about something that hasn't really occurred to me before: the difference in how yang expresses her confidence depending on who she's with. we all know and love her attitude when she's dealing with some stupid asshole, but that's more of an intimidation tactic than anything else - it's just her style. what i wanna talk about here is more about who yang really is when she's not putting up a front. not consciously, at least.

it's apparent in a lot of moments, but i wanna highlight this by comparing 4 specific scenes, all about the concept of (her) strength:

in v4c9, she has her talk with tai after their sparring match. it's pretty clear that yang and her father have a lot of mutual respect for each other in spite of their complicated history. i feel like tai is the only person who can really get away with criticizing yang on something so personal and essential to her identity as her fighting skills, especially with how much of an inspiration he's been to her on that front.

and she listens, because she knows he's right (even if she's sad and a bit sarcastic about it) - but also because, at this point in the story, she's still recovering from the lowest low of her life and her dad is currently the only one she can seek solace in. that's what this scene is all about! you can tell she's not happy with letting her guard down and being lectured/psychoanalyzed like this, but this is the one place where she can do so guilt-free.

her time back in patch is as much of an opportunity to reconnect with her family and sort out everything she's been dealing with alone in her head, as it is a literal recovery and training period. it's sad to see yang like this, but she's not really self-deprecating here - she just finally has a breathing room, and someone there to listen, who already knows and understands her better than she does herself sometimes, which i think is a really important part of it.

in v5c14 and probably one of my FAVORITE scenes in the entire show, it's the other way around, as yang is the one confronting her other parent. this scene beautifully mirrors her previous conversation with tai and shows how much she took it to heart.

the whole back-and-forth between yang and raven is so good. there's just something so satisfying about yang finally tracking down her mom, being the one to ruin everything she's planned up until now, standing her ground and calling out raven on her hypocrisy and cowardice in such a tense moment without letting her feelings get the better of her - and ACTUALLY getting through to raven. "yeah, i'm scared, but i'm still standing here. i'm not like you, i won't run." what else can i say?

and of course it's not until raven has left and yang retrieves the relic herself that she falls to her knees and cries. this isn't yang putting up a front to scare someone away, this is yang taking matters into her own hands because she knew she was the only one who possibly could. this is yang choosing to be the bigger, braver person, knocking some sense into someone who failed at that responsibility her whole life, because there was no other option.

even though she WAS terrified and heartbroken, raven didn't -deserve- to see her cry.

in v6c7 after That Whole Ordeal, everyone's still a bit on edge. this is such a small blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, but i think it's still relevant to point out.

"especially since some of you are clearly stronger already." it's no coincidence that the focus is on yang here, when maria talks about her guilt as a failed hero/role model for the next generation, but it's even more important how yang reacts to it.

for one, yang can relate to maria's guilt (even if she really shouldn't have to). we know how important it is for her to be viewed as someone strong and reliable - as a protector of the people, as a friend, as a teammate, and ESPECIALLY as an older sister (this just in: self-destructive hero complexes aren't just limited to the team leaders!!). despite how much ruby looks up to her, there's still a part of yang that won't forgive herself for not always being the person ruby needed her to be, and the same can easily be said for her other loved ones. especially here in v6, when she's still not really There Yet when it comes to the old team rwby dynamic. it's a complicated time.

she says nothing, but you can tell she's interpreting this like it's pointed directly at her. when yang feels exposed like this, she tends to either dodge it with humor or lash out, so in a way it's refreshing to see her just kinda....sit on this, silently and out of view, even if it's not necessarily a good thing to sulk about.

and of course there's this little bit in v8c9, courtesy of ren and his WONDERFUL AND HILARIOUS VIBE CHECK ABILITY!!!!

yang, jaune and ren are all -friends-. not necessarily teammates or family, but very close friends who understand each other. and they may be in some deep, awful, super scary shit at the moment, but that's nothing they're not used to. it kinda does feel like Just Another Situation With The Bros.

of course yang tries to lighten the mood! that's what she DOES with her friends, and they know this! i don't think it even OCCURS to her that the others might take it the wrong way, or pick up on why she's doing it. i don't think that she, in the moment, really thinks about why she's doing it, either. this is yang after all! confident, cool, funny, bright and happy yang. right?

so when ren of all people is the one to call her out on it, it catches her off guard so badly that it takes her a few seconds to even process it, and then she can't help but sigh and smile. it might have been a little embarrassing for her, but above all i think it's actually a relief for yang to be seen like this, especially from someone so unexpected. a less outspoken friend who she might not be as close with as some of the others, but who can therefore genuinely relate and sympathize with her anxiety in this moment without making her feel too self-conscious about it.

it's nice. it's just really cute and nice.

#leo.txt #text #yang xiao long #rwby #v4 #v5 #v6 #v8

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stikybug · 2 months

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This is extremely self-indulgent but i'm dumping all of my alexithymic!mc headcanons on the main tag , because her actions and what the characters say about her would be extremely funny considering all of this .

Spoilers for godheim main story under the cut!

MC has had trouble identifying many of her emotions since a young age, she never talked about it to anybody and learned to mask it very well. Her reactions are almost automatic, like they're actually hers.

The first time she really 'felt' the way others did was with the death of her mother. Sorrow, it felt so strong and unfamiliar to her. She had to find an outlet of some kind.

Art was the only time her emotions weren't muddled, but it could be because that itself was an abstraction of her thoughts. She didn't need to particularly parse through them and have many 'what ifs'.

Fast forward to the main story. Meeting the love interests elicits more than just a blunt emotional response. But it can't be called 'affection' just yet.

Godheim.

Mc feels guilty. She wants to return what seems to be some sort of budding affection for Alkaid, but she feels it doesn't last.

She doesn't realise little actions she does REFLECTS that. 'I'm caring for him while he's sick because I feel the strong urge to see him get better. No this isn't romance what are you talking about isn't this normal to feel?'

She feels it doesn't count because it seems to ebb and fade. She has the knawing feeling of wanting to be 'normal' for him. She wants to be better. She can't see the clear worry on her face, she can't see how she almost cries some times for 'unknown' reasons because she misses him.

It's oh so ever worse with Ayn. She would give her life over to him and what he cherishes in a heartbeat. But she feels so awkward when people refer to her as his girlfriend.

She doesn't love him back, probably. It's just an undying loyalty and understanding for him. It's a duty that she wants to fulfill. ( Why she wants to do it is completely lost on her. )

She thinks she's faking her care, for him, for the residents of the rat cave. It just doesn't line up with what she sees herself as. Despite this, she still almost forcefully wills him not to die. Not on her watch. She couldn't stand the thought of seeing him go.

By the time of Lars' route, she opens up to the idea of being closer to him. It was supposed to be an agreement-contract sort of relationship. But going slowly from 'alliance' to sympathy, devotion, and finally; what seems to be inklings of love she cannot do anything about but recognise. Nobody would risk their lives for an agreement alone.

Caring this much felt awful though, too many lives she swore she could have saved... If she was just a bit stronger, if she just reacted quicker. Maybe nobody would have to lose anything. All she could give was an attempt to comfort Lars during this time.

And while she went through the motions, she wondered... Maybe staying here would be alright? Maybe she could be his bride, or at the very least die beside him.

It was actually a laughable idea to her if you said she would feel something for Archmage Clarence. Anything other than annoyance or mild sympathy would be hard to elicit.

Him? The person who keeps picking fights with her? The person who insists on locking her up? That despite all her warnings decides that killing her is the best option? That Archmage Clarence?

She's interested in him when she spends more time in the Magi tower, unfortunately. He has his own motivations, he has someone he cares for.

She feels an unexplainable sadness at the true end of the magi. If it could happen to that little girl, how many more then would still meet that fate?

When she's actually faced with it in the end, she wants to start crying there. She can't, she can't cry in front of the man that only wants to see her live happily in the end.

The feeling persists, the memory of his is engraved in her mind forever.

Now Cael is an interesting case. She's not sure whether or not he could see right through her.

After everything in godheim, looking at him almost feels disconcerting. They share the same eyes, she never knew why she couldn't recognise that look in his eyes sooner.

Apathy. A cold heart. One that can't care or truly love anybody else.

Well, that's his words, not hers. But she can't bring herself to believe that. There's something like affection in the way he treats her, there's the warmth of blood so similar to everybody else.

So she says that, because she sincerely believes he's more than he thinks he is.

She still hesitates to call him, because one day he might tell her the same thing, and she wouldn't be able to deal with that.

...But maybe, they could figure out what the meaning of love is one day. And then they'll realize they were holding onto it all along.

#RAAAAA I GOT THIS OUT FINALLY #This is scuffed ish ? But it doesn't matter I think this turned out nice #>> lovebrushposting #>> pier writes #alkaid mcgrath #ayn alwyn #lars rorschach #clarence clayden #cael anselm #for all time #lovebrush chronicles

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fallout-friends-react · 1 year

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Please write New Vegas companions react to the courier sitting in their lap :)

Arcade: Arcade sighed heavily. It's been yet another long day helping the followers. Feeling tired, he sat on the nearest bench he could find, and leaned his head back so he could look at the sky absentmindedly. With no warning, the Courier sat on his lap, making him jump from surprise. "W-what are you doing?!?!?! There are other places to sit???" The Courier just laughed and said this spot looked the most comfortable. Arcade adjusted his glasses, "I-uh- you.." He stuttered, clearly embarrassed. "Surely there's somewhere better for you to sit." The Courier laughed again and finally got up to sit next to him instead. Arcade couldn't think of anything to say, he rested his face in his hands to hopefully hide his red face. It didn't help much.

Boone: Boone had been keeping watch while the Courier relaxed. They watched him watch the horizon for any signs of danger. He looked bored. The Courier got up and called Boone, "Hey come sit, I'll take next watch." Boone got up without a word, listening to their command. He took a seat on their previously occupied chair. Without even bothering to go keep watch, the Courier immediately sat on his lap. They just wanted to see how he'd react. Blank. Nothing. "I thought you were going to keep watch." The Courier huffed and got up. With crossed arms, they went to do as they had promised. The Courier didn't know it because of his sunglasses, but Boone had a hard time looking them in the eye.

Ed-E: He has no lap with which to sit.

Lily: The Courier was clearly exhausted, and Lily could tell. Without thinking it through, Lily found the closest and sturdiest wall and leaned against it. She assumed a wall sit position, making the Courier confused. "Sit for a bit. I can't let my own grandchild be so tired." The Courier couldn't believe their eyes. There's no way they could sit on her lap while she's doing a WALL SIT, no one could handle all their weight while doing that. Or so they thought. The Courier noticed Lily's bulging thigh muscles. She is a nightkin after all, she's stronger than any normal human. The Courier shrugged and took a seat. Her lap was much more comfortable than expected.

Raul: The Courier and Raul had taken a trip to the NCR embassy to visit some captain for some kind of mission. Raul didn't really listen to the details so he didn't actually know the reason for their visit. The embassy was particularly busy this day, so they were told to wait for the captain to be available. The lobby was busy enough that there were almost no seats, save for one. Raul sat down without really thinking about it. The Courier awkwardly stood in front of him. "I'd offer you my seat, but I think elders get dibs." He chuckled. The Courier just smiled in response. Raul thought for a moment, probably they wanted to sit too, god only knows how long the NCR will take. "Hey boss," he gestured to his lap, "take a seat." The waved him off, surely he wasn't serious. "No really, come on." He patted his lap. The Courier hesitantly took a seat. The two stayed silent for a couple minutes. Raul interrupted the silence by tapping on their arm, "yeah I don't think my old bones can take this. Let's try switching spots" They got some stares from other embassy patrons, but neither of them really minded.

Rex: You literally cannot sit in a dog's lap.

Cass: Both Cass and the Courier had been complaining about how tired they were from walking. Almost to see who could one-up the other on how tired they were. They happened upon a building with a missing side, but at least it still had a roof. One chair occupied the corner of what looked like a kitchen. Cass used whatever energy she had left to run to the chair and take it for herself. "HA. I got here first." She smirked at them smugly. The Courier crossed their arms and looked at her annoyed. Just as Cass rested her arms by her sides to really relax her muscles, the Courier quickly took a seat on her lap. Cass shot them a dirty look. "Oh I'm sorry was this seat taken?" The Courier reflected her smirk from before. "Uh, yeah, I'd rather take the floor if you're gonna keep this up." Cass was too tired to put up much of a fight.

Veronica: Veronica and the Courier had stopped into the first bar they could find. They were both exhausted from walking for nearly the entire day. The bar was way more crowded than either had expected. Almost every seat was taken. Veronica spotted the singular vacant chair in the corner of the room and quickly claimed it as her own. The Courier stood next to her, leaning on the wall. She could tell just how tired they were and knew their feet must have been aching. "Hey," getting the Courier's attention, she patted her lap, to signal they should take a seat. "You sure?" The Courier asked, just to be sure she was okay with it. "I insist!" She looked at them with a smile. They took a seat and were instantly relieved. Veronica invited them to take a seat herself, but she didn't expect it to be so embarrassing. She blushed slightly, and couldn't look at them the entire time they were on her lap.

Vulpes: Having finally set up camp for the night, Vulpes's guard was down. As down as it could be anyway. Sitting on a log near the campfire, he closed his eyes to relax for just a moment. The Courier saw their chance and quickly made their move to spontaneously sit on his lap. Vulpes quickly opened his eyes at the sudden weight on his lap. He lifted his arms so as to not touch them, "Um.. Is there something I can help you with?" He didn't seem as amused as the Courier had hoped for. They quickly got off his lap, feeling a little embarrassed.

#I'm in my fallout feels these days so I'm back yet again #also I was watching tv while writing this so I'm sorry if it just is bad or if there's a ton of mistakes lol #I feel like this might be more boring than I meant for it to be #o well #fallout #fallout new vegas #new vegas #Arcade Gannon #Craig Boone #Ed-E #rose of sharon cassidy #Raul Tejada #Rex #veronica santangelo #vulpes inculta #fallout companions react

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fleemotional · 7 months

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What if Suguru Geto had a soon-to-be sorcerer sister and it was you

CW : angst, murder, slapping

"Yuji : Hoi ! Ieiri-sama ! You were in school with Gojo, right ?

Shoko : Yes. I was. Why ?

Yuji : Ohoooooo ! What was he like ?

Shoko : I'd say ... weaker ?

Yuji : What !?

Megumi : Mean.

Yuji : How much weaker ?

Shoko : Well, I think the last time I ever saw him getting hurt was around the time we graduated.

Yuji : Oooooooooouh ! Hurt in a fight ?

Shoko : Not really ...

Yuji : How so ?"

~ FLASHBACK 2007 ~

"- I TRUSTED YOU WITH HIM ! YOU PROMISED BECOMING A SORCERER WOULD GIVE A HIM A PURPOSE ! YOU DIDN'T MENTION IT IMPLIED MURDERING THE REST OF HUMANITY !

- How was I supposed to know !?

- He was broken from the start ! He was to handle with care ! Especially with this horrible power of his which you helped create !

- I knew he could get a little depressed, but ...

- "A little depressed" ? You have no idea what it is to be born as a window surronded with perfectly normal people, do you ?

- Then why would it be more my fault then your ... parents !"

You reacted in less than a second, your eyes widening and your hand landing harshly on Satoru's face. He let you pass through his shield.

"- Our parents were nothing but wonderful ! They did everything to help with this whole curses bullshit without even being able to see them ! That's how we find out Suguru was bipolar ! And you ? You were able to see my brother ! And you already knew ! What is your excuse ?"

Satoru stayed silent, slowly realizing he certainly was partly responsible for the recent events, and that he was worsening your suffering by justifying himself. You needed someone to blame. You walked away, turning your back at him.

"- I should have known ... Seeing curses could not be anything less then a curse.

- Wait ... You're ...

- I resign. I won't purse my studies as a sorcerer."

As you walked out from your principal's office, only one thought remained.

If only he had been stronger.

The place was crowded. And Suguru was just slowly walking away from his bestfriend. But he stopped.

"Suguru : How is she ?

Satoru : Like someone who just lost everything ... They are afraid she resigned to join you, but I think she just can't fight you.

Suguru : Can you ?"

Both of them paused. There was no answer to this question.

"Satoru : You made me a liar."

Suguru turned around for one last peaceful glance at the person who he is sure will take care of his little sister for the rest of her days to make up for his mistakes.

"Suguru : Technically, I didn't."

~ END ~

BONUS :

"I know you made it clear years ago that you did not wanted anything to do with me anymore. None the less, I wanted you to learn it from me. Suguru has died from my hand, this 24th of december. Almost 10 years after his disappearance, he popped up, declared war and attacked my students. I just couldn't let him hurt them. They look so much like us when we were younger. I finally found the strenght to put an end to all this misery. He is not coming back, but I hope you might someday."

Satoru Gojo

#geto suguru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo #jjk geto #geto #jujutsu geto

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doodle-pops · 2 years

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Elves' General Headcanons on Having a S/O with DID

Request: I'm torn between how the elves would react to a s/o with DID or the opinions on male x male relationships. - Anon

A/N: This is a very interesting question here anon. Now, I've stated that writing/addressing topics like mental illness makes me very wary because I do not want to insult someone through misinterpretations. I tried my best to not go into full on descriptions to get anything wrong.

Please do not engage in the act of faking mental illness for 'aesthetic' purposes. If you happen to be suffering symptoms of a certain illness, seek professional help, don't self-diagnosis. There are people out there with real mental illnesses and it's heartbreaking to them to see their condition be treated as a trend.

My sincerest apologies if I got something wrong.

Warnings: mentions of the words abuse, trauma, depression, and mental illnesses. If topics on mental illnesses make you uncomfortable, then do not engage with this post. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

⇴ In today's world DID is still a very big mysterious mental illness that has similar symptoms to other illnesses which makes it difficult to identify.

⇴ You, their s/o who is very much aware of your condition would baffle a lot of them when you explain your illness.

⇴ Many will be shocked to learn about you being mentally ill. I think mental illness at their time wasn't given names or identified like the way we do now, so you would have to explain your symptoms.

⇴ Informing them that your condition was a rare case and it is uncommon among your folks would leave them worried.

⇴ Your lover would question you on all that you knew about your illness so they can provide as much assistance as possible and avoid worsening it.

⇴ Is there something that triggers it? Is there a way to reduce panic attacks and anxiety?

⇴ They would assist you with all that they can to ease the worry and stress, and if you're in the process of healing, they would be at your side step by step.

⇴ One common form of obtaining this condition is trauma or abuse from a young age. This is perhaps the most terrifying thing you could inform them of.

⇴ Their biggest thoughts would be on who was the cause of your abuse or trauma.

⇴ This would also further clarify their confusion as to why you appear depressed or moody from time to time.

⇴ The most common symptom of DID is the presence of two or more personalities/alters.

⇴ Alerting them of you having more than one alter within your mind would both fascinate them and confuse them, so a further explanation would be needed.

⇴ To calm them down, you do your best to reassure them, that as long as you are away from stressful or any traumatizing situations, they shouldn't have to worry about the switch.

⇴ If the switch does happen, it could be abrupt. One minute they were talking to you and the next minute, your other alter stepped in.

⇴ This happens when you're feeling anxious or depressed or sometimes the mentions of abusive topics, your alter would switch to help act as a coping mechanism.

⇴ The part that gets them the most is when the switch happens, they haven't the slightest clue because it could be so calmly. It's only until you started appearing confused mid conversation that they'll realize a switch happened.

⇴ Elves tend to love a lot stronger than us due to the fact that they connect with the fëa rather than the hroä.

⇴ So, your respective elven lover will stand by your side and learn all about your other alters and how to identify them should an appearance be made.

⇴ They would learn to love all the other alters that you have because to them, they are a part of you and they love all of you.

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An encrypted message appears to have been sent in for the likes of Surge and Kit - how it managed to get through to Avalice is a bit of a mystery but it seemed that it was from a...somewhat familiar face.

"Greetings, Surge, Kit, and anyone else who may have encountered this message. This is General Shadow of the Guardian Unit of Nations. I trust that you are well, I have been taking some time to... reassess the situations that have been presented and I have caught wind of what has been happening in this new zone, Avalice." His words seemed to be genuine, not even a lick of malice or hatred behind him, even after the encounter he had with Surge.

"I have taken the time to completely wipe G.U.N's database of anything mentioning you two, any information that I have been able to send forward toward the imperial palace has been forwarded. With the abundance of Mobians having been shown in this zone I imagine that it must be a long process to become a member of such a thriving society."

"Consider yourselves officially off the record. I may come and visit this kingdom that you've found yourselves in but...consider it less business and more getting used to having a new world suddenly open up to you." He seemed to have more to say and a lot more on his mind but as the message started to come to a close he simply glanced to whomever might be watching.

"You are stronger than you think. I still keep that sentiment. So perhaps when the time is right, I would like to see if you can come to me and tell me all the adventures you have had - not as who you thought you were, but as Surge, or Kit, or whatever new names or identities you might go by. Needless to say, enjoy yourselves...It's what you've wanted for so long, do not miss that chance."

Unknown Caller? and why was her phone picking up from some unknown source? Fuck if this was another telemarketer she was gonna hunt them down and shove her boot up there ass! She sighed though she had no idea if the citizenship folks were gonna call her so she figured she had to pick it up. She flicked her thumbs across the screen and placed the Ohone to her ear.

" Hello? "

She cringed hearing his voice, how in the blue hell did he get her number anyway? Her immediate thought was to hang up and tell him to go fuck himself. But she bit her tongue best to hear him out and respond in a calm reasonable manner right? But the more he spoke the more she wanted to break her phone by jamming into his fucking eye socket! He was gonna ruin everything she'd been working toward!?! did this ass hole have any idea how hard she'd worked for this! the amount of bullshit she was gonna put up for it!

" YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU INSUFFERABLE ASSHOLE!?!? "

She yelled into her phone with the rage tinged in her voice it was clear she was pissed. No way beyond pissed she was furious at him!

" I just spent the last 3 days! workin' over this Reagent bitch! to get a chance at a normal fuckin' life! and how do you think she's gonna react if she gets all this shit from you and learns i LIED TO HER?!?! "

She barked into the phone!

" For once in my stupid short life i got a chance to move to some place new, where nobody knows my name... nobody gives a shit who surge is... my brother has a chance to be a normal fuckin' kid! and your response is to fuck me over by sending them a bunch of shit they don't need to know!? i swear to Gaia! you an sonic don't get it do you! "

She took a deep breath and was so close to putting her fist through a wall!

" What part of leave me alone don't you and sonic get--- i get it, you wanna help me. I understand that but if you really wanna help me Shadow... then just stop tryin' ta help so damn much! I got this sorted... i got a chance to start over... you get that right? No criminal record, no fucking starline, no eggman... if you really wanna help then take those files and BURN THEM! "

" I just wanna be left alone... i wanna forget... I wanna chance to rebuild what i lost... with what ever time i got left. Yer fuckin' that up ... I've already filed my papers... i just gotta wait ths shit out... you wanna help just don't send anything to the palace... you wanna check on me in a month make sure i'm being a good girl? be my guest just........ Please.... don't send those papers... the less they know about what i am the better... "

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my happy place? it’s where i can feel everything within me. i merely let all that makes me up flow through me like fire. not water, fire.

everything burns within me like a river of fire, because most of what i feel has a sexual underpinning to it. when i feel sexual, like something triggers me given i’m among the rare examples of women who are responsive to stimuli (typically, on a biological level, women tend to be more intuitive, having to get into the mood for that; every so often, you’ll find women who react in a similar way men do), i feel it pulsate through my body. i feel myself growing warm and tender. i feel things moving downstairs and up top, too. i start breathing more deeply and i relax, and i start fantasizing: if things are really moving, i reach down and touch.

everything i feel has some glimmer of sexuality to it, especially to unlikely emotions like depression and anxiety. that desire for closeness and wanting to be touched when i’m despondent: wanting to touch and exorcize that 100-mile an hour thought pattern when i’m on edge.

i’m a very emotional person, too: i’m a very cerebral person given my extensive background in STEM and literature, but i’m also incredibly emotional: going from really sweet and gentle to full-on intense rage. i’ll admit it: i’m a temperamental person. i’ve got a short fuse. i’ve got an intense expression permanently plastered on my face to boot: you know how billie eilish often looks ready to fall asleep most of the time? i’m the diametric opposite. i look like i just had a shot of caffeine and i’m ready to burn the midnight oil (and shove her pretentious man-hating ass out of the way while i’m at it, too).

the thing that makes it better is when i’m safe to express it all. i grew up in a family that strictly forbade anything “negative”, especially anger: although i think the appropriate thing to say is they were “emotionally tone-deaf”. you had to have a smile on your face most of the time and if you didn’t, there was something wrong and you had a permanent “handle with care” sign stuck to your forehead.

whenever my grandmother (who once rolled her eyes at me for crying) or my ab*sive uncle (the guy who fat-shamed me when i was like 10 years old) upset me in some way, and i ran back to my bedroom, my dad would follow me in and basically tell me to stop: he’d tell me to “take a deep breath and calm down” when it was very obvious i couldn’t by the tears streaming down my face and my very loud sobbing. my brother is even worse with it: during the thick of my depression and i wanted to talk to him about it, he basically ignored me. it was like, dude, i don’t give a single fuck if you’re balls deep in dirty diapers and work right now, what kind of brother are you when you don’t listen to your kid sister?

to add insult to injury, when i started recovering and began verbalizing what i went through, he literally assumed that i was still in the depths of it all, which is not at all how it works? they would also assume that my day-long breaks from the world would automatically recharge me: i remember one time i had an anxiety attack - a full blown attack with a racing heart, my digestion going into overdrive, and profuse sweating - and it took me about thirty minutes to calm down, and even then, i was still on edge, my dad texted me and asked “feeling better?” i’m under the throes of intense anxiety that i’m ashamed of talking about even to myself much less another person, does it look like i’m better? i’m not a delicate flower, either: far from it. if anything, i’m stronger than the both of you put together because you shut yourselves out from the whole human experience like the dickwads you are.

not only am i an emotional person but i feel very deeply: when i pay someone a compliment or when i’m crying about something, it’s totally genuine. i genuinely mean it when i call a man “handsome”, or when i feel really attracted to him, or when i tell someone they rock. my emotions show up constantly in my art and my writing, which... i think would explain why no one in my family was very supportive of any art that i made, either, because it’s always a genuine expression of myself as a person.

but when i fully express myself, i’m myself. when i feel safe to do it, i’m myself. and when i’m myself, i’m in my happy place. and if there’s someone out there who can tolerate it, then even better. make my happy place even happier.

#your happy place #mental health #mental health month #journal #journaling #postitforward #text

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Can you tell us more about Marya being a horny mess please? It's such an interesting interpretation of her character and has extra bonus points for the potential to make Tolstoy livid 🤭

Sure! Honestly i don't even feel like I'm going against tolstoy on this one because it's an interpretation i somewhat extrapolated from her canon characterisation.

One of my favourite marya moments (and there are many) is when she gets annoyed at mmelle bourienne for something or else, and her internal response to this is horror at herself for harbouring anything but the most amicable of emotions. So she forces herself to be friendly with amelie, but the repressed animosity is left to fester until it grows into disproportional hatred. A similar thread appears in her relationship to her father - because she believes she has no right to be anything less than loving and appreciative, she represses her negative emotions for him, but they continue to work their way in her subconscious. Speaking of her father, he has a very direct role in reinforcing this pattern of behaviour - when he mocks marya for dressing up for anatole, for enjoying the thought of romance or being courted, this causes such intense shame in her that she tries even harder to rid herself of any romantic inclinations, which is reflected in her social isolation once in moscow. I also love the moment where marya sees anatole making out with amelie and, rather than react in justifiable anger, appears more sympathetic to Amelie than ever, swearing to help her and anatole realise their love for each other. I read this as marya internalising shame so fully that she's relieved at an "excuse" not to indulge in that which she desires, because years of self denial have resulted in pursuit of her own wishes appearing frightening. Although i certainly am not opposed to reading this scene as her lesbianism peeking through and making her all too happy to have a reason to give up on her relationship with anatole lmao

All this to say that marya is an incredible portrayal of freudian repression a hundred years before freud, and particularly of the way one can repress shameful or impossible to realise desires and sublimate them - redirect their libidinal energy - into other, more acceptable pursuits. For freud this is most often art, but in Marya's case i think you can read her as sublimating all her shameful desires or emotions into religion, which is of course a highly moral thing for her to obsess over, providing an even stronger barrier against sinful thoughts than something like an artistic hobby might have. But as always in freud, urges that have been rejected by and banished from the conscious seep into the unconscious, where they threaten to fester and develop. Iirc the metaphor freud uses is that of a blocked water passage which causes the stream to leak through whatever other paths or cracks it can find - this is how you get repressed urges manifesting in weird, roundabout ways like dreams or odd fetishes.

This is kind of what i see happening to marya - both with her anger, which escapes in her teaching nikolushka, and with her desire for sex and romance. But I'm also throwing in a half-serious observational tidbit about how christians who have an unhealthy relationship with their own faith and repress their "sinful" urges sometimes go on to attach so much importance to rituals of self-protection, self-cleansing or self-punishment in hopes of saving themselves from sin that those very rituals end up as subconscious escape routes for the repressed horniness and other undesirable things. This is how you get jokes about medieval catholics being little too into lashing, or about people for whom the religious bliss that comes from prayer borders on the erotic, or about those who are a little too obsessed with staying virgins until marriage...

That's kind of what i was alluding to with the "kinky in that way some xtians are" comment (or however i phrased it). But that's only an aside, the main point is my girl is pushing down all her horniness and one day, hopefully, that bottle is gonna burst and as far as I'm concerned it might as well burst in Helene's nimble fingers. I also think she'd find it fun and gratifying to mess with Marya's head by convincing her that the wild gay sex they're having doesn't count or isn't really sin or something like that, which is obviously a narrative marya would cling to if she did ever slip up and give in to the throes of sodomy

#s #war and peace #maryalene #marya bolkonskaya #helene bezukhova #basically the bolkonskys are repressed as hell and could both use a kuragin to help burst that metaphorical dam.#but then of course theres the shame #and for the record please take everything i say abt freud with a grain of salt i never properly studied his theories #only a few bits here n there #but i figured he'd be useful for the purposes of explanation here so #ask #mynameisemma #isnt is funny how i sat down on my train prepared to listen to music and then spent the entire ride crafting this reply

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Thank you for your response. I appreciate the time that you put.

Felt great talking about this

In fact some things are true

She doesn't tell me much about what happens to her, I'm the one asking her how are things, you know, trying to communicate...

I thought of talking about the relationship now out directly but I feel like if I ask something like this she will close off more, like it was...so I asked her if she can/ wants to meet up, she says no..

I don't want to push it that much but I do too want her to show up for me like I do for her . It's like if I don't ask her anything she won't talk to me at all ( I'm not taking advantage of her or anything about the calls, they were an emergency thing) when we text nowdays it's like sometimes I do see her right there, other times - we are just strangers

It's so interesting how it turned out. We both agreed to keep things diplomatic between us after graduation, no more talking on the daily like it was, but one day there was a huge storm with a lot of floods afterwards and she texted me if I and my family were okay... I was so shocked that she cared like that because she wasn't acting like this the last time we saw each other. She barely agreed to stay diplomatic, you know. So I thought that this was a "green light" for me... and now we both broke our promise and started texting on the daily again but not like the past

Back then the both of us showed multiple times that we would do anything for the another. No questioning on this one.

It's like she just wants to be loved from afar but we can be so much more. I know so many things about her, it's crazy, I know the real her...

I don't know why I always sound like this when the topic is her though , maybe I just exaggerate it in my head. Maybe I just have to accept/ leave things like they are.

Wishing you the best.

( sorry to your followers lmao )

I am ofc not a therapist but I think the reasons for her behaviour can be so many, and may even have nothing to do with you and your relationship. It could be something that happened while you weren't so close, something she realized in her life, something that make her want to stay a little more away from others (at least for now)... maybe she needs to deal with something on her own (sometimes we may get that need to prove ourselves something, not only that we're strong enough -even if the stronger of us are those who ask for help cause they show trust and vulnerability, js, but ofc society doesn't think so plus we fear being judged).

Changes in our behaviour during life can be normal: what/how we feel depends on what we go through and how we react to that, what type of mark it leaves in us and how it triggers us; and tbh even simple things as tiredness can really affect us much more than we can imagine. With this I mean, she can actually just be stressed out for different reasons and this can cause her to dissociate and seem distant even if she doesn't want that. And some days this behaviour can stand out more than others, as some days are just more difficult than others (or you're more attentive: not saying you're not; it's just that sometimes we tend to be more focused on some aspects than others, it's a human thing).

As for the flood-thing, I think for her it was something... kinda normal? I mean it's a risky situation, and wanting to know if someone you care about is safe it's normal, no matter the deal you had. You may have perceived it as extra care cause of your own way to see things (not judgding, just reminding you everyone reacts/thinks/perceives differently for different reasons), but I believe she may be someone pretty sensitive (or was in such a state in that moment). It doesn't mean on other days she doesn't care as much, it means that the risky situation may have caused an emotional unbalance inside of her too, and this may have showed up in her worrying more and reaching out for friends: she unconsciously may have wanted others to do with her, despite when they (you) show up she kinda refuses the help cause her mind doesn't let her open up in order to keep her "safe" (some kind of self sabotage? Again I'm not a therapist so I could be totally wrong: she's the only one who knows the truth or can reach that; but I do think there's some shadow work she needs to do, and maybe she's doing it.) For now, I'd say give her time to figure things out. Wait for her, and sometimes remind her you're there if she ever needs, even in silence, or send her nice/funny stuff. Don't let her isolate too much though, cause this type of things aren't easy to deal with alone. If she doesn't want to talk about what is going on but maybe needs distraction, just find another subject but again, if she just need time alone, let her have it. She'll come back once she's reached a good point, or you'll get to know the truth anyway. Sometimes we overwork without being aware of what we do, thinking of doing something good for others and second guessing ourselves (or maybe thinking doing something good for others may help us feeling better too, but that's not always the case: it can just make us feel more tired); and when we are doubting ourselves we seek for external validation, as I said in the other ask. It's very complicated and a neverending cycle tbh. And we may end up building walls without even being aware of that, for the fear of being hurt once again. Subconscious mind sometimes is pretty powerful and takes control over us without even letting us know.

Honestly, not being a therapist, not knowing her, not channeling, only reading your side of the story, it could be anything. It could be you exaggerating or wanting something she actually thought could give you but found out she cannot (now?) for different reasons; it could simply be her needing to be inside of her mind to heal; it could be that things have changed from how they were and that's just life: no matter how much we'd like it to be, it always run forward never backward. And time never stops. We grow and change so do our relationships, and modify accordingly. Not sure you're interested but you can find some more posts about psychology stuff on @loveyourlovelysoul, maybe you can try and figure out something more from there too. All the best to the both of you :)

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Could you share some tips on how to deal with ocd I recently got diagnosed x

i’m so sorry i just seen this my lovely!! im so glad you felt comfortable enough to ask me, and know my dms are always open if you want a more personal chat about anything!! i’m happy you’ve got a diagnosis, i know that helped me a lot in setting myself straight. i’m not a professional, and i’m sorry if i say the wrong thing but this did help me a little.

this isn’t an exhaustive list, but it’s what i did to begin with to try getting my life back.

firstly, if they’re offering you any kind of therapy, the utter best golden standard (only thing that’ll really help with treating ocd) is exposure and response prevention therapy where you face your obsessions in a safe and controlled manner and slowly work on how to not react the way ocd wants you to. that’s a very simplified stupid explanation but it’s the best way i can describe it cos i’m stupid but yeah. if you can, fight for this treatment or have someone advocating for you. if not, there are a lot of self help tools online that can be a least a little bit of help.

for me, this therapy and the education that came with it was so important so i can keep implementing the behaviours when i struggle or come across a trigger. but the most important thing you can do (and believe me i know how stupid and unrealistic and impossible it sounds right now) is to resist resist resist your compulsions. whether they’re psychical or mental, rumination or hand washing - whatever they are - RESIST when you can, where you can IF you can. tell ocd NO. resisting, for me, was the key. resist the compulsion, but not the thought. let it pass, let it sit, feel the anxiety and then say fuck you ocd.

confide in your family and in your friends. they love and want to help you. even if you think you sound stupid, they won’t think so because this struggle is REAL. let people help you, you deserve it and it’s hard to do this alone. nobody ever judged me the way i feared they would. ever.

some days, i will still give in to a compulsion. because some times my brain just needs me to, and though it’s less than ideal, it works to keep me from a full out relapse because i don’t have access to completing a full course of treatment. you may not always be able to stop compulsions entirely and that’s OKAY. don’t let anyone demonise you and don’t think it takes you back to square one having a slip and completing a compulsion, but also try not to let it suck you back in. you will get so much better and working through the thoughts and realising that you are stronger than them and they do not define you at all. your brain may try to trick you into ‘just one more time’ but there’s never going to be a last time for your ocd, it knows this. you’ll get better at this in treatment i promise. your ocd might HATE treatment, but i promise you it’s so worth it when you get to remission. it never goes away, but you so can co exist without it leading your life the way it so loves to do.

i’m sorry if this is really shit, and i’m sorry you have to deal with such a frustrating and disabling condition, but you are so strong and i believe in you so much my love. if you need anything at all, you know where you can find me ❤️

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weaselfog3 · 2 years

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lavenders-writing · 2 years

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"hey, talk to me"

Hmm.

That was odd.

Midoriya and Bakugou were the most unlikely duo to be seen entering the dorms together at two in the morning, and yet, here they were. Either that, or your eyes were so muddled with sleep that you were beginning to hallucinate.

At this point, you'd probably believe that latter to be more plausible.

The pair were silent for a while, before Midoriya spoke.

"I'm gonna go get some sleep. I'll... see you tomorrow?"

Bakugou gave him a nod in response, and Midoriya set off for the stairs.

Well. That was even odder.

Bakugou, not giving Midoriya a snarky response? He had to be sick or something.

Although...

Looking at him, how his shoulders slumped inward, like he was trying to curl in on himself, you wondered if you were right. Maybe he wasn't physically sick, but...

You watched as he took a seat on one of the couches, his head falling into his hands.

In the dim light of the common room, you could see some bandages wrapped around his forearms, along with one plastered onto his cheek. It didn't exactly cover the angry scrape on his skin that peeked out from under it, and after seeing that, your curiousity peaked. Moving forward, you sat down next to him.

He would be the first one to speak. You highly doubted he'd appreciate it if you pried for information, and he clearly needed some time to think.

You lost track of time, and began to absentmindedly count the different shapes in the area rug underneath the couches, but eventually, he spoke, voice hoarse.

"Why are you here?"

You shrugged. "I was getting water when I saw you two come in."

"But why did you stay?"

"You looked like you needed it," you said softly, tilting your head as your gaze stayed fixed on the rug. "Silent company can be better than none at all."

When he didn't say anything, you quietly added, "And I bet I make better company than Midoriya would right now."

You were only half joking.

He hummed in response. "At least you're quiet."

"I can only imagine how he'd be reacting right now," you said, laughing lightly.

"Ugh."

Leaning back on the couch, you looked over at him. He had taken his face from his hands, and was staring at nothing, eyes half-lidded and dull, which was incredibly uncharacteristic of him.

Being alone with your thoughts could do that to you. You could slip into dark places, and have no one to pull you out.

You gently nudged his leg with your knee. "Hey. Talk to me."

He blinked, eyes coming into focus. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Mm, I'm calling BS on that one, sorry." After a moment of silence, you added, "You don't have to tell me everything. I just want to know if I can help."

"I don't want help."

"Wanting something is different than needing something. And you need help."

"I don't."

You placed your hand on his knee, causing him to turn and meet your eyes. "You do. And that's okay."

Something in his eyes changed, becoming vunerable for a split second before he turned his face away. He drew a breath, obviously intending to say something, but remained silent.

Bringing your other hand up to his cheek, you turned his face toward yours.

"Needing help is okay," you repeated, and something in him broke.

His breath hitched into a sob, and next thing you knew, your arms were around him, holding him together as he feebly tried not to fall apart. Eventually, his hands came up to desperately grip the back of your shirt, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"It's okay," you murmured, tightening your arms around him. "Needing help is okay. And I'll always be here to help you. There's nothing wrong with it. Depending on others is what makes us stronger. You don't have to do this alone."

I didn't know what 'this' was, but I was willing to be there for him regardless. He clearly wasn't okay, no matter how he acted when he was in the public eye.

He'd been through so much.

Too much.

And he'd been through it alone, casting a facade of strength to repel anyone who offered him assistance.

Tears wet the shoulder of your shirt, and you held him just a little tighter, if that was possible at all.

He wouldn't be alone anymore.

"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, once sobs had stopped wracking his body. Smearing any excess tears from his cheeks, he said, "And I don't-- that isn't something that I say often, or lightly, so--"

"I know," you interjected. "I know."

"I didn't want anyone to have to deal with my shit."

You laughed a little, and repeated, "I know."

He tilted his head, narrowing his red and puffy eyes. "Why'd you help me?"

"I had no reason to not. I care about you. We all care about you, Bakugou. And I know that everyone in this class would wholeheartedly back me up on that."

He blinked, meeting my eyes, red irises soft. "Thanks."

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friends (m.)

pairing: lee jeno x fem reader

genre: explicit sexual content | omegaverse | heat sex | unprotected sex | some name calling

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“Your heat’s coming up.” Jeno says, point blank in between bites of his apple. You just nod, taking a break from your notes to side eye him. It’s not odd for him to know intimate details of your life- you do make sure to keep him updated on your cycle just so that he can send you the notes for the days you miss - but it’s not exactly a common subject for the two of you. “Who are you spending it with?”

There are still 13 powerpoint slides for you to grind through, but you figure a small break won’t hurt. Might as well use the conversation topic for something good, aka a reason to slam your laptop shut. You turn to Jeno, giving your best friend your full attention, and take the iced coffee right out of his hand. He doesn’t protest. “No idea. Would call Jaemin but he’s ‘found the one’ or something, so I’ll probably just spend it by myself.”

“By yourself?” Jeno’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as if you’ve just admitted to committing a sin. It’s not like the concept isn’t unheard of, there’s a market full of toys to help you through it. “Isn’t that dangerous?” You shrug and take a sip of the coffee, offering him your smoothie in exchange. He takes a sip and then bites down on your straw. His entire face scrunches and he yanks his face away from the beverage. He pulls the straw up, inspecting the now soggy and dented object with disgust. “Fuck, what is this made out of?”

“Paper.” You huff a laugh out through your nose, taking your smoothie back. “And I mean, it’s not any more dangerous than spending your heat with the wrong person. Plus, my heats get kind of… intense.” If Jaemin sleeping for three days straight and limping after is anything to go by, both parties take the short end of the stick. You’d felt so bad after and apologized to him profusely, but he had just thrown you his signature dazzling grin and told you that drowning in pussy was exactly the way he envisioned himself dying. He definitely didn’t complain about the brownies you’d baked him as a ‘thank you’, though.

“Spend your heat with me.” The bold request has your brain malfunctioning, at a loss for where to even start reacting to his statement. You just stare at him, mouth opening and closing repeatedly while he returns the gaze earnestly. “Look, it makes sense, right? I know you better than anyone, and you already trust me. Plus if they’re as intense as I’ve heard they are, you need someone there.”

You frown, opening your laptop up and staring blankly at the screen just to avoid having to look at Jeno. It does make sense to have him there with you, and it’s not like he’s the worst person to have sex with. Plenty of people around campus have delighted in talking about their nights with Jeno, dreamily telling you how lucky you are to have him and falling deaf to your insistence that the two of you aren’t like that. Plus, you’re not blind and even if you’re not the cute couple everyone thinks you are, you can admit that he’s hot.

“Wait, hang on. What do you mean ‘heard’ about? What shit is Na Jaemin saying?” Jeno’s shoulders shake with his laughter at your sudden concern. “I mean, he didn’t say anything, but that was kind of the problem. He didn’t show up to practice for like a week and when he finally did, he looked like he’d been mauled. Coach had to bench him.”

Your heart drops slightly at hearing that Jaemin’s soccer had been affected. He hadn’t told you that. “Oh.” The guilt must show on your face because Jeno is quickly soothing you, making sure to tell you that they all found Jaemin’s state funny. “Okay, wait. Wouldn’t you have the same problem if you help me?”

“It’s off-season. So, what do you say?” Jeno waits for your response expectantly, eyes soft, curious. “You can say no, y/n. I don’t want to pressure you at all, I’m just letting you know that it’s an option.” “I’ll think about it.” And you do. A concerning amount.

You spend that night tossing and turning, trying and failing to shut your brain off. Worries about ruining your friendship and about hurting Jeno bounce around your brain no matter how much you try to stop thinking about it. What if something bad happens during it? What if you never talk again? And worst of all is your brain telling you that he doesn’t actually want you specifically, he just wants to be with an omega in heat. You’re just convenient.

That thought actually makes you cry and you wrap your blankets even tighter around yourself, sobbing weakly into your pillows. In an effort to distract your wandering mind you grab for your phone, opening instagram to find an influx of dm’s from Jeno. It calms you a bit, the messages ranging from cute dogs to absolutely cursed memes, and you smile softly at the reminder that he’s your best friend, and that he definitely cares about you. Biting your lip, you hesitate for only a few moments before typing out a “you can help”, hitting send before you can second guess it. You lock your phone and set it face down on the dresser, thankfully finding sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

It’s hot when you wake up, clothes clinging to your skin uncomfortably. Peeling your shirt off only gives you relief for a moment but then the sticky heat is back full force. You whimper in misery, trying to snuggle back into your bed for at least some comfort, but you find that the corner of your fitted sheet has come up, the rest of your blankets on the floor. There’s only one pillow near you and it’s soaked in sweat. You panic slightly, frantically yanking your sheets back onto the bed and trying to fluff them up as much as possible, only calming down once the bedding has been fixed to your liking. Only once you’ve settled down in the plushness of your blankets do you have a moment of clarity.

“Oh shit.” You shoot up and search for your phone, dropping it once before finally managing to open the correct app. There’s a few messages from Jeno that you don’t bother looking at, going straight for the ‘call’ button. He picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?” He sounds groggy, like he’s just woken up, and a flash of heat runs through you at the low tone. “Why are you calling me at 5 a.m?”

You manage to stop fantasizing about your best friend long enough to choke out the word “Heat.” It comes out pathetic and whiny and you pause to clear your throat, trying to keep a clear head as well. “I’m sorry, my heat came early and I wanted to call you but you can go back to bed, I didn’t realize-”

“Fuck, okay, I’ll be over in 10.” Jeno cuts off your rambling with a swear, some rustling in the background accompanying his words.

“Thank you.” You whisper, setting the phone down and curling up in bed, trying not to focus on how agonizingly slow the time is passing.

Jeno’s looking down at his shoes when you open the door, kicking idly at the door mat and fidgeting with the bag in his hands, though his head snaps up when he notices you. The smile on his face falters when he inhales, turns a little strained as he gets a taste of your heat, and you honestly give him props for the amount of restraint he has. It’s definitely more than you have, at least, because you’re on him the second he’s inside. He ends up sandwiched between you and the door, bag dangling precariously in one hand while he envelopes you in his strong arms. You don’t (can’t) do anything besides bury your face in his chest and whimper, knowing exactly what you want but being too needy and fuzzy to remedy it.

“Jeno, it hurts.” You whimper and lift your face to nose along the skin just above the collar of his shirt, finding that while the skin to skin contact helps, it doesn’t fully relieve the heat scorching through you, the dull ache screaming for Jeno to take you already. “Please…” He holds you closer to his chest, encasing you fully in his scent, and picks you up bridal style. “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”

Being around Jeno does help to ease your stress, but it also serves to make you needier. The warm scent that you’ve grown to associate with the man is stronger than you’ve ever smelled it and it’s making you lose your mind more and more by the second. You’re worried that you’re drooling by the time he sets you down on your bed. He pauses to drop the bag he’s holding on the floor, and then he’s on top of you, strong arms caging you in.

The first kiss is soft, chaste. It would be cute if you weren’t so fucking needy, but you are and it’s just not enough. Unsatisfied, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, nipping at his bottom lip and tilting your head to the side to get a deeper angle. A groan rumbles in his chest and he returns the kiss with more intensity, trying to take control again. You don’t let him, even if every instinct in your body is screaming at you to just submit.

Jeno shifts on top of you, scooting so that he can fully lay down between your legs. You wrap your limbs around him on instinct, pulling him as close as you possibly can and- oh. The close proximity means that you feel everything when he grinds down, and the feeling of having him so close to where you need him has any semblance of control that you had draining out of your body. You gasp pitifully, annoyance clawing at you from the amount of fabric blocking you from what you want.

“Please,” You almost sob, tugging at his shirt while trying to grind your lower half against his, the pressure of his cock against your center making your eyes roll. Jeno pulls back to yank his shirt off and then he’s back, hands sliding down your body to your panties, tugging the fabric down as far as he can before he growls in frustration and just rips the fabric in half.

“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jeno moans in awe, breaking the kiss yet again to marvel at your pussy. “Bet I could just slip right in.” He drags his fingers through the slick on your upper thighs, eyes glued between your legs. You’re just about to complain when he finally presses his fingers into you. The initial relief has you moaning sweetly, though it quickly turns to impatient pleas for his cock. You clench around his fingers, reaching a hand down to palm over where he strains against his sweats.

“I need you to fuck me.” You beg, looking at him with what you hope is a convincing expression. “Please Jen, I need you.” “You have me.” He promises you, flicking his wrist faster, curling his fingers just right. “I’m right here baby.” It’s sweet, and under normal circumstances it would be enough, but right now it’s not what you need and the frustration has you on the brink of tears.

You buck your hips and try to arch up as if it’ll magically make him slip in, but Jeno remains as patient and controlled as ever. It’s too hot and every part of your body is screaming for him to fuck you, for him to claim you, and his refusal is killing you. “Alpha please, I need you.”

He absolutely snarls, pinning down your wriggling body with one hand around your throat. The other hand stays between your legs where it continues to strike pleasure into every single nerve ending you have, adding to the fire already coursing through your veins. “What you need is to take what your Alpha’s giving you. You’re not in charge here, okay?” With his face pressed so close to yours you have no choice but to make direct eye contact, staring straight into the most intense gaze you’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown out so wide that his eyes are almost black. Unable to tear your eyes away and as if in a trance, you find yourself nodding. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Good girl. Now listen to your Alpha and cum.”

It happens almost instantaneously, as if his words were directly connected to a trigger, your body exploding just as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your entire body locks up, mind going blank as the immense pleasure takes hold of you, leaving you clawing at his back and screaming silently into the air.

The orgasm only serves to thicken the haze in your mind, clouding any thoughts that aren’t related to the Alpha above you and his cock. It takes a moment for your eyes to finally come back into focus enough to make out your surroundings, and you’re greeted by the sight of Jeno with his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence off of his digits. You’re burning so hot, so much hotter than you think you’ve been before, and it’s hard for you to function. All you can think about is his cock.

“Please,” You beg, swatting at him weakly. “Alpha please, I need you so bad.”

There’s no way that Jeno isn’t being affected by the pheromones clouding the air, but he manages to appear unbothered, his actions rough but nowhere near as desperate as yours. He just laughs lightly at your begging. “Aww, baby needs me?” The rhetorical question is punctuated by a slap, his hand coming down on your pussy hard enough to draw a yelp from you, thighs closing on his hand in a conflicting attempt to relieve the pressure from the hit and keep his hand on your cunt. He laughs meanly and pulls his hand away, drawing back slightly to spit onto your already soaking pussy, rubbing the spit into your skin while he talks. “This pussy belongs to me, yeah? You’re mine now.” Jeno leans down, mouth at your neck so that he can bite at the skin. “That means that I can do whatever I want with you.” You can’t speak, can’t even begin to think about what you should say in this situation. He presses a kiss to your jaw before pulling back and uses his free hand to turn your head so that you make eye contact with him. “Tell Alpha what you need.” “Need Alpha in me.” You beg, plead, flipping yourself over onto your hands and knees and arching your back, presenting yourself to him. “Need your knot, need you to fill me up, breed me, Alpha please-” Your sentence is cut off by his cock slamming into you, the filthy sound being drowned out by his groan. You gasp in relief, breathy thank you’s leaving you with each powerful thrust he delivers. His cock stretches you out so well, makes you go dizzy with the relief of finally having him in you. Your elbows give out nearly instantly, your chest hitting the mattress, and Jeno takes instant advantage of the new position to pull your hips even higher into the air.

It’s so good- almost too good- and it leaves you drooling and clawing at the sheets. All you can focus on is how well he’s fucking you, how he’s going to fill you up so well, breed you like he was meant to.

You scream when he pulls out, alarm bells going off as your body instantly protests. It only lasts a second though, Jeno’s hands never leaving your body as he flips you onto your back.

“Couldn’t see you,” Jeno pants out, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth and pushing back in, returning back to the brutal rhythm he had before. It has your eyes rolling in your head at how fucking good he feels. “My pretty baby, taking everything I give her.”

He’s got you so fucked out that you don’t even realize your tongue is hanging out of your mouth until he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it out even more. “You love my cock, hmm? You love everything I give you.” The pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, the sensation making your toes curl and tears slide down your cheeks. “Such a fucking needy omega, isn’t that right?” He tugs on your tongue, your head following his actions as he leads you into nodding.

Jeno laughs and lets go of your tongue, dropping his face down to kiss at your neck. He sucks mark after mark into your skin, licking over each one to soothe it after, until he finally gets to your most sensitive, vulnerable spot. Even just the feeling of him close to your mating mark has your entire body aching for it, your neck craning to the side and pushing into his touch. The leverage you get from your legs wrapped around his waist has him pushing even deeper into you and you can feel his knot at your entrance, not quite fully swollen but definitely getting there. It has you absolutely keening, the thought of being so totally owned making you desperate.The sweet drag of his cock along your walls paired with the absolute filth he’s spewing has your body locking up with no warning, your orgasm ripping through you. You arch off the bed, the action only pushing you further onto his cock.

“God y/n, fuck!” Jeno curses, slamming his hips into you with even more force, his knot popping into your entrance and forcing the neediest sound you’ve ever made to leave your lips. You desperately wrap your limbs around him, trying to get him even closer, digging your heels into his ass to push him further inside. He grinds his hips against you one, two, three more times before he shudders, teeth clamping down right on your sweet spot as he comes. Jeno seems to come forever, filling you up with delicious warmth, making your body purr in satisfaction. He finally comes down, having the clarity of mind to tip the two of you onto your sides so that he doesn’t crush you when he collapses. He still tugs you close, arm thrown around your body possessively, his chin resting atop of your head.

“Told you it was intense.” You laugh out, trying to break the silence in the room. The heat’s subsided for now, but you’re still barely in your mind, and you have no idea how long the break will last.

He huffs out a laugh, chest shaking against you. “I understand Jaemin now.” His hand pets over your back, sliding up to the back of your neck and scratching lightly at the skin there. “You alright?” “Mhmm, yeah. Perfect.” His fingertips press lightly against the mating mark, sending sparks shooting down your spine, and it has your head spinning. You try to adjust yourself against him in an effort to keep your cool, but moving has his cock shifting inside of you and you sleepily grind against him, not thinking. Jeno hisses and tightens his grip on you to keep you still, but the way he grabs your leg has him shifting inside of you and pressing against all the right places. Heat floods through you and your grinding turns more urgent.

“Ohgod,” You moan, finding enough strength to push Jeno flat on his back. Your body has a mind of its own and you find yourself bouncing desperately on his cock. His knot has you locked into place and you’re barely able to move, but you can still swirl and grind your hips against him, feel the delicious friction of his knot against your entrance. “Alpha, it feels so good.”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucking knotdrunk, hmm? Can’t get enough.” Jeno shakes his head, laughs in a way that’s meant to mock you but it comes out strained. His hands are heavy on your ass, squeezing and slapping to feel the way it jiggles, to feel the way you clench around him with every hit. You throw your head back and let him do as he pleases, losing yourself entirely in how full you feel, in how good his knot feels in you. He buries his face into your chest, moving one hand from your ass to play with your tits, his mouth wasting no time in marking the delicate skin up.

“Shit baby, gonna make me cum again.” His lips seal over your mating mark again in a sloppy kiss and that’s exactly the final push that you need, your eyes rolling back and your tongue lolling out as your cunt spasms around him, orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. Jeno groans as well, hand flying to your back to pull you as close as possible, and his knot pulses inside of you as you swear you feel more cum shoot out.

He shudders against you, tight grip finally relaxing, though he still keeps you anchored to his chest. You follow suit, collapsing against him. A tired moan leaves you and you let yourself relax, lips absentmindedly mouthing at his skin. His hand pets your back soothingly, touch heavy and sluggish, and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his lips on your forehead.

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