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i-only-came-here-for-my-fandoms · 2 years

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All except 44 for Crimson for the ask game :)

*cracks knuckles* remember, you asked for this

1. She’s the type of person who that’ll happen to only when she’s in a bad mood, so it’ll just kinda make her mood worse (least till she cuddles with gold nehehe)

2. Hot chocolate chocolate with the mini marshmallows

3. Um, honestly anyplace quiet and with no/few people she trust deeply

4. Consistently going out of your way to severely harm her or her friends (lemons on a list at this point and on thin ice (not too seriously though shhh just between us) )

5. Umm, not made by themselves, gold sometimes calls her crimmy (thank you for the idea btw) and other friends sometimes call her crim for short (once again thank you)

6. Mainly books that have nothing bad w in them (so no death or the like, teeth rotting fluff baybeee) or books some would consider “for kids” (read whatever you want kids, cringe culture is dead <3)

7. Honestly kinda a mix? Like base is just introvert, however if it’s someone who’s trying to get to a friend for bad reasons, then she’s gonna stand up and make herself look bigger

8. They like to think of them self’s friendly (when they can actually talk to the new person on their own)

9. Again, harming/attempting to harm any of her close friends (or pokemon)

10. Hmmm… kinda depends on context or the situation I guess? Like don’t be insensitive or a jerk and she’ll probably laugh at least somewhat

11. They’ll enjoy the occasional prank every now and again, everything in moderation is good. They’ll definitely fall for one though if it isn’t blatant (like shock gum probably)

12. We’ll, since she is code, it’s at least very hard for her to get sick, thus actually never has to go to a doctor, though if she did, then she’d mainly be chill… unless there’s needles, she doesn’t like needles or anything really being injected in her

13. For a home day, just what she slept in lol, but, if she’s going out then just a t-shirt and jeans will do (sometimes she’ll go in her “game outfit” is she really want to but that’s usually reserved for some type of adventure)

14. It’s pretty easy honestly, ether be nice or give food, that’s all you really need to do

15. Ummm, her hair I guess? If she’s in her “outfit” then it’ll tend to be that, but if it’s an average outfit then ether the grey eyes or the long hair (if she doesn’t have it up)

16. Just general niceness and perhaps a similar social battery to them (so they do t feel bad when the other wants to do all these things but crimson just wants to stay home and eat goldfish) she never expected a love interest, so golds all we’re getting

17. Gold. Very easily gold. She can also be soft around glitchy or Steven, but it’s mainly gold who’s she’s softy around. It’s a bit hard to be soft at the beginning (*ahem* deletion of her world and thinking it was her that caused it till she learned a while later *ahem*) but she definitely gets around to it

18. Never seen it, sorry

19.umm, probably when she couldn’t get out of their gameboy and was stuck there, in the dark void, with only their main Pokémon who was also pretty much mangled, thinking everything was because she tried to talk to one of the developers

20. One of her many Pokémon dolls that she sleeps with

21. Again, one of her Pokémon dolls (or gold/her Pokémon)

22. Depends, sometimes she’ll eat the same bag of goldfish throughout the whole day, and sometimes she’ll forget to eat at all till gold reminds her and they eat together (he’ll also stop her from just eating all day if need be)

23. Cinnamon rolls, she honestly doesn’t really care who makes them if they’re the pillsbury thing, but if they’re homemade Steven has it down pat somehow

24. Kinda like glitchy, she has good control over technology, but unlike glitchy she can use gameboys as mini portals to ether specifically a Pokémon cartridge or just wherever the other gameboy is

25. Sometimes she’ll accidentally glitch minorly in public and have to make sure it didn’t get worse and stop it (tends to just resort to bathroom if in party or restaurant or something to calm down)

26. Yes absoulty

27. Entirely depends on the kid, though likes to think all of them are at least trying to be good (unlike glitchy)

28. They’d just have a tumblr and watch YouTube and twitch, nothing else incase someone who worked on her finds her

29. The only reason the house doesn’t look worse is because gold helps with the cleaning and maintaining as well, so crimson didn’t have to suffer alone as well

30. … depends. Mainly on mood I guess. Sometimes she’ll be totally ok with a plan going awry and just wings it, other times she’ll be in a near total panic if plans go even slightly bad

31. Goes to goodwill/thrift store and looks for a good mask they like and a somewhat nice dress, they know they aren’t the main even anyway so it’ll be fine

32. Again, nice dress but not princess like, if with gold, might even go In suit just because

33. Definitely shy, will stick by anyone she knows side till it’s time to leave

34. They do not have a license, do not let her drive/lh but actually, they just walk everywhere, sometimes uses her roller skates

35. If lovers, again gold just kinda happened (not that she’s complaining) but for friends? Look at 16

36. Honestly I don’t plan on making a “page” for them anytime soon, so everything I say about them is off page!

37. Probably not just Some Guy(Tm) but depending on the dude, it could range anywhere to gold himself, to Steven and glitchy, or bellze, or if it’s really bad, all

38. Cuddle with gold and just watching random videos on the tv

39. At most, maybe watching YouTubers others would find “cringe” but she considers cringe culture dead, so nothings really a “guilty” pleasure

40. Go after them in their dream dreams and give ‘em just a few bruises

41. Punch back and win the fight that was started

42. We’ll, they don’t really have a “birthday” besides whenever she was made or her kinda “coded” one she grew up with, but she’s uncomfy with both so she just picks a random day each year and eats cake

43. … maybe true neutral? Or lawful neutral? Honestly don’t fully know

44. Skip

45. Also unknown

46. Not really? At least not enough to consider herself religious and things like that, but she knows arceus is out there so.. that’s gotta at least count for something, right?

47. Typically gratitude, and if possible will try to do something nice in return

48. Again, depends on the day, some days she’s just happy, and others they are one mean comment to snapping and taking refuge in the bathroom (till gold or close friend comes to the rescue)

49. Mainly just being trapped again, with no way out or to contact anyone again…

50. They sleep like a rock, they would probably accidentally sleep through a tornado or something, unless it’s a nightmare, In Which case thankfully it’s fairly easy to wake her up

#thanks for the ask!#crimson #GOD this was long #sorry for taking a while to answer #I promise it was all writing this #mmm the self projection in this one is strong <3 #I’ll try to see if I can base less of myself on crimson sometime i the future I promise #don’t know how much though

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)

Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.

A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.

The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.

The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.

After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.

Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.

—

Flashback

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”

Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.

“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.

A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.

“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”

—

The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.

Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.

This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.

He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.

Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.

Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.

“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.

He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”

“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.

“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.

“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.

“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.

“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.

“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“

“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.

“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.

“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.

“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.

—

The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.

Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.

“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.

“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“

“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.

“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.

“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.

“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”

The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”

Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”

The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.

With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.

—

7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.

The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.

“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.

The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”

“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”

“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.

“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.

“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.

Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.

For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.

Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.

Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.

“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”

With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”

—

You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.

“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.

—

‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.

And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.

Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”

—

You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.

“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.

“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.

“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”

You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”

“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”

His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.

“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.

“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk abou-“

“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”

You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”

“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“

“You don’t know that-“

“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.

“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.

“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“

“No, Y/N-“

“Bakugou-“

“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.

Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.

Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”

“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.

“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.

“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.

“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.

“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.

“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.

“Let me go!”

“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.

“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.

“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.

“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”

—

You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.

You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.

Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.

“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”

You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.

“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.

“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.

“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“

*SMACK*

You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.

“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.

“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.

“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.

“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”

He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?

You cried.

A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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kemakoshume · 3 years

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𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬 [yuuji x roommate reader]

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 – 𝔪𝔡𝔫𝔦 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ~ this was a p w/o p... then i blinked and there was plot :’D warnings: oral (fem receiving) & penetrative sex. slight degradation kinkiness (puppy is said). just good old fashioned, sloppy nasty (SAFE, for once) sex. you know the vibes. fem!reader. the slightest of slight dubcon cw’ings for drinking ~ reader is a chubby reader in my mind, no explicit body descriptions are in this though. [4.1k... by accident].

[imagine being roommates with yuuji at the beginning of this dumpster fire of a pandemic] ❀✿＊*

You decided to room together after you finished college. Both adults with newly minted diplomas, and entry-level jobs that did not allow for either of you to live on your own. So, you took inventory. After a few short hours of pouring over your moderate list of friends, you both quickly realized you were each other's best bet. Overnight you were now officially college friends turned roomies with Yuuji Itadori. What could go wrong?

Apparently the entire state of the world. That's what.

The first few months you two lived together went surprisingly smoothly. You both worked opposite schedules: him working mainly in the day as a trainer doing boxing lessons, while you worked overnight in a care facility not too far from your home.

The two of you had been close enough to consider each other “friends” more than acquaintances in college, but admittedly, you weren’t actually around him very much while you were in school. Not in this same capacity, at least. You knew how he partied, and treated people, and studied, but you didn’t know how the guy lived.

You were pleasantly surprised to find that Yuuji cleaned up after himself well enough, at least in your shared spaces. He rarely left out mess or grime that he knew would irritate you and cause unnecessary stress. he cooked for you a lot. He knew that if he didn't make you food with actual vegetables, you would either eat like crap (eating food at your work that should not be legal to advertise as nutritious), or he knew you wouldn't eat enough at all.

You often woke up in the late afternoon to see a lunchbox packed in the fridge, almost always with a note since Yuuji tended to be off somewhere with friends or asleep recovering from work in his bed. You came home in the early mornings to the same, seeing food placed out for you with a note since the trainer was normally gone and active for the day by then.

He was quite literally the best thing you could've imagined. Around enough with a presence and personality that filled your space even when he was gone, but with enough room between you that you could miss him, despite living in the same place. That space gave you distance from any feelings that could bloom and complicate things, and that was fine for a while.

Being his friend and his roommate was easy, at least until things took a turn and the world quite literally fell apart. both of you had to work your jobs from your shared apartment, and subsequently went from barely seeing each other to being stuck together almost 24/7. There were no more secrets about how you spent your time away from each other, no other face-to-face interaction from friends outside of your bubble to distract you, no one else to run to for fulfilling your urges. no one else to spend time with... but each other. Things could’ve been worse though. There were worse people to talk to, and look at, and spend time with. Regardless, it was still a shock when randomly, seemingly out of nowhere, he asked you...

“Hey, when’s the last time you went on a date?” Yuuji asked you one night, munching absentmindedly on a piece of toast, leaning over the sink in your kitchen to let the crumbs cascade down the drain.

Plates didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did.

“Like... forever ago,” you said, making a face that spelled out “We’ve been stuck inside for over a month, dumbass.”

“I mean, duh. Dating with a virus going around like... isn’t happening,” he said, absentmindedly flipping through rows and rows of potential shows for you to watch, “But, even before this, I don’t know when you had time to go out. You slept all day and worked nights and on the weekends.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong. You pondered, thinking over your last few months before the pandemic. It wasn’t that you couldn’t make time to meet someone, or that you couldn’t meet someone, you just always felt like you didn't particularly need anyone around. Specifically, a boyfriend, to feel fulfilled. you had a career that stimulated you, friendships, and your own thoughts to occupy your time. When you got bored, you had every streaming service possible, a vibrator, and a whole laundry list of new hobbies to try in case whatever you were doing at the moment lost your interest.

You didn’t exactly desire to constantly have another human underneath you, always in your business and your space, and you never really had. But, the way things were, you missed human touch. More so, you missed the plethora of opportunities to create new connections if and when you wanted to. You hated not having the choice.

But then, there was Yuuji, coming through the front door every morning with thoroughly disinfected bags of takeout food from your favorite shop down the road. He’d come in at night after getting groceries ordered from your local market, and cook dinner for the two of you to eat while you worked through your “need to watch” list. What did you need a boyfriend for when he was there?

“Dating just felt like a waste of time then, honestly. My work hours made keeping something steady going really hard, and most of the people I met were either boring or slimeballs anyway. Should’ve taken it more seriously while I could’ve I guess. Oh well,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the couch in your living room, “What about you?”

“What about me?” he questioned, plopping himself down onto the couch next to you, a cold beer in hand.

He dropped the TV remote in your hand, letting you take the wheel on deciding the film for the night since he’d chosen the last four times. You scrolled back to the top of the screen to switch over to your own profile on your shared streaming account. You slid over to the left, scrolling down to find the “play random” button, and let film gods chose your viewing experience for the evening on it’s own.

“You know,” you continued as the opening credits rolled, distracting both of you just before the movie title rolled on screen, “Were you dating before lockdown started? I know things didn’t work out with “he who shall not be named, for the time being” but were you starting to see other people?”

“Hm. Yeah, kinda,” he said matter of factly, downing a deep swig of his beer.

“Kinda?” you said, furrowing your brows, “What does “kinda” mean?”

“Well, it uh,” he stuttered, “It just means I was seeing some people, just not in any formal kind of way. Nothing serious enough that it lasted once we had to decide to either forego seeing each other for an undecided amount of time, or basically move in with the person. I was just going with the flow, keeping things casual.”

“Ah, “casual,” you said, making air quotes around the word, “That’s guy talk for: I was fucking any and everything that walked with no plans of commitment. No judgment here, just find it interesting that you’re trying to downplay it.”

He raised his eyebrows at that, before scrunching his face in a way that you found pretty damn adorable.

“I wasn’t... I mean, I didn’t always, not really,” he sputtered, trying and failing to come up with the words to defend himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded, “Of course. You totally weren’t already out on the prowl by the time I left for work. You were at nightly church gatherings where you made plans to feed the needy, right?”

He scoffed, taking another deep sip from the brown opaque bottle, drinking past the halfway point. He wasn’t as close to you as he physically could be, there was definitely enough space between the two of you that he’d have to very pointedly make an effort to touch you, or vice versa, but you could already feel the heat radiating from his body rising from the alcohol.

“Okay, okay. Yeah, I was normally out hooking up with somebody. My job gets the blood flowing, yunno? And, not to be big-headed or anything, but people kinda tend to throw themselves at me. I just reciprocate the energy given to me,” he shrugged.

“Sure, that didn’t sound cocky in the slightest,” you scoffed, turning your attention towards the TV as you let your body fully melt into the couch.

A girl was giving a mafia don a blowjob on a plane. A very aggressive blowjob at that. With... spit running down her jaw, and the side of what had to be a dildo masquerading as his cock was visible, going in and out of the woman’s mouth at an uncomfortably brisk pace.

“Oh,” you breathed, the air instantly being pushed from your lungs.

You could see Yuuji in your peripheral vision, and he looked calm, way calmer than you were sure you looked.

“Oh? This is what you chose for your movie pick?” he said, the tone of his voice dipping lower than you’d ever heard it aside from when he was recently roused from sleep, “Why was everyone raving about how “sexy” this movie’s supposed to be, exactly? Looks like he’s trying to force his dick through her skull by way of her mouth.”

You chuckled, reaching over to punch him lightly in the arm.

“Okay, say less. I’ll just,” you said, reaching to grab the remote from where you’d sat it on the coffee table in front of you.

Yuuji reached faster, grabbing the remote before you’d even had a chance to stretch out your fingers for it.

“What the fuck?” you giggled, pawing at him for the remote while he held it just out of your reach, “Give it. I’ll just pick something else.”

He shook his head no, turning his eyes back to look at the screen illuminating your shared space.

“How about we make this a drinking game instead?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow at you, “Take a sip every time they say a cringe nickname, or someone sucks a dick.”

“A sip or a shot?” you questioned, just as the lead said the nickname “babygirl” for the third time in two minutes.

Yuuji’s brows shot up to touch the ends of his hair that had fallen in his face, looking at you like the TV had answered the question for him.

“I’d rather not have to call an ambulance and go to a hospital, during all of this insanity and in this economy, because we decided to get alcohol poisoning... for fun.”

“Fair enough,” you nodded, lifting yourself off the couch to go grab yourself an apple ale, and another boring beer for Yuuji.

You weren’t dressed in anything super nice, or intentionally provocative, but you did notice the way Yuuji glanced down your body when you walked back over to the couch and sat down with him. Your thighs were exposed in the short pajama bottoms you’d thrown on fresh from the wash, and you were in a t-shirt you were pretty sure belonged to him, only very very stretched out and too big for him in the first place.

“Thanks,” he mumbled when you handed him his beer.

"Cheers,” you said, clanking your bottles together once you pressed play and the movie began again.

Almost immediately, there was another “babygirl” and the drinking game had begun.

“Game on,” you said, taking your first full swig of your drink.

“I’m gonna be a good sport and ignore the fact that I’m a drink ahead of you already,” Yuuji said, his voice still at that deliciously low tone that you could have gotten drunk on alone, “May the best liver win.”

You only make it about two-thirds of the way through the film before you were pretty solidly buzzed. The warmth from the alcohol radiated through your veins, and that warmth had officially found it’s way between your legs.

The movie was awful, god-awful, and both you and Yuuji had consistently been cracking jokes throughout almost the entire runtime, but sex was still sex. The leads of the movie, mainly the woman, were both intimidatingly gorgeous. The film held nothing back when it came to the sex scenes (despite how irritating it was that the guy’s dick was never not in some woman’s mouth), and the two actors looked good together in every erotic scene the director could’ve gotten them to simulate sex in.

Still, you couldn’t lie... it was turning you on. Especially a certain scene in a very large shower, and despite the horrifically confusing, bland ass plot.

Yuuji’s jokes had died down the more alcohol that entered his system, as did yours, so you were now just sitting together. Two buzzed, single, friendly adults watching two other grown adults simulate sex on a screen for another whole hour.

“I wonder how they got it to look so realistic when he’s eating her out,” Yuuji commented, taking a sip of beer that finished off his third bottle.

You drank too, now finished with your second.

“I don’t know but it does look like... really real,” you said, your mind adrift with thoughts that had little to do with the two movie leads.

Yuuji was too hot next to you. You could feel the warmth from his body coming off in little distracting waves. Was he warm to the touch? Did he feel the heat pooling in his stomach, just like you were?

You dared a glance over at the pink-haired man next to you, shocked that he met your gaze. You just sat like that for what felt like forever, staring into each other’s eyes.

“When was the last time someone touched you that way?” he whispered, alluding to what was happening on screen.

You shook your head, trying and failing to remember the last time you’d had time to meet someone, let alone when someone had pleasured you that way.

“That long?” he said, moving his hand from it’s place on the couch onto the exposed skin of your thigh, “Do you want to be touched that way again?”

His eyes were so soft when they looked into yours. His fingers featherlight as he lightly rubbed his thumb against your delicate skin.

You nodded your head, not wanting to use your voice for the fear of sounding too eager, too needy.

You see it coming when he turns his torso, bringing his right arm up to cup your face with his large, impossibly warm hands. Then, without a word, your lips are pressed against his. Hungry and eager and needy, yet still so precise. Despite the alcohol he has running through his veins, he’s still composed. In control and passionate while dictating the pace of the kiss. You let your mouth relax, opening up to welcome his tongue into your mouth while you let your fingers tangled in his pale pink hair.

He lifts his legs onto the couch, lifting himself up so he’s above you. He reaches down to grab your legs by the back of your knee, pulling them up onto the couch as well. He crowds into your space, forcing you to move your body down until your clothed back is touching the cool leather of your couch.

You open up for him, letting him slot himself between your spread legs before pulling him back down to kiss you. He nipped at the underside of your chin with his teeth, kissing his way down your neck, and across your collarbones. When Yuuji rubs his body against yours, you don’t miss the feeling of his firm length rubbing against you as he does so.

“Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be,” you tease, a sly smile gracing your face as he stops his assault of kisses and nips of his teeth against your chin, “Already hard just for me?”

You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him to punctuate your point.

“Fucking tease,” he chuckled, sliding his arms beneath your body, “What happened that cute little puppy-dog look you were giving me a second ago? Hm?”

The trainer picked you up in an instant, making you feel like a rag doll with how easily he handled your weight. You let it happen as he settles you on his hips, kissing a hickey onto your neck while he carries you to his bedroom.

Your body bounces a bit when tosses you onto his bed unceremoniously.

“Take off your clothes,” he instructs, all the playfulness gone from his tone as he walks around the foot of his bed.

You hear the ruffle of foil-lined plastic as Yuuji digs through his dresser drawer, plucking a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawer after he removes his own shirt.

You slowly removed your bra and slid off your pajama shorts while you stared at him, licking your lips at the sight of his firm, toned body. You were still in your panties and covered by your oversized cotton t-shirt when he’s back on top of you again, a scowl on his brow when he looks at your still covered body.

“Trying to hide the goods or something princess?” he says, pawing at your waist beneath the shirt while he toys with the hem of the fabric, “Don’t tell me my pretty girl is secretly shy after all?”

You softly shook your head no, deciding in the moment to brave any insecurities that might have been looming in the recesses of your mind. Yuuji saw you literally everyday. He knew what you looked like and was obviously interested anyway. Fuck it.

You took off your shirt, exposing your bare breasts and torso to your roommate.

“Fuck,” he said, pushing you back against his pillows, “You’re gorgeous. This is what you’re hiding under your pajamas and work clothes all the time?”

His gaze on your body is intense, like he would lick and devour every part of you if he had the time. He gave himself a moment to drink up the sight before he’s kissing you again, his tongue melting into yours as he licked into your mouth before he moved down.

He took one of your breasts into his mouth, wrapping his index finger and thumb around your other nipple. His free hand roamed the length of your body, caressing all the exposed skin his hands could touch. Eventually he lowered his hand down, running his fingers along the damp wetness of your slick soaked panties.

“Fuck,” he groaned, releasing your tit from his mouth, “You want this so bad, huh?”

You nodded, aching and hot all over from the mounting tension in your body, like a rubberband being stretched to it’s limits before it popped.

“Please?” you moaned, “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you baby,” he said, a cocky grin kissing the corners of his lips, “Do you want more?”

You nodded your head furiously, pulling him into a sloppy kiss while you rutted yourself against his hand.

“I thought only puppies humped but I guess I was wrong,” he teased, applying pressure to your clit through the fabric, “Are you gonna be a good little puppy for me tonight baby?”

You nodded again, a weak, “yes,” spilling from your lips.

“Tell me exactly what you want. Beg for it like a good little slut.”

You cried out for him to touch you, lick you, do whatever he wanted to do with you as he lowered himself down, kissing closely but not on the spot that you wanted him to.

He took off your panties, throwing them somewhere on the floor of his bedroom.

You noticed him taking the slightest (unintentional, maybe) sniff of your musky scent, before he lowers his mouth to your clit.

The pleasure is instant when he finally licks a wet stripe up your already soaked folds, latching his mouth onto your clit while alternating between suction and his long tongue.

“Oh,” you moaned, letting your head loll back against the pillows.

You can’t help but eventually look down again the closer you got to your climax, unable to fathom that your roommate, this unbelievably sexy man that called you a friend, was making you feel this way.

Yuuji looks up at you too, relaxing his mouth for a moment and running his thumb through your folds.

“Stop with that look,” Yuuji said, taking advantage of the opportunity to speak while his fingers toyed with your clit.

“What look?” you moaned, just as his fingers hit the perfect motion on your swollen little bud.

“That look,” he said jutting out his chin to motion to your face, “That look like you want me to fucking break you. So fucking needy while you have the nerve to be so sloppy and wet for me like this.”

He exchanges his fingers for his mouth, going back to meeting your slippery cunt with firm flicks of his tongue, letting his nose swipe across your clit when he fucks you with it.

You didn’t last much longer after that. The pleasure built to a blinding fever pitch, ending in you dripping your juices down the length of Yuuji’s neck.

You lick the trail of slick up the span of his neck until you reached his lips, grabbing feverishly at his cotton sweatpants, helping him slide the offending fabric off of his body.

Yuuji’s dick sprang free, hanging hard and heavy between his legs. He wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, though still pretty noticeably big, but god he was easily the thickest.

“I want you to ruin me,” you moaned, rutting against nothing but the air, begging for friction, “Fuck me like you want me.”

“I do want you,” Yuuji said, sliding on a condom that he’d sat on the edge of the headboard above you, “I’ve wanted you for years, how did you never know that?”

“I,” you whined, the feeling of the stretch almost overwhelming when he entered you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders for stability as he angled his hips, fucking into you like he knew you wouldn’t break, at least not easily.

“Fuck, I wanted you too,” you cried, relaxing as much as you could to allow every inch into you, “I just, ah, I didn’t want to ruin things.”

He adjusted you both, leaning back so he could look at your face while he fucked into you. Though, you had hid your eyes behind your arms, a choked moan escaping your mouth when his cock nearly hits your cervix.

“Hands down.” he chastises, slowing down his movements but fucking deeper into you, “I want to see you. Fucking... waited so long to make you mine. Waited so long to see you this way, all stretched out on my cock. I wanna see that pretty face when you cum again for me.”

Neither of you last very long after that. The way he angles his hips is heaven and his hand rubbing sinfully tight, fast, circles against your swollen clit feels sinfully sweet like honey.

“Yuuji, I,” you cry, cumming with his name on your lips.

“Please,” he says, as he does the same, cumming into the latex around his cock with your name on his.

He collapses next to you and you both catch your breath. Both of your bodies are grossly sticky and sweaty and a shower together would be perfect after this, you think. You can tell both of you are swimming in thought about what just happened. The silence in the room was louder than anything either of you could say. But for some reason, when he turns his head to look at you, and there’s something you could mistake for love there... things feel okay. You’re there, together in his bed, in your shared home, and that’s all that matters for now. The semantics of what this all means can wait until the morning.

For now, you accept it when Yuuji carries your spent body into the bathtub of his room, and you let him wash your body, and you don’t question anything when he pulls you back into his bed for the night.

You just let sleep take you, and put everything else in the back of your mind for when the sun shines again.

tysm for reading! i cross posted on ao3 if you’d like to bookmark it ~~~ xox

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static-fanatic-1 · 4 years

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Can I request >Kidnapped(And Coming Around) Darling< with Overhaul, Tamaki, Setsuno and Chronostasis + Illumi, Kurapika and Milluki?

Overhaul w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• He is honestly relieved that you are coming around. I mean he is the type to want things to go smoothly without many problems, so you coming around to his affection(?) is a bonus in his eyes. He wouldn’t really stop what he does if you caught against him or not, but he is happy you have slowed down.

• He probably won’t be anymore linient than before, after all he basically controls every aspect of your life. I do think he will be more willing to get you materialistic things like books or new colored pencils for your art. Nothing really electronic though, no need for you to be tainted by the plagued world.

• After so much progress on your part, finding out you were kidnapped will royally piss him off. Did you trick him into getting something you could use to escape? You seemed so genuine. What did you use to escape, he’ll make sure to never get anything like that again! All these questions come to a halt when he figures out you are being used for ransom against him. He will completely destroy your kidnappers, no mercy for what they had done.

• When he brings you back home you will be monitored 24/7 and made sure you aren’t tricking him with your kindness. He will be relieved you are back, but will honestly stress more metaphorical chains to keep you safe away from the sick world.

Tamaki w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Tamaki, the sweet anxious boy I want to hug and say everything will be alright, is a bit delusional. At first he sort of blames himself for you not liking him, so when you come around it is like a first kiss. He will slowly come to realize it isn’t him that making you uncomfortable, you were just shy. He will almost treat you like a child, feeding you is one of his favorite things.

• When you are taken he will be heartbroken, thinking you were just tricking him to get away from him. After all he never was the best, but he still tried. Tamaki will be deeply saddened, but that will quickly change when he figures out you were taken. He will be furious at your captors, a confidence that was never seen by anyone, not even best boy Mirio has seen him like this.

• He will almost be blinded by rage that he won’t listen to anyone talk shy about him. He will tear apart your captors, not enough to kill them, but enough to make them suffer. He won’t leave any witnesses either, innocent people will just think he really loves you while villains will be beaten bloody. Praised as a hero, win as a hero. No one will suspect his rage being unhealthy.

• After he saves you he will give you as many gifts and prepare the best foods just for you, but it will take a long time for him to let you go back outside. Tamaki will be a flustered, clingy mess telling you he will never let you get taken again. He blames himself, as usual, but with you by his side he can actually relax.

Setsuno w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Honestly, I feel for Setsuno, what his precious lover did to him really sucks. He will be very clingy because of this, and even more possessive. He will not allow you to leave his sight and he will constantly tell you to stay close.

• Home boy here will be so happy to have you come around to his affections, so relived yet he won’t ever truly trust you. He will always a seed of doubt because of his previous lover. So when you are missing he is beyond pissed, he thinks you left him just like SHE did. But when he finds out you were kidnapped, he is almost relieved. You didn’t leave him, you were taken, and to him that is a win.

• He will find them, probably asking his closest companions to help him, and then he’ll slaughter your kidnappers. They will tear the entire place apart until he finds you, and when he does he will be more than relived. Your affection when he finds you puts him in a place he never thought he would ever go to; heaven.

• He will still keep a tight hold on you, keeping you close and making sure you never go far, but he will be happy to cuddle and kiss you. Anything that hurts you will personally speak with him. He may not be much, but he sure as hell can be if he really wants to.

Chronostasis w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Chrono! Meh man! The biggest simp for Overhaul yet also the biggest simp for you. He will treat you like a queen if you give him affection. At first he was stern and worried about your health, but man did he change once you started coming along.

• Chronostasis will be worried when you are missing, blabbering on and on about who the hell was dumb enough to take you from him. He won’t even think you left him, he’s fallen too deeply in love to think that.

• It won’t take long for him to find you, and he will happily exclaim to the world how much he missed you while slowing down and hurting the kidnappers. They will all be in slow motion as he gets on his knees and asks you to forgive his negligence. He will be extremely touchy as he carries you home, telling you he will treat you to whatever you like.

Illumi w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Illumi was pleased to see you becoming comfortable around him, usually you would shift away and do your best to stare somewhere else. But now you seemed to be more calm, he liked that. Illumi rewards you with small gifts every once in a while, things he thinks you will like. He doesn’t show it much, but he appreciated and is excited to have you coming around.

• Rest in piece for the poor souls who kidnap you. Illumi won’t think you left him, after all you love him right? He will immediately think you were taken, and it would take him less than a day to track down and torture the people who took you.

• He will gladly pick you up in his arms and take you back home. You will be treated to a nice dinner and some new fancy gift to celebrate. Plain and simple this man is, happy and content with keeping things as they were. The only real difference is that Mike was punished for being incompitant. You will also be closely monitored with more than one butler.

Kurapika w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Kurapika is overjoyed to have you welcoming his advances. He will play the part of perfect husband while you cook and clean and ready yourself with children. He still won’t let you outside though, there is no way he would let you get anywhere near anyone else.

• When you are missing he will no doubt be furious. Eyes burning scarlet, he will slaughter his way through anything to get to you. Blood will stain the streets and any poor soul between you and him will suffer a fate worse than death.

• At first he thinks you might have left him, maybe everything you did was a trick. But when he is covered in blood and you run crying into his arms blabbering about how scared you were, it comforts him. He is your protector, and this will never happen again. Ever.

Milluki w/Kidnapped (Coming Around) Darling:

• Finally, took you long enough to get used to him, now he doesn’t have to punish you as much. He gladly dresses you up and pampers you, a pleased and prideful smile stretching his cheeks.

• He will give you anything you ask for, as long as you stay inside with him of course. Games, clothes, jewelry, literally anything materialistic. Of course he will still be selfish and force you into some risky things if you catch my drift.

• He will be so pissed off if you are missing, but luckily he will calm down when finding out you were kidnapped. BUT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED! He will come out of his room and complain to anyone he finds until they give in and help him rescue you.

• Once he gets you back he will be happy to see you happy with him. Milluki will almost melt with your touches, calling you a baka and looking in the other direction, but he can’t really hide the blush on his chubby cheeks. He will let you outside with supervision now that you have his trust. He will spoil you rotten after being kidnapped too, so that new video game you wanted will be yours in a heartbeat.

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[HELLO LOVELIES💕 I PROMISED A PART THREE AND HERE IT IS-PROBABLY LONG OVERDUE BUT PLS FORGIVE MEEE:D I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR IT ALSO YOUR FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED I LOVE HEARING YOUR OPINIONS OK ENJOY ILY🤩💕]

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Pregnant? No. You couldn’t be, there was no way.

Jungkook was laying next to you, his hand mindlessly skimming against the soft skin of your stomach.

“Kookie?”

“Hm?”

“I can’t be pregnant.”

It was dead silent after that but not for long, maybe a few seconds. He laughed loudly before leaning down to press a loving kiss against your tummy.

“Did you hear that, little one? Your mommy is being silly!”

“Kook-“

“She thinks you don’t exist!”

You were rendered speechless from his actions. You knew you couldn’t be pregnant because you were taking birth control pills.

“But kookie, I take birth control pills, remember?”

He simply chuckled before he looked up at you. You couldn’t tell what was going on through his mind but then again he was never one to show any emotions.

“Birth control pills? You mean the ones that I’ve swapped out for sugar pills for the last two months?”

It felt like the breath had been knocked out of you. As if someone had poured an ice cold bucket of water over your head.

“W-What?”

“You heard me. We are having a baby.”

You let out a broken sob as reality finally began to set in. You were having a baby. You were having Jungkook’s baby.

“Oh baby, no don’t cry! Is my princess really that happy?”

Jungkook cooed as he brought you into his embrace, your face nuzzling his neck as he ran a hand through your hair and left soft kisses against your forehead.

To any outsiders you probably looked like a loving couple, one that was about to have the perfect little family they always dreamed of, but you were far from it.

You sobbed, shaking your head as an endless string of ‘nos’ fell from your lips. Jungkook rocked the both of you back and forth in hopes that it would calm you down but it seemed to make it worse.

“No? What’s wrong baby, hm? Tell kookie so he can fix it, angel.”

“I can’t- I don’t want a baby, Jungkook! I don’t want your b-baby!”

Jungkook took in a sharp breath at your words before he pulled back, his hands on your shoulders as he held you at an arm length distance. He looked at you as if you had stabbed him in his heart.

“You- You don’t want my baby?”

“T-That’s not what I meant!”

“Well what the fuck did you mean then?!”

This was falling apart very quickly and you had no idea how to take control of the situation. Jungkook was already seething and he wouldn’t give up until he had the final word.

You gulped as you got up from the bed, hiccups slowly crawled up your throat but you forced them down as you hastily wiped your tears.

You took a deep breath before you turned back to him. The panic you had felt earlier was slowly simmering down but it was the opposite for the man across you.

“Kookie- I didn’t mean like that! You know I love you, right?”

“You don’t want my baby? You-“

He let out a humorless laugh as he ran a hand through his hair before harshly tugging on the roots of his hair out of frustration.

“You don’t want my baby- you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Listen-“

“No! You listen to me! I’ve had enough of your fucking outbursts, do I have to make every decision for you? Cause you clearly can’t make up your fucking mind!”

God you had messed up, he was mad but even that was an understatement. Jungkook was fuming. His breathing had started to get erratic so you slowly made your way to him in hopes to help him calm down.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Y/N-“

“Jungkook, baby? Please calm d-down for me, yeah?”

“Y/N, so help me god if you lay your hand on me I’ll do something I’ll regret.”

You gulped, hesitating but still walked towards him. You placed your hands above where his heart was, his heartbeat was fast and so you did the one thing you knew would calm him down. You cried.

Jungkook liked it when you cried, it showed him that he was in control, that you were dependent on him. It worked, your quiet whimpers brought him out of his reverie. He sighed, frustration still clear in his eyes but he brought you into his arms regardless.

“I-I do want your babies, Kookie, was just scared-“

“Shh, baby, don’t cry, hm? It’s ok my love, no more tears.”

You hiccuped, more tears making their way down your face but you were crying for a completely different reason. You had shown weakness again, you had submitted to Jeon Jungkook once again.

You felt the first sign of your pregnancy a week later when you woke up with a strong urge to throw up. You bolted up from the bed as you quickly ran to the bathroom, waking Jungkook up in your frenzy before you fell on your knees in front of the toilet and emptied your stomach contents into the ceramic bowl.

Jungkook hurried after you as he kneeled down beside you in concern. He cooed quietly when he realized what was going on, he held your hair back with one hand as the other rubbed soothing circles on your back.

You whined quietly from the ache that now sat in your throat, the bitter taste in your mouth didn’t help either. Your peace didn’t last long before you lurched forward once again, gagging into the bowl.

Jungkook stayed by your side through it all, he then helped you to brush your teeth before he led you back to bed again. He held you close in his arms, one hand protectively around your stomach and the other in your hair.

“Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”

“Why are y-“

“If it’s a girl, then I hope she turns out to be exactly like you.”

You let out a forced chuckle as you looked down at the hand around your stomach. You weren’t ready, you weren’t emotionally ready to be a mother and Jungkook was definitely not ready to be a father.

How could you tell him that though? How could you tell him that you didn’t want a baby, not now at least. He would flip, but you had to take a chance.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want a baby.”

He let out a snort before he placed a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t know what it meant but you didn’t question it. He was quiet as if he was contemplating his next words.

“It’s ok.”

“It is?”

“Mhm, I heard first time mothers always get cold feet but I know you don’t really mean it and don’t worry baby, Kookie will take care of everything, yes?”

This was not going anywhere, you were going in circles and it was endless. You fight, you cry, you ‘make up’ and it begins again. You knew that you were going to have his baby whether you liked it or not.

“Just make sure you take care of yourself so that our little peanut is healthy.”

“Yeah... I’ll do that.”

You were tied down from here on out, trapped with a baby. Jungkook’s baby. You could only hope that the new responsibility would change him for the better, for your sake but most importantly for the sake of your child.

You laid there until he fell asleep, silent tears trailed down your face. This wasn’t how you had envisioned life to be like. You always thought you’d be happy like all the princesses in those Disney movies, you’d be the princess and you’d always find your Prince charming and you did in a way but he was not what you had expected.

He was controlling, short tempered but then again he was loving so why did you feel so weighed down? Why did you feel unhappy?

You were a good person, weren’t you? So why had life been so cruel to you? Why didn’t you get the happy life that you deserved, the one all your friends had.

These questions ran through your head until you found yourself getting sleepy and so you slept, you slept in the arms of the love of your life and the father of your child but one thought stayed in your mind even throughout your dreams.

What did you ever do to deserve this life?

For the next few months Jungkook was nothing but pleasant. You no longer fought and you barely found yourself crying. It actually felt like you were a normal couple.

You were nearly due to give birth and the nerves had started to set in. You knew your water could break any day now and you found yourself always on edge even though Jungkook reassured you time and time again.l that everything would go as planned.

The new demeanor from your boyfriend didn’t go unnoticed, you were confused at first but eventually you found yourself getting used to his gentle words and touches.

It began the day when you both found out the gender of your baby. You were having a baby boy, Jungkook had been so happy that he began crying. You had never seen him cry before and you had no idea what to do but to bring him into your arms.

From then on he would tend to your every want and need, always rubbing your feet, getting you whatever food you craved for the day or night and would stay by your side 24/7, occasionally conversing with his unborn son. The sight was wholesome, seeing him smile wide was rare but when your boy kicked at the sound of his voice his whole face lit up.

It was perfect. He was perfect but of course good things don’t last forever, not for you at least. Jungkook worked from home, always had but on this particular day he had to attend business somewhere else.

The news didn’t sit well with you. You were so used to having him around you that him leaving for over an hour was enough to send you into a panicky state, especially now, you needed him more than ever because the baby was almost here.

“D-Do you have to go?”

“Y/N... yes! Yes I have to go, how many times do I need to tell you this?”

You whimpered quietly at the tone of his voice, it had been so long since he got angry at you and you didn’t want it to begin anytime soon.

“Kookie, don’t leave please! I need you here with me.”

“Fucks sake, Y/N, do you even hear yourself? You’re making it sound like I’m going to war! It’s just a couple of hours, angel, I’ll be back.”

His words somehow set you off, he was talking down to you and it made you feel stupid but more than anything it made you angry. Maybe you were being unreasonable but rightfully so. He was going to leave you in a house that was basically in the middle of nowhere when you could pop out a baby at any given moment.

“But-But what if the baby comes and you aren’t here?! Then what am I-“

“God! You are pissing me off, Y/N, I’m already stressed enough as it is don’t add anymore fucking baggage to my problems.”

This was the Jungkook you knew, one that had been locked far away for a very long time, maybe too long and maybe that’s why he was being so harsh. You let out a shocked chuckle at his words.

“Really? I’m adding on to your problems? I told you! I fucking told you that we weren’t ready for this but no! Kookie always knows best right? I should’ve known you weren’t ready to be a father-“

Your words seem to set him off even further, you were adding fuel to a burning fire and it was bound to end in flames. He slowly walked towards you, a frown etched on his face as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re making me angry, Y/N. Do not-“ He gulped before taking a deep breath to center himself. “Do not make me angry, not today.”

“Oh fuck you, Jeon Jungkook! I’m the one who is carrying a human that YOU put in me so I’ll make you angry all I want. I swear to god if you walk out of that door, you will come back to an empty house.”

Jungkook growled at your words, his hand quickly going around your neck, it was loose but it scared you half to death. Maybe you had pushed him too far this time, so far that he had forgotten that you were carrying his baby.

“Now you better listen to me, little girl because I’m only going to say this once and I won’t repeat myself, am I clear?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. First of all, don’t you ever, ever raise your fucking voice at me again, secondly do not even think about setting foot out of this house, not with my son because I will haunt you and when I do find you, you’ll wish you were never born and finally don’t threaten me, angel, don’t ever make that mistake again because you never threaten Jeon Jungkook and get away with it.”

You gulped, nodding quickly before he pulled his hand away from you just as quickly as he had wrapped it around your neck. Jungkook took another deep breath before cradling your face in his hands.

He wiped the tears that had leaked down your face, you had been crying? You were so scared that you didn’t realize and even now the feeling of his hands on your face made your heart beat fast with fear.

“I’m going to go now, ok? And you will lock the door after me, don’t try anything stupid because it won’t end well. Don’t make me make you cry again, angel.”

He left but not without a soft kiss on your forehead. He grabbed his car keys and phone before he made his way out of the house. And just like that you were left alone.

You let out a breath of relief as you finally locked the door. It was silent, something that you weren’t used to because Jungkook would always find something to talk about for hours on end.

It was silent, until it wasn’t anymore. You felt it first but you refused to believe it but then you heard it. Had it been a different scenario you would assume that you had peed on yourself but it wasn’t, this was reality.

Your water broke.

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twinklecheeks · 4 years

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Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 6

Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes they’re dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesn’t like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.

Note: Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. You’re 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, I’d like to apologize for the typos, if there are any. I’m just illiterate lmao.

-I’d also like to say that I am SO sorry about not updating the series in 8 months. I started writing this the week school started last semester. I attempted to do it during Thanksgiving & Christmas break but I didn’t have the energy to do it. I know that we’re all struggling in quarantine and going through withdrawal because David has only 1 video in almost 2 months. I’m going to *TRY* to update this 2 times a week.

Warnings! Pregnancy, smut, nsfw, 18+

Don't read this if you don't like smut

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Word Count: 1.5k

You and David have practically been dating soon after the gender reveal and finally made it official but you don’t plan to announce it on social media anytime soon. He’s been helping you a lot. Since you’ve found out you were having twin girls, you went straight to planning on how the nursery would look like. Everytime David comes over, he brings stuff like baby toys, clothes, the whole shabang. I know that David isn’t the father but he’s very excited about the babies. You thought your first trimester was difficult and it was but there’s a big problem when in the second trimester…. You’ve become horny 24/7; before pregnancy, you had sex often and you loved it. But since being pregnant, you’ve been deprived of it! You bought a bunch of dildos and vibrators cause you just couldn’t handle it anymore. You would rub yourself, fuck yourself with the dildo or use the vibrator several times just to get through the day.

Texting Kylie:

Y/n: “why didn’t you tell me the second trimester makes you super horny”

Kylie: “GIRL STOOOP. Looking back on my pregnancy, that was the funniest part. Your hormones are just all over the place. I used toys and it helped but I also was with Travis”

Y/n: “I’ve been using them but it doesn’t feel the same as actually fucking someone.”

Kylie: “Why don’t you ask David? ;)”

Y/n: “Whaaat noo! I can’t”

Kylie: “Why not? Isn’t he your boyfriend? It’s not like he would turn you down and plus, it’s not like you can get more pregnant than you already are.”

Y/n: “I mean true but idk. I just feel weird. I’m fat and pregnant with twins. I love my girls already but why couldn’t they just be one baby”

Kylie: “blame Jeff’s super sperm”

Y/n: “I also blame myself. We were fucking all the time, anytime, anywhere”

Kylie: “Anywhere?”

Y/n: “Yeah… remember Zane’s earthquake challenge video at target? Jeff and I may have had a quickie in one of the dressing rooms…”

Kylie: “What the fuck”

Y/n: “Yeah. I know. Not my proudest moment”

Kylie: “but girl i’m serious, ASK DAVID”

Y/N: “Ugh fine. But if he says no, I’m moving away and changing my identity because this shit is embarrassing”

*On the phone with David*

Y/n: “Heyy, can I come over?”

David: “Yeah, of course. Are you okay?

Y/n: “Well… technically yes but… ummm…. I’d rather just discuss this in person”

David: “Sure”

*Y/n arrives at David’s house*

Y/n: *Gives David a quick kiss* “Hey Dave.” David: “Hey babe. You sounded a little weird on the phone.” Y/n: “I mean you’re not wrong… I just have a little tiny problem and I’m going to lose my mind if it isn’t resolved” David: “what’s the problem?” Y/n: “Ugh this is so awkward I don’t want to ask” David: *David wheeze laugh* “Dude just tell me”, Y/n: “Okay umm… i’msuperfuckinghornyandi’mwonderingifyoucanhavesexwithmeifnoticompletelyunderstand.” David: “Can you please say it slower cause I only understood like 2 words.” Y/n: “I said that I’m super fucking horny and I’m wondering if you can have sex with me if not, I completely understand…” David: “Like, how bad is it?” Y/n: “Ooo boy it’s baaad.” David: “Well, we’re technically together and I wasn’t sure if you were thinking about taking that step because you’re pregnant.” Y/n: “I’m open to ANYTHING rn. I just need to be fucked HARD.”

David: *Grabs y/n’s hand and leads her to his room* Y/n: “Is Natalie home? I don’t want her to hear us.” David: “Don’t worry. She’s at Todd’s.” Y/n: “At Todd’s?” David: “Yeah, Todd had a thing for her before Jeff did and he basically went for Natalie when Todd told him that he was going to ask her out.” Y/n: *pulls in David for a needy kiss and moans* David: “wow you really are horny.” *Pushes y/n on the bed and takes off her shirt* Y/n: *unclips her bra* “Do anything that’ll make me cum please.” David: *looks at y/n’s tits and sucks on the right nipple* “Wow. Your tits have gotten… wow.” You cry out in pleasure, letting your head fall back, your mouth open. They were so sensitive that every twirl of his tongue made your pussy even more wet. Y/n: *smirks* “You’ve noticed?” David: “okay... I may have had wet dreams about you.” Y/n: “good.” David: *gets undressed and pulls off your pants* “you have no idea how much I’ve dreamt about eating you out.” Y/n: “please. Do something.” David: *His fingers reach your clit.” Y/n: *You gasp at the feeling of him pressing down on your clit* “mmmm oh my god. Please suck on my clit.” David: *David twirls his tongue around your clit and fingers you* “babe you’re so wet. I can’t wait to fuck you sensless.” *David sucks your clit and fingers you faster* Y/n: “please don’t stop. I NEED to cum.” David: *feels her walls pulsate and she squirts on him* Y/n: “oh my god. Please make me cum like that 10 more times tonight.” David: “are you sure you want to do this?” Y/n: “I haven’t been this sure about something in a long time.” David: *aligns himself with your center and slowly thrusted into you.* Y/n: *moans, almost screams* “holy fuck. I know your going slow not to hurt me but Dave, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” David: *he hears you out and the lust took over and started pounding into you fast and hard* Y/n: “DAVID OH MY GOD PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME I’M SO CLOSE.” David: “Shit I’m close too babe” *pounds y/n as fast as he can and cums inside her.” Y/n: *cums right after* “oh...my…” David: *pulls out and sees his cums drip out* “Damn. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed that hard.” Y/n: “If you keep fucking me like that, it’s going to be hard for me to keep my hands off you haha.” David: “I would not have a problem w/ that at all.”

(it’s getting close to thanksgiving and Jeff decides to fly home to Staten Island early and the only people who kind of know about the situation are his siblings)

Jeff: “Hey ma.” Jeff’s mom: “Hello Jeffrey. Natalie couldn’t come?” Jeff: “yeah no. We’re kind of on a break rn.” Jeff’s mom: “Oh well that's too bad. Hopefully she’ll come for Christmas.” Karyn (Jeff’s older sister): “hey Jeff. Can you help me out w/ shopping? I have to go to Manhattan” Jeff: “Sure.”

*On the Staten Island Ferry*

Karyn: “Okay so now that we’re alone, can you actually tell me what the fuck did you do.” Jeff: “Excuse me? The fuck you talking about?” Karyn: “I know that made up bullshit about y/n getting knocked up by a rando and Natalie asking for a break is a damn lie. Y/n was in love w/ you but you ignored all the signs and Natalie, she would only ask for a break if you were being a fucking idiot. I’m your older sister. I know when you’re lying.” Jeff: “Ugh fine… Y/n is knocked up w/ my kids and I basically said some horrible stuff that wasn’t true. As for Natalie, she was there to see me say all those horrible things and she dumped me on the spot, in front of the whole friend group…” Karyn: *stares at Jeff dumbfounded* “Excuse me did you say KIDS as in PLURAL??!” Jeff: “Yeah… She’s pregnant w/ twin girls…” Karyn: “Oh Jeffrey why the fuck did you act that way. You’re such an idiot. If mom and dad found out about this, they’d literally murder you.” Jeff: “I don’t know… I think it was because I got into something so serious less than a year after being dumped by Cierra; I panicked and I sabotaged myself. I know I’m wrong but I already fucked everything up. Everybody hates me.” Karyn: “I thought you changed Jeff when you got out of Prison.” Jeff: “What do you mean you *thought*” Karyn: “You have trouble w/ responsibility. When we were at your trial, you said you were not guilty, even when you got to prison, you still said you weren’t guilty but you were.” Jeff: “That’s different.” Karyn: “How?? You’re refusing to accept responsibility for those 2 babies. Jeff, you’re almost 30 years old. It took you 4 years after you got out to come to terms with what you did. Is it gonna take you until your 34 to realize you fucked y/n and those twin girls over? What is she gonna say when they ask for their dad huh? Sorry, daddy didn’t care about you? You either fix things with y/n ASAP or I’m gonna tell mom and dad.” Jeff: “what the fuck are you 5?! Why we gotta bring them into this?” Karyn: “so they fucking knock some sense into you Jeff and you know they are 100x worse than I am. I ain’t doin’ nothing to you rn because we’re in public. Imma give you until New Years... if you don’t tell them, then they gonna hear it from me...”

Karyn was never afraid to tell Jeff and their other brother how it is. Jeff knew that Karyn was right but he had no idea how he could possibly apologize for being a horrible human being to you. Will Jeff apologize before New Years? Will y/n forgive him?

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girlgrouptrash101 · 4 years

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Dating Poly!YenYul/YulYen

Request: “Please, could you do a Dating Poly!Yenyul please (Izone). Love your blog! ❤”

A/N: sorry for the lil break I took guys, my teachers keep giving more n more assignments smh

- C

CEO’s of the babie committee

After meeting these two girls and falling so hard for them your life truly changed for the better an there is never a dull moment when you’re with your girls

You best believe you three have the funnest and most crackhead groupchat ever

your sleepovers are always the best too like the shit y’all get up to i swear to gOD-

you three would be sitting there taking an ‘am I gay quiz’ as if you aren’t all girlfriends like stfuuu

yuri refuses to admit it but she’s definitely the clingiest out of the three of you uwu

Cuddle piles are a go-to for you guys, nothing is softer than bein all snuggly w/ YulYen

Yena usually goes in the middle so she can have you and Yuri tucked into her side and kiss either of you when she feels like it hehe

speaking of Yena, she’s lit rally the biggest flirt on the planet,, she flirts with you btoh 24/7 even though she’s already got you both whipped for her

all three of you have the perfect balance of flirting and roasting each other just to keep you on your toes lmao

followed by yena getting fake offended when you and Yuri make fun of her duck lips just so you two will give her kisses as an apology hehe

Literally what even is the concept of wearing your own clothes when all three of you could just shAre ya know?

Plus seeing them all soft n squishy in your clothes just gives you so many butterflies hehe

When the three of you go on dates to restaurants you order SO much food and stuff your faces just because why the hell not

even though you still end up taking half of it home to eat the next day,, knowing you three it will definitely get eaten

Those nights where you decide to do each others makeup for fun and you all end up looking like clowns jdjdsj

Yuri also loves doing yours and Yena's hair, trying all different hairstyles; for some reason it just calms her down so much

BROOO imagine being sung lullabies by these two heavenly voices omf 🥺

Yuri will actually sing for you whenever you ask, she loves the fact that you appreciate her voice and her love for music

Yena using English pet names like baby, baby girl, etc... she just makes your heart flutter so much like how can one person be so CUTE

Dates can be anything from board game nights, candle lit dinners, shopping, or even an afternoon spent colouring in a colouring book together

(queue Yuri getting triggered every time Yena's crayons go outside the lines fjdjjd)

none of you could care less what the activity is as long as you're all together :)

when one of you can't sleep you all go out for late night walks to the local convenience store

where you all stock up on ice cream to eat and head back to your apartment for a midnight snack and a movie, and eventually all of you get tired enough to sleep :')

heart eyes @ each other 24/7

When you’re all just laying in bed and one of you (usually Yuri) whispers out a sleepy ‘I love you’ that just has the rest of you MELTING n pulling each other in for sleepy cuddles uwu

forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses, just super duper soft behaviour

Unless you’re around the rest of iz*one,, then you three pretend to nOt be whipped for each other

even though their members already know how in love you guys are like you literally could not be worse at hiding it hdfbd

probably own matching clothes,,, and wear them out claiming it was an ’accident’ that you all dressed the same

matching bracelets / rings too :D

Arcade dates where you all get so competitive trying to beat each other at all the games, especially when you three go full send when you’re playing Dance Dance Revolution lol

Yena trying to win you and Yuri teddies from the claw machines but just getting triggered and slamming the machine every time she loses fvhfjf

impromptu dance offs when you’re at home are also very common,, which mainly consist of Yuri screaming the lyrics while you and Yena slip around on the tiles in your socks

Coming to visit them at schedules omg!!! it makes them sosososo happy that you support them:’)

You guys go to haunted houses every halloween, which generally is just Yuri screaming for an hour while Yena tries to act like a bad bitch even though she’s just as scared

the crackhead dynamic is just >>>>>>>

The ‘no, I love YOU guys more’ competition that never ends because you all are absolutely smitten for each other

10/10 girlfriends, best friends, soulmates,,, YenYul best girls wbk

NSFW From Here:

so so so soft for sure

you were all each other’s firsts, and you all waited until you wer ready to share the special moment together

lowkey all of you are still a lil shy about the whole thing,,, except for Yena who is just so blunt and has you and Yuri blushing like crazy

lowkey doe just let Yuri ride your thigh and she’ll be a happy lil baby

absolutely shower them both in kisses from head to toe,,, and if you do want to leave a mark just make sure it’s not too visible, because you know,,, idol life

Yuri is definitely the most shy until you start to pleasure her, then she gets too caught up in it to even realise how loud she’s being

Yena has the most dirty mind for sure, always teasing you both and she’s usually the one to initiate things

That one time where Yena accidentally sent her nudes into the group chat and before she could even realise what she'd done you two were sending them back

best mistake she's ever made in her life smh

Yuri’s praise kink >>>>>> just call her baby girl and she’ll be soaking wet

Yena always begs for quickies backstage, she claims it calms her nerves before performances but she just wants to fuck let’s be real

Yena would definitely be into choking but not even realise it until she’s got her hand wrapped around your throat, loving how it turns you on even more

one time when the girls were both preparing for a performance, they came to you backstage with the most mischievous looks on their faces, Yuri quickly handing you something before both of them giggled and ran off to perform

You opened your hand to see a pair of Yuri’s underwear, soaked from whatever her and Yena had got up to before you arrived

they knew you were going crazy backstage as you watched them perform, their cheeky smiles just stretched a little wider than usual as they moved to the music

let’s just say,,,, you didn’t let either of them off easy that night

Aftercare usually consists of even more cuddles n kisses

or hopping into the shower together,,, which usually ends up in you three going for another round smh

followed by the softest cuddles in bed, all of you spent and exhausted after your long night

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ma-sulevin · 4 years

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otp questions

Tagged by @chyrstis! Doing Sharky and Mattie for this one...

(art by @ziorre)

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Neither one of them really yells at the other one. Sharky’s voice is naturally louder, but Mattie’s more likely to speak sharply.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither of them. Mattie wouldn’t threaten that because it’s mean, and it would really hurt Sharky’s feelings, and threatening that would never cross Sharky’s mind.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither.

Who trashes the house? Sharky’s naturally messier. If Mattie was away for a while, he’d forget to clean up after himself the whole time and spend HOURS before she showed back up trying to make sure everything’s perfect again.

Do either of them get physical? Never ever. Sharky would rather die than hit his partner, and Mattie would leave the second that ever happened.

How often do they argue/disagree? Not super often? They have minor disagreements occasionally, mostly about how to handle life in the post-apocalyptic world.

Who is the first to apologize? Sharky. Usually, he’s just sad about it and wants them to be done arguing, and whatever they were disagreeing about isn’t important enough for them to keep going with it.

SEX

Who is on top? Sharky’s the penetrating partner, but Mattie’s more dominant.

Who is on the bottom? See above!

Who has the strangest desires? We all know who has the weird desires in a Sharky ship.

Any kinks? Not in particular? Sharky’s up for almost anything, but he’s not going to bring it up if he thinks Mattie won’t like it. Mmm, I forgot some stuff I decided Sharky likes, but it’s gross and I’m not talking about it.

Who’s dominant in bed? Mattie for sure.

Is head ever in the equation? Like, all the time.

If so, who is better at performing it? It’s not that Mattie’s bad, it’s just that Sharky’s really, really good.

Ever had sex in public? Not where people could catch them, but they’ve definitely had sex outside. Like, a lot. Especially once they’re living their best post-bunker lives.

Who moans the most? They’re both loud and gross.

Who leaves the most marks? Sharky for sure. He likes to see the evidence that they’ve been together, and he likes that she’s proud to show them off a little.

Who is the more experienced of the two? Sharky’s had more partners, but Mattie’s probably had more sex.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make love, mostly

Rough or soft? Usually soft, but not always. Sometimes you just gotta fuck.

How long do they usually last? I'm not really sure how to answer this? As long as it takes, I guess. Sometimes they like to tease.

Is protection used? Mattie’s not on any hormonal birth control. They use condoms until the condoms run out, and then they just try to make sure Sharky pulls out. Uh, they have a whole baby when they make it back out into the real world.

Does it ever get boring? Never.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Things don’t really get weirder than in the bunker with Sharky’s whole family.

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/or have children? They both wanted kids eventually, but they didn’t want them as soon as they had one. Harrison was definitely an accident, and Mattie doesn’t exactly love being pregnant. Sharky likes it more than she does, honestly.

If so, how many children do they want/have? They end up with four. Harrison who was the accident, then they on purpose have Ian, Ripley, and Max all about four or so years apart.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? Both of them! They are so gross about it. Disgusting.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? They’re both always down to clown.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Mattie, but Sharky’s not exactly upset about it.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Sharky sometimes gets too hot, but he doesn’t want to tell her to go away. They both soak it right up.

Who gives the most kisses? Mattie loves those smooches.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? They like cuddling and just hanging out together. They’d watch movies if they still had access to all of that.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? The couch or their bed.

How often do they get time to themselves? Less often the older they get. They almost always have little kids around, and then the Highwaymen come to the county and it’s a whole damn thing.

SLEEPING

Who snores? Sharky. Mattie does only when she’s pregnant.

If both do, who snores the loudest? Mattie.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share. They’re all over each other.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They cozy right the fuck up, especially in winter.

What do they wear to bed? Ideally, nothing, but usually shorts and t-shirts because of kids and roommates (Hurk).

Are either of them insomniacs? Sharky is. He has a hard time shutting his brain off enough to fall asleep, and once he wakes up in the middle of the night, he has a hard time relaxing again.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nah.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Oh wrapped up for sure.

Who wakes up with bed hair? They both do, but Mattie has more hair so sometimes it’s crazier.

Who wakes up first? If Sharky is still asleep when the sun comes up, then Mattie gets up first. If Sharky’s going to be awake early, it’s because he woke up randomly at four am and decided to start his day.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Mattie’s not bringing him breakfast, but he’ll do it for her sometimes.

What is their favourite sleeping position? Spooning! Or Sharky on his back and Mattie on top of him like a starfish.

Do they set an alarm each night? Mattie would, but they don’t need to.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Sharky would LOVE to have a TV on 24/7.

Who has nightmares? They both do, especially after everything they’ve been through with the cult situation.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Sharky, definitely.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Sharky’s just a bigger person, but Mattie doesn’t care because she wants to touch as much of him as possible anyway.

Who makes the bed? Who has time for that, really?

What time is bed time? Whenever they get sleepy!

Any routines/rituals before bed? They read to the kids (or tell made-up stories) and then get some good snuggle time in.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Sharky is, if he didn’t wake up naturally.

WORK

Who is the busiest? Mattie

Who rakes in the highest income? It’s hard to say under this situation

Are any of them unemployed? Technically they both are. It’s the apocalypse!

Who takes the most sick days? Mattie gets sick slightly more often, but they can’t really take sick days

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Sharky's way worse at keeping time

Who sucks up to their boss? Sharky would be, but it’s totally unintentional

What are their jobs? They’re just like. Survivors.

Who stresses the most? It depends on the situation, really? They stress about different things.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Mattie misses some of the comforts of pre-war, but Sharky loves how things are now. It’s the ideal situation for him.

Are they financially stable? They don’t go hungry, so yes.

HOME

Who does the washing? Mattie has more patience for doing a good job.

Who takes out the trash? They both do. They have to be careful about it because of the wild animal situation.

Who does the ironing? Who has time to iron?

Who does the cooking? Mattie is better at cooking, but they take turns with it.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Sharky, obviously

Who is messier? Sharky

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Sharky but totally unintentionally

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Sharky, but again, unintentionally

Who forgets to flush the toilet? I’m not sure there are working toilets in the post-apocalyptic world, so...

Who is the prankster around the house? Sharky would be

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Sharky loses them all the time. He just puts them down and forgets where.

Who mows the lawn? There’s not a lot of need for lawn care.

Who answers the telephone? Mattie would

Who does the vacuuming? They’ll both sweep the house when it needs to be swept

Who does the groceries? Sharky will go out on supply runs more often than Mattie, but it’s because they want her to stay with the kids.

Who takes the longest to shower? It depends on whether or not Sharky wants to jerk off.

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? Nah

How many cars do they own? They always have at least one working vehicle, and usually others they can break apart for scrap

Do they own their home or do they rent? Well, they say possession is 9/10ths of the law, so...

Do they live in the city or in the country? Country.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Honestly? They really do.

What’s their song? Burn Like A Star Fire by Sleeping Wolf

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Basically whatever they have to do before they can get back together. Just what needs to be done -- taking care of the kids, supply runs, etc.

Where did they first meet? Same way it happens in-game. She finds him in the Moonflower and he falls in love immediately.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Sharky's more impulsive about it, but there’s not a lot of actual purchasing happening? It’s more like grabbing whatever he thinks they need or would be fun.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Sharky for sure.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over themselves? As long a there isn’t an actual injury, they both think it’s pretty funny.

Any mental issues? Mattie’s absurdly resilient mentally. She has nightmares from the cult situation, but only when she’s already otherwise stressed, and she has some minor PPD after the babies, but overall she’s really mentally healthy. Sharky has some ADHD issues, but nothing that’s holding him back now.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Mattie, but moreso because she doesn’t want anyone catching any weird germs from them.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Whoever sees it first.

Their favourite place? At home together.

Who pays the bills? No bills after the end of the world, but they work together to provide for their family.

Do they have any fears for their future? The future is incredibly uncertain. They’re always worried about illness or injury that wouldn’t have been serious before but is now, and that only heightens when the Highwaymen come around.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Mattie, just because she’s better at planning ahead for it.

Who’s the tallest? Sharky.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? They’ll both do this, but I’m going to say Mattie probably does it more regularly.

Who wanders around in their underwear? Sharky more than Mattie.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Sharky does everything louder lol

What do they tease each other about? Everything, honestly. It’s a fun relationship

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Mattie 100%. She loves Sharky, but... let’s be honest. The New Dawn look? Not great.

Who crushed first? Sharky fell had and fell fast, but Mattie wasn’t all that long behind him

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Sharky probably drinks a little more heavily than is healthy, but it’s not an abuse problem

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Uh, well, Sharky.

Who swears the most? They both swear a lot. They try to clean up for the kids, but... it’s hard.

#x: burn like a star fire #oc: mattie covington #sharky boshaw #far cry 5

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ne-fe-li-bata · 4 years

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Aye yo CORPSE! ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ;

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

• Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

• Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

• Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

• With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

< mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

“ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with)

• Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

(could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

• Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

• Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance

• Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

• His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down>

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros,

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with

• Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub.

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints

toys

•RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on.

over stim

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look

primal play “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you”

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact

• his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af

impact play

24/7

edging

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage

begging

worships

• But also soft kinks;

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair

matching outfits

voice messages

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’)

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence

* emojis*- just some sort of communication

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

• Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

• Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride)

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

• No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

• He's both book & street smart

Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online

• Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

• Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h)

• Hates silence

( constantly needs background noise) <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

• People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

• Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

(most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

• Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

• Also is/was a major tumblr boy

• Would be a phenomenal father

• His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

• Still caught up in daydreams

• A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted

• Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

• Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

• Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone"

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

• Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

• His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

• Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

• Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

• Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

• Dinosaur obsessed

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

• Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

fav ranger- green

• Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

• Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

• This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

• Rose is his fav flower 🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞. Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

• Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

• Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story

• Pixar > Disney

• But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

• Fall is his fav season (?)

• Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

• Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about.

• Was really into graffiti/ street art

• Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

• also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

• On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

• Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another.

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin”

*grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest*

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

I love you... genuinely . turly. madly. deeply.

#dear cropse #if youre seeing this #i kno youll be okay #im sorry for everything you've had to go through #plz kno #to me #you are my brightest star in a universe of supernovas #you make everything okay for me #till fate do us part #i kno 1 day we'll meet #the universe will bring me to you & you to me

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hey folks this is gonna be a really really long post, i just kinda gotta write some stuff down, idk if anyone is gonna see this but if you do i’m gonna try to do the thing where there’s a cut and you can press “keep reading” if you wanna see the whole thing but idk how to do that so if it doesn’t work i’m sorry in advance!

*i think i figured it out, it should work! just put it there so u wouldn’t have to scroll past the whole thing if u didn’t wanna read it cause it’s rlly fuckin long lmao i love u all <3*

ok so

i am not Clinically Depressed i don’t live w/depression i don’t struggle with it on a daily basis i am generally a pretty Not-Depressed person

however

i am doing my best to get better at not ignoring the times when i *do* feel depressed because “i don’t actually suffer from clinical depression so this isn’t even that bad!” or “a lot of my friends feel like this on a daily fuckin basis and that’s really awful for them so i should always prioritize their feelings over mine all the time” or “these are stupid reasons to be depressed anyway” or “even though it’s really really hard for me to get out of bed right now there are people who sometimes Cannot get out of bed and i am not one of those people so it’s all good lol” or any of that shit cause (news flash) i am not the greatest at taking good emotional care of myself, and although i have gotten better at letting others take care of me, i still have lots of problems feeling comfy doing that if they’re not also letting me take care of them (which is a whole other issue that i’m not gonna get into rn)

so with all that in mind i just kind of wanted to get it down in writing and like Acknowledge the fact that during this past semester, mostly during the past month, i have been the most generally depressed i’ve been for a long time, maybe ever. i was definitely depressed in freshman year and was having some pretty Not Spicy Thoughts (nothing *super* serious dw) and that definitely wasn’t fun, but that was like a different brand of depression. back then the main reason i was depressed was bc i had no friends (or at least none i felt i could really be close with) and i was struggling to make the transition to high school and i didn’t really feel like either of my two-friends-who-i-didn’t-feel-i-could-be-close-with cared about me at all. this is a different brand. i’m very lucky to have a lovely group of very close friends who i can trust and who i mostly feel i can rely on (although when it comes to relying on my friends, the problem isn’t that i don’t feel that my friends are reliable bc i know that they are and i know they love me!! i trust that they would help me!! the issue is that i don’t often feel like it would be fair to ask them for help, but like i said that’s a whole other issue just wanted to clarify that the issue is not with my friends it’s 100% with me and i know that). i have a pretty good social life as of rn, and even though we’re all dealing with this shitty shitty pandemic, my friends and i have found ways to stay connected and we videochat and play games and i love them so much and i’m so grateful for them and they make my life infinitely better. so the social aspect is not the issue here in the same way it was in freshman year. the issue here is that i seem to have lost most of my driving force.

here is a list to help me acknowledge things

i turn 18 in exactly a month (january 7th) and although i know that i don’t just *poof* into an adult, i am still terrified of losing my childhood (much of which i have already lost due to very poor memory and my anxiety quashing the ability to be weird the way that i am/the way that i want to) and i don’t have myself together in the way that i wanted to by the time i reached 18/senior year/graduation/Adulting Time

online class is hell, the work has only gotten harder, i sit at my desk and stare at my computer screen for over 10 hours a day and don’t move and get lots of headaches and feel very understimulated, there’s always Something i haven’t done, and i can’t find it in me to give any shits about school in any way shape or form

except for maybe practicum i care about practicum i always care about practicum

i have basically no money and my gap year is coming up and i can’t get a job right now and i might not be able to get a job this school year at all and i am terrified of not being able to make enough money to give my friends the safe space they need, i need to support them, they need people who will Love Them, i want to give them a home i want to be a home for them and i am fucking terrified of not being able to make it happen for them

and for myself but also not really

like i definitely want this and i’m super excited to live with them but i’m also scared to leave home but i also know that they Need to leave home and i want to give them what they need!! and we’re gonna have such a good time!! and we’re gonna be safe and we’re gonna be whole and we’re gonna be loved and we’re gonna be a family!! this needs to happen i need to give them this we need to make this

i don’t wanna make it seem like i don’t wanna live with them, i do, i really do, i love them to pieces, i love them with all i am, i can’t express how much i love them, and i’m really really really excited, but at this point i’m mostly scared

having been diagnosed with (mild) adhd does not make it any easier to focus or sleep and i cannot fucking focus and i haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks

there’s so much shit that i have to do hanging over my head, mostly it’s scheduling i’m trying to schedule my life basically (which sounds crazy but it’s less intense than it sounds i’m just trying to give myself more structure) but that’s a really overwhelming task and every time i try to make a schedule i can never stick to it so i have a lot less faith in it this time around

my sexuality and gender and thoughts about surgery/transitions/etc remain unclear and the only thing i’m sure of is that i’m demiromantic, but that doesn’t do shit about unrequited romance, which hurts like a motherfucker, and i don’t even truly know if it *is* romance that i’m wanting and there’s nothing real that i can do about that either

still feeling like shit about my body in a lot of different ways, not gonna get too far into it rn

the pandemic + online school + drudgery of classes + general unmotivated feelings + no changes in routine + a lack of structure + same environment 24/7 makes every day feel the fucking same and i’m sick of it

i’m stressed about vassar results coming out tmrw and i still have to write like at most 8 different college supplements before december 23rd (2 weeks)

i haven’t really sat down and done anything i’ve Enjoyed for a while and not had a Responsibility hanging over my head

basically i’m tired and anxious and overworked and lonely and lacking a driving force and really really fucking angry at everything and all that combines to make me pretty damn miserable! and as a result of all of this, my self-care is slipping and then my room doesn’t get clean and my bed doesn’t get made and i don’t get dressed or make myself proper meals or brush my teeth or sleep and that just makes it worse

and i want to talk about how i do definitely still have plenty of happy moments and good things and there is still a good amount of sunshine, i’m not *completely* miserable, but the minute i start thinking about that, i start to think that whatever sunshine there may be automatically cancels out any gray that there is, which is not a good place to be because i don’t want to fake being happy (i’ve never been good at that anyway which is probably a good thing) so i’m trying to acknowledge that hey! things are pretty shitty!! but please keep in mind that even as i type this, most of me is saying things along the lines of “don’t share this don’t post it don’t complain you don’t have it bad you’re fine you need to take care of your friends you can’t feel these things just snap out of it and you’ll be fine” so this is a pretty big step and a lot for me to just Put Out Into The World

i spent a while trying to think of other things that i could add here but i don’t really think there’s much else to say. i’m not sure where to go from here. i don’t have any magic solutions so i am trying really really hard not to let myself slip into complete giving-up-i-will-not-get-better space and it helps to just Know what’s in my brain. i don’t know if i have the mental energy to try to “fix” any of these issues right now, i just think i needed to start by writing them down. now i have them and i guess i’ll see where i can go from here. sorry this post was super long for anyone who may have chosen to take a look

that’s all <3

#tw mental health issues??#i honestly don't know this is just me dumping my negative feelings into a super long post #so if u are not in the right head space to read that (totally valid) then plz avoid/ignore!#feel free to ignore even if u are in the right headspace honestly this is mostly for me #if u do happen to read it i do ask that u let me know that u have read it if that's ok? i'm sorry hhhh i just really don't like not knowing

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unamoosed-imagines · 5 years

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The Night We Met

Warnings: angst, death, alcohol, car accident

Inspired (loosely) by Lord Huron’s “The Night We Met” Seriously if you haven’t listened to the literal Lord please do

PS. haven’t posted or written in literally forever and it felt really good to just type something out and post without hesitation. Baby steps.

October 5, 2018 - 7:30 PM

Glass shattered and beer dripped down the wallpaper of the dingy motel. Glazed eyes and rough hands searched the room for something a little stronger. Beer just wasn’t able to take his mind away from all his troubles anymore. Away from you. When his hands found nothing and his eyes filled with tears he let out a scream and grabbed his head. It was too much. Too much. Entirely too much…

He couldn’t forget this way. Without a strong spirit. His mind strayed. Farther and farther away from reality and towards that night. The night you met.

March 24, 2012 - 9:52 PM

His heart pounded in his chest at a mile a minute. He was young, and while burgers didn’t constitute a healthy diet, he could still run when needed. And it was definitely needed. The scream hadn’t been too far off and with Sam a few bounds ahead of him, he knew that they were getting close. The sidewalk was crumbling beneath their boot-clad feet and the street lamps kept flickering but all either one could focus on was getting to wherever that scream came from.

He skidded to a stop in front of a dark alleyway and immediately recognized the blue light. A young girl stood pinned to the wall by what Dean knew to be a Djinn, the one they’d been attempting to track. But this one was not the kind with the tattoos that sent you into your fantasy land. These ones fed off fear and fear alone. And you were serving up a whole feast.

Your wide eyes met his in the dark of the alley before all of a sudden they rolled back in your head and your mouth opened in one of the loudest, most piercing screams Dean had ever heard. The Djinn’s hand was pressing to your throat and the blue light became brighter as the Djinn leaned into you even more, not caring about who was watching.

It only took a split second for Dean to jump into action. He ran at the Djinn and managed to tackle him away from you without getting touched. Sam was right behind him and successfully brought a pipe down on his head repeatedly, successfully killing him. The boys stopped to breathe for a second before Dean realized how quiet it was. Your screams had stopped.

Dean whipped his head to look at you, only to find your body on the ground convulsing. Your mouth still open in a silent scream. “The antidote Sam! Antidote!”

Sam was quick to inject you with the needle and in a few minutes, your body relaxed in Dean’s arms. As your breathing evened out the boys shared a look of question. All of a sudden your body tensed and you flew up into a sitting position, smacking your head against Dean’s. Your eyes were wet and tears slowly rolled down your cheeks. You pushed yourself away from him and against the wall of the dirty alley. That’s when your eyes landed on the dead body behind the two large men in front of you. Your eyes held even more confusion and alarm as you slowly asked, “W-what happened?”

Dean glanced at his brother before making direct eye contact with you tear-filled eyes. “You’re okay. It’s all okay. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll explain some things and get you settled down, ya?”

You eyed him up and down before asking who he was. “The name’s Dean. Dean Winchester. And I swear you’re safe. It’s okay. Now, what’s your name sweetheart?”

“Y/N.”

October 5, 2018 - 8:07 PM

Sam stepped into their motel with a bag of burritos in his hand, but immediately set them down and let out a sigh. Dean was face first in the carpet with tear streaks staining his cheeks. Sam should’ve known this was gonna happen. It could be worse of course. What with it being the anniversary and all.

“C’mon Dee. At least get into bed,” Sam mumbled. His muscles strained as he lifted his brother off the motel floor. Dean’s head swung towards his brother before he slowly lifted it. His cloudy green eyes came into contact with his brothers as his eyelids drooped.

“ ‘S anniversary,” Dean mumbled with a slow tongue.

“I know man. I know.” Sam set the beer-stained man onto the creaky mattress. He kneeled to pull Dean’s boots off and as he struggled with the knotted laces Dean let out a grunt.

“ ‘Member that night?” Dean asked as his body swayed back and forth. Sam looked up at him as his eyebrows creased but before he could answer Dean kept talking, “Her eyes...s’were so scared. So fuckin’ scared man. She had no clue what was goin’ on. Should’ve stayed that way. Never...never should’ve brought her home. Maybe she...she’d still be alive. ‘S all my fault Sammy.”

Sam pulled back to look at his brother in shock. In the two years since you’d been gone, he’d never once heard Dean blame himself. God what this man had gone through. No one should ever. Sam just froze and watched as his brother's face morphed from a vacant expression to a look of pure agony. Dean used the back of his hand to wipe the now free-flowing tears. He cried silently while Sam watched in horror. He had no clue how to help his brother right now. But he tried his best. With a gentle push, he managed to get Dean to lay back in the bed.

“I couldn’t save her. Las’ thing I said to her was rude and untrue. ‘S all my fault Sam. My fault...my...fault-” Sam was quick to cut his brother off, “It was a car accident Dean. There was nothing you could’ve done. She loved you. Y/N loved you so damn much. It was just an accident,” Sam tried to persuade his brother into believing him. Even if what he was saying wasn’t all that convincing. It had been a big fight. Your first real fight with Dean. And your last.

When he was sure Dean was gonna be okay and fall asleep he went to grab painkillers out of his bag and a glass of water. He put those on the table next to Dean's bed before he cleaned up the broken glass and the beer-stained wallpaper. Eventually, he fell into his own bed and drifted off while thinking of your smile and how it lit up any room. And how it always managed to make his brother turn into a different, but better, version of himself. The last thing he heard was Dean's sleep mumbles about an accident. Just an accident.

December 25, 2014 - 10:30 AM

You rolled onto your back and stretched. Last night had left you sore in all the right places. As you smiled to yourself the man next to you wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer to him. “Mornin’ Dee,” you giggled as your voice came out all husky sounding.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.” He pegged you with a tired smirk that was enough to make your insides melt. And morning breath be damned. You leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. Only for him to nip your lip when you tried to pull away.

A yawn escaped you as Dean glanced toward the motel window. Your eyes followed his and you let out a gasp. “Snow…” you mumbled. Dean gave you a big grin as you sat up, pulling the sheet with you. He kissed your shoulder as you grew more excited. “Dean! There’s snow outside! Actual snow!”

“You act like you’ve never seen snow before darlin’.” You turned your head towards his only to glare before your eyes were right back on the snow. “Well ya, but it’s still just as magical every time I see it.” That was one of the million things Dean loved about you. You never ceased to see the beauty in everything. Every single thing. Even him.

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“Merry Christmas Dee.”

October 5, 2018 - 12:58 AM

Dean sat up with a gasp. You had invaded every single one of his dreams that night and it was getting harder to fall back asleep. So he decided to be reckless instead. He had to forget about you. He struggled to put his boots on and realized that he’d put them on the wrong feet. After a few minutes, he had successfully gotten dressed and found his car keys, well hidden by his brother, and made his way out the door, barely making a noise. He may be slightly drunk, but he was still stealthy.

The man behind the register of the 24/7 gas station didn’t even question when Dean bought the hardest drink they had. He stumbled over to the car and sat in the driver's seat for a minute. Opening the first bottle and chugging it. Once he’d gotten halfway through the second he started the car and took off down the highway. He was nearing the exact bend in the road, four and a half bottles in, that haunted his dreams. His eyes lifted for a second to the rearview and he was suddenly coughing his last sip up. His foot slammed on the brakes and he whipped around so fast he got dizzy. Only to see an empty backseat.

“B-but...but she was there. Y/N?” When he received no response he let out a shaky sigh and turned back to the road. His foot hit the gas as he flew down the empty highway, bottles rolling on the floor, and he was almost to the cross that marked that spot. He and Sam had left flowers and a bottle of whiskey there this morning. Like they had done the past two years on your birthday and the anniversary of your death.

Dean emptied his fifth bottle and was reaching for another when it rolled off the seat. His hand groped around and he took his eyes off the road for a second to find it. When he finally did he grunted and sat back up into his seat. Only to see a person illuminated in his headlights.

Only it wasn’t a person. It was a ghost. Your ghost. But Dean’s drunken mind didn’t comprehend this and he yanked the wheel to the right to avoid hitting you. The car screeched before suddenly all he could hear was bottles breaking, glass shattering, and the crunching of metal all around him. Something was choking him and he couldn’t move his hands.

It was quiet. Too quiet. All Dean could hear was the rasping of his own breath and the sound of something leaking. His head felt fuzzy, and it wasn’t the alcohol this time. He could feel himself drifting. The world was upside down. Nothing felt real or right. It felt like sleep and warmth and he swore he could smell you. And Dean gave himself over to this feeling. Because at least he was feeling something. Anything. This feeling led him towards darkness. Warm and comfortable darkness. And as his eyes drooped he still fought to see.

Because standing in the road, albeit upside down, was you. You stood with a small, sad smile as your eyes gazed at him. He tried to speak to you or move towards you but the feeling just pulled him deeper until eventually, he gave himself up. Hoping and praying that maybe this feeling would take him back. Back to the Night you Met.

#dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #angst #dean x reader angst #SPN #imagine #sorry not sorry #car accident #HEHE OOPS #platonic!sam x reader

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hispeculiartreasure · 5 years

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All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Six | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: All Audiences

Word count: 2,901

Chapter 6/24

Warnings: Can second-hand embarrassment be a warning???

AN: This chapter was one of the first scenes I thought up when this idea was born. It was so much fun to write.

As a heads up, I won’t be posting a new chapter next week. I am going to be insanely busy - as in, leaving the house at 6AM and running around like crazy until 11PM kind of week. Between my grandpa slowly deteriorating and my niece being born within the next 10 days, I’ve got too much going on to give posting the care and attention I want to. Chapter 7 will be posted on June 6. Thanks for sticking with me 💕

Chapter Five

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“Well hey there you smitten kitten,” the sweet, curly-haired Dorothy purrs.

You scrunch your nose at the name, moving to take a seat at a table in the breakroom. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means.”

“Now tell us Suzy is full of it and you haven’t seen this boy five times since Saturday,” Connie scoffs before sipping her glass-bottled Coca Cola.

Your unamused gaze turns to Suzy who says, “Sorry!” in a very not-sorry voice. “You’ve been coy all week about it, we are equally invested in this relationship. They deserve to know.”

“Excuse me, you’ve been on how many dates in the last week with this boy?” Charity squawks, taking her lunch out of the fridge.

“It’s actually been less than a week.”

“Suzy, how is that helpful?” you say through an exasperated sigh.

“Five out of the last six nights is what you said, right? Sounds pretty serious.”

“To quote her roommate: ‘He must be something special since this is the most she’s been out of the apartment since move-in day’.” You were going to kill Suzy.

You grind out, “I’m not introducing you to any of my other friends if you’re going to use them against me.”

“If I remember correctly, you claimed you didn’t have any other-” The ringing of a telephone interrupts her. “Damn it, that’s mine.” She scoots out of the kitchen and you can hear her pick up the receiver. You zone out of the other womens’ discussion for a moment to hear Suzy say, “Who is this? Oh, hiiiii. How did you- Uh-huh.”

Tall, dark, and gorgeous Frances brings you back to the topic at hand. “Newbie, you need to give us the scuttlebutt.”

“Uh, I mean. . . I’ve been having a really nice time with him.”

“Get out of here with that dodginess. Come on, give us poor single girls something to hang onto.”

“Honestly, we’ve just been getting to know each other. We’ve had good conversations over dinner, walked around the park, perused some art galleries. It’s. . . been lovely. He’s a sweetheart.”

A chorus of “awwww!”s fills the room.

“You know we’re going to ask you a million questions, may as well give us as many details as you can now.”

Resigned to your fate you lean back in your chair, mentally searching for harmless information. “Umm. . . he’s from Brooklyn. He served with the army, was in Europe for the last few years. Has sisters, both parents still alive. Was a good student and an athlete. From how much he talks about his friends, he’s extremely loyal. But that’s really all I’ve got.”

“Sounds like a real dreamboat.”

“Did he give ya a smooch yet?” Connie asks around a mouthful of sandwich.

“Connie.” You know your flat tone won’t do a thing to discourage her.

“That’s a no.” She continues in a sing-song voice, “Which means it’s co-ming!”

“He hasn’t been affectionate at all?” Alice, the tiny shy one pipes up.

“He kissed my hand after our first date and I’ve gotten a few pecks on the cheek when he drops me back home. Usually when we walk and cross streets he holds my hand, or at least offers his arm.”

“A gentleman. That must be nice,” Millie, the baby of the bunch at 19, snorts.

“Do you not want to kiss him?” Connie, ever the one to get straight down to business.

You look down, can feel your heart beating fast. “I-I, uh. I. . . of course I want to kiss him.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“There’s not a problem. You’ve all seen him, you know he’s handsome. The moment just hasn’t arrived yet. I don’t want to force it and get nervous or weird.”

“You’re making me blush, Sixth Floor,” a smooth, deep voice brings the lunch-time chatter to a halt.

You turn so fast in your chair you think you may have given yourself whiplash.

The subject of your conversation is in the threshold of the breakroom, one shoulder propped against the door jam, hands full of a stunning bouquet of your favorite flowers. Suzy peers over his shoulder, ruby-red lips curled in a satisfied smirk.

You leap to your feet, smoothing down your skirt and patting your hair. “Buc-Hi!,” you say, your tone slightly shrill with embarrassment. “W-what are you doing here?!” Your face drops, thinking back to Flannery’s two warnings about male visitors in the office. “You’re not supposed to be here,” you whisper-shout - as if the office manager would pop out from behind the sofa and catch you.

“Relax, Newbie. Flannery’s out at that executives lunch, remember?” Suzy steps even with Bucky, sharing a mischievous glance. “He wanted to surprise you so he enlisted the sneakiest dame to smuggle him in.”

“And I’ll forever be in your debt, ma’am,” Bucky banters, a cheeky grin in place.

Suzy eyes him up and down, then turns to look at you. “I like this one.” The room of women collapses into giggles at her brazenness.

“Watch yourself, Suze,” you playfully warn as you approach Bucky.

“For you, ma’am,” he offers the bouquet.

Breathing in the blooms you whisper, “You remembered.”

“‘Course I did,” he whispers back. “I called Suzy from the drug store across the street to see if the coast was clear. I wouldn’t just barge in with Mrs. Flannery on duty, I promise.”

“Well, are you going to introduce us to this delightful fella or not?” Dorothy titters.

You turn back to the room, flowers in one hand while the other sneaks into the crook of Bucky’s elbow. “Apparently you’ve met Suzy. But here we’ve got Charity, Frances, Alice, Millie, Dorothy, and Connie.” Each girl greets him in their own way, some smiling, some waving. Connie just stares at him.

“Ladies, this is Bucky.”

Connie lets out a small gasp. “Wait. Bucky Barnes?”

“Uh. . . yeah?” You’re slightly unnerved. Do they know each other?

“The Bucky Barnes?! Of the Howling Commandos?!” She’s on her feet, eyes wide.

You can feel Bucky stiffen beneath your hand before he shuffles his feet.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies lowly, directing his gaze to a fixed point on the floor.

Connie practically shrieks while several other girls’ eyebrows are raised, obviously affected by her words.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh-“

“Connie, what are you going on about?” A wave of protectiveness washes over you, hand tightening on his arm.

“You have been going on dates with Bucky freakin’ Barnes and you haven’t known?!”

“Known what?”

“The Howling Commandos! Captain America!” She gestures wildly at your indifference. “Have you been living under a rock the last few years?”

“No, I’ve been living in a factory the last few years. We didn’t exactly sit around discussing the paper,” you can’t help the bite to your words, not enjoying her tone or Bucky’s unease.

He clears his throat. “My last few years of service, I was in a special operations unit.”

“With Captain America!” Connie exclaims, practically jumping up and down. “He’s, like, his childhood best friend!”

The girls go into a frenzy, talking over each other to ask questions or give compliments. Unsurprisingly, Connie’s voice silences everyone else’s.

“So. Is he single? Because he’s so cute, I really think we’d get along - I’m very patriotic and I-“

“I’m sorry, ma’am. He’s, uh- spoken for.”

“It’s the girl from the compass, isn’t it? I thought that’d be over by now. What if-“

Bucky interrupts her prattling. “Trust me - Connie, right? - that’s a bear you don’t wanna poke. It’s solid.”

“Oh.”

You had never seen Constance Adler deflate, but you’re pretty sure that’s what was happening now. She almost looks like a kicked puppy and normally you’d feel bad for her - if she hadn’t dropped a metaphorical bombshell on you.

“Bucky,” Suzy steps in, laying a hand on your shoulder, “We appreciate all you’ve done the last few years. Newbie, why don’t you show him your desk and find a vase for those flowers, yeah?”

You nod and tug Bucky out of the break room. Several steps down the hall you hear Suzy speaking in a hushed, stern tone she usually reserved for belligerent businessmen. Minutes ago, you wanted to strangle her for prodding you. But she was respectful of boundaries and definitely felt that one had been crossed. Now all you wanted was to wrap her in a hug of gratitude.

Your brain finally catches up to the new information you’ve just been given. Suddenly, Bucky made a lot more sense to you. Special operations meant specially horrible circumstances. Knowing now that he’d seen combat as well brought his struggles into sharp relief for you. And he had to handle everything in more of a public light than the average soldier.

“I’m sorry about that, Bucky. Connie can be . . . a lot.”

He shakes his head, rolls his shoulders. “Aw, it’s nothing. I’ve met worse.” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and your heart stings for him. “I was going to tell you soon, I swear. That’s not how I wanted you to find out.”

“You don’t owe me a thing. We can talk about it later.” You reach your desk and empty a glass that held your pens and pencils, swapping them out for the flowers. “These really are gorgeous. You didn’t have to do this.”

He nods, shoving his hand into his pockets. “I know. But I wanted to. Hoped they’d brighten your desk.”

“Thank you, Bucky. This was. . . incredibly sweet of you,” you murmur, even though you’re the only two in the bullpen.

Finally, his smile seems genuine. “You’re welcome.” He takes a moment to survey the office, coming to perch against your desk. “I’ve gotta admit, it’s strange being on this side of the glass.”

“It’s strange having you on this side of the glass. Not that I mind,” you add quickly, terrified of saying the wrong thing. A beat passes, Bucky staring at the floor, you staring at the flowers.

With the barest hint of amusement Bucky finally speaks up. “So, you think I’m handsome, huh?”

Bringing your hands to cover your eyes you let out a groan, prompting a manly chuckle. “God, that’s embarrassing.”

“Nah, I’m flattered really. It’s not every day a fella like me hears that from the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Okay, calm down, sweet talker,” you playfully nudge an elbow into his shoulder. “Ya know. . . you could’ve at least told me your best friend was Captain America,” you tease.

He tosses his head back in mock disgust, jarring a strand of hair loose. “To be fair, I did mention him on our first date. Several times, in fact.”

“Because I was definitely supposed to make the connection between your scrawny friend who was gravely ill his entire life and America’s Hope.”

“I’m disappointed, frankly. Seems like a pretty easy jump to me, ma’am.”

“How could I ever make it up to you, sir?”

“There is something I had in mind. . .” He leans in close. “Dinner tomorrow night?”

“I’m gonna have to check my calendar, Barnes,” you sigh, nose inches away from his. Those blue eyes search your own before they flit to your lips for a split second.

The moment is ruined when Suzy barrels into the room.

“Red alert, red alert! Flannery’s coming!”

“WHAT!” You shout, jumping away from Bucky. “She’s not supposed to be back for another 20 minutes!”

“Well evidently she didn’t enjoy herself because I saw her out the window of the breakroom. If Flannery finds out he’s here, she’s gonna bust your chops.”

The sound of grinding gears from the elevator shaft drives the point home. You look between Suzy and Bucky, frozen in your spot, mouth agape.

“I’m sorry, this was a bad idea-” Bucky starts.

“No time, hide! GIRLS OUT HERE!” Suzy immediately takes control. A stampede arrives from the breakroom in response to Suzy’s urgent tone. “Flannery is on her way up. We need to get him out of this office without her seeing him. Run interference, hide him behind you, I don’t care - under no circumstances can he be caught, capiche?”

A chorus of ‘capiche’ answers her.

“You,” she points in your direction, “stay at your desk so she doesn’t suspect you.”

Ding.

The elevator doors sweep open before anyone can elaborate on the plan. Out the corner of your eye you see Bucky vault over your desk to remain unseen. Instantaneously a few typists congregate around you, the rest act as subtle “checkpoints” in a trail toward the stairs.

Suzy approaches Flannery, who stands ominously at the front of the office, suspicion wrinkling her forehead. “Flanny, you’re back!”

“Susan-”

“Aw, you know I hate my full name. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Suzy?” Your friend stands directly in front of her, blocking the view to your desk.

You lean down, catching Bucky’s eye. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “See you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, doll,” he winks up at you, then turns to crouch-crawl to the next desk.

“I assume as many times as I have to tell you never to call me ‘Flanny’,” you hear the office manager practically growl.

“Of course, yes ma’am. Lunch go good?” Alice and Dorothy converge to talk over a file to cover Bucky’s journey to the next desk.

“Lunch went well, yes.”

Dorothy waves Frances over, evidently needing her opinion on the wording of a letter. Sheltered behind their skirts they walk Bucky to Millie’s desk which happens to sit adjacent to an enormous filing cabinet. Your window washer ducks behind it, allowing the typists to shift around - doing their best to avoid moving like a herd.

“So why the rush back?” Suzy follows Flannery to the front desk, watching Bucky’s progress surreptitiously.

“I can only handle so much male arrogance in one sitting.”

“Oh, I hear that. Say, I think that mold may be back in the breakroom, I swear I saw a spot of something.” Suzy raises her voice, “Wanna come with me to check it out?”

Flannery sighs deeply, tucking her handbag into a desk drawer. “I suppose.”

This was it. Suzy continues jabbering at Flannery, walking side by side with her. She jerks her head toward the stairwell door and Frances whispers to Bucky, “Go, go, go!”

He’s on his feet but still bent at the waist, booking it to the door.

“Wait,” Flannery turns on her heel back toward the front. Everyone sucks a breath in, thinking Bucky’s been sighted. At the syllable he had dropped to his knees and slid across the floor - landing with his back flat against the front side of Flannery’s desk. Eyes wide, you watch Flannery stride to the desk, reaching beneath it to pull out a glass bottle. “The janitors gave me a chemical mixture they used on it last time.” She was mere inches from Bucky - if she had the super-sonar hearing everyone accused her of she would definitely have heard his heart beating out of his chest.

With the bottle in hand she takes a few steps back into the bullpen before taking stock of everyone’s tension. “What’s going on?” she asks. On his tiptoes Bucky creeps to the stairwell door. Just a few more steps and we’re home-free, you try to calm yourself. Flannery makes to turn back to the front; at that point everyone was certain your job was done-for. At the last moment Connie lets out a deafening screech.

All eyes are on her, including Flannery. Then she screams, “RAT!” Every typist in the room follows suit, insisting they saw it too, hopping up on their chairs or desks.

Bucky reaches the stairwell and with one more wink in your direction, he disappears.

You breathe a deep sigh of relief from your seat atop your desk. You turn to Connie and mouth “Thank you”. She nods in return and says silently, “Sorry”.

“Ladies, ladies! Calm down! It’s just an animal!” Your office manager is absolutely fed up with this day, with these women, with this job. Quiet descends on the bullpen. “What has gotten you all ridiculously hysterical today?” The stairwell door clicks shut, causing Flannery to spin in its direction. She scans the face of every person, looking for someone to break. Much to your satisfaction, everyone is stoic.

It’s in this moment that you find yourself genuinely glad to be in this office with these women. Every one stepped up to save your job, your livelihood. And everyone was excited about this new relationship once they saw how happy you’d been. If your adrenaline hadn’t been pumping wildly you might have had to hold back tears.

But then Flannery is walking up to your desk. She gestures to the flowers Bucky had brought you. “And where did these come from?”

Suzy swoops in. “Her mother called in to have them delivered, isn’t that precious of her?”

“Is today a special occasion?”

“No ma’am, just because,” you shrug, stroking a few petals.

Flannery hums in a tone that says she isn’t entirely convinced. “Alright Susan. Show me where you saw the mold.”

“Right this way, Flanny.”

The pair disappears into the breakroom and every typist slumps and groans.

“That’s all the excitement I need for the next week,” Alice pants, hand to her chest.

Charity throws a smirk in your direction. “Newbie, that boy is trouble in the best kind of way.”

“You’re not wrong, Charity.” You turn to the flower arrangement again. “You’re not wrong.”

Chapter Seven

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846.

1. have you ever worn bright red lipstick? >> I don’t think so. Pretty sure I wouldn’t be fond of how it looked on me.

2. do you smoke the ganj? >> I don’t. I’m in the “weed makes me incredibly paranoid and anxious, and enough of it will phase me completely out of consensus reality” camp, unfortunately.

3. do you eat a lot? >> Nah. Like, sometimes I feel like I do, but then I remember that compared to the typical American portion sizes, I eat like a bird. So I guess I eat the normal amount (since American portion sizes are in no way normal, lmao).

4. do you care much about your health? >> I care enough, I guess. I try to do more good (or neutral) for myself than ill, when I can. It balances out the fact that my badbrains are probably shaving years off my life with every passing week, lmao.

5. do you know who sid and nancy are? >> The uh... Sex Pistols guy or whatever, and his lady, right?

6. do you know who bonnie and clyde are? >> More or less.

7. who do you like better? >> I don’t care about either couple’s stories, as I’m sure is obvious from my vague answers.

8. do you listen to the misfits? >> I do! Love ‘em.

9. do you like punk music? if not, you should. >> I like some of it. Not the hardcore, really fast shouty song that’s over in a minute kind of punk music, though. Horror-punk like Misfits is probably my fave, and pop-punk like Green Day is good, and whatever it is the Distillers have got goin on is good too.

10. are you christian? >> Nope.

11. if so, have you ever read the entire bible? >> I’m not Christian but I have read at least 80% of the Bible. I mostly skipped the “here’s a list of like 200 laws” and “here’s an entire genealogy” bits.

12. are you a sucker for big, blue eyes? >> No.

13. are you generally attracted to more outgoing and loud people or quiet and mysterious people? >> Well, quiet and mysterious people I relate to, and outgoing and loud people provide a balance for my own self, so I like both for different reasons. I just spend less time around the outgoing people because 1) I don’t provide enough energy exchange for them so they get bored of me and 2) it’s not often that I have enough social energy to spare for them in the first place.

14. do you listen to that hardcore shit? >> Like, hardcore, the genre? No.

15. have you gotten a new computer since 2006? >> Of course. I got a new computer just this year.

16. have you ever cried because you couldn’t be with someone? >> I don’t know. No time in recent memory, that’s for sure.

17. do you plan on going to college? >> No.

18. could you ever see yourself going to those college parties, getting drunk, fucking some random person and getting an std? For fuck’s sake…I don’t think anyone sees themselves getting an std. <-- lmao for real...

19. do you even drink? >> I do.

20. what do you like most about the opposite sex? >> ---

21. don’t you hate it when things are amazing in other people’s lives and you’re stuck in a hole alone? >> I hate it when it feels like this, yes. It’s a fallacious train of thought, because what we see of others’ lives is usually just what they’re willing to show us, and people don’t really tend to share the awful bits of their lives. So of course other people’s lives look amazing when all you see is the amazing stuff. Also, depression makes everything in my life feel worse than it actually is, so... extra fallacy.

22. do you have problems with one - or both - of your parents? >> I have problems with all of my parents.

23. do you like cheez-its? >> No.

24. do you sleep a lot? >> No.

25. do you like drinking water? >> I don’t always like it, but I do drink it more than anything else. Most of my variation in beverages comes from either kombucha or sparkling water (so, also still water).

26. what is your view on the war going on right now? >> Well, before I answer... what year was this survey made...

27. do you like george w. bush? >> Ah, there’s the time frame.

28. who do you want to win the 2008 election in november; hillary clinton or barrack obama? >> And here we are in the 2020 election season, and all I can hope for is that somehow Trump gets voted out. I’m sick of his ass.

29. who do you think will win? >> At this point, I can’t even bother to speculate. I didn’t think Trump would win the first time, and yet here we are...

30. have you ever been to a funeral? >> Yeah.

31. can you play drums? >> No.

32. can you play guitar? >> Nope.

33. what’s your passion in life? >> I don’t have one of those.

34. do you like writing? >> I do.

35. are you doing/did you do good in school? >> ---

36. do you think moths are bad luck? >> I’ve never heard that one. I love moths :(

37. or do you not believe in supersitious stuff? >> I’m just not interested.

38. are you in love with anyone? >> No.

39. if you’re in love, do you wish you weren’t? if you’re not in love, do you wish you were? >> I’m not interested in being in love.

40. if you’re in love, do you care about what anyone has to say about them, if it’s only bad news? >> ---

41. when you date, do you care about what your best friend[s] or good friends think about them? >> ---

42. will you date someone that’s not your race? >> I’m married to someone that is not my ethnicity.

43. i hope you aren’t racist… are you? >> As if I or anyone would answer this with “fuck yeah, I’m racist, what are you gonna do about it?” Like. Get real.

44. have you ever made yourself throw up? >> Yeah.

45. have you ever purposely starved yourself? >> No.

46. do you think you exercise enough? >> I would never think I exercised enough. I would always assume that I’m not doing enough. Rationally, I guess the fact that I try to take brisk walks at least 3 times a week and do short reps of various exercises throughout the day is a lot better than doing nothing at all.

47. have you ever pierced something on your body, yourself? >> Yeah, I’ve done my ears a few times. All those holes are closed up now, though.

48. have you ever listened to the band lars frederiksen and the bastards? >> No.

49. if so, what do you think of them? >> ---

50. what do you often do on saturday nights, if you’re not out somewhere and/or with friends? >> I’m usually not out somewhere on Saturday night. I’m usually at home doing whatever.

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Echoes, Ch. 29

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Fic Summary: Feet dangling off the edge of the bed, hands still resting on the earpieces of his glasses, Eggsy opened his eyes.

And promptly shut them again, screwing them shut like a child who had the distinct misfortune of biting into a raw lemon. Breathing harshly in his nose and out his mouth, trying to stave off whatever delusional panic had befallen him, Eggsy reopened his eyes.

‘Harry?’

Or: The Hologram Story Nobody Asked For

There had been a card left on his desk, with a mug of tea and a still warm scone with no agent in sight. There were plenty of agents who would do this, leave offerings of a kind to the man who’d kept it together in face of the bullshit, as Eggsy would say; but the card narrowed it down to four.

Percival could have left this. He hadn’t bothered to open the thing yet, but it was a sturdy cardstock with a simple and elegant edgework. That implied a level of class and sophistication that was easily present with Percival, and the personal touch was more in his field due to his being one of a handful of agents who had been with them through the Valentine disaster.

If Lancelot had done this, then she was looking for an upgrade to some portion of her still new feminine Kingsman collection. Between her requests for more easily concealed weaponry for sleek outfits and her more overt demands for more fashionable eyewear she was in his labs quite often.

Eggsy would have written something cheeky on the outside of the card, he couldn’t resist defacing anything elegant while in the safety of Kingsman. He didn’t dare to do so to anything in his and Harry’s house, but give him something vaguely disposable and there was sure to be a tag of some kind upon it.

Harry was the most likely culprit, based on how perfectly the tea was made and the way the scone was buttered, but he also had the least reason. Harry was the arsehole who would ping his glasses to check the time, ask the weather, or simply chat aimlessly because he was bored.

Giving in to curiosity, half the scone in his mouth, Merlin picked up the card and flicked it open. Apparently he was being summoned to a place he’d had every intention of never setting foot in again. At the base of the card was an unfamiliar signature, and looking down at the plate Merlin could see a bit of napkin, “have fun!” written in Harry’s unruly script only made worse by the material it was written on.

So, that afternoon Merlin delegated the mission feed to the Lake, took his specs and clipboard home, and found himself standing on Michelle Unwin’s doorstep.

‘You going to stand there for ages or knock like a real person, love?’ Michelle was stood at the cracked window, peering through and grinning through the blinds at him, and Merlin could feel his ears flush. Some things can be trained and some things could not- but he was confused beyond measure and uncertainty put him on edge. He was a planner, not the type of man to fly by the seat of his pants- his plans had plans, and every failsafe had a redundant one beneath it.

‘Are you implying that those who do not knock on doors are, somehow, fake people?’ Merlin lifted a brow, and he saw more than heard Michelle’s giggle as she left the window to let him in.

‘Or Vampires!’ Little Daisy Unwin popped from behind her mother, and Merlin couldn’t help but be charmed.

‘Vampires, you say? It’s definitely too late in the year for Vampires, lass.’ Merlin followed MIchelle to the table, setting down the requested biscuits before turning to crouch to Daisy’s level.

‘There’s always Vampires! But they can’t come in ‘less you say so!’ The girl seemed to take this as her exit, bounding out from the room and shutting an unseen door. Merlin chuckled as he stood, knees popping, and turned to find Michelle smiling at him.

‘Thanks for comin’ Merlin- know it was unexpected.’ She busied herself with taking a seat, pushing an empty mug in his direction. ‘No requests for tea- you take it an’ like it. I will,’ she acquiesced, ‘allow you to add cream and sugar if you desire- an’ don’t give me that tripe about takin’ tea black like your soul, I’d know you was lying.’

Merlin had rarely felt this off-kilter in a situation. The last time he’d been in this house he was acting on the requests of a ghost, and had left feeling like he’d drained an infected wound. And today was definitely not a predictable follow up to that interaction. He took the mug and poured out a healthy portion of tea, adding sugar but no cream before lifting it for a sip to the bemusement of Michelle. ‘Dare I ask the occasion?’

‘Ain’t no occasion, just figured you was like Harry and didn’t do shit outside your job without an Unwin forcin’ you. So, here’s an Unwin, forcing you out of your comfort zone.’

‘I’d like to believe tea is familiar territory for everyone, Mrs. Unwin.’ He hid his confusion behind the mug, eyes closed to further savour the warmth as it sank down his body.

‘It’s Michelle, you idiot, and it ain’t about the tea- that was just to get you inside;’ Michelle sat back in her chair, hands still on the table, ‘This is gonna become a regular thing, Merlin- you’re going to come to my house, we are going to chat, and I’m going to drag you into proper personhood if it’s the last thing I do. You spies are so for into your heads that you’re forgettin’ how to live proper, from what Eggsy’s told me. Not in so many words, but I can read between lines just fine, thanks.’

‘I hate to disagree with whatever Eggsy’s told you, now that he has begun telling you things-’

‘Oh he ain’t actually telling me shit; but between his and Harry’s blinders to what’s in front of ‘em and Roxy’s bein’ unable to make regular conversation with the boys there’s somethin’ wrong with you spy types.’

‘Dare I ask what you mean by that?’ Merlin didn’t dare follow a train of thought while confused. He’d end up like those late night Wikipedia binges and end up somewhere entirely unrelated.

‘You learn so much abou’ looking for the shit you can’t see that you’re blind to the obvious. You live in this world just like the rest of us, you’re supposedly protectin’ us from the shit we common types can’t handle, but you don’t let yourselves actually be a part of it. You’re here, but you… you lot don’t engage with the world as it is in the day-to-day, just at its worst, and that gets you stuck in a rut you can’t even see, yeah?

‘My Eggsy’s a man now, I didn’ see that ‘til he’d gone off and changed without me and came back to save me from my shitty choices, but he still goes to the pub with the boys from the estates. He hasn’ just shut himself up and waited for things to happen- even when he was mourning for Harry he was still out doing shit that wasn’ related to Kingsman. An’ trying to connect his new life with his old one withou’ forcing people to change- bringin’ Roxy to pub nights or invitin’ his mates to his and Harry’s place for a game night. He mighta gotten some new digs, but he didn’ let you lot turn him into one of you.’

‘Oh certainly not- the shoes alone cause enough talk, and we can’t get him to lose them unless it’s a matter of life and death.’ Merlin didn’t say that he’d personally ensured that he had the ability to defend himself, no matter how he was dressed, between those winged trainers having extra blades and his snapbacks with garottes in the seams Eggsy was never unarmed. He also didn’t mention how Eggsy’s refusal to bend to the whims of the elder generation had done nothing but endear himself to the support staff.

‘Yeah, well, can’ take the estates from the kid no matter how he’s dressed- and you posh types needed a good kick in the arse. The world’s changing, an’ trying to do the same shit to fix a new problem just don’t work. That’s just the way it is- an’ without fresh eyes you can’ see shit. So,’ Michelle lifted a hand and gestured regally to herself and the house around her, ‘here’s your dose of reality courtesy of Unwin. No expiration date, no catch, no choice- you’ll come here an’ get an outside view of somethin’ and you’re gonna like it.’

‘This is quite honestly the last thing I’d have expected after our last conversation.’

‘Yeah, well, I was gettin’ impatient waiting for you to show back up here- figured I’d have to make the opening move.’

‘What made you think I’d come back here at all?’

�� ‘You ain’t the type of person to leave a job half done, Merlin, from what Eggsy’s said ‘bout you over the last year ‘n change. You delivered a message but you didn’t see any of the results of that message- and you’re the person who cares about results just as much as actions.’

‘Are you certain that Eggsy doesn’t tell you anything about his work?’

‘Sure as I am that he’s got no clue Hart’s in love with him.’

Merlin spat out his tea.

‘How are you so sure about that?’

‘If you’ve spent half as long as I have talkin’ with him about Eggsy, I don’t have to explain it. You know. He doesn’t- neither of ‘em seem to have any clue about the other, and they’re both idiots, and I’m about sick of waiting for them to figure it out.’

‘And you don’t have objections?’

‘The fuck place do I have for objections? Am I Eggsy? No. Am I Harry? No. Shit, I’m barely Egggsy’s mum- he practically raised himself, and I have to accept that he grew up withou’ me and is able to make his own choices. B’sides,’ Michelle shrugged a shoulder, ‘with the way you lot go through life, I figure they’re at about the same level- emotionally, at least.’ She tucked a hair behind her ear and lifted her mug to her lips. ‘You, on the other hand, don’t have got a lot of growing to do- just a lot of rememberin’.’

‘I’m not a child you have to guide along-’

‘You ain’t a kid at all, and I don’t know if you ever were- compared to the rest of ‘em, you’ve got a head on your shoulders. Your problem is, it’s facin’ the wrong way. You’re so focused on what could or has gone wrong that you don’ celebrate the good shit. So, today, we start changin’ that.’ Michelle stood from the table and made her way into the kitchen, voice muffled by the distance but still clear. She came back out a moment later with a bag of jelly babies and a twister board whose wheel had been repurposed- numbers instead of limbs and four emoticons instead of colours- a heart, a set of glasses, a beaker, and a question mark.

‘We’re gonna try this today, and if it don’t work it don’t work, but we’re gonna try. You’re gonna spin this, an’ then you’re gonna tell me however many good things that happened to you for each category. You got,’ she gestured to the heart, ‘your personal life,’ the beaker, ‘your hobbies,’ the glasses, ‘your work,’ the question mark, ‘and just general good shit. If you finish the category, you get a prize- and I got it on good authority you like these so don’ play around pretend otherwise.’

‘And if I can’t?’ He was intrigued, if incredibly confused, by Michelle as a person- but perhaps she had a point. There were not many moments free for celebrating a job well done, with so much of the world consistently in crisis. Even mourning was pushed aside to make room for more current problem solving, but Kingsman needed to change. Harry’d known it from before he’d proposed Lee as a candidate, he’d held fast to the need for change all through Chester’s tenure as Arthur and even now was pushing against the elder Agents for change. Perhaps he wasn’t as exempt from that collective as he’d thought.

‘If you can’t think up enough things, I’ve given Harry some nerf guns and post-its to make your life inconvenient. Won’t put anyone in danger, but he’s been encouraged to be as annoying as possible between us meetin’ if you can’t look on the bright side a bit.’

‘And that’s supposed to be encouraging?’ Harry was a shit as it was, having someone else agree with his assessments and make it easier for him to be so did not seem like a positive.

‘Ain’t you seen Life of Brian? Always look on the bright side of life, love- an’ if gettin’ barraged with foam bullets gets you to open your bloody eyes and see the flowers you’re walkin’ past I’m gonna fuckin’ get it done somehow. Get Roxy and Eggsy in on it as well- they don’t know about this now, mind, figured it’s personal like, but Harry’s been your friend longer’n Eggsy’s been alive so he can do what he likes.

‘Change starts at the top- especially with people like you who’re built on image and silver spoons. They won’ even think about doin’ something different until they can see it ain’t gonna do any harm; an’ they won’t start actin’ different till it’s made so normal that they’re the weird ones if they don’t change, too. You’re the heart of them, Merlin- you train ‘em and keep ‘em safe and you kept the lot of them in line after Valentine- when you change, they’ll give it a shot, I think.’

Michelle Unwin had never been the person one could call on to make decisions; she hadn’t ever been the one who knew what was right or wrong in a moment. But she could tell when somethin’ was stuck, she could see (or guess at) the kind of change that needed to happen, and she wasn’t the kind of woman to back down just cos something was tough- not when it came to other people.

She may have fucked up her own life, may’ve made a stranger of her eldest kid and a father out of a bastard of a man, but she was a new woman now- and she wanted to help. She knew she could be of help. She sat across from the imposing Scotsman, who was staring at the board with the same look Daisy got when she was unsure of something, waiting for something to change. She couldn’t have told you how long they sat there, her watching him and him trying to stare his way through a bit of glossed up cardboard, one of each of their hands curled about a cooling mug of tea.

Merlin reached forward, and spun the arrow.

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