#hey have you ever wanted to listen to the ramblings of a fucking mad man? here you go bc god does writing this out make me sound crazy
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My Old Nick hc's, interpretation, analysis, and other odd bits PT.1
Part 2
This is long overdue but I feel I oughta get something out of the way. I've had a incredibly aggressive special interest in him for like 3-5ish years and at some point in writing hc's I just started making shit up(I mean isn't that just hc's are?) because I really just took a guy with a whopping 14 lines of dialogue and just started sprinting.
I'm choosing to actually leave a few things out as I wish to explore those ideas more in This isn't over Jack, Ill probably swing back around to this after I wrap that up. In the mean time if you wanna swap ideas I'm down(please please please pleaseplea)
Turns out I hit text limit with this oh my lord, ill post pt2 tomorrow, i'm sorry
Can't think of anything particularly triggering in this but i'll warn it gets just kinda bleak
Human turned Fae- I will not elaborate, this will be explained later...
would actually break your legs if you called him a fairy
I've never actually pinned down any specific powers for him for some reason? like i just cant think of like any that i could write/ illustrate that wouldn't feel too gauche... So I just kinda nebulously imaged so weird fae-fuckery type of magic- though I think the most compelling interpretation of his powers was in Scouts Australian Christmas (pls go read it, its a really good fic)
Gay, but I cant imagine he's like particularly out about it; like its a iykyk sorta think because I definitely feel there probably some shame or internalized homophobia there (smth smth homophobic senator caught in a gay bar joke)
Autistic, but most definitely not diagnosed- he would become absolute incensed if you suggested it, like "There is nothing wrong with me, I am normal" but you can tell that he knows there's something "wrong with him" but he has no idea what and is incredibly afraid of even attempting to confront that
Can't imagine there's a moment where he's not masking, he doesn't understand his own limits and will keep doing things until he quite literally can't anymore
Probably has some ~effeminate~ interest he's deeply embarrassed by, but like in all reality its very normal and even if it was thats not a bad thing, he just makes it a big deal for no reason
STRADDLING the line between infodumping and mansplaining
Could be genuinely into a topic but he's just so condescending about it
High functioning alcoholic, kinda in that 50s/ rich way but it's very obvious he has a problem but everyone always brushes it off as "thats just how he is/ things are"
Nick could honestly just be summed up in his impact as a *a systematic bad thing happens again and again* "thats just how things are, get over it" sorta thing or a "Heart warming: student raises funds to prevent orphans from being sent to orphan grinder" and then no-one questions why the orphan grinder exists in the first place
He has been meticulously constructing his public image/ brand as "Old Nick"/ "The Spirit of Australian Christmas"
He is a liar, but he's a very good liar
His accent is fake, his laugh is fake, his public lore is fake and he's not even Australian he's British! (Which is arguably worst thing he has done)
He's basically been voice training to keep up a modern australian accent for years now, but his real accent is more of that 1700s british (which actually sounds different from modern a modern britsh accent) but sometimes he's has moments and his accent slips (mostly when he's yelling)
Has practiced his evil villain laugh so hard, like its a good villain laugh but if you listen hard you can tell its not real
Genuinely so fucking embarrassed by his actual laugh which i can only describe as if a goose that has been smoking a pack a day was being strangled to death
I kinda go back an forth on Nicks upbringing sometimes, because I kinda feel I went the kinda overplayed sorta tragic backstory; but also growing up in 1700s England was probably not fun if you weren't rich and also have you ever met a miserable boomer who does the whole "kids these days are too damn soft back when I was a kid *recounts an incredibly traumatizing event*!" Thing? Yeah he probably does that a lot and it makes everyone kinda uncomfortable
Maybe orphaned? Probably had brothers because he has strong younger brother "your oppressing me by giving me a task" energy (btw this relates to a super stupid hc that im not gonna share because its incredibly dumb)
Expressed a lot of attention seeking behavior from a young age, would purposefully get into trouble so someone would notice him
This behavior followed him into adult life and it would just keep getting worst and worst, like getting into bar fights that he would definitely lose and petty crime
Eventually he just kept ramping up the severity of his crimes till he actually had a warrant/ bounty placed for his arrest
To avoid getting arrested he became a sailor in his late 20s and jumped between ships and trades up until his 50s/60s
Eventually he was arrested and then get shipped off to Australia
After a few months he stuck there he was like "actually, fuck this" and started plotting an escape
He stole a boat and with his previous knowledge from being a sailor he was so full of himself he thought he did single-handedly sail and navigate back Britain or a British sympathetic colony and then lay low for the rest of his life
Of course he didn't happen and due to the fact he is stupid he got stranded in antarctic and the rest is history
If you wanna know how we got from "random crusty criminal" to "Spirit of Australian Christmas" you have to stick around for my shit ass comic and videos fucker
anyway where was i, Nick proceeded to twists that into "Yeah i totally meant to do discover antarctic, even though i was a 1780s peasant who would have not have even known that antarctic was even thing" he kinda sorta dropped the rest of it and made up more shit Homelander style
I don't believe that Nick was like well off in anyway when he was still mortal, and despite being just bludgeoned over the head with the effects of classism and a nightmare capitalist hell society he developed this horrible idolization of the rich and developed this almost "by your bootstraps" mentality but with like the brutality rich bushiness owners would treat there workers, where he though if he became horrible and ruthless he could trample and climb on the backs of his fellow men till he made it to that oh so coveted high society life.
probably doesn't help he would do absolutely anything for money either
and the thing is he made it, he's just unfathomably rich(that is till all those gambling debts catch up to him...) he got what he wanted, he got he's gotten all the money and attention he could have wanted... and yet he's miserable, nothing will ever be enough for him.
Throw back motif that's still my favorite- "decaying luxury". Nick is like obviously rich as fuck and yet just refuses to fix anything, like his sweater has so many little holes in it he just stopped bothering to fix, he's patched his pants so many times, stairs worn down to the point the rug is thread bear and the wood is dented, intricate arsenic and lead laced wallpaper that's now water damaged and peeling, his favorite chair's seams are ripped, and the stuffing and springs are just compressed and flat to the point its not even comfortable to sit in anymore. Like he can fix it, he has the money, and yet he just won't for some reason.
Oh speaking of arsenic and lead- mans is just absolutely FULL of lead, arsenic, asbestos, any other harmful thing the Victorians where just absolutely HUFFING
tangent on a tangent, i really associate him with the Victorian era despite him being born in the 1700s, maybe its the child labor, maybe its the stupid chops, he just looks like he should be in super tall neck-line and doing coke for a headache
Nick is just both incredibly self absorbed but also so fucking insecure, like very big insecure man makes his problems everyone else's problem and take his out on other people to feel better about himself energy
He's just so vain too, like i image he's just obsessed with himself and his image, probably doesn't help he's quite literately has been decomposing for like the last two centuries (IT WILL BE EXPLAINED WHY LATER I PROMMY) so he just has this like incredibly extensive Patrick Bateman ass self-care routine so he doesn't get moldy
#hey have you ever wanted to listen to the ramblings of a fucking mad man? here you go bc god does writing this out make me sound crazy#i did not expect to hit char limit with this dear god...#and for a guy that hasn't been relevant since 2011#im genuinely so nervous to post this bc this is just so much but this is what its like in my head 24/7 i have to live like this#tf2#tf2 headcanons#tf2 old nick#from the mouth of madness#old nick tf2
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love, i found you |carmen berzatto x reader|
prompt: how anchovy berzatto came into your and carmen's lives. or the story of anchovy berzatto, dumpster kitten turned spoiled cat.
contains: mentions of animal being abandoned/ stray kitten. small, malnourished anchovy but nothing graphic (i won't do that to you i promise). mainly fluff. language. richie being a hater a little lol.
word count: 2.9k+
“Chefs, keep the stations clear-”
“-Has anyone seen Richie?-”
“-Jeff, I need more branzino for the seven fishes-”
“-Heard, Tina. There, uh, I think there’s some-”
“-Carm, have you seen the books for tonight?-”
“-Has anyone seen Richie? Richie! Where the fuck is he?”
A chaotic melody of screams meshed together in some kind of disarray of harmony, one speaking over the other, the sound of pots and pans clashing, hisses of sizzling food in them a backtrack to the madness.
“I’m right here, Sugar.” Richie scoffed, buttoning the front of his jacket. He patted your shoulder in passing, cheek pressing lightly to yours, muttering, “How’re you, sweetheart? Doin’ good?” In passing.
He was the first to notice you, even over Carmen. The rest of the staff bustling through the kitchen prep, trying to squeeze everything in before the family meal. Carmen had invited you to family, but you were starting to regret agreeing, feeling useless and in the way in the face of the hectic nature.
“Where have you been?” Sugar huffed at Richie, heels clacking in a stomp towards the office. “I have a million fucking things- oh, hey.” She paused, eyes lighting in a greeting when they landed on you.
“I didn’t know you were here. How are you?” Sugar hugged you, a soft side hug in greeting that you returned stiffly.
“I’m good. How are you?” You muttered, eyes still scanning the kitchen.
Sugar let out a dry laugh, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Ask me in about an hour.” She shook her head. “I have a million fucking things to do as I was telling Richie.” She turned, eyes narrowing pointedly at the man. “Only two dishwashers showed up tonight.”
“You’re shitting me.” Richie groaned. “That fuckin’ jagoff- take a chance on me, bullshit.”
“Yeah, so Neil needs to wash utensils tonight between the floor, ok?” Sugar jabbed a manicured nail into her clipboard.
“Is there anything I can do?” You squeaked, much smaller than you meant it to. Richie and Sugar turned to you, both blinking, like they’d forgotten you were even there. “Carm invited me to family, but I can help. I can wash dishes if you need me too. I don’t have anything else to do.”
“That would be-” Sugar nodded in a sigh, a small smile spreading across her face. “Did I ever tell you I love you? Seriously.” She turned to Carm, who was passing behind her. “Carm, don’t ever fuck this up with her, you hear me? I’ll kill you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Carmen muttered, and you knew by the drone in his voice he wasn’t listening, too consumed with other things, discarding vegetable scraps into the trash.
“This thing is fuckin’ full. Can they not- Oh, hey.” Carmen’s features softened at the sight of you, spine straightening gently. “When’d you get here?”
“Just a few minutes ago.” You leaned forward, his lips brushing your cheek softly in greeting. “I didn’t want to disrupt. You seemed… busy.”
Carmen snorted. “Yeah, uh, that’s a word for it. Busy, out of my fuckin’ mind because this trash is fuckin’ full!” He boomed at no one in particular.
“Now, I gotta take this out and replace it, and that puts us back, and every second counts, does it not, cousin?” Carmen rambled, glaring at Richie, yanking the sides of the trashcan off the rim.
“Look, I didn’t know that the two didn’t show-”
“-No, of course you didn’t. Can’t pay attention to shit-”
“-Alright, let’s bring it down.” Sugar lifted her hands, eyeing Carmen with a slight nod of her head towards you.
“Sorry.” Carmen muttered, eyes lifting to you. “Sorry, cousin. I-I’m just, we’re fuckin’ booked, an-and I’m so far behind-”
“-I’ll take it.” You squeaked, a little too eagerly. Carmen’s brows furrowed, you cut him off before he could finish. “No, seriously, you’re all busy. I’ll go take this out and then I’ll help make sure the utensils are ready.”
“N-No, I can’t ask you to do that. That would be shitty.” Carmen shook his head, pulling the trash bag out of the can.
“Good thing you didn’t ask me. I offered.” Your hand wrapped over his, squeezing his closed fist gently with a tiny grin. “Go, I got it.”
Carmen beamed, cheeks tinging pink. If he wouldn’t have been in the middle of the kitchen prep rush, he would’ve kissed you, pressed you right up against the wall and smooched you sloppy. Instead, he let you take the trash.
“Gary!” Richie called behind you. “Make sure you let her back in, alright? Just knock and he’ll let you back in. You’re a fucking life saver, y’know that?” Richie beamed, pushing the heavy steel door open so you could duck under his arm.
It was surprisingly warm- well, warm-ish for Chicago in the winter. No snow, no need for a heavy jacket but brisk enough for a chill. The dumpster lid was already flipped over, and you were thankful for that, slinging the bag over the edge, turning to go back inside.
You stopped, halting just as you’d turned. The tiniest squeak of a cry, desperate and alert. You turned scanning the alley walls, the corners by the dumpster until you heard it again, that same pitiful whimper echoing off the metal of the dumpster- inside the dumpster.
You hesitated for a moment. You couldn’t leave it, whatever it was, it sounded pathetic and in pain. Your eyes flickered back to the building, you could see Gary in the small window, head turned towards the others. They were so busy, you couldn’t ask Carmen or even Fak.
“I’ll be right back.” You cooed towards the dumpster frantically. “Just hold tight for me, ok? I’ll get you out, one sec.” It was silly, but you felt the need to say it, even if just for yourself.
Sprinting towards the door, you knocked on the glass rapidly. Gary pushed it open. “I need your help.” You stopped him before he could walk away. “J-Just for a second. I promise.”
Gary’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, are you- you’re ok?”
“Yeah, I mean,” You turned towards the dumpster. “There’s something in there. I think it’s a cat? I think it’s hurt.”
“A cat?” Gary’s eyes widened, still, he followed your furious pace towards the dumpster. “Wait, I-I don’t think- Lemme get Carm-”
“-No, he’s busy.” You shook your head. “It will just take me a second. I just need you to help me get down.”
Gary paused, watching you in complete awe- maybe horror- push off a discarded crate towards the ledge of the dumpster. “This is- no, this is fuckin’ crazy, I’m sorry. You don’t know what that thing has-”
Your small gasp cut him off, eyes rounding in awe. There in the piles of trash, a fuzzy blip of orange fur nestled into the black bags- a tiny, scraggly kitten, mewling helplessly.
“Oh my God,” You muttered. “It’s a baby.”
“A baby?” Gary gawked.
“A kitten baby.” You corrected, lip jutting. “I have to get it.”
“I really don’t think you should be doin’ this.” Gary looked back at the door then to you. “You can’t go in the dumpster, c’mon.”
“You want to go in instead?” You huffed, eyes rolling at his disgusted snarl. “Just- I’ll do it.” You leaned to the side, taking a deep breath of fresh air, swallowing down a gag at the expected smell.
Holding your breath, you let yourself fall into the dumpster, the squishy bags of trash uneasy under your feet. The small kitten whined, crying at the shift of your weight.
“This is fuckin’ insane.” Gary muttered, shaking his head.
“Aye, Sweeps, what the fuck?” Richie’s voice boomed, the slam of the door making both of you jump. “Take your smoke break later, you jagoff, I need your-”
“-I’m not-” Gary huffed in annoyance. “She’s in the dumpster.”
“Who?” Richie asked.
“Me!” You swallowed a retch, the pungent stench of the trash filling your senses as you crouched closer towards the kitten. At least it wasn’t summer.
“Why the fuck is Carmen’s girl in the dumpster?” Richie roared. “Carmen! Get out here now, cousin!”
“Why is she in the dumpster? Why the fuck are you in the dumpster?” Richie’s furious stomps were muted from the outside. You cringed, still trying to hold your breath, coaxing the small kitten into your hold.
The poor thing, so small- so fucking small. Shaking in your hold, crying and whining, but turned into the warmth of your palm. A cry bubbled from your chest, mixing with a gag at the smell.
“Cousin, what? What the fuck is-” Carmen bounded outside, stopping when he saw the top of your head pop up, out of the dumpster. “The fuck?”
“Your girl’s in the garbage.” Richie shook his head.
“Yeah, why the fuck- Baby, w-why are you- What are you doin’?” Carmen jogged towards you, hoisting himself over the side of the dumpster, arm extended for you.
“She found a cat.” Gary rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“A cat?” Richie repeated.
“A kitten.” You showed Carmen, pulling the small thing from your chest, where you cradled him close to you.
Carmen blinked at you. “You went in the dumpster f-for a cat? A cat?” He shook his head, confused. “Baby, that thing could have diseases a-and rabies and shit-”
“-He’s starving.” You countered, lip jutting in a firm pout. Carmen hated the way he could feel himself melting. The determination in your glare, ferocious yet soft.
“I could hear him crying, a-and I couldn’t leave him.” You shook your head, petting the tiny kitten’s soft fur.
“So you climbed in the trash?” Richie snarled in disgust.
“Climbed right in the dumpster.” Gary nodded.
“Alright.” Carmen looked over his shoulder at them, a pointed glare on his face. “Just- Lemme get you outta there, alright?”
“Here,” You handed him the small cat, carefully cradling him. Carmen hesitated, a grimace in his scowl. Your eyes narrowed at him, a warning. “Hold him gently.”
So he did, of course he did, it’s what you wanted. Passing him to Richie with the same snarl of instructions, pulling you out of the dumpster, a firm hold on your waist as you climbed back over.
Richie was passing you the kitten with a grimace of disgust, dusting his hands off dramatically. “There. There’s your garbage cat that can not come back in the restaurant. Cousin,” He glared at Carmen. “We don’t want another fuckin’ C. Get shut down for havin’ fleas or shit.”
Carmen glared at him. “No, he’s right.” You nodded. “Can you bring me my purse? I’m going to see if I can get him checked out. I’ll be back.”
“Let me come with you.” Carmen offered, motioning for Gary to go get your things, untying his blue apron.
“Carm, no. You’re busy. I can do it.” You shook your head.
Carmen rolled his eyes. “No, I’m comin’ with you. Last time I let you do somethin’ alone. End up in the fuckin’ garbage.” He snorted playfully. “Besides, I think there’s a place down the street. The vet has been in a few times. I’ll see if I can, y’know, coerce him to squeeze us in.”
“Coerce?” You lifted your brows playfully, petting the tiny kitten gently, trying to still his quivering.
“Yeah, coerce.” Carmen rolled his eyes, swapping his apron out for his jacket, handing you yours. “Give ‘im a free dinner or somethin’.”
“No fuckin’ way, no.” Richie shook his head. “Cousin, you’re already late- Sydney is pissed, and you’re not bringing that fuckin’ flea bag in here.”
You held the small cat close to your chest, still damp from his bath at the vet. Carmen’s coercing had worked, Dr. Vallenti had took the bribe happily, squeezing you both in for a check up. The tiny kitten, barely two pounds, malnourished and positively pitiful. You didn’t even have to ask, Carmen knew from the way you held him close to your chest, eyes rounding just barely when the vet asked if you’d be keeping him.
“Of course,” Carmen nodded easily, squeezing your knee gently. “Just give him whatever he needs for right now, and what we need t’get. We’ll get it.”
“He doesn’t have fleas, Richie.” You sneered, cradling the small cat in your jacket to keep him warm. His shake was down to a soft tremble, not as constant but still there.
“Yeah fuckin’ right, rabies then-”
“-Cousin.” Carmen sneered. Richie stopped with a huff, throwing his arms up and muttering something as he stormed away.
“Here,” Carmen muttered, a hand on the small of your spine, pushing you into his office. “I’ll grab you a bowl and a plate for his food, alright? You just, just stay in here, ok? Richie’s right, he can’t be out.”
“I’ll keep him in here.” You nodded, sitting in the small chair. “Do you have a towel?”
“Yeah, I’ll grab that too.” Carmen slung his jacket off, running a hand through his messy curls. “I, uh, I gotta get scrubbed up and put my stuff on, but if you need anything just yell, alright?” He ducked out to the small closet, snatching a towel and two dishes off the drying rack.
“I’ll be alright.” You hummed, fingertip tracing down the kitten’s tiny head. He purred under your touch, made your chest burst with warmth.
Carmen’s lips pulled in a smile, putting the dishes on the ground for you, shedding his own shirt. You were entirely enamored with the cat, that was for sure, not even a sideways, ogling glance at Carmen’s shirtless figure.
“Shit.” Your head snapped up, wide eyed at Carmen. “I forgot the dishes. I-I’m so sorry, I can-”
“-It’s alright, baby.” Carmen dropped his pants, biting back a smirk at how your eyes did drop this time. “Tina got her son and his friend to come in. We’re good, baby.”
“Oh.” You nodded, eyes lingering on his boxer clad ass, before back to the kitten. “Good.”
Carmen shrugged on his chef’s coat, walking over to you. “It’ll be kinda a late night.” His eyes softened in apology. “I’ll have someone run you a plate when we get outta the weeds, alright?”
“Thank you.” You muttered, head tilting back for a kiss. Carmen obliged, your lips pulling him in for a longer kiss than he expected, sweet- left his body burning with heat. “Thank you.” You repeated, eyes shining sweetly.
“C’mon.” Carmen whispered gently, shaking his head at you. “You know I would do anythin’.” He pressed a kiss to your head, looking down at the small kitten before he left.
“I think he likes it?” You whispered, on your stomach next to Carmen.
It was nearly two in the morning, the two of you just returning back to the brownstone you called home. Lying on the freshly laid tile of the kitchen, you watched the small cat explore the space.
“Yeah, think he’s gettin’ used to it.” Carmen muttered, shaking the small stick so the feather danced over the kitten, grinning when he’d scrunch and bat at it clumsily.
You pressed your head into your hand, watching the kitten prowl, ears finally perked up instead of flat back in fear. “We have to name him.” You blinked, looking up at Carmen.
“Yeah,” Carmen grinned. “Yeah, that-that would be a good idea, right?” He beamed playfully.
You smiled, gently petting the kitten’s back, smiling at how he arched into your touch. “I think it should be something kinda with the restaurant.” You suggested. “Since that’s where we found him.”
“Yeah? Like Bear?” Carmen muttered.
Your nose crinkled gently. “He doesn’t really look like a Bear.”
“No,” Carmen agreed, shaking his head. “More like a Garfield.”
You snorted lightly, rolling your eyes. “That’s such a gimme name.” You shook your head. “Maybe not the restaurant, exactly, but… similar?”
“Yeah? Like Trash Can?” Carmen muttered, lips curling playfully.
You gasped lightly, smacking his leg playfully. “No.” You huffed. “Something maybe with food?”
“Carrot?”
“No.” You pouted lightly, head tilting towards the small cat, occupied with Carmen’s sweatpant strings. “What about, like, Anchovy?”
“Anchovy?” Carmen snorted in amusement softly.
“Yeah, like the fish.” You shrugged softly. “And cats eat fish- well, in the cartoons they do, y’know?”
“Yeah, I know, baby.” Carmen grinned softly down at you. “You think he looks like an Anchovy?”
The small kitten turned, perking towards Carmen, padding happily over to him. Your face lit, glowing with beaming pride and adoration as Carmen scooped up the small kitten, let him rub his face into his chest sleepily- sweetly. You thought you might melt into a puddle on the floor at the sight.
“Alright.” Carmen laughed lightly. “Think you’re right. Think he’s an Anchovy.”
“Anchovy Berzatto.” You hummed, crawling between Carmen’s spread legs, petting the tiny cat. You smiled so brightly at Carmen, his own cheeks burned, flaming under your radiant affection.
Your lips caught him again, pulling him in for a sweet, longing kiss over the small kitten’s head. Your hands in Carmen’s hair, pulling him closer and closer, kissing him like a lifeline- it made his head swim, chest swell with adoration.
Anchovy chirped, teetering on a meow and yawn, little paw stretching in Carmen’s hold. Your forehead pressed to Carmen's, you ducked down to coo at the small kitten, moving to sit in between Carmen’s legs, your back to his chest.
Home with your little family, complete with the little kitten, Anchovy Berzatto.
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|| Till Death Do My Part ||
Description: Love has the capacity to stand the test of time, hardship and betrayal. Steve Rogers had taught you that first hand.
Pairing: Old!Steve Rogers | Ex-Avenger!Reader.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Steve Rogers. This is a rather angsty piece so browse at your own discretion and only if you can deal with the idea of the other woman.
Warning(s): Angst, an emotional rollercoaster, probably morally gray Steve, character death, ramblings of a mad woman (the writer) basically.
Note: I've nothing to say for myself except I don't condone asshole lovers irl.
MASTERLIST
love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
Steve Rogers was a selfish asshole and you hated him.
You had sworn to yourself to never let the man that sat across the field see your face ever again. Not that he wanted to, anyways. As you had furiously wiped at your tears and turned a deaf ear to Bucky's calls, you had entered your vehicle after promising yourself to never be in the vicinity of Steve Rogers ever again. The painful burn of realization that your love hadn't been enough had burnt hot in your tight chest as you had raced your vehicle away and out of your colleagues' sights for the rest of your life.
At least, that had been the intention at the time.
But as days, weeks and months passed of you hating, cursing, loathing and detesting your former lover, you had come to the humiliating realization that you had indeed loved more between the two of you. And fuck, you had loved hard. Denial did not take long to wear off after that. The light of your days was dark without him and you had never been a romantic before him. Maybe the time you had spent being in love had not been that long. But it was enough to leave you absolutely miserable without some sort of contact with him. You were lucky he was still alive because what were the odds of that?
You did not really know.
But what you did know was time was not on your side.
You told yourself you were not exaggerating or being crazy. After all, the woman he had left you for had initially spent an even briefer period of time with him but had left him so influenced that every time you recalled his gaze before he had left now in hindsight, the strife in the stormy blue of his orbs hit you in the face like a resounding slap.
Maybe you had been selfish as well; way too absorbed in your own fancy and needs to care about the inner battle he fought every day.
But then again, you had not forced yourself on him and he could just have been honest. You knew yourself and respected him as a person well enough to know that you would have still ended up in the same place and dynamic with him as you were currently.
"I am sorry, what was that?" You ignored the pang in your heart as light bounced off his silver wedding band when he went to put down his jalapeno loaded taco with a wince. Damn, it never failed to tug at your heartstrings. "Hm?" You put one hand behind your ear to mock-listen as Steve grunted and grabbed some water. "Ohhh, so that's what old age sounds like!" The man shook his head at your childishness -he had always called it that- as he coughed, placing one hand on his burning chest.
Maybe that was why you had not been enough.
You resisted the urge to shake your head to rid yourself of the thoughts.
But the constant wonder and speculation of why was a matter out of your own control; you simply could not help it.
In every instance, any and all words that were uttered in some sort of a disapproval to one of your quirks or actions, back down you went the agonizing spiral of the countless what ifs.
Maybe if you had been a certain way, the man sitting in front of you would be in his thirties and not…
You blinked, sinking your nails into of your thighs to try and slow down your racing mind.
"Ha-ha" was what he could let out before he descended into a coughing fit. Your teasing smile dissipated into an expression of concern.
"Hey Steve…" You were on your feet in an instant, well aware of the fragility of his body as you speed walked to where he was sitting on the couch from your spot across the coffee table. The serum gave him extra years and more mobility and agility than people his age but not even the original Captain America could rival time. "You okay?" Reaching his heaving form, you placed one gentle hand on his shoulder and rubbed on his back to try for relief with the other one. "Slowly, now" you whispered, biting your lip to calm your own heart as he overcame his fit and slowly sipped on some water. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have challenged you like that, Steve… I should have known better" please, I cannot fathom losing you so don't push yourself for my childish shenanigans if you can't. You bit your tongue. "Sorry" his smile was a gentle assurance to your pout as he placed a worn hand on yours.
So many words necessary to be left unspoken.
"It's okay, sweetie. I enjoyed it" the pet name welled up emotion to the brim and before it could spill in the form of tears you hugged his shoulders and nuzzled your face between them, breathing in his scent and savoring every little bit as the man patted your arm comfortingly. He had noticed you had become very apologetic, so he tried his best to reassure you as much as possible every time.
He was not a fool.
Steve saw through you every time the gears started to turn in your head.
So many silences mandatory to be left unbroken.
You had intended to just check up on him from afar when you had first arrived in Boston a year ago, honest you did. A glimpse would have sufficed your desperation. But when he had paused in front of the town branch of your favorite coffee place on what had seemed to be a grocery trip, your feet had worked on their own. Memories of all the times you two had argued about why it was and was not the best cafe in all of America had flooded you until you were drowning, resolve abandoned.
"Fancy a cup and a cake pop or two?" Steve had visibly jumped before whipping his head to look at you, eyes wide, panicked, guilty, emotional, shocked, shameful. But you had been so full of love and forgiveness in that moment; grateful for having just been able to exist next to him after all that torturous time apart, senses overflowing from his scent and heart at ease at the sight of his face regardless of its jadedness, you had smiled a reassuring smile.
All answering and all concluding.
Steve's confusion had morphed into a small smile but not entirely faded away as he had nodded. Only when it finally did, guilt was replaced by it because he realized just how devoted and in love you really were. Miserable. And it was not long before he had found himself grabbing back at you; his only sense of familiarity left in the world.
For now he was not a man out of his time, but one that was past it.
And though he had initially tried, who was he to turn away such a beautiful bond as the one you two grew to share this time around?
He was past forgiveness and redemption anyways.
Though Steve had made every nick, every prick, every tug and every rip both worth it all and worse at the same time in his final moments a decade and a half later.
You were standing next to the bed the hospital had installed in his house a year ago, hand tightly clasped over his that rested against your cheek. The coolness of his wedding band was as noticeable as ever but not at all irritable against your cheek anymore. Your tongue ached as you clenched your jaw and ground your teeth together to fight back the tears, every little beep of the heart monitor resonating with the erratic pounds of your heart.
"I…" You nodded as you edged closer towards him to listen to his constrained and husky voice. There was not a doubt these were his final moments. You could swear the room was getting brighter, or maybe your body was readying itself to go into shock and unconsciousness. You were not sure. You did not care. All you wanted to do at this moment was to cling. Hold and never let go. Refuse time its harvest, snatch the reaper of his meal. Hoard, clutch, hide. "Should have… never stayed b- behind." Your heart stilled at his words. "'M sorry, Y/n…" Steve gasped for air. Oh, no. "... Never s–" his tongue slipped and your heart jumped. "S- Stopped loving you… deep down" as a barrage of tears burnt its way out and past your cheeks like a broken dam, the beeps of the monitor melted into that horrible alarm you had dreaded so much for this whole year. Though your wails drowned the sound out with much ease as you collapsed on your knees and sobbed into the hand of your deceased love who was turning colder with the passing second, the warmth of his body now an eternal stranger to yours.
After you nothing goes and nothing returns.
Just like that, he had reached out and ripped down years worth of compromise just like that.
All the times he had encouraged you to go out with the men who would ask you out, reassuring you that nothing could change your bond with him and you deserved to be happy too. That it was okay. Your life didn't have to stop just because he had lived his. The impossibility and sheer ridiculousness of wasting your entire life for a companion who had nothing to offer you except for friendship.
Only for this.
To leave you just as confused, hurt, betrayed, helpless and fragile as that girl in that field all those years ago.
He never did have enough faith in you. For just how he had never talked to you about the woman he eventually chose over you and stayed back in time for, Steve had confirmed that by holding back this. All this time. You knew it just as well as you knew he was the love of your life, it would not have changed a single thing. The possibility was not unlikely that this one confession could have eased your constant struggle with yourself all these years.
Steve Rogers was a selfish asshole and you hated him.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers angst#steve rogers#chris evans characters#chris evans character fanfiction#steve rogers x you
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Hey Jules! 2, 9, 14, 19, 24, and 28 for the HBO War positivity ask game please ☺️
hi lou!! ofc ofc!! :)
2 - who are some your fav creators/mutuals?
i love all of my mutuals and every creator in the fandom bc everyone is just amazing!! but to list just a few @footprintsinthesxnd, yourself!! (@luckynumber4), @ep6bastogne @lamialamia @thewayisset @lewis-winters @jenkil @mads-weasley @hellofanidea @liptonwashere @malarkgirlypop @panzershrike-pretz @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @samwinchesterslostshoe @next-autopsy @iceman-kazansky @heystovepipeboys @theflyingfin @cody-helix02 and many many more!
special shout out to the cult!! zim zam, my friends, zim zam!!! also i'm so sorry if i forgot to tag anyone!!
9 - a ship that you can't get enough of?
bradnate, andyeddie, snurgie, ronnix, lipluz, webgott, and no matter how much winnix i consume it never gets old so them too!
14 - your fav underrated character?
ooh this is always hard bc everyone classifies underrated as a different thing.. are burgie and harry underrated? if so, them! chuck grant, tab (this man is so loved he's can't be underrated but i couldn't not mention mr lover lover himself), alton more??? one of the most interesting easy co men for sure!! wish we had more of him (lol)
19 - what's your fav universally-accepted/fanon headcanon about a character?
ooh either all the nix childhood fanon or the andyeddie ghosts/afterlife/grief fanon.. yeah.. that hits the spot
24 - what wip from another creator are you most excited about?
all of @ep6bastogne's wips (yes i read all your tags about them in utter anticipation), @luckynumber4's burgie wip! anything @footprintsinthesxnd writes! same with @lewis-winters ALL of your wips sound so so sooooo up my street/my thing!! there are so many more but despite my plans to spend the day at home i actually have to leave the comfort of my bed and brave the cold outside, and i'm late already so i'm gonna have to stop listing, but it's very likely that i'm excited for almost every single wip any of you guys have!
28 - what's something that lives in your brain rent free and you want everyone to know about the show/the fandom/your works?
outside of hbowar??? oooh i have LOADS of things!! the thick of it!! it has such clever funny writing, the best dialogue and political satire ever, because it's just so true to life and accurate for uk politics. peter capaldi is fucking amazing in it! and you'll see a lot of uk actors that are famous for other things here. but yeah, it's just hilarious and witty and clever. love it. go watch it. ummm other than that, the korean band onewe!! please go listen to them, they are ridiculously talented and have the kindest most lovely and accepting fandom in the world. in fact, the hbo war fandom and onewe fandom are the only two fandoms i've ever felt happy and comfortable in. onewe write beautiful songs with the most gorgeous lyrics (they have a space series which is one of my all-time favourites). ALSO pride (2014) as a movie recommendation! this film is my comfort film but it tears me apart as well. some people watch it for the queerness and come away learning about welsh history too.. for others, it's the opposite. but as a welsh gay man for me both those elements are so important to who i am and my own identity, that this film is just feels so incredibly special to me. especially the character gethin who i really feel i can relate to a lot due to our circumstances. tim roth is someone who i always wanna shout about and who lives rent free in my head too. love that man so much. also the band the libertines!! because them and the strokes were my entire teenage years and i pretty much grew up with their music as my 'soundtrack'. ok i think that's enough, even though i definitely have way more to shout about. sorry i rambled!
for this ask game!
#julian's ask games#julian's inbox#hbo war positivity game#also i'm gonna answer the rest of these asks and also the wip asks from like two weeks ago when i get home!! sorry i'm taking ages
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Second Conflict
Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii
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V managed to pull Nancy out of the Maelstrom nest without much issue. If Johnny was delighted to see her again, V kept quiet. He felt still resentful at the way he had been treated before going to Kerry's mansion. A weird bitter knot was building in his stomach. He had been Johnny's only friend and confident for weeks now, suffering or enjoying the engram's company. Suddenly, old friends were showing up left and right, putting Johnny in a better mood than V ever could. It pissed him off, even more so when Johnny seemed completely clueless to the way he felt.
"Shame Henry blew it," the dead rockerboy kept rambling, "But man, this is preem. Samurai: back for one night, and one night only! Can't remember the last time I felt that excited. Eh, think I do, actually. 2007. One hell of a gig, and an even better afterparty, if you know what I mean."
"Johnny, c'mon."
"Man, you really are getting jealous," he teased, reappearing before his host, "You're lucky I find it cute. You're like a desperate little groupie. I missed this. Hey, V, wanna feel the real Samurai experience? I have the perfect idea on how to unwind until Nance-"
"I'm good, Johnny," V grumbled as he pushed him away, "Lil' groupie's done for the day."
V laid down in bed in silence after lighting a cigarette. It softened his mood a little, but Johnny didn't take kindly to being ignored.
"Fuck, what got your panties in a twist this time?" he mocked, "Gave me the green light on this idea, want to back off now? Or is this about Kerry? Mad I'm having fun with someone that isn't you, or disappointed I won't give him the Rogue treatment? Huh? Ignoring me, now? Fuck, V, we really back to that?"
He simply wouldn't shut up, and V snapped.
"You're a fucking asshole, know that?" he yelled, "Still only fucking care about yourself. Rogue lead you on, and that sucks, but why you gotta make it my fault?"
"V, what-"
"You acted like I wasn't ever there! I tried talking to you, but you just ignored me! Closest friend? My ass! Only had Kerry on your mind!"
"That has nothing to do with Rogue. Sreamsheets said-"
"What fucking screamsheets?"
"Right, you weren't there."
"Mean when you betrayed my trust?! So why did you wait to get into Rogue's panties first, if checking on your best friend was so important?! That's just another fucking excuse! You just wanted a distraction, and apparently, I wasn't enough."
His voice suddenly broke as he swallowed back treacherous tears. He tried to hide his next words, but their minds was one, and they echoed in the tensed silence of the room.
I'm nothing compared to them, am I?
You're gonna leave me behind now that they're back in your life.
"We both know that's not something I can do, V," Johnny said, and, feeling the wave of worry from his host, added, "And I wouldn't. Even if I could."
"Bullshit."
"V, it's just old habits. Went to Rogue when I fucked up with Alt, went to Kerry when I fucked up with Rogue. Not used to putting you into that equation just yet. Was in my own head - forgot you were here."
"But, I called you. Reach out for you."
"Gonna have to listen harder, I guess. And you need to speak louder," he added, "Still need some getting used to - our situation. Usually, I’d just fuck off. Find a quiet place. Cenzon in one hand, Black Lace in the other. Get skizzed out of my mind, and find some easy groupie to bring home.”
“Lucky for you: easy groupie's right here.”
“You? With your constant whining and ball-busting? You make me work hard to get to you, V.”
“And I should apologize for that?” he retorted, still feeling hurt.
“Nah. Thing is: I can’t do that anymore. Can’t wallow on my own. That, I’m still getting used to.”
“Do you miss it? That method of yours?”
“Why? Up to give me the reins once more?” he hoped.
“Nah, but you got the company already. I can provide the buzz. Interested?” he proposed, clinging to the idea he could cheer Johnny up despite his doubts. He needed to feel useful.
“See, V?" Johnny said, too distracted by his promise to worry about the knot in their stomach, "Thinking like a real rockerboy.”
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Can we get an MC who hates taking their medicine? Like they refuse to take it and run and hide and everyone has to search for them? They will try every to not take them so the others are forced to hold them down when they catch them. (This is important medicine that MC can't skip btw)
I just opened the requests, y'all are fast-
More under the cut!
Medicine sucks!
Lucifer
Oh boy..
If this was before lesson 16 and the two of you became close, then he would be irritated at you. He has so many things need to get done but a sick human that needs to get medicine isn't one in his book.
He most likely forced the medicine because he doesn't like to have a dead human in the HOL.
Now when the two of you are close? There's no saying that Lucifer loves you but if he had to make a choice of either:
You wouldn't get the medicine and you'll die at him or get the medicine and you'll be perfectly fine, but you'll get mad at him, then he'll choose option 2.
"MC, for the last time. Take the medicine now or i won't hesitate to shove that to your throat."
No matter the downsides, he'll get that medicine down your throat.
It doesn't matter if you hide or not. He will find you.
(OMG THAT SOUNDS WEIRD AF)
Yes, you'll be angry but it's more worth it than having you dead.
Mammon
GET THE MEDICINE NOW-
He will panic about your condition, no doubt about that.
Before, he'll still worry about you. You're the first ever person that didn't judge him the way he is.
He won't hold you down, but he'll surely beg you.
"Pls MC! Ya gotta take the medicine!"
"Wha-"
Most likely the first ever interaction of a shout he made that wasn't a tsundere move by him.
And he might've made you wake up.
And well, he did that to you at a random 3 am.
He can't sleep for diavolo's sake! The more days you don't drink the medicine, the more his worries multiply.
The more he bothers you, you become more annoyed.
So, what's the best thing to do in this situation?
Definitely not going to hide and make his worries on the triple digits.
He'll find you OR have a whole search party for you. (Which consist of all of the characters that really is worried about you.)
Choose the best option right now because if you don't and keep delaying the medicine then i don't think you'll live for much longer.
Leviathan
Why are you coughing? ARE YOU DYING??
Not even gonna lie but he was weirded out when you coughed. but then he remembered... You're a human and human= weak.
He got the memo and panicked before you can even know what really is going on with you.
He's similar to mammon but he doesn't want to get infected too so he avoids you by staying in his room all day(not that he minds).
He'll text you, that's for sure.
'Hey MC, you ok?'
*seen*
You can't really text. Not while you're literally feeling like dying and every inch of your body feels like pins and needles that sticking to you.
He'll spam text you until you really get annoyed ad reply to him.
'I'm fine thank you :) <3'
It was all worth it because he stopped with texting you but that just is a couple of hours.
So enjoy it while it last~
Asmodeus
His reaction is similar to Levi's but worst.
He loves you; he really does! But he's not willing to get sick with you.
Unlike Levi, he'll call you instead. It's ok to not to respond, he's the one that'll ramble instead, and you just have to listen.
"Did you know that Beel almost destroyed Hell's kitchen?"
This man tells you the biggest tea that you're so entertained.
Sorry Levi but you can't really listen to Asmo's tea while there's so many notifications, so you had no choice but to block Levi.
Asmo's like your personal ASMR and if he had a livestream, you'll surely bet that there will be so many demons watching it.
Not because of his beauty but also for the tea.
he's so good at how to tell the tea that you keep on edge to know what's the next thing that'll happen.
So when he got the news that you didn't want to drink your medicine then your fucked.
That story he was telling you about last night but got caught off because he needed to sleep? Yea it's been delayed.
He doesn't tell you what's next if you don't drink your medicine.
Now you tried to hide? Just hope that you don't have your phone with you.
Satan
What medicine do you need?
He's like the doctor of the family.
He and Asmo sometimes group called you just so you can have a daily checkup.
He sometimes visits you face to face, other times he'll call you.
"Are you feeling better with the medicine?"
He hopes you can be better because you've been looking pale. You might even die.
He trusts his brothers to keep an eye on you.
Trust me, it's better to have beel hold you down because this man can get a bit overboard.
"I'm sorry MC that i went over a bit.. you need to take your medicine."
There's no point if you hide. He will easily find you even if you try to hide.
Beelzebub
Is MC dying!?
He most likely got the news from Lucifer.
This man right here is your new nanny.
He feeds you and spoon feed you. Doesn't matter if you said: 'I'm ok', he would force to spoon feed you.
"MC, I need to spoon feed you because you're sick."
"i told you beel that i'm fine-"
*Cue you trying to get your arms up but they're numb.
(Yea, the both of you stared at your arms. You can practically see his eyes saying: "You know that i know what that meant.")
You gave up not a second later.
While Beel is feeding you, you listen to Asmo. They're a relaxing pair to be with.
You feel like royalty at how beel is so careful at feeding you.
He treats you like you're made of glass(I mean, he ain't wrong tho).
If you don't want to drink the medicine, then as much as he hates doing this to you, he's one of the people that'll hold you down.
Belphegor
....
This man will cuddle you. He doesn't care being sick, he'll cuddle you.
He's by your side 25/8. He doesn't go out often because beel is the one getting the food.
Whenever Asmo calls, he gets annoyed as much. He wants to sleep with you. If asmo calls then it feels like Asmo is there too.
"Hello dear! Do you want to continue what happened or-"
*Belphie ended the call.
"What did you do that for belphie..? (Your voice is raspy and itches so you can't really shout)
As much as you want him to get out so you can have your privacy, you can't really ignore o the fact that he's warm.
When you go to sleep at night, you almost instantly sleep at how comfortable belphie was.
Well as he is with beel at how he feels holding you down, he needs to do it just so you can recover.
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Biscuit
Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader
Rating: Fluffy McFluff!
WC: 717
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
It was always nerve wracking whenever Jensen was away for a mission. You would never know if he'll ever be able to walk through the door and yell out "Honey I'm home!" with that toothy grin on his face, bright red ears and arms spread open for you to jump into. You would often clean while he's away, constantly distracting yourself from your worries.
He'll be fine.
He's fine.
He'll come back home.
Cleaning and rearranging the house at least three times is fine, right? Working remotely with a setting that isn't strict on hours definitely helped you ease your nerves but distraction can only do so much. On most days you find yourself sitting on the couch, using the television as background music as you let yourself wander in your daydreams and relive the past where Jake was home. Mornings were composed of "We don't even have to do anything today B..." and the ever so classic line "Five more minutes..."
You missed the whiny voice of your adorkable puppy. You miss how he would always hesitate to ask you a question thinking that it's dumb or how it doesn't matter and you would always think of how people from Jake's past treated him and why he feels that every thing that comes out of his mouth is nonsense. Providing the big man with reassurance and making sure that you get to communicate how you are always so much more than willing to listen to his rambles and answer his questions because you're with him till' the end of the line.
"Biscuit?"
You hear but didn't pay much attention to. You're probably going mad at this point. Maybe Beyonce really did have a point for making "Crazy In Love". That sweet nickname that Jake has for you that had the silliest backstory to.
It was the first time you two met. You were just a bystander that he mistook as another person undercover. You were sitting on a bench, enjoying the view of the beach on a hot summer day with your iced coffee in hand while the other reached down to retrieve a biscuit when all of a sudden–
"Hey sweetie sorry I'm late."
He sat down next to you and noticed the pack of biscuits and helped himself to a bite before moving closer and wrapping an arm around you.
"Excuse me?" You ask in disbelief, ready to pour your coffee all over the man.
"We don't have much time Biscuit, tell us what you know."
"All I know is I have a strong urge to dump my drink all over your face."
He looked shock which was ironic because you're the one who's beyond confused here. You just wanted to have a nice day to yourself, having a lil' snack while watching a beautiful view and in comes this man who thinks that–
"Shit... I'm so sorry. I think I got the wrong person."
"Yeah no shit goatee."
"What's wrong with my goatee?"
You felt bad. You didn't mean to make the man feel insecure for how he looked. You sneaked a look at him and you were greeted by a man filled with muscle who had a face that looked like he was a kicked puppy.
"Nothing, I just– fuck, I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong with your goatee. It was just weird how you did all that earlier."
"You're right... I'm sorry too but I gotta go now."
That was all he said before getting up to leave and you watched the man walk away scratching the back of his head and looking around while talking to himself. It wasn't until you looked down at your small pack of biscuits that you saw a piece of paper with a number scribbled on it.
"Smooth move, goatee." You quietly mumble to yourself.
Things were awkward when you two met again, a mix of "No no you go first." since it seemed like both of you would think at the same rate and had awfully bad timing at talking but overall, it was great. It's been two years since you two first held hands and a year since the first kiss. Life with Jake by your side felt more alive with his energy and you wouldn't ask for any more other than for him to come back home.
"Biscuit?" You were forced out of your thoughts as you looked to where you heard the sound.
"I'm home."
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✨ Top Five Treys ✨
#5: Theater Talk (2011)
(Series with @a-magical-evening 💖)
Ramblings about this appearance:
A through line I’ve found when listening to so many interviews is that Trey really loves to comment on how the subject of his work enjoys his work. Catholics like Anne enjoyed this commentary, Mormons say “hey it’s Orgazmo!”, people stop us on the street and say this, we’ve met people who say that, etc. I think that illustrates his actual care for the subjects, which he’s expressed before. These examples are used as like a ‘hey, we’re not out here just writing shit to make people mad, they like this stuff, you or the specific guy we’re making fun of are probably the problem’. I can understand the notion of hating when others are offended on someone else’s behalf. That goes into his whole notion of hating self-righteous, elitist people, or even liberalism, in that some people feel the need to speak up and in turn speak over people.
I like how clearly he is fascinated with Mormonism, and history, and his home, and musical theater. He has real passion for things, and I admire the way he can take these concepts and interests he has and funnel them into creative projects. You can see the steppingstones from Cannibal, to Orgazmo, to BOM, and how they all incorporate the culture and history surrounding the place he grew up, especially South Park.
I think watching this interview could clear up a lot of accusations that M&T don’t give a fuck about anything and just enjoy the nihilism of making fun of people. Both of them show this respect and fascination with religion. They speak so carefully and softly about it lol.
That’s so great that they met Bobby and all of them were like hell yeah Mormon musical!! I also like how they went to see Avenue Q together and the idea that Trey’s always dragging Matt to musicals until he’s like okay I’m into it now, let’s win all the Tonys lol. It also makes the Broadway Brodown episode of SP funnier, with the idea that: if the person who doesn’t want to see a musical goes and sees a musical for the person who does, they should get rewarded with a blowjob...Like, Trey we know you’re the theater queen who cries at Le Mis, you can’t claim Randy as your self-insert here...so what part of the equation is he??
Matt smiling at Trey is the cutest fucking thing, stoppp
Rare occurrence of Trey back tracking with the statement that they liked every Mormon they met and they’re so likable, and then he’s like ‘wait!! There are probably bad ones!! I know!!’
Trey calling BOM his baby 😢
“Have they ever not jumped to their feet?” “BASEketball.” Lmao
That letter from Steven Sondheim really touched Trey, that’s so sweet. He framed it too.
“You guys always come as kind of a matched set, do you do anything independent of each other?” “No.” 😇
Anyway, on a superficial note: he looked so hot here honestly. I hate a man in jeans, but they look good on him tbh... Very clean look, his eyes are very striking, and the stubble is such a good look that I love. I like this era of him still keeping a little length to his hair, where it curls up a bit, very cute. Ugh, he’s just so pretty, so gorgeous. Love him. Love all his gesticulating and when he smiles. He’s so fine. 💖💖💖
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get ready for my hottest of hot takes you’re ever gonna read bc the general headcanons are boring
oh scary old Hive man who purposefully made himself look as scary as humanly possible so Guardians would be afraid of him. Got weird growths on his head or three eyes or looks half Hive
Toland convinced 5 people to trust his ass to take them down into a Hellmouth where he was going to leave them to die. Eriana was full of the need for vengeance but she wasn’t stupid okay. She was a Praxic Warlock and they abhor the Darkness in all things. She wouldn’t have trusted Toland if he looked categorically off the fucking deep end and like he desperately wanted to bang a Hive Wizard.
Toland was, at the very least, attractive and young looking. The type of bastard who’s got a pretty face and knows how to sometimes swallow his wicked sharp tongue and say nice things to you so you’ll shut up for half a second so you’ll listen to him. And if he doesn’t go into a full on rant he’s pretty convincing and charismatic. Toland desperately wanted to be taken seriously and listened to by his peers (or pretty much anyway) but had been so ridiculed for it he turned into a horrible toxic person. Toland is the pretty face, fucking rancid personality who might act nice to you if you give him space to talk about the Hive. Which Eriana let him and he convinced her and a fireteam that yeah, he’d take them down into the Pit, he’d lead the way, he’d get them their vengeance. And they fucking believed him. You don’t get that if you’re a rambling mad man. Eriana was dead set on avenging her girlfriend but from the way Eris talks about the others... they just kinda went along with it. They weren’t there for revenge. They were there for Eriana. If Toland had been a half Hive weirdo they would have had the self awareness to say ‘hey lets not. Or at least not with this guy’.
Broke: Toland’s a crusty old man covered in Hive shit who rambles about the the Darkness, Sword Logic, and the Hive
Woke: Toland is just Handsome Man 3 preset with a fucked up obsession and the worst toxic personality you can imagine
#destiny 2#toland#headcanons#this is all a little tongue and cheek#no beef if you think toland is a crusty old man#like he def deserves it#way more than osiris#but pretty face actually evil is such a good trope and should be used more#you expect the guy named Worm who looks like a fucked up catfish to be evil#but not Generic Man 3 preset#he's gotta be good#right?
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I very much enjoyed your FM infodump post! Do you happen to know any interesting tidbits about Stevie's relationship with TPATH?
Oh this is the BEST ask thank u for letting me ramble more, anon, because I simply adore the friendship between Stevie and Tom Petty.
The fact that Stevie essentially followed Tom Petty around until he became friends with her, and the heartbreakers didn't even really like her at first because they sort of saw Fleetwood Mac as like, big corporate sellouts lmao. I'm pretty sure they argued about this actually, like, a lot.
Like Stevie would literally just show up places where the Heartbreakers were hanging out and she'd be like hi :) hi :) can I join your band you guys are so cool I love you all let me hang out with you and they'd be like WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE (but obviously they eventually warmed to her)
Like Stevie was MAD obsessed w the band she used to hide in their producer's basement and take notes on what they were talking about?????? girl
WAIT I THINK THEY DATED. I THINK SHE WENT TO HIS PRODUCER AND STARTED """STUDYING""" HEARTBREAKERS IDEAS AND THEN THEY STARTED DATING LMFAO god Stevie what
Tom Petty is like. He seems like a pretty chill dude and I think when Stevie got out of rehab int he 90s he was one of the first people she called because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to write music anymore, and he was basically like "that's bullshit and I'm not going to help you write a song because you need to sort out what your music is going to look like to you now, and also you are an amazing songwriter you don't need me" and sure enough, she started writing songs again!
Stevie accidentally stole a Heartbreakers demo one time bc Mike (the guitarist) would sometimes give her the Heartbreakers demos that they didn't use and see if Fleetwood Mac could do anything with them, but she took the wrong tape home and ended up stealing a Heartbreakers song, and then later she CALLED TOM PETTY and was like "hey listen to my new song" and he started screaming at her bc he was like WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S OUR SONG and she had to go back to FM and be like guys,,, I have some bad news lol
Stevie's song "Edge of Seventeen" came from Tom Petty's wife, who said that they two of them met at the "age of seventeen" but her accent made it sound like "edge" and she was like I'll have that for me thank u very much
And of course there's Stop Draggin' My Heart Around, which I think is really lovely because listening to an interview about Tom Petty talking about it, he said that usually when you write a song for someone you try to match their style, but Stevie really wanted to join the Heartbreakers so instead he wrote her a Heartbreakers song that she could sing on.
Not that this is strictly relevant but one of my favourite bassists ever plays bass on Stop Draggin' My Heart Around :) Donald "Duck" Dunn, you probably know him as the wiggly man with the pipe in his mouth from the Blues Brothers band.
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Hey bestie hows it going?? Put down the monster and drink some fkn water!! Love youuuu 💗💗💗
Okay cool im here to talk about the most parasocial relationship ive ever been in and how its not even my fault. im fighting for my life here but these dudes, the one man in particular, seem to be just as down bad as the fans and its so ssick.
Listen ive been a kpop fan for a long time i am fully aware that half the deal is that theyre selling me something unhealthy for everyone involved but these damn kids!! And that man christopher specifically, seem to be buying into it just as much as stays are meant to.
Like are we even delulu atp?? Cos every single one of them is on some other shit when it comes to communicating with us. And they gave felix that damn lollipop and ive never wanted to be a plushie bear more in my whole entire life. Like yes please i want seungmin to ride me round in his little bike basket omfg.
im just ranting and rambling here cos i am Not Okay (i promise) but like. Theres no escape but how tf do i survive??
Good news I havent had a monster in weeks. I did have two different energy drinks two days ago cause they didn't have my favorite monster flavors but I drink lots of water. So....I'm doing better??
And seriouslyyy, like you try to be a level headed realistic adult person. Like I'm not going to fall into the trap. Nice try though. Then they just suck you in and you just allow the delusion to take over. Especially Christopher! Like how are we not suppose to fall in love when he's just like THAT. I respect Doyoung, Minho and Kyungsoo for shutting it down though. But the other ones. Again Especially Chris, like how am not going to feel a connection after he hugs the camera and is literally the most comforting person ever. Hyunjin brings me so much peace. I thinks it's cool as long is you're aware and see it as fun and you don't take it too seriously. The fact that we know it's unhealthy keeps us away from the edge. Like I'll joke Chris & Johnny are my husbands, Yuta & Jungwoo's my boyfriends and Hyunjin and Yeonjun are my secret boyfriends. But it's just joking around as long as the idea of them not being your boyfriend doesn't make you irrationally angry to the point you send any woman in their vicinity death threats. We're not delusional just playing along. Like to fans who do things like "saving yourself for your bias" that's mad fucking weird and if you're over 14 please go out and meet people and live your life outside of kpop. Also they just let Felix have a pony tail and be shirtless. What was the reason?! what was the reason?! And Hyunjin doing the tongue thing. Like and Jeongin! The lip piercing! And Chan's nose ring!! Are you kidding me! Honestly it was an unprovoked attack.
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Alastor hated stupid idiotic people. People who dragged him to parties when he just wanted to stay home and read a book. People who were going to be stabbed in their sleep. To say that Alastor was not a party person would be a huge understatement. The twenty-year-old liked parties that didn't have loud music and had wine. But, according to the miscreants that had dragged him out of his apartment those weren't real parties.
So, here Alastor stood in the corner of a house he didn't recognize trying to ignore the aggressive flirting of drunk college girls. The music had to be some techno rendition of a pop song. And while Alastor knew that on some level it must be good, as almost everyone dancing knew the words, he thought it was trash.
Alastor was more a connoisseur of older music. Anything from the early 1800's to the rowdy 50's was a great hit in his books. Though Alastor was also a huge fan of Broadway hits.
His mama was a great influence on his music taste as well as other things. She raised a fine gentleman and anyone who took a look at Alastor would agree. A tall striking figure, strong scar covered muscles bulging out of his buttoned up shirt. Most swooned.
Though by now the carmel skinned man was glaring at anyone who even breathed in his direction.
"Hey loser you still sulking?"
Husker, or just Husk, was a short athletic man with a major drinking problem. Having meet in in their college library while Alastor was studying and Husker had been past out drunk leaning on a bookshelf.
Not that Alastor cared at all about this "problem". Husk was different than any of the other nobody's that Alastor interacted with all day and honestly was a fresh new start.
Instantly he was enamored with the aerodynamics major. And the two had been friends ever sense.
"I'm not sulking. I'm just quietly waiting until Charlie has stopped paying attention to me enough to make a break for it... I have a stream tomorrow"
Husk laughed at his friends antics. Of course he's more interested in his twitch stream than interacting with real people.
"Your really something huh? Yeah, I hear you this party sucks ass anyways."
With that they stood in a comfortable silence. Husk taking an occasional sip from his cup.
"My mom sent me a new batch of brownies she mad..."
Both man looked at each other.
"You know what fuck this shit! I want brownies! Is it the double chocolate or the macadamia nut ones?"
Husk's ramblings caused Alastor to laugh. His friends stomach was always a great scapegoat to get out of social situations. Especially when Husk new his mom dropped off cookies every other day, and wasn't low on them in any capacity.
After a couple of brownies and two horror movies later Husk retreated into his room. Being roommates was definitely something of a new development.
Husk had absolutely refused. But when push came to shove living with Alastor was better then having to move back in with his father. Which was a whole story in itself.
Alastor, after cleaning up the living room, also retreated into his bedroom. Which while being where he slept had also become his place of work after University.
Alastor a medical degree and had even started interning at a mortuary when he learned he loved to entertain. After one post graduation crisis, Alastor learned about Twitch.
And in the beginning the streams were just modest little things that he did for fun. But what Alastor did not expect was the amount of people who enjoyed the chats about serial killers and corpses he had worked on in the past. Soon he had gained a cult following!
Today Alastor wanted to play Friday the 13th with his online friends. As everyone loved seeing how manic the man could get when taunting his friends, hunting them as Jason Vorgehes.
"Hello! Fellow listeners!"
The chat sped fast all full of subscribers who waited 10 whole minutes for Alastor to pop on screen.
Alastors stream had a nicy cozy vibes. Brown and gold trim on the borders with cute little demon deers who would pop up every so often to display donations and new subs.
Alastors room had a soft red glow from the LEDs on the walls. Upon the desk was all of Alastors work gear, and a fan favorite, which included an old radio style microphone. Behind the dest last a black gamer chair with dear headband sitting on top. Curtesy of a fan.
"Ah, Thank you Bluntzøø69 for the 10 month sub! It's been a while since you've watched old friend. I hope the husband and teens are doing well!"
After reading and thanking the other donators, Alastor set up the game and joined the discord call with all his friends.
"ALASTOR!! Hi! Say hi to Alastor chat!"
"Hello to you to Charlie"
Charlie was an old friend. Both going to the same private school from elementary to high school. Charlie because her parents could afford it, and Alastor because he was on a scholarship.
While not having much in common the two became friends from being outcast. Being a bubbly nerdy girl and a darker skinned mixed boy definitely had made them an oddity in the sea of preppy white girls and boys.
By middle school Alastor had finally been diagnosed with Autism. And Charlie had been the only one to stand up for him when the bulling had gotten worse. So all in all Charlie was one if those good ones, though extremely annoying.
"I'm here too nerds, don't go sweet talking my girl Al."
Vaggie was definitely another reluctant friend. On both partys ends, but the punk girl was Charlie girlfriend. And honestly Vaggie and Alastor having similar interests had made it easier.
"I would never my dear, you know no being on earth could take his cold dead heart" Both girls laughed at Alastor's antics.
"Well today I have wonderful news! I get to torture you and our fellow streamers in Friday the 13th!"
"Why don't we playing not scary this time?" While horror games didn't scare Charlie, she would rather play something else.
Alastor readjusted his headphones. While it would be a big deal to change the game for this stream it caused the man a-lot of stress. He had already picked and planned the game, he had played a spooky playlist to get chat ready.
Alastor knew that it really wasn't a big deal. But his brain just wouldn't allow the change.
"How about you ladies play what you would like? I could just join a random lobby for today?"
"Oh Alastor! I'm so sorry it's okay we can play." Charlie had panicked realizing the internal struggle she said accidentally caused her friend.
"Oh don't worry, all is well. I must go out of my comfort zone at some point."
with hesitant goodbyes in his leaving Alastor exited the discord call. Asking chat if a random party game would be of interest. Although the streamer was reluctant if chat though it was a good idea he had to atleast try.
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boys ain't shit. oscar diaz
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warnings: swearing, lots of just angst and angry feminist energy and if this doesn't align with your beliefs, feel free to leave!
requested: 'Hey!! First I want to say that you are an amazing writer so talented! So I was wondering if I could request and imagine with spookyxreader and she overhears Oscar speaking about her or something like maybe she is to clingy or anything you think will fit and then she sort of starts to leave him alone does t opposite of what she heard he doesn't like drifts a little he sees the change questions her and she tells him why- and so angst to fluff If you hate please disregard And thanks anyway ❤️'
a/n: thank you for this lovely request, i only apologise that it took me so long to write! but i'm also glad it did because i kept re-writing this over and over again and it never came out right, but i really love this version! i changed it slightly from the request lol i was listening to 'your power' by billie eilish on a loop while writing this and a lot of anger and preaching came out-- oop-- but also not mad about it. i really like this and hope you do too! enjoy 🤍
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anger bubbled in your chest but your cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment. your stomach lurched, a mixture of emotions swirling through you. you were angry at him for being such an asshole, but mostly you were embarrassed that you'd found yourself in this position and hurt that he would think to treat you like this. he was an asshole, he always had been, you knew it before you started dating but, somehow, he still managed to worm his way in. mainly because when you were alone he was careful, and sweet, and kind. he cared about you, he told you any chance he got, and you believed him. you were always convinced he meant everything he said, which is why this stung all the more.
"nah, it ain't even like that— she's everywhere man, how you s'posed to shake a hyna like that?" their laughter rang through your ears as you stood, feet frozen in place, out of sight to them. "shit's ridiculous. she's always on top of me."
"man— if i had a hyna that fine on top o' me all the time—"
"the things i'd do—"
you shook your head, blocking out their vulgar comments and trying to rid of oscar's shrewd laughter filling your ears. you were sick to your stomach hearing him talk about you like that, to hear him encouraging his friends crude jokes about you.
you couldn't stop yourself as the small scoff left your lips, catching one of the boys' attention. sad eyes, his smile faltering when he spotted you tucked around the side of the house, listening to every word. "shit," you heard him mumble, nudging oscar whose back was facing you.
oscar always had a thing about keeping up his reputation, which you understood, to some extent, but this had nothing to do with that. this was his friends, talking about you as if you were an object to satisfy their needs. and he was encouraging them. this was you they were talking about, when he claimed to love you.
this wasn't a side to oscar you ever wanted to see, or believe existed. you knew how his friends could be, but to hear him condoning the shit coming out of his friends mouths, made you feel unbelievably uncomfortable.
not to even mention that he was being downright mean, and sleazy in talking about you. you could feel your anger growing the longer you stood there. oscar glanced over his shoulder, his face falling when his eyes met yours. your hands clenched into fists, biting down on the inside of your cheek.
you shook your head, finally knocked out of your state of shock, turning and stomping away from the group of santos. your breathing grew heavier, sweat dripping off you as the sweltering heat started to get to you. you were so angry you could cry. you trusted oscar with everything, it took you a long time to get to that point, and this is how he treated you.
you could hear his muffled calls from behind you getting louder as you continued to march away from the house. you yanked your wrist away when you felt his hand latch onto you, and carried on your walk home.
he sped up, jogging so he stopped dead in front of you, holding out his hands when you tried to manoeuvre around him. "i don't wanna talk to you right now," you spoke calmly, trying again to move past him, his hands latching onto your shoulders to keep you still.
"just— hang on will you—"
you shook your head repeatedly. "no—"
"i don't know what you heard but—" his grip tightened when you tried to wriggle free.
"no," you repeated harsher.
"y/n— c'mon— that was nothing—"
"oscar," you raised your voice, cutting off his ramblings. his eyes never left your face, his eyebrows unknitting when your frown deepened. he scrunched his eyes shut for a second, frustrated he'd upset you. he was annoyed with himself for being so stupid. "no," you repeated once more. his hands slowly released their grip on you, letting you walk passed him. you heard his curse under his breath, walking away from him.
you felt your lip quiver, a lump now growing in your throat as your anger turned into heartache. you weren't sure you wanted to forgive him. but, for now at least, you were going to give him exactly what he wanted. space.
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hours later and you were stood in the middle of a crowded party, your teeth clenched around the rim of a red solo cup, biting nervously. you hadn't wanted to come, you would much rather have been at home with a pint of ice cream. but your friend convinced you that getting out of the house tonight would be better for you than wasting away your life thinking about boys and eating ice cream. so far, you weren't so sure she was right.
you'd lost count the amount of times you'd heard loosen up and, you should smile more, thrown at you tonight. you weren't in the right headspace to be surrounded by people who were drunk out of their mind, constantly telling you to cheer up. you wanted to shout out to the entire party, fuck off, so everyone would know to just leave you alone.
so when you spotted his familiar face across the room, having just entered the party, you almost lost it. "no," you muttered to yourself. "not happening," you shook your head. he had been exactly what you came here to get away from. you let out frustrated sigh, shoving your cup into your friends hand and pushing yourself out of the crowd of people.
you hoped to god that oscar hadn't spotted you. you could not hash this out with him right now, that pint of ice cream in your freezer at home was calling your name, and you were ready to claim it.
"fuck me," you felt a hand graze the small of your back. you shivered away from the unwanted touch, turning with a deep-set frown on your face, towards the stranger who'd touched you. "you're hot when you're angry like that—"
"i'm also a fucking psycho when i'm angry so back off," you spat harshly, pushing away the hand he held lingering on your skin. "and don't touch me again," the man backed up, his hands held up in front of him. you huffed, continuing to the exit.
you wrapped your arms around yourself as the cool night air hit your bare skin. you'd left your jacket inside, turning to retrieve it, you saw oscar walking right at you. deciding it wasn't worth the effort, you left, you'd rather freeze than have a conversation with him right now.
"i know you hate me," you heard him call from behind you, his pace quickening as he tried to catch up with you. "but you can't walk home by yourself."
you ignored him, hastening your walk so you didn't have to do this with him. you knew he was right, you knew how incautious you were being walking home late at night alone. but you also desperately wanted nothing to do with him right now.
"ma," you shook your head, trying not to lose it on him in the middle of the street. "c'mon—"
"no— you c'mon oscar," you halted your stride, not able to ignore him any longer. you might as well get it out of your system if he was going to keep persisting. "i have had it with men today. i never wanted to have to include you in that."
he ducked his head, a crease forming between his eyebrows you noticed now you'd stopped to look over him. his eyes rolled, letting out a heavy sigh he'd clearly been holding in for a while.
"c'mon," he tilted his gaze away from yours for a second, trying not to cave under your stare. "you know what the santos are like— it's not my job to keep 'em in check."
"it is when it's me they're talking about," you gritted your teeth, looking at him in disbelief. you'd expected that this was how the conversation was going to go down. which is exactly why you tried to avoid it, you simply didn't have the energy to stand here and explain basic human decency to him. "not to mention— it is literally your job. you run the santos."
"it's not that simple," he ran his hand over his face, taking a small step closer to you. his eyes meeting with yours, begging you not to run off again as he held out a cautious hand towards you. "they didn't mean anythin' by what they said— you think if they did i'd let them 'in an inch of you?"
"you're perpetuating a violent cycle of sexism and objectification by letting your friends talk about any girl like that," you felt your throat tighten, tears had, at some point, welled in your eyes. "and that's not even mentioning what you said about me."
he closed his eyes for a second, his hand dropping back to his side. he turned away from you for a moment, releasing a deep breath he'd been holding. "i didn't mean it," he shook his head, swinging round to face you again. his brown eyes, that you'd always been a sucker for, were literally boring into you. if you hadn't been so angry you would've done anything for him. "i wasn't thinking and i never thought you'd ever hear—"
"that makes it ok then?" you frowned, eyes narrowing at him. "god knows what else you've said about me when i haven't been around to hear it," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to keep up your appearance despite the tears threatening to fall.
"s'not what i meant," he threw is arms up in frustration. he had, in all honesty, been talking without thinking about what he was saying. he was tired and stressed about how stretched out his time was at the moment. he was taking on more and more work, and therefore, more and more stress and he wasn't dealing with it well. he clenched his jaw when you sniffled, wiping under your nose with the back of your hand. his eyelids drooped. "nena.."
"i just, don't get it," you let out a shaky breath, holding out your hands to stop him moving any closer to you. "if i was being too much, all you had to do was say."
his chest tightened hearing you talk about yourself like that. he shook his head, trying again to reach out to you but you only stepped further away. "you're not too much," he spoke quieter this time. oscar loved you, more than he'd ever loved a girl before, that much was true. he might be bad at showing it sometimes, maybe he let his frustration get the better of him a lot, and maybe he didn't simply tell you enough how much you meant to him. but he loved you, much more than you were aware of.
"then why would you say it?" your voice was soft, breaking when you spoke again. exhaustion was starting to get the better of the both of you. you didn't want to fight with him, you just couldn't get his words out of your head. why would he say it if he didn't mean it?
"it's not you," he reiterated, his lips pursed. he used his forefinger and thumb to unknit the crease between his brows. "it's everything else. with cesar fucking around, shit with the prophets, cuchillos— and then you," he ducked his head, pressing the palm of his hand into his forehead. "i don't know how to manage everything and make time for you."
"why didn't you just tell me?" your features softened, eyes watching him move under your stare. "it's what i'm here for."
he scrunched up his nose, shrugging. "i don't want you involved in santos business," you understood more than you did five minutes ago, but you were still holding yourself back.
"i'm already involved, oscar, it's too late for that," this caught his attention, his brown eyes focused on yours again. you weakened a little. "but if you would just talk to me instead of keeping everything to yourself, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation right now."
he nodded faintly, almost uncertain of where you were taking this conversation. last thing he wanted was to lose you because of something so stupid on his end. he reached out, you letting him come close enough now so he could take hold of your hands in his. he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, tugging you closer.
"you know, i love you," you mumbled now he was only inches away from you. "i don't wanna do this again so talk to me, please."
he nodded again, giving your hand another squeeze of reassurance. "i'll try," the way his brown eyes stuck to you made you believe he meant what he said. "i'll do better. promise. i'll keep the santos in check, too. you don't need to worry."
you sunk into his chest, letting him engulf you in a tight hug. you released a shaky breath of relief. his arms wrapped around you, your face squashed against his chest and your arms tightened around his torso. "love you, too, by the way," he mumbled, his mouth pressed into your head of hair. "so much."
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you and peter getting into a fight
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content warnings: really angsty but fluff in the end, strong language, that's all i can think of but please tell me if there's anything else !!
"and i just don't understand why he hates me so much! like i'm always trying to answer in class and help him out but he still hates me--" y/n rambled on and on about how her new literature teacher hates her so much
she stopped rambling a very long time ago though, and peter hasn't even said a single word. of course, he was distracted.
"peter?..." y/n said, trying to get peter to talk to her but when she notices his eyes somewhere else she immediately knows who he's looking at and it's definitely not something to be happy about.
just to check, she followed his eyes to see him proving her right, he was staring at gwen stacy. she was a human barbie, she had blonde hair, she was smart, pretty, skinny, she was all a person would ever want.
she didn't even want to say anything about it so she just left, of course peter not noticing since he was distracted.
peter hasn't seen her all day, whenever he did, she would disappear and he's had enough.
the girl sat at her desk, finishing up the homework she had left. well-- it wasn't really homework since she was trying to suck up to her literature teacher so he'd stop hating her.
she always left her window open in case peter wanted to come in, she wanted to close it this time. but unfortunately, she forgot to. suddenly peter was crawling in through her window, she would've told him to leave but she was very stubborn, so she'd never tell him why she's mad at him.
he has to figure it out himself.
"hey baby, i haven't seen you all day" he said, taking off his mask and looking at her, "i missed you" he said, he leaned in to kiss her but she turned which made him kiss her cheek.
peter was surprised, not he doesn't like kissing her cheek. he loves to. but he wanted to kiss her lips this time, she never rejected a kiss, so why would she turn? did she not want him to kiss her? was she mad at him?
"what's going on? you okay?" he asked
"i'm fine."
ding ding ding, it appears we found our answer.
y/n got up and headed to the kitchen (with peter following her) to get a drink and sat on the couch, trying to act normal
"you haven't talked to me all day, what's up? are you mad at me?"
"what? no, why would i be mad, peter? is there something i should be mad about?"
i mean-- you did this to yourself, buddy.
"from your tone i think there is. just tell me what's wrong."
"nothing's wrong, peter. i'm just trying to finish up extra credit."
"extra credit? for what?"
wow. wow peter. you are an absolute idiot.
"you would know if you were listening."
"what? listening to what? when?"
"oh my god peter, how do you not get it?!" she finally got up and yelled
"i would if you could just tell me what's wrong!"
"you're supposed to know!"
"well guess what, i don't! how hard is it to fucking tell me!"
"because you're being a complete asshole! i tell you about what i'm struggling with and you don't even listen since you're distracted by a human doll and now you have the fucking audacity to act like you didn't do anything?!" that was when y/n's eyes were getting glossy but peter didn't notice it since he was too mad.
"human doll? you mean gwen?!"
"so you agree that she's a human doll? a fucking perfect dream girl. look how easy you knew who i was talking about but don't even get a slight hint that i'm mad at you because of it?!"
"i was only distracted because she was talking to another girl loudly! anyone would want to listen to them if they were fucking yelling!"
"so you would listen to her just yelling at some other girl but don't even fucking listen to me telling you about how i'm trying really hard to please a 50 year old man and it's stressing me out a lot. you don't even understand how much that affects me."
"exactly! you! you're so fucking sensitive all the damn time! can you just let it go for once and stop being such a pain in the ass!"
yep. that was it. you messed up.
that was when y/n's tears couldn't be held back and starting streaming down her cheek, she went in the room and locked it. she went back to her desk, still crying while doing the extra credit. (which was getting really hard to finish since she was so tired)
peter just stood outside her room, trying to process what just happened. it took him a while to realize all the things he said, especially the the last thing he said which was the one that just made the girl he loves more than life itself cry.
he didn't mean any of it. he would never. the anger got the best of him.
he couldn't leave. he had to hold her again, touch any part of her, to just hold her hand and beg for forgiveness. to tell her how much she means to him, to tell her how he can't live without her, just anything. he just needed her.
he left the apartment and headed to the roof, he began climbing the walls until he found her window. he saw her now on the bed, book in her hand, and her dead asleep. he could say the tear stains on her cheeks.
he was the one who made her cry. why would he do this. he mentally cursed himself before taking the book out of her hand, he fixed her pillow and took the blanket and covered her with it.
he then laid down next to her, smirking while thinking he's slick cause he still got be next to her. he put his arms around her waist and pulled her in, accidentally waking her up.
"peter?" she whispered
"hey baby"
"what are you doing here?"
"i couldn't leave. i'm so sorry, i love you so much. i never meant any of the things i said. i'm so sorry i was an idiot and i didn't notice how much you were struggling. gwen is no dream girl. she only cares about being perfect and that's lame. you're my dream girl, i mean come on-- look at me. it's been like 5 minutes and i couldn't handle it. i had to see you. and- you're not sensitive-- it's my fault. i was too blind to see that everyone could feel like this. i love you so fucking much."
"it's okay. i forgive you, pete. i was just overreacting."
"what? no if anything you were like under reacting! if that's a thing..."
y/n just chuckled and hid her face in his chest.
"i don't care what you say i'm staying the night- i need my lost touching time."
a/n: send help i have no ideas anymore 😀
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hey hey could i request zenitsu with a g/n shy and insecure reader? hurt/comfort with fluff !! ty
Hii. Ty for your request! 💝 I def leaned more into the comfort/fluff than the hurt, but I'm overall content w/ how I wrote this. 😁
Author’s Note: my DMs are always open to anyone and everyone feeling lowkey/highkey shitty.
shy/insecure
Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader
Word Count: ~1,200
CW: explicit language, traumatic references
~faqs~
Shy
Zenitsu isn’t really canonically shy
#will you marry me ?? after what, 5 seconds ?? #darling desperate boi lmao
But he’s certainly cowardly (don’t come at me — Ik he’s working on it! 🥺)
So having a shy partner wouldn’t feel entirely foreign to him
(the first time you ever properly smiled at him, he basically evaporated)
*poof* 🤗
You never explicitly tell him, “Oh btw I’m shy.”
It’s just something he naturally adjusts to (similar to how he gradually adjusts somewhat to Inosuke’s lack of shyness 😂)
First and foremost, he always goes out of his way to introduce you as his 🥰partner🥰 to literally everyone
—Stopping by a ramen stall for a quick lunch?
“Hello! My wonderful partner and I would like to order blah blah blah.”
Only slightly embarrassing 🥲
Also encourages you to order for yourself, but happily takes charge if you’re feeling overwhelmed
—Run into someone from either of your pasts?
“Did you know [y/n] and I are partners now? Aren’t I lucky?”
If he wasn’t so 🤩, then you’d smack him endearingly, ofc
He can’t help it !! He’s your hype man !! 24/7 !!
And super proud of himself for getting to be your partner
—Even on missions ffs this man’ll still mention you
If you’re together? “Demon! 😡 Before I decapitate you! Isn’t [y/n] incredible? 😃 *gestures to you* They’re my partner. Aren’t they so cuuute? 😃 If you say they’re cute, then I’ll make this painless maybe. 😃”
If he’s solo? “Can we get this over with? 😒 I miss my partner. 😞” Thunder Breathing, first form…
Second, he’s attentive of your cues (nonverbal and verbal), and is mindful about both letting you take the reins and stepping in
—Hanging out in a group setting?
He’s your, “What was that, [y/n]?” person
Chuckles-at-your-witty-jokes/remarks person
Your, “Ooh tell us more?!” person
Patiently supports you throughout the entirety of group activities/conversations, and gives zero fucks if anyone snickers at his doting behavior
Recognizes when you begin fidgeting, glancing at possible escape routes
And is an expert at polite, “Oops, we’ve gotta go!” goodbyes
Overall, he approaches your shyness intimately and thoughtfully
—Doesn’t want or need, let alone expect, you to change for anybody; but is 1,000% your #1 fan if you decide to change anything for yourself
“Can I order for us next time?” “Absolutely!” and then he’ll listen to you, practice w/ you, hold your hand — whatever nurtures your security
—Checks in w/ you constantly: “How are you feeling?” and “Is this okay?” and “I’m here for you.”
“I’m here for you,” is one of his favorites bc it conveys that you’re in control as well as subtly reminding you that he’s got your back ~just in case
—This is cliche af and kinda related to an aforementioned point, but he just… accepts and loves you as you are
Speaks a plethora of “languages” to reassure you that he’s as enamored w/ your shyness as he is w/ the rest of you
Poking your nervously flushed cheeks
Pecking your forehead when you anxiously lower your chin
Complimenting you when you ramble about your new outfit, “Does it fit alright?” Perfect “How does it look?” Stunning
Content in times of silence, trusting you aren’t necessarily mad or sad — just feeling quieter, and he respects that
He respects you 💗
Insecure
Ooh ooh ooh
What happens when an insecure person falls in love w/ an insecure person?
In the real world, it can backfire horribly 💀
But this is the lovely, idealistic world of #author makes the rules !! 😇
So you and Zenitsu inspire, motivate, and build each other up
Feeling disappointed in yourself?
He catches on immediately: can tell w/ the most fleeting of glances when something’s off
—Sometimes you’re open, self deprecation flowing desperately, despairingly, from your quivering mouth: “I’m so weak, so useless, so hopeless.”
He doesn’t interrupt bc he cherishes your vulnerability (even as it saddens, confuses him)
“How can you be weak when you’re here? Breathing, persisting, hurting? Hurting isn’t weak — it’s living, and living isn’t easy. You’re strong, [y/n].”
“I know it’s hard waking up to the faces you’ve lost, the memories you’ve let down. But [y/n], you’re also waking up to the faces you’ve saved, and I swear, I promise. Your memories are proud of you.”
“I’m sorry you feel hopeless, [y/n]. Is there anything I could do? Anything I could say? I understand if it isn’t enough right now, but I want you to know that you’ve got me. My hope is yours. I am yours.”
—Sometimes you’re closed, the almost indiscernible, involuntary curving of your body into itself the only hint of your distress
He doesn’t press, question, or hover
He simply reaches for your hand, your shoulder, your cheek; gripping, squeezing, caressing softly; murmuring, “Tomorrow will come, and you will be as magnificent as you are today.”
Feeling uncertain about your appearance?
—When you’re explicit about your intrusive thoughts, he counters logically, reasonably, firmly
Never invalidates your feelings; never confirms your intrusions
Doesn’t slather on shallow remarks like, “But you’re so pretty!” or, “Shut up, how could you think that?”, bc he knows your thoughts are far from shallow: they’re genuine, soul deep, with no quick fixes
Doesn’t agree w/ you either tho, bc—not that he would ever communicate it like this, but—you’re just so wrong: your body is his favorite temple, your smile his favorite prayer, the sound of your voice his favorite pastime, how you move, how you glow, how you express and dress yourself
In his opinion, you have a singular appearance — beautiful
—When you’re silent, erratically checking and picking, “Nobody’ll notice.” He does
But he doesn’t pounce, berate, or assume
He’ll try increasing physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation
He’ll go through all five love languages, carefully, slowly, figuring out which one you need most
“Thank you,” you whisper, without elaboration
“I love you,” he whispers, knowing exactly why
Overall, he approaches your insecurities appropriately and consistently
—Doesn’t love bomb (definition from Cosmopolitan: excessive attention, admiration, and affection with the goal to make the recipient feel dependent and obligated to that person) you when you’re down
—Doesn’t ignore you when you’re up
—Makes ample time to just talk: to ask you, “How are you physically?” and, “How are you mentally?” and, “How are you emotionally?”
Perhaps this degree of maturity seems ooc for Zenitsu, but I wholeheartedly believe in his desire to be a loving, reliable partner, and maturity is vital for that
There’s def a time and a place for “childish” play!
Like surprise piggy back rides, racing to the market, and blowing bubbles
Youthfulness is scintillating, enthralling, important
And guess what? 😉
Maturity and youthfulness can coexist ☺️
P.S. Those last two sentences were not intended to be condescending or sarcastic !! 😅 I just wanted to emphasize that Zenitsu can totally still be his whining, sniffling, absolute baby 😌 self and be a healthy, communicative partner
#zenitsu agatsuma#agatsuma zenitsu#zenitsu x reader#agatsuma x reader#headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#request
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here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3
pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader
word count: 3k+
warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise
a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3
The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup.
Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out.
The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar.
Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party.
You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar.
You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets.
Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.
Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.”
Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.
From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.
No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out.
With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.
He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party for the rest of the week.”
By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.
You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you.
“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.
You slowly nodded before posing another question.
“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.
“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.
Another few quiet moments go by before he responds
“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense.
“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.
“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.
He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.
You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything.
“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.
“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.``
Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”
You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent.
“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.
Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.
“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.
“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”
“Maybe because you're not.”
You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”
“We’ll see about that.”
You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both. When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice.
Handsome would be an understatement.
With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness.
“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.
“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you.
“You comin’?”
Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together.
Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction.
“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”
There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail.
The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer.
As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict.
Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”
With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-
“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”
He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm.
“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”
Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could.
“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty.
Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused.
Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.”
Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night.
With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back.
Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.
With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong.
As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers.
Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you.
As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry.
You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?
“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers.
“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.
Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.
“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?”
There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.
Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand.
“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.”
The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.
You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped.
Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside.
If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now.
Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head.
Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.
Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.
Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.
“You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.”
And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something...
You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”, before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist.
With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices.
Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.
“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand.
“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face.
When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.
“Open up, sweet cheeks.”
You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct.
The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing.
A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue.
“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.
“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl… Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.
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