#it’s that motherfucking chocolate guy again
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Who wants to come play the chocolate guy’s foosball table with me?
#he has gone TOO FAR this time#amaury guichon#it’s that motherfucking chocolate guy again#chocolate guy#the chocolate man#the chocolate guy#baking#chocolate#ma it’s the fuckin chocolate guy again
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Veets
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing: Vox x Chocolatier!Overlord!Reader
Type: Headcanons
Featuring: Alastor, Carmilla, Velvette, Valentino
In which Vox got the Vee’s a collaboration with hells greatest chocolatier.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ For a guy who likes his coffee black, he surprisingly liked to enjoy the occasional sweets every now and then.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ His go-to was a chocolate bar from (Company name). He enjoyed the chocolate treat so much he actually had his team reach out to the company for a possible deal of some kind-just so Vox can have a jar of that chocolate he really likes sitting on his desk when he does his nightly talk show. Something to snack on in between commercial breaks.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lmao yeah the company said ‘no’. May or may not have bruised Vox’s ego. His company is VoxTek! That’s like the largest television and tech company in all of Pride! A chance to feature your products on his show? Wasted opportunity if you ask him.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Despite the initial frustration with the lack of legal approval to feature (company name)’s on the show, Vox didn’t let it get to him that much. I mean, it’s just chocolate. This is different from a brand deal of some sorts. If he were to work with that bitch Carmila Carmine, that would be different. Besides, Vox stills keeps a chocolate bar or two under his desk or next to him where the cameras won’t catch any sight of it. He can just snack when theirs commercial break. No big deal.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Besides, making a deal with them would probably mean promoting their general business and other products, rather than the chocolate bar-which is like the only thing he cares about.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Ah yes, another extermination. Another meeting with the other Overlords. Vox hated going to these meetings. But alas, Valentino always flat out refused to go, and he can really only rely on Velvette going to represent the Vee’s if she was in a particularly good mood or Vox absolutely could not go for whatever reason.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ While Vox sat in his chair, he could feel certain waves in the air crack and go staticky-Alastor. Vox internationally groaned. Great. Every since that bambi fucker came back, they’d start seeing each other at these meetings again.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Alastor sounded like he was in conversation with someone. Not that Vox cared, but he noted that Zestial and Rosie were already present in the room so whomever Alastor was chatting to did peak Vox’s interests somewhat. Good lord is this man obsessed with the old radio man.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Then the door pushed open and in came Alastor, the creepy smiling fuck, with someone lovely next to him.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The fuck?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Was this a new overlord? No, no. Vox would have for sure heard about them. You don’t become an overlord without making a name for yourself after all.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox gave the duo a puzzled look as they sat next to each other, right next to Rosie.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “(Y/n). It’s so good to see you after so long, old friend.” Carmilla Carmine greeted you.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ As Vox would come to find out in this meeting, turns out you had been an overlord for quite some time. How he never seen you at these meetings, never even heard of you, and never heard anyone mention you was baffling to him to say the least.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ It wasn’t until after the meeting when Vox would approach you. He put on his charming facade, an act he’s used to slipping in and out of for whenever the occasion calls for it, and held out a clawed hand.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Your name is what again? Oh you’re usually too busy running your company so you never make the meetings? Oh well, he runs a company too! VoxTek, you heard of them? Uh huh yeah what company do you run?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ -MOTHERFUCKING (COMPANY NAME)?!?!?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ His screen may or may not have glitched at this new information. He also may or may have not asked for your personal number-for business!
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Despite you both having busy schedules, he still likes finding time to hang out with you on perhaps a phone call or video call-whatever you’re comfortable with. He admits to himself that you’re not only quite a lovely sight but a delight as well.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He’d keep tabs on your company. You, yourself was quite difficult. Because much to Vox’s pure annoyance, your company doesn’t use VoxTek appliances. Meaning he can’t hack shit and spy on you! God damnit!
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Cue Vox unwrapping his favourite chocolate bar and eating it angrily as he looks through the very few pictures he’s found of you online.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Curse you. Your company rejected his offer. You hid yourself so well from him unintentionally. You were so hidden from the public that you were deemed untouchable. You HAD to be buddy buddy with Alastor. And you HAD to be fucking attractive! “Fuck you!” Vox threw the half eaten bar at a screen with your face on it. He didn’t mean it though.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He would never ever admit this to anyone but like a week later he spent 30 minutes walking in circles around the Vee’s lounge area. May or may not have been hyping himself up to call you. May or may have not noticed Valentino and Velvette walk in. And they may or may not think it’s hilarious that Vox is too nervous to fucking call you.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “I’m not nervous.” Vox chuckles though Val and Vel immediately catching onto the obvious lie. One look at the slip of paper Vox was holding in his fingers, your number, and Velvette had already dialed it into his phone before handing it off to him.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “Fuck you!” He flips a quick finger at her.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ With very little, reasonable, options Vox talks to you as confidently as he could. When you respond with questions why a sudden call to your personal number, he quickly mentions wanting to organize a business meeting with you; “For business…. Talk. Meeting… business… stuff.” He wants to slam his screen against a fucking rock. Valentino finds it fucking hilarious and pathetic. Velvette’s recording the whole thing on her phone-mumbling something about blackmail to Valentino.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ To his pleasure, you agree and before either of you know it, you’re sitting at his table in some oversized aquarium of a meeting room.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “What did you want to discuss?” You don’t leave any room for small talk, wanting to get down to business.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox had spent the past few weeks putting together some pitches that could have you at least satisfied with the meeting. Truth be told, the meeting was an excuse to see you again-and in person. After going through some pitches, some of them his team came up with, he made a mental note to fire whoever made these pitches cuz my god did you not seem interested in any of them.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ At least with that out of the way, you could make have some time to just talk, right? Like the pitches, Vox spent some time thinking about what he’d even say to you in casual conversation. As well as played with the idea of asking you out. He knows he’s suave and all that but his own body betrayed him with glitches and little electrical shocks whenever he would overheat.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Growing a bit desperate, considering this is the first time he’s seen you in person since the overlord meeting MONTHS ago, he decided to shoot his shot. He knows he could play it off-even if his body betrays him he could always casually blame it on maybe a software update or something. Sure that’s a bit humiliating but it’s somewhat better, right?
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “Valentines Day is next month.”
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Oh my god what the fuck was he doing
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The way you simply look at him and silently urge him to continue has his fans picking up speed. They feel so loud in his head he’s almost certain you hear them too.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Just ask her. Just ask her. Just ask her-
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “If you don’t have any plans, I’d like to propose ayyyyyy….” he trails off, suddenly getting cold feet, “ayyyyyy a collaboration! With the Vee’s!”
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ And that’s how the Vee’s got a popsicle deal. It released alongside your companies Valentine Chocolates, and other sweets and goods.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ At least getting on your good side, you allowed some of your products to be showcased on his talk show.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ oh and you accepted his offer to appear as a special guest on his show! Mainly to promote the ‘Veets’ treats though. He mentally celebrated the ratings this episode was gonna get. You hardly showed your face anywhere or even spoke to the public. This was kind of a big deal. You were the CEO of hells most beloved and largest chocolate factory after all.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ As the show went to commercial break, Vox turned to you to see you lick and slurp on the ‘Voxsicle.’
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ “Despite how short notice Veets was, I’m proud to say these came out marvellously well.” Vox barely hears those words come out of your mouth despite him looking at your, well, mouth.
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Damn… that’s kinda hot though.
This came out sooooooo much longer than I intended too omg 😭
These are unrelated to the draft reveal post but this hit with like a truck and I couldn’t get the inspiration out of my head. Thanks for reading! Likes + Reblogs appreciated♥︎
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Daryl Dixon - idiots in love headcanons
Daryl's never known anybody like you before. for the first time, a person has chosen him. you can make him feel loved just by talking to him, Hell, you can make him glow just by standing in the same room.
he thinks you're so beautiful. if love at first sight exists, which firmly believed it didn't before he met you, then this apocalypse was the best damn thing that ever happened to him.
it took Daryl a considerably long time for him to realise that his uncharacteristically affectionate feelings were love.
before Daryl realised he was in love, his brother used to constantly tease him about the way he was looking at you. he didn't even know he was doing it - "Whatchu givin' that girl puppy-dog eyes for, lil' bro?"
you two were definitely best friends before he confessed his love for you. you grew close during the prison era, and you were the first person whom he let his guard down in front of.
he can't stand to be apart from you. "If she dun' love me back, I can either be her friend or drive a thousan' miles west, an' never see y'all again," he had told Carol once.
his eyes inadvertently follow your movements, as if his subconscious felt like he needed to protect you.
everything somehow always comes back to you. a piece of jewellery he found on a run? Y/N would love that. the heating system in her house at alexandria's broken? he's fixing it tonight. in the meantime, he's at your door delivering a pile of woollen blankets. he spots a deer outside the walls? he's tracking it for days because he knows you love venison.
you love the way Daryl always steps into a situation to protect you. especially if it's another guy bothering you. he gets jealous so easily, and he doesn't even know it, like defending you is instinctual.
God forbid another man lays his hands on you. that motherfucker is already dead before you can object in the slightest.
Daryl is the only man you trust to talk about your issues with. he'd never pass up an opportunity to listen to your voice, but some of the things you tell him break his heart like nothing's ever done before.
you'll sweetly ask if he'd just hold you. and he wraps you up in his big arms and lets you cry softly into his chest while he places a hand in the back of your hair. rubbing sweet circles into the back of your neck. nothing could make you feel safer than Daryl's embrace.
after countless intimate moments like these, you start to wonder if he's like this around anyone else. surprise, surprise: he doesn't. and a part of him wishes you knew.
oh, but how much you adore him. you wonder if he knows how pretty he is; and how much you want to show him. his unkempt chocolate waves that perfectly frame his face, how much you'd like to tangle your fingers in them and kiss him all over.
you feel as though you owe him for all the times you've cried into his large, comforting figure. he occasionally brings up his past, his brother, his parents, and how much you want him to let it out. to hold him and wipe his tears away while you press soft kisses over his eyelids and cheekbones.
maybe one day, underneath some lucky constellations, you'd let each other.
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If you could create and add a new DC character, what would they be like?
I'm going to tell you about David, and knowing you guys, you'll agree with me when I say he should have his own comic.
David has been my best friend literally since we were 8. He is the only constant I've had through my life. He introduced me to the drums and helped me get a motorcycle after I got my license. We are each other's platonic ride or die. If he asked me to bury a body, I'd do it no question, and I know he'd do the same for me.
That said, I clearly have the braincell in this friendship.
Don't get me wrong, he's smart in certain aspects. He's a talented musician, good athlete, taught himself to fix most plumbing issues, speaks decent Japanese, easily clicks socially, and is super empathetic. But in others, he's like a plate in a knife drawer.
Some highlights from over the years:
He ate the brown paper bag his lunch came in on a field trip
He thought hot chocolate was just cocoa powder (no milk or water) in a mug and the microwave would melt it. His sister had to call the fire department
He gave a stray dog his scarf for warmth and never saw that scarf again
He licked the dust off an XBox controller
He got a speeding ticket outside the DMV literally five minutes after getting his license
He made gender reveal cupcakes to come out to the rest of our friend group when we were 17, but he threw them into a Ziploc and they jostled around his backpack for half a day before lunch
He thought closing a browser tab would get rid of a computer virus
He tried hotboxing his own car while driving
He almost seasoned his food with pepper spray before someone stopped him
He had a tire swing on a tree in his backyard. He decided to stand on it while swinging and smacked his forehead against a branch in front of him. It was literally the most hollow thwock ever, as if confirming his lack of braincells. He then proceeded to get pissed off and punch the tree. He said it was his most gender-affirming experience
He brought me along on a family road trip and used me as a footrest in the car
He frequently writes drum tabs the way he'd write guitar ones (in short the two are very different kinds of sheet music and I'd need three hands to play them). He absolutely knows better. I think he's messing with me at this point
He mistook wasabi powder for matcha
He once got drunk at a frat party, crawled out the lawn of the house, and began eating grass like a cow
I wanted to know what kissing a dude was like out of curiosity and this was before he started physically transitioning, so to make it a more "authentic" experience, he gargled Gatorade beforehand
He tried to make his first battle jacket with washable Crayola markers
He also tried to dye his hair with his sister's watercolors
He's worn the same sweatshirt since he was 14 and I think I can count on one hand how many times I've seen him wash it (I was over at his house a lot)
He's the motherfucker that wears running shorts in the snow
He thought his area code would automatically change when we moved to a new state
He once kicked a soccer ball into an oncoming train
BONUS: when he came out to his parents, they were accepting and while he was at school, his dad mounted a fish on David's bedroom door because men I guess
So yeah, if I worked at DC, I'd insert David in the background of every comic just being his chaotic himbo self. David is beyond space and time. There could be a battle on fucking Oa and David would just be there doing a kickflip. That's who I'd choose.
#character idea#original character#personal#batfamily#batfam#batman family#justice league#gotham#batman#dc comics#superheroes#don't try this at home#transgender#lgbtq#story#himbo#tw swearing#tw food mention#tw alcohol mention
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Deadpool quotes but with my Lucifer's older sibling!reader idea-
Reader: [First day in Hell, in the middle of a fistfight] Have you seen this woman?
[holds up a bad crayon drawing of Charlie]
Sera: You've been warned, Reader. This is a shameful and reckless use of your powers. You will be coming with us
Reader: Look, Sera, I don't have time for the goody two-shoes bullshit right now
Alastor: Do you have off an switch?
Reader: Yeah, it's right next to the prostate. Or is that the on switch?
Reader; [after finding out about Charlie's existence] You're clowning. You're not clowning? I sense clowns
Charlie: Feeling a bit lonely?
Reader: Only sometimes when I'm by myself. Or other times when I'm with other people.
Reader: [First ever conversation with an awe-eyed Charlie] You're probably thinking, "My dad said that his older sibling is the second most just being in all of creation, but his sibling just turned that guy into a fucking kabab!" Well, I may be just, but I'm no hero. And yeah, technically, that was a murder. But some of the best love stories start with a murder. And that's exactly what this is, a platonic love story.
Reader: [to Sera] Listen, the day I decide to become a crime-fighting shit swizzler, who rooms with a bunch of other little whiners in the Lord's Kingdom with some creepy, [points to Adam] Heaven's Gate-looking motherfucker... on that day, [points to Emily] I'll send her shiny, happy ass a friend request
Reader [Helping in the second extermination]: Daddy needs to express some rage.
[starts firing their guns]
Reader: Listen, Angel, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much. I also buried 1,600 kilos of cocaine somewhere in the hotel - right next to the answer for getting out of a soul contract. Good luck.
Angel Dust: [Grinning] You fucking asshole
Alastor: Morningstar!
Reader: How can I help you? Besides luring women into dark, creepy basements.
Reader: [Just learned how to use a phone, looking at a text from Angel] What is that?
Husk: That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long
Sera: I've given Reader every chance to join us but they'd rather act like a child. A heavily armed child. When will they grow up and see benefits of joining the Angelic Council?
Emily: Which benefits? Commiting genocide for amusement? Or the Angel that falls every few decades?
Sera: Please, falling out of Heaven builds character
Reader: Superhero landing. She's gonna do a superhero landing. Wait for it...
[Lute jumps from the platform and lands]
Reader: [clapping their hands] Whoo! Superhero landing! You know, that's really hard on your knees
Charlie: [Stopping Reader from killing Valentino] I can't allow this, Reader. Please, come quietly.
Reader: You blonde cock-gobbler!
Charlie: That's not nice.
Reader: You're really gonna fuck this up for me? Trust me, that squeaking bag of dick-tips has it coming. He's pure evil. Besides... Nobody's getting hurt.
[a dead body falls off an overhead building]
Reader: That guy was already up there when I got here.
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#42 with any ship you want for the “100 ways to say I love you” prompts?
VERY late but here we go!
42. "Is this okay?"
The weirdest thing about Steve Harrington is that he's weird.
Since the spring break from hell, Eddie has learned that he's been a bit of a dick. For all his railing against stereotyping and conformity, he subscribed to a lot of it under the logic of shielding his little sheep. He's had his assumptions proven wrong again and again since by people like Better Wheeler and Better Sinclair and Steve, and he thinks he's probably a better person for it.
His personal growth isn't the point, however monumental.
He's grown past the point of thinking Steve was just another brainless, clone-like jock, but he's still learning new things about him.
Like, Steve is really loud sometimes. He talks to himself like he forgets that other people can hear him, and one time he started singing "Hammer to Fall" before he realized that the D&D session in the next room over quieted down specifically to hear him. It's more common when they're at his house than anywhere else, but it still happens.
And Steve is a really good cook, but he makes the strangest things. He can make delicious meals out of the most random ingredient combinations - Sinclair and Henderson have, indeed, put this particular skill to the test time and time again - but when Eddie asked if he could make chocolate chip cookies, he looked at him like he had three heads.
But the weirdest thing about Steve, by far, is his thing with touch.
He oscillates wildly between being the clingiest motherfucker on the planet and actively avoiding all human contact. Sometimes, Eddie can see the switch happen in real time, can see how he seeks out contact from Buckley one moment and freezes at a hug from Henderson in the next.
It's weird. Steve Harrington is weird.
But, while Eddie is a touchy guy, he's not a dick. So, he's come up with a new catchphrase, at this point, around Steve.
"Is this okay?" Eddie asks, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Is this okay?" he asks, grabbing for Steve's hand.
"Is this okay?" he asks, kicking his feet up into his lap.
Steve says "yes" most of the time, and when he says "no," Eddie calmly moves away.
It's that simple, because Eddie isn't a dick.
He's not the only one who does this. Buckley, Better Wheeler, Better Sinclair, and Henderson all do the same thing. They all check first, albeit in different ways.
But Eddie starts to notice a pattern. Soon, he becomes the person Steve asks the most often.
He lightly shuts it down the first time it happens. Tells Steve he doesn't need to ask. Eddie has always been touchy, practically hanging off of all the friends who are okay with him using them like personal jungle gyms.
Steve shrugs, plays it off the way he plays off everything because he's still cool, just not an asshole. But Eddie can see the relief in his face.
There's nothing special about this time. Steve curls into his side without asking, without preamble, as has become more common, while they engage in the weekly pastime of watching a tape Steve "borrowed" from work.
Robin is usually there with them, but she and Nancy finally figured their shit out. They're off doing god knows what.
Probably each other, Steve suggested dryly when Eddie brought it up, causing him to spray Coke out of his nose right when the movie started.
But now? Westley isn't dead, and as he's threatening Humperdinck, Steve whispers, "Is this okay?"
Eddie turns to the side just in time for their lips to meet softly.
And that's when he realizes that months and months of "is this okay" and gentle touches have been his own personal "as you wish."
He's been in love with Steve Harrington for months.
And he thinks that this kiss, and the next, and the next, and the next, are more perfect than anything Westley and Buttercup could ever dream of.
Prompts here.
#ria writes#asked and answered#rejectofsociety#thanks for asking!!#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie ficlet#st#st ficlet#stranger things#stranger things ficlet#fluff
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I love your poly coco and angel imagines! They’re so sweet and so I was wondering if we could have something about the reader having a rough time with their period maybe even leaking in the bed which is sometimes embarrassing but the guys being loving and all that? Thanks in advance ❤️❤️
***TMI but this past week I've have covid and my period at the same time so this ask is super cute and sweet and I'm also indulging myself as well lol**
They knew the moment you snapped at them for something simple that it was coming
They knew you were stocked up on supplies but they'd buy you more just in case
And don't get me started on the snacks
They would buy enough chocolate and snacks of your choice that it'd look like they were stocking up for next Halloween
They'd have them in two bins
One in the living room and one in the bedroom
They'd be gentle with you and pamper you because they could see you were going through it
They would take everything in stride even when you were dramatic and doing too much
They knew it wasn't your fault
They would wash your hair for you, bathe you, dry you, put your lotion on
I can see Coco kneeling down to put your favorite socks on your feet and then kissing your knee
They would both cuddle you when you wanted to be touched and sit on the opposite couch when you didn't
They would wake you when they noticed the stain, Angel shuffling you off to the shower while Coco changed the sheets and put the dirty ones to wash
Angel would bathe you and tell you there was nothing to be embarrassed about
"We deal with blood from random motherfuckers all the time and that shit don't bother us. Why would yours?"
By the time you were clean and ready for bed again, Coco had the heating pad already warm and ready to go
The sheets fresh and clean
A drink for you probably
They'd lay with you and relax all together until you were asleep once again
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#angel reyes#coco cruz#poly!angel x coco#mayans mc#wouldinclude#angel reyes x reader#coco cruz x reader#angel x reader x coco
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At the hospital rn so here are some headcanons of bsd men with cats
Chuuya:
- *cat meows* *he meows back*
- likes cats that are chubby
- if someone so much as says "heck" in front of his beautiful little baby he will go on a rampage
- "WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HAS BEEN SWEARING IN FRONT OF MY LITTLE GIRL"
- absolutely spoils the shit out of his cat
- BTW it's a black one with elegant green eyes and she's a total bitch but that's why he loves her
- same spoiled rich bitch energy
- they were made for each other
- he def rants about dazai to her
- idk abt a name yet but I'm thinking he'd name her something fancy like a type of wine or an author of an old book he likes or smth
- they look like they judge people together
- they absolutely do
- if you think ur safe no u are not
- she does not like dazai AT ALL
- whenever he sees her he tries to be friendly and even give her treats but she just hisses or ignores him
- *dazai enters chuuyas apartment (uninvited)* heya Eleanor!
Eleanor: *hisses*
Dazai: okay! :D
Dazai:
- ohhh dazai's cat would absolutely despise him
- it's not really his cat, it just kinda keeps coming back to him for food
- whenever he tries to be affectionate with it it just hisses or bites him
- but it still keeps coming back the next day
- hmmmm sounds like a certain someone
- he also gets the shittest cat foods ever
- "heyyyy I hope you like this new tuna I got ya!!! It's chocolate flavored :)"
- the cat will def vomit on his shoes
- it's happened more often than u think
- BTW it's an orange tabby that he likes cause it's mean and orange and reminds him of someone
- GEE I WONDER WHO
Fyodor:
- fyodor has the most spoiled snooty ass little Persian cat in the whole entire world
- it looks exactly like the ones you see in cartoons
- she's all white with pretty blue eyes and a nice little collar that costs like 10,000 in usd
- I can also see him with a cat like chuuyas, u know the ones villains in movies usually have
- tje black pointy slender ones
- you'd walk into his lair or smth and it's all dark and it's just him in his chair facing you and caressing the cat on his lap
- me next me next ME NEXT ME NE
- it also acts like his own personal spy, by lurking around his enemies (dazai) and finding out all sorts of dirt on them (his love for chuuya) and bringing them to fyodor for him to exploit (putting a hand on his forehead and eyes going "the gays are at it again")
Nikolai:
- your friendly neighborhood animal abuser😝
- u know that cat from the start of princess and the frog???
- the one that lottie had when she was a kid???
- yea it's like that
- bro torments the SHIT out of that poor kitty (mine next please please)
- he would come home and just throw it into the air as a greeting
- his ceiling is covered in cat scratches from every time he's done it
- atp he would just randomly go "Hey where nikolai junior???" Like he's Phineas and Ferb looking for perry meanwhile his poor tortured cat is hiding from him somewhere
- he would bring that thing everywhere
- airport, barbers, hospital, restaurant, PRISON
- "sir you can't have pets in here" "awww why not :((((" "because this is a correctional facility"
- he'd be with the gang😎 and sigma jus goes "nikolai....what's in your shirt???" And he's like wdym?? And sigma goes "it's...meowing?? What have you got in there???" And nikolai has to answer very carefully bc of all the times fyodor has told him NOT TO BRING HIS GODDAMN CAT INTO THEIR MEETINGS so he just smiles sweatily and says "drugs" which for him is honestly way more believable but fyodor just sighs
Anyway that's all I got for now wish me luck at the hoptal guys :DDD
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Adventures in Incorrect Quote generation!
Starring: My friendly neighborhood!
(Some dirty jokes are ahead!)
Tax: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?
Noir: Are you calling me short?
Tax: I'm calling you vertically challenged.
🤣
Ricky: Hey.
Noir: *pissed off* You… complete …ASS, Ricky! You show up here after WEEKS, and you say “hey”?!
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Noir: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-
Dennis: I wrote you a poem.
Noir, already crying: You did?
🤣
Gordon: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?
Norman, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.
🤣
Gordon: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.
🤣
Norman: I'm having problems with a guy...
Dennis: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?
🤣
George: *Locks Junebug in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.
Junebug: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?
🤣
Lenard, learning to drive: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time?
George: The car takes a screenshot.
Gordon: Please pull over. I’m driving now.
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Noir: sapnu puaS.
Norman: What??
Dennis: What language is that.
Noir: Turn your phone 180 degrees.
*Noir was removed from the groupchat*
🤣
George: I like your new pants!
Norman: Thanks, they were 50 off!
George: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. *winks*
Norman: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.
George: Thats’s… not what I meant.
Norman: That’s a terrible way to run a business, George.
🤣
Norman: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*
Dennis: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?
Norman: I—
Norman: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.
🤣
Lilianna, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy.
Gordon: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.
🤣
Tax: Fine! Judge all you want but...
Tax, points at Dennis: Married a lesbian.
Tax, points at Lilianna: Left a man at the altar.
Tax, points at George: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.
Tax, points at Noir: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.
Tax, points at Lestat: Lives in a box!
🤣
Pillbug: Lilith taught me to think before I act.
Pillbug: ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.
🤣
Norman: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.
George: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.
Norman: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.
Gordon, on the walkie talkie: This is Gordon, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.
🤣
Noir: Bro-
Tax: No, no, hold up, rewind.
Tax: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??
🤣
Lenard: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?
Norman: Making four accounts.
Lenard, tearing up: Really...?
🤣
Gordon: Hey, it’s your turn to wash the dishes.
Noir: I’ll wash the walls red with your blood.
Gordon: Okay, but before that, wash the dishes. Also, use soap this time.
🤣
Norman, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?
Gordon: …
Gordon: What’s in the box?
Norman: What woul-
Gordon: Norman, what’s in the box?
Norman: I think you know.
🤣
Dennis: My knee just cracked so loudly that I half expect it to glow in the dark tonight.
🤣
#gremlin approved meme#my friendly neighborhood ricky#my friendly neighborhood norman#my friendly neighborhood game#my friendly neighborhood#mfn junebug#norman mfn#mfn norman#mfn#mfn game#mfn gordon#mfn george
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game grumps fav quotes masterlist
this post will be compiling every quote that makes me brain go brr, the videos are not included bc i am lazy
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"It's Clifford the big red stab wound" - Dan
just the entire brain juice clip
"[As Monika] Shutting down" - Arin
arin saying "motherfucking" in the middle of a sentence and dan completing it with "jesse eisenberg"
the entire thruth seeker power washing episode
"(paraphrased)
Dan: Well it wouldnt have happened today cus I'm rocking that manbun because it's 180 degrees outside
Arin: Hmhum- 185
Dan: Yes- Oh yeah, I was thinking 180 because that's the angle that I took when I walked outside and was like 'nope'"
"Are you seriously? No! why? I'll miss you" - Dan as Arin is about to eat a disgusting mix of cheerios flavours
"I'm such a stupid moron why did I even born!" - Arin
"No, I was uh- lying." - Dan
"All these people… they want this cleaning dick!" - Arin
"Essentially the audio version of yassified by space bear" - Dan
"Arin: It's making my butthole quiver
Dan: That's my job!"
"Arin: It's BPA free!
Dan: Buplic bissplays of affection?"
"I've created the nipple forest!" - Dan
"You're bringing a new vessel for microplastics into the world" - Arin
"[talking about a guy who watched his family get sick]
Arin: To each his own man
Dan: What does that- that is not an appropriate time to use that-"
"Arin: Do you want to touch boobs with me?
Dan: I mean of course but I don't see what that has to do with anything going on right now"
"Ah Man! But I made so much far go process… wow" - Dan
"Oooh I feel on the toilet…" - Arin
"I am merely a vessel for God's soft serve chocolate ice cream" - Dan
"Arin! I'm a motherfucking starboy, and I don't need to listen to this!" - Dan
"I know! But doesn't- don't the people want the best of the world- hold on [laughs]" - Arin
"I've been hearing the term 'serving c word' lately, I don't fully know what it means" - Dan
"DID I MAKE THE BEEFY TEA?" - Dan
"THATS ARIN IM DAN THERE IS NO GOD THIS IS SONIC HEROES" - Dan
"[Quoting Arin] Sonic Heroes: Life can't always be good!" - Dan
"[Talking about being secretly in love with Sonic] I'm like god! I show my love in mysterious ways!" - Arin
"PUT DOWN THE PHONE, AND FUCKING GAME GRUMPS!" - Arin
"Cheetahs have stripes that go in a circle" - Arin
"Do you think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?" - Arin
"Show me your Math Dick, I wanna suck it" - Arin to Dan
"There's gotta be religion to the fact that God hates me!" - Dan, after losing a turn in Wheel of Fortune
"Arin: What's up Princey-Paysas!
Dan: How you doin' Pooplers! We're play- we're playing Pooplers."
"Arin: I'm a toilet boy. I'm a toilet boy.
Dan: [in the starboy mellody] I'm a motherfucking toilet boy~"
"Arin: I can't believe you! The power that you possess within that intestinal tract
Dan: Thanks, god- if only it were this easy in real life"
"[About Weird Al]
Dan: But, like, it's okay uh- we're still buds, and he sends us Christmas cards every now and then
Arin: That's true- Every now and then? Every Christmas!
Dan: Christmas, mostly. Yeah."
"You're sawd?! I'm the one who has to move the sticks around! You just get to hang out on bed! I'm over here moving buttons!" - Arin
"Let's fucking go-varies!" - Dan
"You know, all it takes to make a dungeon into a sex dungeon is a little bit of planning" - Brian
"That cake is sus" - Dan
"Theres not a dry spot on my pants anymore" - Arin
"You know what I call my beard? A chin-chilla" - Arin
"Dan: Uhm- Some times you just like- Drive things home, by like, sort of finding another way say the same thing you know what I mean?
Arin: Yea
Dan: Like- Man this place is full of guys I'd like to fuck and Your Dad!"
"I would marry cheese if I could" - Arin
"Cut my life in two cheeks" - Dan
"Arin: Can you hear the baby kicking?
Dan: The ass baby?"
"Oh my god he's hot again" - Arin, about Ganon
"[Beat boxing] Fourgive me, fivegive me" - Arin
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I weirdly have a food fight fantasy with Carmy you’re pissed off at each other all day and then as you’re both cleaning up for the night someone grabs a spoon full of mashed potatoes and throws it which leads to sex and licking the food off each other
M.exe has stopped working😩 lil sumn sumn under the cut!! (Currently can’t add gifs cause my data is very bad rn so just picture Jeremy being a hot, distressed chef.)
It started off with the thousandth argument. You and Carmy love each other, but also love bickering with each other like a married couple, which makes your friends and colleagues go absolutely insane. So, now that the two of you were giving each other silent treatment, the kitchen was only *slightly* calmer.
But there was tension for the whole day, during family, you two sat on opposite sides of the table, during service, during clean up… until it was just the two of you hanging out for close up. I mean you couldn’t do it any other way, you guys lived together so you only came with one car. So you just didn’t talk to each other. Carmy was cleaning the last things, and you were too. All of a sudden, you felt a blob of something land on the back of your neck. Looking up at the industrial ceiling, you didn’t see anything dripping, which reassured you. So the only way some… thickened gravy? could’ve appeared on your you skin was…
“Carmen what the fuck?”
He ducked his head, smirking underneath his nose.
“… that’s what you get..”
“Excuse me? Get for what? You’re the one who’s been breakin my balls all-“
Another blob of gravy.
“Oh you motherfucker…”
You dipped your hand in some random chocolate sauce that was hanging around, before throwing it on him. It landed on his stained shirt. He gasped and laughed, before grabbing a spoonful of strawberry jam and throwing it on you, making you scream and run around the countertops, endless giggles streaming from your mouth.
Bucket of flour. You grinned and reached to open it, but before you could, Carmy grabbed your sides, preventing you from reaching it. You whined and screamed and laughed, and you let him lead you to the ground.
“Nuh-uh. It’s closed baby, can’t open that one..”
“Urgh, shut up. You know that I was gonna win that one.”
Carmen didn’t say anything, he just stared at you and smirked. You squirmed under his heavy gaze, and your quickened breaths made your chest heave, which made Carmen stare even more.
“Wait here. I’m serious. Don’t fucking move. I’ll be right back.”
You looked at him in confusion as he got up and went to the walk in fridge.
“…Oookkaaayyy?” You stayed on the cool tiles, giggling to yourself.
When he came back and kneeled to show you what he got, you grinned at his eyebrows wiggling.
“Ain’t no way you brought whipped cream… Ew, you’re so kinkyyy”
You both grinned and laughed at each other, and he asked if he could lift your shirt. You bit your lip and nodded, the cool air making goosebumps appear on your torso. Carmy’s eyes became darker, seeing the way your sports bra made your tits lift up. He opened the can of whipped cream, and-
“Don’t move baby..”
- he put some on your cleavage. You watched with hooded eyes as he bent down to lick it, grabbing the big glob with his tongue.
“Oh… Bear…Mhm… Naughty.”
You felt his tongue against your breasts and he saw your nipples harden. He smirked and did it again, this time putting some on his finger. He placed his index on your plush, lower lip.
“Oopsie… guess I’ll have to lick that clean then.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his jaw, finally colliding your lips with his. His chapped lips felt good against yours, adding some roughness. You whimpered in his mouth when he slipped his tongue in, and you could taste the slightly sweetened foam.
“Carmy… Fuck. Carmen. Bear, take my pants off, I-I want you to eat my pussy, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier, just please, please eat me.”
He nodded breathlessly, his chapped lips now puffed and glistening with spit and sugar; and you couldn’t help but taste him one last time. He tasted like stale cigarettes, vanilla and that blue-raspberry energy drink he likes, and you just couldn’t get enough. Carmen peppered kisses across your cheeks, your chin, behind your ear, down your throat, nipped at your collarbones - which made you hiss-, lapped his tongue over the globes of your breasts, kissed your stomach, until he reached your leggings. 
“Lift your hips for me baby”
He slipped the pants and your underwear off at the same time, and you spread your legs for him, revealing your glistening pussy to him. He hummed and smiled, not wanting to tear his eyes away from the way you were blossoming underneath him.
“You’re so pretty for me honey… you’re so fucking gorgeous. This pussy’s so so pretty”
You winked at him, grabbed the canister of whipped cream, and made it foam on your mound. He groaned and dove right in, licking the foam, before flattening his tongue and licking a long, delightful stripe from your opening to your clit. You moaned, and he did it again, lapping all of your juices. He groaned at the taste of the artificial vanilla bean mixed with the tangy, indescribable, taste of you.
“Mhm… taste s’good”
You whimpered and grabbed his hair, dirtying it even more, but you couldn’t care any less. Carmen wrapped his lips around your clit, watching your reaction closely. Your eyes flew open, and you made eye contact with the big, blue and intense eyes your boyfriend has. You watched him feast on you, bury his stiff tongue into you, kissing your pussy lips, rub his nose into the short hairs of your mound, and and the fact that he was letting you use him… my god, you were about to cum.
He felt it too, when your breathing became erratic and your hips were fucking his face even more, grinding up his nose, hooking your clit with the strong arch.
“Cum for me baby, do it for me, be good and cum”
You whimpered and threw your head back, your lower stomach finally relaxing, and you can all over Carmen’s eager mouth, who didn’t hesitate to lap everything up. When you came down from your high, you saw Carmen smile at you, kissing the stretch marks on your inner thighs, and you snickered, looking around.
“Well, I think we’re gonna have to clean some more, the faster we clean, the faster we can get home, yeah?
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Yass queen
#carmen berzatto blurb#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto smut#carmen berzatto concepts#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#the bear fx#thots 😈#minors dni
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Back Together
Part 12
Pairing: Soap x Ghost
WC: 3.6k
Synopsis: Hospital chillin
Warnings: None that I can think of
A soft beep sounded in his ear every couple of seconds, his head throbbing whenever it went off and pulling him out of the peaceful sleep he had been enjoying. He tried to open his eyes but as they cracked harsh light snuck in past his dark lashes and he snapped them closed once more. A soft whimper pulled out of him before his dry throat cleared and the noise blossomed into a groan, the only way his body knew of to signal that there was blinding pain that seemed to cover his entire head, especially just behind his eyes. His throat swallowed hard but he had nothing to lubricate his dry vocal cords. There was a noise beside him and he felt a touch on his arm that made his eyes open finally despite the pain from the scathing lights above. He struggled to focus on the person in front of him, his dark brows furrowing as he tried to think, finding that his head pounded worse whenever he did. The person left for a second before the harshest of the lights shut off and they reappeared in front of him along with a few more people. His blue eyes flicked from one person to the next, unable to keep his attention on just one face before he finally got tired of all the movement and the noises and the rattling of whatever he was laying on and closed his eyes again to find the peace and quiet of his dreams.
The next time his eyes opened the headache was less severe, it still throbbed where he remembered he had hit it but it no longer pounded all around and crowded his mind like last time. He moved his hand, reaching up to rub at his eyes for a second before he looked around. He was in a hospital room with an empty bed next to him, there were a few empty chairs for visitors to sit in but he had none. Why didn’t he have any? He wakes up in a hospital bed and not even a single motherfucker in the chair, who was he supposed to guilt for a soda and a chocolate bar now? He shuffled a bit in the bed, making sure all his limbs were still responding as he did. A quiet sound at the door and blue eyes fixed on the handle as it turned and opened to a tall man in a skull-faced balaclava that he knew exceptionally well and was shuffling inside. Hazel eyes locked onto him and Soap’s lips parted slightly, almost shocked to see him up and moving while relief washed over him. The man was frozen in the door on crutches in a hospital gown and a pair of one-legged sweats that showed off a full leg cast. “Johnny,” the man hurried inside, making sure the door shut behind him and nearly tripping over a pair of crutches that he was obviously still not used to.
Soap gave him a tired smile before he struggled to voice out, listening as it cracked from disuse, “Hey Ghost. What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
The tall man shook his head and sat on the foot of the bed with a deep sigh he almost took as relief. “Hiding from my nurse. They won't let me fuckin leave." The man shifted and a wince of pain was visible in his eyes, causing him to pause for a moment before he continued talking, "Never thought you were going to wake up Johnny, the nurses were starting to worry.” Ghost winced again as he moved his leg and tried to stretch it out but the full leg cast refused to budge.
Soap pushed himself up a bit with a small grimace before he let himself rest back against the pillows a bit more comfortably, “What about you? Not worried about me then?”
Ghost watched him for a few moments before he shook his head, “Never. You've gotten out of worse.” They both knew the faith they had in one another to keep themselves alive, they were the best for a reason, it was unwavering even if their friendship had been on rocky ground lately.
It wasn't a lie what Ghost said either, Soap had recovered from the near death experience of a failed parachute, he had been hunted by mercenaries with a gunshot wound through his arm, he'd nearly been thrown out of a building by a terrorist, one little bump on the head was nothing compared to that. The Scot nodded towards the tall man's leg, “How’s that? What was the verdict?”
Hazel eyes glared down at the hard plaster that surrounded his leg before answering, “When the wall fell on me it fractured my femur in two places. The bleeding was from something that got me in the leg, I don’t remember what it was though. The explosion and the aftermath are still hazy.”
Soap nodded slowly looking down at it, “I almost shit myself when I walked in there and saw all that blood and the way that it looked, it was just wrong Lt. That’s the only reason I didn’t pass out in the field probably. Seeing that thing gave me an adrenaline high like no other.”
Ghost nodded slowly, agreeing with Soap’s words before he seemed to smile beneath the mask and shot back, “Honestly I was hoping it’d take me. Then I wouldn’t have to listen to all the shitty jokes you were gonna make about this bloody thing.” His knuckles knocked against the cast and then his arms crossed over his chest glaring down at it like it could be intimidated off his leg.
“Oh don’t worry Lt., soon as I can think without a fuckin headache I’ll start hitting you with them.” Soap answered, reaching to his head and rubbing his fingers gently over the place his head had smacked against the wall.
They sat quietly for a few moments, neither one willing to broach the topic that was really on their minds after their uneasy distance for the past weeks. Mainly because they just had no idea where to begin and Soap was in no condition to be having those conversations just yet. They didn’t have to though as the door of the room opened again and a nurse came storming in. Ghost’s eyes shot up to her and Soap’s did as well, wondering why her face was so red and a tale-tell look of anger and frustration painted her features. She huffed out and glared hard at the man with a balaclava, “Lieutenant Riley I am just about tired of having to hunt you down. I gave you those crutches so you could go to the bathroom on your own but if you keep this up I will take them back and you'll have to call one of us every time you need something. Is that what you want?" Ghost's even glare held her own with flawless impunity before she continued, "You aren’t supposed to be up and walking yet. Your leg needs time to heal and you are driving me insane. I have other patients! I can’t be tracking you down and calling security to haul you back every five minutes.” She didn’t seem to notice Soap until the Scotsman snickered a bit and her eyes snapped to him widening a bit. The nurse stared at him for a second and checked the room number and then the whiteboard on the wall before she tilted back out of the room and called down the hall.
Soap could see the smirk beneath that balaclava as Ghost muttered, “Thanks for waking up, now they’ve got someone else to annoy.”
A few nurses joined the other at the door before pushing inside. The one who had come hunting Ghost ushered him up from the foot of the bed and out the door and back down the hall to wherever his room was. Then the questions started, ‘Do you know who you are?’ ‘Do you know where you are?’ ‘Do you remember what happened?’ ‘On a scale of 1-10 how bad is the pain?’ They were endless, putting his brain through the ringer and bringing the throb at the back of his head to the forefront of his mind.
When he could feel his stomach getting queasy he decided he had listened enough. He shook one of the nurses off of him and jerked away again as she tried to grab at his arm. “Aye! I know who I am, I'm bloody fuckin Soap. And I even know where I am, this amazing planet called Earth. It’s not like I’m drooling on my fuckin shirt, lass. How's about you tell me where my team is? And where Ghost went.” He sat up then and continued to push their hands away, throwing the sheets off of him and noticing the bandages on his arms for the first time, probably from pulling the shrapnel out of his skin. He didn’t stop though as he swung his legs to the ground keeping the closest nurse at arm’s length and shook his head at her ignoring what she said, “No I’m not laying back down. I want to see my team, and I want to see Ghost. You all can fuck off for all I care. You’re making my head hurt more than the fuckin bomb that put me here.”
“Sergeant MacTavish, you either lay down or we sedate you. You are not cleared to be moving around yet, not until a doctor looks at you and clears you.” The familiar voice of the first nurse who had herded Ghost back out of the room sounded from the door, looking at him with a no nonsense gaze and crossed arms.
A streak of stubbornness scratched at the back of his mind then, his jaw working as he stared at her before he answered, “I will lay down if you bring the big bastard back. And the rest of my teammates, I’m done answering your fuckin questions.”
Her lips pursed as she watched him, tossing his conditions around in her head for a minute before she took a deep breath and nodded, “Fine. Now lay down. Or I will sedate you and strap you to that bed Sergeant MacTavish.”
His mouth turned up in a smirk as he sat back down on the bed and put his feet up, “At least buy me dinner first, lass.” He pulled the sheet back up and he watched as she rolled her eyes and shook her head before disappearing back out into the hallway. The rest of the nurses followed her out, one sticking around outside to make sure he didn’t make a break for the exit while the other nurse was gone.
Soap was about to take his chances on escape after he glanced at the clock and realized it had already been ten minutes. But just as he was grabbing at the sheets to stand up the door opened and in walked Price, Gaz, and Konig. They were all in their civvies, the Captain wearing a flannel over his t-shirt and a pain of worn jeans with some boots. Gaz was in a Liverpool jersey with a pair of joggers on. And the big man was wearing a fitted long sleeve shirt with some black sweats and what had become his everyday mask that Soap had given him, and even through it he could see the German’s smile. “Oh mein Gott!” The big man let out the exclamation before he could stop it and the Scotsman beamed a smile at all of them.
“Hey! Nice to see ya mates!” Soap reached out a hand towards Price, getting a hearty handshake from the Captain and one from Gaz as well. Konig bypassed the handshake though, pulling him into a hug for a second before he took a seat at the foot of the bed. Gaz and Price took their seats in the two chairs against the wall. He caught the nurse as she tried to slip out quietly before he stopped her, “Hey! Bring the skull faced blaigeard too.”
The nurse stopped with her hand on the door and sighed, “Lieutenant Riley needs to stay in bed too. He’s been up and about too much already today.”
Soap narrowed his eyes at her before he glanced at the empty side of the room and gestured with a jerk of his chin, “Transfer him in here then.” The nurse watched him for a second before glancing to the Captain who gave a quick nod and she relented as she left to go take care of the paperwork. Soap gave Price a curious look then, “Why’d she ask you?”
The Captain sat up a bit straighter then a smirk hidden behind his beard, “I’m the one who told them not to release him yet. If he goes home by himself he’ll have that cast off on his own by nightfall.”
The Scot gave a slow nod of agreement, “Aye that’s fair. He's probably already coming up with another plan of escape too. So what’s been happening? How long was I even out?”
Konig answered him, “Counting the helicopter ride back to the airfield and then the plane ride, two days.”
“Two days?” Soap’s face contorted in disgusted surprise. “Mhac na galla, I cannae believe that.” He shook his head and scratched at his beard before a thought struck him, “None of ye called me mum did ye?” Price and Gaz glanced between one another shaking their heads and the Scot let out a sigh of relief, “Thank the heavens. Don’t need that woman getting any more ammo, she has enough already.” His mind bounced from one train of thought to the other, unable to keep himself locked down on one thing for long as he asked, “Did Laswell get the intel she needed? I never heard you say that you got it.”
Price quirked an eyebrow at him then before he answered, “You remember that? What happened, I mean?”
Soap watched him for a second before nodding, “Aye I think so. I remember you told Konig and I to get the last hostage. There were the vests and the explosion. I hit my head. After that it’s a bit fuzzy if I’m honest. I remember Ghost, his leg, Konig and I carrying him back to medevac. We got on and then…And then I…” His head started pounding as he tried to remember, dark eyebrows furrowing and his eyes shutting as his memory lapsed there. He hissed out a bit as a pain lanced through his head right behind his eyes and the world spun a bit before he let the memory go and muttered out, “Nothing after that.” He reached a hand up to his forehead trying to massage the pain away.
Gaz cleared his throat and said quietly, “You were saying some pretty weird stuff, mate. The medics said it was because of the head thing but I don’t know, you sounded really upset about it.”
Soap gave him a confused look out of the side of his eyes before another lance of pain stabbed at his mind and he shook his head. Price added on then, “Most of it didn’t make sense though honestly Sergeant. You were saying something about being sorry for doing that to your mum. And for pushing us away which obviously you haven't so I don't think you were in your right mind then. Oh yeah and there were a lot of apologies for Ghost but they knocked him out the second we got on the medevac so he didn’t hear any of that don't worry. You don’t remember any of that?”
He shook his head slowly, the pain ebbing off as he muttered, “No I don’t. Once we could hear the medevac and it got close it’s kind of blank after that. I think I woke up another time but I’m not sure. I felt like I was dosed with something when that happened so that could have been a dream.”
Konig shook his head, “No, you woke up on the plane ride over here for a few seconds.”
Price nodded, “Yeah, you didn’t seem to know what was going on though. You didn’t respond to any of us or the medics.”
Soap nodded slowly, looking down at his hands as his mind kept working, wanting to recoup the information he seemed to have lost. The door opened then, the nurse entering with Ghost who was visibly seething at being forced to ride in a wheelchair with his busted leg shoved out in front of him to keep it from dragging on the floor. The sight brought a smirk to the Scots face as Ghost rumbled out in a growl, “Keep it shut MacTavish.”
“I didn’t even say anything Ghost!” He said with an almost petulant edge to his voice before a hard glare scathed over him. The entire squad sat quietly watching with barely controlled snickers bubbling up in them.
The nurse backed him up to the other bed in the room before she locked the wheels on the wheelchair and moved to stand in front of him. Ghost sat with his glare turning up to her while she fixed him with her own. “Lieutenant Riley, do not make me throw you up on this bed. Let me do my job so I can leave you alone to go finish my rounds.” Her hands sat on her hips while Ghost watched her before he broke eye contact, turning his hazel gaze to the rest of the team who were all watching on the edge of their seats like this was prime time television.
His head shook slowly before he growled back to her, “Whatever.” She gave a firm nod and reached down to help him stand up and slide on to the bed. She took control of his immobile leg, walking it slowly around the bed so she could settle it how it needed to be.
The team continued to watch with smiles as she lifted his leg up, a hiss leaving Ghost when she stretched his muscle and the nurse said, “You know Lieutenant, some yoga might benefit you. Help loosen those tighter muscles up.” The nurse glanced up at Price then, "You might want to consider adding that to your team's regiment. Helps with general wear and tear too."
Ghost grumbled back to her, “My muscles are fine.”
Soap spoke up then, ignoring the throb in his head, “I don’t know Lt. she might be right. I’ve always thought your form looked a bit tight. You could definitely do with some added flexibility.” Another scathing glare shot over at the Scotsman and Soap laughed then, Gaz and Konig quickly followed suit while Price suppressed his own and looked at the floor to hide his smile.
The nurse slid a pillow underneath his leg and then draped a sheet over him before glancing at the rest of the team and clearing her throat, “Ok gentleman, visiting hours were over five minutes ago. You have got to go, I’m sorry but it’s policy. Come on, time to clear out.” The three men gave her sighs in turn before they gave in and let her herd them out as they bid their goodbyes. She stopped at the door to turn back to the two of them, “By the way Sergeant I’m nurse Allbright. And since he’s in here I will be your new nurse now, now you two need to get some sleep, lights out.”
Ghost stopped her before she could leave with a quick, "Hey!" The nurse turned again, giving him a questioning look, "What about my crutches? What if I have to use the bathroom or something?"
Nurse Allbright fixed him with a hard look before answering, "You lost crutches privileges when I came to get you and found you halfway to the elevator again and using those crutches to fence with the security guard. Goodnight," she flipped the switch on the wall, the lights flicking off around them shrouding the both of them in darkness save for the monitors that beeped quietly letting them both know that the other was still alive.
They sat silently in the darkness for a few minutes before Soap whispered into the dark, “Hey Lt.”
He heard the monitor jump up for a second before the other man answered, “What?”
Soap smirked into the darkness as he said, “What's the last thing to go through a fly's head as it hits the windshield of a car going 70 mph?”
Both of their monitors went up a few more paces before Ghost answered with a bit of a smile in his tone, “I don’t know, Johnny, what?”
“Its butt.” The Scot answered before he heard a low chuckle from the other side of the room.
It wasn’t even thirty seconds after the door opened and both shifted their eyes to the door where nurse Allbright stood watching the two of them and saying, “I said go to sleep. We can see your heart rate at the nurse’s station. Sleep, now.”
Soap and Ghost both grumbled at her before each muttered out an “Ok,” and then a “Yes ma’am,” when an ok wasn’t enough. She left them again and the two stayed quiet, neither one able to fall asleep right away, wanting to say more but knowing that neither of them wanted the nurse to come back in here. Eventually they dozed off into a light slumber, Soap’s head filled with the heart racing memory of the explosion and finding Ghost bleeding on the floor, as well as the memory of the two paths he remembered so clearly in his dreaming mind now. At least the apologies made sense now.
#slow burn#soapxghost#soapghost#soap cod#soap#ghostxsoap#ghost cod#ghoap#ghost#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#konig cod#konig#kyle garrick#captain john price#john price#call of duty#captain price#modern warfare#passion project
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TA-DA!!!!
Author’s Note: Was inspired by this screenshot from a reaction video from the YouTube channel “Imagine with Bts”. So, shout out to them for the inspo!
CR: YT channel, Imagine with Bts
Summary: It’s almost the end of September and you’re having a chill weekend with your boyfriend Tae. That is until your insecurities get the best of you… he won’t let them stay for long though don’t worry 😏
Pairing: artsybf!Tae x oc!Nari.
Rating: 18+
Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, body insecurities
Word Count: 2,201
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI explicit content, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, unprotected sex and breeding kink (don’t be dumb irl guys), pet names, squirting, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, shower play.
It is a beautiful day, but neither you nor your boyfriend, Tae, are paying attention. On a rare mutual day off, y'all have opted to sleep in and have a relaxing day enjoying each other's company uninterrupted for once (minus the occasional tending to Yeontan).
Awaking to an unseasonably warm day, you head straight for the shower as you feel disgusting. At the same time, Tae takes Yeontan on a walk and gets his signature strawberry juice ready for you both to enjoy after your shower.
You make it a self-care session, doing all the maintenance you've been putting off lately and your entire skincare routine. This overheats you, of course, so you wander into the kitchen looking for something to drink in nothing but a robe. Hearing the bathroom door open, your boyfriend has fixed you a tall glass of iced strawberry juice for a situation like this!
However, he almost drops the glass while handing it to you because, to him, you are the embodiment of beauty right now. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, though, so he chooses a lighter compliment, "Nari, you look more delicious than my strawberries, woh!". You playfully push his shoulder and shake your head.
Despite doing everything that should've made you agree with him, your insecurities have snuck up again lately. So, your reply was, "Oh, stop it. I feel like I've gained weight lately, and my acne is raring back up.. You're sweet, but don't lie to me, babe…".
He doesn't like that at all, and before you know it, he has you backed up against the kitchen counter, one hand on your hip, the other on your chin, forcing you to focus on his intense chocolate gaze.
After kissing the top of your head, forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, a quick peck on the lips, he says, "Never think my words are simply words, jagiya. Yes, I'm a nice person, but I'm not a liar. I've seen your body in all sorts of different conditions, and I think you are gorgeous in all of them. I don’t care about weight or perfect skin; your hormones are probably flaring up. I love you no matter what changes your body may undergo".
Tears well up in your eyes, and you jokingly say, "Yeah, but you're biased, heehehe".
He doesn't take kindly to that and isn't sure you are joking, so he flips you onto his shoulder like a feather and tosses you onto the bed. Your eyes widen as he takes off your robe, which is barely covering anything at this point. "Wh-what are you doing, jagi?"
He just smirks as he grabs the restraints and softly ties them around your wrists and ankles. "Um, hello, can you hear me? Wow, just gonna walk away like this?" you shout after him as he disappears into the spare room.
A few minutes later, he returns in only an apron and his boxers, carrying his painting supplies. Your brows knit in confusion as he still hasn't said anything to you, and you feel the first drop of cold paint hit your ankle. "KIM MOTHERFUCKING TAEHYUNG WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!"
He throws his head back, laughing, and replies, "Sshhh jagiya, the master is at work." Not knowing why that calmed you an immense amount and started a pool between your legs despite not getting an answer.
The strokes become calming, and you almost doze off when you feel the brush graze the area right above your pussy. He is crouched down so your view is reminiscent of when sinful things are happening between your thighs, making you clench around nothing. He notices you looking at him and cocks an eyebrow at your confused look, only murmuring, "Be patient; you'll see soon enough, my love."
The suspense is driving you insane but is also enticing, so you decide to be patient as you are convinced he is just doodling on you, making you wait as he knows you hate waiting for things. He almost caves and discards the paint supplies once he reaches your supple breasts.
He hates seeing you speak badly about your chest and doesn't care if they aren't the most perky set in the world. They belong to you, and that is what makes them perfect. Determined to help you see that, he stays on task.
The contact of the bristles on your already sensitive nipples is enough to bring you to the brink at this point, but you aren't sure what you are up to and don't want to lose a game that you don't know the rules to. So, with every ounce of determination, you hold back…for now.
He makes this even more challenging as he begins tracing your neck and jawline with the bare brush, the light touches giving you layered goosebumps all over.
Following the brush, his tongue traces the same pattern achingly slowly, and then soft kisses follow until they turn into harsh love bites. He then slinks back down your body and finally gives your pussy the attention it has been craving.
His intention to tease you with his tongue doesn’t last long as he tastes how ready you are for him and how sweet you smell and taste after your attentive self-care. He swiftly brings you to the brink of your first climax, then abruptly stops and gets up again.
You are about to scream out in frustration, but the sight of his erection creating a tent in his apron as he scurries off is too comical. He comes back right away with a camera and a mirror. You finally speak up again, "Tae, listen, everything has been great, trust me. Just please talk to me. I'm going crazy over here!".
He chuckles, seeing you beg like he knew you would eventually. "Oh jagiya, you're so cute like this; I want to remember it forever." With that, he takes a series of photos until he is satisfied.
He leans forward, his bulge on your thigh as he kisses the tip of your nose, "Don't worry, pretty, I'm about to unveil the art exhibit.". He stands up and holds the full-length mirror above you, and you instantly feel tears running off your face. Down your entire body, he has written affirmations, adjectives he attributes to you, flowers, stars, strawberries, and the word "perfect" in every language he knows.
He has paid particular attention to the areas you are most self-conscious of, including your tits, thighs, fupa, neck, and arms. Even taking the time to draw intricate vines all over your hands and fingers with flowers, no thorns attempting to show you the beauty he sees every time he looks at you.
Honestly, he has made you into a sincere masterpiece. Your photographer's eye is in awe, and you make a mental note to bug him to show you the pictures he captured earlier! As you are going through everything again, you pause, eyes widening. "Ta-Tae…." "Yes, my sweet, what is it?"
All you can do is point to where you felt the brush above your pussy earlier, "Does that say what I think it does???" He flashes his shy yet lustful smile as he places the mirror down and walks toward you. "If you think it says '내 것,'* you are correct, my star.". *(Mine in Korean).
All you can do is bite down on your bottom lip and look down as you blush even more! Darkly chuckling, he leans forward, placing his knee right up against your entrance as he wraps his hand around your throat while whispering, "You like me claiming you, princess?"
He places his thumb right over your sensitive clit, not moving it, while inserting a finger into your arousal, then tastes it while moaning at how good you taste for him. "Damn my heart, you really like it when I get possessive, don't you?" as he raises an eyebrow.
Your chest is heaving, and you breathily moan out, "Yes, yes, yes, I do. Please fuck me; make me yours, Daddy!". He is shocked, then amused by this new name, "Oh, you cute little thing, you want to make me a daddy? Patience, soon enough, first, I'm going to make you feel good, my perfect muse.".
He keeps his knee in place for you to grind upon like a desperate, aroused creature as he sucks on, flicks, and lightly twists your clit until you gush all over his knee. Not stopping, he moves his knee to slide three fingers into your primed pussy while rubbing swift circles on your ever-sensitive bundle of nerves as he sits on his heels, watching his exhibit come to life. In no time at all, you squirt all over him from how good you are feeling.
As you come down, you start to feel embarrassed, but he assures you that it is sexy and hopes you never hold back for him. You promise not to, and he smiles down at you while encasing your thighs with his and starts undoing the restraints. Giving soft kisses to where they were tied, he places his forehead on yours and says, "It's daddy's turn, princess."
Ridding himself of his apron and boxers in a flash, he rams every inch into you and holds back an immediate climax. He typically isn't one to immediately cum. However, he has been straining against his boxers, staring at your immaculate form for hours now, plus you still being a lake for him has an intense effect.
The whole time he is ramming into you while he either chokes you or gives you his fingers to suck on, he is spewing praise-filled filth, only adding to your orgasm count by the moment. "You like feeling my bulge through your cute belly, my sweet? Want me to fill it full of my cum, make you all glowing and round with our child? Let me hear you scream for jagi.".
With these words and your own imagination, you cum another three times and squirt as you feel him fill you to the brim, his deep voice moaning your name, sending shockwaves to your core.
After a second release into your throbbing cunt, he collapses next to you, gently sweeping your hair out of your face giving you sweet kisses and smiling between them as you are both so elated from the many layers of bliss that just happened.
He calmly carries you to the bathroom, letting you sit in the second bathtub while he prepares a shower for both of you. Typically, you would just cuddle after, but with the smearing of your mixed arousal and paint, you both decide against it.
He stands you up, and you are a bit wobbly still, but you feel secure in his grasp. He lovingly washes your hair, massaging your scalp, and then delicately washes the paint from your body, making you pout a little.
He notices and tilts your head up, "Don't be sad, Nari-a; remember, I took photos for this precise reason." Your eyes instantly light up, and you start attacking him with kisses even more full of love than ever before.
Enjoying it but shocked at the sudden energy shift, he asks, "What was that for, babe?" You cheekily smile and say, "Oh, just for being the best boyfriend I ever thought I'd have." He grins, tears in his eyes with mutual adoration for you, "You bring it out of me, so you should thank yourself, but you're so sweet- wait, what are you doing?"
He exclaims as he sees you squat down, "Oh nothing, daddy, just trying to make you feel good too. Is that a crime?" He chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair and down his neck, "I mean, no, but aren't you tired? You don't have to do this, you know.".
Looking up at him, you lick a broad stripe across his slit and say, "I know. I want to.". He grabs a handful of your hair and says, "Well, what princess wants, she gets." At this, you shift into some sort of otherworldly sex demon, paying the perfect attention and pressure to his balls while your tongue carves murals into his shaft.
It doesn't take long before he empties himself down your throat, making your desire return tenfold. He senses this and pins you up against the cold shower tile and plays with your clit while easing himself into your pussy from behind, teasing your ass with his pinky until you are practically climbing the walls from the 2nd most intense orgasm of the day.
You both exit the shower, light your favorite candle, set the LED lights to a soft orange glow, and cuddle as you wait for the Panda Express to arrive. Barely a word is spoken, but you just bask in the unconditional love and adoration that you have for each other.
Once you've eaten, you just listen to music until he feels you nod off on his chest. Careful not to jostle you, he lays you in the freshly made bed and wraps his arm around your waist as you drift off into the best sleep of your lives, with Yeontan softly snoring in the background.
#btssmut#btsfluff#btsxreader#taehyung#taehyungxreader#btsff#praise#usermaggie#ughreads#usertaeyungie#spontaneous#established relationship#ocNari#bodyworship#bodyissues#eoieopda archive
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Box Velseb Yandere Alphabet
I'm reposting this from ao3 :D
Reader Pronouns: They/Them
Reader Sex: Not Specified
Word Count: 1,585
Warnings: BRIEF MENTION OF NERCOPHILIA
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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Bob doesn’t know how to show affection in a non-sexual way. Not anymore. But when he tries to it normally consists of him rubbing his face against yours and gentle kisses.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
This man is a serial killer and a cannibal. He’s willing to get as messy as he has to to make sure you’re his only. He won’t try to hide the blood at first but if it disturbs you and he notices he’ll try to cover it up when around you.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
He’s not Cruel. You two were in a relationship (If that’s what you wanna call it) before he kidnapped you. He doesn’t see why it has to change. He just changed the setting.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Not really? I mean it depends. The consent with most sexual interactions is VERY dubious so if you wanna count that go ahead. Other than that just touching. He always likes to be touching you, whether in a sexual or non-sexual way.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Bob doesn’t have a heart to bare. He’ll have the same stupid smile on his face even when snuggling up with you. He’s much softer to you than ANYONE.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Confused. Very Confused and Amused. It was fine before, what’s wrong with it now? Sure he stripped you away from your loved ones and your life but you don’t need that! You only need him. He finds it amusing that you think you could truly resist him.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Absolutely. You’re sad attempts at escaping make him laugh as he’ll just bring you back again.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
When he killed someone in front of you. A co-worker of yours. You were tied to a chair as you had to watch Bob cut up and gut your Co-worker who you considered a friend. Ever since you can’t help but feel resentment toward him. You knew he was a killer. You knew that when you started having sex with him. But to see him gut someone you cared for like that was something you could never shake.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
He wants to keep you all to himself. Away from everyone else. You as his loving partner. Forever his.
Bonus if your AFAB: He’d also like to perhaps start a family with you. We already know this guy likes breeding so that’s not something he’d be against.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Most Jealous Motherfucker ALIVE. You even talking to someone else would piss him off. So he took away the option. Keeping you close and now you can only look at and talk to him.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
He just kinda stares. If you two aren’t fucking he likes to stare at you. Admiring his perfect piece of meat that he gets to keep all to himself. He will also rub his face against yours, snuggle, and give you soft kisses.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He started out giving you handwritten letters. The words written in blood. It was kinda sweet? Then he starts getting you chocolates. He knows you don’t like human meat like he does so he’ll accommodate you and get you food he knows you like.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Not really. Only difference is he gives snuggles. He’s still the creepy killer who has a creepy stare.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Murder. Forcing you to watch him murder someone. He knows you hate it. It’s his way of getting you to submit without hurting you.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Bye Bye Freedom and Privacy! See you never!
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Really Patience. You have to be a patient man to go through the hard process of cutting up humans and eating their pieces. And you’re his one and only love so he has alot of it for you.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
If you died it would most likely be by his hands by mistake. Perhaps you tested his patience on the wrong day and he acted out in blind rage or you fought him and it happened while he tried to restrain you. Either way, the regret would be instant. He’d spend a solid 10 minutes shaking you, trying to wake you up. Trying to convince himself you’re just sleeping. Trying to convince himself that he didn’t just murder the love of his life. Then he’d start laughing in a fit of madness. Numbness. He’d feel numb for a while. After the numbness, comes the tears. The first time Bob has cried in years. He won’t even realize he was crying at first. When he does he gets angry. Angry at himself for hurting you, for killing you. He’d take your body and give you a bed. Lay you down and let you rest forever. He’d never eat you. You didn’t deserve that. Then he’d get violent. He’d smash things in fits of rage. He’d kill alot more people than he normally does. After that, here come the delusions. He’d sit by your body and watch it, watch you sleep. Waiting for you to wake up. Convincing himself you’re still alive and that he just needs to wait for you. Wait for you to come back to him. He’d kissed you, snuggle you, even fuck you like you were still here. Convincing himself that you were just stuck in a deep sleep. That everything was ok.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
No. Point blank period. He wants to keep you close to him. He regrets nothing.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
He’s a serial killer who feels nothing for the people he kills. When he found someone who made him actually feel something, it caused his interest. Interest turned into Love. Love turned into Obsession.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He likes seeing when you look scared but he hates when you cry. It hurts him. He’s very emotionally unavailable so if you’re crying he’ll most likely just poke you and say “stop it”. He’ll try to give you the basic affection he knows how to but he really doesn’t know how to handle your tears.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
His True Nature is the exact same Nature he shows to everyone. Cold, Creepy, and Threatening. He also already had a relationship with you before kidnapping you.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Bob is out alot hunting people. That time he is away could be used to escape.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Unless you two are having sex, never on purpose. If he acted out in a fit of rage he may get violent, but he’ll write a million letters apologizing and try to make it up to you.
In the bedroom yes. He’s a big sadist and if you’re ok with it he’ll definitely do it.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
It's not exactly a worship thing. But he loves you so dearly it's similar. You are his world. He loves nothing as much as you. He tries his very best to please you and keep you happy.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
It wasn't exactly pinning as the two of you were already in a sexual(kinda romantic-?) relationship before he kidnapped you. But about 6 months into your relationship he noticed you getting a little too close to a co-worker of yours. The very same one he killed in front of you. He quickly snapped and decided to lock you away from the eyes of anyone else.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Not intentionally. He loves your smile just as much as he loves the fear on your face when you wonder what he's gonna do to you. He could never lose that. If he did, he would claim "You're not the person I fell in love with." He'd try to bring you back. Back to normal. Back to his lovely sweetheart. If he failed, he would simply kill you and keep your body. You can't feel numb if you're not alive. He'd slightly regret it but it's not the same when your personality isn't there. He'd blame himself for breaking you. He'd blame himself for all of it.
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BakuDeku Amnesia
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Disclaimers!
Stories linked below are not mine.
Only one has smut … still check tags.
Art not mine - CC_Sketches.
Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!
Please Remember by WatashinonamaehaSarah
Summary: Izuku is hit with an amnesia quirk that causes him to forget everyone he knows and loves.
Complete | 4 Chapters
Rated - Teen & Up
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Summary: “Deku,” Round Face’s eyes widen, “you don’t know who I am?”
Deku crosses his arms. “All I know is that you’re not Kacchan.”
“Kacchan…” Round Face mutters, “Bakugou? You want to see Bakugou?”
“I want to see Kacchan,” Deku corrects, “I don’t know who Bakugou is.”
— — —
Or, Izuku loses all his memories except for the one name that he could never forget: Kacchan.
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Rated - Teen & Up
Say My Name Right or Don't Say It At All by boysandstars
Summary: “Stop calling me that!” He shouted, using his food as a pointer toward the other.
He leaned back. “Huh? Stop calling you what?”
“That name!”
“Bakugou-san?”
“Yes! Stop it with that shit!” Bakugou retreated a little as he took a comically large bite of bread. “It sounds weird as fuck coming from you.”
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OR Izuku is hit with a memory erasing quirk and Katsuki learns that he would rather die than be called Bakugou-san.
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Rated - Teen & Up
love at second first sight by deadwriter16
Summary: The hottest man alive frowns for a second, and then throws his head back and groans loudly. “Motherfucker," he facepalms, massaging his head with his knuckles afterward in obvious goddammit, Izuku's at it again exasperation, "Of course it’s me.”
“Huh?” Izuku asks, “oh, are you the one I forgot?”
“Evidently,” the guy responds.
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or, Izuku gets hit by a quirk and forgets Kacchan. So Izuku does the only thing that makes sense to do without his memories of this super hot guy…immediately try to seduce him.
{One Shot}
Rated - Teen & Up
Remember My Name by katjean
Summary: The amnesia fic where Katsuki is hit with a quirk so he doesn’t remember who Izuku is. When he wakes up in the hospital and sees his ex, Camie, sitting in his room, she convinces him that they are engaged. Everyone seems to be on board with this but he can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right.
Complete | 3 Chapters | Pro Hero au
Rated - Teen & Up
the few things midoriya izuku knows by ladyofsnails
Summary: Izuku is kidnapped on a mission that goes awry, and Katsuki is convinced it's his fault. He has to find him, but before he gets the chance, Izuku shows up in the middle of a park, half-dead and with no memory from before his past three months under the villain's thumb. And he's scared. Of everything. His mother, his friends, his teachers, everyone.
Everyone except Katsuki.
Complete | 8 Chapters | PTSD
Rated - Teen & Up
Deku, who am I? by Roya1Gir1
Summary: Izuku groaned as he opened his eyes to be burned by the bright lights above him. He frowned as he lifted his arms and rubbed the pain away from his eyes. His head hurt. But that was also an understatement. He slowly sat up and looked around the room as he ignored the pain throbbing in his head.
Where am I?
Who... am I?
One Shot | SFW
Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun
Summary: “Deku. What’s the last thing you remember?”
“Um.” Izuku’s face slid into a look of barely concealed alarm. It took him a minute, but he replied, albeit hesitantly, “I think I’m probably wrong right now but… Graduation…?”
“You can’t be fucking serious.” Katsuki took a step back. Then another.
“I’m wrong, aren’t I?” Izuku continued, like he didn’t just confirm Katsuki’s worst fears. “Is this some time travel thing?”
He looked at Katsuki, but Katsuki was too busy gaping in clear horror at him to answer.
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Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.
One Shot | Pro Hero au
Everything You Don't Know by Mikacrispy
Summary: Izuku wakes up in a hospital having the memories of the last 13 years of his life wiped from his brain. Mentally, he's a quirkless kid, back in middle school. But physically, he lives in a world where he's a pro hero who got wounded during a fight and Kacchan is his hero partner, his best friend, and his... roommate?
Complete | 14 Chapters | Pro Hero au
Rated - Explicit
Coming Home by Kotarokun
Summary: After a bad fall, Izuku wakes up in the hospital only to find out that he's no longer 14 years old. He's 24 and all his dreams have come true. He has friends, he might be in a relationship with his childhood crush, he has a quirk, AND he's a prohero. Now if only he could get over his fear of it all being just a dream...
— — —
Or Izuku is back to his awkward nervous mess of a fourteen year old self and is terrified of messing up his future selfs perfect life.
Incomplete | 8/? Chapters
SFW | Pro Hero AU
Before by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs), VampireGaaraCheesepuffs
Summary: Izuku Midoriya wishes he never had to wake up. Because each time he does, he doesn’t know which Katsuki will be lying next to him.
After a villain attack, Katsuki begins to lose his memories at an alarming rate. Each day he wakes up thinking he’s a different age and at a different time point in his life. While Midoriya and Bakugo have a great relationship now, they haven’t always and Izuku comes face to face with that fact a little more every day.
Complete | 5 Chapters
Rated - Teen & Up
It’s not like I like you— it’s just. by Venom_up_ur_ass
Summary: “Stupid Deku”
“Excuse me?” Midoriya looked back boldly, so this was it huh? Getting your memory washed and acting all high and mighty?! Fuck this is pissing Bakugou off.
“Go fuck yourself”
“You have a problem with me or something?” Midoriya countered.
“Yeah, everything about you”
Midoriya frowned, why’d he even try talking?
— — —
Midoriya accidentally gets hit by a memory losing quirk and his memories will only come back between a week or 2, Bakugou doesn’t know what to feel.
{One Shot}
Rated - Mature
(Restricted) The wrongs that make the words come to life
by casian
Summary: After taking a hit in battle, Katsuki Bakugou wakes up missing more than just the three days he was unconscious. Every scrap of memory up to and including his own name are gone. Well, except for one name, one face: Izuku Midoriya.
— — —
Or, an amnesia fic with a twist.
Complete | 8 Chapters
Rated - n/a
there is love in my sorrow by lucif5er
Summary: Omega Izuku and Alpha Katsuki are mates and engaged but during a quirk accident Katsuki loses his memory and doesn't remember ever being with Izuku.
One Shot | OmegaVerse
Rated - General Audiences
Unlucky/Lucky In Love by SweetSide
Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an amnesia Quirk that makes him forget Deku, so he can't believe his luck when the sexy nerd shows up at his door ready for their date.
*****
"What's this about?" Katsuki does not sit, but he does relax his arms.
"Last night. We were on patrol together. We got separated. They're still running Quirk tests on the villain. Kacchan I...I think it messed with your memory."
"I remember going on patrol," Katsuki admits. "But I don't remember you."
Fuck.
One Shot | Mature Content
you'll always be my day one by dekuskatsudon
Summary: Izuku suffered from selective memory loss due to a quirk accident, causing him to lose his memories from when he was informed he didn’t have a quirk until the day before the UA entrance exam and the days after.
—
Or, Izuku forgets all about his quirkless days and Katsuki’s bullying in the past and Katsuki has to deal with the repercussions and unresolved feelings.
One Shot | SFW
The Amnesia Incident by HexyHearts
Summary: After a fight with a group of villains, Bakugo and Midoriya are both hit by a quirk that seems to cause amnesia. With barely any memories, their class and the UA staff are left to watch in slight horror and amusement as the two boys become the best of friends (and something possibly more) without any of their past holding them back.
Incomplete | 14/? Chapters
Last updated January 2023
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I think a lot about Rise movie, some people send me some stuff for analysis, i just need time to cook it up.
And those guys are breaking my heart, so...
It was so... sudden. World on fire, smoke covered the sun and - and Kraangs. Bloodlusted. Everywhere. Leaving behind nothing but ruination and piles of bodies.
Still, they'd survived. Only god knows how - they had survived.
It almost made her suffocate, only thought of how many they lost and still hope was in there. April fought. Fought and led people and yokai into the battle, again and again. Over and over.
Decades in battles, decades in misery and it still hurt when losing comrades. But April's heart became harsher, getting bulletproof that's why she's commander.
She told herself that every morning but at night it was almost unbearable, because she remembered every one who fell, everyone who was injured and hurt. Every one who lost.
He holds out a coffee - capsuled one, brewed by him in beakers and April feels a taste, a forgotten taste. She is freezing and wanting to cry.
It's taste of home, of better future even though she knows - Donnie made it not from coffee itself, it's just chemicals. Softshell smiles warmly, trying to cheer commander up. No, not commander - his old friend.
- You should rest, Donnie, - April whispers and cannot look away. Cannot ignore his bandages, cannot forget his scars. Battle scars. And even worse - Donnie forgot about himself again. He wasn't like that when he was a teenager.- Your bandage, - she speaks in steel voice - no objection allowed.
- I was busy, - Don's voice is tired and full of guilty softness. - I've tried to deal with supplies, with armor... But I get nothing. Not enough material... Not enough hands even with -
- Dee. Look at me, - she come closer to take of his battleshell, looking at his eyes. - Rebellion needs you. Alive. You shouldn't kill yourself like that.
- I... Know. I know. I just... Want to help, here. Help you, - his hands covers her back, mirroring her own.
- You will help me if you just stay by my side. Deal? - she looks at his face and smiles.
- Deal. - She almost forgot the sound of laughter. It was ages since she see him like that. No just only messages.
April knows where his first aid kit is, she knows how to renew a bandage, and being here, at his modest, almost ruined lab feels like home. For a moment she can forget about this burden on her shoulder and just be. Be with him.
Waiting when his brothers returns back to the base.
She stays at his place, April doesn't want to leave him now. She's not always commander, Donnie reminds her of that, she's also a women who need a strong shoulder who may carry her a little until she is recharging.
With Donnie it's home, bitter coffee without milk and strange, synthetic chocolate. It's home within his arms, it's home - they both only can sleep when together.
April wants to stay a little longer. But when it's a war, you have no time for everything what seemed normal back then.
April shivered and wiped away the tears. Her bed is cold and no one here to warm her up at night and made believe she's not alone, she's safe.
***
Donnie is near, with her - April peeks out from the shelter to feed with amo those bastards. They need backup, supplies are getting thin, it's almost hopeless.
His magic is only thing that covered them, the only way why her people are still holding. April hopes on hope they can make it, they will get through of Kraang's death ring.
- There's no way, - she whispers. - Donnie, - April grabs his hand and squeeze it a little. His eyes are troubled, but April's too fast - she's getting explosive packages. - Wish me luck.
- April! - his scream almost tears her apart but she need to.
She runs fast, really fast, managing to put some bullets at those brainfaces. No time for gasping for breath, it rather her life or those motherfuckers.
Package is delivered - April hears the explosion and someone pulls her to himself protecting her from the blast wave.
Her head is about to explode, heart is racing. Vile screams from pain and agony, like wet pig squeal - Kraangs are still alive. No time to think, no time for hesitation - she grabbed her gun to protect them both.
Donnie is shooting back with all he's got - but It's too many, explosions, screams - it's all mixing and hope is sliding away.
- You need to retreat, - Donnie yells. - Collect all you've got - this way we increase -
- I ain't retreat, we lose it all! - bullets deafen. - It's them or us now, we -
Its lasher is lethally fast. People are buried beneath, April clenches her teeth and does everything to gain extra minutes before help arrives.
- April, retreat, - Donnie is stubborn and unshakable.
All is on fire, people are dying. And she can't do anything. She has no plan, they have no plan, they only can survive this for a week with low supplies.
- Don -
She was pushed. Explosion wave burns everything to the ground. Everything is messy, everything is so noisy, but the arms hording her - April's blinking, and then smelling something bad.
Blood. At her.
His shaking gaze - at this noise she can't hear anything.
- DONNIE! - she is yelling, tears are down at her face. - DONNIE!
April can't get through the wall of his magic, she can't do nothing but trying to punch the wall out of rage. He's still alive and try to keep it up.
Protect her - she taste his blood at lips.
"April", - he begs, she can hear his voice through vox. - "Lead people out. Rebellion needs you"
- IT NEEDS YOU TOO! WITHOUT YOU -
"April, please... Listen to me". - he gasped for breath. - "I can't hold it any longer".
- DONNIE!
"I always lov-"
Vox is shuttered, he's still there.
April jumped at bed, couldn't breathe. She was gasping, heart was about to tear apart one more time. This nightmare wouldn't leave her alone, and it even worse, because it's so realistic excepting one thing - he died covering her body by his own.
***
His bandana at Leo's katana, his bandana at her wrist, it's all over. His body was so damaged, only purpled mask remained. April made deep breath and fired back no matter how badly her wounds are.
Casey's their only hope.
She had to do everything to send him back, she had to protect him by all cost. Avenge everyone. Master Splinter. Raph. Draxum. Cass. Big Mama. Donnie.
Blood covered her face, April could see nothing but red. Pain is unbearable she almost spaced out a few times.
Click. Click - click. The fuse. She's out of amo.
- Fuck, - April was trying to rip the pin off the grenade with trembling fingers, but from weakness it is not possible even from fourth time. Throwing a grenade is also a test, and April can hold no longer. She couldn't do it anymore - she's getting sleepy. Terrible sleepy.
It was so cold, she could freeze to death but now she was drifting at something warm - maybe her own blood. She had to resist. She had to fight. Had to keep going. Rebellion needs her.
Warm fingers are touching her cheeks and it's hard - keep eyes open. But Don is here, smiling at her.
- You need a rest, commander O'Neil, - his grin and voice are so soft.
- Dee... - it's hard to move her lips. To breathe.
- Shhh, that's okay. It's okay. You did your best. - Something hot and sharp as razor scratches the cheeks. Eyes hurt, and Donnie here to wipe away all of her fears.
- Stay, - she begs and breathe is shaking.
- Sure, - softshell smiles back. His arms are soft and gentle. - Close your eyes, April. - Donnie holds her. She sees others. Splints. Raph.
Not Leo. Nor Mikey. Nor Casey.
It's all getting small.
"I'm sorry, guys".
Commander O'Neil couldn't make it.
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