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bietchz · 11 months

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Why don't you just kill me? - Daemon Targaryen x reader

Why don't you just kill me?

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: slight smut and allusions to it, jealousy, violence, mentions of a previous envolvement between Daemon and Rhaenyra.

Note: Ok, this is it, the first thing I write here. I'm nervous and English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes to begin with. I was challenged by a friend to write under the prompt "why don't you just kill me?" and this was the result.

Living at the Red Keep was a lot to deal with. Between enormous meals that never ended and political talks back and forward, me and my big sister, Rhaenyra, had our hands full. Especially her, though. Being the little Targaryen has always left me a bit overshadowed because Nyra would have the focus of being the Realm’s heir, leaving me to be the Realm’s Dove. People said that my silver hair and my soft features always remembered them of innocence and purity, and I absolutely hated that.

All my childhood, me and Nyra were obsessed with Uncle Daemon, he used to be a role model to us, even though everyone told us that he was rogue. And indeed, he was. Many years later, there were rumors that he defiled my sister in a brothel and that’s why she was so urgently married to Sir Laenor. He wanted her, like everyone also prefers Rhaenyra.

I only noticed his eyes on me on Laena’s funeral. After twenty years of living, finally I earned his attention. Maybe, his eyes only wondered for a bit time longer than they used to, but for me that made my day. Daemon was finally free again and his eyes were on me. What I did not notice was the hateful look I received from my sister. For the first time in my life, Rhaenyra was jealous of me, and I had no idea. After some kind words the Velaryons had to say about Laena, her body was thrown into the sea, and I watched the coffin sink. For some reason, I felt chills all over my body and then I felt his breath near my ear.

“Dear niece. You’ve grown.”

His voice was deep, and it touched my insides, leaving them on fire. I couldn’t bring myself to lift my chin, to turn around, to face him. I was afraid I was going to melt.

“Uncle. It’s been a long time. I’m a woman now.”

“Who did your father promised you to?” His voice was quick to keep the conversation going. He clearly had a motive to talk to me and I was starting to understand it.

“Jason Lannister.” I whispered, with disgust in my voice. I still didn’t believe what I was saying, but Viserys was convinced he was the best match.

“That old cunt? He could be your father. And that smug look on his face is utterly disgusting.” His tone was mocking, but did I find a hint of jealousy in it? Maybe.

“It’s the King’s perfect match. Not even my doe eyes could dissuade him. I’m doomed.” The last part was said in a murmur. I could not question the King’s decisions out loud, what would everyone think…?

A loud noise was heard, and everyone looked back. Everyone but Daemon, whose eyes remained on me. I gulped when I realized the proximity between us, but when I looked at Rhaenyra and saw that she had hurt herself with a mug, I ran to her to stop de bleeding with my bare hands. In my spare time, I usually hid in the library and red some of the maesters’ books on medicine. That made me more ready to these kinds of situations than almost everyone around me, so I was the one who helped Rhaenyra to get inside and to bandage her wound. I lost Daemon from my sight with all this chaos.

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After dinner with the Velaryons and a weirdly passive-aggressive Rhaenyra, I went to my chambers, ready for a good night of sleep so I could ride on Vermithor tomorrow without the risk of falling because of being tired. Well, I couldn’t be more wrong. Daemon was right there, siting on the armchair near the bathtub I used that morning.

“I was in doubt if I should show myself before or after you undressed, but I just couldn’t resist seeing you again.” He said as he stood up, walking in my direction. Those words caught me off guard and I could only observe as he got near, and his hand caressed my cheek. “The most beautiful woman should not end up with that fucking lion. You are a dragon, you deserve a dragon. Do you want one, sweet girl?”

“Yes.” The words could barely escape my mouth, but the answer was certain, I felt sure of that. I wanted that, I wanted him, Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince. “But I only want you.”

And that was enough to get his hands all over me. When I noticed, his hands were on my thighs and forcing me to jump to him. My dress rode up my legs with this movement and when he threw me onto my bed, I was practically exposed. I understand the Rogue part of him now: his fierceness, his bruteness, it was exhilarating, and I didn’t mind burning with his fire. We made love all night and any secrecy we might wanted to have, was thrown out of the roof the moment he delved between my legs and made me see stars with his tongue. When I woke up the morning after, I could still feel his seed that he pumped continuously into me the night before. I was utterly and completely ruined by Daemon Targaryen, and I enjoyed the feeling. I woke him up with kisses and his tight hug pulling me against him was the key to know that he had awaken.

“Good morning, sweet thing. Did you sleep well?” He asked, burying his nose on my neck, and spoiling me with little and stern kisses. “I shall speak with your father today. Our wedding will be in a fortnight if everything goes to plan.”

“In a fortnight? Were you already planning this before you even spoke with me?” I had to laugh because that was really a Daemon thing to do. He always had things his way.

“Maybe.”

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We took a long time getting up and getting ready. I needed another bath before breakfast and Daemon took the blankets in my room to burn and hide the evidence of what happened. As I was exiting the bathtub, Rhaenyra entered my chambers in a rush, slamming the door behind her and leaving us both alone.

“What do you think you’re doing, sister?” Nyra’s words were laced with venom and breathing got a little harder for me. She never talked to me like that, she didn’t even sound like my sister. “Daemon is out of reach. He is mine.”

“Rhaenyra, I-” She stopped me before I could even continue.

“No. He was my first. He saw me first. He had me first. He chose me first. Who the hell do you think you are to try and rob me of all that. You had to pick that skimpy dress, almost shoving your tits on his face so you would notice you. And for what? Did he come here, promised sweet nothings and some good fucking and then leave? Guess what? It wasn’t a first. It happened to me, too.”

“He didn’t promise. He delivered. He spent the night, and he is now speaking with dad so we can marry in a fortnight. He came here, to Driftmark, wanting me. He is over you, Rhaenyra. You should get over him.” And after those words I just said, I could see the fire burning in her eyes.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into. He won’t marry you, not on my watch. I shall repeat so it is very clear to you: he is mine and you will not be in the middle of my future with him.” She said louder, so sure of her words, that she ignited some kind of emotion on me that I can’t really describe.

“And what are you going to do, Rhaenyra? Why don’t you just kill me? Surely, that would give you the happy ending you so desire.”

“Well, maybe that’s what I’m going to do.” She said as she pulled a dagger from her tight beneath her dress and left me in shock.

#daemon x you #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon

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6emo6zombie6 · 4 months

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RDR fem!relationship/sexual headcanons pt.2

Got some shower thoughts and had to write them down, this time for Charles, Javier, and Sadie. My last headcanons were received very well so I hope this one is as good! :)

Charles:

The sweetest and most gentle boyfriend ever. He’ll smile at you and blush whenever you walk into the room.

Enjoys taking you on long, calm horse rides. Usually, you end up cuddling on some beach or somewhere in a big field.

Loves when you play with his hair or swoop it over his shoulder so you can press kisses against his neck.

Always petting your head for some reason, whether you’re sitting in between his legs by the campfire or if you’re huddled in his cot together, he always seems to be petting your head.

Hand holding!!!!! This man will always hold your hand, he enjoys it especially if your hand is smaller than his (which, let’s be honest, it probably is).

Never stops smiling after you kiss him. It doesn’t matter if it’s a soft peck on his jaw or a long, passionate kiss, he just can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

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Very slow and gentle, he doesn’t see why sex should be rushed.

He tries to hide it, but he’s actually super needy. He can’t help but get hard quickly, even if you’re just making out.

Super into sleepy sex. He loves seeing you sleepy and needy for him, completely under his mercy as he fucks you gently. He doesn’t mind in the slightest if you wake him up and ask him if he can help you out.

“You’re too horny to sleep? Aw, baby, let me take care of that for you.”

Not specifically into public stuff, but the two of you undoubtedly have fucked around in the woods a couple of times.

Always too shy to make any noise at first, but you’ll have him groaning and whining as soon as he warms up to you.

Obsessed with your thighs. He’ll fuck them or have his head between them if he can.

Ashamed to admit that he likes some light bondage every now and then.

Sadie:

It initially took her a while to warm up to you, even If she fell in love from the first time she laid eyes on you.

Always laughing at your jokes, there isn’t a second that she thinks you’re unfunny or boring.

She loves that little sparkle in your eyes when she gives you a gift, so she’ll make sure to get you a shiny new ring or necklace every so often.

Always showing you off. She’ll make a smooth comment on how amazing you look every so often, causing all of the people at camp to look at you.

Always takes you along to bars, her arm either around your shoulders or your waist to make sure you don’t get hurt.

Offended by people who assume the two of you are just friends, you’re her girlfriend and everyone needs to know.

Definitely beats people up if they try to either flirt with or annoy you.

Loves it when you get clingy, she has all the attention in the world for you.

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Not ashamed in the slightest to make out with you in public.

Hickeys and scratches are her other ways to show everyone whose girlfriend you are.

Always grabbing your boobs when nobody’s looking.

She’ll whisper dirty things into your ear while you’re doing your daily chores just to watch you get embarrassed.

Lets you ride her thigh whenever.

Does the knee thing, no doubt.

Very spontaneous when she wants sex, usually she’s pushing you into your tent with little to no words. You never have reason to complain though.

Not always rushed with sex, but she has her moments. Usually, she isn’t aware of how fast she’s going, just focused on making you cum.

Javier:

Definitely the type of guy to kiss your hands.

Loves it when you wear his clothes, he’ll somehow always find a way to offer you his jacket.

Always calls you “Mi amor,” “Mi Corazón,” “Cariño,”… Etc.

Writes songs for you on his guitar.

Helps you practice playing guitar if he’s got time.

Loves sitting in between your thighs or laying his head between them.

Weirdly likes It when you touch his arms and trace his muscles.

Likes carrying you—it doesn’t matter what reason, and he’ll just make one up if there is none. He’ll carry you to your tent when you’re drunk or when you’re tired, if not, he’ll carry you to your horse like a princess.

Always worried if you’re too cold.

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I’m telling you right now, this man for sure has an oral fixation. He’s always pushing his fingers into your mouth and making you suck them.

Blowjobs!! He’ll take them in any way, as long as his cock is in your mouth.

Enjoys pulling your hair.

Bends you over anything he can.

Absolutely goes wild when you sit on his lap and grind your hips against his bulge.

Always manhandling you while you’re making out.

Starts out slow and sensual during sex, then ends up getting rough and making you cum multiple times.

Prefers if you’re more bratty or confident during sex so he can try his best to bring you down.

Very vocal during sex, whether it is grunting and moaning or talking to you in Spanish.

#red dead redemption 2 #fluff #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption community #sadie adler #charles smith #rdr2 headcanons #javier escuella #rdr smut #rdr2 smut #red dead redemption

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cherryheartssblog · 6 months

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MISTER SCARY KILLER

Summary: Y/N is a local senior at a college in California. Halloween is around the corner and there is a killer on the loose. For Y/N though everything is going quite perfectly, especially with her hidden relationship with her old high school teacher; Negan Smith. Things take a turn when Y/N's ex shows up letting his dark secrets unfold…

Warnings: SMUT, murder, blood, gore, partying, drinking, age gap ( the reader is 22-23 years old and Negan is in his 40s), jealousy, dom! Negan, smoking, drunk sex?, angst, death, sex in costume? (I think this is a warning-ish?), daddy kink!, secret relationship, mention of murder, description of murder scenes, horror movie junkie! reader, darker themes!, mentions of scream movies, cursing, submissive reader!, college partying, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, and slight obsession.

A/N: My kinktober list will be linked soon, and each one is shorter stories, little quick one shots. This is based on a mood board I found on Tumblr. @dustbunniess There was a TikTok attached to it, this kind of intrigued me. This in no way is supposed to be offensive and to me is darker but kind of weirdly cute? (Like does not need to be real but I feel like there are people who understand). Boarder is by @saradika-graphics they are so cute go check out the page!

DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Y/N's lips curled up, her legs crossed laying on the man's covered thighs beside her. The bowl of popcorn rested between them, she held the remote scrolling through the endless amount of movies. Negan chuckled at her question, rubbing her smoother bare legs across him. Negan scratched his beard, watching the movies she scrolled past. "What are you thinkin' of, doll?" The nickname she loved, doll. He loved to call her that, 'his little doll.'

Negan and Y/N's relationship started when she ran into him after high school the following year. Y/N was ending her junior year in a couple of months we she ran into him at a coffee shop close to her campus. Negan was her PE teacher back in school, she always thought the man was very attractive. She had been keeping her relationship hidden from others until after college, and Y/N felt like it was for the best.

Y/N did explore and she met a perfect boy, Jackson. He treated her with a lot of respect in the beginning, giving her every need. Jackson had his demons he was fighting when he dropped out of college leaving her with a text he was going off with some other woman. The text was super brief and almost got Y/N's best friend, Claire hunt him down herself. Y/N was heartbroken but later on in those few months, she ran into Negan Smith to come sweep her off her feet.

"Why not Halloween?" Y/N clicked, seeing the play movie sign; turning her head for Negan's approval, "Just in a couple of days, y'know." She playfully winked at him causing a deeper chuckle from the older man. "You're too cute," He complimented her, his hands riding up her leg more, "That's fine with me, doll."

The movie started uploading with a few commercials first, letting herself finally bring herself to bring up her costume to Negan. Y/N and Clarie were matching for their Halloween party at Claire's boyfriend's frat house party. They were having to keep the party a secret due to police curfew hours for high school and college students. Since the end of summer, a couple of murders have occured around her campus area.

The murders kept Y/N more behind closed doors, rather than Negan keeping his eye on her. When she was at classes, most of the time he was at work. She stayed with him in town in his apartment close to her campus, Y/N had everything perfect.

Mostly, everything was perfect until Jackson returned to school the following year. Y/N sadly had to share a class with him, she wanted to drop the class so bad. But she had to have the class to graduate, Y/N also hated she had to hide the fact she shared a class with her ex. Negan flipped out when he heard he came back to town.

'He is going to try to get in your pants, sweetheart.'

'If he comes near you, I will kill him."

Y/N heard him say that a few times these past few months, she did not know why but it sent a chill down her spine. At first, it seemed like a joke to her, how he would laugh afterward. The smile brightens his whole face up, his wrinkles showing on his face more. The more she heard it though, the more she got to see Negan it seemed a little bit more sinister.

She thought it was all in her head, but Y/N kept it brushed to the side of everything.

Y/N cleared her throat, sitting up a bit keeping the popcorn close to her. "I wanted to tell you about my costume." Y/N laid her hand on his, which was rubbing her thighs. She could have sworn she felt Negan's grip get tighter, "It's a really cute idea, I got it from Spirit last week."

"You in there every week, sweetheart." Negan commented, rolling his eyes playfully, "You drag me in there every date day since it's opened." Y/N threw popcorn at him, and he just picked the pieces up throwing them into his mouth. The Halloween movie credits started to play with the theme song blaring through the TV. "That is not the point, babe." She chewed her piece of popcorn, "Me and Claire are going to match at the party."

"What party?" His voice was stern.

Y/N rolled her eyes, this time she was more annoyed. She had a party conversation with him since the beginning of October. Y/N even invited him remembering his comment, "I do not want to party with a bunch of college kids."

"We have had this conversation, I even invited you and you told me you did not want to go." Y/N quickly threw back, laying the bowl on the floor. She pulled her legs away bringing them closer to her, Y/N tried to turn her attention towards the movie. Negan grabbed her legs making her squeal pulling her underneath him. Her arms were pinned in an instant behind her head, Negan was above her having her pinned beneath him. Y/N felt herself melt underneath him, his eyes burning through her own eyes. "Don't start with no attitude, princess," Negan whispered, his lips getting closer to hers. His hands gripping her wrist tighter, Y/N tried to fight the grip but he was too strong. She wiggled behind him, finally giving up as his eyes just stayed on her.

"What's the costume, doll?" Negan asked her, his face was straight and seemed emotionless. Her eyes scanned his features, she could not help but feel turned on in this situation. She loved his dominant side, how jealous he could be of her. Y/N would never cheat on Negan or do anything to hurt him in any way; in fact, she was thinking she was falling in love with him. She could not help though watching him squirm if he was getting jealous about her.

"Well," Y/N gulped down, trying to make herself comfortable with him, "Claire was going to be the devil and I was going to be an angel." Negan's face stayed emotionless for a moment, growing nerves in Y/N's stomach. Finally, Negan broke the sexual silence with a burst of amusing laughter. Y/N hated that she had that scratch sneaking up her back, an itch perhaps. Something about that laughter seemed darker than most of his, she seemed to have heard this before though. Y/N barely could put words to describe it, but still felt turned on by the man in front of her.

Negan lifted her causing her to gasp, his hands on her waist; her hands out of habit wrapped around his neck. Negan laid his forehead against hers, and Y/N felt his member grow underneath, pressing against her. She bit her lip, hearing the sounds of the movie playing behind her that they had not even got to watch.

"And I bet you're going to look hot as fuck? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Negan questioned her, Y/N's mouth parted but she could not form words or a sentence to tell him what she thought. "Yeah, you'd look hot as fuck in anything, dollface." His lips brushed up her neck, causing her to moan out, "I guess you can go, only on one condition."

Negan grabbed her face, her cheeks squished up a bit. His other hands wrapped around her throat bringing her close. "What?" She croaked out, her lips teasing his own; brushing up against him. "If that Jackson shows up, you call me. If any guy messes with you, you call me." Negan was stern, he was serious. His eyes burned through her, she could have sworn she saw flames inside his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

Negan laughed as a dark, lustful chuckle came from his throat. He stalked closer to her still above her, eyeing the younger woman up and down hungrily.

“What do you want doll?” Negan asked her, his member growing more and more. "You want me to throw your legs over my neck and ruin you?" His words sent goosebumps down her spine.

“You can’t handle me, Negan. If anything, I’d ruin you." She blushed, keeping the wicked smirk on her face in front of Negan. Negan’s brows arch up in genuine surprise. Y/N was like Negan's prey and he was the predator, he wanted her desperately.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Negan says lowly. His eyes flick down to her, stopping at her lips. “Are you challenging me, darling?” Y/N was still pinned down, she felt her becoming wet in her sleep shorts. He turned her on so easily, anything this man did could get her going.

“Maybe. Are you up for it?”

“Oh, doll… you know I can fuck you any time of the day and any time of the week." Her shorts were pulled down as Y/N pulled at his loose sweatpants, getting him to remove his clothing. Negan's hands gripped her bare chest underneath her sweater. "You sure this party thing works out?" Negan wondered out loud, his fingers pressing against her bare clit. Her shorts were now on the floor, she never wore underwear at night usually just one of Negan's old shirts and shorts.

"Everything will work out." Y/N pulled the older man closer, pulling his boxers off next leaving him naked. The pulsing between her thighs grew stronger as his dark eyes stayed trained on her own.

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me already.” He smiled, rubbing her clit gently as she let out a slight moan. He pulled her close to him and ran his hands down Y/n's back, squeezing her plump ass roughly as he inhaled, she yelped as he landed a harsh slap to her bare ass.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He smirked and pulled away from her, grabbing her hair tightly again.

“Now what the fuck do I do with you?” He mused. Y/N bit her lip pushing up wanting him inside of her already. He loved how desperate she looked beneath him, how her body was practically begging for it.

“You want it fuckin bad don’t you?” He moved to her breast, biting her nipple gently. Negan's hands were firmly under her ass. Everything about him was intoxicating, his mouth, his tongue, the way his beard felt on her bare skin. “Fuck that’s a pretty fuckin pussy.” He murmured as he ran a finger through her glistening folds, “Damn, you’re so wet for me already.” Y/N moaned out, her head digging deeper into the couch, the movie she had forgotten about playing behind them. Her body jolted as she moaned, hips searching for more release. He chuckled,

“Yeah…you’re gonna be coming for me real soon.” Negan's member teased her entrance, she choked out a loud moan. “Oh my God.” It came out in a broken whine as he stretched her, impaling her with his cock. Negan groaned lowly in her ear, holding the ends of the couch. He started to thrust in and out of her slowly. “You’re fucking tight baby.” Y/N could only respond with moans as he started to fuck her even faster, hitting deep inside of her. He wrapped her legs around his waist letting himself be deeper inside of her. Y/N kept choking on her moans, her nails digging into the couch fabric.

She loved how rough he was. Y/N loved the urgency and power of his thrusts as he fucked deeper into her than she thought possible. Negan's nails kept digging into her ass. "Go faster Negan please." She begged practically screaming for the neighbors to hear.

"You're mine." He growled in her ear, his thrust causing her eyes to roll back of her head, "I would do anything for you."

“Negan.” Y/N whined as he let her back down on the couch “I’m-oh fuck.” She couldn’t even finish your sentence because Y/N was already coming.

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he pulled her back on his dick roughly, one of her legs resting on his shoulders up high. “Come on my fucking cock, just like that.”

She whimpered at him that he was satisfied with her, how much he loved to take care of her. His thrusts started to get sloppier and Y/N could tell he was chasing his orgasm. “I want your come so bad.” Y/N moaned, she begged him feeling his cock twitch inside of her. She could feel her pussy throb around him as she could feel another orgasm building up in her stomach.

Negan kept viciously thrusting as he sent her over the edge again. This time Negan came with her, moaning loudly into her neck as he came deep inside of her. Y/N's body shuddered and shook as she came from her second orgasm.

"Everything will work out." She breathed out.

Y/N adjusted her angel wings attached behind her, she had her full costume on ready to go with Claire who was taking millions of selfies in the bathroom. Negan was at a late practice for his football players so it gave the girls time to get ready at their apartment since it was closer to the party. "We are ditching if cops show!" Y/N yelled over to Claire her exiting the bathroom, she laughed rolling her eyes playfully. Claire was in a fierce matching red costume like Y/N's, instead of wings and a crown she had devil horns and a tail. "You look so hot, you're telling me Negan is not going to join ya?" She winked, he can wear a mask like I said no one would know." Y/N smirked at her comment going to answer her when her phone began to ring. The younger woman reached for it believing it was Negan seeing the caller ID, unknown.

Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a familiar pit in her stomach start to grow. Y/N denied the call, tossing the phone on her bed and turning her attention back to the mirror continuing to adjust the revealing costume. "Who was that, Y/N?" Claire's curiosity grew looking at the phone lying on the bed, she had a smirk on her face thinking it was Negan herself. "Unknown caller, probably telemarketers," Y/N pulled her gloves up her arms, "They've been more annoying these past few days." Claire pulled her phone out while Y/N glanced over seeing her pop open her camera, "No, no pictures please." Y/N begged as Claire was already taking pictures of her, Y/N fighting to cover her face as she was laughing. "Oh come on, you look cute." Claire teased her friend, pushing her hands away from her face, "We never take pictures anymore."

Y/N finally gave in putting her hands down, giving a smile at the camera, Claire and her started to make funny faces causing the girls to laugh. They had been friends ever since high school, she knew about her and Negan's relationship a few months after it started. Y/N only trusted her, she knew she would keep it a secret even her boyfriend Ted. "Come on, let's head on over." Claire squealed, putting her phone away and nudging Y/N to follow her out. "Let me text Negan we are leaving, we can just stay a couple of hours." Y/N pointed her finger sternly at her party animal-like friend.

The two friends headed out getting into Claire's car, the entire time she could have sworn she felt eyes on them. She peered over her shoulders seeing no one in the dark or even the dark corners.

The party was already pretty crowded once they arrived. The frat party was located at Ted's uncle's cabin deeper in the woods. There were a lot of people drinking and doing drugs that she did not even know the names of. She stuck away from that just to drinking, maybe a smoke of a blunt or a hit from a bong would not be bad.

Claire and Y/N had been there a couple of hours staying near each other with their drinks in hand. They danced all over each other, talking to each other's friends and classmates. Y/N was feeling pretty tipsy already with her fifth drink in hand. She drank her vodka-mixed drink grinding on her friend behind her to the music. Negan sent her a text just to behave and call him if she needed anything. He trusted her enough to take care of herself, she knew if she needed him she would call right away. "That guy across the room has not taken his eyes off you," Y/N yelled at her friend loud enough for her to over the music, dancing with her. Claire pivoted her hand towards the male staring at her and raising his drink in her direction. "Go, I will be okay, I will find Jess," Y/N reassured her, Jess was one of their older roommates from their freshman year in college.

Claire was a little hesitant, she knew the guy from a few of her classes but did not want to leave her best friend high and dry. "No, we promised each other," Claire whined a little, seeing the guy smirk at her; his eyes scanning over her. "If you do not go Claire, I will push you over there myself." Y/N gave her a slight nudge, causing Claire to giggle. "I will call you in a couple of hours, I promise." Claire quickly kissed her cheek, going over to greet the eyeing man. Y/N pushed through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for her friend Jessica around. She could feel her phone buzz, tucked away in her bra. The buzzing continued, and she realized she was getting a call. Y/N pulled the phone from her cleavage seeing an unknown caller again, they’d been calling for days. Y/N finally had enough getting upstairs to a quieter place, swiping left quickly answering the phone.

“Look I don’t know who this is but please stop calling,” Y/N had her phone lingering over the red button to end the call when she heard her name being called over the phone.

“Hello, Y/N.” The voice seemed static, but deeper male voice. Y/N's face fell, and her finger tightened around her phone. She quickly looked around her surroundings seeing a few people chatting a drinking; some making out. “Who is this?” Y/N questioned, Deep down she hoped this was all some Halloween prank.

She hated the gut feeling she had.

Just when she turned back around she bumped right into someone, and her phone fell to the ground. Y/N eyes moved up seeing the taller man in front of her, Jackson. She tended up quickly grabbing her phone from the ground seeing the caller had hung up, Jackson smirked filled with wickedness. He eyed the angel in front of him, and Y/N stepped back away from him. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” She growled, eyeing him up and down, himself in a simple cop costume, “Ted does not like you, so I know he did not invite you.” Jackson just chuckled at the younger woman walking around her, Y/N’s eyes followed his movements. His hands rested in his pockets, Y/N thought she saw something inside his pockets hiding away with his hands. Her eyes moved up to him, being closer to her now.

“If there is a party, you know I have to be a part of it.” Jackson reminded her, he was known for being parties. They were always doing something with each other going to parties and living it up to the fullest. Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms, her phone in hand, “You look good, Y/N. I want to talk to you.” Y/N tried to walk away feeling his hand pull her back, she gasped in disbelief. Luckily half the people at the party were downstairs, the people upstairs kept their attention to themselves. Y/N tried to fight his grip, feeling Jackson pull her closer. “You shouldn’t be out with a killer on the loose,” Jackson's lips curled, and the younger woman pulled her arm from his grip. “You can fuck off Jackson,” Y/N hissed, “You lost every right to control me when you fucked other women.” Y/N was loud causing a few stares to peer over at them and a few whispers lingering around them. Y/N did not even have time to hear what he had to say or even the look on his face he may have had. She quickly went to an empty bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She pulled her phone out, scrolling to Negan’s contact to call him bringing the phone to her ear and hearing two rings before he was quick to pick up. “Ready to leave already, doll?” Negan picked up the phone, feeling like nothing was wrong with his girl. He sat on the couch with his sweatpants on watching one of the newer Scream movies, one of his favorites. “No, Jackson is here,” she heard pure silence over the phone not even his breath, “He fucking grabbed me and..” Y/N was cut off by him, “I’m on my way.”

Before she could even protest, he hung up the phone as she stared at her screen in shock. Y/N debated on calling him back but she knew nothing would change his mind coming up here, he was a very stubborn man. The young woman shoved her phone back in her strapless bra underneath her costume, eyeing herself in the mirror. She fixed her crown, adjusting it as straight as it could be. She groaned out, debating on even going back to the party or just keeping herself hidden in the bathroom. The music echoed out from the bathroom, voices muffled out passing the door. Y/N just sucked it up, letting herself out of the bathroom and getting past people down the stairs, her buzz fading away from running into Jackson getting her adrenaline up and taking any fun she had away.

Y/N once again felt her chest buzz again from her phone, from an incoming call again. “Negan look, just come me and we will leave.” She answered, yelling more for the man to hear her; not even looking at the ID. “I don’t think it’s time to leave my Y/N.” A familiar voice rang in her ear, that same static voice moments ago. In the crowd, Y/N saw a scream mask. She took a look again making sure she saw correctly not seeing the banned mask anymore. Ever since the killings they banned the costume from Halloween this year since the killer was rumored to dress like the fictional character. The man she thought she saw was dressed in all black with the mask, she kept her eyes peeled for more. Y/N tried to keep telling herself this was all a Halloween prank, of course, someone would show up in a costume like him.

Y/N pushed the phone closer to her ear to hear the man behind the phone more. “I want to play a little game, doll.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, making her feel sick to her stomach. Y/N stopped in her tracks trying to go to a more secluded area, to be able to talk better. “Who the fuck are you?” Y/N was scared, with everything going on in town, someone could be after her next. “The game is not asking questions here, Y/N.” The darker voice chuckled at the end, her stomach twisted stopping in her tracks and seeing the man in the mask once again in the crowd. “What do you want?” She quickly asked, keeping her eyes on the ghost face costume disappearing right in front of her eyes again.

“I think you know exactly what I want,” He told her, the voice was not static anymore. Y/N recognized the voice instantly making her nauseous. The fear kicked in quickly and everything just rushed over her, “I’ve been wanting your attention so long, Y/N.” The young girl turned around running right into the ghost face costume she’d been seeing, her phone still pressed against her ear. Y/N took off running beside him outside to the backyard, they had a bunch of activities going outside out there. A smaller haunted house, a few drinking games, and people partying in the people with the temperature even a little lower for the fall weather. She quickly ran into the haunted house they had set up hearing a scream in the distance as she entered. Bunches of ugly Halloween decorations hung up in this side pool house they were using. Most of the people dressed up in scary costumes just jumping out in corners with a bunch of Halloween decorations in every corner; some popping out on their own. Y/N tried to get Negan to pick up his phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. Her eyes were tearing up, she realized how much of a bad idea it was just to run straight here. She was terrified to tell anyone, she did not know where any of her friends were.

An animatronic popped out at her causing her to scream, as it pulled back in away from her. Creepy music played around her, she felt tears jerking at the ends of her eyelashes. In a longer hallway, someone jumped out at her wrapping their arms around her. Y/N screams were muffled covering her mouth with his black glove she eyed. The younger woman tried to fight back seeing in the mirror above her, that the attacker was the ghost face from earlier. She pushed him off, taking off running as he grabbed her longer hair hanging down. She squealed out in pain, Y/N was pulled back and slammed to the floor knocking the crown from her head off. Y/N looked up from the ground, a knife in hand he pulled his mask off revealing his face.

Jackson breathes out, throwing the mask on the floor behind him. He wiggled the knife in front of her face as she lay on the ground still in shock even though she recognized the voice. Jackson brought a smaller device to his lips, keeping the evil smirk plastered on her face.

“Surprise, Y/N.” The static voice rang in her ears, she tried to crawl away to stand up being pulled by him. Y/N cried out but most would think it was just screams from the scary haunted house she was in. “You can not appreciate anything I do for you, huh?” He questioned her, fighting against the slaps and kicks she gave him from the ground, “I’ve done all this for you, but you decide fucking some old man is better.” Jackson swiped his knife in front of her and she jumped back, kicking him right in the stomach. Jackson’s hands shot up to his stomach, groaning out in pain. Y/N took her chance again getting up and taking off running, her heels slowing down her runs ending up tripping her in a darker bedroom area.

Y/N cried out in pain, landing on the floor and seeing a bed with a fake dead person on the bed with flashing lights around her. Y/N heard Jackson’s voice behind her, trying to lift herself but her legs were hurting pretty badly from the fall. “I loved you Y/N, I know I was not perfect but I wanted you.” He flipped her over from her belly, holding her leg where she could not go anywhere from him. Jackson’s grip was strong, leaving a bruise around her ankle from his grip, “If I can’t have you Y/N no one can.” Jackson was now on top of her having her pinned against the ground, she tried to scream out throwing punches at him. His knife was held high about to be shoved right in her chest, she did not even have time to blink when she saw a knife go through Jackson’s chest.

He let out a gasp, blood splattered on Y/N’s tear-stained cheeks. The blade went all the way through, his hands were shaky going up to the blade as he fell over. Gushing out blood, he kept coughing on the blood the knife pushing more as he was lying on the ground forcing it too. Y/N stayed in a state of shock watching her ex’s eyes go grey slowly, watching the life slowly get sucked away from his body.

Y/N eyed up at her savior seeing another ghost face costume, she slowly stood up mascara going down her cheeks. Her own hands were shaky, continuing to hear Jackson’s coughs. They stayed still in front of her, letting the younger woman’s hands reach up towards them. Y/N slid the mask off, keeping it in her hands. Letting herself see Negan’s face, Tears were still pouring down, her eyes were still full of them when she instantly pulled him in for a kiss.

Blood still stained her, wrapping her arms around the older male. She kept the mask in hand, dragging her teeth against his lips.

“Oh no, mister scary killer don’t kill me..” Y/N playfully begged, she knew she was a little crazy. Negan loved it, biting her lip and pulling it between his teeth.

“God, that was so hot,” Negan moaned, he placed his lips against her neck, Y/N kept her neck exposed letting her eyes roll to the back of her head, “He’s finally gone.” She couldn’t stop laughing, looking over now at her lifeless ex’s eyes. Negan looked down at her, holding her chin high. “Isn’t it perfect? Such a perfect cover-up killing the actual killer.” Negan wiped the blood from her cheeks, “We need to get this cleaned up, doll.” Y/N bit her lips, throwing the mask down and shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know, maybe we could slide in a quickie.” Y/N batted her eyelashes innocently, “Next time I get to wear the mask.” She slammed her lips onto his, Negan knew she was far from innocent she was mad just like him.

They were made just for each other and no one was going to get in the way of that.

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sofia wylie is an incredibly talented actress and performer that has been giving amazing monologues and acting performances like she gave in gina’s goodbye speech in 4x08 since forever and instead of appreciating her for that and also appreciating how far her singing has improved since s1 (when she’s never been a singer) half this fandom consistently tries to dim her light and overshadow her because they cannot let go of a Certain actress and a Certain real life relationship they still obsess over to this day. any time without fail she gets shine whether it be a performance of hers or a scene with ricky as character they come out of the woodworks talking about they miss olivia and it could have been her. every time she has a big scene and/or duet as gina with ricky they constantly bring up a duet or scene between rini and talk about how nothing can compare when we All know they’re talking about that certain real life relationship and not the actual characters; especially because the only scene they ever talk about is ricky’s confession and that’s because they’re obsessed with the fact it was improvised bc of that certain real life relationship.

and then they’ll pretend they like sofia and their comments aren’t in bad faith when it happens constantly in so many ways and has been since s1 (trying to convince people that joshua didn’t like her and sending her hate for liking rina being examples). they’ll get mad at you when you tell them to stop spamming every video of hers that has to do with hsmtmts that she “looks like olivia rodrigo” by saying it’s not that deep and it’s a compliment. would you want your comment section obnoxiously filled with how you look like someone else and that be the only thing they focus on? and we all know whenever they try to weirdly say it about gina they really just are trying to think of her as nini because they can’t let go of That relationship.

i love hsmtmts but one of the reasons i’m glad it’s ended is so sofia can eventually move on to a show or movie that doesn’t have a fandom (and unprofessional journalists and news outlets like entertainment weekly who literally is cutting her out of videos and the daily beast with their terrible s4 reviews) that is constantly trying to dim her light.

#it’s so disrespectful like imagine how she feels and these ppl pretend to LIKE her #sofia wylie #hsmtmts #gina porter #rina #ricky x gina

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sad-endings-suck · 29 days

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Mizu’s Period

I’m getting kind of sick of the weirdly agreed upon headcanon within the fandom that stipulates Mizu simply must not menstruate very much if at all, solely because Mizu is often injured, possesses a slender build as well as an athletic lifestyle, and in many ways is androgynous in appearance (but that last point is always unspoken ofc).

There also seems to be an odd obsession with using fanon theories that are not directly disproved nor proved in the canon, such as “Mizu never eats enough” as evidence for the Mizu’s Uterus Is Not Like Other Girls Reproductive Organs™️ headcanon, that presumes Mizu is just so special she’ll bleed from everywhere except her pussy.

Like… is it perfectly possible that Mizu does not often get her period due to her extremely active and dangerous lifestyle? Yes, of course! Does Mizu’s slender and athletic frame make this seem like more of a possibility? It could, but her physique in of itself is not “evidence” per say, especially since Mizu’s body looked exactly the same when she was living a much easier and more comfortable lifestyle on the farm with Mikio, and they clearly had plenty of food. Mizu also wasn’t training intensely if at all for the 8-12 months she was married to Mikio. Yet her build remained the same. So it’s perfectly probable that Mizu’s physique is most greatly impacted by her genetics and thus not greatly affected by physical activity.

And for everyone that’s about to shout “but women athletes that compete at the highest levels often loose their periods for a while!” yes absolutely, some of them do. They also work out for 2-6+ hours a day six to seven days a week, use treadmills, bench press, and eat ridiculously curated diets that specifically target certain macronutrients and involve carefully curated portions that must be eaten at the right times on the right days. The fuck makes you think Mizu is doing all that?? My girl inhales whatever food in put in front of her as long as she has good reason to believe it is safe (i.e not poisoned). Do you really think modern day Olympic power lifters, track and field runners, artistic gymnasts and rhythmic gymnasts are all slurping down full servings of soba or dumbplings just whenever? Fuck no. Also, the current top women athletes in the world from the aforementioned Olympic sports I just mentioned, all have vastly different body types. As well as extremely different dietary needs, training routines, workouts, and just plain genetics that would have naturally given them certain bodies regardless of sport.

as evidenced by the above photos of various female olympic athletes: power lifter (top left), track and field runner (top right), artistic gymnast (bottom left), and rhythmic gymnast (bottom right).

Mizu is not a power lifter, or a sprinter, or an archer, or anything of the sort. Mizu does not train to be incredible at one thing, nor does she base what she eats or how she trains on when she will be preforming at a specific event (such as Olympians do). She is a swordsman, a blacksmith, and an all around athletic person that needs to stay in a state of constant readiness for any physical activity. Such as climbing, swimming, horseback riding, using acrobatic techniques, performing martial arts, working on a farm, and so much more. All of which is presented in as such in canon. Not to mention Mizu lives as a lower-class individual in Japan during the 1600s. What ever gave you the idea that she was dieting and training like a modern athlete? Mizu is not a sportsman, she’s a killer.

So can we just stop, please? Plenty of people menstruate. Its perfectly normal and natural. And as someone who has been at a much lower weight at different points in my life with less than desirable health conditions (to say the least), menstruation does not magically halt just because you (stranger on the internet) thinks it “logically” should under such circumstances. That’s not how it works. Bodies are weird, and everyone’s body works a bit differently. And if Mizu actually was as sick and muscular and thin as everyone seems to have headcanoned her as, then how the fuck is she mopping everyone she fights? If Mizu is “so active and low weight that she can’t be getting her period” then how do you explain the fact that she is able to preform at peak physical level while being so active? Make it make sense.

And for the love of god, please stop acting like menstruation is “special” or “other” or “weird”. It’s not. Get educated, and get over yourself.

#some of you make the strangest jumps in logic for the iffiest reasons #blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eye samurai meta #mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #mizu bes #bes netflix #bes headcanons #blue eye samurai analysis #blue eye samurai headcanons #blue eye samurai theory #blue eye samurai fandom #female characters #afab character #writing women #media literacy #reader bias

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nori-writes · 1 year

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Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

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Hob is the loud alpha-male CEO of his company and Dream is his soft spoken executive assistant, so when hob announces that “he and Dream are having a baby” everyone assumes that Hob knocked Dream up!

The office sends around flowers and Dream accepts them with a quiet satisfaction and puts them in a vase on hob’s desk.

But weirdly hob isn’t being all that chivalrous. Even though he accompanies Dream to the doctor’s office every time, Dream’s the one opening the door for hob. And carrying his briefcase!

The office gossips are all grumbling about how hob is kind of a terrible, thoughtless baby daddy.

Until after a week away—a week Dream spent glaring at everyone who dared talk to him—hob returns to the office with swollen hoboobies and a cute little baby bump!

Turns out Dream’s the one who knocked hob up, peeling him out of his nice suits and railing him over his desk after hours. And he’s a very proud and chivalrous baby daddy.

He rubs hob’s shoulders and fucks him through the wild pregnancy hormones. And hob may be a busy ceo but if anyone dares schedule a meeting with hob after 3:30, when he should be lowering his stress level, no god will spare them Dream’s wrath.

Every time I see a mere mention of pregnant!Hob i go feral. I cannot be stopped. This scenario absolutely bounced around my brain like a pinball.

I'm just obsessed with the before/after situation in the office, from the point of view of those who work around Dream and Hob. Hob is a real man's man, always joking around, always one of the lads. He's loud and brash, and people either find him charming or irritating. He's the guy who WOULD knock up his PA and maybe be a jerk about it. It's all such a cliche it's almost boring.

And one morning there he is, buttons straining on his crisp white shirt, pressing his hands into his lower back and sighing deeply. He's wearing a bra. And he looks tired, but pretty much content. Especially when Dream comes over and offers him a sandwich and a kiss on the cheek. He also rests a proprietary hand on the baby bump. The office has gone completely silent as people stare, or text absent coworkers with the latest gossip.

The guys who used go joke around with Hob and who thought he was so "cool" don't know what to do with themselves. He's the boss, so they can't ignore him! But the dude is pregnant! What the actual fuck! The worst of it all is that Hob looks like an absolute snack as he waddles walks around the office. He's glowing, he's lush, he's fecund. He's still a badass CEO, maybe even more basass before because the hormones really get him raging sometimes. Dream is keeping strict tabs on his blood pressure.

What else is Dream doing? He's strolling around looking smug. He put that baby inside Hob, and he's never been more proud. And he's taking very very good care of both Hob and the baby. Even if that means running out of the office for weird fast food combinations when the pregnancy cravings start to hit.

Dream is also fucking Hob silly in as many places around the office as possible. They're hoping to do it in every single individual room, conference space and cubicle by the time Hob’s parental leave starts. They're almost halfway through already - no wonder Hob is pregnant. Hopefully the baby will never find out that they were conceived up against the water cooler, after office hours!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg

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animeyanderelover · 7 months

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Can I request PM! Dazai, Odasaku (separately) and ADA! Dazai introducing their s/o to (or s/o meeting) their friends (you may add the orphans for Oda if you want)? (And maybe what each of their friends think of s/o)

I think this is my first time writing for Port Mafia Dazai.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, abduction, abuse

Introductions

PM! Dazai Osamu

🤎He’s weirdly giddy when he dolls you up in cute clothes hiding your scars and injuries, about to meet up with Ango and Odasaku at their usual spot. The sweet smile he’s giving you contrasts with the way his nails dig into your hair as he tells you that he’s about to introduce you to his friends, people important to him. So behave for him. Honestly, this Dazai doesn’t hide anything really, he doesn’t tiptoe his way around things and has taken you because he desired you without any consideration for your own thoughts and feelings. Your terror is obvious to the eyes of Ango and Odasaku as you shakily introduce yourself, Dazai’s tight hold on your hip a warning. Without a doubt both feel incredibly sorry for you, Odasaku actively trying to lessen your fears and making you feel uncomfortable. He’s slightly disappointed in Dazai too for treating his lover so cruelly, he’ll definitely attempt to have a talk with the Executive later on.

🤎Chances are that he’ll flaunt you in front of Chuuya at one point too. Honestly, the orange-haired male is very aware of Dazai’s antics of throwing himself at gorgeous people and asking them to commit double suicide with him so he initially just assumes you’re yet another unfortunate victim of Dazai’s ridiculous behavior. Until the man one day actually brings you along, completely out of the blue with a lovestruck yet very sinister grin on his face. You’re more casually dressed as opposed to the time where you met Odasaku and Ango so some of the wounds Dazai inflicted on you are visible for Chuuya’s eyes. The main reason Dazai brought you is to prove his partner in the Mafia wrong but showing him that it isn’t another fluke but a serious relationship. As serious as it can be with you visibly terrified. Dazai is very touchy with you in hopes of annoying and disgusting the other man. Whilst that does happen too, Chuuya mainly realizes once again just how crazed Dazai is.

Odasaku

🖋️Odasaku can't keep the fact that he has a s/o secret for eternities, especially not since he's the closest friend of Dazai who notices subtle signs. From there on Dazai makes his own assumptions and soon starts pestering the older man about it because he'd be delighted to meet you. Ango, whilst also slightly curious how Odasaku manages to have a relationship whilst being part of the Mafia is more respectful. It isn't like Odasaku plans to keep you a secret from his friends, especially Dazai, but at the same time he also wants to keep his occupation away from your knowledge. So if he's going to introduce you to Ango and Dazai, then only after he's had some discussion with those two and has made a plan. He has to keep Dazai in check though because there is the risk that the Executive might plan on bumping into you by sheer "accident", such is his eagerness to meet you. Dazai is happy for Odasaku, he sees how much the man adores you. Ango on the other hand is slightly more conflicted as he wonders how long this happy picture may last until the truth gets revealed.

🖋️The orphaned children are close to his heart and all five of them are whining his ears full too the moment Odasaku reveals to them that he has a partner. He eventually brings you along. Not only because he wants you to have a taste of the delicious curry in the shop but also to introduce him to the owner who also takes care of the kids and the children themselves. The owner welcomes you warmly when meeting you for the first time. Odasaku is a good person in his eyes who sacrifices a lot to guarantee that the children are provided with everything they need so he deserves happiness in his eyes too. The kids on the other hand are nearly out of control when seeing you because everyone wants to talk with you and do something with you at the same time so you get pulled back and forth by them until Odasaku mildly chides them to not overwhelm you. Sakura asks you the innocent question if you two plan to marry, something that manages to make Odasaku blush. He's not opposed to the thought though.

ADA! Dazai Osamu

🤎Even now on the side of the good guys, Dazai is still pretty cautious and skittish about who he introduces his darling to. Just keeping you all for himself does sound like a dream because he could spend every day with you but he is surrounded by people who are very sharp so at one point one of the other members might talk to him about it, either because they saw him with you in public or because they've managed to see through him. Once the cat is out of the bag anyways, there is no reason to not bring you over to the Agency once, even if it's very out of the blue. All the members are just minding their daily and somewhat questionable routine until Dazai suddenly walks in, arms wrapped around the visitor he's brought with him. He dressed you up in adorable clothes although you did plan to dress up prettier anyways considering that you were about to meet all of his co-workers and his boss. That's when chaos breaks shortly out as anyone scrambles away to tidy up the place.

🤎Osamu did it with purpose, no doubt, as he grins amused upon seeing everyone shortly panicking whilst trying to appear professional and normal when greeting you. Kunikida could strangle him for that but he can't in front of you which Dazai properly abuses, especially by being very affectionate with you. Naomi and Kenji are gushing over how cute the two of you look, Kyouka stares at you curiously, Ranpo lazily introduces himself before sitting back down and watching you two, Yosano is quick to talk to you about your clothes, especially when finding out that Dazai helped choosing them, and Tanizaki and Atsushi are slightly nervous to talk to you since both respect Dazai, Atsushi in particular. Fukuzawa is making sure that no one overwhelms you for now since it's your first time meeting all of them. He'd hate to leave a first bad impression considering that the Agency tends to be very chaotic when there's no work to do since all members have their own quirks.

#yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere odasaku #yandere oda #yandere sakunosuke oda

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1111jenx · 2 years

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— a lil astro notes 4 July🌷

navi: masterlist I — masterlist II

hi guys it's jenx🤍 it's been a while since my last astro observation isn't it? i hope u guys will enjoy this small thing i put together<3 enjoy angels<3

🌷 taurus rising/ taurus in the first people need a lot of attention and validation. this is especially true if their chart has extra fixed placements. it is understandable since these people give often and it is only fair for them to expect the same energy in return. their pet peeves are ungrateful people.

🌷 Venus dominant can be classified into two categories: those who desire beauty and everything that is idealistic, and those who want sensuous pleasure. when Venus is well aspected, the native is kind, helpful, philantropic, and artistic.

🌷 mars-pluto aspects in synastry may mean the relationship may be extremely triggering to both parties. pluto is obsessive and controlling and mars is combative but argumentative. not an easy one to manage in relationships especially the square aspects.

🌷 sagittarius moon is an expansive placement. people with this placement are naturally lovable and people usually come to them for advices. however, they may keep their issues to themselves often. they're only vocal about their issues when they deem its time to. the type to be very nostalgic in private.

🌷 virgo rising individuals age like fine wine. they are THE milf placement. they have this flair of mystery and royalty to their beauty. very easy on the eyes. they're also very chatty once you get to know them, usually are very up to date on almost everything.

🌷 scorpio (pluto) in the 1st are known to be mysterious but they usually are not as private as scorpio (pluto) in the 4th or scorpio (pluto) in the 10th house. these people prioritize privacy extremely high. they would go to great distance to make sure of this.

🌷 don't try to fill ur life with people who are dominant of the element you lack. when these people leave your life you may feel extremely drained, lost and in deep denial. instead, try to balance this energy by adopting the themes of that element yourself. remember, you already have everything you seek within you.

🌷 people with moon-MC aspects have big hearts. some may dislike having to display their emotions publicly especially if they have harsh aspects as they strongly think its "unprofessional" but they deep down appreciate emotionally honest people. usually feel a burden to carry on the family legacy too.

🌷 mars-jupiter aspects in one's chart point to love for adrenaline rush. these people seek for thrills and pleasure. they can be hard workers but they know how to relax and party too! they may be into stuff like extreme sports or fast cars haha

🌷 sun square moon people can be a bit of a pessimist sometimes but they have a weirdly charming way with their sarcastic nature. very alert and aware of their public and private self, yet they dislike having to explain themselves too much.

🌷 people with the sign you have in your 8th house as their placements are the people that you might have a love hate relationship with or just naturally more intense relationship than usual. OR the sign that sits in your 8th house displays traits that can trigger you in ways you can't necessarily describe and tend to avoid admitting to.

🌷 venus trine pluto natives when younge are extremely promiscuous and can be very seductive. they enjoy intense companies and secretly love attention. but once they meet someone who is just as passionate and devoted as them deep down, they will allow themselves to finally open to falling in love.

🌷 sun conjunct venus people love having their partner's full attention. they need someone who can devote themselves to them fully and be their safe space. they also want someone who they can be proud of and have a good laugh with. they're not as nearly superficial as people paint them to be. very devoted once in love. (similar to leo venus!!)

🌷 also sun conjunct venus people will go far if they enter some sort of beauty contests (especially if they have other positive sun/venus aspects)

🌷 Saturn in the 11th house and Mars in the 11th house usually experience painful close friendships. It's almost as if their friends may hurt them even worse than their lovers at times.

🌷 pisces ascendant energy is very comforting to be around. their lives usually consist of going through a lot of hardships when young but all their prayers will be answered with time. these jupiter children have big hearts but may experience a lot of jealousy from others when young.

🌷 my kinda odd personal favourites to have in synastry are actually moon in fire houses (1st, 5th, 9th houses). this is because the house person usually believe in the planet person A LOT. and the pair gives off bestfriend for life energy because they just have this blind faith (especially 9th house) in one another's ability. arguments may often occur due to emotional misunderstanding but these people are more likely to hear each other out than most tbh. they deeply want to understand the others unconsciously.

🌷 venus in second house in synastry is just 🥹. i honestly like this placement even more than venus in 7th house synastry because 7th house can also be the house of close enemies (yup) but 2nd house is just a bundle of joy for venus to thrive in from my observation. so giving and loving vocally and they enjoy each other's comfort so much sitting in complete silence feel amazing. very lovey dovey and giving. most likely to get comfortable with one another.

🌷 cancer rising as well as leo rising people value kindness and goodness in people. they may surround themselves with different kind of people but the ones they choose to keep close are usually very good-natured, can be a little bit naive but also extremely supportive and honourable. they actually adore honest people.

🌷 virgo mars people sense of humour is elite. their laugh is so contagious and they're often the funniest when they're unapologetically being themselves. the type to be very polite and socially smart as well.

🌷 saturn in 2nd house is THE hustler placement. spend a lot of money but they'll make it back in no time;) your money is safe with them (kinda).

🌷 being loved by a libra rising is honestly once in a life time kind of experience. they are so loving and they'll always prioritize you. but be aware of their sensitivity and secret need to control. make sure you follow up on your promises or your libra rising bae will be awake at 3am thinking about that for the next 20 years. super generous with their lovers too.

love,

saint jenx🪐

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OHHH OK now im curious. bc of this ask: https://www.tumblr.com/bonefall/729548700508160000/could-be-like-my-cousin-shes-100-percent-deaf-in?source=share about dovewing being deaf. do cats in the BB AU have a signed form of clanmew? or is it basic gestures/just the written form of clanmew for deaf/HOH cats?

signed,

someone who really loves languages (hoping to god i spelled everything right/actually used the right words. ive been rewatching 3 hour psych lectures sine 6am...)

They have a rudimentary writing system! Clan glyphs be upon ye

It's not phonetic Clanmew, it's glyphs. Snowkit, before his tragic death saving Tawnykit, was actually OBSESSED with these. If he'd survived, he would have built these out into something he could use to communicate with. He was actually a really interesting kid.

But, unfortunately... that passion went with him. Whitewing is the next cat born with a hearing problem, and she's really uninterested in them. She isn't the same creative person that he was, and struggled with the fact that her family seemed to imply she had to "live the life he couldn't."

(note: in BB, dovewing is lionblaze's adopted daughter and bio-niece.)

I think there's going to be a big of a tragedy at play, here. Whitewing has figured out her own methods of communication. It's not a full language, but she's able to communicate basic intent with "rudimentary signs" she's created on her own.

She was only ONE degree of separation away from Dovewing (as Birchfall's, Dove's mentor, mate), but...everyone was forcing Dovewing into what THEY felt she needed. More hunting practice, more glyph practice, more lip-reading. Dovewing wasn't allowed to set her own pace or learn in her own way.

And her response was to bolt, taking all the possibility with her.

IT was the right choice for Dovewing, I think. She thinks that too. But, it wasn't the ONLY choice, you know? There's always things left unsaid and things you'll never be able to try when you make such a big decision. Who knows what could have been?

Maybe Dove and White would have ended up creating the start of a brand new dialect of Clanmew Sign Language, or changed the glyph system in a way that fit them better. Maybe that's not what matters; maybe they would have just been able to make each other feel less alone.

But as it is...

Every deaf, HOH, and mute cat in BB is currently disconnected from each other. They can't pool their skills except at Gatherings.

So Fallowfern, Dovewing, Whitewing, and Stoneclaw all have their own unique way of communicating.

There are tail signs which are used for battle, and glyphs which are used for writing.

Info: Those who go deaf later in life are still usually able to speak. Those who were born deaf often have a harder time. (Clarifying because this is apparently not common knowledge?)

OH! Bonus! Here's how each of those four tend to communicate!

Dovewing

She's REALLY frustrated by everyone forcing solutions on her. I think part of her actually really likes that she can say whatever and then not hear the response. It's like, "Deal with it. Show me you care with your actions if it's so important."

ZERO patience for people who just try to talk over her. She will immediately respect you if you listen to her carefully; only then will she give you the time of day to try and talk back. She kinda treats it like a privilege to talk to her, and she WILL revoke it without remorse.

People who have earned this privilege;

Heartstar. Naturally. And all of their children.

All of the Guardian cats, especially Antfur who is her best friend.

Violetshine, weirdly enough. She visits ShadowClan now and then and Dovewing is very fond of her and her wife and husband.

Strikestone and her new family

Squirrelflight

Briarlight

Alderheart and Sparkpelt

Twigbranch

Fernsong (BUT HE IS ON THIN. ICE. As Ivypool's husband.)

Her preferred method of being talked to is glyph writing. Heartstar is really creative with them, and it's super endearing. She improvises signs a lot and draws full pictures, making whole "doodle pages", even writing little "love letters" in the dirt before Dove wakes up. Literally peak romance, Dovewing loves her wife so muchhh

Whitewing

Also has low patience, but in a more "quick" way. She doesn't like people who take a lot of her time trying to phrase something simple and act awkwardly around her. Time is prey to Whitewing-- cut to the chase and communicate what you need her to do.

Interestingly, this leads to her really disliking Bramblestar as a leader. He's very inattentive to her needs when he organizes patrols on his own. She has very strong opinions and bad synergy with some of her Clanmates, and if she's forced on a patrol with them it ruins her day.

(She's really relieved when Squilf is reinstated post-BOTTE, Squilf knows about this quirk and accounts for it.)

Her love with Birchfall was actually a long time in the making. He really sees her, and something about the way they communicate just clicks. It's easy. They were friends, then partners, and then eventually mates and have been close their whole lives. Their body language just makes sense to each other.

She's been deaf her whole life and only knows a few very important words, but won't "speak" words if she doesn't have to. She does have a habit of making noises when she's happy though, beeping, meowing, and meeping when she's surprised and "not in work mode."

Whitewing is the kind of deaf cat in those videos who sees their human is home and goes "MEEEEEEEEEA." She would walk into a bathroom and wail so she could feel the vibrations on her paws. Vocalizing feels good. She is NOT a quiet person unless she's hunting.

Her preferred method of communication is mostly modified tail signs, but ThunderClan broadly uses glyphs, but she doesn't want to correct them on it. She feels bad telling them it's frustrating that they take so long to draw.

Stoneclaw

She has selective mutism. Her vigil was the night of the WindClan Massacre, and while sitting outside the camp with her temporary silence, ShadowClan attacked and killed her sister Thrushwing in front of her.

At first, WindClan thought it was nobility, that she'd "carried out her vigil to the bitter end." But it never healed. It's not a choice, it's trauma. She can speak when she's extremely relaxed but it's a really rare circumstance.

But, the legacy is to her benefit. She's the granddaughter of Tallstar (through Flylight, his adopted son), has an honorable story, and is a strong and confident warrior... in the daytime. She never hunts at night, when the sun sets, so does she.

(Clan cats are crepuscular, working in the morning and in the evening, but Stoneclaw only takes daylight shifts.)

Glyphs serve her fine, but she really dislikes using tail signs to communicate... brings up really bad memories.

She would REALLY benefit from someone making an effort to "legitimize" some sort of CSL, it would be like a support club to her. SO if it ever happened, Stoneclaw would jump at the chance to join. She's probably friends with Fallowfern though, once SkyClan arrives. Stoneclaw lives to become a very old girl.

Fallowfern

Mom of the Road Safety Man, guy who knows a million words for vehicles, Rabbitleap, and best friend and co-parent with Hawkwing, Plumwillow, Fallowfern is an old cat who ends up losing her hearing later in life like Dovewing!

I'm actually not entirely decided on her personality, but I'm feeling that she'd make a really good "glue" to hold everyone together. Like some kind of organizer-type person, someone who's very good at networking. She's really upset to be losing her hearing, it signifies a lot of really negative things to her.

She suddenly can't talk with a lot of people... even the ones who are reaching out to her are doing exactly that. Reaching out to her.

She likes being the reacher-outerer. It feels like being old and washed up.

SkyClan is a very good, connected Clan, with bonds notoriously VERY strong in comparison to the other Forest Four because of shared persecution... but

She's got this awful feeling that everyone's just coddling her, being nice to her, sending her to the elder's den like a trinket on a shelf.

"Does this mean... does this mean I'm going to lose music? Will anyone dance with me ever again? Do my babies want me to join them, or... or are they just tolerating stinky old mama <:( ?"

They're NOT, btw. Of course not. She's Fallowfern and she means a lot to them.

So I think at the VERY least, she finds a fondness for Stoneclaw at Gatherings. Elder friends, girlies who bond over making little grandma bracelets, but I'm not sure if it's HIT them yet that they can do something very cool together.

In fact it would be kind of funny if they weren't even aware of each other's disabilities at first, like they just started hanging out quietly. Fallowfern assumed that Stoneclaw just doesn't have anything to say and Stoneclaw figured Fallowfern was respecting her silence.

Like something just gravitated them to each other in the most natural, orbital way.

And then Snapstorm, Stoneclaw's wife, bumbles up like "Hey babe who's your friend :) ?" And Stoneclaw smiles, nods at Fallowfern to introduce herself, and then Fallow's like... "Oh I can't hear you, honey."

Stone: !!! (Taps self and makes a crossing motion over her throat)

Fallow: O_O "Ohhhh"

BUT, anyway,

Her preferred form of communication is unequivocally glyphs. I imagine SkyClan might have more written characters than other Clans, simply because they used them a LOT during their time apart under Spiderstar's Plan. Plus, they used to see a lot of road signs which they may have just adopted as glyphs.

Hmm... yeah, seems very cute that The Road Family's traffic theme continues, lmao

#better bones au #deafness #disability #BB!Dovewing #BB!Fallowfern #BB!Stoneclaw #BB!Whitewing #Muteness but only for Stoneclaw #Also I need to add more deaf cats to RiverClan. Going deaf and noseblind is actually REALLY common there #So it's weird that RiverClan is the only one here with none #That's what dirty riverwater does to you #Especially from Chelford that water was FILTHY #Sanctuary Lake's water is pristine. It's like that Mewtwo crater water. SpARKLIN #tw ableism

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Story-idea: Liǔ Qīnggē secretly has demonic ancestry

Liǔ Qīnggē/Shěn Qīngqiū

The Liǔ Clan has a secret that is so well kept that not even all family members know about it. In the early days of the Clan's founding, they had a staggeringly large number of people who had affairs or marriages with high ranked demons and resulting demonic offspring.

The whole family upholds a deeply ingrained creed of valiant righteousness and honor, which makes this ancestry not only baffling, but also hard to suspect for outsiders. By now, the demonic genes are so diluted that it's pretty much undetectable and of no consequence for most. However, a lot of the Liǔ Clan members develop preferences, habits and behaviors that rather closely resembles demon behavior - if one knows what to look for. Every few generations there might be offspring where this is especially distinct.

Liǔ Qīnggē is such a case.

Joining Bai Zhan was a perfect fit for his constant lust for battle and the need to roam the land to search for prey. Bai Zhan was also known for rough treatment of everyone since its founding, so beating up his disciples for training and asserting dominance is seen as perfectly fine. His arrogant, blunt brusqueness is not necessarily liked by all of his fellow peak lords, but easy enough to accept as quirk. Rising to the bait Shěn Qīngqiū threw at him every single time and obsessively seeking sparring sessions with his despised martial sibling was always very troublesome and concerning, though.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after Shěn Qīngqiū had a Qi-deviation that changed him so much that he even saved his rival's life in the Lingxi caves. Everyone with the exception of their sect leader, who always wants to think the best of Shěn Qīngqiū no matter what, is surprised by this. Liǔ Qīnggē is even grateful enough to take on the duty of helping Shěn Qīngqiū to clear his meridians regularly after he got poisoned and they spend time together without devolving into insults and fighting. Everyone thinks, now that the two buried their hatred, all would finally be peaceful.

Liǔ Qīnggē gets weirder instead.

Weird enough for his fellow peak lords to notice and worry, most of all Yuè Qīngyuán and Mu Qingfang. He's dropping monster carcasses on Shěn Qīngqiū's lawn as if he wants to drown him in them! And while the idea behind it is really nice, since these monster's parts are good for cultivation and therefore helpful in general and for the now poisoned Qing Jing peak lord in particular, the way Liu Qingge does it is pretty disturbing. Giving Shen Qingqiu the extracted parts in a qiankun bag or box would be the normal thing to do. It's entirely unhinged to plonk down a whole, gruesomely chopped up, still dripping carcass! Frankly, Mu Qingfang understands why Shěn Qīngqiū was worried whether that was a threat at first (especially with their history).

His insistence on accompanying him on missions and night hunts is noted as commendable concern at first. Sending someone along to make sure the poison isn't acting up is sensible and Yuè Qīngyuán wouldn't have it any other way. The sect leader is glad they get along so well now. But Liǔ Qīnggē gets weirdly aggressive and restless whenever someone else is picked. Until he one day right-out growls like a demonic beast and demands to be on the mission as well. It's a minor, harmless one, too! Poor Shang Qinghua, who was originally assigned, nearly faints and fears he'd be ripped to shreds unless they take him with them. He's assigned automatically after that.

Wei Qingwei checked Liu Qingge for possession and is very sure he's himself. Qi Qingqi and other peak lords checked for curses and also came up negative. It's incredibly tempting to make fun of Liǔ Qīnggē for having a crush on his former rival and resident lecherous scum. But Liǔ Qīnggē's explosive reaction to the teasing is startling and causes more effort to identify hidden curses or well-concealed possessions. Still negative. Their Bai Zhan war god might just be really crazy after all! Maybe they need to have an eye on that...

That he always finds and returns the fans Shěn Qīngqiū leaves behind in his new forgetfulness is noted and seen as rather cute. Until people realize he has memorized each fan the man owns and zeroes in on any he sees lying around like a blood hound who finds wounded prey in his territory. And that he viciously snarls at anyone else who dares to pick them up or offers to return them. It's a lot less cute then.

At that point everyone is worried about this and that he might snap and cause havoc in the brothel. Because, really, he says he's not in love with Shěn Qingqiu. But what else could this be, other than a disturbingly obsessive crush? Luckily, Shěn Qīngqiū stopped visiting the brothels after his last big Qi-deviation. Surprisingly, Liǔ Qīnggē is very adamant about having been wrong about him and these visits, because supposedly Shěn Qīngqiū was there for completely different reasons than sex. He knows better now, he questioned the prostitutes.

As weird as that statement sounds, this very much means he already went there to interrogate the poor prostitutes like a jealous lover after all! At this point, no one is sure it would've ended well if the prostitutes had told him something else.

It's high time they do something! Yuè Qīngyuán is delicately questioning Shěn Qīngqiū whether Liǔ Qīnggē acts in an uncomfortably untoward way around him. It's a huge relief that he apparently doesn't. Yuè Qīngyuán really hopes this stays that way. But it's extremely troubling how oblivious Shěn Qīngqiū is about Liǔ Qīnggē's obvious interest and resulting unhinged behavior. If they didn't know better, thanks to Hong Jing and the various other tests they made by now, one could think Liǔ Qīnggē was replaced by a demon.

After receiving a very concerned and insistent shovel talk from his sect leader, Liǔ Qīnggē vents his frustration about this unwarranted warning to his sister. Who questions him on the behavior that led to it. And promptly facepalms really hard. Then points out to her dear, beloved idiot-brother that his ancestry is making him act like a stupid demon in heat.

Oh.

Oh...

Now that he realized what's going on and how he behaved, he begrudgingly realizes that he likely was interested before too. Fighting someone until they submit is a part of demon courtship after all. To his shame and regret, he just never connected the dots before.

But now that he does, his behavior actually gets better. He stops being aggressive towards his martial siblings. Or rather, it returns to how things were before. As long as they don't poke him. And he declares his feelings to Shěn Qīngqiū and, after hearing that he doesn't believe him, gives him traditionally accepted courting gifts beside the monster carcasses. He may have inherited a lot of the odd, demonic leftover traits from his ancestors and the resulting urge to impress his love interest in certain ways, but he knows how to properly woo someone the normal human way. Time to do that as well!

It gets increasingly harder not to snarl at Shěn Qīngqiū's favorite, spoiled disciple, though. The kid is much too close and impertinent for his tastes around his beloved. He's actually despicably happy when the kid (supposedly) dies during the Immortal Alliance Conference. He luckily manages to successfully hide this, though.

He takes Shěn Qīngqiū on many hunting trips and missions to cheer him up. They get together about two years after the Alliance Conference.

In hindsight, Liǔ Qīnggē wonders whether the courtship could've maybe progressed faster had he realized earlier that Shěn Qīngqiū was 100% convinced Liǔ Qīnggē wasn't into men.

#svsss #story idea #writing prompt #shen qingqiu #liu qingge #liushen

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