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buckyalpine · 5 months

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Fluff, domestic cuteness, more fluff, I know it’s not everyone’s thing but pleaseee hear me out; just imagine beeeefy paramedic Bucky taking care of you when you’re in labor. You’re ex decided to leave halfway, realizing he wasn’t ready to be a father when you were already midway through your pregnancy, not that he was much help in the first place. You managed all on your own, ready to bring your little baby into the world all by yourself which is exactly how you ended up in this situation.

You were so close to your due date, ready to pop at any moment but your cravings for a donut didn't cease so you waddled down to the corner coffee shop in hopes of getting something with double chocolate.

Everything was fine until another customer bumped into you, sending you tumbling to the floor. A sudden sharp searin pain began to radiate through the lower half of your belly making you cry out in pain and it didn't take long for a crowd to form, the number of shouting voices and concerned faces adding to your growing anxiety. Al elderly woman held you hand while you tried to hold back tears; you couldn't get up, still laying on the floor when the faint sound of an ambulance grew louder.

A firm voice cleared the path, 2 large men walking towards you, ushering the crowd away from you first. The one with brunette hair crouches over to you, giving you a comforting smile before asking you a few quick basic questions, all while neatly looking over you for any signs of a major injury.

“Up you go, mama” he lifted you up with 0 effort, carrying you carefully in his thick arms, laying you down gently onto the stretcher. A sudden contraction rips through you causing you to panic more while your on your way to the hospital but he takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

"Hey, its okay, look at me doll, focus on me alright?" He continue to hold your hand while monitoring your heart rate and vitals, timing your contractions since they're happening closer and closer together. "I know it won't make the pain go away but how about I try and distract you, hm? My names James but you can call me Bucky" He threw you a wink while you tried your best to focus on the feel of his hand, calloused palms from lifting, yet soft and warm. You focused on his baby blue eyes and scruffy beard and sweet pink lips that curve into a half smile; no doubt he was a shy charmer.

As soon as the ambulance stops, you're whisked away to the delivery ward, poked and prodded by doctors again. None of this was part of the plan and the pain was getting worse.

"How's she doing" Bucky came by the ward on his break, curious about the sweet thing he helped earlier in the day; surely you had a partner of some sort but he couldn't help himself nonetheless. The doctor directed him to your room, his heart breaking seeing your tear streaked, terrified face.

"Everything alright, mama?" He knew you were scared, hell, he was scared himself just thinking about the situation. He rested his hand on top of yours, careful not to touch anywhere near needles. You'd been at this hospital for 2 hours already and you were still alone without another visitor in sight. "Is uh-anyone-do you want me to call anyone-

You shook your head, biting down on your lip to keep it from trembling, gripping onto him tighter. The pain was becoming unbearable, alerting the doctor and nurse to check on you again.

"She's gonna have to start pushing" You overheard the nurse as she spoke to the doctor, your heartrate racing more. Your panic stricken face wasn't missed by Bucky, still planted in his seat as if he had any business being there. He debated on if you felt comfortable with him there, ready to go or stay, whatever you needed.

"Doll, it's almost time, I can leave-

"Please-please don't go" You shakily cling onto his hand, now frozen in fear when you realize the moment is coming. The baby is almost here and you're alone. There's no one here to support you, no one here to-

"M'not going anywhere, I'm here, you're doin' great" Bucky let you squeeze his hand as tightly as you wanted, coaching you through your breathing while you were prepared to have the baby. "C'mon, push mama, you can do it, almost there"

You were in tears, sweating, crying, and Bucky couldn't help but find you beautiful. Not that he'd say that right then and there but there was something so raw and powerful in that moment, seeing you give yourself to bring in another life. He watched in awe as you fought with your body to push a human out of you.

"One more, just one more and your little one is here, you can do it doll, one last big push" He dabbed your forehead with a cool cloth, comforting you until you let out a final gasp, tiny screams filling the room. You fall back against the bed panting and he still holds your hand, gently rubbing your knuckles while giving you a proud smile.

"You did it, you did amazing mama"

After your baby boy is born, you still occasionally visit the hospital for checkups. You can't help the way your cheeks heat up every time you see Bucky, giving him a shy smile, lingering to talk to him longer than necessary every time you see him. You insisted on buying him and the rest of the paramedic crew coffee and donuts for helping you safely deliver your baby boy. Bucky blushes when you give him an extra donuts as a special thank you.

Each time he sees you, he likes you even more but he doesn't want to push his luck. Not when you're probably still trying to figure things out. Initially he's a little unsure, wanting to give you some space. He's also careful not to overstep any boundaries, making sure he's respectful.

Eventually he can't help himself.

He has to ask you out.

And he does.

3 years and a wedding later

You giggle watching your husband and son both press their heads against your swollen belly, whispering secrets to the little one growing inside as if you couldn't see them.

"Daddy, can she hear us?" Daniel asks with wide eyes, his little hands trying to feel the places where his baby sister was kicking.

"She can hear you baby, let her know you're gonna be her big brother" Bucky chuckled while Daniel continued to talk to your belly like he did every night ever since you found out you were pregnant.

"I can't wait to meet you" He hugs your tummy before crawling into Bucky's arms, ready to go to bed. Bucky takes him to his room, laying him down and tucking him in, pressing a kiss to his head before turning off the lights.

"Sleep tight little man"

"Night, daddy"

Your second pregnancy is nothing like your fist. Bucky is there by your side for every second of it. He takes time off work, cradling your belly so you don't have back pain. He reads up on books to take care of your cravings. He worships your changing body.

"Look at you, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky cooed, loving the way you filled out his Henley, your little belly stretching it while you pouted at him.

"I'm huge Bucky" you whined while he grinned, rubbing your tummy.

"S'cause you're carrying my baby, mama" He kissed your head, his large form scooping you up for some midday cuddles. He holds your close to his chest, excited over his growing family. You smile against his chest, closing your eyes while he rubs your back.

You're so happy you decided you wanted a donut.

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midwinterrmemento · 2 months

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Flower Language

➢ pairing: Leonardo x MC [Ikemen Vampire]

➢ word count: 1,413

⚠️ content warnings: None!

This is my entry for @ikemenlibrary's Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange, dedicated to @sunnyikemen! I have never written for Leo before, but I had a lot of fun with his character, and I hope that I did well enough to make for an enjoyable read at least! Happy belated Valentine's Day, Sunny, and here is some Leo fluff for you :)

Being around the most famous polymath in history, there was always a new surprise in store.

Leonardo da Vinci seemed to know everything about everything. Perhaps it was because of his endless knowledge, gathered over the course of centuries, or perhaps it was because of the air of ease that surrounded him—but it did not escape his notice how the newest resident of the manor seemed to gravitate toward him upon her unexpected arrival.

He never denied her his company. At first, because he knew she was frightened and disoriented.

For a girl who had found herself transported into another time period in the blink of an eye, there was only uncertainty around every corner. Yet Leonardo's breezy personality and apparent ability to handle anything with minimal effort brought her security, as well as distraction. He knew this, and so he made it a note to help her throughout her time in the manor, keeping her mind off her troubles.

You're restless and wish to get out of the manor, cara mia? Well, then, let's take a day outside Paris. The French countryside is an equally worthy sight for a time traveler, and it'd be a shame not to have you visit. Hm? Where to? Well, it's no fun if I tell you all the details, now, is it?

How to paint, you ask? Why, you wish to prove a point to Theo? Ha! Don't pay him too much mind, 'knabbeltje' is merely a term of endearment, I'm sure. But if you really wish to learn, then I am glad to be of service, morso mio. ...Hm, no, of course that's not the same as what Theo says. Would you accuse me of such a thing?

So, you want to hear about Florence back in those days, then. I hope this isn't because of any gossip you heard from the noble Comte. ...Alright, alright. Come, sit. I suppose I ought to make an effort to salvage my good name, at least.

Days turned into weeks of trying to make himself available to her, helping her calm down and settle into her new life at the mansion. He had sworn to himself that was all it was. But as wary as he knew to be of the passage of time, somehow he found it creeping up on him again. Even after she was already well settled, he continually found himself at her side, as if naturally drawn there.

He didn't realize until too late, one afternoon when they were sitting out in the mansion's gardens together.

A certain flower had caught her eye—a yellow daisy—and Leonardo had commented, absentmindedly, "Ah, yes. Joy and friendship."

It was an innocent remark, accompanied by a little chuckle. It made sense to him that this should be the flower that struck her. He had come to associate her with such qualities, after all, because they were what she brought to him. Every little inconsequential story he shared with her, every time he allowed her to watch him paint and work, every time he whisked her out on some spontaneous excursion, it was often met with that look of intrigue, that little excited glimmer in her eyes.

Yet he was somewhat surprised when his passive comment earned him that same look.

Humming to herself, her eyes scanned over the other flowers in the garden and came to rest on another. “And that one?” She nodded her head towards the flower in question.

“Which, the marigold?”

She glanced back at him expectantly and nodded once more, seeming quite eager to hear his explanation. Leonardo, now acutely aware that he was being tested, smiled a little.

“Marigolds represent grief. Or the passage from one life to the next.”

“Really? But they seem so much brighter, warmer…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you doubting me, cara mia?”

And for that remark, he found himself rewarded with soft laughter. Despite himself, and despite everything he had assured himself about maintaining his distance, he could not help but feel his heart squeeze. Spending an idyllic afternoon wandering around the mansion’s garden, chatting among the flowers as they bloomed with the new season, it all felt so warm.

“No, no…” She shook her head, still smiling. “It’s just unbelievable, that’s all…”

“So you are doubting me.” Leonardo tsked in faux disapproval, savoring the little back-and-forth of the moment. “Alright, now it’s a challenge, then. Ask me about another.”

Looking around again, she settled on a vibrant purple bud and pointed to it.

“Ah, crocuses stand for young love,” he answered knowingly. “There is an old Greek legend that Crocus was a mortal lover of Hermes, and the god was so devastated when he died that he had him transformed into a flower. The red on the inside, there, is supposed to represent his blood.”

She seemed quite taken by the story as he explained. Ah, he would never tire of seeing that look on her face, when she was so absorbed in what he was saying, when he knew she was hanging on every word. But arguably, it was even better to watch her fluster when he concluded his tale with a triumphant smirk.

“Alright, don’t get too arrogant, now.” She pointed to another flower. “What about that one?”

“Sweetpea, gratitude.”

“And the lily?”

“Purity.”

“And the white camellia?”

“You’re adorable.”

For a moment, silence fell between them. Even the great polymath had his limits, and he did not realize what he was saying—or how it would be construed—until he glanced at her curiously and found her staring back at him.

Oh.

“No, I mean…” He coughed. “That… is what the flower means.”

She blinked. Quickly returning to her senses, she began to shake her head, as if to simply laugh off the misunderstanding. “Yes, right.”

For as much as he was inclined to laugh along with her, however, he found himself unable to do so. Once more he felt his heart squeeze in his chest—though this time, it was a more uncomfortable feeling. Uncomfortable in a familiar, sinking way.

“Well, anyway… I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that you’ve studied flower language at some point as well. You’ve studied practically everything else,” she said, attempting to keep the mood light and teasing. “At times I wonder, is there anything you don’t know?”

Leonardo found himself staring at her a moment longer, somewhat troubled by that old feeling in his chest, and taken aback by the realization that he did, in fact, find her quite adorable. Not wanting to keep her waiting for a response, lest she start to suspect there was something on his mind, he sighed and managed a little smile.

“...Actually, cara mia… There are plenty of things I don’t know.”

With that, he reached over and carefully plucked one of the little flowers nearby. He tucked the flower behind her ear, grinning with satisfaction as he watched her demeanor brighten again.

“Hm, that’s better.”

“That was a pink camellia, right?” She gazed back at him with that curious look he loved so much to see on her.

“Maybe so.”

An ambiguous response, as if he had simply chosen the flower at random, when they both knew that wasn’t the case.

“What does that one mean, then?”

Something in Leonardo’s grin became a bit more wistful. There was another beat of silence, and then, suddenly, he reached out and lightly ruffled her hair.

“...I concede defeat,” he said, after pretending to think for a moment. “I’ve forgotten.”

Laughing at his actions as she tried to fix her hair, she seemed quite pleased by the thought of having gotten one over on him. So pleased that—much to his relief—she let it drop, and did not question him any further about the flower’s meaning.

Leonardo watched her smiling, standing in the sun with a flower in her mussed-up hair, and studied her as though she were one of the wonders of the world. There was no longer any doubt in his mind as to what exactly this feeling was, weighing so heavily upon his heart. And there was no doubt that he had chosen the right flower to express it.

Even if he could never say it to her face—his lovely Crocus, who had so miraculously appeared in his life across time and space, and who was bound to one day return to her own world beyond that door—he could not deny it.

This unspeakable feeling, represented by a pink camellia.

I long for you.

#also praying that I have the correct meanings for these flowers #I did some research but every source says something a little bit different ;-;#if there are any inaccuracies it was me and not leonardo lol #at any rate I really hope you enjoy!! it was a lot of fun to write for you!!#ikemen vampire #my ikemen valentine gift exchange #ikevamp #ikevamp leonardo

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spahhzy · 8 months

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Weiss: Jaune may I have a word with you.

Jaune stopped swinging at the punching bag as he sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow. He grabbed his bottle of water and a towel as he walked over to the heiress.

Jaune: What's up Weiss?

Weiss: I-i was just a bit worried about you. The battle with Cinder was won, but she escaped, and you seemed...

CC: Angry? Frustrated? Depressed? Why is he all that and more!

Weiss: Upset.

Jaune ignored the cat, who was busy prancing around the room.

Jaune: It's nothing Weiss. I know we'll catch her and put an end to this madness, Salem won't have any more pawns left to hide behind.

Weiss: I know Cinder is a 'touchy' subject, Jaune, but you are surrounded by friends you can talk to us.

Jaune: I had no one to talk to for twenty years. I think I'll be okay, Weiss.

Weiss flinched at that, and Jaune felt like a complete jackass. She was only trying to help.

Jaune: I'm s-sorry my mind has been stressed out, I don't mean to take it out on you.

Weiss: it's okay, though you certainly seem to take that frustration out on the Grimm, no doubt. You're a little more...uh brutal in slaying the Grimm lately.

Jaune: Really? I haven't noticed.

CC: All the sublty and nuance of a jabberwocky.

Weiss: You usually are more reserved and tactful, but lately, you've been actively hunting them down relentlessly...n-not that I was p-paying attention or anything!

CC: Oh, I knew there was another reason I didn't like her. She is acting like one of those girls in those comic books you read a tsu...tsunnnn? Ah, hold on, it's at the tip of my tongue, oh ah Tsundere! Icky. Always knew their was something else by sides her smart mouth that made me loooooaath her.

Jaune: I appreciate you checking on me, Weiss, but I'm fine just dealing with some nagging issues, that's all.

CC: How RUDE! I thought we were so much more than that, Jauney!

Weiss: Promise me you'll come talk to any of us about what's going on?

Jaune: I promise.

Weiss: Arc-promise?

Jaune: Hahaha, Yes, I promise under the name of the Arc that if I have anything on my mind I'll go see you guys.

Weiss: Good...have a good night Jaune.

Jaune: Have a good night, Weiss.

Weiss waves and leaves the room as Jaune takes another swig of his water.

CC: You'd think she'd believe you about your chronic case of curiosity~ "Don't worry, Jauney, there is no cure for me.

Jaune said nothing as he got ready to lie down but found it rather difficult to get some sleep.

CC: Aww, feeling tired, well, don't you worry, Jaune, let me whisk you away with a song~

Jaune said nothing just closing his eyes and ignoring the cat.

CC: 'Only you can make this world seem right,

Only you can make the darkness bright.

Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do

And fill my heart with love for only you~

Only you can make all this change in me

For ita true, you are my destiny.

When you hold my hand

I understand the magic that you do

Your my dream come true, my one and only you~

Only you can make this change in me

For its true, you are my destiny.

When you hold my hand

I understand the magic that you do

Your my dream come true my one and only you~'

Jaune didn't get any sleep that night.

#jaune arc #weiss schnee #curious cat

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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Oh! Well. If it's still open then I'll add more prompts for minifills. How about... Madam Jin isn't as jealous as everyone assumes she is. But she knows her husband is a devious slimeball and does her best to save the women Jin Guangshan shows interest in. Any women who are unlucky enough to gain his temporary favor all seem to meet bad ends but she's secretly whisking them away to some place safe. When Meng Yao shows up she's shocked, mostly because she didn't realize she'd missed one.

“I must have missed one,” Madame Jin said, and Jin Guangyao ducked his head to hide his scornful expression. “I cannot explain how much I regret that.”

Oh, Jin Guangyao could guess.

Who didn’t know about the so unsubtle Madame Jin, who threw temper tantrums if her husband dared go outside their marital bed (which he did, often), yet who had a reputation throughout the cultivation world for benevolence? Her lot was a hard one, everyone agreed, and yet she was so kind to those women her husband favored – prostitutes, young misses, even married women. So kind, so generous, saving them from the consequences of his attention…

In the brothel Jin Guangyao had grown up in, they usually called that ‘enabling’.

After all, if the man faced no consequences for what he did, he would keep on doing it, and it was fascinating how Madame Jin’s ‘help’ never resulted in any of those children claiming the Jin sect patrimony as their own – as Jin Guangyao had.

Oh, he had no doubt it was genuine regret on her part, and the help was equally genuine; those women got a place to live safely for the rest of their lives, never fearing starvation or illness, and the children got the guarantee of training in a trade, a livelihood, a life.

And in exchange, all they had to give up was…this.

Jinlin Tower, and Lanling Jin.

A shot at the top.

Well, Meng Shi hadn’t been satisfied with the idea of her son not being able to even try to win, and he, her son, wasn’t satisfied with it either. There was a reason he’d avoided Madame Jin’s assistants when they look for him after his father had had him thrown down the stairs – there was a reason he’d managed to avoid meeting her until now, now when he safely had the Jin name and the recognition he’d wanted, the things Madame Jin in all her kindness and beneficence had nevertheless been very careful to ensure none of the other bastard children got.

Now, when it was too late for her to stop him. “It’s all right,” Jin Guangyao murmured comfortingly to her. “I understand. You tried the best you could.”

#mdzs #jin guangyao #madame jin #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons

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amethyst-art · 1 year

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Quote book

(These will be updated as more come, & these will be out of context soooo enjoy :)"

"Humans went from worshiping the moon to walking on it"

"The 80's was full of sapphics"

"Ok Mom let's go watch traumatized children"

"The group of kids that are called...they don't have a name...& the science project"

"Because yoouu my dear bitch boy, are TRIPPING BAAAALLLLSS"

"Did you just slap me with that arm?"

"Haha, yeah, I'm not doing ok"

"If in doubt, use your mouth"

"Hands are for LOSERS, I like to use my mouth"

"Even if I slightly touch it, it'll pop up again"

"If in doubt, tits out"

"Get slurped IDIOT"

"You're the master sucker"

"Just swallow it"

"It's hard to swallow"

"6 is even longer than 10!"

"I'm a proud bottom!.... Set"

"Don't put it in your mouth!"

"It smelt good so it must taste good right?"

"I sucked all the cream out of it"

"I just shoved the whole thing in my mouth & started choking"

"If I had to choose between having sex or raping you-"

"I'M NOT DOWN BAD FOR THE ROBOT-"

"ROBOT KISSER-"

"I really wanna put it back in, but I'm afraid it won't come back out"

"Just shove your hand in there & pull out a calf/lamb"

"Fuck me with a fork & then shove it down my throat over making me do the math exam"

"You're down bad for the demogorgan, this is not ok"

"Go fuck yourself with a whisk & then choke on it"

"You! You with a finger up your arse-"

"I have balls in my mouth"

"I slurp de bawlls"

"Bigger isn't always better"

"Be careful, the big ones squirt"

"The bigger the better"

"Mine is short & fat, mine is long & thin... mine is just fat"

"Oral sex is more gay?"

"I choke... In a bad way! In a bad way"

"I wanna suck all of them"

"Why is it so small"

"Don't worry, you'll like cum when you're older"

"Eat your cum kids!"

"It's pretty small so I should be able to handle it"

"It's not that big so I should be able to get on top of it"

"There's only 2 things that are worth doing in this life... Making money & murdering ugly people~"

"I'M SO WET!!!"

"Money! Money & cum!~"

"I already gave you a squeeze!"

"You're with me babygirl~"

"I'm tonguen at the tip!"

"In, out, in, out, it's the best way to get all the tasty cream out!"

"I wanna see that long, hard length~"

"I love to suck~"

"I can't suck it well!"

"It's ok, I'm a masochist"

"I've got to stop putting the whole thing in my mouth, or I'll choke"

"A GIRL? WHAT'S A GIRL?"

"Maybe an inch is bigger than we thought?"

"I have no anger, only sadness"

"A knife you American wanker"

"Nothing is too funky"

"MY UTERUS IS COSPLAYING SANS & GIVING ME A BAD TIME"

"CRISPY, JUICY, NICE & TENDER, I JUST PUT MY NEWBORN SON INTO A BLENDER"

"OH BOY, I LOVE COCK"

"Wanna see my poo?"

"You gotta be careful with your wood"

"He did choke the chicken more than the average boy-"

"I'm like deliveroo except I'm GAY-"

"I can't- FUCK-"

"You ever just get smacked in the face by some wood & you just lose all sense of direction?"

"I need to- FUCK-"

"If you could call self-abuse absolutely smanging that thang as hard as he did, then yeah Father, I'd say he abused himself pretty frequently, in public & often-"

"Oh! yeah, he's hard-"

"I think.. I'm ready to come on the page-"

"You taught me I could be horny with my art-"

"I am selling dick pics online Miss. Baffy"

"Just pull it out"

"You know that his jaw hurt after that"

"I'm gonna fill you-"

"I'm gonna fill you with my British juices"

"This is the first time I've felt this way with a man!"

"C'MON, PUT YOUR FINGERS IN HER- I MEAN PUT YOUR FINGERS IN THEM"

"I didn't want them boiled alive, I wanted them raw!"

"Don't put it in your mouth, I've already put it in mine!"

"If I can't be a Siamang ape, then what's the point in anything?"

"I'm a feeble boy, there's only so much meat I can handle"

"Sorry about sending you the hot dragon from Shrek. Are you a communist btw?"

"I'm gonna flash you-"

"Mr.[name] didn't want it because it was too small"

"Everyone needs holes!"

"It feels like grating foot cheese-"

"I wish I could read-"

"Mmm yummy feet"

"Hi Alexander, I'm Carl-"

"CUMCUMCUM-"

"I'm a lesbian *in the tune of Jurassic Park*"

"Suck my Richard-"

"WHERE'S CUM?-"

"There's only 3 ingredients; chocolate, nuts & the virus-"

"This is my hole, this hole is mine, this hole was made for me-"

"I'm bricked up motherfucker-"

"*Holding a concrete block* this'll be a tool for later-"

"I'm crafting your cock-"

"That's right [name] I turned your dick into gun-"

I'm going to go masturbate-"

"UH, UH, CUMZINGA?"

"Tell me Gerald, do you prefer the four iron, or the foreskin?"

"We need to feed this meaty boy to the gooby gooby goobers"

"They call me the brick because I'm so hard"

"What are you doing stepbro?~"

"Yeah, just stick something in there."

"Sorry mate, I kidnapped her."

"I DONT HATE GAYS YOU BULGARIAN ASS WIPE, I DO IN FACT LOVE AND ACCEPT MEMBERS OF THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY, YOU COCKSUCKING DICKWAD!!!!!!"

"You just put your fingers in it."

"I'm a lamp post :D."

"I'll meet your mother later!"

"Bye, I'm kidnapping her-"

"*While wagging ☝* don't hump little girls!"

"Have you sex?"

"No I have not sex, that's a little bit illegal :D"

"You have lost you penis"

"Don't fuck moms at school!"

"This server was made for me- *dies immediately*"

"Be gay, do drugs, hail Satan"

"Hail gay, be drugs, do Satan-"

"P1: It's so long, P2: that's what she said-"

"P1: What's something you have that I want?, P2: divorced parents-"

"I'm in a cat"

"Oh by the way, do you want lead poisoning?-"

"I could drink your mom"

"I'm thirsty for your mom"

"I could drink 80% of your mom"

"I'm going to CHOKE you in a way you WON'T like"

"Oh I'm just milking you-"

"I'm throwing balls"

"Milk them tiddies~"

"I don't look at a 10 year old boy & go "heyyyy baby boyyyyy~" *while lip-biting*"

"You really showed me every inch, didn't you?"

"Last week you beat my meat, this week we're putting these nuts in your mouth."

"Go on my tongue, goddamit!"

"I woke up to banging"

"I woke up to my step-dad banging"

"I would never come"

"P1: WELL, I CAN EAT YOUR BALLS, P2: She doesn't have any, P1: THAT'S BECAUSE I ATE THEM, P3: give them back :("

"Last week I forced you to eat my balls, this week we're beating the meat."

"Don't talk, just suck"

"Get me some tissues, some paper towels & some lube-"

"I was pretty good I got a lot of head....... Shots."

"God, I'm gay for a femboy."

"You get a video of someone being inside you like you've never had before"

"I've lost the moon."

"I've got 3 fists & 3 feet."

"I've eaten all the silicone."

"[NAME] STOP EATING SILICONE!"

"That's another place where I lost my virtual virginity."

"I'm scissoring you."

"You guys are going to moan like crazy."

"Hide your balls."

"Damn fluttershy, looking THICK, smash"

"Ok guys, let’s take off our clothes so we’re ready for the next round."

#amethysttalks #quote book

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citrusreadstoa · 1 year

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Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 27 (SPOILERS)

Alrighty, I'm back from the holiday season! It went fantabulously, thank you so much for asking.

"when a bronze dragon smashes into them." *chanting* FESTUS! FESTUS! FESTUS!

"If you ask me, she's just jealous of their beautiful faces. BOOM!" Another good insult lost to the BOOM... Do you think Apollo would get smote if he insulted the gods? Do you think he's more or less likely to be smote than the average demigod (I say average because we know no one can top Percy's eagerness to piss off the Olympians)?

"Hello, we are your friends. You're going to die. Come with us." Oh, no. Twenty bucks the Hunters will at some point try to recruit Meg. She's exactly the right age and has exactly the right amount of murderous zeal. She probably wouldn't join, but the thought of Apollo having to work for one of his sister's immortal Moon cultists is funny.

"with choppy black hair" THA-LI-A!

"Lityerses, get out there!" "Sire... you were about to relieve me of duty. By killing me?" LMAO the ultimate entitlement.

"Something inside me, no doubt a character flaw, made me feel pity for the wounded Cornhusker." Something doesn't align with your traditional godly morals? Gotta be a character flaw. Honestly, I'm surprised he admitted he had a flaw at all instead of just blaming it on the mortal body.

"What's up, Lesteropoulos?" Apollo had a choice between telling Leo his mortal name and keeping it to himself, letting them continue to refer to him as Apollo. Clearly, he made the wrong decision.

"Can't I just let Festus stomp him?" Valid point, but have you considered: I am a sucker for a redemption arc. "Commodus betraying this swordsman made me almost as angry as . . . Zeus abandoning me in the mortal world for the third time." On that level? That's quite a leap.

"Thalia Grace climbed up behind me on the elephant--which fulfilled a daydream" Very specific daydream. Also, didn't Thalia renounce her last name? Thus, she wouldn't be Thalia Grace anymore, just Thalia. It was mentioned at the start of The Titan's Curse, I think, and definitely reiterated at the start of The Lost Hero when Jason asks what Thalia's last name is and Annabeth says she doesn't use it anymore but says that it used to be Grace, and that's what jogs his memory to recall his own last name. In short, everyone calling her Thalia Grace has been stomping all over her wishes. Thalia is not Thalia Grace -- she's just Thalia.

"Iphigenia, get the rest of the Hunters out of here." IPHIGENIA! I know I'm talking too much through this, but Iphigenia was the daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra and when the Greek armies going to Troy could not proceed because Agamemnon had killed one of Artemis's sacred stags (like the dickhead he is), Artemis demanded her as a sacrifice. Agamemnon agreed to kill his own daughter so the armies could proceed to Troy and sacrificed her. In some versions, she just dies. In other versions, they all think she died but she was whisked away by Artemis to who-knows-where. I guess PJO Iphigenia was taken to join the Hunters! This little nod brings me so much joy.

"I'd forgotten how wonderful sunlight felt!" You... really? Ha... really?

"I drank, and my vision cleared immediately." I was going to say, I guess we have our answer to whether Apollo can still have nectar and ambrosia, but the elephant also drank it. "It's moonwater." Ah? So Apollo doesn't know about it. Is it supposed to be a secret and they've just had a serious info leak by Thalia telling it to Apollo? Or is this fine?

"Zeus has forbidden her from seeing you." Bitch (Zeus). "She's not even supposed to give us orders to help you." This was expected, actually. Of course he would forbid Artemis from helping her brother and from directing her cultists to do the same. Still, gods get around rules like this all the time. She must show up at some point. Then again, I just looked up her character art and SHE HAS NONE. So...

"We've been searching for a particular monster for months now" And every time they say that, the monster in question shows up within the book. Tell me it's not Sssssarah.

"Britomartis . . . urging them to come here . . . let's-pretend-that-never-happened." Oh, so Britomartis is good for something other than trapping sofa cushions and looking pretty.

"I was younger then" You have been frozen in time since then, but it's true mentally you've still matured. "I'd just spent several years as a pine tree." You specifically said you hardly felt those years go by. "My vision and reasoning were impaired from sap damage." That is hands-down the stupidest excuse I've heard come out of her mouth.

"he launches a reprisal." REPRISAL (n.): an act of retaliation

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Chapter Five

Aglais Io Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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TW: RAPE

KUROO'S P.O.V.

"Rum and coke. Make it a double and hurry up would ya?"

I nod at the customer and I reach underneath the bar for a bottle of rum. I work at a strip club and have for most of my life. I've seen a lot of shit happen here but some things are more entertaining to watch than others... besides the girls, of course.

The impatient blonde before me right now comes in here sometimes. He's some kind of shitty stockbroker. I've gotten to know his little routine by now. He meets with his clients here and ends up making shady ass deals that end up draining them out of their cash. A guy like that doesn't give a shit about other people. I doubt he even recognizes me after all this time.

I had the man his drink. "There ya go. Have a good night sir," I say with a smile on my face. However, he takes the drinks from me without so much as a smile or a look in my direction. I sigh but continue my night nonetheless.

Not too long later I see the blonde man shake his client's hand and stand up as he fixes his glasses. His client, a middle-aged man, looks so sweaty and desperate you'd think he just signed away his own soul. But before I can listen to their conversation, my boss steps in front of the bar. A round, balding man with bushy eyebrows calls my name.

"Gimme a drink, Kuroo," he orders. "Lord knows I need one."

"Uh oh, what happened boss?" I ask as I reach for his favorite, a bottle of whiskey. He takes it right out of my hand and swallows down a long swig straight from the bottle's lips- probably the only he ever gets.

"What do ya think 'bout Emi?" he asks.

"I don't really get much time to ogle the strippers, sir," I reply with a slight smile.

"Well then take a goddamn look," he says as he moves out of the way so I can finally see past him. On all fours at the edge of the stage with money stuffed between her large breasts is Emi.

Emi has such long, black hair. I didn't even know it was humanly possible to have that much hair on your head without it weighing you down. After work, I often see her with bubble gum in her mouth, too. I won't admit it to my boss but I have gotten to know Emi quite a bit. She seems like a really nice girl. She's in college and dreams to become a veterinarian one day.

"She is pretty," I remark after a moment.

My boss laughs like he's some kind of devil. "She's the sexiest one in here and you know it! Brings in the most cash, too! I'll be making sure to keep her around for as long as I can, you can bet on that, Kuroo."

I smile as I try to lighten the conversation. "Brings in the most cash besides me, you mean."

He takes another long swig before spitting in my direction. "Bah! Kuroo, you have no idea, my boy! If you got the chance, do you think you would go for her?"

"Emi? I don't think she's looking for a-"

The boss slams down his liquor and walks off before I can finish my sentence. Whatever, I think to myself with a sigh and a shake of my head.

After my shift is over I walk into the back to clock out. I wave goodbye to a few of the girls I know until one of them runs up to me practically out of breath. "Tetsuro, quick! It's an emergency!" she huffs as she grabs me by my hand and starts rushing me down the hall.

"What's going on?!" I ask as I'm whisked away.

"It's Emi! I heard something fall and a scream from her room!"

I brush past the girl and run to Emi's room. Without so much as a second of hesitation, I bust open her door. There, I find her completely nude, pushed up against her dressed with her front side squished up against my boss. I shout at him as I grab him by the shoulder and shove him away from her. Without thinking, I then punch him square in the face, yelling, "Get a goddamn grip! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

When my boss regains his balance he stands up right before me with hardly any room for personal space. "You've got a lotta nerve, boy. I was gonna let you in on his but you had to be a pathetic piece of shit, didn't you?!"

"I'm not gonna just stand her and watch as you force yourself onto an innocent girl!" I continue to yell. Looking back at it, I probably should have lowered my voice to prevent Emi from beginning to hyperventilate. But once I notice that she is and tears are flooding down her face, I grab her and shove her out of the room into the hallway filled with the other girls now forming a crowd. They quickly cover her with clothes and shuffle her away.

My boss puts his large, sweaty hand on my shoulder and steals my move. He punches me right in the face and I stumble against the wall.

"Follow me," he then says as he grabs my wrist. I don't have much choice but to follow him towards the front of the club where the usual security guard is standing.

"I just caught this piece of shit trying to rape one of the girls! Get him the hell outta here!" he says as he shoves me towards the guard.

After that, I went to jail for several months until the outage occurred and I was finally freed. My boss never went to jail, not for rape, not for any of the other handful of crimes he committed behind closed doors either. I'm sure he's left Japan by now, too.

As for Emi and the other girls, I have no idea what happened to them. There was a time I got a letter from Emi saying she quit and picked up a different job somewhere else, but besides that, I have no idea where she is. But what I do know is that I'm not gonna let something like that happen to me or anyone else again.

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Stepping towards her older sister the younger of the Niijima's cleared her throat softly holding a small box out for Sae. "Merry Christmas, Sis." She'd seen how her older sister had kept stopping and glancing at these heels whenever they were out and was glad they were still in stock when she went and done her shopping.

They were just the right balance between looking fashionable and professional and could see why her older sister would want them.

Christmas meant many things to people. A time for relaxation away from life's stresses, coming together with close and distant family to celebrate their joys, or even enjoying the festivities by themselves. Some never saw the holiday in a good light. For others, it only brought painful memories or preexisting trauma. Some experienced a deep loneliness during these times, simply watching everyone around them experience the so-called 'magic of Christmas' while they remained in the dark.

Christmas was supposed to bring its own sense of warmth upon everyone, a comforting and reassuring embrace that whisked them away from their troubles. Just for a day. Yet, that magic didn't work all too often. Not in recent years...

Sae never believed in that nonsense. Not now, not growing up, not even when their father was still alive. He tried so hard to keep up the whole 'Santa is real' act, especially for Makoto's sake, but Sae saw through his façade. It was all fake. At least he always brought a gift for them both. The one saving grace. Once he left, most holidays meant nothing but time off either away from school or away from the office. No celebrations, no gift exchanges, nothing but sharing dinner together.

As years pass, situations change. Some worse, some better. Remarkably, the former prosecutor managed to take time off over the week instead of having the single holiday out of the office. So much spare time proved to be rather overwhelming for someone whom always kept moving. It was a first of many for Sae, one being proper time spent at home. She took this chance to stock up on their groceries, letting Makoto know to come home once school ended.

This time, dinner was on her.

"Welcome home, Makoto." Sae greeted her younger sister as she arrived, taking note of the rectangular box in her hands. A present, no doubt. She kept silent while removing the colored wrapping, setting it on the coffee table out of their way. A shoe box, holding a pair of black designer heels. The name brand and company label were recognizable, but how did Makoto afford them? Their price tag wasn't a pretty sight, despite the slicks and simple appearance of the product. Questioning Makoto's reasons and resources, though, would not be appropriate for this particular occasion.

They've only began mending their relationship. The kind gesture was a step forward in those regards. Which meant, Sae allowed this pass. But only once.

"I'm surprised you went back there to buy them. I thought they would have been sold out at this time, all things considered." Makoto got lucky. Not many had the chance of obtaining these valuables so close to Christmas. "Thank you. In return, I...decided I would make dinner tonight. You can join me once you put your stuff away."

She could do more. She could do better than this.

"...and...perhaps...we can talk about...going out tomorrow. You and me." Just as sisters.

#ic #Sae #nijimx #A Change in Procedures - Post P5R Verse #long post #((this was longer than I thought but I always love me some sister bonding #AND THEY NEED IT BADLY!!))

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Hey, so I have a suggestion for you: not sure if you will like but at least it is an interesting idea.

Comic "Bride of Obisidian" basically is a mix of poor girl who suffers with those reality shows of "I want to find romance"

So the mc is in a bad marriage and the dude is clearly in to abuse her...and she has no friends or family to help bc of course not. She (TW: suicide) contemplates suicide but ...a mysterious card asks if she wants to be whisk away to a fairyland where everyone can find love.

Turns out it was an annoucement of the show all royals and even peasants watch "the jewerly"(sorry forget the name but the people in there show are called jewerly) and...

Plot twist: the original candidate, pink diamond (not that one) is missing. Oh she was mega popular and even married a king (had affairs and seems people were ok with that) she divorced and was supposed to appear in this new season of the show...but is gone.

A deal is make...if mc menages to convince people she is pink diamond...she will get what her heart's desire. Also, the mc and the candidates are put on a spell so...they can see their real forms "all smokes and mirrors"

The concept is cool...I admit, even more as they do have to look friendly to gain points with the audience. Its a reality show in an isekai.

I've read up to chapter 13. A dating show that can control your communication and traps you on an island until you've fallen in love with a participant sounds like a perfect setting for a psychological horror. I had hopes that the manhwa leaned more into that trope. It's a refreshing concept. Lying is permitted even encouraged, people can create fake personas in order to appeal to the audience and the heroine is forced to impersonate a missing person who is petending to be someone else. How is anyone able to find their true love under these circumstances?

I'm curious about what happened to the person our protagonist is supposed to impersonate. Pink Diamond/Marianne interests me more than any love interest does. She was the most popular woman in the show and should have gotten her happily ever after, but then her husband died? Did she kill him and then run away? Was she perhaps killed? She was said to have had engaged in a promiscuous lifestyle even while married. Doesn't sound like the love lasted long with the man she chose. And now she's missing but the show is desperate to conceal it. Does her family know? If the heroine succeeds in tricking everyone else is she supposed to continue the charade even into her married life with her new husband who will think he married Pink Diamond? What if Marianne does reappear? Will they try to get rid of the fake? I'm expecting some great secret that the show is hiding. Maybe Marianne discovered it and she was silenced. She could be participating as another contestant. Would be fun if she went as one of the men and our heroine chose her. I just hope she doesn't become a villainess because her characteristics are the ones typical of a villainess (doesn't like boring men, is spoiled, hates working) but the spoiled princess character could just be another persona she had assumed in order to become the most desired woman. I'm half expecting that she was nothing like the show painted her to be and she was just a girl who was desperate to be loved.

I find MC's relationship to her current husband poorly despicted. You say he's abusive, but to me he just seems like an asshole. He doesn't hit her or psychologically tortures her. We don't know if he forced himself on her during their wedding night. The sheets look normal and the protagonist doesn't seem like she was in pain. I kinda doubt they did the deed tbh. The taxidermy stored in the library...yeah weird hobby but is that a reason to commit suicide? Unless he also stored his dead wife there it looks like an overreaction of mc to me. The author didn't bring the desperation across in a convinceable way. Don't misunderstand he's awful and I think she was in the right to run away from him but it doesn't look like the peak of an abusive relationship. It looked more like the beginning of it. The never talked until their wedding night when he complained that she tried to postpone the sex and insulted her. That she gave up so early and tried to kill herself after one day into the marriage was strange to me. She seemed to be used to bad treatment for example her sister pushing her into a lake almost drowning her. In comparision to that her current life wasn't half as bad. The artist could have tried a little harder.

If the manhwa wento into a detective/"prison" break direction that'd be great. Right now I'm rooting for none of the love interests. I just don't want it to be the owl guy. Plus point that there are female characters and they treat MC nicely but don't worship her. The show could have benefitted from a bigger cast in my opinion. All the men (3) fighting over the heroine while the others would be only second choice feels unfair towards the other women.

#notanon #answered asks

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march-of-the-marred-gods · 11 months

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Nandys sits in an office across from his (and by association, Apollo's) therapist, Dr. Silas. However, Nandys will not acknowledge Silas as such, for he claims that no insect, especially a Witch, could ever hope to understand him. He was dragged here by Apollo, who suspects Nandys has unresolved feelings-- Not only for their mutual love, Henrieta, but from something else in Nandys' past.

Silas smiles. "It's not every day I get a Dragon for a patient."

Nandys grimaces. "That is because we don't need your fucking help."

Silas looks down at his lap where his pad and pen are, which are laid comfortably on the surface of his smooth, long, black skirt. He is doing his best to choose his next words carefully. He looks back up at Nandys.

"I get that you don't think much of me. I can't really blame you. But I do think highly of you. That's why I want to help you, Nandys. In fact, there are a lot of us out there that see you as worthy of dignity and respect, as a figure who inspired our way of life. We wanted to protect your legacy, and now that you've returned I want you to believe in us, just as we've believed in you."

Nandys continues to glare at the tiny young man. Silas starts to get nervous, but does his best to keep making his case.

"I can tell you don't believe me. Truth is, I know more about you than you think I do. But I don't want to tell you what I know. I want to hear things from your perspective first, so I can maybe understand better. Is that okay with you?"

Nandys raises his left eyebrow for a moment, and then his expression turns into a scowl. "No. If you know so much about me, I want to know what you happened to learn first-- not that you humans know how to keep accurate records of anything due to your pitifully short lives and penchant for pettiness and bias. I doubt that even half your 'information' is correct."

Silas nods slowly, pressing and rubbing his glossed lips together as he gives Nandys' words some consideration. "Is that so... Well, I didn't want to bring this up until we made some headway, but you aren't leaving me much choice. Nandys, I know about the love you shared with a Witch named Artem. I've been working on recovering and preserving her work. From what I've found, you meant a lot to her. Am I wrong so far?"

Nandys begins to bare his teeth, letting out a low growl. "What could you possibly know about her-- about us?"

Silas gets out of his chair without a word, going into the study connected to his office. After a few moments, he comes out with a document safe. He gently places it on the table between his and Nandys' seats and enters the code to open it. He files through, pulling out a few tough plastic slips from the safe. The papers inside the slips were brown, and the edges were eaten away. It looked like a letter or series of letters, though the contents were difficult to ascertain from a distance. Silas hands the slips to Nandys.

"What is this?"

"I think you know exactly whose handwriting is on those papers."

Nandys squints at the decrepit pieces of paper. After a few seconds of silence his eyes return to Silas, who has sat back down in his chair with his hands clasped together and in his lap.

"Why don't you read the whole thing?"

"I don't see how this will help me. It's only going to be excuses for treachery."

"I know for a fact Artem would have wanted you to read this. Take your time."

"Fine." Nandys begins to read the contents of the letter quietly.

"To whom this may concern,

I am writing this farewell letter to tell the truth of what came to pass and my feelings. I will not stand to have lies spread about me in death.

By the time you read this I will have been whisked away to see my beloved Nandys. I drank the same toxin I helped administer to him, as it seemed only fair to die the same exact way he had.

Do you know what it is like being called a hero for killing your only true companion? I was utterly alone. I felt no that living creature could understand what it was like to be me. Not even my sister Mara, even though we grew up as the first humans in the village to ever wield true magic as we know it.

Mara became a pillar for our people while I was shunned for being 'too concerned with unnecessary research'. I have many regrets, but my life's work is not among them. It will not only benefit me, but our children and our children's children.

Of course, the only one who thought anything of my work was a Dragon named Nandys, whom I thought would normally kill us! Not that his approval or anyone else's was necessary for me, but it was nice to have anyone take such an interest. Even if he was considered an evil Wyrm by most.

He was very inquisitive, noting that he had never seen any one human work so hard to better their own and others' lives. I told him that there were plenty of us around, and that he just needed to look harder. To which he replied "I see. Then perhaps I will."

He returned to me some years later, confirming what I said. He seemed to have a change of heart about us humans being weak and needing excessive protection. He confessed that he has tried to make up for his sins against our high ancestors, and wished to live with us. However, he was only ever met with scorn. I told him I would help him start building a bridge with my people.

We ended up being chased out. Mara later admonished me for bringing him to our home. Then she goes to attempt to fornicate with him!

I am not brainless, Mara. I know how you affected him. You took advantage of his newfound trust in others. He flinched from my touch for years afterwards because of you.

It would not be long until my people branded me a traitor. I could not blame them. What was unforgivable however, was when Mara decided that if she could not 'have' Nandys, then no one would. She riled the people up in such a way that they harassed me every day to do something about him 'encroaching on their liberty and lands'. So I fled.

I would have run as long as I needed. Nandys was with me through all of it, so I cared not where I laid my head down. Of course, if I had been left a fugitive, I would not be writing this. I was taken in the night and beaten. I was held prisoner and kept under watch as I was forced to create the very poison I have imbibed. I did my best to make it smell like his favorite flower, the lily.

I watched as Mara sprinkled it on one of our recently deceased. This was the village's 'peace offering' to Nandys. I was forced to lie to my beloved, telling him I came home by my own will. I watched him devour the corpse, seeming content afterwards and ready to nap. I slipped away from my captors as soon as I could, and found Nandys writhing in agony. I witnessed his final moments there. I apologized and begged for forgiveness as he cursed us humans.

It has been a year since that horrific day. I cannot live with myself. I could not go back to being alone. I am a hero, and yet I am even more alone than when I was shunned. To Hell with heroism.

Nandys, my dear. I am so sorry. Every part of my body hurts, but it will cease and I will be with you anon, where Mara will not reach us. I love you."

-Artem

Nandys looked up at Silas once more, this time teary-eyed. His lip and voice tremble as he attempts to speak. He hands the papers back to Silas, and is given a handkerchief in return.

Silas starts to put the letter back into the document safe. "What surprised you the most about her letter?"

"S-she... she... loved me...to the end. To her end. For so long I thought she hated me and lied to me just to kill me. That's why..."

Nandys trails off, staring at the wall behind Silas. Then he erupts.

"I didn't believe her final words to me! Artem... Artem..!"

He collapsed into himself, his sobbing turning into unintelligible screaming. Neither Silas nor Apollo dared to interrupt him. Nandys screamed and cried for two hours straight, when he finally lost the ability to speak. When he fell asleep in his chair, Silas leaves to fetch him a blanket.

#oc #excerpt #nandys the evil #dr silas #artem (oc)#this is probably going to be a hot mess like my last post which i had to edit like 5 times #warning for suggested sa

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briarlovesginny · 3 years

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i’m so glad ranboo can finally trust us enough to admit he’s a phannie <3 giving him my support /j (he is a phannie tho)

#someone asked him a while ago but he said u decide #and he didn't know the name of a whisk so i had some doubts!#but i'm glad he can trust us now #ranboo #ranboo live #phannie #ranboo phannie #hey buddy you in london

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+warnings. none

+word count. 6.3k

+categories. f/m

+relationships. hashira x reader, kagaya ubuyashiki x reader

+characters. hashira, kagaya ubuyashiki guest appearance(s): sumi, naho, kiyo, goto, aoi

+author’s note. okay okay OKAY I AM SORRY FOR NOT INCLUDING DEMON APPEARANCE YET OKAY ITLL HAPPEN SOONER THAN YOU THINK I JUST NEED A BETTER BUILD UP ALRIGHT BUT ENJOY THIS UPDATE AND THE ILLUSTRATIONS DONE BY ME IN HERE {and as always if u wanna b included in the taglist just let me know!!}

+summary. reader is in a slum because she is having trouble embracing her new abilities and well, because she feels like a certain someone will not be making the festivities that were happening at sundown. mitsuri and shinobu help drag her out of her misery.

+chapter(s). one(unedited) two three five

「chapter four: spring equinox」 [part one]

It had been two days since the incident at the Divine Springs happened and you were already feeling back to being a hundred percent yourself. In fact, it felt more like a hundred and ten percent. If Amaterasu had given you powers than maybe it had to do with the fact that you felt like your vitality was through the roof. Especially during the day when the sun was at the highest point in the sky. Your markings would glow and glisten in the sun rays and you would take in as you laid in the plush grass. Who needed a 9-5 job when you were blessed by a Sun goddess. Edward Cullen had nothing on you.

"Enjoying your time?"

You opened your eyes to see Gyomei towering over you with a small smile.

"I'm enjoying it a lot more now." You replied with a playful grin.

His eyes softened at your words as you turned over to your stomach and pushed yourself up into a sitting position and patted the spot next to you. He accepted your gesture and sat beside you. It was quiet for a moment as the breeze flitted past your forms and the sakura blossoms whisked around in the air. You laughed as they made their way around the both of you and you reached your hand out involuntarily leaned forward into him. Your excitement raising as you became entranced by the pink petals swirling around and you didn't notice how close you had gotten to him. He could only continue smiling at you as he watched your ever-changing energy vibrate and sparkle in harmony and vim.

"It's so pretty." You murmured.

"Nothing in comparison to what's in front of me right now."

You felt your eyes widened at his words and the apples of your cheeks squeezed tightly against your visage. Slowly the blossoms that once danced around you fluttered to the lush grass beneath you and you were sitting there a hair breadth's apart.

"[name]-kun!"

Your eyes suddenly fluttered open and you were in your new room again. The stale sweet clung to your baby hairs as you raked your fingers through your hair. The summer heatwave was blazing today hence why you woke up drenched in your own sweat.

"What a dream..." You murmured as you stared at the ceiling wiping away the wetness that saturated your forehead.

It felt so real. You wondered if your body would take well to the sun today. For some reason you felt a little apprehensive and you hadn't stepped into the sunlight since seeing how it reacted the other day. Countless hashira, demon slayers and staff had tried to get you out of your room, but to no avail. Especially since Gyomei was not there. He had gone off on a mission and he was expected to be back before noon.

While you didn't doubt that he would return then, you still felt this sadness that clung to your spirit. When he was there, you didn't feel like doing as much then when he was and that was a problem.

You couldn't even remember the last time you had been this lovestruck by someone. It was actually pretty embarrassing.

"[name]-kun!" The shoji slid wide open and there Mitsuri and Shinobu stood as their heads looked down at your depressed and sweaty form.

"Oh my Heavens," Shinobu and Mitsuri quickly covered their noses. "It smells like something died in here."

You quickly turned away and buried your head under the covers. Great it was double trouble, again.

"Leave me alone!" You grumbled.

"Why haven't you left your room, [name]? Everyone has wanted to come see you, but you requested that they don't enter and leave things by the door." Mitsuri frowned at you.

You didn't answer her. The sound of the windows opening caught your attention and you scooted away from the light that came in.

"[name]-kun..." Shinobu began as she watched you finally emerge from the covers, but only in the darkest part of the room. "Are you hiding from the sunlight?"

"No." You replied too quickly and the pair gave each other a look before sighing.

"You can't hide from your own power! It's special and beautiful, just like you!" Mitsuri exclaimed passionately , but you only groaned.

"I don't wanna hear it."

"Don't be childish." Shinobu smiled down at you. "You're going to get yourself cleaned up and Aoi is going to serve you your favorite meal. Then we will prep you for coming outside."

You leaned your head against the shoji. "Why should I?"

"Because Oyakata-sama wants to see you at the festival tonight. He has refused to see you unless you allowed it. He fears that it will cause damaging reprecussions on your relationship with him." Shinobu answered.

You sighed feeling bad that you had been preventing Kagaya from seeing you. It was quite pathetic of you honestly. Not even the mentioning of the festival being on really excited you.

"Is it because Himejima-san isn't here?" Mitsuri questioned with a finger to her lips.

Shinobu emitted a small shocked sound that made a light bulb in her head flicker on. Her usual smile retured to her face, although it had a hint of mischief behind it. "[name]-kun?"

You heart thumped loudly against your chest not wanting to answer and them to make their leave already.

"Do you happen to have a crush on Himejima-san?"

You stayed silent for a moment as you glanced outside. It was beautiful. You let out a small sigh.

"I don't know."

They raised their eyesbrows in interest.

"And even if I did. It doesn't matter. I'm not even from this timeline, so it's pointless to try to get with the guy."

"But what if you were from this timeline?" Mitsuri questioned.

Shinobu blinked back in surprise as she looked at Mitsuri to you and thought for a moment.

"Eh?" You looked totally lost.

"Me?" You pointed to yourself.

"Well, it wouldn't be the most impossible thing." Shinobu mused.

"You're not seriously considering that are you?"

"Oh! Oh! What if your family sent you to the future to see how it was like, so that you could gather intel and then they shot you right back to our timeline. Your original timeline!" Mitsuri piped up getting excited.

"Like something that they saw that wasn't quite right..." Shinobu leaned his form against the wall.

It was quiet again. You didn't know what to think. Your parents? You didn't even know them. Your aunt and uncle had taken you in when you were a child and your parents were said to have been in some freak car accident where they were struck by lightning. But if they did come back to their original timeline why did you see their bodies in their caskets before they buried them. Even more, how did they know when to have sent you back. Were they spying on you?

*lots of unknown death tolls in the city

*promotion in the city

"No, that doesn't make sense. Or..." You were becoming increasingly frustrated with the situation at hand.

If they did do that, that would be incredibly shitty on their part. Did they not know that a child having their parents in their early years was a crucial part of their development. Sure your aunt and uncle were sweethearts and they would support you in all your endeavors and activities and even showed up to your softball games and parent days. Hell, you even celebrated Mother's and Father's Day with them. They had been your parents your entire life. Even supporting the decision you made to move to the city since getting a promotion.

"Do you know something?" Shinobu asked suddenly.

"I don't know. I don't anymore. This is all too much." You breathed out. You could use a shower or a bath in this case.

Your scalp felt awfully oily from the heat and you were sticky all over. You huffed as you began to get up from your bed and headed toward the shoji.

"Where are you going, [name]-kun?" Mitsuri inquired.

"To take a bath. I feel disgusting."

"I'll have the girls draw you a bath." Shinobu smiled triumphantly at you as you gave her a blank look.

You only nodded in response.

"Don't worry, [name]-kun. We'll make sure you and Himejima-san work out!" She whisper shouted as Shinobu made her way out to call to the girls.

You blinked back at her and began to fidget with the sleeves of your yukata. "Um, okay. I wonder if I'm his type..."

"You'd totally be anyone's type." Mitsuri gave you a thumbs up and sparkling wink.

You felt yourself relaxing a little. She gave you a reassuring smile.

"Thanks, Kanroji-san."

"Please, call me Mitsuri. We're friends after all."

You felt elated at her words. For a long time you were alone. Sure you had friends here and there through out your public school and college years, but none of them really stuck with you. It was unfortunate, but life was ever moving and you only walked forward. And soon as you knew it, you were working at a big shot job in the city with an more than adqueate salary that left you with a lot of disposable income. Life wasn't all that bad, just very lonely.

You gave her a soft smile back.

"Okay, Mitsuri."

* * *

Getting out of bed was one thing, but actually doing things that required the effort of beautifying yourself for whatever was going to happen tonight. You thought of him as you brushed out your hair. As sweet and as caring as Gyomei was to you, you noticed that he had a bit of a skeptical personality. More often than not, he would be facing in your direction simply staring at you and while most of your interactions felt wholesome, you could tell he had lingering thoughts about you. And not the kind of thoughts that you would usually think a man would have about another woman.

Like all the Hashira and the rest of the demon slayers, you had learned that they all had their fair share of emotional baggage. There were levels to this kind of thing that even you had a hard time peeling away at. However, you didn't want to rush getting to know anyone's painful past so you laid low for the most part. Even that was hard considering you were being watched at all times, so hanging out in your room was the smallest form of privacy you could find.

As you finished added the final touches to your make up, you stepped away looking at yourself in the mirror. Your yukata was golden with embroidered red peonies harmoniously scattered through out the fabric. The waist tie was a dark red and was neatly tied to the back. You looked at your hair wondering what could be done with it as you continued to brush through it.

"[surname]-san!" You heard a small voice peep up through the other side of the shoji.

"Yes, Sumi."

The shoji slid only opened up a little and you could make out her face through the crack. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Actually, could you help me with my hair? I have no idea what to do with it."

The shoji slid open revealing all three girls. "Count on us, [surname]-san!"

You sighed and smiled at them sheepishly. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me by my first name?"

* * *

"Okay, almost done." Kiyo stuck her tongue out in concentration as she added the finishing touches to your hair. "We didn't make it too dramatic. I'm sure you'll want that for the Summer Solstice."

"Or your wedding." Naho added while they giggled.

You felt your cheeks warm at the word. Wedding.

You never imagined yourself getting married. It was an odd concept to you. Wife and husband. A baby a few years later. The mere thought of getting pregnant made you queasy. You wondered what the mortality rate for that was in this era. You held a hand over your belly.

The girls seemed to sense your uneasiness and quickly changed the subject.

"I'm just going to add this hairpin to your hair as a last touch." Sumi peeped up.

You nodded as they finished in silence and then they all stood in front of you and smiled up at you.

"All done!" Kiyo held a mirror in front of you and your lips parted as you looked at yourself.

Your hair was pulled into a low bun with multiple braids lining either side of your hair that looked like it was held together by a beautiful red peony hair pin. It perfectly matched your yukata.

"Oh, Sumi. You matched her hairpin to her yukata, how cute!" Naho exclaimed as she blushed at how adorable you looked.

You touched the hairpin that was on the back of your head as you tilted your head to get a better view. The red peonies were gathered together as a small bouquet that had a golden tassel that caught in the sunlight.

"Do you like it?" Sumi asked nervously.

"I love it." You gave her a bright smile and she became elated with the rest of the girls.

"You look so beautiful, [name]-kun." Naho grazed her hand over the braids she had done.

The two other girls agreed with her and you giggled.

"Thank you girls. I appreciate you taking the time out to help me. Are you guys not going to get dressed?" You asked looking at their usually attire.

"We were about to, but we wanted to check on you first."Kiyo replied.

"Oh, do you need help?"

They all shook their heads.

"We won't be too long! Aoi said for you to meet her in the kitchen." Sumi said fixing your lipstick up a bit and you rubbed your lips together.

"Oh, I should get going then." You raised yourself from the seat you were in and looked at yourself once more.

"We'll see you later [name]-kun!" They all chorused bowing and you smiled as you waved and made your way out of the bathroom.

You sighed to yourself as you began to get nervous. The more that time went on, the more you felt yourself become paranoid and anxious. You hated feeling this way and it was hard to shake off as you made your way to the kitchen area. The smell of comfort food filled your senses as you saw Aoi working hard at the stovetop. After exchanging pleasantries, Aoi urged you to go see Oyakata-sama as soon as you could to which you rolled your eyes at.

"I'm serious." She handed you your food on a large tray.

"Yeah, yeah."

She yanked away the tray and you pouted. "[name]..."

"Okay, okay. I'll go see him after I'm done."

Aoi smiled as she set the tray down. "Good."

As soon as she turned away she began to complain about Inosuke and while you were listening, you were more engaged in inhaling your food.

"...he is just so frustrating and--"

Her eyes widened as turned back to look at you. "Oh my...They weren't kidding when they said you had a big appetite."

Your eyebrows raised at her as you swallowed your rice and licked your fingers. "Yeah, and you totally have a crush."

Her expression turning into vexation as your grin grew, but before you could answer you heard someone call out your name.

"[surname]-san?" You heard an unfamiliar voice suddenly speak and after a moment a kakushi's head popped in.

Their eyes widened at the sight of you as a blush spread across their cheeks. "O-oyakata-sama would like to see you."

"Oh, I should go see him then." You rubbed at your eyes and smiled at Aoi who was clearly still annoyed with you. "I guess I should get going now."

Aoi waved you off and you tried not to laugh as you followed closely behind the kakushi. They seemed nervous for some reason as they lead you to the Ubuyashiki's estate.

"Are you alright?" You asked as you caught up to them and started to walk right beside them.

Their body went stiff as they continued to walk and hid what little of their face was showing."Y-yes."

You didn't push it. Instead you walked beside them until they began to walk outside and then you stopped subconsciously.

"[surname]-san?" They turned around nonplussed by your sudden halt.

"I can't go outside."

They tilted their head at you. "Are you a demon, too?"

"No," You scoffed. "quite the opposite."

"We really must get going, you know. I don't have time to play these games." They put their hands on their hips at you.

You only shook your head and they huffed at you. They really didn't want to put their hands on you, mostly because they would probably implode internally.

"What's your name?" You suddenly asked.

They sighed. "Goto."

"Goto. Listen Goto, if I go outside then I'm going to shine brighter than Edward Cullen and that is just not the kind of vibe I'm going for right now." You crossed your arms. "You feel me?"

He simply stood there and looked at you like you were crazy. "Who is Edward Cullen?"

You sighed and held a hand to your head. Being in this era could be so difficult for you sometimes. No one knew who Edward Cullen was and that was obviously to be expected as you were hundred years too early, but still, they could at least pretend they knew.

"[surname]-san, I don't think you understand--"

"But I do understand!" You threw your arms up in the air. "I do, Goto. I just, I'm not ready for all of this, right now."

You slid down the wall and hugged your knees to your chest and hung your head.

"Hey." He spoke up and you looked up to see that he was crouched at your level.

He held his hand out with crimson spreading across his cheeks. "Even if you sparkle like Edard Knucklen I won't judge you."

Now that made you laugh and to him it was melodious and pretty. You bit your lip and looked outside as you slowly took his hand in yours and he helped you up. He couldn't take his eyes off of you as you rose from the ground and smiled at him.

"It's Edward Cullen, but thank you, Goto."

And when you stepped into the light your markings illuminated as the wind brushed past you, Goto was awestruck. You turned to him and put your hand on your hip. "How do I look?"

Unfortunately, Goto could no longer escort you to the estate because he had passed out on the spot.

* * *

"How do you feel, my child?"

Kagaya brought the cup of steaming green tea to his lips and sipped slowly at it. You inhaled sharply as you watched workers come to and fro, but you did your best to block them out.

"I feel pretty good actually despite having to walk outside and sparkle under the sun." You figdeted with the hem of your yukata as you spoke. Being in front of Kagaya for the first time in a day in a half felt very odd. Comforting, but odd. His wife, Amane, sat beside him at she did a mental assessment of you. Your markings, the way you spoke, sat, moved, even the way you breathed.

As little as she spoke, she did a lot of time thinking, assessing, and the reassessing. She was a woman of few words, but she catered to every detail and worked herself meticulously to the bone.

He gave you an apologetic look."I understand that you're having trouble embracing your new abilities, but I assure you we're all here for you, [name]. And please forgive the noise and all the workers. Gyomei told me that you never celebrated the Spring Equinox, and while we never do make such extravagant festivities on the Equinox we wanted to make an exception for you."

"Oh." You felt abashed by his words forgetting about why you were upset in the first place. No one had ever took you into so much consideration like that and the mentioning of Gyomei made your heart flutter. Especially since he had really directly told Kagaya himself that you hadn't participate in such activities like he said he would have. You had small hope that he would do so, but now that you were sitting in front of Kagaya whilst he tried to engage you in conversation about the many vendors from the local shops that he had step up and the decor that lined up with the season of Spring, you could only smile and nod.

"That sounds lovely." You murmured as you glanced down at the staff member who was pouring you a cup of tea.

"Please be cautious. The tea--"

But you had already lifted it from the coaster and brought it to your lips as you sipped at it. It was hot. No, it was scorching, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. You didn't flinch nor did you grimace at the heat. Honestly, you were making such the spectacle out of yourself as you finished your pour and set it back down.

"That is some nice tea." You said looking up at the horrified staff member.

"[s-surname]-s-san...Your tongue! Let me see it! It must've melted right off."

"Ahhh." You playfully stuck your tongue out and letting it hang as your tongue steamed, but was in perfect condition. "Cah I haff anotha poah pleeth."

She continued to stare at you with a terrified expression and you rescinded your tongue back in your mouth. "Can I have a another pour, please."

Kagaya's laughter could be heard all the way down the hallways of his estate as they echoed bouncing off the the walls. All the workers had stopped for a moment to see him trying to cover his mouth and then clapped his hands together.

"Oh, that's delightful [name]! I can only imagine the look on Yuki's face."

Amane only looked at her husband with amusement as the Yuki, staff member hurriedly poured you another cup of tea and set the kettle down. She bowed and left immediately.

You hummed in response as you began drinking your tea again. "I'm glad you find me comical."

"Comical is one thing, but you are so much more than I expected. In a good way, of course. You, my child, will serve great purpose in what's to come."

"Oh, you mean the Great Demon War." You replied sarcastically as you set your cup down. And while you shouldn't be such an ass, it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain your cool.

"Yes, my child. There will be many of my own children that will fall victim to it."

You stiffened at his words. He was being completely serious.

"For many, this is my way of honoring the dead and who will not see the light of tomorrow."

You swallowed at your tea harshly. "T-tomorrow."

"Not literally." He smiled as he sipped at his tea.

You could only stare at the steam emanating from your cup as the liquid continously rippled. Your nerves were getting to you again. You weren't as head strong as everyone had made you out to be in times where the pressure was on, and your resolve was not any better.

"Do you have visions of the future?"

"Call it intuition."

"Must be one hell of an intuition." You mumbled to yourself as you swallowed the rest down.

Kagaya's smile only grew at you.

"I know it may not feel like it, but you are very special [name]. The others are still a bit suspicious and wary of you, but that's to be expected of them. Have you met Nezuko?"

You felt your body go a little frigid at the name. "Not yet."

"You know, she's not very different from us. She refuses to eat human flesh and she has such strong resolve. Her and Tanjiro are undoubtedly the most striking siblings I have ever met."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "And that's suppose to make me feel better?"

He softly chuckled. "I'm saying you could learn a few things from them."

"Will they be attending the Spring Equinox festival?"

He hummed in response as he set his tea cup down and a staff member came and refilled his cup. "I made sure that every one who is able to arrive, arrives. I do hope that you do decide to attend."

You looked down at your attire. "Yes, it seems that I am going either way."

He smiled as he set his cup down. "Do you have any pressing matters at the moment?"

You gazed down at your reflection in the liquid. "Not that I can think of right now. I'm assuming you know everything?"

"Only what Sanemi and Gyomei provided. If you would be so kind to share the details I would be happy to listen."

You had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes. You knew that Kagaya was more to what meets the eye and he was edging you on from the start without you even noticing at first.

"You are quite crafty, Oyakata-sama." You pressed your lips together and he set his hands in his lap.

"Not as crafty as I might think."

You nearly scoffed. "Well, I mean I'm sure Himejima-san told you about my markings and conversation with Amaterasu. She refused to answer what happens after I unlock my abilities. It was actually really annoying."

Kagaya had to muffle his mirth with the sleeves of his haori and you raised your brows at him.

"Oh, please, do keep going. Don't mind me." He waved you off.

"And yeah, she then told me:" You perfected your posture as you mimicked her tone. "'Mortals, are awfully amusing. It would be too easy for me to just simply give you the answer.' Like what kind of..."

You held yourself back from what you wanted to really say. Talking bad about a Sun goddess was not the way you wanted to go out. She was already incinerating tattoos into your body and those hurt like hell.

"Ah, they are truly one of a kind, aren't they? Gods and goddesses alike. I'm sure a lot of your past and your family's past must be in that temple."

You tilted your head to the side remembering your conversation with Mitsuri and Shinobu. "And how do you presume that?"

"Just a hunch."

Oh, Kagaya. Always with the riddles and intuition. You truly were at loss for words with this man.

"In any case, I would hope that we all see you there at sundown today, yes?"

"Mhm, yes." You rubbed at your temples.

"Good. I look forward to it."

And with that you bid him adieu and made your way out of the estate avoiding the sunlight at all costs. It still made you weary being under the sun. Goto did faint out of just merely seeing you and you wanted to avoid being the center of attention. Hopefully, no one saw you...

"Ouch!" You rubbed your head as you fell back a little and caught onto the wooden fence of the engawa.

"Watch where you're goin'."

You knew that voice.

"Sanemi?" You rubbed your nose as you opened your eyes and sure enough he was standing there right in front of you.

He didn't say anything for a moment as he looked down at you. Carmine sprinkled at his cheeks as he tsked at you before looking away.

"Who else?"

"Okay, sheesh. Are you going to get dressed for later today?" You tried to meet his gaze but he kept looking away. "What's your problem?"

"Get out of my way. I have things to do unlike you." He shoved past you and scratched the back of your head in confusion.

"What's his deal?"

"[name]!!"

You heard a voice suddenly pipe up and as you rotated your head and you almost faced a head on collision with a certain rosette. "Oh, Mitsuri!"

She straightened the both of you out before you completely fell on your ass. "I just saw Himejima-san arrive."

A smile crept on your face. "Did you really?"

(SCREAMING SO HARD AT THIS SHIT BECAUSE ITS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

She nodded with a large grin on her face and took you by your hand as she tugged you along to Kami knows where. "C'mon!"

Unbeknownst to you, Sanemi had overheard your little conversation.

* * *

"Can you explain to me why we're spying on them?" You asked Mitsuri who was right above you peeking from behind the engawa.

You were currently looking--I mean spying--on Shinobu and Gyomei as they spoke to one another, but you couldn't make out what they were saying since you were out of earshot.

"We're waiting for the right moment to enter the conversation." Mitsuri beamed.

You looked up at her in confusion. "What are you--"

You suddenly felt your whole body move and before you knew it you were in front of the pair you were observing. "Hey, Himejima-san! How was your mission?"

He gave her a smile as he gazed down at your forms. "It was standard. Thank you for asking, Kanroji-san. It's nice to see you finally out of your room, [surname]-san."

You felt yourself getting nervous around him as you rubbed your forearm. "Yeah, I made Goto faint."

"Oh, right. Sorry about that! Kanroji-san and I were suppose to escort you, but we got caught up in other endeavors." She laughed rubbing the back of her neck.

"Is he alright?" Gyomei asked feeling concern for the kakushi.

"He's fine." Shinobu waved him off. "Not even a concussion."

Gyomei looked relieved for a moment before looking over at you. "Do you feel alright now coming out into the sun?"

"Well..." You looked up at the cherry blossom trees that were shading you all in the garden and sighed as they began to sway in wind. The cherry blossom's petals began to part from their buds as they danced in the gust around the both of you. The light filtering through the trees as they kissed at your skin and you began to sparkle. It felt like your dream all over again as oscillated gracefully around your forms and you reached your hand out feeling the petals glide against your skin.

Were asleep again? Were you going to wake up right before you and Gyomei's lips met or?

"Wow, [name]..." Shinobu's violet hues were wide as she stared at you.

"...you're stunning!" Mitsuri finished as she beamed at you.

Stole the words right out of my mouth. Was what Gyomei wanted to say, but he kept them to himself.

"I can see why Goto-san fainted." Gyomei finally spoke.

Was that somehow worse? Yes. Very much yes.

"Oh, yeah. I guess so." You nervously laughed.

"Himejima-san how do you see [name]? Is she sparkly? What color is she to you?" Mitsuri asked question after question, but Gyomei took in every one of them.

"Kanroji-san..." Shinobu urged looking between Gyomei and you.

"What?" The rosette gazed at her befuddled.

"She does glisten, but she is also radiant like the sun. There are flames, but they are gentle and golden with flicks of crimson. Like red peonies."

Red peonies.

"Oh, like your yukata and hairpin that you're wearing!" Mitsuri pointed out.

"Right." You peered over at your attire giving her a contrite smile.

"That must be really beautiful to look at then, huh Himejima-san." Shinobu grinned up at him as she tucked her hands behind her back and gazed up at him.

Gyomei was aware of her tone. Subtle, yet not so subtle.

He cleared his throat. "Yes, well..."

"Well, Mitsuri and I should get going now. We need to prepare our stand for the festival." Shinobu began as she grabbed her hand and began to tug at her form.

"Bye, Himejima-san! Bye [name]-kun!" Mitsuri giggled as they both made their way out of the garden.

"They sure are a handful, huh." You looked over at them laughing and whispering to one another.

"Agreed."

"So..." You rocked back on your heels. "When am I gonna see one of these so called demons."

He tilted his chin up as he closed his eyes. "Hopefully, never."

"Eh? Why not?" You countered too quickly.

"[name]..." He began.

For some reason, you felt vexed. You knew whatever was going to come out of his mouth was going to be along the lines of "you need to be protected."

"Save it."

Was it rude to act this way towards someone who kept you out of harm's way and brought you back to safety when you were vulnerable? Mmmm, yes. You could say that you were definitely acting out.

Shaking off your brashness, a smile tugged at his lips. "[name], I want to preserve you for as long as I can before you even see a demon. Do you understand that?"

You could only gaze at him as the gust rippled through his onyx hair as he tucked his hands behind his back. Why did he make you feel this way? It was so damned annoying! As if you had the mental capacity to even have a crush on another man right now!

"I..." You began but you got flustered and clenched at your yukata, making fists at the fabric.

His hands suddenly on yours and you felt them relax. You felt warmth suddenly rush through your body as your heart thrummed against your chest. "Don't ruin your yukata."

The energy within you felt like it was swelling as you couldn't keep your eyes off of him and Gyomei felt it too. In fact, he could see how much of your aura was shifting and illuminated brighter and brighter. It was glimmering a ravishing cerise at his mere touch. Like a spark, but bigger. It was like a flame that would never go out.

Gyomei couldn't find himself to say anything as he was standing there with lips parting as he couldn't bring himself to look away. And then something that he wasn't able to completely process started to occur. A faint semblance you began to form in front you. Like quite literally you. Your aura was starting to mold into your features. Faint traces of your eyes, lips, nose were starting to embody itself from whatever touching you was doing. He literally could not believe it.

"I can--I can see you. Barely, but I can see you."

"What do you mean you can see me?"

He gestured his hands to your face. "May I?"

You merely nodded as you couldn't find any words to speak.

He gently felt for your face as you stood there as he went over your features with his finger in complete shock. He hadn't meant to invade your space, but he could not help the overwhelming feeling that came over him. He felt tears spilled down his visage as he smiled at you and suddenly you felt like crying yourself.

"You can see my face?"

For the first time in a long time Gyomei was at a loss for words. It was so strange being able to see someone from their aura recreating their features. Had Amaterasu made a way for everyone to be able to see you?

"Only a bit. But this...I've never seen aura manifest itself like this. It's literally molding into your facial features...Truly amazing...Nothing like I have ever seen before..." He mumbled speaking absentmindedly to himself. He was truly bewitched by your beauty. But he suddenly caught himself in a whirlwind of emotions. He was becoming to captivated by you and it was becoming an issue.

"Apologies. I'm overstepping." He slowly let go, but you felt yourself aching for his touch as you held his hand and placed it back to your face.

"What color am I to you?" You asked gazing up at him.

He felt his cheeks flare. You were a phenomena from the moment you had shot right through the heavens to now. "Red. A sparkling red, but it's deeper than before."

"Oh." Was all you could say as you felt your heart fluttering and you felt like this could be your moment with him, but it felt like there was still many roadblocks that stood in your way as Gyomei had gently let go of your hands and stepped back.

"I should get going now."

You stepped forward closing the space between you again. "Where are you going?"

"Preaching to Oyakata-sama about how we should have a festival for the Spring Equinox has consequences." He smiled shyly.

You felt yourself fluster from Kagaya speaking about how Gyomei insisted on your behalf. "Oh, right. That."

You clasped your hands together as you lgazed up at him. "So what is he torturing you with?"

He softly chuckled. "You'll see. I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"How do you mean?"

"I don't want to give it away. But find me at sundown. I need to get ready for whatever other crafty methods Kanroji-san may or may not ensue."

You laughed and tilted your head to this side. "What's that suppose to mean?"

He shook his head. "As I said before. You'll see. If you'll excuse me, [surname]-san."

You frowned at him as he began to walked away from you, but he suddenly stopped as he began to walk under the engawa. "[surname]-san."

You felt your body jump a little. "Yes?"

"Thank you for coming out despite your apprehensiveness."

You smiled as he continued his path. His voice, his tone and the way he carried himself around you made your energy burst like fireworks. Although he was clearly guarded, it was somewhat clear about how felt about you and you were beginning to feel something slowly shift in the air. Mellowness overcame you as you put your arms around yourself as you watched his tall figure disappear and you danced around in circles. The cherry blossom petals floating in the air around you as you felt yourself shimmering under the sunlight and you welcomed it.

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PAIRING: shouto todoroki x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut, oral (female receiving), it’s pretty much just vanilla sex if i’m honest, aged-up, first time

WORDCOUNT: 2.8k

SYNOPSIS:

You had been dating Todoroki for a while now. And yet, you still hadn't taken things to the next level with him. Perhaps you were nervous, or maybe it was fear. After all, this was all new to you. What would it be like to lose your virginity to Todoroki, you wondered?

Once again, you were back at the same spot as always. Your lips melting against Shouto's, his tongue gliding tenderly across yours. Even kisses like these had you feverish. From the gentle peck's he left along the nape of your neck to the more desperate ones. You were constantly left a nervous mess. Always getting lost in the way his plump lips came down in an open mouth kiss, capturing your lips one at a time before giving one a delicate tug.

And don't even get started on the way his hands felt in moments like these. His careful slender fingers caressing every inch of you. Gently, he would slip his hand from the small of your back to your thighs, resting himself there. Squeezing so slowly and lightly it felt almost as though he was teasing you each time. Without a doubt, you would feel goosebumps rise across your skin when his hand crept higher up your thighs, his fingers edging closer to your heat. And he would be so close, so close to touching you where you needed him most, but you could never go on. The knot in your stomach suddenly tightening as anxiety buried your body. Heart-thumping, you would lash out your hand to clutch his wrist, halting him in his tracks.

"Not ready, love?" is all he would say each time before gradually moving away, planting one last kiss on your lips.

It was the same each time, and it frustrated you beyond belief. Why couldn't you go on? Why did you feel so nervous? You knew you liked him, and you knew you were ready for him, so why? All these questions and you just couldn't find the answer.

And a new day would start.

Sweetly, you were awoken by the warm rays that peeked through your curtains, the golden hue painting your shared room with Shouto. You yawned softly as you shifted to your side, your boyfriend's face meeting yours as he slept. His eyelashes gently brushed against his cheeks as he snored through parted lips. You admired him in his peaceful state, cheeks slightly flushed, and his hair messily draped his eyes. Everything about him was so perfect.

You figured you should get out of bed, let him rest for a bit longer. As you slipped from under the sheets, you felt those familiar hands wrap around your waist, soliciting you to stay.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You giggled as you turned to look at him once more. But his only response was a hum as he relaxed his head against your back. His breath dripped down your neck, and his lips lazily grazed your soft skin. Suddenly, you felt yourself feeling hot still not accustomed to his touch.

His yawn filled your hearing and he tugged you back towards himself. "Can we just stay like this for a bit?" He mumbled into your ear lowly.

And you did just that, sinking into his embrace. His arms engirdled you, hands sneaking up your shirt where they relaxed. The way his chilled fingers brushed up and down your stomach had you feeling faint. You could feel his body heat across yours as he pressed himself against you. After all this time, he somehow always had an effect on you.

"Did you sleep well, y/n?" He whispered, his lips tickling your neck as he spoke.

"Um... yeah! I slept well. I'm sorry about yesterday, by the way. I just get too nervous to continue." You confessed, feeling a sting of embarrassment as you began reminiscing on last night.

You were referencing the night you tapped out of taking things further, again.

"Don't apologize for silly things like that, darling" You could feel his smile as he spoke. "We have all the time in the world. Don't rush yourself, okay?"

Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, lifting your arm slowly and placing it back down until he had you pinned. Your back faced the mattress as your head laid trapped between his arms. Heterochromatic eyes wandered around your face, and a tender smile plastered itself across his lips.

"I'm not rushing myself, I promise. I am ready, but my nerves always get the best of me."

With that, Shouto lowered himself, his face inches away from yours. "Do I make you nervous, darling?" A foreign teasing tone laced his voice.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you fluttered your eyes back at him. Both of you knew the answer to that question, and you were definitely not going to humiliate yourself further to admit to that fact.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

Cushiony lips met yours in an instant. Though it happened fast, Shouto's careful demeanor didn't waver. As his lips danced against yours, the familiar sensation began to sweep over you; body hot and adrenaline pumping.

He kissed you deeper, tongue coasting against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You didn't hesitate to grant his request, opening up immediately as you drove your hands up his chest. Under your palm, you felt the subtle drumming of his heart. It was oddly soothing to know you weren't the only one nervous. Maybe it was normal to feel slightly shy in moments like these?

His tongue ventured you attentively. With every swirl and flick of his tongue in your mouth, he made shivers trickle down your spine. And you felt woozy all over again. High on the taste of him, you wrapped your fingers into his shirt, pulling him towards yourself.

"Someone's feeling a bit eager this morning," Shouto spoke into the kiss, the corners of his mouth drawing into a faint grin. He was right. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad; fed up with all the times you allowed your nervousness to get in the way of your urges.

Lightly, he pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck. They felt warm as his tongue licked gradually. Shou delicately ensnared your skin between his teeth, nibbling gingerly at what was exposed. Throwing your head back, you couldn't hold back the moans that eluded your lips. Each whine dripped in lust as you felt his merciless lips wander further down your body.

He savored the taste of your silky skin as he explored you. Your sweet fragrance engulfed him; he pushed your shirt up, resuming his embrace. Nose lightly whisking down your stomach before his tongue swept back up. The sounds of your whimpers laced with his name cascaded from your lips. How was it even possible to fall for you more than he already had? Just watching how sensitive and responsive your body was for him had him on cloud nine. Every move his hands made, every stroke of his tongue, and every kiss he settled. Your moans only got breathier, and it made Shouto's head spiral. It was rare that he got to see you in this state, and he knew he was going to imprint this moment into his memory. He was already getting hard at the lude noises that coated your lips.

Those tender fingers of his gradually began kneading you softly, running down your thighs. And the tame fire that burnt at the pit of your stomach was set ablaze. You craved him more than ever, feeling more bothered with every second that passed. In response to the bliss you currently felt, you tried to shut your thighs, get some friction going. Yet, Shouto's body prevented that desire from coming to fruition.

"Princess, are you feeling needy already?" He hoisted his head up, giving you that damn teasing smirk once more. Deep down, however, he was just as desirous as you at this moment, craving to know more of you.

Before you could even respond, he was lowering himself down, peppering your inner thighs in kisses. At this point, you knew you were dripping, a tingly sensation washing over you.

"S-shou... please." You managed to huff out through moans, starving for his attention.

"Please what? Use your words now." His words had you feeling warm all over, embarrassed by his demands. Shouto didn't know why exactly he was teasing you this much; he could barely wait any longer himself. But seeing you flustered under him had him euphoric.

"I'm ready. Just please- you know what I want."

And with that, he obliged, his smooth tongue sweeping up your thigh. Nestling his lips delicately over your core, you flinched under his touch as a whimper parted your lips. Even if it was such a simple action, you still felt overwhelmed by this newfound pleasure.

Shouto didn't waste any time, hooking his finger in your underwear and swiftly tugging them off your frame. You could feel the cool breeze against you as you now lay exposed to him.

"You're beautiful, darling." Your boyfriend spoke in awe at you, admiring your body under him.

"Don't just stare!"

You tossed a hand over your face but Todoroki just chuckled at you, removing your hand from your face. Capturing your lips once more with his.

"Tell me to stop if it's all too much, okay?" Giving him a nod, he took his cue to continue his endeavor.

His slick tongue found its way between your two lips, caressing you up gently where he paused at your clit. Sucking softly, you felt an electric shock overcome your body as he relished in your taste. Dripping in pleasure, you whimpered and moaned his name, hands naturally burying themselves in his hair.

Finally, Shouto got to be lost in your waters, circling his spongy muscle around your clit. The melodious hums he let out as he devoured you delivered vibrations against your pleasure. Body quivering under his touch, Shouto savored the way your legs shivered.

"S-shou, I-I need more." You pleaded through broken gasps.

The best way to describe how you were feeling was almost like you were drunk. Feeling somewhat faint and simultaneously enticed as new sensations encapsulated your being. You've never felt your whole body move in such ways against your control. Even his dainty breaths on you had your stomach caving and your head flinging itself back.

To top all this glory off, at your request Shouto slipped his two chilled fingers in you. Pressing them partially upwards with every thrust. That, combined with his tongue doing wonders on your clit had him pushing all the right buttons. You tugged at his hair and whimpered out for him, eyes rolling back as bliss submerged you. The boiling pot in your stomach's pit overflowing with every calculated move he made. And when his fingers reached slightly deeper in you, it all consumed you. Your breath trembled, and your body twitched as stars overran your vision. A lewd moan streamed out your mouth, and for Shouto, that was everything he wanted to hear.

"Shou-Shou, please... enough."

Beads of sweat trickled down your face as you began catching your breath. Calming down from your climax, you eyed as your boyfriend's flushed face rose from between your thighs, lips coated in only what could be your juices.

"Are you okay, princess?" He spoke in a caring tone, but the way his tongue slipped out to lick off your remains from his lips had you feeling lustful once more.

"I'm more than okay." You responded, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, resting your palm on his neck.

His wet lips met yours in a sloppy kiss; you could feel his eagerness as he pressed himself down against you. The bulge in his pants nudged your leg, and you wanted him to unravel himself in you the same way you did. Softly, you pushed his chest, grabbing his attention.

"Want to stop, y/n?" He asked breathily.

"N-no... Shou, I think I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

He could barely tame the excitement that spiked in him, knowing exactly what was coming next. Yet, he swallowed down his desires, wanting you to be sure that this was what you wanted.

"I'm certain."

"I'll be gentle, okay? Tell me if it hurts." He left a delicate kiss on your forehead before pulling himself up.

You watched as he swiftly removed his boxer. Spreading you apart, he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his dick up and down your fold. Breath already getting heavy, you dripped in anticipation for him.

"Ready?" He confirmed once more, earning a nod from you.

With your permission, he pushed the tip in, pausing as he waited for you to adjust to him gradually. The pressure you felt was near unbearable, feeling yourself stretch around his cock. Feeling full already, you couldn't imagine taking any more of him. You whimpered as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw as you bore the pain.

"I'm sorry if it hurts, y/n." He cupped your cheek, running his thumb across your bottom lip." I promise it won't hurt for much longer."

Once more, he drove more of himself in you, another surge of pain ripping through you. Quiet weeps evaded your mouth, your nails digging into Shouto's forearm. He took the hint, bringing his free hand down to meet your clit; his thumb tenderly rotating around it to drown out the discomfort. It felt better from there as trickles of pleasure rippling through you. Previous whimpers turned to lewd moans in no time, your pussy pulsating around Shouto as the pain gradually faded. And the last bit of him was in you.

He eyed his now submerged cock, letting out low moans as he felt you pulsate around him. But he didn't want to move yet. Instead, he cherished the image of your pretty self wrapped around him, your head tilted back and mouth open as your erotic voice bounced off the walls.

"How are you feeling, princess?" He came down to embrace his lips with yours as you reassured him of how you felt.

"I'm fine now."

"I'll start moving then."

You snaked your hands around his neck, preparing yourself for what was to come next. Haltingly, he began pulling out. Your walls swallowed him back in, however, and he could feel the pull. A gentle moan choked up in his throat at how snug you were.

"Princess, you're so tight." The low giggle that came after his comment made your body burn.

Before he could leave your body fully, he thrust himself back in. The lack of warning in his actions swept a moan out of you. Lust exploded through you as you sucked him back, and it had you almost reaching your climax again. Your eyes already rolled back as his dick stroked your plushy walls with every pump. Rhythmically, his hips met yours, and gradually you felt his pace pick up.

His body glazed in a thin layer of sweat; he peered at you through the hair that draped his eyes. You watched as his chest rose and fell, groaning at the feeling of being inside you. His pretty voice erupted from his throat and dripped down his rosy lips. This was a view one could only dream of, your beautiful boyfriend holding back from melting at your touch.

Louder and louder you both got, your moans flooding the room. No doubt that your climaxes were edging nearer. Every single thrust was hitting the right spot. The veins around his cock brushed every inch of you as you sucked him in deeper. Your body was overcome with warmth, legs bucking as your euphoria crawled closer. The knot in your stomach came undone as you moaned out Shouto's name. Gradually, his thrust got weaker, his own climax fast approaching. The feeling of being faint came as bliss occupied your sense. You twitched at how sensitive you felt, Shouto's cock still brushing past your walls as he road towards his high. Sloppier his pumps got, his moans getting deeper. He held you under himself, and with one sudden thrust, he whimpered into your ear as his cum drooled inside you, painting your velvet walls white.

You lay still for a moment, catching your breaths as you both processed what had occurred. It had finally happened; you both finally took things to the next level. Shouto turned to smile at you, intertwining your fingers together.

"You did amazing!" He said with a faint grin. You didn't even do anything, but you still felt a sense of pride. "I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Shou."

Carefully, he pulled out of you, urging you not to move.

"Stay still. I'll clean us up and run you a bath, yes?" You propped yourself up on your elbows, already feeling the ache between your legs building.

But you still couldn't help but feel all warm inside as you observed your boyfriend run in and out of your room to tend to you.

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qianinterprises · 3 years

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WayV Reaction: finding out their S/O has Borderline Personality Disorder

Pairing(s): WayV x Reader Genre: angst, fluff Warnings: mention of mental health, depression, anxiety, symptom's included in BPD. Trigger Warnings: depression, anxiety, hostility, mention's of self-harm, self-doubt, low self-image Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Notes: I'll be honest and say that I had to research Borderline Personality Disorder. I knew what it was/had heard of it before, but in order to write something accurate, I tried to educate myself. If you believe that you have BPD, please don't be afraid to go to a doctor or a trusted friend/family member. Your mental health is important.

Author's Note 2.0: I also want to mention that (as per earlier request), I am also working on a YangYang fic that features a reader with Borderline Personality Disorder. I'm not entirely sure when it will be posted (soon hopefully), but it is in my WIP's.

Author's Note 2.0: Kun's is a little different, I apologize for the difference and the shortness. Tagging:@treasuretaeil

Kun:

Kun was in the middle of dance practice when his phone began to ring. At first, he let it go to voicemail, but by the third ring, Ten paused the music and Kun grabbed his phone out of his coat pocket, expecting to see your name popping up on the screen. You were at home today after a particularly rough week at work that had left you feeling spent. Kun longed to be home with you, holding you tight in his embrace. As his eyes met your next door neighbor's name on his phone screen, his stomach dropped. Mrs. Huang only called when it was really serious. "Hello?" he asked into the receiver. "Oh thank goodness!" she cried, voice laced with anxiety enducing agitation. "What's wrong?" "It's (y/n)! They've brought me five big tins of muffins! I can't possibly eat all of these! And they've gone to the store twice with ingredients! I think something's wrong! Kun sighed. This morning, you had been so happy. You were practically singing to the birds. He knew it wouldn't last though, especially with the week you'd had. "I'll be there soon!" Kun left practice without another word and when he got home, he found you in the kitchen, covered in flour, vigorously mixing a creamy liquid in one of your metal mixing bowls. The kitchen was covered in ingredients; flour puffed on the counters and floor, broken egg shells on the table, a half empty measuring cup of milk teetering on top of the fridge. It was bad this time. Kun knew you had borderline personality disorder. It had been something you'd told him in the beginnings of your relationship. He had seen you at your worst, and at your best, but it still broke his heart every time he witnessed you at a breaking point. "(y/n)?" You paused in your vigorous mixing, eyes glancing up to meet his. He didn't say anything, eyes locked on yours, but his eyes held no pity. Instead, they held pure, unfiltered love that had you putting the whisk aside. "Do you love me?" you whispered. A small wisp of a smile reflected across his face as he crossed the room, arms wrapping around your body. "More than anything," he whispered.

Ten:

You and Ten had only been together for a short amount of time; three months to be exact. It was an exhilarating three months. Time you wouldn't give for anything in the world, even though you didn't get to see each other often with Ten's very busy schedule. However, after the "Kick Back" album released, WayV was allowed to take a break as SM turned their attention to the scheduled release of NCT Dream's first album. Normally, Ten would then be whisked away for some SuperM promotion, but with Baekhyun's enlistment, SuperM was also allowed to take a break as the company decided what to do. Which ultimately meant you got to spend more time with your boyfriend, which, most would deem as a good thing and, you were happy he was there, however, it became a lot harder to hide your little secret from him. Your best friend, Kun, had introduced you to Ten (and the rest of the members), when Kun officially became a member of NCT. Kun and Ten had immediately hit it off as friends, which meant you also spent a lot of time with Ten, thus leading to a blossoming friendship and later attraction. So Ten lying in your bed snoring softly wasn't that far of a stretch from a common day encounter. The difference was, today, you didn't feel like yourself. Being in a friendship with Ten meant that, yes, you saw him often, but not often enough that you couldn't keep parts of yourself private. Which is exactly what you did, especially as your tiny crush on Ten grew into something mutual, eventually leading to a relationship. The truth you were so afraid of revealing was your disorder. Borderline Personality Disorder. A disorder you'd been diagnosed with since you were a your teenager. You'd been teased and bullied for it when a classmate you'd once called a friend announced your disorder to the entire school. This, in turn, had terrified you of ever telling anyone, which you had gotten away with. Ten didn't know and, if you had it your way, he'd never know. He was an idol. What did he need with a girlfriend with this disorder. However, with him hanging around a lot... "Hey? What's wrong?" Ten's voice snapped you from your thoughts. You'd been so distracted you hadn't realized his soft snoring had ceased. "Nothing," you said softly. His lips pursed, perplexed as he softly reached a hand up to brush across your cheek, something he'd done several times. But today, you didn't want it. You shied away from his hand, curling yourself up on the opposite side of the bed, cursing yourself for acting different than usual, but you couldn't help it. Ten didn't bat an eye. He simply gave you a soft smile and sat up in the large bed, but he didn't try to touch you again. "Feeling sad today?" he asked. You nodded meekly. "Would you like to talk about it?" he asked. You paused for a moment to think it over. You truly didn't. You wished you could keep it a secret forever, because Ten might leave you. But you also knew that the stress was taking it's toll on you. "I have Borderline Personality Disorder..." you whispered. He didn't say anything at first and you were preparing yourself for him to call you a freak and leave. Instead, he stretched his arm out and softly wrapped his pinky around yours. "I don't know much about it. But I promise I will learn," he whispered. Tears brimmed your eyes because finally, someone wasn't going to leave you.

WinWin:

You had never been much of a touchy person. Holding hands was one thing, and even then, something you weren't wholly comfortable with, but hugging was completely different. You didn't care much for hugs, especially from complete strangers that often found you rude for rejecting their hug. You barely even hugged your own family, let alone a total stranger. This was possibly what spurred on your relationship with Sicheng who, also didn't care much for physical affection, despite the fact the other members of NCT practically drowned him in it. Your relationship was just... different. At least in the minds of society because you didn't cuddle against Sicheng's chest constantly or plop down on his lap just because he was sitting down. Instead, you preferred wrapping your pinky around his or draping one of his sweaters over your shoulders. This worked for the two of you though others found it strange. However, there was an anomaly that Sicheng, though you had been together for a little over two years, had no idea about. This anomaly included the fact that sometimes, you liked hugs. Sometimes, all you wanted to do was drape yourself over your boyfriends lap and let him hold you until your mind screamed at you for the overload of affection. Sometimes you wanted him to wrap his arms around you in bed and fall asleep with you on his chest. That's what happens when you have Borderline Personality Disorder, and it wouldn't have been that big of a deal if Sicheng had known, but he didn't. It started out you longing to keep it a secret in the early days of your relationship. It wasn't something you advertised very often. However, as your relationship progressed, you knew you should have told him, but as five months turned into six, it became a crushing weight of guilt for not telling him in the beginning. Sicheng had already invested a lot of time and love in the relationship when you had not been wholly honest with him. And the more time that passed, the harder it was for you to get the words out. At this point, it wasn't even your fear of rejection because of the disorder, it was a nagging fear that your dishonesty about the disorder would drive him away from you. That would truly be a crushing point. However, as Sicheng began spending more nights at your apartment, it was getting increasingly harder to hide, especially as your mood dropped or when you suddenly began to crave affection. Times like today. The moment you'd rolled out of bed, you knew you needed some type of affection, but as Sicheng made no advance to give it to you throughout the day, your mood dropped. It really wasn't his fault. He had no idea how you were feeling, but as you finally had had enough and wrapped your arms around him from behind while he was washing the dishes after dinner, you felt him stiffen before grabbing a towel to dry his hands. "What's up with you today?" The question was an honest one, but it still felt as though you were making him uncomfortable by touching him. As your arms slacked from around him, a tear sprang to your eye but you were quick to wipe it away as he turned to face you. "I need to tell you something..." Your voice was wavering. You had no idea how he would respond. He nodded for you to continue, one of his hands gently taking hold of yours, playing with your fingers as a soft sense of relief washed through you. "I have Borderline Personality Disorder." His once blank face morphed into one of confusion. "What's that?" he asked tentatively. You sighed. You had been expecting the question but that didn't make it any easier to define. "Its like having mood swings. One day I feel happy the other sad... Sometimes anti-hugs, sometimes super affectionate." You could tell he was still confused, but as he nodded and wrapped his arms around your body, drawing you against his tall frame, you let out a shuddered breath, body relaxing against him.

Lucas:

Books were never Yukhei's strong suit. He preferred numbers and basic information plotted out clearly in front of him. Books were too all over the place with too much information. He wished they could be like websites that gave him the briefest of explanations with a "read more" feature. Yet here he was, flipping through slightly crinkled pages because he wanted to truly understand, and books were always credited with having the most information. "I have Borderline Personality Disorder," you had explained earlier that day when you had ducked out of the way of one of his mega bear hugs and proceeded to slump your shoulders and beg him to give you time alone. You'd locked yourself in your shared bedroom after that and, although you had texted him to apologize for your behavior, you added that today was just an off day, your disorder really affecting your mood. "Well how can I help?" he had asked. It was your response that prompted him here, pouring over books in the local library hoping to find anything that would help him understand Borderline Personality Disorder in the best way possible. As he flipped through pages and learned, he had begun to feel several different emotions. On one end, he felt sorry that you'd had to go through the disorder alone, but on the other, he questioned why you'd never told him, even after a year of being together. However, a big part of him wondered if maybe you had been telling him, just without words, especially because you'd never tried to hide any of your mood swings. He'd just always assumed you were on your period. As the hours ticked away, Yukhei's eyes remained glued to the startlingly dry books stacked up around him, but as he learned more about the disorder and, by default, more about you, he couldn't seem to stop. At least not until his phone vibrated in his pocket and, as he fished it out, your smiling face met his eyes. He answered the facetime request and gave you a tired smile that quickly morphed into concern when he noticed your bloodshot eyes. "Baby? What's wrong? Did something happen?" "My boyfriend left me! That's what happened!" Were you... pouting? "I didn't leave baby, I'm at the library." Confusion flashed across your face. "Why?" "To learn more about Borderline Personality Disorder." A giggle erupted from your lips and Yukhei sure was glad to hear it, especially after reading texts about BPD leading to depression. "Why didn't you just google it?" His mouth gaped open as he dramatically clutched his chest. "Googling something so important in my significant other's life?! That's scandalous! I should do enough research to write my own 20-page essay!" This time, it was a full blown laugh. "You're a dork!" "I'm your dork!" "Well come home, dork! There's a lot we have to discuss!" Your smiling face alleviated any fears that may have been swirling around Yukhei's chest. With a nod, he slammed a book shut so hard it send a loud, slamming bang throughout the library, prompting nasty looks sent his way. Sheepishly, he waved them off and stood up. "I'll be home soon," he promised, blowing you a kiss before hanging up. Yukhei had taken the hastily thrown news a lot better than you'd expected. You knew he couldn't have learned everything, specifically because it varied person to person, but you knew that he would be there for you, even on your bad days. And that was all you could ask for.

Xiaojun:

Dejun was incredibly perceptive, even if he was incredibly dumb sometimes. He could tell when you weren't quite feeling yourself, even though he often didn't know what was causing it. It was at those times that he did everything he could to put a smile back on your face and make you feel "normal" again. He didn't understand how counter productive that actually was. It was really your fault. You were the one keeping secrets, but as the smile fell from your face the second Dejun traded the couch for the shower, you couldn't help but think that maybe he simply preferred you to be happy rather than deal with you when you weren't. Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew he was just doing what he thought would help, but now, especially in your state of mind, you couldn't shake the aching feeling in your head. "Hey, are there towels- are you crying?" Dejun's voice yanked you out of your thoughts and you brought your hands to your cheeks, rapidly trying to wipe away the clear droplets painting your face, but it was too late. Dejun had already seen. He was shirtless when he perched on the couch beside you, face etched in concern. He opened his mouth, likely to retort off some lame dad joke or tell you some funny story you'd heard a thousand times. "Can you not?" You hadn't meant to snap. The words had simply flown out before you'd had the chance to them. His face fell into a pout that you knew you often fell for, but today, it only upset you more. "Stop Dejun!" The pout fell away. "Stop what? I'm not doing anything!" "You're trying to make me smile!" He blinked, staring at you for a moment. "That's a bad thing?!" You sighed, slumping against the couch cushions, resigning yourself to the fact that he didn't understand. Then again, you didn't let him understand. "Just tell me why I'm upsetting you," he begged, all traces of bad humor gone, replaced with sincerity. "I have Borderline Personality Disorder! My mood fluctuates! And when you try to make me smile when I'm sad or mad makes me feel like you don't like me when I'm not always happy. But I can't always be happy." He stared at you in shock for a moment, mouth opening and closing as if he didn't know how to respond. An appropriate response, you supposed. You'd been friends for a while now and dating for several months, yet this was the first time you'd told him. You were about to get up from the couch, sighing as he didn't respond after several minutes, when he placed a hand on your thigh to stop you. "Why didn't you tell me?" You shrugged. It wasn't that simple. "Can you tell me the best ways to comfort you?" Again, you shrugged. A sigh released from his mouth and your head hung low. "I'm going to do some research. As your boyfriend, I want to make sure I'm making you feel better, not worse. So, while I'm doing that, I also need you to tell me if something I'm doing is making you feel worse. Can you do that for me?" His words were sincere, his intentions true. Another tear fell from your eye, dropping against your cheek, but a smile broke out across your face. "Thank you for caring," you whispered. He pulled you onto his lap and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. "Always."

Hendery:

Waking up this morning had been such a struggle, even as the delightful scent of your boyfriends cooking wafted under the cracks of the door, greeting you. Usually, this would rouse you from your slumber, prompting you to creep into the kitchen and sneak a taste of the delightful breakfast. Today, however, you rolled over in the blankets and pulled the duvet over your head. Today was a lay in bed day, you just hoped your boyfriend would accept that. "Come on sleepy head! It's time to wake up!" Kunhang's annoyingly chipper voice spouted, pulling you from the confines of sleep in a less pleasant way. "No," you groaned, rolling over, burying your face deeper into the pillow. "Come on! Breakfast is ready!" He pulled the blankets off your body and you let out a loud hiss, eyes turning to bore into him. "I said no!" He dropped the blanket and backed off, lifting his hands in surrender, but you could tell he had questions. You never acted like this. "What's wrong?" You grunted, not responding, turning away from him, but he wasn't having it. "Yah! I asked you a question!" he pouted at being ignored. A growl whipped it's way from your throat. "Go look up BPD," you snapped. You could tell that he had more questions, but, after a long moment, he seemed to think better of asking them and, instead, made his way out of the room, leaving you to fall back asleep. It had to have been a few hours later when you were waking up on your own this time, the anger you had felt earlier completely gone now, replaced with your normal, chipper self. You turned over to look at Kunhang's side, releasing he wasn't there and the memories came flooding back to you along with a strong wave of guilt. You shouldn't have treated Kunhang the way you did. There was nothing out of the ordinary with the way he'd reacted to your sleeping for. With a sigh, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and stood up, padding over the floors to the door. You made your way out of the bedroom and down the hall, finding Kunhang sitting on the couch, television with the volume turned down, playing some movie he didn't look too interested in. As the floor creaked slightly under your feet, his attention shifted from the television to you and he was quick to shut off the device. "How are you feeling?" he asked. Your heart dropped into your stomach. Had you really affected him? "I'm sorry for how I reacted..." you mumbled. A sigh rolled past his lips as he patted the couch next to him. You made your way to him, flopping beside him, but keeping your distance, at least until he pulled you against his side. "I understand why you did after looking up Borderinel Personality Disorder," he said. "But you couldn't have expected me to know without knowing." With a nod, you hung your head. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I thought you wouldn't like me if you knew I had a disorder..." you mumbled. Saying it out loud, it felt ridiculous. You knew he loved you. The fact that he waited for you to wake up even after how you'd treated him proved that. But it had been a fear nevertheless. "Now that I know, I can help you rather than making things worse. But in the future, please let me know. I hated watching you so upset without knowing how to help." You leaned against him, burying your face in his chest as you nodded.

YangYang:

(full fic coming soon) YangYang's youth was what truly scared you the most. He still had so much to learn. He was so naive, about some things at least. He could make you feel so good, so loved, when he'd hold you in his arms and kiss your head or when he threw himself across your lap and begged to be pet. You were scared that the second he knew the truth about you, he'd leave, or worse, treat you differently. Your older brother, Kun, had advised you to just be honest with him. To let him know when you had bad days. Yet, here you were, hiding out in your brothers bed, hoping practice would run late so YangYang wouldn't see your crestfallen face. It seemed luck wasn't on your side that day, not entirely anyway, because the door to the room opened and Kun walked in half shirtless, belt unbuckled. "Please don't strip anymore," you'd begged. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin at your words. "(y/n)?! What are you doing here?!" "I missed Yang..." "So why didn't you come to practice? You know you're welcome." Your silence was his answer and he sighed, sliding on another, not sweat-soaked shirt, and sat on the bed beside you, reaching out to gently stroke your arm. "You really should tell him," he whispered. "But what if he rejects me?" "He won't. Sis, I know him. He's not like some dirtbags you've dated in the past. And he might just be able to help you better than I can," he whispered. You knew he was right. He was always right (as annoying as it was). "Will you send him here? I don't want to get out of bed..." "Of course," he said, patting your arm one more time before getting out of bed and making his way out of the room. It was a few minutes later when a sweaty YangYang walked in, searching for your figure before sitting down beside you on Kun's bed. "You wanted to see me?" he asked. "I have Borderline Personality Disorder..." The words just rushed out before you could stop them, but you were thankful. This saved you from yourself. For a long moment, YangYang didn't say anything and you were beginning to think Kun had been wrong for once. "So that's why Kun had me do all that research..." Ok, that definitely wasn't what you were expecting. "Not long after we started dating, Kun made me do all this research on BPD. He even quizzed me once a week! I just assumed it was punishment for dating his sister!" A loud laugh fell past your lips. That was absolutely something Kun would do!

"Are you mad I didn't tell you?" you asked.

"Well, why didn't you?"

"I was afraid you'd leave me like my exes..."

"Then yes, I'm mad!" he said.

Your face dropped.

"I'm sorry..."

"I'll just have to teach you a lesson!"

With that, he threw himself on top of you, pressing his sweaty clothes against you as you shrieked, attempting to get away.

"Guys... not on my bed..."

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Blackout - Part 5

Info I Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4

Author's note: Only now realized that tumblr doesn't recognize my lovingly placed paragraph breaks =_= So I'll put some "." in.

So he made her a lemon cake.

"What do you want in the kitchen?" She asked with a crumpled expression.

"Wait for it."

She softly swayed with uneasiness in the door frame while he opened the cabinet doors and drawers.

"I'm not into blood games... and I have razor blades in the bathroom..."

"Listen – nothing's going to happen tonight, okay? But I'm not going to leave. So lie down, it'll be a surprise."

He only found canned soups, tofu, and soykaf*. But baking mix and lemons were flown in easily enough by drone. You could bake it without any fruit – they sure were expensive – but with a bit of lemon zest the cake wasn't just good, but fantastic.

As he sat in the kitchen, beating the dough smooth with a way-too-small whisk, doubts started to settle in. Here he was, skipping the night shift and baking a cake for a stranger just because she was sad. But the moment passed. He saw himself sitting in the kitchen as a child, on his worst days. When his father was at work – or asleep – or he didn't want to tell him what was churning inside him so he wouldn't worry... there wasn't much else he could do than cook or bake. Creating something with his hands pulled him out of the swamp of worries in his head back into the dry here and now. And no matter how bad things were, they weren't as bad anymore when you were eating something warm and good. If she couldn't appreciate that, then fuck her. That’s what he told himself, at least.

But her face lit up like a summer morning. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, she sat up when he entered the living room.

"Aw, what? For me?” she warbled.

Simply grinning in silence, he cut out two slices. The cake had already been worth it.

"Careful, still hot."

Now, it wasn't a masterpiece, but he was satisfied. Fluffy, sweet and lemony, ticking off all of the boxes. The girl sure liked it, otherwise she wouldn't be humming with enjoyment like that.

“I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.” There was a crack in her voice. Her eyes were even more glazed over than before. "Except for my grandma, maybe."

"That doesn't sound right." That bar would be too damn low.

"Mh, no, really. I mean, I did get cakes for my birthdays. But you gotta get one, in a way, you know? But just like that? That's a first.” She wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand. "Thank you, that's really sweet of you."

That was more of a response than expected.

"No problem."

"Where did you learn to bake like that?"

"I have a soy allergy." ...which wasn't wrong. But also not the crux of the matter.

Sighing blissfully, she laid her head on the armrest of the sofa. She kept glancing at him as she chewed.

"I don't even know your name yet."

"Hanne."

"Lovely name. I'm Amanda. Hanne, may I ask you something? "

"You're already at it."

"Heh... so, what do you think is better: Having bad friends or no friends at all?”

"No friends."

She nodded slowly and closed her eyes, her lashes still damp.

"And what if you can't be by yourself?"

"Then you gotta learn it."

"I'm trying to..." she mumbled, "but every once in a while it’s bursting out of me, you know? Like with those squids, when you pour soy sauce over them. Have you ever seen that? They're long dead, but then they reach for you with their long, pale tentacles...“ He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. And he wasn't sure he wanted to know. She yawned. As she reconnected their eye contact, she looked no longer feverish but lucid. "Are you alone often, Hanne?"

There was something in the air. Something... colder. As if someone had cracked open a window somewhere. The question felt too personal – but then again, he remembered, nothing mattered tonight. So he shrugged and admitted:

"Yes."

"Does it feel bad or do you not feel it?"

"I can be on my own."

"The alternative is worse?"

He thought of his classmates. The dates. His ex. He didn't answer. She nodded as if it was answer enough.

"Yes, for me too. I used to be part of a coven, you know?"

His muscles tensed up on their own. Hanne did not like magic. You couldn't pack magic by the throat – and by the time you found the bastard that spat it out, a lot had usually already gone to shit.

"Don't worry, um... 'I am a lover, not a fighter', as they say. And even if I weren't, I'm a lousy Wicce. They soon noticed that too. Even though that was why I joined Wicca in the first place. ‘cause peace is so highly valued there. I hate violence. When I found out that they even let mundanes into the circle, I thought: Great, so it's not important how powerful you are!"

The wrinkles between her brows deepened.

“But the longer I was there, the more I understood that... oh, how do I put it? You know... at the meetings there is this girl and she is friendly and excited and then at some point you notice that she only greets you when she needs something from you and one day she spends hours – and I mean really, half the day – telling you about this witch rival she's strangely obsessed with, you try to change the subject and she chides you and tells you that you are full of shit and nobody says anything when she knocks you down?"

"No."

"Oh, or you're talking to a guy who does look smart and interesting, but somehow in a sneaky, arrogant way and you're not sure if you're even interested in him that way and his wife also looks very nice, but kind of cold – and then he says the relationship is open and so do the others, but then after you've slept with him, she snubs you and he becomes weirdly possessive?"

"No."

"Okay, but... there's your friend, or at least you think you're friends because you're sisters of the covenant and when the important people talk to each other, you always end up on the sidelines together, so you've at least got that in common and then one evening she cries and tells you that the high priestess and high priest want her as their lover and that she should be happy, but that she can't be and you tell her that she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to do and she says... no, I do?"

He swallowed dryly.

"No."

Her lips pressed together into a thin line.

“I… was so torn. I thought: They don't argue, they don't fight each other, they even tolerate all other belief systems, they are also Wicca, these are my people... and one day – well, I...” Her gaze wandered into the distance. "... I don't have a real connection to my Mentor Spirit, maybe because I'm so weak, maybe it was just a dream, but... I took a nap one afternoon and...

And I saw a woman writhing on her altar, bound with wreaths of flowers. And the stalks strangled her and the blossoms sliced her flesh. And she said: I am peace. They sacrifice in my name and their devotion pains me. You shouldn't be here."

She blinked her misty-eyed gaze away, as if she hadn't noticed how she'd just spoken. “Anyway, I thought: 'Wow! Now that's a clear message!' So I left.”

Hanne nodded thoughtfully.

"Even if it was just a dream, your head was trying to tell you something.”

"Right? And why are you alone?"

After Amanda had poured out her heart like that, the question sat like a gun on her chest. Hanne shyly squeezed her fingers.

"People suck."

“Is that all?”, she probed further.

"Oh, now you catch on, but not when someone’s putting drugs in your drink." She sighed, the anger wasn't real. "No. The problem is, I can't be honest."

"Hm? About what?"

"Everything. Most things."

"Why?"

Hanne scratched her forehead.

“Because I'm a coward. Deep inside.” Under her questioning look she caved in. “Who I used to be is still inside me. What I am now, those are just layers that I piled on top. Deep down, I’m damn scared.” She laughed bitterly. "Pathetic, isn't it?"

Amanda slowly shook her head.

"No. I'm scared, too."

“But you have a reason to. You break easily."

"We're not talking about bodies, though, are we?"

No, they probably weren't. The little witch drew circles on the velour of her couch.

"It hurts, opening up, doesn't it? It hurts because you're lighting up the dark areas of your soul that you don't want to look at either. And because nobody can hurt you as much as someone whose heart is close to your own. And because they leave. One day, they always leave. But I think... I think I don't want this anymore. Keeping people at a distance, I mean. Bad things happen to me anyways. And I don't want to be afraid of loving anymore. Or the pain. Because if I don't give any chances, if nobody really knows me, no-one can really love me, you know?"

She understood.

They talked about many more things. About Amanda's grandmother, whose family refused to pay for her care. About Hanne's father, who she couldn't, didn't want to uproot. About Emir, who went to work one day and never came back. About Hanne's ex, the insensitive bitch. About Amanda's ex, the fucking stalker cop.

The numbers on the clock had long since returned to the single digits when she could practically see Amanda's thoughts moving as if swimming through concrete.

"I should go."

"Nooo!", groused Amanda. That she had lasted this long in the first place was, in her opinion, a medical miracle. "Mh… well, alright, you gotta go back to work?"

"Nah, I'm going home."

"Okaaay. Are you gonna take the rest of the cake?"

“No, it's a gift. I'll put it in the oven for you."

"Oh man. You're an angel! Wait a minute.” She rolled off the sofa onto the floor, giggled, got up and shimmied along the backrest towards a nearby cabinet.

"I'll write notes! Or sober Amanda is gonna get pissed at me."

"Ah, and what are you writing?”

“One that she should keep her hands off Tano... Tarnopol, that asshole. And the other -" she grinned broadly at her, her head rolled onto her left shoulder "... that we're besties now!”

Hanne sure laughed outwardly, but her chest tensed up.

"Good, good. I'll put them on the baking sheet so you won't miss it.”

“Goddess, and you're smart too!” She held her head and let her hands fall away in a mock explosion – “Pchoo.” – before she quickly grabbed for the cabinet again. “Today was great. We should do that again, soon. I'mgoingtobednow, wheee, I'm dizzy."

"Do that. Good night, Amanda."

Illuminated by the bathroom's lamps, Amanda beamed at her naively.

"Good night, Hanne."

Hanne brought the baking sheet into the kitchen and attached a yellow note to it. The other he put into his jacket with a guilty conscience. He turned off the light before he left.

* = Soykaf: coffee substitute made of soy beans.

#shadowrun #sex and violence #prose #fanfiction #literature #blackout #witchyvibes

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— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

WARNINGS: light angst & swearing.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: he's one of my ultimate favorite snk characters, and i needed to cleanse my page of the heavy ass warrior content djjfjf.

"you're either a blessing, or you're a lesson. either or, you and i met for a reason."

with all of the gore and the misfortune that comes with your livelihood, it's connie that gets you through it.

as expected, you first fell in love with him for his humor. not for the humor itself, but for how it shed the smallest flicker of joy upon a heaping tower of despair— as soldiers, you needed that. fortunately, he was the one that brought it to the table. even during your days as cadets, connie lived to make you laugh. hearing a chuckle flutter from your core served as a form of therapy for him, and with time, he grew addicted.

with that being said, he does the stupidest shit in order to get your attention. even when you're together, he'll do what needs to be done. for example, one time, he tried to impress you by doing a trick while saddled up on his horse. in an attempt to twirl like a jackass ballerina, the horse decided that it deserved better, and kicked him clean off its back. at the sight of his 5'2 ass being hoisted eight feet into the air, you nearly choked.

prepare yourself, he's a cuddler. after a particularly hard day's worth of work, connie finds solace in bedding up with you, knowing that you're safe, and with him. he asks that you don't tell anybody, but he actually really enjoys cuddling as the little spoon. to have his head pressed against your chest, his ear to your heartbeat, brings him comfort. of course, he'll never detest to being your big spoon, either. he absolutely loves the feeling of you buried within his touch.

^ if you ever want to go an evening without cuddling, he'll be immediately offended. never, ever, ever will the two of you fall asleep back to back. he simply won't have it, it makes him feel as if something's wrong. and if that is the case, nobody's falling asleep until you've talked about it and successfully sorted it out.

at the beginning of your guys' relationship, everyone worried for you. did he coerce you, y/n? are you being forced? has he threatened you, has he threatened your family? nobody could grasp the fact that connie motherfuckin' springer had managed to pull you.

if there's any sort of sour talk regarding you, no matter how little it is, this man will leap to your defense. one time, jean called your bedhead ugly, and connie propelled a moldy roll of bread into his forehead. in the end, a massive food fight erupted, and you were just standing there with your bedhead like 🧍‍♀️

HOWEVER, there was an instance that actually led to a genuine, real fight between you two as a couple. you'd managed to scuff up your leg during the battle with kenny the ripper and his associates, and when it came down to who was and who wasn't going to tag along for the eren & historia rescue mission, connie belittled you to the team behind your back. not because he actually felt that way, but because he'd do anything to maintain your safety— even if it meant hurting your feelings. telling captain levi that your abilities were inadequate for that particular mission hurt him, but he did what he felt was necessary.

in the end, though, levi saw through the charade. to connie's dismay, you came with to save eren and historia. and during the entire journey, you didn't even utter a word to him. of course, though, during the battle, you put your frustrations aside. once you saw your lover's head nearly get kicked in during combat, you understood his intentions, and you forgave him. as expected, he replied to your forgiveness with humor,, his go-to coping mechanism.

"considering how sexy i looked on the battlefield, i knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

whenever his hair starts to grow out, you're the one that gets to cut it back down! he's able to do it himself, but he really likes it when you do it. you're typically propped up in his lap, sitting face to face as you file down his edges. he always loops his arms around your waist, intently staring you in the face— seeing you so concentrated on his hair, he can't help it.

you wouldn't expect this from connie whatsoever, but he likes it when you read to him. pick a literature of your choice and let him kick back and rest his head onto your lap, pleasE. he'll close his eyes, and for the first time in forever, stay still. the only time he and books ever coexist is when you're reading one to him. he'll also make fun of you whenever you stumble over a sentence,, so get ready.

the day you realize that this motherfucker is nearing six feet tall, you're ready for the holy spirit to whisk you away. literally, you measure his height on the weekly once you realize he just keeps gaining inches. that, and when he starts growing more into his face? lawd, take you now.

"connie, you're getting seXY-"

"what the hell does thaT mE A N-"

many, many proposals. none are meant to be taken seriously, which the both of you know. still, there are far too many proposals between the two of you. one time, you killed a fly midair, and he thought you were the baddest bitch on the block.

"marry me."

another time, he swooped you into the air with his maneuvering gear, and as you held onto him for dear life, you looked him dead in the face: "marry me, you baldheaded bastard."

it can be a reel, how many times the two of you say that bullshit. somehow, it's cute.

he doesn't really take basic boundaries into consideration. like, one time, you caught him using your toothbrush because he couldn't find his. it wasn't fun, you had to give him a serious talking to.

he is, without a doubt, constantly prepared to lay down his life for you on the battlefield. during his time as a soldier, he's grown significantly strong— and once he fell in love with you, he's felt even stronger. not only do you give him drive, but you lend him strength. with that being said, you're somebody he'd die for without even an ounce of hesitation. and knowing him, he's probably made that more than obvious.

when connie's village was destroyed and it was discovered that his entire family was turned into titans, you were one of the only ones to actually comfort him. you were absolutely enraged at how nonchalantly your lover's loss was set aside, and although he'd tried his hardest to conquer the grief alone, it was you who sat at his bedside at night, cradling him in your arms as he wept. never in your life had you seen him so distraught. after that period of time, your relationship with him only deepened in its seriousness.

as expected, you and sasha spend quite a bit of time together! after all, that's your boyfriend's best friend. given her easygoing nature, it didn't take long for sasha to absolutely adore you. naturally, she wonders how the hell you manage to operate with a boyfriend like that, but she tries not to ask questions.

speaking of the wonder twins, they love getting you in trouble. whenever the two of them think up an astonishingly moronic shenanigan, there's a solid 50/50 chance that you'll be looped into it, too. one time, they purposefully dulled jean's razor, and when he went to shave, it only ended in him splitting his face open due to placing too much pressure. as a joke, those two jackasses carved your initials into the handle. when jean decided that he'd murder you, connie tried playing the hero, lEapiNg to your defense. it was stupid, and it didn't work. you still laugh about it, though.

there have been several jokes regarding starting a family and growing old together— secretly, though, connie doesn't want them to just be jokes.

he stole a stray cat for you. yup, yes he did. the two of you were walking about the city, and you saw a gray-haired sleeping beside a trash bin behind a local vendor. you compared its fur to the color of his hair, calling it cute. out of impulse, connie went back to that exact same vendor later on that day, trapped the cat in a box, and brought it to your doorstep.

his forearms and fingertips were covered in claw marks, but to see your face light up the way that it did, any amount of pain was immediately worth it.

after the nickname that shadis had given connie on the first day of cadet training, you named the kitty q-ball. 🥺

during the season four era, the two of you share a house. at first, captain levi argued against it— "put a pair of horny teenagers in a home together, what do you think is gonna happen?"

y'all said fuck it, and lived together anyways. it's you, him, and your lovely child, q-ball. occasionally jean, too. some nights, he doesn't want to be alone.

eskimo kisses. during the prepping of every single mission, you'll get eskimo kisses. it's a small, loving gesture the two of you do before heading into the battlefield. as a sign of your love, you'll press your foreheads together and rub noses, weapons holstered and ready for combat. it's a serious tradition, and it'll never be ignored.

and after a mission, connie has this habit of pinching your cheeks immediately after rushing towards you. it isn't to be cute, either. it's so that he can scan you, and check you for any harm. basically, it's him squeezing the life out of your face while bombarding you with questions.

expect supremely cheesy pet names! bae, biscuit, buttercup, baby thing, sexy bitch, and so on. if it were anyone else, he would 100% make fun of them. but it's him, therefore adorable.

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot scenarios #aot headcanons #connie springer #connie springer x reader #aot x reader #connie springer headcanons

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