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luffyvace · 4 months

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HIIII hru !!! may i please ask for some feitan fluffs hcs 😩 i love this tiny man with all my soul

IM DOING GOOD!! YES YOU MAY!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE SUCH A DEEP ROOTED LOVE FOR HIM I DONT TALK ABOUT HIM OFTEN ENOUGH💥💥

(omg this reminds me i’m supposed to be doing the whole troupe and chuuya x male reader- i’m so all over the place but the point is another dabble of feitan hcs will be here in the future! 😋)

also ooc/fanon him since this is fluff :)

tw: death…and torture (i use “unalive” instead of d!e/k!ll)

alrighty so you said fluff headcanons and it’s highly likely you’ll get fluffy feitan if you’ve known each other for a long time (since meteor)

i’m going to dabble in reader that is both in and outside of the troupe because i can :)

so for reader that’s in the troupe first of all no pda

hardly any weakness was displayed besides sadness/anger or mourning (and some funny moments)

theres no need for cuddles during business

unless your like uvo and simply don’t care

then it annoys the crap out of him <3

it’s not like he doesn’t want your affection—just not in public

will cuddle you in private tho

y’all usually sit there in silence or read together

he can be a little spoon or big spoon it doesn’t bother him

he tries his best but he’s never let anyone else so close to him before

if you introduce something to him and he likes it he’ll do it back

because why would you do it to him if you wouldn’t want it done to you right?

im gonna assume you have either a apartment which you unalived the owner of or y’all live in meteor still

he’ll let you choose really he doesn’t care where you stay

he’d even unalive a high status person to steal their mansion if that’s what you want

your obviously strong and have some sort of nen if your in the troupe so he doesn’t bother worrying

although if your like kortopi he’ll stay vigilant for you

even though you can use nen to defend yourself as well

btw if your not a pda person the troupe is grateful

aint no body wanna see allat-

he doesn’t know how to cook or clean and since your both from meteor so i hope you learn or already know how

otherwise y’all eat what y’all can when y’all can

whether you steal a five star gourmet meal or just wait for the next opportunity like a vending machine

i don’t advise you ask for a pet by the way

he’ll tortu£ it and i’m not talking about strapping it down or anything

just purely scarring them 😭

if you be firm about him stopping he will

unless it’s a big scary dog or smth

then he’s more likely to take em under his wing and train them to be vicious

will scare people with said animal

for stay at home reader…. (most of these also apply for troupe reader<3)

i say stay at home bc with his portion of money you could buy anything you want

if you tell him what you want u can get it for free cuz he steals it

but

if you want to take a bath together it would take more than a god to convince him

seriously he sees no reason in it

once you do tho

at first he is on one end of the tub and your on the other

as time goes on he’ll let you lean back into his chest as he scrubs your hair

he lets you play in his hair

don’t tell ANYONE

he don’t like vulnerability so if you tell someone he won’t do it for like 2 weeks

you think he’s never gonna do it again until you crawl into his lap while he’s reading on the bed and ask really sweetly

he’s all yours after that

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY!!

and yes he lets you play with it :)

you get to put it into all types of styles!!

especially since it’s a decent length!

not really interested in playing in your hair

he tries but the rubber band always ends up tangled in your hair

if you kiss him goodnight he will start to initiate it as well

thats one thing he will forever reciprocate

loves your humor

no matter the type

but he especially loves when you laugh at his dark jokes

youve seen him smile before 💖

warms your heart knowing no one else gets this side of him

not judgmental of your looks for obvious reasons

yall got bigger problems

dismisses anytime you degrade yourself

he be speaking facts

”the way your hair looks gonna unalive you?”

”your pimples will st^b you while sleeping?”

no? you goofy goober so why does it matter

don’t argue him on this

genuinely doesn’t like the idea of you being hurt

by him or someone else

dont expect anyone who does harm to you to see the tomorrow sun

even if you plead for them don’t waste your breath pleading you need to be saying goodbye

real loyal partner

as loyal to you as he is the troupe

you and the troupe are his forever commitments

no matter what he could never stop loving you

you guys practically never argue

hes not necessarily hotheaded but will say what’s on his mind and if someone disagrees he does it anyway

thing is he compensates with you💗

if he knows your nitpicking he ignores it but if it’s genuinely something you don’t like he won’t fight it

also he cleans up well if you don’t like to see blood/gore in your place after he’s done t•rturing someone

he respects and listens to your opinions and feelings

would love if your a sadistic person as well but he understands if your not

also if your not in the troupe he teaches you nen

only the troupe knows your together and where you stay for your safety

your safety is definitely on his priority list

truly cares about and loves you

enjoy!!!! i’ll prob come back and read my own hcs bc I LOVE HIM

thank you for this request i loved writing every letter of it♡

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yourclumsyguardianangel · 7 months

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the seven + a few others future headcanons

percy:

becomes a high school teacher

teaches high school marine biology (idk how it is in other schools but when we hit sophomore year we got to choose different bio classes ie: marine bio, ag bio, med bio + regular bio)

also teaches the mythology elective and is the swim team coach

annabeth:

we already know this queen is an architect with obvious inspiration from greek architecture

learns how to make blue food for percy and their kids from sally

has traveled all over the world looking at different architecture

learns the basics of many languages so shes able to communicate with the locals

her and leo team up to build a small school near camp half-blood for year rounders so everyone can learn consistently but dw they get summers off

piper:

love her but shes a nepo baby

she doesnt act like it tho

”are you tristan mcleans daughter?” “who?”

loves her dad to bits but does not like being seen out in public by the paparazzi

marries shel, they dont have kids tho, neither of them want to bring any into the world especially with america’s downfall and the government erasing women and poc rights

is basically leos big sister atp

leo:

him and calypso dont last, maybe a year and a half in they split bc calypso wants to explore the world and leo is very emotionally unstable and calypso has a hard time understanding

they end on good terms but dont ever talk unless its with a group of friends

he goes into a trade to become a mechanic and owns his own shop

starts smoking cigarettes/vaping

his friends dont really approve but they understand he cant quit just yet as hes not in a mental space to do so

goes to therapy with a psychologist whos a demigod that specializes in grieving and war trauma

they all go to therapy but hes the last one to do it

he’s still the ‘happy go lucky’ guy hes always been but as he gets closer w the others they start to see the true sadness in him

piper and him grow a lot closer after jason died and have a big sister little brother relationship

hazel:

my girl stays at camp jupiter

takes nicos place at camp

horse trainer

her and frank also dont work out as a romantic relationship, they felt that the age gap was too much after frank turned 18 and hazel was 15 theyre still friends tho

hazel often visits leo in his shop

as much as leo reminds her of sammy, through therapy she has recognized that theyre separate people and to not push all her past feelings for sammy onto leo

not only does she train horses but she also teaches little kids basic math, science, and history to the younger kids

they all call her ms. hazel

she prefers to teach the really young kids (age 4-7)

wears her hair in different braid styles after BOO

frank:

my friggin HOMIE

i relate to frank a lot personality wise

therefore i think hed be a 4/20 fanatic after BOO

hes not stoned during training or during important camp duties

but otherwise you try talkin to him and you dont really notice until you look and see the far off look and red eyes and he just goes “huh?”

other than that hes a great leader

after he gets his cool new look from mars he takes really good care of his body including consistent exercise and eating really healthily (maybe he has a soft spot for fast food when hes hi)

him joining the military does not make sense to me

he lost his mom to war, and he was in one himself, idk about you but i would not wanna join the military after being the main character in a war

he studies to be a veterinarian for exotic animals

when no one is around he shifts into the animal to find out whats wrong

”dr. zhang prefers to work by himself” “why” “idk but hes always right, if it aint broke dont fix it”

jason:

rip home-slice

nico:

my other homie

my guy does not get taller than 5’8

stays at camp during the summer to train the new and old kids

him and will get a house together

teaches history at the camp school

cat dad (5 cats and counting)

will:

takes nicos last name when they marry bc its cooler

him being a doctor doesnt click w me i more picture him being an EMT

EMTs are hotter anyways

does med training with new apollo kids whenever he gets time

if he’s not busy during working hours he drops by nicos classroom w his fav drink from dutch bros (starbucks is MID) and hangs out with him and his students

#percy jackson #pjo #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #piper mclean #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #will solace #heroes of olympus #solangelo #percabeth

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noproofread · 5 months

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The Swordsman

This is Zoro x afab!reader. Use of "girl". NSFW. Some light choking, and some praise. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, dont do this).

Could be live action or animated versions of Zoro ;)

word count: 1,415

You walked out to the upper deck of the Thousand Sunny. The salty sea air hitting you as you looked out at nothing but blue surrounding you. Your eyes fixate on Zoro. Pirate Hunter Zoro. It almost seemed impossible that such a prolific bounty hunter would join a pirate crew, but you also knew firsthand how charismatic the captain was. You found yourself staring at him. He was training, practicing his sword fighting techniques. You admired the way he moved, aggressive but still graceful. He is very attractive too, you could admit that, it’s not like you’re blind. He’s muscular, his voice is like honey in your ears, and he did make you laugh sometimes. Usopp would often tell the two of you to stop flirting so much but he didn’t know this was just how the friendship was.

You aren’t the strongest fighter on the crew. Truthfully, Luffy only asked you to join because you ran really fast and he wanted to beat you in a race. Nami’s the one that figured your agility could be useful as support during a fight. Regardless, you felt like you should have some kind of fighting ability if you were going to keep up with the crew and support the future King of the Pirates.

You approached Zoro confidently, having made up your mind about asking him for help. He looked over at you and stopped his exercises. “Hey Zoro! I was just wondering if you could teach me a little sword fighting.” You met his gaze and noticed he raised one eyebrow, clearly surprised and amused at your request. “I don’t teach for free…” He said with that low tone in his voice that you found intoxicating. “You want me to pay your debt to Nami?” You suggest, smirking as if you don’t know what he’s implying. He chuckles softly “Maybe… Maybe I want a different favor…” Zoro winks at you and you laugh softly. “Well I’ll be glad to do this favor for you if you do this favor for me. Plus, it’s worth it if I get to spend more time with you.” You don’t break eye contact with him, he smiles and takes a deep breath.

“Alright, time for some swordsmanship basics.” He stops and looks you over once before continuing “What do you know already?” “I know how to hold it… That’s basically it” You smile at him as he shakes his head. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. Alright, first rule is never let your guard down. Always be alert.” He begins to teach you but you don’t retain any information. Your brain stopped listening after the “pretty” comment. “You think I’m pretty?” You blurt out, making the swordsman look at you with a smirk. “Shut up and listen. Let’s work on your stance.” You decide to challenge him a little, what’s a private lesson without some teasing?

“Hmm. I love it when you get all dominant like that. Yes sir.” Zoro chokes a little at your comment before smiling “Good girl. After we get your stance down we’ll move onto attacking and defending. You got that?” You felt your body heat rise, suddenly aware of the thick tension in the air. You played along, seeing how far it could go. “Good girl? Oh… Yes I got that.” You bite your lip and continue with the lesson. “Can you help me with my stance, Zoro? I don’t know if this is right.” You say with a fake innocence in your voice as you look at Zoro, your eyes plead and you see him blush lightly. He smirks and walks over towards you. He grabs your hips, adjusting your stance. You gasp softly at the sudden contact of his hands on you. “There, now you hold the sword like this.” He speaks, his voice softer now. Zoro slides a sword in between your hands, carefully placing your hands on the back of the sword with his own. Your breath hitches, you press your back closer to him as you slowly turn your head to look at him. “Am I doing it right, Zoro?” Your voice with a sultry undertone to it, your eyes meet his. “You’re a natural…” His voice is down to a whisper as his eyes are looking at your lips. The air feels thick around you. You feel him press himself against your back, his breathing is heavy, being affected by the tension between you.

You feel his arousal grow, unable to hold yourselves back anymore he kisses you passionately. The sword clatters on the floor as you throw your arms around his neck. You feel Zoro’s hands travel down your back, clamping down on your ass before giving you a boost allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you up. His tongue teases your bottom lip as you open your mouth, allowing him to enter your mouth. His tongue feels soft on yours, you groan into his mouth. Zoro manages to walk into the men’s quarters. And to your benefit, it’s empty.

Zoro puts you down, pressing himself against you. Leaving a messy trail of kisses on your neck. You buck your hips, desperate for any type of friction as heat pools in your lower stomach. Zoro moans into your mouth as you grind your hips into his, feeling his hard dick inside his pants. His hands move under your shirt, cupping your breasts as you decide to unbutton his pants. He chuckles and pulls away just enough to have room to take off his pants. As he undresses himself, you quickly do the same. Suddenly, you feel Zoro’s hands rubbing your legs, moving upwards towards your thighs. You shiver at his touch as you feel his fingers trace the outline of your pussy. You stifle back a moan, looking over at him. He looks back at you, licking his lips slightly, his eyes black with lust. He lines his dick up with your entrance, deciding to tease you a little bit. He rubs the tip of his dick against your clit, earning a loud moan from you as he throws his own head back. You feel dizzy, desperate for him. “Zoro please…” You whine. He smirks. “Begging for me already? But you were doing so good for me.” He leans down and places a rough kiss on your lips. You buck your hips once again, wanting more friction. The swordsman chuckles against your lips. “Eager are we?” He whispers against your lips. You look up at him. “Please, I need you Zoro…”

“How could I say no to you?” He growls as he slowly enters you. The feeling of him stretching you is overwhelming. You moan loudly as he fills you up. Zoro groans into the crook of your neck. Your hands run down his back, scratching as they go. Zoro begins with a steady pace. He raises your hips slightly, the position provides friction for your clit, earning more moans from you. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me.” Zoro strains his words as his movements become more aggressive. “Zoro…” You moan his name, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from being too loud. Zoro groans, his pace speeding up and becoming messier. “You take it so good, fuck.” Zoro can barely speak, ramming into you. You can feel yourself reaching your climax. Zoro lets go of your hips, bringing his hand to your neck. Your eyes widen in surprise as you meet Zoro’s gaze. He bites his bottom lip as he tightens his grip on your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by the feeling of him slamming into you and his hand on your neck. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” Zoro whispers into your ear as you feel his dick twitching inside of you. As you hear his voice followed by more grunts, your vision gets blurry as you reach your high. Your walls clamp down on him, making Zoro also reach his climax. His grip on your neck tightens a little more as you both ride out your highs.��

Zoro rolls over, pulling out of you and panting. You feel the absence of him as you try to catch your own breath. After a couple of minutes you finally speak. “Hell of a sword fighting lesson huh?” He chuckles. “We might need to make these lessons a regular thing if you plan on learning anything… A little at a time I guess.”

#one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro smut #one piece #one piece smut #x reader

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t3ag3rs · 25 days

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g e n s o - 0 9.

you lay in bed tapping your fingers rhythmically against your chest.

geez i thought this break wouldve been good for me, but i cant stop thinking about the incident.. you think sighing softly.

you sit up as you fidget with the wrap still secured around your arm. "i cant wait to go back to school so i can be distracted from all of this.." you mutter.

hearing a low grumble from your stomach, you look at the clock "its only been 4 hours since i last ate a snack.. i cant eat something else right now again.." you grab your water bottle and start chugging to get rid of the hunger.

"just a couple more hours and ill be back to school..!" u groan slumping back down in the bed.

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you sit quietly deadpanning as everyone speaks about the incident, nevermind... i hate this school- let me go back home you grumble leaning back.

suddenly you feel a slap to the back of your head "ouch.." u grit glaring at the blonde boy behind you. "what was that for?" you ask agitated.

"for invading my personal space genso" he grins playfully, "i dont want your body anywhere near mine."

"glad we both agree on one thing" you remark as you roll your eyes. "remind me to do the same thing to you the next time you get to close- but with a boulder instead." you state smiling as you turn around.

before bakugou could start spewing curses at you mr. aizawa walked in. ironically, this time he wasnt in a sleeping bag- but instead wrapped in bandages from head to toe.

man he must be sweating buckets under there..' you think as he stands behind the desk.

"as you all know.. the UA sports festival is just down the corner.." starts mr. aizawa before the class butts in.

"wait.. wouldnt that be a bad idea after the villians snuck into to our training facility..?" asks jirou as she raises her hand lightly, " i mean- what if they do it again? we'll all be in the same place so it'll be easier for something bad to happen.. "

"yes, but the administration thinks it'll be a good way for us to show that we handled the situation fine and our school is safer than ever," he pauses, "plus this is a huge deal for UA students and so it cant be cancelled because of a couple of villians.." he looks down, "our schools sports festival is watched all around the world; not only by fans but by pro heros themselves. this is the opportunity to show off what makes you unique and why your a good candidate to be a hero. this festival allows students to be scouted as side kicks which therefore helps on their way to becoming future pros." he narrows his eyes, "that means none of you should be slacking off on any of your training. class is dismissed." he waves before walking out.

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you let out a sigh staring at your hands as mr. aizawas words repeat in you head. i cant let any opprotunity to train go to waste from here on out.. its my chance to strengthen my control over my quirk and show it off to the pros..! but.. i dont have much time, and theres so much to do.. you close your eyes and lay your face in your hands.

"hey y/n- everything alright?" asks kirishima as he puts a hand on your shoulder. you look up and quickly put on a fake smile as you nod. "dont stress out too much man.. we have time to train- and besides youre already one of the best students here..!" he exclaims showing off his sharp teeth.

"thanks kiri... that means a lot.." you smile before standing up and grabbing your bag. "eat well.. ill be in the gyms if anyone needs me" you add before walking off.

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as you walk out of the gym lockers and into the main room, you let out a quiet prayer requesting that bakugou wouldnt walk in like last time. you take a quick sip of water before putting on your headphones and walking to the squat rack.

finally..! a long awaited leg day! u think happily as you rack up your weights on to the bar. stepping in front of the bar you reach back and wrap your hands around the cool metal bar, letting out a quick breath you lift it off the machine and ready yourself to squat.

as you squat, you dont hear bakugou walk in since your music was blaring into your ears. you set the bar back into the machine and add another 10lbs to each side of the bar before repeating your squats.

unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were watching you from behind as you squatted (at that fat gyatt fr-). you put the bar back to the machine and step away from it. you shake your legs out as you turn and realize bakugou was in the room next to you.

"how- how long have you been there..?" you ask breathlessly. you fidget with the end of your shorts as you pull the ends down slightly awaiting his reply.

"since you started squating on the machine.. " he replies unbothered, "but im here to fight you." he restates.

you let out a groan, "this again? bakugou- for the last time im not fighting you..!" you throw your hands up frustrated, "your wasting my training time by pestering me with these questions of yours!"

he takes a step towards you, "strength training will do nothing for you during a fight other than make you hit harder. but to hit a person you have to know how to get there first." he runs his hands through his hair, "you cant expect to let your quirk do all the work for you and pass out after overusing it all the damn time.. "

you hated to admit it, but he was right. you were relying solely on your quirk to get out of situations and it wasnt benefitting you in any way. "okay maybe you arent wrong- but im still not fighting you. next thing i know ill end up burnt to a crisp." you chuckle.

he lets out a grin, "thats why we're gonna do hand to hand combat- no quirks allowed. just pure combat wisdom and power" he gives you a challenging smirk, "sound easy enough now genso?"

you let out a low curse as you feel the competitive urge come to you, "fucking.. fine!" you look at him, "but we dont kill each other all right?"

he nods, "yeah, yeah whatever.." he waves his hand dismissevly. "lets just get started" he lets out a predatory smirk before getting into a fighting stance.

god what have i gotten myself into..?

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 next part: pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12

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shimmerwindow · 23 days

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I Never Really

Part Nineteen

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Marijuana use

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To your absolute dismay, it no longer felt right waking up in Sam’s bed. You felt guilty, somehow. Immediate anxiety flooded your veins the moment sunlight hit your eyes and you rolled over to stare at his sleeping form. He was already awake, godlike and radiant with the light of the sun playing off specks of gold in his eyes.

Motions that had once felt so natural felt odd and foreign to you now. You had become so used to waking up next to him, and he would wrap his arms around you, and you would curl your body against his chest to revel in his warmth. The embrace of his arms never came, his hands tucked beneath the pillow. You were wracked with guilt, certain that you should have never spoken to him last night. Tears were already threatening to fall from your eyes before a word had even been spoken between you.

“We should probably talk,” he rasped, his voice still broken from sleep.

“Right now?” You weren’t sure you had the capacity to have this discussion, especially immediately upon waking up.

“Maybe not this very second. But some time today.”

It felt like you were about to be scolded by your mother, or berated by your boss. Your anxiety over this situation ran so high for a moment you thought you might actually vomit, but you managed to hold yourself together. “I’m sorry,” you said, tears spilling from your eyes and your head starting to ache. “For…everything.”

“Save it.” There was fire behind his eyes, a flame you’d seen many times before, when he was annoyed with his brothers or frustrated over school. He was actually angry with you, something you’d never seen before, and it scared you a bit. Not that you were frightened of him, but you were frightened of what it would mean for your future, what it would mean for you. “We’ll talk later. In my room.”

The remainder of the morning whisked by through your tear-blurred vision. He checked to make sure the house was empty before rushing you outside, out to his car, and back to the dorms. As you closed the front door behind you, you had taken one last long look at the inside of that house. It would likely be the last time you’d see it, with its creaky floorboards, chipped paint, eclectic furniture, and welcoming aura. A piece of you would remain there forever, and you knew that.

He ushered you up to his room, though with how high your nerves were, it felt like you were being escorted to the electric chair. You may as well have been – to live without him was a metaphorical death sentence. His dorm had gone through some changes between semesters, adopting his typical maximalist style more so than before. Posters you recognized from his room at the house adorned the walls, and the window sill was lined with as many plants as it could hold, all of them lush and green.

“I hate to say this,” he began, taking a seat in the corner of his bed with his back against the wall. He picked up a lighter that had been stashed on top of the soil of one of the plants, fidgeting with it. “But I’m more disappointed that you lied to me than anything.”

You sat across from him, as far away as possible, and you realized why this felt so familiar. Your positions now were identical to the way you'd sat with him the last time you’d had a conversation of this nature. Full-circle, as always. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry, but…” he sighed, eyes trained on the little pink plastic lighter as he twirled it between his fingers. “Sorry won’t fix this.”

“What about you?” You couldn’t fight the urge to immediately go on the defensive. “You were with that other girl last night. Had you still been talking to her the whole time I thought it was just me and you?”

“No, actually.” He looked at you, and you could see truth in his eyes. “Hadn’t talked to her in ages. Probably shouldn’t have called her at all.”

“We all make mistakes.”

“Mistakes?” He scoffed, turning his eyes away from yours. “Is that what you’d call it? A mistake?”

You realized he wasn’t talking about his own actions. “Listen, I know you’re not happy with me. But why are we talking about this at all? I fucked up, and I know that. So we should just drop it, drop all of this, drop each other.”

“You know neither of us can.”

“Maybe we should learn, then.” You spoke softly, hoping your voice would not reach your own ears.

“Or maybe, we could just…keep some distance.”

“How are we supposed to do that?”

He pulled his shirt collar aside, scratching at his shoulder. Just to the side of his collarbone, a circular bruise had blossomed, in the shape of your teeth. The sight of it made you ache, a feeling you knew would not be sated for a long time – if ever again. He didn’t respond, clearly trying to gather his thoughts, yet failing.

“I’m not tainted, you know,” you mumbled. “I’m not ruined because I…did that. And you’re not innocent, either.”

“I know you’re not. It’s about the trust. You lied to me.”

“You never made it official.”

“I didn’t think I needed to.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And you made it clear you wanted to wait, anyway.”

It dawned on you that perhaps you’d also been the one to put him in a difficult position. To expect him to stay perfectly faithful, when you had betrayed his trust and lied to him about it, was incredibly unfair.

“And I didn’t think about it from your perspective.” He fidgeted nervously, trying to work it out in his head. “It probably looked like I was leading you on. But I didn’t realize you’d go running to the one guy I kinda made off-limits to you. But, also, it was unfair to make someone off-limits to begin with.” He shrugged, twirling the lighter between his fingers.

“We’re both guilty.” You stared down at your hands in your lap, your eyes tracing over the remnants of the scar still present on your palm. A reminder of the love you’d shared so briefly, much more permanent than the finger-sized bruises on your hips.

“Space, then. We need to step back.”

“God, I don’t want to do that.” You whined it like a petulant child, squeezing your hands into fists.

“Do you love me?” He turned to face you, his eyes boring deep holes into you. With the gloomy sunlight hitting him, you could see the bruise on his face much more clearly. His brow was still a bit swollen, the remnants of a dark circle present in the yellowish color marring the space under his eye.

“I do.”

“Then we need to.” He held out his hand for you to take, entangling your fingers gently. “I can’t lose you permanently. Take some time to heal and I’ll do the same.”

The idea that you had to heal from anything – especially the wounds you gave each other – was mortifying. It brought you to tears, though you had none left to let fall.

“How am I supposed to live like this?” You asked.

“When you figure it out, let me know.” He tried to give you a smile, though it didn’t convey anything but sadness. “We just have to suck it up. No contact. I won’t text you, and you won’t text me.”

“No more walking to class together.”

“No more dinners together, either.”

“What if I run into you at the plant sale this week?” You said, a smile forcing its way to your lips.

“Just pretend I’m not there.”

* * *

The two of you managed to successfully avoid each other, for the most part. For a week, you didn’t see much of him, only the occasional glimpse between classes as you passed on the walkways. You’d always pretend as if you hadn’t seen each other. It was painful, but less than you'd anticipated, in all honesty. It was not a soul-crushing sadness that consumed you, but something more like a sense of relief. It was nice to finally prove to yourself that you would be okay without him, and to finally have time to reflect on your actions.

You were able to admit to yourself that you had, in fact, slept with Jake as some form of revenge. It hadn’t been conscious at the time – you'd been so deep in lying to yourself about everything, it felt natural to add another tangle to the web. But Jake had never been someone you’d wanted to pursue, not until you realized how badly it would hurt Sam if you slept with him. Neither of them had deserved any of it.

By the second week, something started to shift. You’d taken the time to own up to your actions in your own head, and the guilt that once crushed you began to dissipate. When you saw Sam, you’d stop, say hi, make up some excuse to talk – maybe you remembered some random knickknack you left in his room, maybe he remembered you still had one of his shirts, though it was always a lie. And both of you knew it.

At the third week, on one Friday night, he texted you. Something simple, only saying hello and asking how you were. You’d told yourself not to reply, fought with yourself typing and deleting paragraphs declaring your love over and over, until you wrote an equally bland response. Things continued this way for weeks, the occasional talk, the random texts, all of it cordial and simple.

Until one night, when you’d had a bit too much out of the wine you’d snuck into your dorm, and he’d been feeling a bit too bold. You’d texted him something a bit too risky, and within minutes, you heard a knock at your door. That had been the first night you’d broken your own rules, and it seemed to be a constant cycle from there.

Space was not something you could successfully keep. Not when you would “accidentally” run into each other on your way back from class. Not when he would stare at you with those eyes the color of Venus, smile at you with a mouth of perfect teeth and pink lips. Not when you would visit him in his dorm, with the intention to help him with an assignment, a code both of you learned quickly. Every time, it would end with your clothes on the floor, your naked body against his, your head on his chest as he held a smoldering joint between his teeth. Today was one such day.

“We really shouldn’t keep doing this,” he said, absently brushing his fingers through your hair. “Probably not good for us.”

You were quiet for a minute, listening to the crackle of paper burning as he took another hit. “But it’s so nice, isn't it?” You grinned, even though he could not see your face, playing the part of the devil on his shoulder.

“Sure is.”

You watched smoke curl up and away from you, sucked out the window by the gentle breeze. Spring was nearly here, midway into April, the chill finally gone from the air until the next batch of snow came. Spring in the midwest was a fickle thing. It was too cold at night to open your window, but you still always did – there was something about that smell of spring you couldn't resist. The buds on the trees, the first of the flowers poking their heads out of the ground, the birds returning, all of it was breathing new life into you. And, with any hope, breathing something necessary back into you and Sam.

It had been almost a month now of this song and dance between the two of you. It was almost as if nothing had changed, but you came closer to more arguments than before. You never fought, not outright. One of you would always back down before things could escalate too far. In all honesty, you wished the two of you could fight. There were plenty of things you needed to hash out, but you never quite could bring yourselves to bring it up. You’d both call it protecting your peace, but it felt like you were only doing more damage. You’d talked it all through to death, your mutual apologies numbering in what felt like the thousands. There were no hard feelings anymore, but the scars still lingered.

They’d started playing shows more frequently as of late. The venues had gotten bigger, cover charges had turned into ticketed events, and on a few occasions down in the city, lines had formed outside. You heard whispers of some guy down in Nashville, something about albums. It was bizarre, and didn’t quite seem to be sinking in for any of you. At the end of the day, Sam was still the wonderful, corny weirdo you’d fallen in love with. Even as you watched from the wings while women and men alike screamed and cheered for him and his brothers. The band even had a name, now. A strange one, but somehow it fit perfectly.

“There’s a show at the house tomorrow,” Sam remarked, his calloused fingers tracing shapes into the soft skin of your back. “Want to come?”

“Of course I do,” you replied. “But will that be…awkward?”

He shrugged, the motion making your head bob a bit. “It wasn’t too bad last time.”

You hadn’t seen the other guys much in the past month, only once, when you’d “happened” to run into them at a bar. The whole space thing between you and Sam had made for an interesting night. The two of you kept an almost ridiculous amount of distance, not even making physical contact once, sitting at opposite ends of the group, barely interacting at all. His brothers hadn’t quite known what to do with the whole situation, all of them glancing awkwardly between the two of you the entire night. Ultimately, they left it alone, knowing better now than to get between whatever you had going.

“I’d have to disagree,” you replied, pulling closer to him.

“For all they know, we’re still on that healthy distance kick.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“You know how I get after your shows.”

“I’m well aware.” He laced his fingers into your hair, absently playing with a few strands. “What is it about that, anyway? Does people screaming the wrong lyrics get you going or something?”

You laughed in sync with him, rolling off of his chest to lay on your elbows, looking at him. “It’s your hands, mostly. The way your fingers move…” you imitated the way his hands would fly across the strings of his bass.

“Really? These things?” He held the joint between his teeth and wiggled his fingers at you. “All calloused and fucked up?”

“That’s the best part,” you grumbled.

“Guess I just don’t get it.” He reached behind him to stamp out the end of the joint, every curve in his body a masterpiece to your eyes. “So are you coming to the show or not?”

You pondered it for a moment, turning the idea over in your head. It seemed like a perfect recipe for disaster. But the days were getting longer, the sun shining warmer on the days it didn't rain, and a part of you was aching for a drunken night of music and joy. “Sure,” you sighed. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

#sorry this one took so long it was so hard to write omg #greta van fic #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #sam kiszka fanfiction #sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka x y/n #inr #i never really #sam kiszka #greta van fleet sam #gvf sam #sam kiszka fanfic #sam kiszka fan fiction

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only-angel-28 · 6 months

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mastermind, part eight

two updates in 24 hours omg...

kinda shitty idk i dont rlly like this one but dw guys the next few will be better😍🙏💯

anyways enjoy this one and lmk what you think munchkins<33

warnings: barley any angst, swearing

mastermind, masterlist

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Beep.

I turn my head to look at the digital clock on my bedside. The red numbers reading 11:55.

Thoughts frenzy in my mind.

Should I go?

Is it a trap?

Will it put the others at risk?

My mind debates with itself for a few more minutes, dodging back and forth as my heart battles with the conscience in my mind.

11:56

11:57

11:58

11:59.

Fuck it.

I throw the duvet off of myself, slipping into my coat and shoes before apparating to Spinners’ End.

Nervousness chews at me as I walk up the hill to the lone tree on top. I see a tall figure in the moonlight, leaning on the tree smoking a cigarette.

Fuck.

Anxiety and hurt flow though me, chilling me to the bone alongside the cold weather.

I take a deep breath, rubbing my hands together in a weak attempt to warm them up and walk to the figure. The light from the cigarette illuminating his sharp features as he raises it to his mouth.

“Hey.” I say simply, causing him to turn around in alarm. He drops the cigarette and breathes heavily, staring at me with an ache in his eyes.

“Hey,” he whispers out breathily, his eyes fixed on mine.

I take a long look at him, noticing the circles around his eyes suggesting he hasn’t been sleeping well, and the sunken look of his cheekbones and neck revealing he hasn’t been eating routinely either.

“I…” He starts off quietly and clears his throat, not taking his eyes off me once, “Are you alright?”

I scoff and release a humourless laugh, “As if you fucking care Nott.”

He visibly flinches at the name. Hurt flashes though his eyes as he looks down in shame.

I sigh, looking down at my shoes and up at him again, “What do you want Nott? Why this secret meeting?”

“I needed to see you,” He responds plainly and adds on after seeing my pointed look, “And I need your help.”

“With what?” “I need to get out if that house, of that group, of that.” He says, frustrated, “I never wanted any of this but now I need your help getting out of it. I know I hurt you darling, and trust me I’ll never forgive myself for it but please, you’re the only one who can help me.”

I look up to the sky, debating his words. I won’t forgive him, I can’t but I can’t deny him of help either. I look up to see his blue eyes trained on me.

I sigh and answer, “I will help you. Not because I’m forgiving you Nott, I won’t forgive you. I can’t do that, you’ve hurt me too much. But I’m not going to depreive you of a better future either.”

Relief floods his body and it’s visible in the sigh he lets out and the big smile that appears on his face.

“I’ll need to tell Sirius and the others.”

“Oh no don’t worry, Draco’s already spoken to Sirius.”

I raise my eyebrows at his bravery. I decide to let it go becuase I’m cold and tired and tell him to follow me home.

“Come on then.” I grumble.

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The preparations for the wedding are in full swing now, with Bill and Fleur arriving later today. The wedding was planned to be in a few months but with the upcoming war and constant fear from all around us, we’ve decided to do it as soon as possible.

“Alright, everyone ready?” Mr Weasley shouts from his place at the foot of the tent, “Wands at the ready, and up!”

We all raise our wands and help Mr Weasley raise the tent for the wedding. It’s beautiful, pale white with lavender embellishments. And its huge inside, big enough to fit all our guests and then some.

I head up the stairs to help Hermione and Ginny get Fleur ready.

“Oh you look absolutely dazzling Fleur!” I squeal along with the giggling girls as Fleur comes out in her wedding dress.

“Just wait till Bill sees you, we'll need to get Madam Pomfrey!” Ginny adds.

“Merci les filles!” Fleur thanks as Hermione finishes her hair with a big smile.

Theres a knock on the door and I open it to reveal Mrs Weasley, “Oh Fleur darling you look beautiful! Girls what are you doing?! Go get ready, hurry up now the guests will be arriving any minute now!” Mrs Weasley pushes, Hermione, Ginny and I out the room to get ready.

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I’ve been avoiding Theodore all day today, at breakfast when he tried to sit next to me I shoved Harry down immediately to take up the seat. I avoided any eye contact he tried to make and ignored the numerous conversations people were having with him, everyones already loving him, especially Mrs Weasley, Sirius and Remus. Even Ron’s taken a liking to him. A Slytherin and Ron getting along? Unheard of.

I slip into my bridesmaid dress and call out for Hermione or Ginny to zip up my dress. Theres no response which concludes me to go looking around the house awkwardly, searching for someone to help me. My attention is drawn to outside, where almost everyone is setting up the last few flower bouquets and decorations. I walk into the kitchen to hopefully find Ron avoiding doing any jobs but am met with another figure.

Fuck.

I clear my throat to tear Theodore’s attention from the tea he was making from everyone, making him snap his head up. I see him looking at me up and down and I turn around before he has a chance to charm me with his eyes again.

“Zip me up will you?” I say, pulling my hair to the side to expose my back.

I hear Theodore’s footsteps come close to me and feel his cold fingers on the small of my back, taking hold of the zip and starting to pull up slowly.

I can feel his breath on my neck as he leans in and I can feel the heat from his body on my back, contrasting with the cold of his hands.

He reaches the top of the dress and before I can feel the brush of his soft lips on my neck, I walk away muttering a soft, “Thanks.”

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The wedding is going beautifully with the odd mishap here and there but its nothing Mrs Weasley can’t fix in the flick of her wand. Hermione, Ginny and I walk up the aisle, waiting for Fleur alongside Bill and his best men. We walk up slowly and in order and I catch Theodore’s eye as I reach the aisle. Something flashes in his eyes as he stares up at me from his place in the back of the room but my attention is diverted when everyone in front of him stands up, hiding him from my vision. Fleur walks up the aisle gracefully in her stunning white dress. Hermione starts to cry and I give her a handkerchief I had brought for this very situation. I can’t control my smile as Bill and Fleur take vows and first dance.

The whole wedding seems magical and is in full swing by now. People are chatting, drinking, swapping war stories or either making out in a dark corner. I excuse myself from a conversation by a dull man, something about the history of transfiguration and its impact on society, and go to the bar to get a drink.

“Firewhiskey please.” I say to the bartender, he doesn’t bother to look up at me as he passes me a glass.

“Hello.” A strong French accent catches me by surprise and I look to my left to find the voice.

A handsome young man, brunette with blue eyes and sharp features stares down at me from his height with a dimpled smile. I smile back and reply, “Hello.”

“I apologise Miss, but I feel as though we have met before? At the Triwizard Tournament a few years back?”

“Ah yes! You’re Thomas, aren't you?” My memory jogs back up to me as I take a sip of the whiskey in my hand as Thomas nods and says,

“Oui, my apologies, yes, I am Thomas. Y/n right?” he speaks in his deep voice, his accent already taking me in a trance the second he said my name.

“Yes that’s right. How’ve you been Thomas?” I reply, trying to flirt with him.

Thomas and I had gone out a few times in fourth year, he’d taken me to my first Yule Ball and we had shared a kiss under the mistletoe, but in all the frenzy of Voldemort coming back and Cedric Diggory dying, we’d lost contact of one another.

“I am very well thank you, how about you? Still so bad at dancing?” He jokes, remarking the moment at the Yule Ball when I had slightly tripped over myself in the middle of our dance.

I laugh and respond, “Why don’t we find out?”

He raises a brow at me and smirks, holding his hand out to me. I down the drink in my hand, placing the empty glass on the counter top and take his hand, smirking as he leads us to the dance floor.

We dance well, joking around and coming closer and closer each second until my eyes catch anothers on the other side of the room.

Theodore’s blue eyes burn holes though me as he doesnt look away. Not once though the many dances and talks Thomas and I share. Thomas excuses himself to leave for the restroom when Theodore makes him trip up and spill his glass of wine on himself and I gladly let him go, planning to talk to Theodore about his problem instead.

I walk over to him and see him drinking a glass of firewhiskey, leaning on one of the pillars, looking handsome as ever in his black and white robes and neat hair.

“What’s your issue?!” I shout roughly at him, seeing the shadow of a hidden smirk on his pink lips.

He sips his drink and replies plainly, “I don’t have an issue.”

“Oh come off it Nott. What are you playing at?” “I already told you, I dont have a problem. Go dance with Mr. Baguette again.”

I give him a disgusted look and shake my head before he pulls me behind the curtain with him by my arm, bringing me impossible close to him.

“What are you doing Theodore?” I whisper, the proximity of our bodies making my face flush and breath get shorter.

His dark eyes dart between my lips and eyes and I begin to realise the situation at hand. “Are you jealous Nott?” I say with a smirk, bringing my hands slowly up his bicep and seeing his eyes dart faster and breath get heavier.

“Of course I’m not. What do I have to be jealous of?” he replies, his hands going to the back of my neck, up to my hair and the other tightening its grip on the small of my back.

“You tell me.”

“Who were you dancing with? What’s his name” Theodore whispers.

“Thomas.”

A laugh escapes from Theodore as he leans his head back, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I’m sorry, what’s so funny?” He gives me a look as to say, seriously?

“Darling…you can’t be that blind.”

I give him another confused look to which he replies, “He’s exactly like me.”

I push him off of me at that and rip the curtain away, now back in the dark corner in which Theodore follows.

“No think about it,” He carries on, “He’s got blue eyes and brown hair, he’s almost as tall as me, european too except I’m not a fucking frenchie. And he’s had his eyes on you this whole time. If you ask me darling I think you’re the one here who’s jealous.”

“What? Of course I’m not.” I say in absurdity.

“So you’d be fine if I made out with that girl over there.” He points to a veela across the room, making my hands form into fists and anger rise up in my chest.

“Yes. I would.” I grit out between my teeth, seeing his satisfied smirk only makes me angrier, “You know, I don’t get it. You leave me alone without any real communication for months, and then Draco shows up with some stupid note of yours and you ask for my help and you expect me to just be fine with everything. Like oh no Theo, you shattered my heart and broke my trust but don’t worry it’s all good, lets go have a picnic at the beach?” I finish my rant sarcastically, looking at Theodore to find the smugness wiped clear off his face, replaces by a cold hard expression.

“You know, I tried to make things fine between us, I did send you letters when I could and you know why I had to leave. I’ve already told you that I’m sorry for leaving, and I am, but if you want to keep being like this then fine. I will too.” he replies back coldly.

We stare at each other with fire behind our eyes, filled with frustration from the person in front of us and I’m about to make a snide remark until my voice is cut off by Kingsley Shacklebolt’s voice, the patronus silencing any other conversations and stealing everyones attention.

“The ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic, is dead. They are coming. They are coming. They are coming.”

The patronus dies out, causing eveyrone to run and apparate left and right in fear.

Everything after the announcement is a blur. My breath gets heavier as I stay there, stunned. I’m broken out of my trance as I see Harry, Hermione and Ron try running towards one another. A hand grabs mine and I look up to find Theodore leading me towards the three, we’re all being pushed by Remus whos yelling at us to, “GO! GO!”. All of us have got our wands out by now and are summoning our patronus’ to fight back at the dementors taking swings at us until Hermione apparates us to a busy road.

We all yelp and run out of the way of a honking London bus, trying to comprehend the last sixty seconds as we breath heavily.

Theodore’s hand has a strong grip on mine as we all walk to the footpath, trying to find somehwere to change per Hermione’s demand. The busy city rages on, the bright billboards showing ads and people walking quickly here and there. We get many odd looks plus a few wolf whistles from a couple of drunk men on the street, to which Harry, Ron and Theodore stop, reaching for their wands or fists until Hermione and I remind them what’s more important.

“Where are we Hermione?” Ron asks, almost getting trampled on by a group of tourists. “Shaftsbury Avenue. I use to come to the theatre here with mum and dad.” Hermione replies, “I don’t know why I thought of it, it just popped into my head.”

We walk into a dark, empty ally and Hermione reaches into her small bag, it engulfs her entire arm as she pulls out ordinary clothes for each of us.

“How the ruddy…” Ron starts, as we all change into our clothes. “Undetectable extension charm.”

“Bloody brilliant you are.” Ron compliments Hermione, making Harry and I smirk as we change our shoes.

“Always the tone of surprise.”

“Come on,” Theodore says, walking up the ally a bit after we’ve all changed, “Let’s go here for a while. We can figure out what to do next.”

We all follow him to a depressive cafe. Blue lights everywhere and its mainly empty, spare the moody waitress.

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part eight done!! like i said, lowkey shitty but done whatsoever

lmk what you think and feel free to give me requests<33

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kingarmorking · 5 months

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"(simba voice) moooom! mom you're messing up my mane!"

i dont know where this takes place in that au but the image Would Not leave my mind so here we are @tharkflark1

There were many things that Yozora expected when he woke up that morning. Training with his dads, maybe going off world with either of them or Aegis and Magia or maybe it would’ve been a quiet day! Just a day for himself to wander around Quadratum. That was thrown out the window when he saw a news broadcast of a monster, looking eerily similar to the heartless his dads talked about fighting, and then the headline stated, “Young man with a giant key fights off the monster that appears in downtown Quadratum!”

So… yeah he was with a younger version of his dad now. Sora was staying with Strelitzia and they were working on a way to get him back to his own world. That he could do. Sure a wrench or two were consistently being thrown into that plan when the younger version of Riku then showed up followed by his actual dads coming back from where they were off world! But that he could handle! Kind of! He was handling it just fine. What he could not handle… was the younger version of Riku in his spirit form.

Now… his pa (Sora) had told him that dad (Riku) had some trouble controlling the form when they were younger. He wasn’t sure when his dad had gotten a better grasp on it so the few times he’d seen the form growing up, he was in control of his actions for the most part, there were few things that he’d do that pa would embarrass him about later (though he would still find a way to without a doubt)

He’d woken up like normal, after that mess had been settled, terrible bedhead and all that caused it to spike up in random directions. Noise from outside had caught his attention and upon exiting he saw the younger Riku in his spirit form. Again not a big deal but the second Riku’s star-shaped eyes locked with him, Yozora felt the deep rooted instinct of fight-or-flight flare up and he turned to run back inside because where was Sora, why was Riku in his spirit form- he was bowled over none too gently by the giant komory bat dream eater.

He felt the rumbling in Riku’s throat as he nuzzled his back and let out a pained huff, “Okay, Riku I get it, you’re happy to see me, which… better than the alternative… but can you please get off me you’re so much heavier than Meow Mori!” he groaned.

Riku, to absolutely no one’s surprise, did not listen to him. Because why would he like this, Sora was the only one who he’d listen to and Sora was still no where to be seen! A chuff of air further mussed his hair and he rolled his eyes, twisting his body to say something else when a tongue dragged across his forehead up to his hair. Wha… oh hell no, don’t tell him…!

“Riku! I don’t need a bath!” his petulant protests went unnoticed as Riku continued grooming his future child.

The only saving grace was that Aegis and Magia weren’t present because they’d never hear the end of it and then he’d be minus two friends. He continued trying to get out of Riku’s grip, only freezing when he heard muffled giggles from behind him. He craned his head backwards and was greeted with the sight of the older Sora, pa, trying and failing to contain the snickers escaping from his mouth.

“Not… a word.”

“But Zozo!”

“But nothing pa!”

Pa covered his mouth, more muffled giggles coming out at the sight of the predicament Yozora was in as Riku’s tongue made his hair, arguably worse honestly, “Riku! You’re messing up my hair!” he groaned. Pa’s laughs were finally too much and he doubled over, holding his stomach. His dad laughing was fine, this was still better than-

“Aww baby dream eater’s bath time by daddy dream eater~!”

Two sets of laughter joined pa’s and Magia’s voice rang out clear, Yozora briefly wondering if he could suffocate himself in Riku’s mane. Finally he got one arm free and he frantically pat at Riku’s arm, “Okay, okay I’m clean! I’m clean!” he wriggled the rest of his body free and made to smooth his hair out. Once that was done he took a quick calming breath, spun on his heels and materialized his sword and crossbow, aiming them at his two, soon to be, ex-friends. Aegis and Magia both froze, wide grins still on their faces.

“Run.” all three said simultaneously, Aegis and Magia to each other and Yozora’s only warning before he ran after them. Pa could handle Riku’s spirit form for the time being, he had two friends to kill.

#kingdom hearts #uhhh #stork baby au?#sure #stork baby au #king writes #i wrote this in like less than an hour #riku at a later point #“i did WHAT”

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yanderefictinallove · 2 years

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Something lovely

YANDERE! MITSURI X FEM! READER

（*＾3＾）/～☆ idk about you, but I love a strong, beautiful, softspoken, wholesome, queen that also has an appetite.

Warning: this contains, stalking, mitsuri being a little pervy, and noncon touching.

TW: stalking, noncon touching

This story is recommended for disrespectful teens like me..so yeah keep that in mind, my adult readers are welcome too

Rated: T+

"M-Mitsuri, please stop." You begged the pink haired girl. You have no idea what happend one minute you were haveing a nice chat with Shinobu in the hotspring when all of a sudden mitsuri pounced on you from behind, and now she is groping you breats.

"Whats wrong with it, im just helping you, relive some stress". You look twards Shinobu for help, she only giggled and had this to say, "My, what good friends you are, im quite envious." Then the incect pillar got out.

"Finally we are all alone." She said as she got infont of me and pushed me down against the stones aligning the sides of the bath. Mitsuri is still rubbing my body, her hand keeps going down.

Oh god, i can't...I'm scared, ...shes gonna hurt me... oh no..."You know Y/n, i like cherries, especially yours-" she was interrupted by her crow, telling her that she has a mission to attend to. She stands up in disappointment and says, " ill be back as soon as I can Y/n, then I can show you something else pink, besides my hair, love you". She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.

Saved by the crow, that could have ended badly. I finished my soak and left for home. For some sleep.

That's all i need right now. Sleep.

When i arrived to my home, i noticed a lot of letters from mitsuri in my house near the window. I shut it for my sanity. I decided to read the letters and all i see is 'i love you' and flirting pickup lines as if she is a man trying to court me.

I shake off the eairyness of th letters but one stays in my head as i lay my head on my pillow.

'Oh, Y/n, I can't wait to taste your special fruit, I see it many time but I wann feel it, taste it , play with it, I can't hold my felings for you inside me any longer,I I have to let you know how much I love you. When i get back im going to make you a special cake, that has all my affection made into it.

With love, Mitsuri'

The most desturbing thing was that the bottom of the paper had some dryed liquid on it. I had no idea what it was but, i dont wanna know what it was.

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I hade just came back from training with rengoku, it was brutal but necessary. For some reson, he kept bringing uo marriage and family. He was way to distracted, but I can't blame him today is lovely. To be honest, i have the biggest crush on Rengoku, I wanna be known in the future as 'Y/n Rengoku, wife of the fire hashira'. Tengen said it was a flashy way of thinking.

Just as I was heading out of the dinning hall, someone called my name from a far. I noticed it was mitsuri, she grabed onto my arm and we talked while walking. But she brought me to her estate.

I felt something hit me in the back of the head, oh no im fading.

...

....wake up

Open your eyes....

Don't let her have her way....

She's winning.....

......

I open my eyes and take in my surroundings, it's nighttime, and i cant move my upper body, i can feel the breeze on my bare skin. I can't move...

"Finally I can taste your fruit, it looks so yummy." Oh hell no, I know that voice, it was mitsuri, i can see under the light of the moon shineing through the window that she was nude.

One thing i noticed was that she tied my arms down behind my back...not me legs.

I had no time to react as she layed her naked frame on ame and started giving me butterfly kisses.

"You don't know howblong I've waited for this, i have watched you conversate with the other hashira about love amd settling down, you look so pretty when you sleep, now i can see it forever."

I started to cry but she covered my mouth.

"Shh, don't cry please" she wisperd as she moved down to where my leg are, she pushed them open and said.

"Wow, Y/n, it's such a cutey, you truly are, Something lovley"

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Hope you liked it, its not as long as my other ones but oh well.

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#demon slayer #yandere demon slayer #yandere mitsuri #mitsuri kanjori #yandere kny #yanderefictionallovewrites

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So…. Timetravel?

YEAH!!! this is pretty vague so ill just rattle off what comes to mind… Thank you for indulging me!

Something I really love about time travel is its capacity for exploring world building in fantasy and scifi settings especially in non-earth environments. Something i always find myself asking when enjoying things with fantastical settings is what the world looked like in the past or what it will look like in the future. Of course doctor who is the first thing that comes to mind since it also has the ability to explore the entirety of space as well as time, so it does!!! We know earth’s history, of course… But visiting things like the dalek’s home planet at different times, and the worlds the humans populate in the future… I find it all very interesting. It certainly branches off of my interest just in worldbuilding in general. Time travel also just has this thing i call “The Cool Factor” which essentially… I’ll assume you think ninjas are cool as fuck. I certainly do its why i watched ninjago personally. Its that. “COOL” not in a like… Bad Ass way but like in the way thats like if you were 7 youd be like Holy Shit. Thats Awesome. a very po from kung fu panda viewpoint. and time travel TOTALLY has this.

It has roots in a more serious tone, commenting on social things and philosophical stuff and such, which i do love as well (such as the original The Time Machine by hg wells), but im definitely more into it for like club penguin and spy kids reasons LOL. Thats not to totally passover its effectiveness for more serious things (another good example which youve probably read in school: A Sound of Thunder by ray bradbury, in which time travel is used to show why hunting endangered animals is bad, and so is greed, essentially) (this is a super simplified summary dont get mad at me for not putting too much thought into it sorry mr bradbury and english teachers)

in my own stories that use time travel (great blue + its sequel, radio relay) i mostly go for cool factor and world building, and radio relay especially is heavier on cool factor but i also use it in a more serious way as it being kind of… i feel like “metaphor” is a strong word, because its pretty literal. it is the central thing for the three main characters, who all have different adverse effects from time travel, which directly parallel effects i see people have from their creative pursuits (ie burnout, overworking, pouring your entire heart and soul into something and hating it.. That sort of thing!) which is more serious but doesnt REALLY directly relate to the act of time traveling itself because in the great blue universe im more interested in what a society based around time travel would look like, and what sci-fi effects time travel might have on the body and mind of the travelers…

ive lost my train of thought! if you have any follow up questions please do ask!

#scrolls #time travel #asks

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Headcanons

A couple of general angsty headcanons!

Characters: MK, Mei, Red Son, Tang, Pigsy, Sandy, Sun Wukong and Macaque!

Because I’m quintessentially evil and I wonder what kind of small behaviours they’d all have.

Warnings: Very Spoilerish!! I don’t recommend reading if you haven’t watched season 3, it may contain slight spoilers. Actually scratch that it definitely contains spoilers DONT read if you don’t want them.

Notes: Some may be a little ooc, but I try to stay true to them as a whole! It’s angsty headcanons, so they’re a little exaggerated on the scale I would actually use them for, but I tried to keep it pretty tame. Not all of these are headcanons that I will use when writing in future posts btw, some for sure maybe but others are definitely just angst for the sake of being angst.

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MK / Qi Xiaotan!

* I feel that as expressive as Mk usually is, the pressure he inwardly, albeit unconsciously places on himself is insurmountable, and after a certain point on their journey he starts bottling up a couple more of his conventionally minor concerns. He doesn’t want to feel too bothersome, more-so than what he’s already convinced himself he is to others.

* Sleep deprived. MK feels like the one who would constantly push himself, despite the better judgement and protest of his body and it’s need for rest he’d continue training long into the night, like he has to be good enough because he’s Monkey Kings successor. From what used to be an early to bed, late to rising— to a late to bed, late to rising. He likely wouldn’t get much sleep, his sleeping in often disturbed by others or his work.

* Seeks approval. Perhaps on a lesser scale to someone like RedSon, I feel like MK generally wishes that others would look up to him as a hero, and really spares no effort in that regard. That same inner need for approval is what causes him to exert himself more than he should for others, it’s something already seen when he lost a ton of hair making clones in order to satisfy his friends needs, if to a lesser extent.

* Abandonment issues. We know that MK has to bite his tongue when complaining about his mentors absence despite the critical time for key growth, but I think the truth lies behind a bit more than that. We know he’s in this orphan limbo where Pigsy and Wukong take it upon themselves to act like his dads because he’s seen to live at the noodle shop and that’s soft and sweet, but knowing he was either abandoned or his parents died must still be a big issue for him as he likely believes the former. He’s largely a super social kid, and his friends mean a lot to him, so having them leave (like Mei), to go off on their own must be excruciating behind his supportive and encouraging nature. He wants them happy more than anything, even if that means they have to leave for a while.

* I feel like to combat these frequent inner anxieties, MK developed a nervous habit of picking at his fingers until the skin around his nails get peeled off. By no means does it hurt him, I just think he would fidget with his hands when put on the spot.

Mei / Long XiaoJiao!

* If we are going to talk about Mei angst, I think above all we should talk about the Samaudi fire rings event. Practically most of her angstier headcanons could stem from it, so I think it’s the most crucial to mention. Firstly it’s massively traumatic, and is likely to leave large impressions on her, physically and mentally as from what we’ve seen, it hurts to wield all that power. It would have definitely altered her emotional wellbeing as well, the idea of accidentally hurting your friends when you can’t control shit must be so depriving, especially for someone like Mei who is so used to constantly being around her friends to a certain degree. She loves the gang, dearly, being unable to reach out to them like before must make her incredibly fearful of what she could do, even unintentionally to them. She’s always been strong, but this is way more than she can handle. She’s not really someone that ever seems vulnerable, but the damage it might cause her physical body and mental fortitude can’t really be overlooked.

* Truly empathetic. Mei is someone who stands up for others despite the risk involved, no matter if they’re a villain or a hero, she’s really outspoken. And while that doesn’t sound particularly angsty I feel like she weighs others concerns in a higher priority of her own too frequently, enough to maybe doubt when it’s okay for her to also require comfort or counsel. Especially as she has to go through more traumatic things, it gets more necessary to have someone to talk to, but she doesn’t want to burden anyone with that kind of responsibility.

* I feel like Mei would have a lot of scars, not any major or life threatening ones, but quite a large amount of just smaller or medium-sized scars. She wouldn’t exactly be insecure about them but they are a bit of reminder to her of what she could’ve done right or done better.

* Former-ish approval issues. I think all of the traffic-light trio deal with this in varying degrees of severity and in various ways depending on who they’re seeking approval from. Similarly to Red Son, her need to be accepted is family oriented: Even though at large she’s already proven herself worthy through using the sword, I feel like there lies a certain degree of doubt deep down if she truly is. Has she really been using it for good? Does she deserve to wield it if she uses it pretty recklessly despite her good intent? I think she would wonder if she’s been selfish with the way the sword is used, as it is an item to protect her family and those she holds dear. She would also likely worry that others would judge her for the way she’d used it, especially if it were her ancestors. Kind of like, ‘She can wield that super special heirloom not even we could and this is what she used it for? Unbelievable.’ type of beat. That’s among one of her greatest insecurities her family could pick apart.

Red Son / Hong Hai’er!

* Need for approval. Out of everyone, I feel like we’re all aware of how desperate Red Son is for gratification, it’s frequently seen from the pilot to season 2. A lot of that may be a bit of a trauma response from not having his dad present for the majority of his really impactful, crucial development years, so he desperately seeks his dads approval from the moment he returns. I think it’s less about ego, (though he has a lot of it), and more about an inner need for affection. From what we know or infer from the show, his parents do love him, actually to a large degree— but they don’t explicitly show it to Red Son in a way that he hopes for. Words of affirmation are strongly important to Red Son because he never received any congratulations for his efforts and achievements and he goes out of his way to spend quality time with his dad even if it means running a small spicy noodle place with him for a bit despite it not being the most enjoyable for his dad. He just really wants to know that he’s loved now because they weren’t always super present before.

* Self-esteem issues. An issue largely rooted in that same need for approval would be proficient self esteem issues, if he’s not properly fulfilling his tasks and assignments to the highest degree— he’s not doing it properly. If he’s not receiving instant gratification for his actions and praise for those said achievements, it’s not enough. This implication that if he’s not constantly succeeding has left lasting impressions on his esteem, he cannot stand the feeling of failure despite how constant it seems to occur. Each minor infraction is another late night as he stays up to correct his mistakes or work on his next great invention because if this one too doesn’t work, when is he going to believe he’s doing well? Are all of his inventions bad? It’s not their fault— he calibrated them all correctly, does the fault lie in him, the creator?

* Maybe a bit too much of a perfectionist. Though mentioned briefly before, Red Son would be a perfectionist by habit, if his inventions aren’t working it’s his own fault, the missions he fails are his own fault, so he works to no end to assure that success rates are any higher than possible— sparing no expense. This behaviour often leaves him sacrificing his own rest time, but unlike MK he was an early to bed, early to rising, and now a late to bed early to rising, cutting largely into his schedule because he expectantly wakes at the same time. When he sleeps however is often changed because of his late night escapades for materials and time he dedicates toward studying and researching new and innovative ways to improve. Often times this means he can go days without proper sleep, though he consistently hides that fact and avoids questions despite concerns being brought up to him about it.

* Very little emotional control. Though calm on the surface, he has only a little filtering or processing of heavy or extensive emotions. It can often be difficult to regulate and he can generally be rather sensitive and temperamental, which helps recognise his sleep deprivation. I also feel like he struggles with complex emotions from a lack of proper social interaction.

Tang / Tang Shifu!

* Low self-esteem issues. Though something that seems like a pretty common theme between all of them, it is a genuine issue because there isn’t much communication between characters to help resolve each others issues. Despite his philosophical and somewhat outspoken demeanour, we can see that Tang struggles with the idea that he doesn’t have value in comparison to others on the team, often mulled over in favour of someone who can do something practical with their skills or powers: of which, Tang didn’t have for the majority of the earlier seasons and up to 3. It’s hard to feel important among the special and unique, where you don’t stand out and are considered lacking in association with those who just seem to be on a foreign, distant level to you which you can’t even hope to achieve even a sliver of what they can. That’s how Tang feels on the regular, and on the off chance he does try to prove himself— it leads to dangerous and precarious situations he might even need to be rescued from. His only importance was that of knowing the history of the Monkey King with his detailed books, and it became obsolete when MK became more accustomed to his powers and Wukong was present to just inform them of the experience with genuine recollection.

* Again, I feel like Tang is just someone who’s constantly talked over among even his friends, but feels as though he can’t even make a complaint toward them due to his low self esteem— as though, because he’s useless he shouldn’t have an opinion and shouldn’t express often as if he should know his place and that because he’s valueless it isn’t his place to say anything or have any input. Though that’s just his own belief on the matter, it’s something he would just hold in, an unspoken inner worry even if the others express their concerns.

* He might be a bit of a sloth. Not in the way he is exactly lazy, I just feel like Tang is a character who doesn’t have the same motivation to get out of bed everyday like most others seen in the show. It’s more that it’s difficult to encourage him to do anything because he’s too consumed in the idea that everyone might hate or leave him because he doesn’t have the most practical utility and he might mess it all up for everyone. He would just be lethargic, like his body is coated in cement from the build up of negative insecurity, heavy and difficult to resist against no matter what he does, like swimming through quicksand. It’s a tedious concept to explain, but if you know the feeling, then you should be able to relate and understand this concept.

* It might just be my own personal HC, but I think Tang is the kind of a character who seems to have grown up a little too fast in his developmental years, resulting in a rather childish personality to emerge in response. A lot of Tangs past is quite the mystery, and we aren’t lead to believe anything other than him being the reincarnation of a certain monk as he starts discovering some of his own powers. He seems like his social needs were a bit neglected, so his only friends are limited to the group: him and his habit of taking free food largely revolving around the idea that it’s the only way to maintain his friendship with Pigsy outside the idea that they’ve known each other for a long time. Tang doesn’t want to be just another face in the crowd especially towards his friends. He just seems like the type to use his imagination to make friends, trying to be super social to make up for some attention he lacked from parents— if he actually has any.

Pigsy / Zhu Dachu!

* Scarred hands. As a chef, Pigsy’s hands are his pride and joy and his bare, most essential tool in the art of culinary. As much as he is a true professional, accidents occur frequently when you’ve got kids interrupting your time in the kitchen with their shenanigans every so often, it’s nearly unavoidable to have a couple slip-ups. Plus years of the art must have a lot of learning through experience, it’s inevitable to have them pretty roughed up no matter how light of an activity cooking is. Only those who’ve beaten dough into shape like a sergeant in the military for twenty years can dare to explicitly say otherwise. But it’s his passion, can’t get enough of it. The scars vary in size and shape, some are more faded and some more recent. His hands are weathered with experience but I don’t believe that’s necessarily a bad thing.

* Extended headcanon of above if you’re like me and enjoy the idea of causing characters you love grief and heartbreak— What if eventually he loses the ability to use his hands in order to cook? The heartbreak of losing what you’re most passionate about in the world ever? I think he would be utterly distraught, especially with how sentimental it has been for him and it being his entire career— he would be devastated to never use his hands to make something again. It’d be like tearing away his greatest talent, a husk of who he formerly was. But I don’t think it would really stop him, instead he’d live his passion through others— encouraging MK or Mei to try out his recipes, regardless of how inedible it might turn out, the point is that his passion for cooking wouldn’t rest even if you took away his ability to.

* He’s definitely a bit jealous of the new father figure MK has adopted, very easily and without much convincing mind you. He’s maybe a little bit worried MK doesn’t really consider him on the same level as Wukong even though he’d been the one to practically raise him thus far. It’s only a natural reaction, but I’m sure he’d involve a certain level of guilt knowing that it isn’t his choice on who MK wants to see as a father figure and he shouldn’t pressure him about it. He just feels that his position of his acting dad might be threatened by Wukong despite repeated reassurances. He’s aware that having such a disciple and master relationship is like a dream to MK but there’s an underlying fear that he can’t be considered on the same tier as the kids idol he’s had since childhood and that it might develop beyond that as they grow closer, casting Pigsy into the shadows. He just can’t convey that jealousy to MK because he’s uncertain it’ll make him seem immature and uncool.

Sandy / Sha Dali!

I apologise if Sandy’s one is super short I’m still unsure of how to go about writing him for the most part so I’m working my way towards it. I’m aware it isn’t super angsty but how could you ever make the big guy sad.

* Okay so my favourite headcanon for Sandy is that Mo, his cat, is actually an emotional support cat!! When he decided he wasn’t going to be super angry about things anymore and wanted to end his old ways of constantly fighting, I like to imagine that he went through several methods in order to find something that could soothe him. Getting Mo was among one of his last attempts and honestly he fell for the little guy instantly and now he’s coping with his emotions in a much healthier way. Sure, he might still have some difficulty with a fluctuating temper, but overtime he’s come to terms with the fact that it’s okay to be angry, and he’s working around making a positive environment that can let him feel things and still be alright and remain rational. He knows that his feelings are natural and he’s on his way to becoming fully in tune with them how he wants to be on his own terms. I think at some point he would’ve actually dyed Mo’s fur (though I don’t doubt it isn’t natural with lego physics) and styled him to match his owner so they could stay more connected and would be able to recognise him if he was ever lost. He’s really turned over a new leaf and Mo has very much become part of Sandy’s little family.

Sun Wukong / Monkey king!

* Alright, I think it’s time we got around to unpacking a couple of things from this jar of monkeys. Wukong has a massive guilty conscience over some of the shitty things he’s done. I don’t necessarily think he’s a bad person, truly I love the character but let’s genuinely consider some things for this particular section under a neutral perspective. We all know of his massive ego, and I think because of it specifically is why this is a guilty conscience issue and not a ‘I feel like I messed up, I really regret it and I should go apologise for it,’ issue. Wukong does not act mature despite his many years of living, (as much as I write that he does xx), he has largely made many mistakes and many of which he has come to overlook and regret as bad, yet he’s not taken any action to fix things. He is aware that he hadn’t been a good mentor to MK, though he is now actively taking the steps to amend his faults, he doesn’t want to acknowledge that his absence left lasting impressions, MK explicitly reminds him by asking why he isn’t trusted. He doesn’t really want to acknowledge his own faults as a mentor. This can again be seen via the fact he’s aware that he hadn’t been a good friend to Macaque either, yet instead doesn’t even reach out to him in an attempt to to make things right between them. Instead, he selfishly just considers him an enemy, knowing that he’d hurt Macaque by abandoning and casting aside their friendship the way he did.

* Unspoken trust issues. Sun Wukong likely has his own reasons behind why he kept things to himself despite knowing how it effected members of the group— mainly being that he genuinely believed he could take it all on by himself and he would figure out what to do later as it happens, as unorganised and improbable the likelihood had been— he was willingly sacrificial. And as much as one would consider MK and Macaque to be the ones with trust issues, Wukong was often tricked and lead around by the nose frequently in his mythology, and knowing that his story is technically canonic in the lego monkie kid lore means that he had to experience those things often.

* Underlying need to be considered high and mighty. Much like the kids, deep down Wukong just wants the same gratification as they do— with them as his opportunity to change for the better, he seeks out that approval for good, seemingly wanting to shed at least some of his negatively viewed trickster titles in order to pursue a better path with their help. I feel like he needs to be reminded and assured that he’s doing a good job and that it takes time for people to change their minds. He doesn’t want to be viewed negatively, just viewed as an equal to others on the most part, and not just some immortal demon monkey.

Macaque / Liu’er Mihou!

* Has frequent night terrors. If you’ve seen another post of mine then you’ll know I personally Hc Macaque to have frequent haunting dreams that plague him throughout the night, greatly inhibiting his sleep schedule and causing some great signs of sleep deprivation on the days this occurs. A lot of it is just memories of what Lady Bone Demon has done to him, or what she could do to him if he isn’t careful and others are just traumatic scenes that have greatly impacted him at some point. He often winds up lethargic and fatigued on the days where the severity of the dreams are worse he winds up having lost more rest than he gained, ridding him of any chance of wreaking havoc for the time being. The worst extent of these terrors may cause him sleep paralysis, which combined with vivid and realistic images can make it very difficult to maintain a healthy sleeping pattern.

* In the last couple episodes of season 3, we see Macaque gets his body partially hijacked by some of LBD’s magic, (arm, eye, a bit of his leg on the right side if I can recall), which I firmly believe cannot be good for him in any way, shape or form. This likely has left weird scarring in its place, maybe some discolouration of his fur or skin, whatever it may be. And if you’re like me, I would consider those scars massive sensitive bundles of nerves and tender flesh that cannot be healed by the average means, meaning that he is stuck with large vulnerable spots where damage is twice as excruciating if he is hurt in those areas. And that eye? How it had a big ‘ol cross? He would likely have some visionary defects, such as no longer being able to see through it to some extent. This would probably cause him a couple of issues with depth perception and learning to adapt to it.

* Trust issues. Alright it’s a bit generic and to be expected of Macaque, but to be cliche doesn’t necessarily mean to be bad, as long as it works and I’m having fun. Macaque does not open up to people very often anymore after his friendship with Wukong ended on a particularly sour note. From what we know, it was none to Macaques own fault— but the damage has been done and for the most part it’s irreparable. It cannot be undone. He’s unwilling to listen to reason and won’t lower his guard to anyone. Abrasive and coarse, he isn’t easy to get close to, not that he ever was to begin with, but lowering his guard is what left him vulnerable to getting hurt to begin with, he isn’t willing to expose himself like that again. Once was enough. He would consider himself nothing short of a fool if he were to let it happen again. Trust is a very fragile concept to him because Macaques’ need to feel secure, to protect himself, is so deeply rooted inside that it can make it hard to accept genuine kindness— most often immediately assuming it’s false or a blatant lie. It clouds his beliefs and immediately places grey tinted glasses over his eyes, he immediately assumes the worst of people because from his experiences, they usually are.

* Like Mei, I think Macaque would also have a lot of scars— he’s lived a long time, I wouldn’t be surprised by the amount of trouble he’s wound up in over its course. He does shifty work too, it’s nigh impossible that he wouldn’t have a couple injuries here and there, because let’s not forget that he’s not a good person and he would likely do some really shady things for some cash. He would have all sorts of scars, from large to small, thin to faded— they’re everywhere, he’s littered in them.

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Terry KK3 X Reader

Context: You work for Terry, and one day you see him looking very stressed. You offer to take him out of the house to help him unwind, have a laugh. And it ends up being a very sweet ending 💚

You were Terry Silver's cleaner, and you cleaned all the rooms of his large white house nearly 5 days a week. As it was such a large place and there were plenty of rooms to clean, you could always keep yourself busy. You first met Terry when you came for an interview to be his cleaner, he instantly took a liking to you and gave you the job within a few minutes of getting to know you, he always had a smile and brightened any room he walked in with his bubbly and excitable nature. As you would clean, he would sometimes walk by the room you were cleaning in and just chat to you. He was always so polite to you and make you laugh, he was just wonderful to you. Even though he was employing you, you considered him one of your closest friends. You knew he did sometimes have a temper, like when he was trying to make a deal over the phone with one of his companies or someone had not done what he requested. But never ever did he upset you or get angry around you.

He was always well dressed, either in his GI to train with some of his colleagues, or he would wear his suit or smart trousers and a white work shirt. He always looked presentable and wealthy...not to mention extremely attractive. You couldn't deny how handsome he was and you couldn't take your eyes off him most days. How could you? His sharp jaw line, blue eyes, cheeky smile and the body of a GOD! You never told him what you thought, because you were nothing like him, he was so rich that money was no object and he could have anything and anyone he wanted. Where as you were someone who always had to work harder and harder for your money, and in the end, most of it went towards bills. Money wise, you were both very diffrent, and the thought of that stayed in your mind when you thought about any kind of future with him. There was one day that you had just finished cleaning one of the lounges when you were carrying your bucket of cleaning products and made your way to the room next door.

It was Terry's office, but when you opened the door, you didnt realise he was in there. He was sat at the desk looking rather grumpy. When you had walked in, it was just as he was finishing what looked like a heated argument with someone on the phone, and he slammed the phone down onto his desk before hiding his face in his hands in frustration. "Oh sorry Terry, I didnt realise you were in hear....umm, are you ok?" "Hmm? Oh uhh, yeh I'm, I'm fine Y/N" His hands come away from his face, and you could see how exhausted he was. "You dont look fine Terry, you look fed up" He exhales deeply before giving you a tired smile. "You can read me like a book cant you Y/N? Ahh yeh your right I am fed up. Sometimes it's just, it's difficult having to juggle all of these deals and jobs. I wish I could escape it for a while. But unfortunately I cant do that" "Why do you say that? Of course you can do that. Take a break Terry, you work so hard, you deserve it" "But that's the thing Y/N...I honestly dont know how. This is such a normality in my life and taking time away isnt something I do, or no how to do"

You put the cleaning products and sit on the sofa next to his desk. "Isnt there something you normally do to unwind after a difficult day?" "Well yeh there are a few but, they dont distract me or stop me thinking about all of this. I dont know what will" Having a little think to yourself, you get an idea. "What if I was to offer you a way to help you?" "What are you thinking?" "Ah well hears the thing, if you want me to help you out, I want to suprise you. So you'll have to trust me, and I cant tell you what it is until were there" He smiles cheekily, wondering what you have in mind. "This sounds interesting, what would I have to do?" "Well first, you should go and get dressed into something that doesn't make you look like your about to walk into an office. Just grab a pair of jeans, or a baggy shirt, something your comfortable it" "Alright, so where are we-" "Ah ah ah! Like I said, you have to trust me. Now go on, get your self changed" Despite him employing you, he loved that you talked and treated him like a normal man, so of course he listened, smiled at you and made his way upstairs to his room.

You had got changed yourself and were waiting by his front door in a pair of ripped blue jeggings and a white top, and when he walked up to you, he was wearing a pair of jeans, a white top and a pale green jacket. He now looked like a normal person you would walk past in the street. "That's better, you look for comfortable now Terry" "I definitely feel it, and you look....very beautiful yourself Y/N" "Oh...thank you Terry, that's very kind of you. Now, lets get going" You both leave Terry's house and get into your car, still not telling him where your taking him. "So are you going to give me a clue about where your taking me?" "Well let's just say it's a place that I think is perfect for you, and its safe to say its going to distract you" He just smiles and sits back in his seat, enjoying the anticipation. A few minutes later, your pulling into a car park close to the seaside, and when you and Terry get out of the car, that's when he sees where you have taken him. He sees infront of him many vibrant colours and the sound of laughter and childrens voices, you had brought him to an amusement park at the seaside.

"Oh my god Y/N, you brought me to an amusement park?! I've always wanted to go to one of these! I was never able to go growing up, I cant belive it!" You just enjoy watching Terry look like an exited boy as he looks the park in the distance, his eyes light up. "This place reminds me of you Terry, excitableand fun, and I wanted to bring you to help you take your mind off work, so? What do you think?" "What do I think?! Who cares what I think, let's go!" He takes you by the hand and you both run, smiling like children as you enter the amusement park. There was so many things he wanted to try, so of course you did. You both went on the ghost train, the rollercoaster, he held your hand as you screamed around too. And once you had gone on all of the rides, you walked around the food stalls and grabbed a bite to eat. You had a burger and Terry had a jumbo hotdog, but that wasnt enough for him. A sweet sugary smell filled the air and Terry practically ran towards the candy floss and donut stand. "Hey! Could I get a candy floss? What would you like Y/N?" "I'd like to try a donut please" The lady behind the stall gave you your donut and made up Terry's candy floss. It was bigger than his head, but his face looked so exited by it.

By the time you had got through half your donut, Terry was nearly all the way through his candy floss. "My god Terry! Dont you think you should slow down a little?" "Nope!" You both laugh and carry on walking and eating your sugary treats. Later on that afternoon, you went to look at the games stalls, hooking the duck or throwing a ball to knock down the tower of cans. But there was a stool that caught Terry's eye, well not the game so much, but one of the prizes. He walked over and he looked amazed at this toy hanging from the stool. "I didn't know these kind of toys were still around" "What toys Terry? The stuffed tiger at the back?" "Its the exact same toy I had as a child. You see, I haven't said this to anyone before, but my mother wasnt around a lot, hence why I was raised by my dad. But before she left she gave me a toy tiger to remember her by. And that's it, right up there" You can see memories flash in Terry's eyes, and even a tear starts to form. "I lost it when I was 10, and I tried everything to find it again, but I couldn't" You rest your hand in his shoulder, even though be was way taller than you, and give him a comforting smile. He smiles at you, then you turn to face the man behind the stall.

"I'd like to play for that tiger please" "Of course miss" Terry looks a little shocked, but over the moon at what your doing for him. "Right miss, there are 4 ways to win this game, in front of you is an air rifle with little pellets, and hear are 5 metal men standing against this wall. If you get one down, you win some stickers, if you get two down you win a small toy of your choosing, if you knock down 3 you win the prize tiger at the back. But if you get all 5 of them down, you win the tiger and a larger toy of your choosing" "Right, let's do this" "Woudnt you maybe like your Male friend have a go? Shooting a gun jsnt very lady like" You raise an eye brow to him and Terry just chuckles behind you. "Oooh, I dont think you should have said that my friend" Terry said. As a result of his comments, you load up the gun, and without even taking this mans words in, you aim at the silver men against the wall, and one by one, all 5 of the men get shot down. The man behind the stall looks stunned, and you just put the gun down and smile. "So, my good man, I will take that tiger and the panda squishmellow please" He grabs both toys and hands them to you, then you say to him "Oh and by the way, you should never judge a book by its cover" then you saunter away with Terry.

"Oh my god Y/N that's was awesome!" "Well thank you Terry, hear you go, your tiger toy" He takes it into his hands and holds it close to his chest, closing his eyes and hugging the tiger, almost like he was reliving a part of his childhood. "Y/N you have no idea how much this means to me, what can I do to thank you?" "Theres no need to thank me Terry, besides I got my own prize, this super squishy panda, its sooo cute!" He laughs at you adorable response, but he cant help but admire you. "Do you know how cute you are when you talk about your little panda?" "I cant help it, I just love things that are super cute and sweet" His hand reaches for you face and his fingers rest under your chin, moving it up to look at him. "So do I....." Just having him touch you like this was beautiful, and the way he looked at you was hypnotic. Then leaned down and pressed his large and softly inviting lips onto yours. He was an incredible kisser, and as he kissed you deeper, it was so amazing that it made you feel like you were floating. You had never been kissed this sweetly before, and you couldn't get enough of it. When you both pull away, his eyes never left yours. "Well, that was certainly a nice way to say thank you" "I'm glad you think so Y/N. Why dont we head back to my house?" "Did you want me to get back to cleaning?" You ask as you giggle. "No baby, I want to show you how thankful I am to you...in many other ways....."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #terry silver x reader

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mnoa · 2 years

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apology (childe n reader)

SOME GODSENT ANGEL REQUESTED THIS AND I AM ROLLIING ON MY BED THIS IS SO CUTE 😩😩 also u wont believe but this is the 9TH DRAFT OF THIS MONTH . anyway I DONT KNOW ANYTING ABOUT MAFIA SO IF THAT ONE ANONYMOUS PERSON IS PART OF SOME MAFIA PLEASE DONT HURT MY FAMILY 😭

also mentions: guns and blood and all that stuff so please don't read if sensitive to those stuff!

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"You did what?" Childe was pissed. How could a fatui, well and hard trained fighters, mess up this bad?

"I didn't mean it boss! I-!" A fatui spoke before a loud gun shot echoed through-out the large room.

"This fucker. " Childe scoffed as he picked up he body of the now dead fatui, laying on the floor still attached to the chair. He was gripping onto the scalp of the poor boy so hard, it looked like it was about to rip off.

"Hey, you didn't have to do that.." Another fatui worker broke the silence, slowly approaching Childe.

He quickly pulled the gun out again and pointed it to the worker's head.

"Take a step closer and you're next." He threatened. "Oh.. okay, Boss..." The terrified fatui stepped away slowly as Childe picked up the body and started shooting it even more. "Fuck!" Childe screamed as he threw the gun on the dead body covered in bullet holes and blood.

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Time skip 4 hours into the future !

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"Darling, I'm home" Childe sighed as the opened the door and immediately sat on the couch.

"Ah, ah, ah! Remember the rule we have! Go get changed and then you can sit and lay around. " You hurried as he stood up.

"Fine, fine! You're lucky I love you. If I didn't, I'd blow your head off." He teased.

"We all remember the last time you joked about that, don't we?" You looked over your shoulder to see him picking up his stuff.

"No, I don't" He annoyingly responded. He absolutely knew what happened last time. He joked about blowing your head off if he didn't love you, which ended him sleeping on the couch for 3 nights straight.

"Just get changed. I'll finish up your food." You laughed at him as he entered your bedroom.

A few minutes pass and he finally steps out in his usual home clothes. His hair was all wet and he smelled like mint.

"Wow. You smell great." You spoke in awe as you took off your apron and sat at the dining area.

"Thanks. It's the one you got me, actually." He smiled.

"Isn't it expired? I bought that when we got home from our honeymoon." You asked, handing him chopsticks only to remember his inability to use them. So you take it back and offer him a spoon and fork instead.

"I'll... have to check on that.." He trailed off.

You both finished eating and he said he would do the dishes. You didn't complain and dropped yourself on the couch. After Childe had finished washing the dishes, he walked into the living room, where you were laying. "Come, sit" You spoke as you sat down and pat the seat beside you.

"So, how was work? I noticed you don't seem like yourself. You're usually clingy when you get home. Aaannd usually fall asleep as soon as you fall onto the bed. What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" You asked, taking his hand. "You can talk to me, you know that right? I'm your wife, so don't be ashamed or worried. I'll listen and try my best to understand.".

"Well.. A worker from work just fucked something up. Like, really bad." He responded as he fiddled with your fingers.

"What did they do?"

"He 'accidentally' caused some big fucking fight causing the police to have suspicions related to us." He scoffed, annoyed just by thinking about it.

"What did you do to him...?" You got worried. This isn't the first time Childe got pissed and hurt someone badly.

"I just blew his head off." He laughed, proud of himself.

"WHAT?!" You screamed in disbelief.

"Don't worry about him, love. I told the other guys to just say he got run over or something. The fish in the river will eat his corpse. It's all fine." He continued, still somehow proud of what he did.

"I don't care if his body gets found or not. We had a rule about this! And you promised that you wouldn't break it anymore!" You stood up in anger.

"Don't worry! I told you!" He answered back.

"Don't talk to me. I'll be waiting for your apology in the room. Don't even think about bribing me. I promise you, it won't work." You angrily stomped to your room.

"Wait, no! I'm sorry, okay?" He stood up, following you. As soon as he caught up with you, he grabbed your arm.

"I don't think I'm the one you're supposed to say sorry to. Tomorrow, we're cancelling our dinner and spending the day with the fatui." You sternly said. "And I am not accepting no for an answer."

"But-! I spend the whole day with them already! I had stuff planned for tomorrow!" He complained like a little child(e).

"Maybe you should've thought of the consequences before doing it. Well, my decision is final." You replied.

"W-Who's money are you gonna use, huh? Mine? Pfft!" He laughed.

"Hah, not a chance. I'm not that dependent on you, ya know? I have my own money and I'm deciding to use it on the fatui." You smirked.

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timeskip to night bed time

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"Hey, darling?" Childe shyly asked as he pat your shoulder to wake you up.

"Hm? What is it?" You said with a groggy voice.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to have such a bad temper. I'm sorry for complaining. You're right, I should apologize." He pouted, finally feeling guilty of what he had done.

"Don't worry, love. Tomorrow, wake up bright and early so we can prepare. I promise it'll be fun. Good night." You kissed him goodnight and you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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edit: i kinda grew lazy w writing bc my life is full of bullshit and i dont think thats very fun to write about (sometimes)🤯 🤯 and im also obsessing over some other thing besides genshin so like ya 😋 thank u for reading <333!!

#genshin #mona #childe #genshin impact #fatui #mafia #y/n #tartaglia #genshin x you #story #writer #mona genshin impact #kiseatories

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rottingsparrow · 2 years

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Part 4! Of rereading Lore Olympus. Ep 31-40

Gotta be real I keep forgetting to post these even tho I'm reading them but it's fine. Obviously I won't finish before the end of the 2 week break (this Saturday) but after this I may start reviewing episodes as they come out, who knows. Last part:

Ep 31

Theres so many other reasons you shouldnt work together but ok

Also shes literally so smart right like thats canon

Artemis is cool hera,,,sometimes

Which two sons i wish i knew the lo family tree as opposed to the real one yknow

How do heras powers work she felt her pain but doesnt know who??

I would kill for a comprehensive list of family tree and powers, dont even have to spoil powers just please i get so confused

Ep 32

Train ur fuckin dogs hades i think ive said that before

He changed skin color again but like not just light vs dark thats a whole diff shade of blue

Hehe threaten low class workers so cute and quirky hades

Why is uh psyche/whatever her nymph name is wearing more traditional clothes while not in the mortal realm

Love the dog

Hades has a point, even tho it makes no sense for him to have said that

Ok also point out in the like future episode he wants persephone to call him Aidoneus but doesnt like when others do it why

Thats my same thing with him calling her Kore like i know in the future its like explained or whatever but idk

Aphrodite has a point it was a favor in a way

A dumb way but yknow

I remember everyone losing it over the “im only interested in the dead ones” panel but looking at it its so lame LMAO changed his entire face shape for a panel

Ep 33

HECATE HECATE WOOOO

Im but a simple man

Hades texts like an old man i know he is one but

Also i am dying to know how his business works including as the god of the underworld like. Give me something

Then again, maybe i am a lil dumb when it comes to this

I always thought he was giving the little elevator friend a sugarcube lmao

I like how minthes ears react to her emotions

Stop fighting at work omg this would be the worst place to work at

“Hey can u do ur job”

Ep 34

Why this subplot ugh

The crown floats yet is sideways after she hits him

Also haha hitting

Also their relationship does confuse me just a tad bit yknow

All the clues were there hades you dumbass

“Cancel all my meetings” DO YOUR JOB

“This doesnt affect you in the same way” cause hes a man or a king or both but also kings seemed to get treated the same by their subjects until they are dicks and excute their power

From what ive seen

Then again we havent seen poseidon do that but that brings me to the point of I wanna see poseidon realm

thats . so creepy hades ew

“Smth must be done about this” like fair legal action right?....right?

Who reads newspapers these days anyways wait a second

Ep 35

See the laptop having news makes more sense like sure we make newspapers but ppl dont use em as often

“Biochemistry Theory” fun fact I switched majors to specifically avoid taking chemistry

What are they typing he just started speaking

What type of nymph is thetis bc i know minthe is a river nymph but thetis has fancy ears

They are so mean to each other lmao

The financial situation and the fact that they both are like sleeping with the kings confuse me why do both of them do it.

Like retrospectively i understand it but when i first read it i was like “are nymphs supposed to be like hookers??” so i was lost for a bit

“Hades micromanages computer usage” oh what a shit boss

Also the meal ticket she has a job sure hades gave it to her but

Idk maybe im slow

What an awful way to do a heart shape i just tried it wtf

“Crying is for wives” damn

Yes body issues that dont get brought up again right? Like she all of a sudden gets bigger boobs and i dont think hades pays ppl enough for cosmetic surgery

You guys know this is a work setting

Has rachel ever had a job bc this feels like a comical trope seen on tv the workplace drama yknow

LMAO IN THE LAST PANEL RACHEL FORGOT TO GIVE HER NYMPH EARS

Like fully normal ears i know its a mistake but its funny

Ep 36

“Not my circus not my monkeys” queen

Hades is it not your circus how dont involve hecate in this

“Stop starin at me with them big ol eyes”

Oof that does not look good on you, i mean why didnt you give her the coat

“I thought you didnt get jealous” ok she may have said that but literally everything about her contradicts that

And i love this part bc he doesnt call her crazy and they talk, i mean he hides some of the truth which like fuck him, and then they try to talk about the party and

Ugh i know minthe is supposed to be an antagonist but rachel does this weird thing where she tries to flesh her out, then realizes it would be an easy set up for a redemption arc and screws her over again

I know the ppl in the mortal realm are generally frightened of hades but why are ppl in olympus

“I wouldnt expect anything less from a goddess” so we are going to bring in the racism/speciesism that occurs in this story right

Its the middle of the day isnt he supposed to be in the mortal realm moving the sun or some shit

Ep 37

“Last night” Rachel its ok to space things out sweetie

Ok ok so one thing i hate about her characterization of apollo is he goes from being delusional to knowing what he did was at least slightly wrong and i hate both are fine stories but pick one he either is so infatuated with persephone that he thinks that they had a great time or he wants her for her power

And! A transition from one to the other would be fine, but she goes back in forth in his characterization

Little red vines look cool

Hehe cerberus

How did he escape tho

I love that dog

Ep 38

Oh its the greenhouse again

But this time it represents the evil feeling?

Idk but i like eye symbolism im lame lol

Why was she sleeping in the chair

When did she get those clothes i dunno if eros would buy her business casual

Artemis really sees all the signs and then goes “meh”

Like points out the possible crush on persephone just connect the dots they are so close

Why is there not more than one door

Why is no one getting off

How does rachel think train stops work

Ep 39

Also not thatanos with an undercut lmao

Ope its thanatos i mixed it up

Also minthe you just actively arent doing a good job like lmao how are you not getting fired

Hades smoking a cigar is so old and gross tbh

What an awful boss

That man has a point dont stand infront of the door

She gave her a little flower nice

Minthe i know ur being spiteful, weird bc hades explained shes just the daughter of a friend( i know its a lie but still) but just do your job

“It says restricted access but that lady says it was fine” i would just wait until someone came out theres no reason to go inside

Ep 40

Why would they not have a lock on this place actually

Why wouldnt she just leave the way she came

When did hades put on his glasses

How is it hades fault what

So many questions yknow for such a short episode

Also does this place not have security cameras in places that are tartarus

#anti lore olympus #lore olympus #my opinion #random thoughts #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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pansyfemme · 1 year

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Oh also this isn't like. An ask but you could maybe share your favorites from being on T (if wanted!), but when I finally do start it I am literally so fucking excited for the "rat stache" so many trans guys get. I already *have* one kinda (it's more seeable when up close but it's there!) and like, my friend said too he thinks I'll really rock it when it grows in 8).

Also I so excited for tdick, unwell about tdick but like. That's a given. I wear the fact I'm a tdick lover on my sleeve <3

Oh absolutly!!

I will say i had mixed feelings on my "rat stache" when it first started lol. Well. more like, i liked it, my brother made constant fun of it until i started shaving constantly until he moved out. But around yr 3 on t, my beard and mustache came in so strong i kinda just wanted to see how far i could go with it lol!! I've been growing it out since august at this point, so its def the longest it's ever been, but considering just how hairy ive gotten over the past year, it probably could get a little longer. at this point im not sure if i like the beard or if it's just a get out of misgendering free card lol! But it's pretty reliable for that at least. (still get misgendered like once a day, but yknow. whatever at this point.)

I'm a proud tdick lover myself, so its probably my fave change? i don't need to go into detail bc i dont think ppl want to hear that TBH but i think i'm a little smaller than average and i still feel pretty affirmed with my growth! it's complicated bc im thinking of looking into metoidoplasty in the future so im not rlly all too concerned with my growth considering i'm gonna end up getting surgery anyways but i think ppl underestimate how much it does for bottom dysphoria. It changes the way you view your lower half a bunch!

As for my voice, i think its.. ok? i know you guys probably haven't rlly heard it before but it is what it is. Definitly flamingly queer and gravely in that typical t voice style. It's not suuuper low, not always enough to pass over the phone, but usally enough that people don't question it combined with my appearance. It's the kinda voice where those in the know spot that im trans just from hearing it, but those who aren't trained to the art of recognizing t voices probably just think im a gay dude, which i am.

Even though i enjoy dressing hyperfemininly, i've started to really appriciate my build when im just wearing tank tops and jeans. My dad told me i look so much like queer guys in the 90's dressed like that, which was a confidence boost LMAO. Fat redistribution was hard to visualize when i first heard about it, but it definitly happens. Most of the fat in my hips moved to my stomach and ass, and while it isnt a lot, it's def way more masc than it was before. I never was a particulaly curvy person, just large chested, but my build now is considerably more masculine, paired with top surgery.

My hands also got a bit bigger! tho it's not like. a huge difference and my hands r pretty chubby and not very masculine, it was something ppl around me noticed. not rlly sure how that happened but i was pretty young when i started so who knows!

I will say that my body and face are enough that i dont feel like i need any surgeries on them at this point in time. im not happy with my jawline, but i know a sharp one would look unatural considering my weight so, eh. I'm not against the concept of facial masculinization or body sculpting or whatever but the truth is i just. don't think those surgeries are made for my body type. I may be wrong, but a lot of the surgeries i see for masculinzing torsos need flat stomachs to work well, so im just eh on getting surgeries that im not sure would look natural on me. I have a few more surgeries planned but in all honesty im not certain on the path of my transition past those. I would like a hysterectomy as soon as possible, any maybe if i can, a minor bottom surgery procedure at the same time. I've thought of phallo possibly in the future, but likely not until im out of school at least. but even thats pretty up in the air. and who knows? i could change my mind and get facial masculization or go off t or do whatever, im just not really certain yet, and feel no need to rush into it. Something ive been thinking about a little lately is how i don't think i want to go stealth, but it's kinda nice when people don't know me immediatly as a trans dude, something im just starting to expereince. I never want to be closeted, but sometimes its nice to know im being viewed 100% as a guy, yknow? It's so hard to gauge when cis people actually see me as a man when they know im trans, it's just.. nice to not worry about that sometimes. I think as you get further on t, your ideas of how you want to be viewed change a lot. I never thought i'd be hairy, i thought that wasn't something i'd face, but im not mad that i am. I don't think it makes me any less of a femme. I've also, as i mentioned, become more comfortable with the concept of dressing femme in mens clothes. I didn't know that id still come off as gay and femme when i dressed in just a tshirt and jeans, but i do, it's kinda wild! this has become kinda rambly but i really have valued these past 4 years on t, it's been a whirlwind, truly.

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