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#I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND HEIGHTS SO I COULD DRAW MYSELF HOLDING SOMETHING OVER ONE OF THEIR HEADS AND MAKING FUN OF THEM BEING SHORT
ozzgin · 2 months
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I can't get your yakuza headcanons out of my mind, Daitou's got me in a chokehold and I'm not complaining, like--
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in regards to that doodle you made to show height difference between reader and the boys [I love your art btw (●♡∀♡)] - I can't picture myself in reader's style, I'm currently going through my goth phase in my 20s lmao; picture a big bitch with tattoos and messy hair who's listening to nothing but 2000s hits and screamo bands - so I'd like to request a headcanon of how Daitou would react to a gender-neutral reader like this :D I also like to incorporate the idea of them once being in a famous band that he's a fan of! (sorry if this seems like a lot, I have a huge imagination hehe)
but if he's more into the cute and helpless type, I'll just walk my ass out the door and yeehaw my way into another yandere's arms ✌😔
That's on me for not drawing the reader inserts as cartoonish cinder blocks :') In truth I'm a little bit embarrassed seeing how many likes that doodle has gotten, it was something I put together in a hurry and the clothing was meant to be baggy, shapeless, with not too many folds for the sake of simplicity. I myself am more of a pilgrim goth, just to emphasize the randomness of the choice.
Drawing reader inserts always leaves me a little anxious. If I use a light shade of gray, will people think I'm excluding poc? Will plus sized readers feel like they've been disregarded? What about masculine readers? As someone who's demiromantic I always struggle taking appearance or gender into consideration, because to me it has no influence whatsoever. Which is hard to express when you want to offer blank slate visuals as an extra to the story.
What I'm trying to say is that all of my characters would like you for who you are. Sure, they find your looks cute, but it's not the defining reason. Maybe you have similar traits to them, maybe you're the complete opposite and they find it intriguing. You could be a buff man and Daitou would be just as grateful to have someone who isn't afraid of him. I usually stick to a female reader for bigger stories to avoid messing it up long term, but in the grand scheme of things it makes no difference. I always imagine reader to be a shapeless blob that provides the dialogue I need for the story mood. There's no concrete preference or type for any of my OCs. I mean, ideally you'd like them back and not hang them upside down above a BBQ pit but I feel these are sensible requirements (?).
And now for the actual headcanons since my ramble is over.
First encounter is comically awkward but for reasons you’re unaware of yet. You’re obviously used to people staring at you (more so in a country like Japan), so you were expecting the curious glance every now and then. On the other hand, being under scrutiny, from a man even more unusual looking than you at that, is odd. Mildly uncomfortable. You’re shifting yourself from one leg to another, hoping to be done with the introductions soon.
On his end, Daitou is anxiously fidgeting and trying his best to focus. He’s seen this face before and he can’t shake off the familiar feeling. Where the hell…He obviously can’t downright gawk at you, and he isn’t sure how to politely formulate a question. After several sheepish peeks, it finally dawns on him: weren’t you part of that band he really likes? No, what would the chances be? Then again, how many people out there would look exactly like you? Is it rude to ask? He has no idea. He resumes his mumbled description of the apartment and hands you the papers to be signed.
Back at his place, he finally digs through his merch and sprawls out the available clues. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of music”, Kazuya comments as he looks over the man’s shoulder. He’d come over to ask about the new tenant. “I’m pretty sure it’s them.” He concludes, confidently placing his index over a CD cover. “Huh? Who? The tenant?” Kazuya holds back his chuckle. “Why would a celebrity show up for a shady apartment offer? You’re tripping, man.”
“I’m sorry, this is getting ridiculous.” You finally exclaim, annoyed by the persistent stares of the now two men facing you. You’re standing in front of the apartment building, arms crossed, huffing at the tall scarred man and his blonde friend. “No, I’m sure of it. Even the tattoo is the same.” Daitou turns to whisper to Kazuya, oblivious to your complaints. In turn, Kazuya lightly elbows him, mouthing something about being rude. “Just ask them, man.” He adds, this time louder. “Ask me what??” You groan. “W-were you…um…in this band by any chance?” Daitou manages to blurt out, searching his pocket for the CD case and ceremoniously laying it under your eyes.
Ah. It finally clicks and you exhale, relieved. You confirm their suspicions and show them some backstage photos to solidify your claim. You ask Daitou if he wants an autograph or something, then swiftly scribble your signature on a piece of paper and hand it out to him. He holds it with a wide, childish grin. “You’re a weird one, you know? You could’ve just asked. I guess I didn’t expect to find a fan in the wild, especially here.” Daitou carefully folds the souvenir, eyes lidded with nostalgia. “Oh yes, it’s great. Drowns out the screams.”
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wheredafandomat · 11 months
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The Royal Ruse 👑
Prince! Loki x Asgardian reader
18+ | this fic contains angst, some sort of bad word probably, little bit of a slow burn. Also, there may be some kissin in this chap 🥰😂
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“AAAAAHHH!” You exclaimed, surprised as you opened your eyes to be met by Loki who was regarding you suspiciously before you moved your head backwards.
“You know you snore in your sleep.” Loki spoke nonchalantly as he stood back up to his full height whilst you stopped cowering on the other side of the bed. “A lot I might add.”
“Why were you just in my face like that?” You questioned, catching your breath back.
“I was wondering whether there was a problem with your airways so I took it upon myself to check” Loki smiled proudly “you’re welcome by the way” he continued, his smile falling “I can’t have my ticket to kingdom dying now can I?”
“Thanks.” You sneered.
“Anyways, now that you’re finally awake, we can go for breakfast.” He clapped.
“But what am I to wear?” You asked, gesturing to his tunic you still had on.
“It would be rather daring to have you walk about the palace wearing my clothes” he smirked, eyes quickly running over the material covering your body “but I’ve already arranged something” he finished excitedly, meeting your eyes again before the door knocked. “Come in.” He answered before the door opened, half a dozen ladies walking in all holding some kind of object or material.
“Good morning, your highness.” They all bowed to Loki before turning their attention to you “and to you your grace.”
“Y/n’s fine.” You squeaked in response.
“Have you ladies come to dress my darling princess?” Loki asked cheerfully.
“Of course, we’ve even been given silks from the allmother herself.” One of the ladies answered excitedly.
“Well I guess I’ll be meeting you for breakfast, have fun.” Loki parted.
“Loki, wait.” You called after him as he winked before shutting the door.
“Shall we begin.” One of the women spoke, smiling at you.
“I’ll draw you a bath.” Another said as you began standing to your feet, one of the other ones stripping the bed sheets. As you stepped towards the washroom, you were paused by a lady with a tape measure who insisted on taking your measurements. It took a few minutes before you were able to continue your journey to the washroom where a bath was waiting for you.
“What are you doing?” You asked as the lady who drew your bath began lifting Loki’s tunic off of your body.
“We must get you bathed in time for breakfast so as not to keep the prince waiting.” She answered.
“I’m perfectly capable of doing this by myself.” You answered.
“Are you sure your grace?”
“Certain.”
“Apologies.” She quickly rushed out, deflated, before you stopped her.
“Wait, what’s your name?”
“Eloise.” She replied.
“I’m fine in here Eloise but if I need you I’ll be sure to call.” You smiled, her returning it before leaving.
Once you were finished, you dried yourself before walking back out into Loki’s room where there were dresses laid out for you already. The ladies helped you dress, Eloise making the final adjustments to the dress you were wearing for breakfast before plaiting your hair. You smiled and thanked her, guessing you were both around the same age. Once you were ready, the ladies stood eagerly behind you as you stepped in front of the mirror, admiring your new look. You couldn’t deny how much you felt like a princess, even more so than last night. You were sure that if your parents could see you now, they’d find you unrecognisable. For one, you were standing in a prince’s room and being dressed by chambermaids.
“Doesn’t she look lovely.” One of the older ladies simpered before they each complimented you before dismissing themselves.
Once you were alone, you remembered you were supposed to meet Loki for breakfast. At first, you waited for a few minutes wondering if he was going to come back to his room but once you realised he wasn’t, you decided to try and make your own way in the hopes that you wouldn’t get lost. This time, you focused more on the hallway than you did the decorations. It was when you passed the same tapestry for the third time that you realised you weren’t focusing on anything other than reciting please don’t be lost in your head.
“Are you lost?”
Following the voice, you were met by Thor who was eyeing you amused.
“No—I mean yes—to be honest, I don’t know where I’m going.” You answered.
“Luckily I found you then” he smiled “follow me my lady.” He offered his arm before you both set off. On your short journey to the breakfast hall, Thor told you stories about his and Loki’s childhood, the last one ending in an unfortunate encounter with a snake that left you laughing as you entered.
Loki’s jaw clenched at the sight of you, head thrown back as you laughed, gripping his brother's arm. Quickly standing to his feet, he pulled out the chair next to him before beckoning you over. As you reached him, Thor heading to his own seat, Loki kissed your cheek before speaking.
“Well don’t you look exquisite” he practically purred in your ear, tucking your seat in as you sat before turning his attention to Thor “truly ravishing, wouldn’t you agree brother?”
“Yes, very lovely.” Thor replied, clearly uncomfortable as he looked away. You glanced at Loki who was smiling in a way that could only be described as triumphantly. In the wake of all the awkwardness, you had hardly registered that moments ago Loki’s lips were against your cheek.
“Did you rest well?” Frigga asked once she entered and took her seat.
“Great thanks.” You answered.
“Excellent.” She smiled. “Loki, ensure that the seamstresses make her a dress with your colours for this evening, we’re hosting a ball.”
“A ball?” You questioned, never having been to one before.
“Yes, in celebration of your engagement dear.”
“Of course.” You murmured.
“Yes mother.” Loki answered, pecking your cheek again reminding you of the first time.
Once you had finished breakfast, Loki was taking you back to his room when you turned to face him.
“What was that?” You interrogated.
“What was what?”
“You kissed me!” You whisper shouted.
“I meerley pecked your cheek.” He shrugged.
“Fine, yes, why?”
“Because you’re supposed to be the love of my life and we were eating breakfast with my family. Public displays of affection are expected between a fiancée and a fiancé.” He answered.
“So there was no ulterior motive?” You probed, remembering his interaction with Thor.
“Ulterior motive? What do you think this is?” He scoffed, gesturing between you both.
“Alright, gosh, sorry.”
“Whatever” he dismissed “now, I must teach you ballroom etiquette.” He clapped.
“You’re making things up now.” You laughed, waiting for Loki to laugh too which he didn’t. “You’re not making this up are you?”
“No, I’m not making this up” he derided “meet me in the royal palace gardens.” He ordered, gesturing you towards his bedroom as he opened the door before nudging you inside.
“Wait, how do I get there? When do you want me to meet you?!” You asked as he closed the door behind him.
As Loki made his way down the hallway, he heard the sound of Thor calling him. Rolling his eyes, he turned to be met by Thor and his friends.
“Loki” Thor thundered “I was just telling the warriors—”
“And Sif.” Sif cut in.
“And Sif, about your new beau.” Thor continued.
“Yes, she’s quite delightful.” Loki smirked.
“She looks familiar, I just can’t quite place her.” Thor spoke, tapping his chin.
“Perhaps you’ve seen her here before, I’ve snuck her out a few fair times now.” Loki lied, worried about Thor’s thinking, it was never good when he did that.
“Mhmm, perhaps” Thor stopped “Well, let me not keep you.” Thor finished, allowing Loki safe passage past him and his pesky warriors.
“And Sif, you always forget and Sif.” Sif scorned, nudging Thors chest.
Pesky warriors and Sif he thought as he continued his way towards the throne room. Once he was outside, he pushed the door open before stepping inside, sighing contently at the sight of the throne before him.
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A/N: omg sorry for the inactivity I’ve literally been dying in the hospital as of late but I’ve hit 3K followers so who even cares about that 🤣🤣 it’s resurrected me. If you’ve asked to be tagged recently and you’re not apologies, I’ve probably missed your comment but I’ll go back and rectify that.
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cryptomiracle · 6 months
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𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
content: creepypastas with a "crazy" s/o
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Genre: one shot, x reader, obsessive reader
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WARNINGS!!
Blood
Obsession
Kidnapping
Toxic "relationships"
Swearing
Starvation
Mentions of murder
Mentions of dismemberment
A gun
This will be kinda like a mini series, feel free to request any characters! (I will only be doing one creepypasta at a time, so I don't overdo myself lol)
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ngl, I wanted this to kinda give off 2014 creepypasta fanfic vibes, hence the name 😭
Ticci toby:
Name: tobias erin rogers
Age: 20
Height: 5'11-6'0
Known information: toby is a sadistic serial killer, he often toys with his victims before killing them, he especially likes to hold his victims captive to torture them, or play mind games with them. He'll keep them for months at a time, only killing them once he gets bored, or tired of taking care of them.
The more he enjoys them, or the more entertaining he finds them, the longer he keeps them alive.
Unless of course he's ordered to kill them.
He often holds more than one person, sometimes kidnapping up to 3 people at a time.
He greatly enjoys, giving his victims "Stockholm syndrome" (Stockholm syndrome is a condition in which hostages develop a psychological bond with their captors) and in this case, that just so happens to be you.
about 8-9 months ago you were hiking in the woods, you went a little too deep in the woods, and saw something you weren't supposed to.. (toby burying a dismembered corpse)
you tried to run, and call for help, you really did.
But he was faster, his strength was almost inhuman, and he knew the woods better than you could ever hope to know.
Unfortunately, he eventually caught you. He knocked you out, and brought you back to his house in the woods, that was basically falling in on itself. hes always liked to take things slow, so he took you to his basement, and chained you to the wall by your ankle, the basement is dimly lit, it has nothing in it but a few shelves, a leaky pipe, and a dirty, blood stained, mattress on the floor.
after a month of only going down there to feed you (he only fed you enough to keep you alive) he eventually started to strike up conversations with you.
He'd start little by little, asking you if you needed anything (other than freedom), to bringing you things like a blanket, or different clothes. Maybe even giving you a little more food than usual..
By the 3rd month he'd start going down there more often, what he does down there depends on how you act.
Let's say to try to escape one too many times, or get too personal when you curse at him (like mentioning his mother)
he'll go down there just to break your spirit.
He'd do it over the course of a few months, just to make sure it really sticks with you.
When he first took you, he put you in that basement with practically nothing, right?
Well, if you act in a way that's not to his liking (rude, crying 24/7, yelling at him etc) he'll take the few things that you do have.
He'll take the bed, he'll cut off any light source down there, he'll take your clothes, he may even shave your head.
He'll stop feeding you as much, or even only feed you once you're at the brink of starvation.
Sometimes he'll go down there with a sandwich, or apple, and just eat it in front of you.
"how bad do you want it?"
He'll say while lightly shaking the food in front of you, like you would do to a dog.
"If you really want it.. beg for it."
Sometimes he'll just come down there to show you pictures and videos of his previous victims.
But, if you act in a way that he deems "good" he'll mainly just go down there to "hang out" with you
he'll bring you things like a note book and crayons, so you can draw together.
He'll talk to you about his day, (you're not allowed to talk back unless it's to compliment him, or criticize someone who pisses him off) or he'll bring a cd player down there so you can listen to his favorite song
After a while of doing that, he'll take the chance to manipulate you.
He'll start going on rants about his horrible childhood, (an attempt to make you sympathize with him) and make you comfort him as he sobs.
Other times he'll brush your hair for you, if you're "good enough" he may even let you take a bath.
with him in the room of course.
If you ever ask to be free, he'll start spewing all these different excuses
"I need you too much to let you go"
"d-do you not want to l-live with me anymore?"
"do I-I not treat you well enough?"
"what, am I not enough for you no-w??"
If you don't answer him, or you don't start apologizing, he'll stop talking to you all together for weeks on end, and only go down there to feed you.
He'll stop letting you bathe, you'll be right back at square one.
He may whisper little things like "you really hurt me, you know that y/n.." to you, just to make you feel bad.
Even though none of it is real, he genuinely feels nothing for you, his only purpose for you is pure entertainment until he can find another source.
toby is a very twisted individual, he fuels off of peoples pain.
He uses people to feed into his ego, and makes them think they need him.
The best case scenario would be for him to just forget about you, and let you starve to death down there.
By the 7-8th month, he'd already broken you.
The heinous amounts of violence, and manipulation he's applied to you, finally "worked".
He has you just how he wants you.
when you wake up it's toby.
When you go to sleep, it's toby.
He's everything you think about, how he feels, what he thinks, how deep your love for him is, how much he loves you, how you would do anything for him.
You would die for toby.
Your love for toby quickly became obsessive, once he made you aware of the lengths he went too just to keep you to himself
he's put so much time and effort into you, after all you've put him through, all the fights, all the escape attempts, he still stayed with you.
He still loved you.
He's so generous and kind to you, sometimes he even unchains you and lets you come upstairs with him
You're not allowed outside though, he tells you there are dangerous things out there, and people who will want to take you away from him.
And you believe him, why would toby ever lie to you?
He has no reason to, he could tell you how much he despised you, and you'd still love him, you're devoted to him, fully.
One day, he told you that he thought you might be lonely while he was gone "hunting", and that he was gonna get you a new friend
You were thinking that he meant a dog, or cat.. you couldn't be more wrong.
It was a rainy afternoon, you knew that because you could see through a tiny window leading out of the basement, you didn't know what time, or day it is because he didn't let you
All you know is that you've been here a while.
You hear the door open up stairs, and you recognize Toby's footsteps, they sound a bit heavier.. like he's carrying something.
You feel a twinge of excitement
you hear that same old creaky door open, and in comes toby.
Carrying an unconscious girl..
You can barely see, but it appears that she has mid length hair, she looks about 5'8, and she's very pretty.
He takes her to the other side of the room, and chains her hands to the wall.
The dim light shines through the window, casting a glow onto her.
She has brown hair, freckles, and tanned skin.
As you analyze her, that's when you notice a bobby pin in her hair.
You brush it off, and quickly forget about it.
At first you were jealous, but your worries were quickly dissipated when he did this, he clearly loved you the most, if she's the one thats almost fully immobilized.
he walked over to you, and kneeled in front of you.
He raised his gloved hand, and placed it on your cheek.
He removed his mouth guard, and lowered his lips down to your other cheek, he gently, and lovingly pressed a kiss into your cheek.
He lips felt cold pressed against your skin, almost as if he were a ghost.
His eyes are so dreamy, almost sirenic.
He let his hand linger on your cheek before he stood up, and walked back upstairs.
You turned your head to the girl, her body lay limp, almost as if she were dead.
you crawled over to her to get a better look, as you got closer you could tell she was covered in sweat, she must have been like you, running away from toby.
You've come to regret that, running away from him.
If only you knew how much he adored you.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open, and her breathing became labored.
She was frantically looking around the room
"it's okay.." you speak
she quickly looks at you
"where am I??" She says, her voice is hoarse, she tries to wiggle her hands out of the cuffs, but to no avail.
"a basement." You aren't rude when you say it, but there is a little sarcasm laced in your tone.
"oh.."
She sighs
After a few minutes of silence, she finally speaks again
"I'm jasmine... You?"
You stare at her for a few seconds before speaking
"y/n.."
She lightly smiles, you did as well.
After a few hours of small talk, you finally go to sleep.
3:58/15:58 am
"wake up"
You were roughly woken up by someone shaking you.
Its dark, so you couldn't tell who it is, but their voice is familiar.
you soon realize that it's jasmine, some how she'd freed herself from her chains.
"we're going to escape" she whispered
although she couldn't see it, confusion was plastered across your face.
You noticed that your ankle feels lighter, like how it feels when toby lets you roam around the cabin.
Before you could fully process what was happening, she had grabbed your arm and started to lead you upstairs.
you nearly trip as she pulls you up the stairs, and slowly opens the door.
the lights weren't on, and by this point your eyes are adjusted to the darkness.
the house looked as beat up as it usually did, the wallpaper was peeling, the floor was creaky, and the ceiling was still moldy.
She suddenly stops, and turns to you.
"We're gonna sneak to the kitchen, you keep watch while I look for a knife."
her tone of voice sounds strained, and desperate.
She starts dragging you again, when you stop dead in your tracks.
"what are you going to do with a knife?"
She turns, and looks at you, almost dumbfounded.
"we're gonna stab that sorry son of a b*tch that kidnapped us!"
Her voice slightly raised, anger was evident in her tone.
"oh.." you muttered, as you two crept through the hall.
You felt fury burn in your throat.
she doesn't know, she doesn't know how loving and kind toby is, how caring and considerate he is.
he's just misunderstood, and you're the only one who really understands him.
You two finally make it to the beat up kitchen, she lets you go, and leaves you at the entrance and starts going through the drawers.
as you lean against the wall, you start to look around the room.
that's when you notice something shiny sticking out from under the couch.
You turn your head to see her turned away from you, quietly rummaging through the shelves, and drawers.
You approach the couch, and kneel down to get a closer look.
It's a gun, a silver gun.
You remembered toby talking about stealing one of his "buddies" favorite guns, as a prank.
This must be where he hid it
You pulled it out, it was quite heavy.
You checked to see if it was loaded, it was..
you flinch as you hear Jasmine speak from behind you
"what'd you find?"
you quickly stand up, gun in hand.
Before she can say anything else, you point the gun right at her temple.
Confusion, and betrayal written on her face.
"I'm sorry, I really am.."
Right as she's about to respond, you pull the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot rings in your ears.
before you know it, her body falls to the ground, blood and brain matter spewing from the gunshot wound.
Silence surrounds you, you can feel your legs go limp as you flop into the couch.
You start to zone out, eyes focused on her dead body.
You drop the gun on the ground
You dont even notice the sound of toby storming through the halls
You lightly flinch when you feel hands roughly grab your shoulders
"WHAT DID YOU DO?"
He yells, his voice quickly draws your attention from jasmine, to him.
You try to speak, but you can't get the words out
"y/n.. what the F*CK did you do."
his voice is stern, he wasn't asking you, at this point he's commanding you to tell him.
"I-.." you hesitate
"she was going to kill you-u and.."
that's when it fully hit you, you had just killed someone.
Someone who thought they were helping you.
You immediately start sobbing, your tears sting as they roll down your cheek.
Toby embraces you, and pats your back as he does.
"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry toby, I'm sorry" you sob into his shoulder, your words are almost intelligible.
"it's okay.. you did it for me didn't you?"
you slightly pull away from the hug, and nod.
"Don't worry, I forgive you."
He whispers, his voice is now comforting, completely different than it was a minute ago, his expression has also changed.
His expression went from a confused, yet rage filled look, to a cheerful smile.
A smile that was a bit off putting, considering the situation.
He pulls you back into the hug, and you two stay like that all night long, until you fall asleep.
The next morning, toby tells you that you two have to bury the body "before it starts stinking up the place" and so you do.
You have her feet, and toby has her hands.
You two lay her body on the ground, you stare at her lifeless eyes, not even realizing that toby was talking to you.
"y/n!" He snaps his fingers in your face.
You quickly look at him
"I'm gonna go get some stuff, I'll be right back okay?"
You simply nod
As he walks off, you walk over to her, and close her eyes.
You can't handle her staring at you anymore.
Soon enough, toby comes back witt two shovels one for you, and one for him.
He hands you one, and you both start digging.
a few hours later
You were finally done, you went over to the body to help toby pick it up, but before you could toby kicked the body into the hole.
you stand beside him, as he shovels the dirt back into the hole.
You feel a cloud of guilt loom over you as you watch the dirt cover up more, and more of her corpse.
Tears start to fall from your eyes once more
As soon as he's done, you feel him wrap an arm around your torso.
You lean your head against his shoulder, and sigh as you wipe the tears from your eyes.
"I love you toby.." you whisper
"I know." he says before pressing a kiss onto your forehead.
I'm so sorry if this seemed rushed at the end, I wanted to get it out asap 🫶🏽
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dexmckinnery · 1 year
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Let's continue the small talk we're having with asks like the old days, haha! I enjoyed asks blogs a lot, it was a blast! Tho at least in the Homestuck fandom things where kinda segregated from fancharacters and canon ones (I come form ages where having OCs interacting with canon was like a sin and let alone self inserts like I do myself, we were seen as lesser creative people...) Giacomo's name in Japanese is literally the word for pineapple in Spanish, Piña (I'm from Mexico, I lost my mind to see some of the characters are named after food in Japan lol). And I see now about the references you took for him, I always wondered how people rip the 3D models, still I like the lil flab on him uwu (I'm a overweight gal and finding characters to relate is hard ;w; )
Haha, sure thing! XD
Yeah, ask blogs were great, it’s a shame people aren’t really doing them any more because something I enjoyed a lot was interacting with other ask blogs... the upside is that I can make Giacomo a side blog and not have to worry about not being able to send out asks as him XD;; It’s a bit easier...
It’s interesting, the OC interacting with canon thing... the only fandom I did that for really was Bokumono (Harvest Moon) and it was generally accepted, so I haven’t experienced people being seriously against OCs as such... but with Bokumono, you’re expected to have OCs I suppose! Especially now the games have character creators...
Yeah, hahaha! XD I love they just went all in on food names this time. Like Rika is Chilli... and is basically an anthro chilli pepper (that hair), I think it’s charming. ¦D I can see they’ve tried to translate the names faithfully... but it’s a shame some has been lost in translation. Giacomo really is a pineapple when you think about it... the yellow stocky body with spiky hair on top... spiky exterior, sweet interior... checks out, huh?
I mean, you CAN see it in the game, you don’t need to have the models XD You can see it in his pose when you battle him and it pauses the cam on him holding out the ball at you.
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You can see it when he first comes in sitting on top of the Starmobile
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And you can see it at least when he talks and gestures
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In any case, that’s the inspiration, regardless. XD Here’s the funny “stumbling on the Starmobile” one people can never see up close as a bonus
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The more you know, hahaha
On how to rip them... I’m not sure how people get the files out of the games, but the raw files were shared on the forum of model resource... I had to convert the model using a script somebody had written so it could be opened in Blender, then use... Switch Toolbox I think... to convert his textures to PNG so Blender could read them... I don’t actually have a Windows OS new enough to be able to import the models fully textured (a Python incompatibility =() and when I do, the model loses it’s rigging... so I had to tell this file where to find what texture, which is why it’s not perfect... I then had to use Switch Toolbox to take the model’s armature and convert all the animations for it into something that Blender could see with a plug in... it’s all very hit and miss thrown together, but it works well enough that I can see the animations on the model and turn them around in 3D, which was good enough as reference for making plush and drawing for the ask blog... I really hope somebody rips him properly soon though. XD
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Here’s Team Star lined up with each other! Eri is SERIOUSLY tall... she’s taller than Larry and Larry is TALL so... If you consider Mela and Penny to be 5′02″, it makes Giacomo 6′00″, Larry something like 6′03″ by that scale, standing up straight instead of slouched, if I remember right... Ortega 4′07″ and Eri a whopping 6′06″! I’m not sure they considered what their heights would be when scaling them in game, hahaha XD
(Fair note, these numbers are speculation and worked out by laying a height chart over them and trying to be reasonable to Ortega, they’re in no way canon since I’m pretty sure we don’t have a reference point number to base it on!)
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The Penis Lottery
In this world everyone is born a girl. In the place where I live sex is determined by a lottery at the end of grade school. I had a winning ticket, but on the same day as the drawing I started my period, invalidating me for the injection that would have made me a boy.
After graduation I went on a camping trip with my best friend Alex, who took my place in the lottery and recently completed male development. It's our first time together since the day of the drawing.
Watching Alex chop the wood for our fire, I was struck by the gulf that had grown between our bodies. As girls we had looked like sisters; we could share clothes, even though I was a couple inches taller. Now he towered over me, his muscles rippling with each swing of the axe.
My body had grown larger too, but not like his. I'd gained a few inches of height, but most of my development had gone to my hips, my breasts, and my reproductive system.
I'd suffered through over a hundred periods since that first awful experience, but I still hated it every single time. All I could think about now was how it should have been me getting the injection, going to boy school, chopping the wood, never worrying about a monthly cycle.
Alex paused and looked in my direction. I wondered if he knew what was going through my mind. "Do you want a turn?" He asked, offering me the axe and wiping his brow.
"Uh, sure." I said, cautiously stepping up to the stump we'd been using as a chopping block. Alex balanced a round of wood on the stump and backed away. I struggled to lift the axe over my head.
"Whoa, careful." Alex chided me, stepping up and guiding my hands. "Here, hold it near the head until you're ready to swing. It's safer this way."
"I'm holding it the same way you were." I said defensively. I'd been watching him carefully.
"I'm a lot stronger than you are now, it's dangerous to swing an axe around beyond your control." He said it like such a simple safety tip, but it felt like a fist to my ego. I had to learn how to chop wood like a girl because I wasn't strong enough to be like Alex; he won the lottery, now he can swing an axe like a man, and pee where he wants, and pick me up like a child.
What did my body get while he was gaining these abilities? A layer of fat to make me fun to touch, swollen breasts to be admired, hormones to make me fertile and horny, an arousal response that makes me easier to penetrate; it felt like every change I'd gone through was just a reward for Alex's body to enjoy.
“Are you alright?” He asked. I realized I’d been making a bit of a sour face.
“I’m fine.” I said, trying to believe it. “Just psyching myself up to smash this log apart.” I brought the axe down and felt it thunk deep into the wood. There was even a splintering sound, but it didn’t quite split. I tried to pull the axe out but it was stuck.
“Lift the whole thing up and slam it down.” Alex suggested. I tried, but I could hardly lift the axe and the wood it was stuck in at all.
“Let me help.” Alex offered, taking the handle and easily lifting it to head-level and slamming it back onto the stump. The log split apart with a satisfying crack.
“Thanks.” I said, but internally I was fuming. It felt so unfair. I tried not to let it bother me too much, but it lingered on my mind. I struggled to find anything to say as we set up the tent and roasted dinner together.
We sat around the fire until the sun fully set, our faces lit by the flickering flames. Alex must have seen me shiver, because he moved over to sit next to me and put an arm over my shoulder. His body felt so warm against mine. Was extra body heat another advantage I’d missed out on?
“We should probably go to bed soon.” Alex said. I felt an annoying little flutter in my heart.
We had been avoiding romantic subjects entirely, but now that we were about to share a tent for the night, I was uncomfortably aware of the ambiguity. Would Alex try something? Would I want him to? I couldn’t make up my mind, but I thought up a lot of ways I didn’t want it to go.
“Maybe we could watch the fire a little longer?” I suggested. Why did I feel so uncertain suggesting things to Alex? It almost felt like I was asking for approval from a teacher. I was a couple months older than him, but being side by side now almost made me feel like a child.
“Sure.” He said, squeezing me closer. “Probably good to make sure the fire goes out.” He poked at it for a while, I watched the embers fly up into the night. I felt so little next to Alex, but it felt good. I was warm, and his body was so firm holding on to mine. I didn’t know what to say, so we just watched the fire together in silence.
“Ready for bed?” He asked as the flames died out. I felt the pit again in my stomach. All this stalling and I was still just as unsure as before.
“Sure.” I said, attempting to sound cheerful. I helped him pack up a bit and get the sleeping bags laid out. We brushed our teeth and spit into the coals to help put it out.
There was still a faint glow, so Alex unzipped his pants and pulled out his thing. I’d see them before in pictures, but this was my first time seeing one in real life. It was almost pitch black outside, only the faint light of the stars and moon aided the nothing-glow of the remaining embers, but I still got a sense of its size. It almost seemed unreal the way it just stuck out of him, long and chubby, like a fat sausage.
He held it in his fingers and aimed at the remains of the fire. I heard more than saw the stream shoot from his dick onto the embers in a sizzling splash. With a few popping hisses the fire was out.
I was thankful for the darkness, because I was sure my face had turned bright red. I couldn’t stand how Alex was showing off. It made me hate the twist of fate that had given him my winning ticket, I hated it more than when I got my period. But at the same time it was very possibly the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. I felt a tingle between my legs that was only getting louder. I just saw Alex’s penis, and he’d just used it to put out the fire in a way I could never dream of.
“Sorry, I had to go.” Alex said a bit sheepishly. I’m sure he could tell I was stunned, but I hoped he didn’t know the depths of it.
“It’s fine.” I said, trying to play it cool. “Saves water, right?” I added with an awkward chuckle. I felt like such a dork. My brain was still fixated on the thing that had just happened with the fire and the penis.
In the tent all I could think about was the sexual tension between us. I could feel my body had already made up its mind. I wanted to say something, just to get it out in the open, but I couldn’t think of anything. I just paced awkwardly around the tent, pretending to get ready for bed, but too nervous to take off my clothes.
“Do you want to sleep together?” Alex asked. I felt my face get even redder. What a blunt question. I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.
“I understand if you don’t, but I think it could be fun.” He added in response to my hesitation. “I haven’t seen a developed woman yet. I’d like you to be my first.” He added.
I felt a gross feeling come over me. A developed woman, that’s what I was to him now. He wanted me to be his first of how many? Was he really using our friendship as an in for sexual experience with a woman?
Though I could use sexual experience too, and Alex’s body was making me feel things I wanted to keep feeling. I looked at his dark outline in the tent, trying to read his invisible expression for a moment.
“Could we turn on a light?” I asked, still feeling tongue tied about the entire sexual situation.
“Of course.” He replied, hanging a dim lantern from the ceiling of the tent. I felt even more nervous in the light, but I also felt more excited. Alex already had his shirt off, and the vision of his nude torso was doing a lot to silence my doubts. His front was so flat and wide, with rippling muscles along his chest and stomach. His body hair was everywhere, a particularly thick line of it ran from his navel into his pants.
“Yes.” I said at last.
“Hmm?” Alex seemed a bit confused. The way he’d been watching me look at him filled me with an excited nervousness.
“Yes, I want to sleep together.” I clarified, beginning to take off my own shirt.
Now it was Alex’s turn for his face to turn red. I was still in my bra, but I could see his eyes roving hungrily over my chest and middle. A noticeable bulge was forming in the front of his pants.
I took off my own pants and watched the bulge swell as he saw the noticeable flatness of my panties. The way his eyes were glued to my crotch made me a little uncomfortable, I felt an urge to cover myself with my hands.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” I said with another awkward chuckle.
“It’s different now.” Alex said, eyes still roving my body, but frequently stopping to rest between my legs. “I didn’t realize how little you’d changed since we were girls.”
Hearing him say that felt like a knife, but it also made the horny tingling jump up into a new gear. “I’ve developed.” I said defensively, posturing to highlight my assets.
“Well sure, but…” He gestured at the front of my panties. “Your crotch still looks like when we were kids.”
I felt a new surge of hot embarrassment. “What are you talking about? You haven’t even seen it.”
“I can see how flat it is.” He countered. “I mean, do you even get hard?”
“Sort of.” I said meekly. It didn’t really feel right to call it ‘hard’, but I could feel it now as strongly as ever. The needy buzzing feeling in my clit before I had to touch it.
“Would you be willing to try and get hard for me? I’m just so curious.” His face was turning red with a horny embarrassment, but I was fighting to resist the urge to run straight out of the tent. How could I tell him I was already as aroused as I’d ever been in my life?
“I could do something sexy for you, I’m not sure what turns you on.” He had seemed so confident all night, but now I was seeing glimpses of my childhood friend in his awkward courting. His innocent intrigue only made the truth harder to share.
“Are you ‘hard’ now?” He asked. I reached a breaking point, I couldn’t stand his eyes on my crotch for another second, and it felt like if something didn’t touch my clit soon it was going to explode. My hand darted over my panties, holding my hot mound. I couldn’t help giving it a little pressure.
Glancing down at myself made me feel a bit ridiculous, my fingers pressing flat into my underwear only made it more obvious; I’d grown larger, but in so many ways I was the same girl he’d known before the lotto.
My vulva had developed, but it was still the same general shape, Alex’s genitals had developed in entirely new ways. How could I blame him for assuming I’d had my own metamorphosis?
I was pulled out of my thought spiral by the sound of Alex laughing. I had to look at him for a moment to understand what was going on. He must have seen my confusion because then he explained himself.
“You already are, aren’t you? Oh wow, I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t help chuckling a little more. “It’s just, I thought your clit would swell up or something. I don’t know. I feel so embarrassed. They don’t teach us about things like this in boy school, this is why I need your help. I’m clueless!”
He was so focused on his own sexual goals he didn’t even realize the effect his words were having on me. I moved my hand in tiny circles, hardly noticeable in the dim of the tent, and stared at my friend, tilting my head back to look up into his eyes.
That should be me scraping the top of the tent with my head, towering over little Alexa, teasing her until she was touching herself in front of me. I should have grown a sexy sausage fire-hose, she should be the one who grew puffier labia and a monthly nightmare.
“Sorry for laughing at you.” Alex apologized. I couldn’t help but forgive him, it was an honest reaction. I just hated how real it felt to me. “Is it okay if I take off my pants? They’re getting uncomfortable,” He asked, reaching into the front to adjust himself.
Seeing the way his bulge moved in his jeans made my fingers rub faster. His thing was so big. I could feel the hot nothing of my clit under my hand, I felt like I was melting in the presence of his superior phallus, my panties becoming damp.
I realized I hadn’t answered his question. “Oh, uh, sure.” I said. I saw him notice my hand between my legs, the motion becoming too obvious to hide. I froze like a deer caught in headlights, but I knew he’d seen enough to know what I’d been doing. The urge to run from the tent once again reasserted itself in my mind.
Alex unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. His underwear was tented around the pole of his cock. It was firmly pointing straight out and up from his body. It looked so much bigger now than it had soft.
He stepped out of his pants as he approached. I felt the hairs stand up on my neck as he loomed over me. There was hardly a foot of space between us anymore. The outline of his cock was only a couple inches from my skin. I was so aroused it was making my pussy twitch.
Without warning he grabbed the wrist of the hand between my legs and pulled it away, placing it on his shoulder. I could feel the muscles of his shoulder flex and bend like taught cables as he leaned closer to my ear.
“I’m going to take off your bra now.” Alex said, before reaching around behind me. I just stood there and let him do it. Wishing desperately I had the courage to put my hand back where it was sorely missed.
He had to look over my shoulder at the clasp, but he managed to take it off quickly. He slid it off me gently, admiring my breasts as they were freed. The relief of being braless was eclipsed by the shame and excitement of watching Alex’s face as he saw a real woman’s breasts for the first time.
“Oh.” He said, his eyes had become huge. “Wow.” He seemed at a loss for words. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. I thought he’d like them, but the way his eyes were roaming my chest was getting unnerving. It was like he was devouring every feature.
“I think I understand what you mean now, you do get hard.” He said, pointing at one of my nipples. The cool air in the tent had made them start to crinkle up the moment he took off my bra.
Hearing him say that made me want to die. I wasn’t even sure if he was being sarcastic, he said it so genuinely. He even had a point, my nipples were one thing that had matured drastically over puberty, and each one poking off my chest in the cool night air easily dwarfed my little clit.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just playfully punched Alex in the arm, but it was like hitting the flank of a horse. His body had become so firm and unyielding.
“Remember when we used to play-fight?” Alex asked, getting a mischievous look in his eyes.
“That was a long time ago.” We had tussled together a lot as girls, but never in anger.
“You won every time.” He reminded me, I couldn’t help feeling a little glow of pride in that fact. He might be bigger and taller after the injection, but when we were both girls I was undefeated. “I want a rematch.” He added.
I stared at him quizzically, what would that prove? There was no contest between us now. Alex gave me a playful punch like I had done to him, moving slow and gently, but it still made me stumble off balance. He was just so much larger than me now.
“Come on, give me your best shot.” He said, patting his chest aggressively. I didn’t really see the point in fighting like children, but he was being insistent, and I kinda did feel like hitting him again.
I leaned back and slugged him right in the chest. I felt my hand thump into his muscled sternum with no discernible effect.
Alex retaliated by gently slapping at me. I gave him a funny look, what was he doing? I punched him again, really putting my weight into it this time, slamming my fist right into his bicep, but he hardly budged. It actually hurt my wrist a little. Alex just softly slapped at me again.
"You aren't even trying!" I said. I couldn't believe he was fighting me with such little effort. It was insulting.
"I don't want to hurt you more than you're hurting me." He said with a note of arrogance.
"Yeah right, I'm hitting you harder than that. You wanted a fight, show me what you can do." I said, throwing a little kick at his thigh that actually made him stumble a bit.
Alex shrugged his shoulders and gave me a shove. For a moment my feet left the floor of the tent. I flew onto the bedroll and bounced, stunned at what had just taken place. My soft body jiggled with the violence of the throw. I felt a deep yearning inside to know what it was like for him, to be so large and powerful.
He came to stand over me, looking down at my mostly-nude body. "See why I need to go easy on you?" He asked me with a cocky grin.
I swung my leg to kick Alex in the balls, but he grabbed my ankle with his hand and used the leverage to flip me over. He held me in place by my shoulders. I tried to raise an arm to push off the mattress, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pinned it in place over my head.
I rolled to get my other arm out from under my stomach, but he snared that one as well, twisting it to pin it behind me. I was being pressed into the mattress by the small of my back while my other arm was trapped in the wrist he was using for support.
I felt Alex's knee press down between my thighs, dividing my legs. I could feel the cool air of the tent against my panties. I struggled with all my limbs, but could only flail helplessly.
He leaned over me, shifting his weight onto my body. I could feel his breath on my neck, it was hot and heavy with moisture. "Do you give up?" He asked me in a cooly casual voice.
I couldn't bring myself to surrender so easily. I flailed again, pushing against the bed with my legs, but it only pushed my butt into his thigh. I felt a flash of embarrassment squishing against him fruitlessly.
Alex applied a little pressure with his hips, pressing back against my ass. "Oh yeah, you developed quite nicely here too. I certainly would have remembered a butt like this when we were girls." He said, giving it another playful nudge.
He leaned in by my neck again and spoke softly in my ear with a rumbling tone.  "I can feel the heat of your pussy on my leg, and I'm not even touching you." My face blushed bright red. I could feel he was right, being pinned by his larger stronger body had lit a fire in me.
"Okay, okay, I give up." I said, trying again to push him off me. Alex let go of my wrists and backed away, allowing me to stand.
I turned to look at Alex and again felt my eyes drawn to the erection tenting his underwear. I had to force my gaze back up to his face.
"Would you mind taking off your panties?" Alex asked me. I had to hesitate for a moment to consider it. Did he just want to look at me, or was he planning on asking for more? In a playful act of compliance I just did it; he'd defeated me, this could be his reward: one sexy favor.
I stepped out of my embarrassingly damp underwear and tossed them in the corner. I faced Alex and widened my stance a bit, tilting my hips to give him a good look at exactly how much had changed down there.
"It's so pink!" He said. I shifted my stance, suddenly hyper aware of my arousal. "It's like your whole pussy is blushing." He gushed. I felt my face flush in response. "Can I touch it?"
"Um, if you want." I wasn't really sure how to feel, but the idea excited me.
Alex walked around behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle. He traced his fingers down from my navel all the way over my mound and finally onto my pussy.
"This feels familiar." He said. His chin was over my shoulder. I could feel his breath on the back of my ear, his voice rumbled at a gentle volume. His entire body was pressed against mine. "I used to touch my clit like this." He added, dipping a finger between my lips. I arched my back and leaned against him, reveling in the stimulation.
"I didn't get this wet, and I didn't cum, but it still felt good." He said, continuing to play with my clit in rapid little circles.
"Mmm Hmm." I groaned, attempting to listen, but getting swept up in the touching.
"It's so little, so different; I used to have a clit like yours, but-" He pressed the bulge of his erection into my backside. "My clit grew up."
At that point I whimpered. I'm not proud of it, but that's the sound that came out of my mouth. The feelings of loss, of helplessness, of utter orgasmic bliss, they washed away my ego as I crumpled in Alex's arms.
He was the man, he had the cock, I was the girl he was making cum. His finger swished and swished around my clit until my legs were about to give out from the pleasure.
The next thing I knew my legs did give out. Alex held me up as my strength left me, his fingers working me into a full body experience. I moaned in my girly voice while waves of pleasure washed over me.
As soon as I could stand, I took a few shaky steps and turned back around to face Alex. His dick was hard as ever, there was even a wet spot of precum on his boxers.
“That was quick, the guys from school made it sound like it would take forever.” Alex said. It made me wonder if becoming a boy had made him less intelligent. How did he expect that to make me feel? “I guess I’ve got a gift.” He bragged, taking credit for my orgasm.
“It’s not that big of a deal.” I said, hoping he’d drop it.
“Yeah right, you couldn’t make me cum that fast.” He said, grabbing his cock through his underwear and giving it a squeeze.
I could tell what he was doing, but I was so horny I didn’t care. I wanted to see his penis in the light, I wanted to feel it, I even wanted to taste it.
“Bet I could.” I told him flirtatiously. His face immediately blushed as I called his bluff. I played up my confidence in the situation as I sank to my knees and pulled his underwear down.
His cock sprung free and nearly hit me in the face. It looked so huge up close. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It felt so hot and firm in my hand. A fresh need was blooming between my legs. As interested as I’d been in pictures of dicks, it was nothing compared to the real thing. It was filling me with an electric excitement.
I looked up at Alex, trying to read his expression. My mouth was watering at the idea of sucking on his cock, but I wanted to make sure the mood was right. He was looking down with eager anticipation, a wide smile on his face. I looked him in the eye as I kissed the tip of his dick.
I loved how he felt against my lips, I kissed again more deeply, wrapping my lips around his glans. I could see Alex was enjoying it, which spurred me on to try more. I opened my mouth wide and tried to take him as deep as I could. The way he filled my mouth was incredible, but I had to stop a bit early to keep from gagging.
I couldn’t help thinking how this monster growing out of him had started as a clit just like mine. Now it was large enough to choke me with. While my mouth is full with his member, Alex starts a one-sided conversation with me.
“Did you know it was a leap year?” He asked me out of the blue.
“Hmm?” I hum on his cock, still determined to get him off faster.
“The year of the lottery. It was a leap year.” He clarified. I felt my heart skip a beat, why was he talking about that now, while I had his dick in my mouth? “If it had happened in a regular year, the lottery would have been a day earlier, a day before your period.” He explained.
I was starting to see where he was going with this, but I didn’t know why. It was working to fan my arousal back into a tempest. The combination of his cock on my tongue and the thing he was saying sent my fingers trembling back to my clit.
“You would be the one who got the injection instead of me. That dick you’re choking down wouldn’t exist, instead it would be you who could pee out the fire, you would be the one getting your dick sucked.”
The way he was talking made it hard to focus on the blowjob. More and more of my attention was directed between my legs as I feverishly rubbed at my wounded pride, at the sticky little button slick with my juices that ached to grow big and hard like the cock in my mouth.
“Oh fuck, you would love it.” He groaned. “This feels so incredible, your mouth is better than anything I could imagine.” I could feel his dick getting harder, tensing. Hearing his pleasure set my fingers rubbing even faster, and made my mouth drool. I could taste the salty wetness of his precum leaking onto my tongue.
I could feel he was getting close, I was too. I sucked on his dick with passion, attempting to coax the cum out of him. Just as we were nearing the end I felt his hand press against my forehead.
“Time’s up.” He said, sliding his dick out of my mouth. I tried to get it back in my mouth, but the hand on my head was too strong. I glared up at him in frustration.
“Come on!” I pouted, stealthily removing my fingers from my womanhood. My pussy was aching for more stimulation, but I knew Alex would grab my hand again if he caught me.
There was a touch-hungry tingle building all over. I wanted to make him cum, I wanted to witness a man’s body experiencing the sort of pleasure I’d imagined so many times. I wanted to hold his cock and feel his cum spill out, my body craved it.
Alex must have seen the lust in my expression, because he rapidly switched gears from teasing me. His hand moved from my forehead to my chin, forcing me to look up at him past his cock.
“If you’d have me, I would love to take you to bed now.” He said with an odd formality, blushing slightly from his own excitement and nerves.
I looked up from my kneeling position at his feet, eyes roaming the naked, muscular, hairy body of my friend. The taste of his cock still lingering in my mouth. All I could do was nod my head. I wanted my first time to be with the man I could have been, the winning ticket I was denied. I wanted him to make me feel every inch of the difference that had grown between us.
Alex took my hand and helped me up, then swept me off my feet into a princess carry. I felt my heart thump in my chest. We were naked and I was in his arms. My stomach churned with excitement, fear, and awe; the muscles of his arms were so firm under my body, holding me against his hairy chest.
I saw him looking down at me in his arms with a pure wonder that melted my heart. He leaned his head close to mine and spoke to me softly in his deep voice.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He told me simply. I felt the blood rush to my face.
"You're just saying that because I'm naked." I deflected, suddenly very aware of my own nudity.
"I'm serious." He said. "I always had a bit of a crush on you when we were girls, but the way you've grown since... It makes my heart race."
I felt my blood pound with a moment of excited shame. The development of every female feature had felt like a further surrender of my childhood dreams. I had hated my hips widening, the tender growth of my breasts, watching my reflection become less and less androgynous. But those same features attracted Alex to me.
He knelt to lay me gently on the bed then laid down beside me. His hands were still on me, roving my skin with a firm appreciation. "Do you mind if I touch your breasts?" He asked as his hands drew close.
"Please do." I replied, feeling a little of my anxiety melt into anticipation. His hands explored my chest, cupping my boobs and squishing them softly. He paid extra attention to my nipples, giving a gentle caress that became a soft squeeze between his thumb and finger.
"Wow, they're so perfect." He said in wonder, entirely absorbed in my chest. It filled me with a sense of pride, but also a feeling of shame; my body did this for him, those boobs had given me nothing but trouble, but for Alex they were perfect.
He rolled on top of me and continued to play with my breasts. I felt his breath again on my neck as he leaned down to give me a kiss there. A tingle shot through me at the touch of his lips. He gave my other nipple a little squeeze as he kissed me again under my ear.
I turned my head towards his and looked him in the eyes. Alex leaned in and kissed me on the lips, holding the kiss with a passionate depth. I felt myself melt for him, and his body pressed harder into me. I felt that glorious cock pressed flat against my mound. I wrapped my legs around his, holding his body against mine.
Alex pushed himself off the bed a little, lifting off me as we broke our kiss. He tilted his hips to line the tip of his cock up with my vagina. I felt a scared little flutter at the anticipation of what was to come, but I also felt achingly hungry for it.
He dragged the head of his dick along my slit until it was pushing nicely against my wet opening. I lifted my hips a bit, pulling aginst him with my legs for leverage. I wanted it pressed there harder, pushed inside.
With a little pressure from his hips Alex made my desire come true. His cock slipped into me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. I'd never felt something so large penetrate me, it made me gasp in shock, but it also felt incredible.
He worked his way deeper, thrusting in and out to coat his cock in my juices. I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, pulling him deeper with every push until his pelvis was bumping against mine while he fucked me.
Once his cock was fully inside, Alex began to fucking me harder. His whole body flexed and strained as he pumped his cock again and again into my receptive body, and every time my body cried out with a tingle of joy. This, this is what I'd been craving, please just keep going. It felt so right.
"I used to feel guilty." Alex grunted, his breath coming quick from his efforts. "For taking your ticket. I knew how badly you wanted-" He catches his breath for a few thrusts. "How badly you wanted a penis."
"Uh huh." I moaned, feeling his cock fill me completely. Being reminded of that youthful yearning while every pounding thrust reminded me of my dicklessness sent shivers through my entire body.
"We both did." He continued. "We'd stuff our underwear and call each other boys." He was bringing back memories I had been trying to forget, because they were so painful, because I missed my friend; but now we were together again, now his underwear was stuffed with his own thick cock.
"But I'm done feeling guilty." He kept talking, speeding up the pace of his thrusts. "I'm going to earn that injection. I'm going to pay you back. I'm going to make sure you enjoy this cock every bit as much as I do." I could tell he was getting close, but he was holding himself back from orgasm. He kept thrusting at that steady rapid pace. I felt myself rushing to the precipice of a new kind of climax.
"Oooh." I cried out, gripping onto him with my legs as I reached orgasm. I felt him cum too, but my awareness of it was quickly swept away by a tidal wave of pure bliss. It was unlike anything I'd felt before in my life. I felt it with my entire body, and it rolled on and on.
I gasped and flexed under his relentless pounding. A tingling rapture had taken hold of my body and it was flowing through every inch of me. I wanted to feel this way forever. Gradually I felt him softening, my vagina still twitching around its new best friend.
Alex slipped himself out of me and pulled my body into a warm embrace. Despite the heat of our lovemaking, the cold of the tent and our lack of clothes had left parts of us chilly, so I was more than happy to cuddle against him as he pulled the blankets over us.
"That was incredible." Alex sighed contentedly.
I wiggled against his hard body with glee. "Mm hmm."
"I think you'd make a wonderful mom." He added dreamily.
I just lay there in his arms, but internally my mind was reeling from the potential ramifications of what we'd just done.
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Hope that this isn't too much trouble ask!
I'm a 5'0 Mexican girl with short puffy dark brown hair (length is above my shoulder), I have an apple shape body, tan skin and dark brown eyes (I also wear glasses).
(From what my friends told me) I'm funny, brutally honest, sarcastic, mysterious, and give great advice
I can get overprotective despite my small height and will cuss at anyone who try to do anything to my friends, I also like to wear short length dress with a little bit of make-up but mostly just wear comfortable clothes.
I love drawing and when asked by someone who I care about, I will draw for them. My skin is also sensitive so touching can get uncomfortable when being touched for only a minute or two.
I also like daydreaming so when seeing me, I look like I'm in some sort of daze like state but can snapped out of it if someone calls my name.
I'm very curious too and wouldn't be really disgusted by anything when telling me a fact about anything and could find anything interesting.
I also like telling stories about my life and get excited when people ask me about myself since I have so much to share and will gladly tell people who I trust only.
-Honeybee 🐝🌸
Really hope that this isn't long ^_^
Thanks! This'll be the last one I accept for future reference. You chose Harry Potter as the fandom. I hope you enjoy, Hun!

George Weasley was always the more subdued twin. It was always Fred pulling the large stunts while George tended to be the planner. Fred was always the heartthrob, despite looking the exact same. And that was fine, since George only has his eyes for you.
You're a muggle. As far as you know, there's no such thing as wizards. However, the Weasley family had always been very accustomed to the muggle world. So, you run into the twins at the mall. They're just by themselves, while you're with a few friends (although you're sadly a fifth wheel). You're clothes shopping, and you immediately catch George's eye.
Fred was always the one to fall hard and fast over anyone, but George was more reserved with his feelings. And yet, there was something about you. He found you to be attractive, and Fred instantly could tell. George wanted nothing more than to let out go - sweater shopping was more of a priority - even though you looked cute and like you had spunk.
So, Fred took initiative. He pulled his brother open and forced George to introduce him to you. Fred adorned a knowing look, but George shrugged it off, being his natural friendly self. You reciprocate that friendliness, and George likes your spunk.
By the end of the short conversation, and your friends rejoin you, you invite them to join them while shopping. Of course, they agree. Fred was glad George was finally breaking out of his romance shell a little.
Even with one afternoon, George was smitten. It wasn't like him. He always thought he would fall for another wizard since somehow that was wizard culture, yet here he was, enamored with a stranger he just met.
But, life goes on. You two keep in touch via normal muggle post cards, and when school starts again, he gets his mother to send it as much as he could. Even just from the letters and occasional photos that were exchanged, he adored your personality. You were open and caring and funny. You were the type of person he liked to surround himself with, and similar to him, but not too much so. He especially adored it when you mailed him your drawings.
Time passes, and George finds himself wanting more. As much as he loved talking via letters, - there was something romantic about the notion - he wanted more. And although he knows you aren't the most physically affectionate, he wants to hold your hand, if only once. He wants to talk in person. He wants to go on cute dates.
And the following summer break was the perfect opportunity to finally create some progress in the relationship. That is, until he discovers a very obvious hitch in his love life.
You had a significant other that he'd only ever heard referred to as a friend. And George was absolutely heartbroken.  More so angry than anything. You two were meant to be. It was fate you two had met. And yet, you were dawdling and ignoring his obvious crush.  
George doesn't show his dismay to you, of course. Instead, he cherishes the time you two spend together. If anything, the betrayal fuels him further to spend as much time as possible in order to prevent you from hanging out with the stand-in. And as much as he just wants to kiss you every time you sweetly compliment you, he restrains. As he's always done, he suffices from hinting at his affections.
Fred notices. He notices the shifts in his behavior, from how he was more negative and aggravated.Always spaced out. Created a seeming alter for every letter and photo and drawing. George was becoming more and more obsessive. Fred is only slightly concerned, though, interpreting it as the average teenage brooding-jealousy combo.
You don't notice these red flags. As far as you're concerned, George is even more perfect than before. He's more energetic and affectionate, more understanding and kind. You two were always together, but you didn't see a problem with it. At some point, George would've definitely informed you about the wizard world, which would've brought you two closer than ever before.
George sees how you feel about him. You just haven't questioned it. George has completely isolated you from your significant other. He's met your parents, just as you've met his. You two hang out one-on-one constantly, so it might as well already be considered dates. And yet, you had yet to put the label on it.
All of a sudden, though, the communication between you and your significant other ceases immediately. They didn't even break up with you in person. It would've been heartbreaking, but George was with you already. That made you start thinking about how you felt about him. How close you were, far closer you'd ever been with your ex. You think you like him. You :
Confess your feelings : You decided it. you liked George Weasley, wizard extraordinaire. It took less courage than you thought, because a part of you had always known he liked you. Of course, GHeorge reciprocated. You two kiss, and it's heavenly. From there, things are oddly smooth.
As weird as it is the George has some sort of secret shrine of you, that's fine. As peculiar as it is the abruptness of the former break-up, it's fine. Everyone has flaws, even though George seemingly had none. George was the perfect boyfriend, from his make-shift gifts to his dedication.
It's easy for George to convince you to move in with him near his new shop in the wizard world now that you're both graduated. As much as you wanted to work, George insisted that the wizard world was as good as heaven. That everything would be perfect. And it was, even if George was rather restricting as to what could be explored. George was great at masking his rather vile flaws, and because of this, you always wondered what was missing in the relationship - other tha your things.
Push him away : You just got out of a relationship. It would be wrong to move on right away. Besides, George was always a friend. As far as you were concerned, he harbored no such feelings for you. So, in order to get over the seemingly momentary crush on the red head, you come up with more excuses to do your own thing. You insist you're too busy for weekly hangouts. You avoid some of his letters the he sends due to your coldness.
George is baffled. He'd done everything right. He kept his scarier flaws hidden, he took care of the significant other, and he's dedicated over a year to winning your affections. At first, he blamed it on other people. But he knew it was you making the decisions to avoid him. And that hurt.
The Weasley family notices instantly how much this has taken a toll. All that negativity and anger he exhibited before was multiplied tenfold. Instead of harmless, playful pranks with his twins, he turns to rather hurtful, violent solo jobs. Nobody was safe from his wrath, as it was the only way to truly cope.
But he decides to take your fate together into his own hands. He brews up a love potion. From there, it was easy. He knew you felt bad for ignoring him. It didn't take much pleading to get you to meet up with him. He offered the potion, which he claims is a wizard juice - it technically is - and you trust him, so you drink it.
And just like that, all those feelings you harbored bubbled over the surface. It was like you were a completely new person. And that new person was George's and George's alone.
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Hi! Could I please get a match up!
I'm a female with 163(nearly... It's actually 162 and something) in height. I have dark brown wavy/curly hair, which I cut into shoulder lentgh recently by myself, and dark brown slightly down turned almond eyes. My skin is pale and it's thin to the point you can see the veins in my right arm like tattoos. I'm a bit over weight. Specially in the belly. I always hear people talk about how beautiful my legs are.
I love wearing right clothes, like leggings, but I don't like to show too much skin, despite loving shorts and off shoulders. Mostly I wear shorts/pants with basic shirts or button up shirts. I switch from sandals to heels depending on my mood and normaly don't wear make up. Also I wear glasses.
I tend to be very straight to the point, but still be as nice as possible since I hate hurting people or making them mad. That's why I usually try to follow the rules for safety despite having a bit of mischief inside of me.
I laugh at anything and sometimes I just can't stop laughing. Specially if I'm nervous, but if I'm scared I'm more likely to freeze and have a hard time moving. I tend to eat a lot when anxious and I blush VERY easily.
I can be a bit clingy, but I try to avoid that because, again, I'm scared of making people annoyed at me and being abandoned.
I could say I'm quite innocent, despite having dirty thoughts (like anyone else) since I try to keep myself safe for the person I choose as my partner for life.
I love drawing, writing and listening to music and I LOVE playing videogames. Cooking is also a great passion of mine and any type of art gets me interested.
YOU’RE MATCHED WITH RUKI MUKAMI!
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“There is that look in your eye again. What are you planing? Don’t lie to me, Livestock; You’re responsible ninety-percent of the time, but I have a feeling that, right now, you’re in the other ten.”
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Appearance:
  ❈  Ruki likes the more natural look on you, with your dark brown hair, especially when you let it rest in it’s natural curl/wave. If you do like to straighten it, or style it a certain way from time to time, though, he isn’t opposed to that sort of change every now and then.
  ❈  He also finds your darker eyes very warming in colour. Unlike his which can feel a little cold from their lighter colour.
  ❈  He doesn’t really think much of your thin skin unless he is quite thirsty~ Your veins can be quite a tempting sight, in all honesty, so it might be safe to cover up a little around Ruki when he’s been holding back.
  ❈  Ruki would probably 100% second the fact that you have beautiful legs, and a beautiful shape all around! He doesn’t become fussy about outfit coordinations, but he does like picking out ones that showoff your legs a little from time to time (only in private, as you don’t like showing too much skin)~ 
Personality:
  ❈  Ruki really likes that you don’t beat around the bush, but is also very impressed by your same tendency to not be as blunt as others. You could definitely teach him a thing or two about not being so direct with his tone whilst still maintaining his point!
  ❈  He doesn’t mind that you are a little mischievous though~ It gives him all the more reason to reprimand you later on, hehe.
  ❈  He definitely takes on the role of protector in the relationship; Whenever you freeze or become nervous, he steps up to begin speaking on your behalf or defending you. This is a (hopeful) layer of security for you though, and might help reassures you about being abandoned.
  ❈  Innocent? Sure, Ruki will believe you... until he gives you reason to think otherwise, that is. He will be tempting without even realising it, so be prepared to be a bit of a fluster around him.
Your Interests:
  ❈  Video games are not exactly his forte, however he does cherish the moments he gets to spend with you when it comes to cooking!!
  ❈  He enjoys looking over your writing and offering advice when you ask for it! Not so knowledge with advice on drawing though, but he enjoys you presenting your work to him all the same!
Other Possible Matches: Shuu Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki.
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nickeverdeen · 1 year
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Hi! I was wondering if you’re still doing matchups? If you are, then I hope you don’t mind doing mine! I’m hoping for one for Harry Potter with male characters. My pronouns are she/her.
Appearance wise, I’m a short left-handed girl, standing at 4’11 3/4 or 152 cm. I have dyed Camilla rose (closest color name I could find on Google lol) hair and dark brown eyes. I’m a Sun Capricorn, Moon Virgo, and Rising Leo with a personality of an ISFP. I am straight (leaning towards greyaromatic), but according to every single one of my friends who thought (some are still convinced) that I’m a lesbian that I give off very gay vibes. No matter how loud I get, I’m 100% an introvert. I don’t mind silence, I love it at times, which sometimes creates first impressions of me as a nice, polite, and quiet girl, so when they see me being mean to my friends, they get so surprised.
My entire humor consists of the classical “Your Mom” jokes, exposing my friends, bullying, and lying/gaslighting. I also love exerting my right to say ‘no’ since a lot of people don’t like saying it and I love gaslighting the hell of my friends. Although, I do lie about some things because I don’t want to be seen as weak or ignorant or easily exploitable, which leads to me acting like a know-it-all at times.
Despite that, I have a blunt personality which also stems from saying no a lot. My friends describe it as the humbling kind. l tend to be more blunt for emotional things, like calling them out if they went too far on someone else, but if any of those things were directed at me, I tend to be silent. I don’t like talking about myself a lot to my friends and even my parents. I’m about blunt with talking about vulgar things, sometimes sexual stuff but only if my friends bring it up first, and it doesn’t help that I curse a lot. I also love being a bad influence, trying to convince my friends to do stupid things with me. Generally I don’t stress which is weird to both me and my friends. A very important test could be happening in the next hour and I’d be out here making jokes and playing around while my friends are stressing out of their mind.
Hobbies! I play the piano, violin, guitar, clarinet, and just recently the kalimba! Despite all of this, I’m planning on dropping my music lessons in a few months. I’ll be sad to drop especially the piano which I’ve been playing for over 10 years now, but I was never that passionate for music as it was something I forced to keep going by my parents. The other instruments, I’ve picked up within the last 3-5 years. Music’s always been and will be my friend, but it’ll just be on the back burner for now. I’ve gotten new hobbies instead, like drawing and writing!
I see
Your Harry Potter match is…
Ronald Weasley
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First of all: height jokes
When Ron’s feeling really playful, he’d rest his arm on your head teasingly
As soon as you got mean to your friends, Ron was really suprised thinking they maybe did something?
After a while he realized it
He doesn’t care that you give off gay vibes, he loves the whole of you
At first he wasn’t really into the all “your mom” joke thing
After a while he’d definetly warm up and start using it too
Maybe way too much
Ron mainly likes the fact that you can stand up for yourself and say “no”
At first he thought you were like Hermione in the first year: know-it-all
It didn’t take him long to realize thag the “know-it-all” thing is not the real whole you
Does his best to comfort you if you’re feeling stressed
Even though you don’t like to talk about yourself, he’d definetly brag about you and show how amazing you are off to Harry, Hermione and definetly his family
Ron is a trouble-maker, so if you ever wanna do something stupid, count him in
When you’re in public he likes to hold your hand
If Ron gets jealous he’d probably put his arm on your lower back
Even though it seems to him kinda weird that you don’t stress, he’s glad that you don’t
Ron prefers if you wouldn’t stress at all instead of stressing all the time
Asking each other for help with homework
He’d mostly ask you
Playing piano? He’d ask you to teach him how to play
He’d try his best, but still fail
Mad at your parents for forcing you to do something you don’t wanna
Ron is amazed by how many instruments you play
He’d like to see your drawing if you’d let him, sometimes
Molly loves you!
If you’re ever meeting up with his family they will probably tell you about all the stupid and embarrassing things Ron did when he was a kid
No matter what, Ron us really supportive and caring
Does some silly magic to cheer you up if you’re ever feeling down
Cheek kisses
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splatreference · 1 year
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Splat Reference F.A.Q.
This FAQ will be updated over time as questions arise. Feel free to ask questions in the replies of this post, or directly through the ask box!
This blog is entirely a passion project. Its purpose is to serve as an archive to get references and images for Splatoon-related art and writing in an intuitive way and with everything in one place.
General
Q: What is this blog? A: This is Splat Reference, a blog for archiving photos and material from the Splatoon series. The purpose is to include lots of resources that you would normally need to go digging for conveniently in one place.
Q: How should I use this blog? A: This blog is mainly intended for artists, writers and other creatives for reference or inspiration purposes. Of course, anyone can use it, but keep in mind the kinds of things archived here heavily reflect it being mainly for art reference.
Q: How do I find what I need? A: The Quick Navigation page has links to everything you need, as well as links to external resources that may be helpful. Other than that, everything is sorted through tags.
Q: What should I do if I spot a problem with the blog? A: Send an ask telling me what’s wrong and I will attempt to fix it quickly.
Q: What do you post here? A: Mostly references for the world and environments as well as details from stages and maps. Weapon poses are also an ongoing project.
Q: How does the tag sorting work? Where should I start? A: Weapons, stages and locations are mostly tagged with their own names, so for the simplest answer just look up the name of the thing you need and see if it pops up.
Q: Where can I find Weapon references? A: Weapon Directory. Note that these are mostly POSE references for said weapons. For references purely for drawing the weapon, try Inkipedia or The Models Resource for full models.
Q: Where can I find references for a map or location? A: World Directory.
Q: I clicked on a tag and there’s nothing there. A: Chances are there’s no references yet. There’s a HUGE amount of things to be documented and I’m literally one guy. But if you suspect that the tag or link is misplaced or has a typo, send an ask!
Q: Can we use these as resources in our own projects? A: Yes, quite literally the point of this blog is to be useful for artists and creators!
Q: Do we need to provide credit if we use these as references? A: Not really, but it’s recommended as it would let more people know this blog exists!
Q: Where do you find your resources? A: Most of them are pictures taken by me inside of the game, some are pictures from the official art books.
Q: Do you run the blog alone? A: At the time of writing this, yes, and most if not all of the photos were taken by me. You might see friends helping in PBs though! And of course, viewer submissions are welcome and appreciated through the Ask Box!
Q: Why are you doing this? A: This is a resource that I always find myself needing and to my knowledge nobody was doing it yet. I couldn’t begin to count how many times I’ve wanted to draw something and been frustrated because the angle that I need of a location doesn’t exist or I don’t know how a specific weapon would be held or I don’t know what the streetlights at Flounder Heights look like, so I thought to myself, man, I wish these obscure references were just archived online and I could pull them up easily without having to go on a 20 minute image search/out of bounds video hunt to find what I need. And then I realized I COULD just do it myself. So here I am, doing it myself. You’re all welcome! Now none of us have to die mad not knowing what kind of ground tiles they use at the Reef! Artistic accuracy for the win!
Will you cover...
Q: ....a specific weapon that’s not covered yet? A: Very likely yes, if it’s a multiplayer main weapon in one of the games.
Q: Special Weapons? A: Yes, but they are harder to document because you can’t use specials in Photo Mode, so you need to hold a private battle. Shoutout to @tokopng for modeling the Splatoon 3 specials for the blog! For Splatoon 1 and 2, the references will be there, but unfortunately much more limited due to no photo mode.
Q: Sub Weapons? A: Yes, whichever ones I can. But for sub weapons, you should just be able to find the models online - again, for Splatoon 3 the documenting is easy, but games 1 and 2 no such luck.
Q: Canon characters? A: No. Those aren’t obscure at all in most cases, are very easy to find references for already through image search in any browser, and also have downloadable models if you REALLY need the deets.
Q: Salmon Run maps? A: Yes, shoutout to @fishsticxz and @smolnsalty for helping document these. I don’t know about Splatoon 2 maps because private jobs aren’t available, so no promises on those right now.
Q: Singleplayer hubs/levels? A: I am going to focus on covering the hub worlds and some stages, but the stages and levels are not going to be covered in much detail.
Q: Victory poses? A: For Splatoon 3, I am covering the weapon victory poses. Not doing the same for the other games, and for other victory poses you can find them on the net as is.
Q: Clothing/gear? A: Absolutely not.... there’s hundreds of pieces of gear - but if you need references look no further than Inkipedia! However, I will be posting clothes that are more obscure sometimes.
Q: Out of bounds? A: I have no means of going out of bounds, so unless someone submits their own photos this has to be a no, excluding stuff like jumping off the stage if there’s anything interesting under.
Q: When is (x) going to be covered? A: Hard to say, I don’t do this on a schedule. However, I prioritize Splatoon 3 as it is the easiest game to document things from and follow internal game order (stages and weapons).
Q: Can we ask for something that hasn’t been covered yet? A: Yes, but I won’t guarantee it’ll happen. However, if something is asked for and would normally be ages away, I might prioritize it over the actual order. If it’s on the list here and I’ve answered no, then no, I’m likely not going to cover it.
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Ophelia smiles at Sora, pleased at his strength and commitment. He was neither arrogant nor dismissive. Tapping her finger upon the table, the cards rapidly shuffled themselves at high speed before laying themselves out in formation upon the tables surface. "Magic dates back eons, dear boy. Long ago, it was called Thaumaturgy. That means Creation of Mysteries. It has been a pursuit among the mundane and mystics of every age. I was no exception." She flipped a card. Tower, upright position. She hummed. "Long ago, I was a Witch. I pursued magic for no other reason than to be the best. I wanted to surpass all mages of yore. I put my all into that grand undertaking. I was strong, smart, and talented. A prodigy they called me." She flipped another card. Death, reversed. She said nothing for a moment. "I achieved the very peak, the absolute pinnacle of mortal ability. Not just the peak of humanity, but the peak of mortals everywhere. I wasn't satisfied. I had hit a wall, and my prowess could go no further. I was convinced there was a level beyond. I pursued those lofty heights with zealous fervor." She locked eyes with Sora now.
"Until I finally succeeded. I shattered that wall, and my magic ascended beyond mortal limits. At first, I was elated. It was only later I truly understood." She placed a hand over her own heart. "Sora. I lost something. A part of myself I can't name, a part of myself that I never knew I had. I had become something different, and lost a part of myself I can never get back. I have become a warden of the world itself. Eternal, until the very day I am either struck down or this world's end. Heed my words. Magic is fickle. If you try to take too much, it will take from you in turn."
There's a considerate pause as the tale is unwoven before him. For the intro into this lesson, in all honesty, Sora couldn't find himself surprised. Science within his old days of schooling had centered the land's creation by those means, yet, becoming a wielder of the Keyblade and actively living alongside these great forces offered a new truth. It makes him curiously reflect across the scale of his own journey for a fleeting moment.
Reality. Dreams. Data. The Heart Realm itself, to new and more hidden frontiers. That power of creation felt the most fitting with the endless vitality of the heart that situated itself in all places.
Given Ophelia's expertise and way she seamlessly played with boundaries. (Making a small, humble home have the spatial significance of a mansion within), it was so easy for him to imagine. As his vision kept a surprisingly solid focus on the cards she held and the amount, it was through the arcana did these particular symbols hold a new vestige of mystery to him. It could genuinely wait as her tale breaking through the mortal limit was.. sad. Leaning in, he keeps to his politeness, not daring to interrupt as through the birth of their developing connection, an aura of melancholy flocked through the training room.
"Ophelia..."
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The heaviness that permeates the current atmosphere is a cloak he refuses to shed. Right now it was a lesson to drink in, and for the time, it gives him the most abrupt smidgen that he also found himself crossing upon a similar border by entirely different means. By facing the great Natural Laws, determined to march past their boundary in order to win a desolate war, it left a price to be paid. ..That said, he could confidently believe that his intentions hadn't been a measure of pride.
Power to Sora has always been a well to where takes only as much as he needs. For the power that remains alive and thriving in the vessel of his heart, it brought to limits carried in it's capacity. That said, there's the unnerving reality that he could also be introduced to a risky brink.
"When it comes to magic and it's might.." There's a pause as he draws himself from his seat, standing steady as a means of showcasing his respect on the matter. "I only want what I need, and with a lot of the dangers out there.. It does make me recognize I need to refine my strength. As it stands, with the exercise you showed me, heheh. It shows me that I still have an incredibly long way to go, mainly in new ways to see it and make it shine."
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"And share that with the countless people who helped me get this far. That goes for you now too. I'm.." There's a momentary pause as he tries to find the words. Feelings are one thing to professionalize in, translating them to speech is another, something the warden has in spades.
"I want you to know from what you've shown me so far, you still do hold a lot of what makes you, you. Heheh, can't really say that without knowing you as long, but warmth like this? That's just something I want to put my bets into believing."
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delusional-mishaps · 3 years
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PLSSS I WAS TRYING TO FIND HEIGHT HEADCANNONS FOR THE AU SANS' AND THIS CAME UP PLS WHY DID I LAUGH
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WHAT 🧍 PLSSS IM NOT TRYING TO MAKE FUN OF THIS BUT WHY IS IT THE FUNNIEST THING EVER PLSSS 😭😭😭😭
Likes: killing
ya so did my creepypasta oc when i was into creepypsta bud ur not special 🙄
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husbandohunter · 3 years
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Windblume Memories [Genshin Impact]
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Synopsis: “The annual Windblume festival held in the name of romance and freedom! Why not celebrate it with your lover?”
Characters: Kaeya, Diluc
(A/N): A self-indulgent headcanon because Mihoyo has yet to give us more moments with our husbandos. Just imagining them having fun and enjoying, mah heart~~ And no Mihoyo, if you bother giving us their quotes why can’t you just give us a hangout already (cri cri)
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{Diluc}
“I do know how to play music. Is it so strange?"
• As the most eligible (former)bachelor of Mondstadt, it wouldn't be a surprise if he actually knew the ways of an instrument. But here you were, comepletely awestruck while looking expectantly at your fiance.
• "Diluc you're so perfect I love you!" -you probably
• Back in the days when he took his etiquette lessons, Diluc also learned how to play the violin as well as the piano but the lyre was a traditional instrument of Mondstadt so he focused on that the most.
• His repitoire would lean more to the soft and solemn pieces. (Like his soundtracks HA)
• Diluc is quite shy when you ask him to give you a performance but the way you just plead, he can't say no
• If you don't know how to play an instrument, he'll be more than glad to help you. He's an excellent teacher due to the vast amount of patience he has (thought can't really say the same for other people) and could spend hours elaborating on the same place you've been stuck at.
"Why is this song so slooooow?"
"You're being too hasty, love."
• You're worried if he's bored but Diluc reassures that he isn't. Seldom does he have the opportunity to spend time with you like this so he makes sure to treasure every moment (Even when you're about to break the goddam lyre out of frustration).
• But when you do manage to make it to the end after several attempts, albeit still terrible, there would be the stupidest fat grin on your face while chanting, "I did it! I did it!"
• And he'd praise you as a soft expression graces his features, "You certainly did."
• Soft man I cri
"It takes a long period of training to become a battle-ready archer. These games are only enough to pass the time."
• "No Diluc, I brought you here to have fun not to have this as a training session."
• This man can do pretty much ANYTHING and literally win you any prize. You want that stuffed toy? Consider it taken.
• Perhaps the activities weren't challenging enough. Whether it'd be wind gliding or the peculiar wonderland house, he's got the reflexes for it all.
• Since Diluc is so battle oriented, he treats the games as such. You call him a worry wart after falling into the pit just because you steped on the wrong stone: "Diluc I’m fine. Its just a game." He’ll grab you out of pure instinct and apologize shortly after when you pout at him
• Eventually Diluc learns to loosen up while still keeping an eye at your stance. You figured it would probably be best if you two stuck with something more light and carefree. In a nutshell, anything but the peculiar wonderland house.
• At the end of the day, the two of you are exhausted from all that workout. While closing up Angel's Share after a long night, Diluc catches you falling asleep at the front bar and gently drapes his coat over your shoulders.
• His initial plan was to wake you up since the ideal place to sleep would be the Dawn Winery but Diluc didn't have the heart to wake you up. He simply sits on the stool beside you while leaning down to memorize your serene look, thankful to have been able to experience what it's like to live in a city of freedom again.
{Kaeya}
"Oh dear, is this what they call a height advantage? I suppose I can go a little easy on you all to make things a bit more exciting."
• You gave him that look where you weren't quite sure if he was lying or telling the truth. Could the Cavalry Captain be afraid of heights? You'll never know.
• So regardless, you guys decided to fly together which at first was meant to be a competition of who can collect the most flowers. You managed to land safely with the highest score while your boyfriend was still behind, trying to avoid the dusty balloons.
"Seems like I went a little too easy on you," he jests. You roll your eyes.
"Alright, let's go for another round then."
• This time you had a different idea. Just a few seconds before the game started, you took him by the hand and jumped straight off the platform. The whole time as the two of you were soaring through the air, you held him tight.
• "Now it shouldn't be so scary anymore!"
• The surprised expression he had lasted for a moment before melting into a smile, "How very cunning of you, darling."
• Your security gave him the chance to admire the scenery from the skies, it was a breathtaking view. How your hair whips beautifully against the wind and your pink-tainted cheeks from the cold, breathtaking.
• Though, holding the other meant you had to collect the flowers with one hand and one arm which proved to be very unproductive. Even once the both of you landed within the garland of windwheel asters, Kaeya was still holding your hand.
• Kaeya often treats fearful situations as thrilling experiences but the outcome in the end turned out to be more favourable than he had initially planned it to be. Though if you’re a novice windglider beware, this man will let you go at random times just so he can see your reactions. 
"What an interesting diversion. Since everyone's in high spirits, it would truly be a shame if I didn't pitch in a little!"
• You were extremely curious of Kaeya's musical skills since his nature tends to lean towards the frivolous side. Unexpectedly, his tunes and playing style sounded melancholic as well. Most likely due to the fact of growing up in the Ragnvindr household.
• Since he hangs out at the bars during late nights quite often, Kaeya would know how to play a few tunes he picked up along the way. He would love to give you a full on performance! Anything for his sweetheart~ Though keep staring and you might find him teasing you about it after.
• Honestly Kaeya also makes an excellent teacher. His way of wording makes everything so easy to understand which is helpful to avoid silly mistakes. He teaches you very simple lyre pieces, brushing his fingers over yours every once in a while to help you adjust the right position.
• You think he's doing this on purpose to get you bothered but Kaeya simply feigns ignorance.
• But if you do know how to play a lyre, it would be a session where both of you share your songs. Out of all of them, there was one song that stuck out the most:
You felt a sense of longing in the tune Kaeya played. Far too slow to match the upbeat atmosphere of Mondstadt during the day and not as romantic as it would be during the night. Instead, it seemed to reflect the emotion of sadness, like hands reaching to a far away land which turned out to be nothing but a mirage.
"Where did you learn that piece? I never heard it before," you comment shortly after he finished.
Kaeya hums playfully while shooting a grin to match, "I composed it myself."
"Is that so?" You learned to not take everything at face value when talking to your lover, "Then where did you draw your inspiration from. It doesn't seem like you'd create it on a whim when your expertise lies in swordsmanship."
"Aha just when did you become so keen sweetheart?"
"Since I started dating you."
"Touche."
There would be a momentary pause and during times like these, it was easy to tell that the subject was related to his homeland. Kaeya always found it hard to bring up the topic, even before he met Crepus, music was one of the very last traces that tied his life to the scarce warms days of Khaenriah.
"What's the song called?"
Thankful that you changed the subject, Kaeya answers, "Frozen Dreams. At least, that is what I can remember."
"Frozen Dreams?" You pondered quietly, "I wonder what that title means."
"Do you like it that much?"
"Of course, that piece must be very important to you right? I would like to learn it," You pump your fists determinedly, I would like to learn about you as much as I can.
He looks at you, lips slightly parted at your genuine declaration. Although you may be tenacious when it came to his secrets, Kaeya did not doubt that it was also one of the quirks he loved about you most. With a small chuckle, he complies your request, “It would be my pleasure.”
Sometimes its best to leave the words unspoken. Perhaps another day when Kaeya feels ready to tell you everything, for now he will revel in the present where the intagible feelings of music and emotion do the speaking.
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Haunting my Dream(s)
Synopsis: You met Natasha when she was living in Ohio. She was your best friend (maybe more) and you were hers. Everything was perfect until one day she disappeared from your life, breaking both of your hearts in the process. That night was when the dreams started. 24 years later and you can't get her out of your life. Maybe it's time you actually pay attention to your dreams. Pairing: Natasha Romanoff / Female reader. Tags: angst Disclaimer: I don’t own Black Widow or anything Marvel related. Word Count: 4.3K
I have always liked rainy days. For as long as I can remember, these types of days have held an attraction for me, it’s as if the cold and the gray clouds called me and asked me to listen to their stories. Most of the time they came to me consciously and lucidly in the daytime world.
To say those cold gray days did not put me in a nostalgic and longing feeling would be a lie. Longing for her, for the past, for the thousands of questions that remained unanswered, the hidden truths buried in the depths of my mind and my being.
Sometimes those days were torturous, reminding me of what I lost, a person that my mind tried to lock in that place where painful memories end. That comfort that usually came with the witnesses of the rain, like the smell of the grass and the wet earth, from time to time becoming my own prison, trapping me in a labyrinth of memories suppressed and assumptions.
Despite that, the rain called me like a jealous lover to the dreamlands, where I would know undoubtedly, from time to time, she would be there, patiently waiting for me.
I had never allowed myself to speak consciously about her until today, 24 years after the dreams began.
For years I did not question the meaning of it, I sought consolation thinking that it was just a feeling of longing for my "Best Friend", that feeling you have when you think you lost something good without explanation.
Or maybe it had an explanation. I don’t know.
The first time I dreamed it, it caught me off guard. Over the years, that dream became recurring and at some point, a refuge.
The set up and places always changed. A hotel, a restaurant, a shopping center, a beach, the cabin in the mountains, our old school, a clubroom, a field, her backyard ... and so I could go on with the list.
Physically she does not look like the person I remembered. It was someone else face, her skin was different and her eyes weren't the shade of green I remembered, but it was her. I know it was her, her essence is unique.
Sometimes she is taller than me. Other times (most of them) she is slightly shorter than I am. We are normally the same height.
It always happens the same way:
I find myself talking with a group of people, friends who correspond to the moment in my life in which I find myself. Friends and acquaintances, teachers and family, love interests that only appeared once and faded from my attention after she arrived. In hindsight I think that must have been my second biggest sign.
I am always in the middle of a conversation on any topic that, in the same way, resembles the point in my life where I found myself, such as high school, the next exam, the final presentation, the thesis, my recruitment, the mission. A good time, good company, but the weather is always cloudy, sometimes with a few small drops, most of the time with torrential rain.
Suddenly, my eyes and attention are diverted to someone who is approaching the group of people I am with.
"Natasha"
Her name resounds between the drops hitting the glass and the thunder that echoes in the distance. It’s like a whisper that should be imperceptible but in my mind it’s the only clear thing that I heard. Strong enough to silence the sounds of people around me and escapes my lips like a forbidden breath.
"Natasha"
I had not dared to pronounce it since our separation, a little over 12 months ago... But you should not take it for sure. There are things that my mind had blocked and was trying to avoid, so I may be wrong with the time.
She walks to us and greet us like it's a common thing. She greets everyone with a kiss on the cheek and a short hug.
She never greets me first.
When she stands in front of me, time stops for a few seconds and suddenly my arms are on her back in a hug that makes me feel that time has not passed, as if we had stopped seeing each other for a few minutes and nothing more.
Her hands draw me to her and squeeze me tightly, I feel mine bringing her closer as well , trying to communicate things that I don't know how to express. Trying to make her feel what my 12-year-old self never knew how to express.
But it’s not necessary, in the dream only hours have passed and not a few months (or years).
I distance myself from her and look at her face that reflects my smile. That face unknown to me but that my heart knows is her. I would recognize her in any dream.
Her hand seeks my hand (or is it mine that seeks hers first?) And intertwines our fingers in endless thoughts. My logic knows things that my self does not and, on this earth, I am not allowed to know yet.
With her by my side, the conversation continues as if there hasn't been any kind of interruption. The people around me do not act strangely, even those who cannot theoretically know her do not treat her differently. That we are holding hands does not cause a blink-of an eye from no one.
At one point (or is it hours later? I don't know, the time here behaves differently) I turn to look at her. I know there are a thousand things I want to say, my mind tries to sort the train of thoughts that I would like to follow but it is impossible.
"Can we talk?"
"We need to talk"
A laugh leaves my lips hearing us say it at the same time. I don't know if we were always in perfect sync or it’s something of this context.
"Alone" I hear myself say, referring to the fact that, although we have been talking for hours (o  minutes) with the group of people we are, this talk is important and should only be between us two.
She doesn't say anything.
She never does.
She just takes my hand, says goodbye to the others making signs that we have to go. No one ever questions her, not me. They just accept it and we say goodbye as if we were going to see each other tomorrow.
We turn around and walk a couple of steps before I let go of her hand by shoving my hands into my pockets. She just laughs and keeps hers in her coat. The cold is less intense when we walk.
Every now and then my hips thrust into hers as she smiles at me. Hearing her laugh provokes things in me.
"Can we order something?"
"Of course"
I never know the destination, I think that it adapts to the scenario that my mind decided to put on this occasion. Sometimes it’s inside a classroom, other times it’s a bench surrounded by bushes, most of the times is a table in a restaurant, the furthest from everything. But there are always many people and doors to pass before we get there.
When we arrive, we sat down. I feel her gaze on me. The one that she gave me several times, that look that doesn’t express anything but I know that it held many questions, the one that observes me as if trying to guess my next movement or thoughts, as if she wanted to decipher each and every one of my deepest thoughts.
Or so I usually think.
"Let's talk"
"Do you know what we need to talk about?"
"Yes" my voice is confident, without hesitation I try to say it. "About us"
"What about us?"
"You know" you've known all this time. Probably even before me.
"And you too"
Her eyes drift to my lips, her gaze posing for a few seconds before meeting my eyes again. Unconsciously (or maybe it's the most conscious thing I do on this earth) I lick my lips and her eyes follow my movements again.
"Okay, let's talk then"
"Y/N, see you in a minute" ... ... ...
An alarm sounds and ...
Sometimes the chirp of the birds is the first thing I hear, other days it’s the same rain that, as a jealous lover, tears me away from those lands and brings me back to reality. This reality where I know that she is not with me, that we have not spoken in months (or years) and leaves me with this feeling of wanting to know about her.
For 24 years I had the same dream.
For 24 years I never paid attention to that need or that desire to want to know about her, which intensified as time passed. Sometimes months passed before dreaming of her again. Generally it was once a year.
For a long time, I convinced myself that I was not ready to see her, I was not ready to conclude that talk that the land of dreams denied me, always expelling me the moment she pronounces my name and tells me she’ll see me in a minute.
And now...
Now I am here, trying to finish a dream that started and has stayed with me for approximately 8760 days. Right now I'm a phone call away from asking her so many things, but I know it can't be like that yet.
When I looked for her after the last dream, it was because I woke up with a need like I had never felt before. It was not enough get used to the idea that you could be okay, it was not enough the few times I met you in the real world and turned around. It was not enough that time that by chance I found your file in Maria's files and went in to read it just to know that you were okay, and lose it days later. I imagine Hill figured it out.
After this dream and everything that happened with Thanos and the world, I knew that I had to stop being a coward. I looked for you for several days, they say that if you don’t want to be found, you’ll never be found. I tried various sides and people, but I always ran into walls. At some point I thought you were one of the people we lost when the snap happened, but your name was never on those lists. Just when I thought that again it was not written in my destiny to meet you again (and thinking"OK universe, if I should not find her I will understand") ... I found you.
It took me a couple of days to form a message. For a few hours just looking at your file and the number calmed me down, but something inside me demanded more, asked for more. Someone asked me if I was ready to write to you and I always replied that I didn't know. But my soul screamed to write to you, to initiate a contact and, although it took me 3 hours to write those few lines, at the end of the day I did.
"Hey Natasha, I'm Y/N, maybe this message surprises you a bit, but I don't know if it's something crazy or not (it could be), the point is that I've been dreaming about you (for several years now to be honest, always the same dream, never changes). And to be honest I had always left it alone, however, I dreamed of you last week and I woke up with this very strong urge to look for you, stronger after the decimation. Somewhat difficult if I'm honest, you really know how to hide very well Tasha, but finally something pointed me in the right direction and here I am. Anyway. I do not know if you will read this message or even if I will have an answer, I just wanted to know if you were okay, I sincerely hope you are. Y/N "
I convinced myself that was enough. I convinced my mind not to expect anything, that the message was what I needed to calm my soul, that it didn't matter if you didn't see it or even didn't respond to it. Deep, deep inside, I knew I wanted an answer from you. Which one? I don't know, just that I wanted or needed you to answer.
Although the dream was consistent for 24 years, the last two times that I dreamed it, after I wrote to you, dreamland presented me with two more versions, two new “options”. In the first I saw you, (now your physique corresponded with your essence) but I couldn't reach you. I couldn't get close to you. In the second we talk a little, we exchange 4 or 5 sentences, but never alone.
That was right before you answered me in real life:
"Today. 5 pm. Americana cafeteria"
And now ... am I really ready?
I think the answer to that is no.
You are never ready, at least not consciously. I just know that my heart and mind are finally in the same place. Thanos really did a huge number on various people. Including you.
The place she chose is brighter than I thought, for once the storm clouds don't feel as gray or heavy. This time, that halo of light is enough to illuminate our surroundings. We are at a table, there are some cups of coffee in front of us, you watch the rain fall while your hand plays with the handle of the cup, the other is resting on your cheek.
"Y/N I ... I don't know where to start"
"It's okay. You don't have to say anything right now, just ... just let me speak first, please "
"Okay"
You access without problem. I don't know if it was always like this or not, but this time you know I need it. Maybe you also need the time.
“I know exactly what you were or what you are to me. Maybe it took me 24 years to understand it, I think it was more like accepting it. I always wondered why, you know? "
You just look at me, silently asking me what I mean with your eyes. I know deep down you know it. You extend your hand that plays with the cup and took mine. For a moment I take it and play with your fingers. I want to let go but you stop me, like an anchor tying me to this reality.
And maybe that's what he needed.
“I always wondered why it had hurt so much to part with you, why I cried in the afternoons after our fight, why I couldn't just be with you. Was it a bad or forbidden thing to love you the way I did? What was it that the universe or God wanted to avoid that had to separate us? "
"Y/N"
"I know, I know, probably, well no, surely it was a lesson we had to learn though"
Her fingers intertwine with mine, one of her fingers caressing my hand, as she always did, instantly calming me down.
“I know who I am and now so many things make sense, God, it's painful to see how they didn't before. Now I understand why my relationships did not work as I thought they should, now I understand why it hurt me so much and why so many years ago I could not face you "
"Surely for the same reasons why it hurt me so much too"
I look into her eyes. Those green irises that haunted me for so many years. Even today they do.
“Telling you that you were very important in my life it’s not all you meant to me. You were my first love you know and, well what can I say so many years later? Now I understand all my feelings towards you, now I understand the intensity and innocence that we had during our relationship. It's true when I tell you that all the years that I spent without you only made me realize how much impact you had on my life. They say that the first love is never forgotten and you know what? It's true. It's so fucking true "
“I know, I couldn't forget you either. I think at some point, you became like this ghost or this shadow that did not went away from me. I guess that's why I couldn't look for you after leaving ... "
Her voice cuts out. There's no need to talk about why she unexpectedly left Ohio that day. When I entered S.H.I.E.L.D and after hearing Barton tell your name to Fury, I decided to hack the system and find out about you. Those skills were what led me to join the agency, so I thought it would be something easy. In the end I did it, but it took me a while to do it until that day I found your file in Hill's archives.
“To be honest, I was able to accept that recently. That you had been my first love. So many years I lied to myself trying to justify that I only saw you as a friend, what a fool I was "
"Silly no detka, you just weren't ... we weren't ready"
"Could be"
“I can definitely tell you that I know I felt things for you too, I can't cover the sun with a finger, but for obvious reasons I couldn't look for you and then I couldn't dare to look for you, not after everything I had done and with so much red in my ledger. I always thought of you thou, I wondered what become of your life. I guess I don't think I was ready either and with various things happening in my life ... Now, I also understand several things. I forgive you for not looking for me that night, I understood that it was something that was not in our hands"
I lightly squeeze her hand and look at her. Slowly I turn my gaze to her eyes and there it is, again, trying to decipher what is going through my head, as if trying to prepare or anticipate something. Unconsciously I moisten my lips with my tongue.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything"
"What was I, for you?"
“A watershed in my life. A pending chapter "
I don't know if it's what I expected or not. I don't even know what I wanted to hear, but her words carry a lot of weight for me. I look at our hands again, I see slowly how her other hand covers them, as if she wanted to protect them.
PENDING.
The word overwhelms me more than I ever thought. It puts me in this state of nervousness, ecstasy, uncertainty, happiness. Of everything and nothing at the same time.
Pending. Without resolving.
Pending. Unfinished.
Pending.
PENDING.
PENDING.
“I know you are gay. And there were so many things between us that it would be absurd of me to try to put you inside a label or a box. You were many things to me. I've learned that you don't need a label to feel comfortable with yourself"
She stared into my eyes as I shot her a glance, lightly squeezing her hands.
I'm here.
I'm with you.
You are with me.
You are here.
"Did you ever wonder what would have happened?"
"If you had stayed?"
She can only nod her head while looking away.
"Several times. More than I would like to admit. You?"
"Every time I thought of you"
Her hands release mine and take the forgotten cup of coffee with a slow sip. I look at my warm and dark coffee, the waves caused by the movement come and go.
"I want you to be free"
Her gaze turns doubtful, intriguing even. She leaves the cup on the table.
“You said that at one point I became a ghost or shadow. I don't want to continue being that. I want you to be free. You are too important to me and I want you to be happy. Really"
"You say it like this is the last time I will see you"
There it is. The easy way out, the conclusion of many things. If I say goodbye and get up of this chair, I will end this chapter. I can get on with my life.
But...
"It is not"
"Then?"
Her gaze seeks mine, that gaze equal to that of 24 years ago where I promised my life and she promise she would never lave. That look full of so many insecurities and fears. That look that deep down we know that we would break our promises and break both our hearts.
But this time I have the power of decision in my hands. This time I am in control.
“It’s obvious that we have a strong connection. And I think the way we ended things, that unfinished chapter, where we were and at the age we were, influenced us to unconsciously drag things along and follow us through life. So I want to free you and get rid of those ghosts"
"Y/N, what are you trying to say?"
“I want us to leave the luggage that we dragged behind. I don't want you to be my one that got away”
"Please be clear"
Clear. That word resounds like thunder fallen within the enclosure and is transformed into five simple words.
what do you want?
I want... I want... I want...
I WANT.
I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.
"I want to be with you. I want to see where this connection can take us and I definitely want to know you with the intention of being your girlfriend. I want to try this. Give us a chance to be a couple. Really"
"Detka" her words stay there. I take both of her hands between mine and lift them resting my elbows on the table.
"I know. I know there are a thousand things to fix, okay? I know. But precisely for that reason, with all the more reason we should do it. It’s clear to me that we both started with a light luggage that over the years became a mega suitcase. At least that's how it was with me ”.
"Same with me"
I smile slightly.
“I know we are not the same people we were at twelve, we have to get to know each other again. For my part I have forgiven what I had to forgive of you and myself. It took me 24 years to understand and accept it and I don't want 24 more years to go by. I'm tired of running and forcing things that I didn't understand why they didn't work. I will never be ready, whatever way I think it to be. I know that there is a great risk in all this, I know the world is in chaos and the mission to find the gems has not been easy”
Her gaze does not seem surprised at this confession.
"And still you want ... but why?"
"Because it's you. As simple as that"
Probably simple wasn't the word she expected.
There are so many complications and logical reasons to run to the other side. Definitely none of this fit with my plan to find her again, but what would life be like if all our plans went according to what we idealized?
It's so fucking ironic.
But so simple to understand.
And so, so simple.
Suddenly everything made sense.
“Sorry if it took me so many years to find you, but here I am in front of you. Closing all the past and setting us free from it. Here I am, ready to give myself to you completely. To meet us and take the opportunity. I think neither you nor I need a conventional love and let's be honest, we probably don't make sense, but don’t you wanna stop asking what if? I know that I prefer to find out"
She doesn’t say anything. For a few moments my anxiety begins to take over me. I try to count the seconds and focus on my breathing. Her hand in mine is sufficient anchor to the present.
"I am"
"You are?"
"Yes detka" There is her laugh again. The one that caused butterflies in my stomach so many years ago and today causes them elsewhere.
"Like you said, if I'm here and you're here, why don't we try?"
Four words that make it all seem simple, but probably not, but what the fuck does it matter now? The universe screamed at me many times that I should look fir her, it tried to teach me the lesson very early but my stubborn self was probably opposed to accepting the truth.
Natasha Romanoff was my first love, the first person I ever innocently loved, the first person who made me question myself. She was the first to break my heart (and the first heart I broke)
And now, after so many years, I have found her again.
I feel a slight squeeze in my hands and Natasha stands up. Before I can question anything, her lips steal mine in a kiss that has been waiting for almost 8,760 days. It's everything I could imagine. Her lips move in perfect sync with mine and just when I think it can't be more perfect, her tongue asks for access and I happily oblige.
A vibration on the table interrupts us, Natasha keeps her forehead on mine, eyes closed, savoring the moment, with a peck on my lips, she moves away from me and looks at whatever interrupted our moment.
Natasha takes my hand and with a slight tug pulls me to my feet. In reality she is taller than me by about 5 cm. Her eyes search mine.
"Ready to save the world?"
I just nod my head.
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Feeding the Weary Traveler
Mitsuri Kanroji x She/Her Reader
A/N: Warnings for this one are homophobia and a mention of physical assault. Let me know if you think I should mention anything else. It’s a relatively light story considering. I usually like to keep the sexuality of the reader undiscussed so it could be anything, but this time around reader doesn’t seem to be interested in men in the slightest. It’s only a couple of lines but just a heads up. Hope you like it! Sorry if there are more errors than usual. My internet is painfully slow and it makes uploading a chore and a half. Word Count: 6,388
Mitsuri hummed happily to herself as she surveyed the various food stalls lighting up the night around her. She wasn’t sure where she should begin, it all looked so good! She was so lucky to have stumbled upon this bustling little village, and during a festival no less! This dinner was going to be legendary! Hopefully there would be an inn nearby where she could rest between missions and take some time to enjoy it all.
Mitsuri decided that the sweet dango stall was calling her name so she made her way over there first and purchased four skewers. She chewed happily as she walked around and tried to decide what to try next. The dango tasted so good she had half a mind to go back and get a couple more.
The Hashira was about to approach a yakitori stall as she finished her last dango when her crow landed none too gracefully in the dirt beside her. She flapped her wings frantically, her little clover shaped crown slightly askew.
Mitsuri whined as she chewed the last bit of dango before swallowing it down. It looked like dinner was over before it really even started. Well, when duty calls...
She cast one last longing glance at the sizzling meats and followed after her crow out of the village’s well lit valley and into the dark mountains above. Lives could be on the line, dinner could wait.
Mitsuri scaled the rugged terrain, hopping from tree to tree. Her crow flapped erratically just ahead, guiding her to whatever demon was wreaking havoc tonight. Her fingers wrapped tightly over the hilt of her blade as the air became heavy with an overwhelming dense dread that could only be brought on by the demon’s bloodlust.
Mitsuri unfurled her blade and kicked off of the next tree branch particularly hard as a scream ripped through the craggy boulders. A few more leaps and bounds.., she did not slow, a scream could mean many things, it wasn’t over yet. They could still be alive!
Her crow cawed in alarm just as Mitsuri’s eyes locked onto a struggle in the brambles below. Almost on instinct, she cracked her whip-like blade over the demon’s grotesque form, causing it to shriek. The Hashira twirled in the air to land in front of the beast and the young woman trapped and writhing  beneath it.
“Get off of her, you miserable fiend!” Mitsuri commanded, readying her blade to lash at the demon again.
The demon wailed again in anger, crushing the dirt beside its hostage’s head before tearing off into the forest in an attempt to get away from the powerful newcomer.
“Oh no you don’t!” Mitsuri called after it, cracking her nichirin blade over its retreating form. The blade sliced into the tendons in the back of one of its legs, causing it to tumble to the ground. Before it could skitter off to heal, Mitsuri swung her blade around again. The specially forged metal curled around the demon’s neck and with one clean yank, it’s head came clean off.
The slayer stayed alert, scanning the area for any other nearby threats. An exhausted caw from her crow alerted her that it was safe to let her guard down. She quickly turned on her heel to asses the young woman’s condition, observing her as she shakily got to her knees.
Her kimono was ripped and dirtied. Blood seemed to be seeping through her cloth of her shoulder. Her eyes were wide and frightened while her breath came shallow and quick.
“Are you alright?” Mitsuri spoke gently, slowly moving into the girl’s line of vision. She didn’t want to scare her anymore than she already had been tonight.
“I don’t know,” she said between gasping breaths, “I, I’m alive. That’s something.” She tried to get to her feet, but something twinged in her ankle and she fell back to her knees.
Mitsuri knelt at her side in concern.
The girl would need some medical attention. “My name is Kanroji Mitsuri. What’s your name?”
“(L/n) (Y/n).” She shakily replied.
“Let me help you home, (L/n)-san. Do you live in the village down below?” Mitsuri asked, helping (Y/n) to her feet, carrying most of her weight for her.
“No,” (Y/n) answered quickly, almost as if the insinuation pained her, “no, I don’t. I live here, in the mountains. My cottage isn’t too far from here.”
“I’ll help you get home, (Y/n)-san. Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.” Mitsuri assured.
“Thank you, thank you so much.”
Mitsuri eyed the young woman sympathetically. The poor dear was still shaken, but managed to direct Mitsuri in the direction of her home while the Hashira carefully held her up, guiding her through the tough terrain.
Mitsuri frowned at the sight of the worn down shack as it came into view, this couldn’t be it, could it?
“There, I live there.” (Y/n) proclaimed, her voice laced with exhaustion. She must have been able to feel the shift in Mitsuri’s mood at the declaration because she then added, “It’s not much, but it’s home. I built it myself even.”
“Do you live here alone?” Mitsuri couldn’t help but ask, slightly horrified.
“I do.” (Y/n) affirmed, missing Mitsuri’s open-mouthed, wide-eyed shock when she stumbled towards the weathered door. “Thank you again, for saving me and bringing me back home.”
“You’re welcome but...” Mitsuri tried to find words but none would come finally she just shook her head and followed (Y/n)’s stumbling form to the door. “Do you have any medical supplies? Let me help patch you up.”
“I have some things. I’m not sure how helpful they’ll be. You needn’t concern yourself. You’ve done so much for me already, Kanroji-san.”
“Your shoulder could get infected without proper care and your ankle looks sprained or even broken. Let me see what I can do. We might need to take you to the village, there’s got to be a doctor down there.”
(Y/n) shook her head furiously, wincing a bit and grasping her head soon after, “I’m not going into town for anything. I’ll invite you to do what you can here, but that’s where I draw the line.”
Mitsuri was concerned by the girl’s reluctance to go to the village, but she took (Y/n)’s offer and entered the small shack. She was surprised by how homey the inside looked once (Y/n) lit a few lanterns. Not only that, but it smelt heavenly inside.
(Y/n) cursed under her breath as she hobbled over to some kind of makeshift oven and carefully peaked inside before sighing in relief and opened it fully. “It didn’t burn! Thank the gods for small favors I guess.”
“What have you got there, (L/n)-san? It smells very good in here.” Mitsuri said, holding a hand over her stomach in an attempt to quiet its rumbling.
“Bread. Please, help yourself. It’s the least I can offer for all of your help tonight.”
“Really? Thank you!” Mitsuri was practically glowing at the invitation before she remembered why she was here in the first place. “Later! First, let’s check you over.”
(Y/n) gestured to another corner of the space to a wobbly, rustic shelf next to a futon so flat it couldn’t possibly be comfortable to sleep on.  Mitsuri’s heart went out to this girl. She couldn’t be too far off from her in age, this was no way to live, and alone no less.
Mitsuri recovered the tin sitting atop the bottom shelf and motioned the girl to sit on the ground as she noted there were no chairs. She kneeled beside (Y/n)’s injured shoulder. A pained grunt rumbled at the back of the hermit’s throat as she painstakingly loosened and lowered the fabric around her shoulders, baring the bloody claw marks to the Hashira.
“Oh you poor dear...” Mitsuri cooed as she gently probed the torn flesh. At least it wasn’t too deep.
“It’s fine,” (Y/n) shivered and looked away, “could you wrap me up now please. Try to be sparing with the bandages if possible.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Mitsuri frowned. She disinfected and wrapped the wound as Shinobu had shown her during her first aid training and managed to only use about a third of the already meager roll. “There,” she gently patted (Y/n)’s shoulder, “that’s all set. Now I just need a look at that ankle. Oh my, it’s swollen pretty bad. We’ll need to elevate it and you should really lay down.”
“I am pretty tired,” (Y/n) sighed wearily, pulling her kimono back up over her shoulders. “Could you help me up?”
“Of course!” Mitsuri eagerly replied, easily scooping (Y/n) up in her arms and standing to her full height.
(Y/n)’s hands scrambled for purchase on Mitsuri’s uniform from the sudden movement. Once she realized Mitsuri’s hold on her was solid and unwavering she relaxed a bit before pulling her hands back to her own chest and jerking her head outwards away from the pale expanse of the demon slayer’s chest. If at all possible, she was sure steam would roll out of her ears like active geysers.
Mitsuri didn’t notice anything amiss and took the few steps needed to lay (Y/n) down in the sad little bed. Then she paid careful attention to (Y/n)’s leg, tilting and rotating it while getting feedback from the girl.
“Well, I don’t think it’s broken, but you should definitely stay off of it for awhile.” Mitsuri informed, feeling anxious. “So you know anyone nearby? Someone that can assist you with your recovery?”
“I’ll be just fine, trust me.” (Y/n) had said.
“That um, didn’t really answer my question.” Mitsuri smiled a bit tightly as more worry settled in her heart. “Do you have family nearby, friends, close acquaintances?”
“If you must know,” (Y/n) weakly spat, “there isn’t anyone. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for nearly two years now.” She finished bitterly.
Mitsuri flinched back at (Y/n)’s tone and the bedridden girl immediately felt bad. She was only trying to help after all. (Y/n) would have been dead without her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.”
“It’s alright. You’ve had a hard night,” Mitsuri patted (Y/n)’s hand reassuringly. “I’ll just have to watch over you then.”
“Cawww!”
Mitsuri looked over her shoulder at her crow, flapping and comically sweating buckets from her uneasy perch on the windowsill.
“I can take care of myself,” (Y/n) voiced her stance once more, “besides, it looks like your work isn’t over yet. Take a couple loafs for the road as thanks. You’ll need to keep your strength up.”
“I couldn’t.” Mitsuri shook her head. The girl already had so little, it would be a crime to take advantage. She was already paid plenty as a Hashira, she could hold out for a few more hours.
“I insist. I make more than I know what to do with. Quite a bit gets thrown to the wildlife.”
“Well, if you’re sure...” Mitsuri’s resolve crumbled like loose gravel. She was hungry, and the bread smelled really, really good. If (Y/n) was going to insist, how could she say no? Then Mitsuri straightened as an idea formed in her mind. (Y/n) startled as Mitsuri loudly smacked her hands together.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, tomorrow before the sun sets!” Mitsuri said with conviction.
“What?” (Y/n) blinked, watching Mitsuri pack three loafs of bread into a rucksack before giving it back to her crow to fly off with.
“I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you.” Mitsuri said before taking a bite out of a fourth loaf of bread. “Mmm, this is so good!”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I have to get going now, but I’ll be back! Keep your weight off that ankle and don’t strain yourself!” Mitsuri called as she opened the front door.
“No, wait, Kanroji-san!”
But she was already gone, the door closed tightly behind her before she ran off headlong into the dangerous night.
“And she’s gone,” (Y/n) sighed, “just who is she anyway? She’s practically superhuman,” she covered her face in the crook of her good arm, “and she’s really pretty.”
***
By morning Mitsuri was halfway through her last loaf of bread and standing before the familiar sight of the Butterfly Estate. After seeing the state of (Y/n)’s medical supplies, Mitsuri thought it prudent to visit Shinobu and procure a kit for the girl.
“Mitsuri, hello.” Shinobu greeted upon looking up from her microscope. “What brings you here today?”
“Shinobu, you have to help me,” Mitsuri immediately started in, “I saved a girl last night and she got a roughed up a bit before I got to her. Can you help me make a medical kit for her?”
“Of course I’ll help you,” Shinobu smiled, “but I must ask, why not just take her to a civilian doctor? Surely they would be able to provide the help she may need.”
“She lives alone in the mountains. She seems to have a bad relationship with the village in the valley below, but I don’t know why.”
“Just be careful then,” Shinobu warned, “who knows, you might be dealing with a criminal.”
“No way!” Mitsuri gasped, waving the last couple bites of bread in front of Shinobu’s face, “Could a criminal make bread this good? I think not!”
“Please stay vigilant regardless,” Shinobu giggled before switching gears, “now, tell me what happened last night.”
Mitsuri explained the situation the best she could, detailing (Y/n)’s injuries and what supplies she had left. Shinobu helped her pack up a new med kit that would not only replenish (Y/n)’s supplies, but give her some other helpful medicines that she didn’t have initially. Mitsuri thanked Shinobu with a tight hug that forced her fellow Pillar to dangle in the air for a few moments before being lowered to the ground once more. Then she made her way off the property, running off into the woods. She had a lot of ground to cover before sunset.
After a few hours of travel Mitsuri was feeling peckish. She had unfortunately finished the last loaf of bread before leaving Shinobu’s estate and didn’t have time to replenish her snack sack that her crow carried for her. If she was lucky, maybe the festival she had stumbled upon last night was a multiple night event and she could stalk up once she checked on (Y/n).
With an excited hum, she practically flew up the mountain, making her way in the general direction she knew (Y/n)’s shack to be.
“Oh dear, was it a left at this boulder or a right?” Mitsuri mumbled to herself. The forest was more inviting in the evening light but it looked so different. Cautiously, she tried the left path and scoured her surroundings for anything that looked familiar.
Mitsuri had begun to grow a bit anxious, worried that she had taken a wrong turn. She took a deep breath through her nose to calm herself which was quickly followed by a few more testing scentings of the air. Something smelled delicious. She couldn’t be sure, but it was the best lead she had so far. She followed the hearty aroma and cheered to herself as the rundown, misshapen hut came into view.
The Hashira wasted no time hopping up to the door. She gave a courtesy knock and announced herself before letting herself inside. She smiled to herself as she imagined how happy (Y/n) would be to have such an arsenal of medicinal goods. That smile quickly became a shocked, open mouth of light horror upon seeing (Y/n) up and moving about her small home.
“Ah! I thought I told you not to put any weight on that ankle, you’ll hurt yourself!” Mitsuri worried. She quickly went up to (Y/n) with her arms out in front of her like (Y/n) would collapse at any moment.
“I couldn’t just lay in bed all day.” (Y/n) tried to reason. “You said you were coming back so I felt the need to make dinner for you. You know, to repay you for all you’re doing for me. A little ankle pain can hardly keep me down.”
Mitsuri was touched by the gesture, it made her heart flutter with appreciation, but (Y/n) needed to follow her instructions or who knows what long term damage she would cause herself.
“It smells wonderful, (L/n)-san and I thank you endlessly, but please, lay down right now!”
“I’ve been taking breaks. I’m fine—ah!“
Ah, swept off her feet by the strong and beautiful demon slayer once again. As embarrassing as being doted on in this manner was, (Y/n) was definitely going to revisit this tender care in her dreams. Gods, she was touch starved.
“Really (L/n)-san, don’t be difficult. Let me check on your shoulder, okay?” Mitsuri didn’t even sound strained as she slowly placed (Y/n) down on the futon.
“Oh, okay.” (Y/n) fought through the fuzzy tingles, shaking them from her body as she slid her sleeve off her shoulder.
“Aw, it looks a little infected,” Mitsuri whined as she softly prodded the tender flesh, “but don’t worry! I paid a visit to a dear friend today and I’ve got everything you’ll need!”
“Kanroji-san, this is too much.” (Y/n) gaped in awe at the tightly packed tin Mitsuri presented to her.
“Not at all! Now, hold still while I apply some of this cream.” Mitsuri beamed before swirling the cool salve over the cuts. (Y/n) flinched a bit but the numbing chill soon soothed the pain.
“Wow, that feels really nice.”
“Right? I can always trust Shinobu for the best!” Mitsuri proudly proclaimed as she finished re-wrapping (Y/n)’s shoulder. She then took care of (Y/n)’s ankle the way Shinobu had suggested and looked at her handiwork with pride. “There all done! Shinobu said you’ll want to keep it elevated and free of strain for at least two weeks.”
“Okay, I’ll rest where I can. Thank you.”
“No no,” Mitsuri made an ‘x’ with her arms and pouted, “none of that, you have to rest!”
“I can’t afford to rest. It’s not easy living in the mountains alone.” (Y/n) informed, her eyes shifted over Mitsuri’s shoulder at the burning embers in her ‘kitchen’, “Could you take that off the heat please?”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Mitsuri shot up and stole to the dingy pot, her eyes shined upon witnessing the rich, golden broth up close. “Wow, this looks amazing!”
“I’m glad you think so, the mountains are harsh but there are plenty of resources if you know where to look. Please, help yourself.”
“Thank you so much! Here, let me get you a bowl as well. Food always tastes better with company after all.”
Mitsuri tried to prepare another bowl for (Y/n) but quickly discovered she only had one. It seemed like the more she looked at the place, the sadder it made her. (Y/n) seemed to notice the sudden downtick in the slayer’s mood and spoke up.
“Hey, I’ve got a tea mug I’ll happily drink from if you don’t mind my bad manners.” She laughed, provoking a smile from Mitsuri.
“Of course I don’t mind.”
They ate the broth and fresh bread together as they made small talk and Mitsuri was having a great time. It was rare to get to know someone she rescued like this and being able to see (Y/n) while the sun had not yet fully disappeared she got an opportunity to have a really good look at her.
Mitsuri’s face heated as (Y/n) laughed at something she said and she silently praised the forces at hand that allowed her to make it to her in time. It felt good, so very rewarding, to know such a beautiful soul’s time was not cut short by a cruel end. She wanted to keep it that way.
“Something on your mind, Kanroji-san?” (Y/n) asked, breaking Mitsuri from her thoughts with a start.
“Oh! I, um, I was just thinking about how good your food is! You know, the village down below was having a festival yesterday. I bet you could sell a lot of what you make really quickly if you set up a stall there.” Mitsuri exclaimed before diving back in.
(Y/n)’s face soured a bit at the thought, though she sighed wistfully and a sad smile crossed her lips.
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” She said before taking another sip from her chipped cup.
“Why don’t you go down to the village, (L/n)-san?” Mitsuri asked, her pastel-green eyes gazed at (Y/n)’s downcast face.
(Y/n) stayed silent for a few moments, debating with herself if it was worth delving into her strife with a girl she had only just met the night before and probably wouldn’t see again. At least, she definitely wouldn’t see her again if she were to explain her situation.
“It’s not something I’d really care to discuss. Sorry.” (Y/n) curtly replied.
“No, I’m sorry,” Mitsuri frowned, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine. It was an innocent question.” (Y/n) assured, giving Mitsuri’s knee a friendly pat before withdrawing once more.
They continued to talk about anything until the sun disappeared and the stars lit up the night sky and the lanterns were lit to illuminate the hut.
Mitsuri needed to go. The Hashira was reluctant but she wasn’t going to leave (Y/n) completely on her own just yet. She told the mountain dweller she’d come back to check on her in three days time, giggling at the girl’s surprise at the declaration. Mitsuri reasoned that (Y/n) would still need help while she recovered and although she was busy with her duties, she couldn’t in good conscious leave (Y/n) completely on her own. Especially when the girl had a tendency to skip out of much needed rest.
Mitsuri filled her rucksack to her heart’s with (Y/n)’s blessing and set off into the night. She hoped to see improvements in (Y/n)’s health when she returned in a few days.
***
The next visit went well. Mitsuri still had to scold (Y/n) for moving about, but she still, albeit a bit guiltily, heartily ate the meals (Y/n) would prepare for her upon her arrival.
Even after (Y/n) had completely healed, Mitsuri didn’t stop visiting. (Y/n) would always laugh when Mitsuri would show up unannounced, joking that feeding Mitsuri was like feeding a stray cat, she’d always come back for more. (Y/n) was happy for the company though. Very happy.
Mitsuri would also bring little things to make (Y/n)’s shack more bearable, starting with an extra set of dishes so they could properly enjoy a meal together. Before long, they considered themselves close enough to be real friends.
One night Mitsuri came by so late, she had awoken (Y/n) when she knocked on the door. (Y/n) let her in and Mitsuri nearly toppled them both over in her exhaustion.
“Hi,” Mitsuri whispered both shyly and with great exhaustion, “sorry for coming by so late. It’s just been a really long night and I think I’m about to crash any minute now. You were the closest to where I was so...”
“You know better than to think you ever need have an excuse to stop by.” (Y/n) lightly scolded. “Come lay down, are you hungry?” She asked, laying the Hashira down on the new futon that Mitsuri had brought for (Y/n) a couple visits prior.
“I could never say no to anything you make.” Mitsuri smiled, causing a prickly heat to swirl over (Y/n)’s cheeks.
(Y/n) heated up her leftovers and presented them to Mitsuri who ate them with the same vigor she would have if it was fresh.
“So good,” she sighed happily, “really, if this is what you can make in this little hut, I would die of happiness to see what you could do in a proper kitchen.”
“You flatter me, Mitsuri.” (Y/n) smiled shyly. It still gave her butterflies to speak to the demon slayer so familiarly, but it was a good feeling.
“I’m serious, (Y/n)!” Mitsuri swore, “I still maintain that I think you would do very well in the village.”
(Y/n) pursed her lips, which Mitsuri noticed straight away and mirrored before fidgeting with the now empty bowl in her hands.
“Are you ready to talk about that yet? It’s alright if you aren’t.” She hesitantly asked.
(Y/n) would be lying to herself if she thought she wasn’t nervous at the prospect of telling Mitsuri her history with the village, but she found herself wanting to share that part of her story with the sweet woman. Mitsuri had never done anything to hurt her, but that’s what made the aspect of sharing so much more frightening. What if Mitsuri became disgusted with her? Accused her of befriending her with alternative motives? But when (Y/n) met her eyes those doubts quieted and she took a deep shutters breath before blowing it all back out in one harsh breath.
“Are you sure you’ll be able to listen? It might be better if you sleep for the night first.”
Mitsuri seemed more alert already, sitting up fully in the bed and giving (Y/n) her full, undivided attention. “No, I can listen! I want to be able to understand you better and support you in anyway I can! Tell me whatever you are comfortable sharing.”
“Okay,” (Y/n) took another breath, taking a moment to decide how to proceed.
“I was born and raised in that valley, actually. My family owns an inn that doubles as a restaurant to boot.”
“That explains a lot.” Mitsuri commented with a small smile, patting at her full stomach. That earned a chuckle and a nod from (Y/n) before she continued.
“Yeah, my mom started teaching me almost as soon as I could stand on my own. She was strict, but with food that good, she was entitled to that attitude. My father took care of the inn side of things and when he wasn’t doing that, he was drinking his weight in saké.” (Y/n) took note of Mitsuri’s concern and patted her hand while flashing her a reassuring half smile.
“It wasn’t ideal, but that was just life. Incredibly, the business didn’t suffer and he never treated us badly so we saw no need to address it. I didn’t know of any other way of life so I was content where I was. Until...”
“Until what, (Y/n)?” Mitsuri cocked her head to the side.
“Until my parents arranged a marriage for me to be wed to the blacksmith’s son. The union would have brought a large sum of money to my family. The whole village seemed to know about it before I did.” (Y/n) chuckled humorlessly and shook her head while Mitsuri listened, holding herself back from jumping in to ask questions.
“They would talk over me about what I’d wear, who would be invited, even as far as when I should bare a child. I felt like everything I thought I knew was crumbling around me. I hadn’t even talked to the blacksmith’s son before. Even now I don’t recall his name. All I knew was that the idea of marrying him terrified me.”
“Did you tell your parents this?” Mitsuri couldn’t help but blurt, her eyebrows had upturned and creased her forehead.
“Yes,” (Y/n)’s eyes shadowed over as she peered down at her lap, “I admit, the middle of town wasn’t the best place to air my reservations, but they wouldn’t listen to me. They would tell me it was just cold feet or that I was overreacting. Then I had finally had it, and two days before the wedding, I screamed at my mother that I didn’t want to be married to some boy I had never talked to and made a big scene.
She had said then, since I was making such a fuss, that I must have been handing myself out to some other boy while her back was turned and it just made me so mad. I told her there was no other boy, that I didn’t want one.” (Y/n) sighed and pressed her head back against the wall.
“I told her that the only people that I had ever thought of marrying were either the grocer’s eldest daughter or the seamstress’ apprentice who had helped me at my fitting the day prior and then my mother slapped me in front of the whole village.”
Mitsuri gasped, covering her mouth. She was no stranger to the disappointment of a parent, but her parents had never laid a hand on her for any of her failed engagements.
“She was disgusted with me and word traveled fast. The blacksmith called off the arrangement, not wanting his son to have anything to do with my... perversions I think he called them. The grocer refused to sell his produce to my family and kept his daughters inside.
My father, once greatly respected, was humiliated by me and shunned by the whole village. He was furious and drunk which made for a very bad combination as you may imagine. I was severely... disciplined and locked away.
Later that night, I could hear him and my mother discussing selling me to a brothel to be trained as a courtesan. Needless to say, once I believed they were asleep I tore through the paper wall of the room I was trapped in and packed up what I could carry before I escaped into the mountains. I’ve been surviving here ever since.”
As (Y/n) finished her story, Mitsuri sniffed loudly and hiccuped, startling (Y/n) from her memories to try to comfort the demon slayer as she cried for her. Mitsuri pulled (Y/n) into her chest with such ferocity that it cracked the poor girl’s spine.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve such treatment!” The Hashira blubbered. “It was awful of me to ever suggest you go back to that terrible place devoid of love and compassion.”
(Y/n) struggled to breath and patted Mitsuri’s back. “Don’t be hard on yourself, you didn’t know. It’s okay.”
Getting all of that out there, having someone to listen and not judge her for her tale, it made (Y/n) feel so much lighter. Mitsuri kept her close and rocked their bodies side to side and how was (Y/n) not going to cry when she hadn’t been treated so tenderly since she was little. Before long, they were both sobbing messes in the corner of a dingy shack in the middle of the mountains.
By the time their bout had subsided into the occasional sniffle or the loud, gross honk of mucus being sucked back up someone’s nose, the girls had migrated to spooning on the futon with one of Mitsuri’s arms wrapped securely over (Y/n)’s side while the the other alternated between lightly scratching at the nape of (Y/n)’s neck and between her shoulder blades. The fit on the futon was tight, but neither seemed to mind.
“You know,” (Y/n) sighed, “the night you saved me I was out because there is a cliff that you can see the whole village from. I knew the festival lights would be up and I really wanted to feel the warmth I used to feel at festival season. Figures I’d be attacked by a demon before I even got there.”
“You’re going to make me cry again.” Mitsuri said, her voice coming out a tad nasally because of her stuffy nose.
“I didn’t mean for that to make you sad. I was just going to say I was glad for that night for nothing else other than I got to meet you. Thank you for sticking around, Mitsuri.”
“Now you’re being so sweet I’m gonna cry again!” Mitsuri sniffled, weakly batting at (Y/n) and making her laugh as she apologized.
“I’m glad I met you too,” Mitsuri whispered softly once they calmed down again. Then they finally went to sleep as the sun was rising.
***
“I just— mm! I don’t want her living in that rundown shack anymore. I never did! But now, I think about it all the time and I just can't stand it!” Mitsuri complained to Shinobu as the Insect Pillar tried to concentrate on the medicines she was measuring out.
“I see.” Shinobu answered simply, making a note before giving Mitsuri her full attention, “Well, if she’s as good of a cook as you keep telling me, I’m sure Aoi would be happy for another pair of hands in the kitchens.”
“What?” Mitsuri blinked.
“You know me, Mitsuri. I have a history of taking in young girls who have nowhere to go. I assume that’s why you have been telling me all of this.” Shinobu smiled mischievously, “besides, you make her sound so cute, how could I say no?”
That got a rise out of the Love Hashira.
“You—! You already have a girlfriend!” Mitsuri sputtered her face as pink as her hair at the possibility of Shinobu trying to woo (Y/n). Worse yet, the very real possibility that it would work! Mitsuri knew just how charming Shinobu could be! But thankfully, Shinobu laughed and diffused the state Mitsuri had worked herself into.
“I was only teasing, but she really can live here. I have plenty of room. I just figured you would want to keep her closer. I didn’t realize your estate was operating at full capacity.”
“Wait, say that again.” Mitsuri said, the wheels in her head turning as she tried to work backwards herself.
“(L/n)-san can live here?” Shinobu tried.
“No, after that.”
“I didn’t realize your own estate was running at full capacity. I thought you would want (L/n)-san to live with you.” Shinobu reiterated.
“Ah!” Mitsuri shrieked, making Shinobu wince ever so slightly. Then Mitsuri roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her around a little bit, “You, Kochou Shinobu, are a genius! I can’t believe I hadn’t realized sooner! Thanks for the talk, bye!”
“Take care!” Shinobu saw Mitsuri off, fixing her tousled fringe as she watched the blur of pink, green and white run out of sight around the corner. Deciding she was due for a break, she wandered down the opposite end of the hall to find out what her girlfriend was up to at the moment.
***
By now, Mitsuri knew the mountain like she knew the back for her hand. The delicious scent of sizzling vegetables and meats never hurt either of course. She didn’t even bother to knock before letting herself in.
“I had a feeling you’d come by today.” (Y/n) smiled as she checked over her shoulder, “I’m not sure what it was, but I’m glad it proved true because I definitely made too much food.”
“(Y/n), live with me.” Mitsuri blurted before shyly hiding her face in her hands. How could she ask that so suddenly? Never mind ask, she definitely didn’t even phrase it as a question!
“Huh?” Was all (Y/n) could get out before she forgot how her voice worked.
“Would, would you maybe, possibly consider maybe living with me?” Mitsuri tried again, her voice raised almost to the point of cracking with every word.
“...I wouldn’t want to impose.” (Y/n) nervously replied after a few moments, busying herself by stirring a pot that was in no need of attention.
“You wouldn’t be!” Mitsuri said with more conviction. “I really want you to come with me. I know you are proud of what you have managed to do for yourself, it’s better than anything I could ever make, but the more time passes, I can’t help but hate how you still live in this rundown, rickety, shack that I can clear in four strides!” Mitsuri demonstrated her point by walking from one wall to the other before turning back to (Y/n) with pleading eyes.
“Please, come live with me. I love you and you deserve more than this.”
“La, la, lalala, lov, love... love me?” (Y/n) quickly turned back to her cooking as the fire cracked so loud it made her jump. Why was she acting like this? Mitsuri loved a lot of people, she obviously meant a friendly, platonic kind of love and now she had just made it even more awkward!
But then (Y/n) jolted again when Mitsuri’s strong arms wrapped around her middle and her chin rested against her shoulder. The Hashira hummed an affirmative as she slowly began to rock them side to side. Between the heat of the low fire and the heat of Mitsuri’s front pressed against her back, (Y/n) was sure she was going to pass out.
“Please (Y/n), live with me?” Mitsuri asked softly. She kissed (Y/n)’s jaw as she moved.
“?!??!!” (Y/n) short circuited, lost in Mitsuri’s softness. Mitsuri merely giggled and rested another to (Y/n)’s cheek, then her ear, her temple, until—
“Oh dear!” Mitsuri gasped as (Y/n) fell limp in her arms. “(Y/n), are you alright? Are you sick? Why didn’t you say something? You shouldn’t be up!”
“I, I’m not sick,” (Y/n) mumbled, smoke rolling off of her like a steam boat, “It’s just a lot of touching that I’m not really used to yet.”
“Oh! Should I stop?”
“Gods no.” (Y/n) sighed and gripped onto Mitsuri’s haori so she couldn’t back away.
Mitsuri beamed brightly before resting a kiss over (Y/n)’s forehead and rubbed her back. “Come with me?” She asked again.
“I’d follow you to the bottom of the ocean if you asked.” (Y/n)’s eyes slipped shut as she enjoyed Mitsuri’s scattered kisses.
“Great! I can’t wait for you to meet all my friends! Iguro-san and Kabumaru will love you, Kyoujirou-san too! He’ll love your cooking. Just watch out for Shinobu though, she’s flirty.”
“Okay, I’ll stay vigilant.” (Y/n) laughed.
“Good girl,” Mitsuri nodded, “now let’s pack up all that you hold dear. We should be able to make it to my estate by dinner.”
“Yes, ma’am.” (Y/n) nodded excitedly in return. She took the little pail of water from the floor and doused the low flame, “maybe you’d like lunch first though? I’d hate for it to go to waste.”
“Yes! Lunch first and then the beginning of the rest of our lives!” Mitsuri amended, skipping over to the meal (Y/n) had prepared.
As they are together (Y/n) couldn’t help but grin. Mitsuri was right, food really did taste better when sharing it with people you love. The kisses and nuzzles throughout the meal didn’t hurt either.
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whythinktoomuch · 3 years
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recovered in time
(pt. i)
“From what I can tell, the implant seems to be interrupting the connection between your visual cortex and your emotional center,” Brainy says, eyes narrowed in concentration, two fingers pressed against the incision point at the base of Kara’s neck. “As well as inhibiting your frontal lobe and sending distress signals to the amygdala.” 
“What does that mean?” Kara asks. 
“It means that... you weren’t feeling like yourself,” Alex says, and Kara nods hesitantly at that. 
“So, can you rid of it or not?” Alex asks, fixing Brainy with her most hardened stare. 
“I’ve already determined five different ways to extract the device—”
“Great! So, we can—”
“—but none that wouldn’t immediately prove fatal or result in permanent brain damage.” 
Eventually, Alex releases a long-suffering, shuddery sigh. “... You could have fucking led with that.” 
“I did feel like myself though...” Kara interjects, suspending what was surely about to result in another very unproductive argument. “And I still feel like myself now. It’s just...” She ducks her head, fiddling with the sleeves of her shirt, already frayed from anxious attention. “... I felt so alone? Like, I’d been abandoned, or was suddenly in a world where I’d lost everyone all at once. Again.” 
Kara shifts uncomfortably in her seat, now able to feel everyone’s eyes on her, burning holes into her skin. She has long since traded in her super-suit for comfy clothes, and her scarf has been upgraded to a pair of heat vision resistant blackout goggles, but it would take more than 24 measly hours for her to adjust to, well... everything. 
“You’re not alone though,” Alex says, giving Kara’s knee a firm squeeze as if in reminder. “You know that, right?” 
Kara rubs at her nose, sniffling herself back into some semblance of composure. “Yeah, I know.” 
But of course, knowing something hardly ever outstrips the feeling of it, and Kara kinda just wishes that she still had Lena’s scarf on her. 
//
“Hey Lena,” Kara calls out softly from the bed. She doesn’t lift her head from her pillow, but still offers a small wave in greeting. 
“What gave me away?” Lena asks, and it’s almost playful, which makes everything that much easier. 
“Well... Pretty much everything, actually.” 
“Ah.”
Then the smell hits her, overwhelming her senses in an unexpected rush of heat and spice. Kara sits up right away, startled. “How did you...” is all she manages to get out, then pushed into her hands is a considerably sized takeout box of potstickers. 
“I wanted to surprise you, so I might have created a hermetically sealed lunchbox just to sneak these in,” Lena says, and Kara’s already laughing softly. “The food’s still good though! I literally just slipped them inside right before walking into the building, so...” 
“... Thank you,” Kara says. She inclines her head to the spot next to her, and feels the bed sink with Lena’s weight accordingly. 
Kara starts eating, but does so with only one hand. The other just fidgets at her thigh, tugging at her sweatpants, lying in wait so impatiently. Then Lena takes the hand and holds it firmly in her own, and finally, it feels like Kara can breathe freely again. 
“I never thanked you,” Kara says, “for, you know... everything.” 
“You already did,” Lena reminds her, squeezing Kara’s hand. 
“I... did?” Kara feels Lena nodding beside her. “Okay... so then, why does it feel like I still have so much left to owe you?” 
Lena tries to hold her breath quietly, but Kara hears it; of course, she hears it. “I can’t answer that for you.” 
A couple of hours later, when Alex pops into the room for her usual check-in, she stumbles upon an unexpected sight: Lena sitting up on the hospital bed, her legs tucked beneath the sheets as she answers emails on her phone, and Kara fast asleep, curled up around her. 
Kara’s still holding Lena’s hand, her face buried in Lena’s shirt where it smells most like her, apparently, besides her hair. 
Lena blushes a little, but can’t find it in her to regret her position. 
//
“Alex says it’s because I didn’t see your face,” is the first thing Kara says the next time Lena visits. “I pretty much saw everyone else’s, but... never yours. So, I’ve imprinted on you, or something.” 
Lena recovers quickly, “Well... what do you think?” 
“I don’t know,” Kara admits, running her fingers down the back of her neck, feeling the tender skin still raised in jagged lines. “There’s still so much I feel like I can’t trust right now.” 
“But you trust me...” 
“Yeah.” 
Lena carefully cradles Kara’s hand in both of hers, and it feels like a thank you of sorts. Then Kara draws their joined hands closer and closer, pressing her lips gently to Lena’s knuckles, and sighs in a way that could only ever be an expression of deep gratitude. 
//
Kara’s days all seem to unfold the same way, with Alex and Brainy running tests, Lena stopping by once per day for company, and Kara just trying to break up the monotony of it all with podcasts, books on tape, and tossing a tiny bouncy ball around the room to test her reflexes. 
For that last one, she has to stop the moment she hears Alex approaching her room, of course, because of all the broken glass and knocked over plants, and such. 
Until one day, she overhears a couple of DEO agents discussing some urgent mission—not exactly a rare occurrence, given her super-hearing, but she perks up, ears honing in at the mention of Lex Luthor. 
But when they also mention how Lena might be in danger, Kara is already out of bed and flying out the window.
Kara hasn’t flown since donning her blackout goggles, but she remembers enough to travel at a height that would be safe from any threat of collision. And before long, she’s hurtling straight for the source of all the distant commotion now pounding in her ears. 
She practically crashes in landing, the earth cracking beneath her bare feet. She whips her head toward where Lena’s heartbeat is fluttering the loudest, then hears low chuckles coming from the same direction. 
“You’re all so pathetic and predictable,” Lex crows. “At least try to make it somewhat of a challenge for me. God, it’s all just too easy.” 
“Kara, get out of here!” Lena’s voice shouts out to her, muffled and desperate. “It’s a trap!” 
But Kara takes a step toward them anyway, and immediately, the entire world seems to scream in protest. 
Kara falls to her knees, hands clapping over her ears but to no avail. The excruciating sound is coming from her own head, akin to hot spikes scraping at the inside of her skull. She calls out to Lena, but can’t even make out her own voice over the pain. 
She crumples over, helpless, her teeth gritted as she pushes her face into the dirt and shakes uncontrollably. She knows she has to get up; she’s a sitting duck like this. She can’t save Lena like this. 
And so, Kara does the one thing that she can do. 
She rips the goggles off her face, hurling them somewhere behind her, and jerks her head up. 
She sees a blur of colors, then a single hand outstretched towards her, clutching onto something silver and vaguely rectangular. 
She fires a burst of heat vision right at that hand, and feels the back of her head explode. 
//
“Man... she couldn’t just put them down gently?” mutters a voice that’s not unfamiliar. “She just had to throw the goggles like a goddamn shot-putter or something? These things cost a fortune!”  
“All right, that’s enough, Demos,” says Alex, a much more familiar voice. “I’ll worry about the budget, okay? You just get everyone else back to headquarters.”  
“’M’sorry,” Kara says, or at least she tries to say. “My bad...” Her eyes still shut tight, she flashes a thumbs up, then lets her arm flop back down to the ground. Alex stops her when she attempts to sit up. 
“Hey, not so fast, you jerk,” Alex says, somehow keeping Kara grounded with a single hand pressed against her shoulder. “We’re getting a stretcher for you.” 
“I don’t think I need a stretcher.” 
“Yeah, well... nobody asked you,” Alex sighs, before grumbling, “God, what’s taking them so long? Ugh, hang on... Hey, can you watch her? I’ll be right back.” 
Lena’s there now, and Kara can actually feel herself grinning without even meaning to. “No, don’t... You shouldn’t have come, Kara.” But there’s a smile in Lena’s voice, and Kara’s grin grows wider for it. “I’m serious!” 
“Okay, me too.” Kara then winces as a sharp pain gradually surfaces, trickling into reality. “The back of my head is killing me...” 
“Yeah, you’re bleeding.” 
Kara scoffs. “I don’t bleed; I’m Supergirl.” 
“Okay, Supergirl... but somebody got blood all over my shirt, and it sure as hell isn’t me, so...” 
“I don’t believe you.” 
“Then check for yourself.” 
Kara goes rigid, her humor dashed and her brow furrowing heavily.
“... You know I can’t do that.” 
Soft fingertips brush down Kara’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear so tenderly. “Listen,” Lena says. “You destroyed Lex’s transmitter, along with most of his right hand, and I think you blew out the implant in your head in the process as well.” 
There are thoughts then—the kind that Kara is unwilling to say aloud lest they develop reasons to be true. Thoughts like, what if the explosion damaged parts of her brain permanently? What if it severed that neural link between her eyes and everything else for good? And, how can she risk losing the one person who she believes to be absolutely, 100% real? 
Lena draws Kara’s attention with a gentle hand squeeze. “Hey, where’d you go?” she asks softly.
“I’m still here,” Kara says. “Still just right here.” 
But Lena seems to understand Kara’s concerns, unvoiced or not, because she leans a bit closer and asks, “Do you trust me...?” 
And, yes; yes, she does.  
With a deep breath filling out her lungs, Kara slowly opens her eyes. Everything’s a blur at first, just like before. But then little by little, bit by bit, the night sky comes into focus. She stares up at the darkness, counts as many stars as she can to put off the inevitable. 
Then her hand is being tugged and squeezed in the gentlest reminder, so she turns her head, blinking her eyes in preparation before looking up to see Lena Luthor smiling down at her. 
“Hey,” Kara says. 
“Hey yourself,” Lena returns. 
Kara nods thoughtfully, then gestures to Lena’s shirt. “Sorry, but I can’t afford dry cleaning,” she says, squinting at the various splashes of red—light but unfortunately prominent against the very white material—and Lena just laughs and laughs. 
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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years
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Fearfull Proposal
Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.
Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.
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You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.
Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!
Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.
You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.
God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.
"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"
You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.
Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered
He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.
"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.
You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.
"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.
"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..
Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.
"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"
"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.
Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.
It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.
Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.
"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.
"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.
"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.
"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.
"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.
He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?
He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.
And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.
So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.
"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.
"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.
"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"
"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.
"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.
"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.
"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.
"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.
"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.
You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.
"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.
"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.
"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.
"No?"
"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses
"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"
"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.
"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.
"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.
"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"
"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.
"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"
"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"
"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"
"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.
"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"
You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.
Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.
"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"
"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"
"Dont you dare let me go!"
"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.
"Im trying to marry you..."
You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.
"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"
"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.
He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.
You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.
But now you were he happiest woman alive.
"I love you bear"
"I love you too"
"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.
"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.
You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.
"Gotcha, no wine"
"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.
"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.
"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.
"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.
"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.
"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.
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