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syn0vial · 3 years

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do you by any chance have any more boba facts? 🥺🥺 i love it if you would grace me with your vast boba knowledge 🥰

i’d be happy to oblige, friend! here are some more miscellaneous boba deets, courtesy of the EU/legends 😊

though there are varying portrayals by different authors re: boba’s take on collateral damage, one of my favorites comes from one of the earliest boba fett stories. in it, boba is hunting han solo (of course) some time after the events of the original trilogy, but during the mission, things go awry and a civilian character is mortally wounded by a blaster bolt meant for han. boba, who in this timeline has never killed the wrong target before, proceeds to let han solo run away so he can check on the woman and, once he realizes that she’s too far gone to save, he administers something to ease her passing and kneels by her side, holding her hand until she passes away. it’s a surprisingly tender scene and goes to show that, as ruthless as he is, boba just isn’t willing to let someone die a slow, painful, lonely death for his fuck-up.

speaking of han, as boba gets older, he becomes deeply embarrassed by his “rivalry” with solo as a young man and will insist to anyone who brings it up that it wasn’t a thing and that han just tells everyone they’re “nemeses” for the Drama Of It All

this is infinitely more hilarious if you’ve read early EU work in which boba’s rivalry with han consisted mostly of boba obsessively hunting him while han is like “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING WEIRDO”

speaking of things boba finds embarrassing once he’s older, at one point, he’s trying to verify the legit-ness of someone claiming to be telemetric (able to read memories off of objects), so he gives the man a necklace belonging to another bounty hunter he was romantically involved in as a teenager. boba is very skeptical and not expecting much, until the man starts reciting pick-up lines boba used at the wise old age of 16

cue boba just about dying inside

like, his thoughts are literally just, “OH GOD, IT’S ALL TOO STUPID FOR HIM TO BE MAKING UP ON THE SPOT, HE FUCKING KNOWS”

honestly, they’re less pick-up lines and more just. a very sincere list of reasons he likes this other bounty hunter.

“YOU’RE GOOD AT SHOOTING THINGS. YOU’RE PRETTY??? I TRUST YOU???”

love that apparently boba’s idea of flirting as a teenager was just frantically chucking heartfelt positive statements at someone in no particular order

to his credit, it did work 😂

the lowest amount boba has ever killed someone for is three credits. this happens bc boba is trying to save the son of a clone, connor, from his creditors, initially by offering to pay his debt of half a million credits for him. when the creditor rejects boba’s offer and insists that he’d rather kill connor, connor fishes into his pockets, produces three credits, and goes, “HEY, FETT, I’LL GIVE YOU THREE CREDITS IF YOU KILL THIS ASSHOLE FOR ME” and boba’s like, “u kno what, fuck it” and does just that.

boba in the aftermath of fucking up all the shit, standing next to connor in a room full of dead bodies, including one rancor: “you owe me three credits :/”

okay, now for some cultural stuff, starting with mando’a!

though boba in the mandalorian seems at least able to read mando’a script, in the EU, he doesn’t start to learn mando’a until he’s much older

naturally, some of the first words he picks up are curse words LMAO

man is a stoic, battle-hardened bounty hunter and he still learns languages like a fucking fourth grader

aside from cusses, two words he has particular reactions to are aruetii and ba’buir

aruetii means “outsider” or “non-mandalorian” and boba feels weird and self-conscious using it bc, uh... that... probably includes him in the eyes of most mandalorians, huh?

ba’buir means “grandfather.” in the EU, he does indeed have a granddaughter who calls him this and he becomes quietly attached to the it as a term of address—to the point where, when his granddaughter refers to her grandmother as “ba’buir” as well, boba has a moment of “hey wait, that’s my word >:(”... before remembering that the word can be used for both. GENDERLESS NOUNS, BAY-BEE

boba has... mostly negative feelings about the mandalorian view of the afterlife or the manda. basically, it’s a collective consciousness of every mandalorian who has ever died. non-mandalorians don’t go there bc according to traditional mandalorian belief, non-mandalorians don’t have souls

it’s quite telling that the normally not-very-expressive boba winces when the topic of the manda is brought up. and then when he’s asked what his problem is, he has a whole list of questions/objections to the manda as a concept. what if a mandalorian doesn’t want to go to the manda? do you have to spend eternity having your consciousness mixed with real monsters like tor vizsla and montross (mandalorians associated with death watch responsible for orphaning/betraying boba’s father)? what if you have non-mandalorian family members? are they allowed to come? and if an exception is made for them, why not the rest of the galaxy?

it’s interesting, bc clearly this isn’t a subject boba doesn’t know or care about; he’s obviously thought about it a lot to have all this to say about it. honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if he put so much thought into it bc it may very well have been the afterlife jango believed in.

also, to end on a lighter note, boba is hilariously bad at all the like... leadership parts of being mand’alor.

there’s one scene where beviin drags him to a town hall meeting and all the other mandalorians are arguing over whether they should involve themselves in the new republic’s conflicts or not and boba’s like, “wow, this is really interesting. let me just quietly listen to all these different points being raised and think about—wait, why is everyone looking at me—oh. oh shit, they’re expecting me to actually say something.”

POOR MAN JUST WANTS TO GO BACK TO THE GOOD OL’ DAYS OF HAVING FOUR LINES ACROSS THREE MOVIES. STOP EXPECTING HIM TO MAKE WORDS 😩

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer.

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair.

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week. I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

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I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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paintmelikeoneofyourfrenchpoodle · 3 years

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((Alright, so this is probably way overdo.

Why the heck Jade gets so weird about sex sometimes:

Alright, so this is going to be a little ridiculously long, but if you want to know? I’m putting it under the cut. Also, TW: there is a brief mention of abuse. Not of her, but its relevant. I’ll also put another warning when that part is about to come up.

Okay so, I’m going to start of with some context. So for anyone who might not know, this Jade is pretty old. I started rping her as her back in… I think late December of 2015 or early January of 2016? Either way, it was a few months before Homestuck actually ended. At this point obviously we had no idea how it was going to end, or what was going to happen to the characters at that point. Heck, if I remember correctly GIGAPAUSE, or whatever it was called, was still going on.

Anyway, didn’t know they were going basically jump start civilization and jump into the future, that’s for sure. So, not knowing how things were going to turn out for Jadey girl here, I basically made some educated guesses based on what we knew at the time, and mixed in my own ideas and head-canons to create the timeline this Jade now exists in. This included the loss of the meteor lab, building a new civilization from the ground up (and actually sticking around to help build it), and having everyone live in a fairly small, tight knit community. Mind you, some minor things have changed to reflect the retcon John did, but mostly I’ve kept things fairly the same.

So what does this mean for Jade or have anything to do with her sexuality? We’ll get to that, but I’m going to prelude things by saying it isn’t just sex she gets worked up about. It’s relationships and intimacy in general, and there isn’t really one set reason why. There is a gosh darn list.

1) She doesn’t have the best social skills. Growing up on an island with the only human contact being through the internet isn’t exactly the best way to nurture healthy emotional development. To top it all off, she spent those 3 years on the ship basically alone thinking she killed John and Davesprite. She isn’t a complete social ignoramus obviously, but she has her awkward moments and she KNOWS it. Which, can give her some major social anxiety in general. And as far as relationships, even friendships go, she is constantly worried she is going to screw things up. She also just wasn’t used to people in general for a good while.

Mind you, it’s almost been 10 years since the end of the game now from her perspective so she has improved drastically, but there are still some hangups that she has. For example, she doesn’t handle crowds well considering she was so used to being alone. Can Town is full mostly people she is familiar with and the population is only 1,000ish, so she is mostly in her comfort zone still even during busier occasions. However, notice Jake and her chose to move outside of town when they got the chance? There you go.

2) She isn’t used to physical touch. Which… is really sad considering how much she actually loves it. Again, this is something that has improved over the years, but she still doesn’t like being messed with by people she doesn’t know.

3) She honestly thinks that in the end she will end up alone. Jade, hasn’t exactly had the best luck with romance. Remember, her timeline is fairly small, and pretty much everyone she might be compatible with already paired up with someone else. To top it off, she had (and still kind of has) a massive crush on her timeline’s Dave, and built up a lot of false hope that something might eventually happen between the two of them thanks to John telling her about Davesprite and Davepeta kissing her that one time. Yeah, that didn’t happen. He ended up getting with Karkat finally when they were around 22, and while she is happy for them and supports them in any way she can, it kind of broke her heart.

She also hasn’t had the best luck with people she’s been interested in online/from other timelines either. Usually, by the time she realizes she might be interested in someone they end vanishing, dating someone else, or they actually… end up being kinda awful people she shouldn’t have liked in the first place. (*cough*Venom*cough*) Also, she has a habit of dwelling on the whole “space players are destined to be alone” thing from time to time. Over the years she has genuinely started to think that she just isn't cut out for being anyones partner romantic/sexual/otherwise, and that people aren’t ever going to be interested in her for whatever reason. She’s built up this shell around herself, this illusion that she has come to terms with things, so that when that eventuality happens, she’ll maybe not be hurt so badly. So when someone shatters that illusion? She panics and gets flustered, and remember… she is related to these guys:

(Mind you Jake had plenty of reason to act like that, but it was the only one I could find with a quick google search.)

But yeah, I think big reactions kind of runs in her family.

4) She’s inexperienced. Three times as of this point. Yep. Thats it. That’s all she has done. Ever. Don’t get her wrong, she has really enjoyed it and really gets into things once she was able to get over the jitters. Plus, she was the one that asked for it each time. But she doesn’t like not knowing what she is doing, and it wigs her out because she doesn’t want to mess things up. Also fun fact, she’s never been on a non pale date before. Just throwing that in there.

5) The whole being part dog thing. As much as she loves being part canine, she actually can be real self conscious about it at times. Also, she *hates* how people will sometimes look at her as a fetish, and gets worried that if someone is interested in her its because she is a dog girl, and not because of who she is. She does enjoy indulging in her dog side (girl likes being pet), but she wants to make sure someone to see her as herself first and foremost. Being part dog should just be a bonus.

6) She’s a bit of a hopeless romantic. She wants to actually have a connection with people, and honestly is that so wrong? One night stands, flings, or casual whatevers aren’t completely out of the question, but at least give her a chance to be friends with you first geez. 7) She’s scared of being hurt. This is kind of caused by a combination of things up top, but she genuinely is afraid of the idea of being fucked and dumped. She’s got enough emotional issues as is, and does not need that on her conscious as well. Getting intimate with her in any way can take a lot of trust depending on the person. Additionally…

*Okay, so here is the part I warned about up top.* She has had far too many friends who have been taken advantage of and abused. There have been several people that she has been close to over the years that have been seriously messed up by their partners. Jade’s smart and she knows it, but she also knows she can be really naive about certain things as well. It’s kind of the cherry on top of all her paranoia.

Okay bad part over

So yeah! This is ridiculously long, but there you go. I feel like it is important to note that Jade does really enjoy being with someone intimately and/or sexually given the chance. It just can take some work getting her out of her shell. It’s something she knows she needs to work on, and would like to. However, she hasn’t really ever had many opportunities to.

Also, her behaviors really only apply to herself for the most part. She might get a little embarrassed by other people talking about their own stuff from time to time, but she actually can get a real kick out of it sometimes as well. Has been known to have lengthy conversations with people about their own preferences, sexual interests, habits, ect. She will even tease other people about it! It’s when it gets flipped back on her somehow that she starts getting worked up. Heck, she is normally fine with people getting her flustered because she *knows* a lot of her own behavior is ridiculous, and that when people pick at her it is usually harmless friend banter. She also usually knows when people are being truly malicious towards her and WILL defend herself. Don’t think she is a pushover just because she looks like she is an easy target. This girl has some bite alongside that bark.

Anyway, there is probably some more I could add to this but again it is stupid long at this point. I hope this isn’t too confusing and explains a few things.

#ooc #long post #abuse mention #ask to tag

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years

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Now that the door of angst has been opened I'm curious, how (if at all) does the toxicity of Nando's past relationship with N*te affect how he acts in his relationship with Quinn?

Thank you for this question, anon! There’s a lot to unpack with regard to the impact of Nando’s relationship experience on not only the way he does his relationship with Quinn but just generally on his life.

In this post, I told you that N*te was a shitty boyfriend, and that their relationship was actually pretty toxic. Now, in response to this ask, I want to take a deeper dive on that, in terms of telling you how it affects Nando and also what that means for him and Quinn.

So: here we go! This got really long, so I’m sorry in advance.

TW: body shaming, general emotional manipulation.

(Ask me anything about the crickets!)

- My favorite way to describe Nando is “a big boy with big emotions”, because that’s exactly what he is, and always has been. Feeling and processing emotion honestly and forwardly is part of his personality, and Mama Hernandez— along with, in a twist on traditional toxic masculinity, Papa as well— raised him to always keep in mind that emotions are healthy and there’s no need to beat them down.

- So in relationships, that translates a certain way— when being a boyfriend, Nando is affectionate, doting, sweet, et cetera. He pours a lot of love onto people, not just in romantic relationships but in his family and friend circles. If he loves you (whether romantically, familially, or platonically), he won’t be afraid to show it.

- Or at least that’s how it is in a healthy situation. And as he have discussed, the situation with N*te is not healthy.

- Now, the thing is. Why would two people get themselves into a relationship that’s not enjoyable or healthy? And the answer to that question is because that most relationships, even toxic ones, start out pretty good. N*te is Nando’s first boyfriend, and their earliest stages of dating are like most other early stages. It’s that “we mutually like each other and there’s something starting between us” feeling that tends to make you really soft.

- And Nando... latches onto that feeling. No boy has ever paid attention to him the way N*te does during that early stage, and he jumps at the chance when they actually become official. He’s about 16, and super gay and touch-starved, and he’s never been in a relationship in his life— so he’s eager. He’s excited. He’s very happy.

- For awhile, things are okay. N*te willingly got himself into this because he liked him, and Nando is a good boyfriend; he does nice things for him and goes out of his way to pander to him and just generally tries to please. Getting attention like this is nice for N*te. It’s why they last so long, ultimately.

- But the thing is, it’s not healthy.

- Because the biggest problem is, N*te can be a little bit of an asshole, and he is constantly making Nando feel like he’s too much. I mean too much in several senses— too loving, too loud, too himself, et cetera. Eventually, the honeymoon phase of dating ends, and N*te starts getting annoyed with him really easily. He’ll be moody for no apparent reason, and he’ll pull back when Nando pushes, and it’s just.... not a good time.

- Nando thinks this is his fault, and rather than own up to the fact that he’s being wishy-washy, N*te feeds right into that and lets him think it’s his fault. He’s constantly dropping little comments about how Nando needs to calm down or stop being so obvious. And this isn’t a closet issue, because they’re both out; it’s an issue of N*te getting embarrassed and ashamed of the level on which Nando wants to show how much he cares about him.

- So this goes on. They date for a long time in high school terms, about a year and a half. Why doesn’t Nando leave? Because that’s his first boyfriend, and he is desperate to please him and work it out, and besides, N*te is only moody some of the time, and it’s always when I deserve it ‘cause I’m being annoying, so really, it’s my fault. (That’s the manipulation talking.) Why doesn’t N*te leave? Because here’s a partner who would literally do anything to make him happy. Nando is constantly thinking of him, doing nice things for him, and trying to make his life better. In high school, who can walk away from that?

- The other huge part of this is the body image thing, and I want to talk about that because it’s important in a number of senses. N*te is really, really bad to Nando about the way he looks. Nando is big and sort of chunky, and he never has a problem with that about himself before N*te is in the picture. N*te is constantly making little comments to him, like do you really need to eat that? and are you sure that shirt fits you? and (this while Nando is trying to cuddle or something) stop, you’re too big to do that, get off me.

- Nando internalizes this. He starts to genuinely believe that there’s something wrong with his body, and he feels awful about himself for it. N*te completely witnesses this damage he’s doing to Nando’s self-esteem, and he does nothing about it; he feeds into it, if anything. Why? Because N*te is a body-shaming little fuck.

- In short— and I know this is getting long before I get to Quinn— N*te keeps Nando around because he’s fully aware that Nando would do anything to make him happy, and honestly, it’s convenient to have that in his life. Nando is sure that if there are ever problems in their relationship, they’re his fault, and he needs to just stop being too much to fix them.

- We all know what the fate of that relationship is once Nando gets to Samwell.

- Anyway, I went into that long digression because I wanted to more thoroughly explain the problems with that relationship, and the toll it takes on Nando’s general self esteem and self-perception. N*te makes him feel like shit, and he doesn’t let himself fully understand that until after they’ve finally broken up.

- So N*te is gone. But the lasting effects of having the only relationship he’s known be a super toxic one.... those are still there.

- Along comes Quinn.

- We know the Nando and Quinn courting story. They have a lovely little meet-cute, and then a reconnection after they’re both too gay and stupid to get each other’s numbers the first time around. After that, there are two or so weeks of spending time together before they actually become official.

- The becoming-official fic and the first kiss fic are the same fic. The bulk of it is in Quinn’s POV, and I did that for a reason. Quinn spends most of it trying to figure out why Sebastián hasn’t asked him out yet, and then he ends up being the one to do it, at the very end.

- Let it be known: this is not because Nando doesn’t want to ask him out. It’s because Nando has the lasting belief from his only previous relationship that he is too much, and that he’s too affectionate, too pushy, too forward— so he doesn’t want to become too much for Quinn. By being the one to ask him out, he thinks there’s a chance he might scare him away, or make it all too big too soon.

- He really likes Quinn, and his thought is that he does not want to mess this up by being his annoying self. So he wants to let Quinn do this at his own pace. Nando is also conscious that Quinn has never had a boyfriend before, so there’s that, too.

- Their first kiss is mostly a mutual thing. They’re both thinking it, and they both want it, and it happens.

- The beginning of their relationship is a lot of touch-and-go— Nando constantly asking if it’s okay if he does something (is it okay if I hold your hand? or *in public* can I kiss you here? or *while snuggling* am I crushing you?), and Quinn telling him, of course it’s okay, Sebastián.

- He also apologizes a lot. I’m sorry if I’m being too much. You would tell me, right? If I was? It’s okay if I am. I can be better. Quinn reassures him. He’s patient and caring, and he doesn’t want Sebastián to think for a second that he’s too much for him.

- As a result of Nando’s internalized low self-esteem, a lot of the milestones in the relationship happen at Quinn’s pace. Nando was the first one to say I love you with N*te, so he waits for Quinn to be ready to say it to him— even when he’s been thinking it. When they start to move toward more intimate stuff, he lets Quinn dictate how and when it develops. Quinn is okay with this because they’re still on the same page about everything, but he definitely notices it and understands why.

- So he’s constantly reminding him that it’s okay to be forward if he wants to be, that it’s okay to be really sweet and affectionate— because, as Quinn tells him all the time, he loves those things. The big emphasis on emotion and the super loving side of him is part of what makes Nando himself. And Quinn loves him for himself. He tells him this regularly.

- Basically: Quinn helps him un-learn the repression of his romantic self that he internalized during his relationship with N*te.

- And Quinn is fully aware that Nando second-guesses himself sometimes directly because of N*te. They have the “sharing past relationship experience” talk pretty early on, and Nando tells him the whole N*te story, and Quinn gets mad. Not at Nando, but at N*te for putting him through that. He hates that somebody hurt him like this, and from that point forward Quinn vows that he’ll help him see himself the way he sees him.

- Nando finds it really hard to believe, at first, that Quinn likes and actively wants this unfiltered version of himself. But it gets much easier as it goes along. He lets himself open back up, and he doesn’t feel like too much anymore. He’s enough for Quinn, and that’s all that matters to him. Quinn is extremely patient with the un-learning process, and he encourages him to treat him the way he wants to, without holding back.

- I have been on this for quite a long time, but there’s one more thing I would be remiss to leave out of this psychological dive, and that’s Quinn’s impact on his body image. I’ve said a few times that Quinn loves the way he looks, head to toe, and that is absolutely true always and forever.

- It’s actually probably one of my favorite parts of their relationship. Nando is really hesitant at the start, especially in intimate moments, about his body and whether Quinn even really wants to touch it or see it. Quinn wants to shut that fear down as effectively as he can.

- Because he loves it. He loves his height, and his broad shoulders, and his big strong arms, and especially he loves his stomach. It’s a free pillow, and also just, there’s so much of him for Quinn to love on. Quinn is tiny and he’s so very not tiny, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

- So that means a lot of Quinn vocalizing that while they’re alone together, plenty of you’re so beautiful and let me look at you and I wouldn’t change a thing about you. It’s very soft and very sweet, and Nando sometimes almost cries because of just how much he loves him and loves this and how much better this is than anything he knew before it. With Quinn, for the first time, he’s okay with the way he looks. He learns to love himself, actually.

- For example.

(Kind of early in their relationship, right around the time they’re crossing lines into slightly more intimate behavior, but they haven’t gone far yet at all.)

(They’re in Quinn’s room, making out, and Quinn puts his hand under his shirt. Nando kind of recoils a little.)

Quinn: Oh. Wait. (Sensing he crossed a line Nando isn’t ready for.) I’m sorry.

Nando: No— I’m sorry.

Quinn: What? (He takes his hand away.) Why are you sorry?

Nando: Because I just... I’m not, like, jacked under there, or anything.

Quinn: I... didn’t think you were?

Nando: Then why did you put your hand there?

Quinn: Because I like your stomach?

Nando: (He’s quiet for a second, and then,) You do? (Pause) It... doesn’t gross you out to touch it?

Quinn: My goodness, Sebastián, gross me out? Of course not. It’s just the opposite.

Nando: (In disbelief.) It is?

Quinn: Of course it is. (He inches his hand back under there.) Can I— is this okay?

Nando: It’s okay if you’re okay with it.

Quinn: I’m very okay with it. (He smiles.) C’mere. Let me show you.

(And he does.)

- Anyway. I know I’ve been going on for quite some time. But the biggest thing here is that where he’s second-guessed himself before, Quinn helps Nando learn to love himself.

- And he finally gets to be the loving, doting, overly emotional boyfriend he’s always wanted to be.

- Quinn is a big fan of that.

- I love them so much and I’m emotional. We love Nando actually getting to be in a healthy and loving relationship.

Thank you for the ask!

#oc taddies #crickets #quindo #nandoooooooo

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i just wanted to write laurel having Caring and being real mad about it @caimkairos

It’s not like Laurel does much in terms of getting into situations she can’t find her way out if without dying, but she does have an ego that leads to biting off more than she can chew sometimes. Combined with not having a contracted Servant and it ends in there being some unfortunate missteps. But! She is not entirely alone. Friends come in handy. Laurel waltzes down Chaldea’s hall, a pleased spring in her step at avoiding danger, with her latest partner in crime alongside. “You saved my skin out there, Bei,” she says with a merry hum.

Bei deflects promptly. “It’s my job, and I’d like to keep you out of trouble.” It’s probably for the best she doesn’t die.

“Nah, you did great!” Laurel isn’t going to fall for it. She hops a bit. “And we pulled out all a-okay, which is a new one for me. It deserves a celebration. You get to pick. It’s been a while since I cooked and magic takes calories, I’m gonna make snacks. Whatcha want?”

Bei thinks a moment, and when they speak it’s with careful syllables. “Something with meat… would be nice.”

Laurel pauses a step for that, a moment of surprise, before she carries right on as to keep things casual. “You like meat? How come you didn’t say anything?” She hardly eats it, out of incident ended up pescatarian at best, so if Bei likes meat and all the food in Laurel’s dorm she offers is mainly vegetarian, then that means… has she seriously been doing a bad job feeding them all this time?

Bei shakes their head to deflect immediately. “It’s not a big concern, don’t worry.” Sheesh, they even clocked that she was going to make a deal out of it. But still, they also sound hesitant, awkward, like they’re worried about how their words are going to be weighed, as if there’s something other than the face of the matter. “I can eat things that aren’t. I simply… feel fuller with meat”

Oh, so there was. Laurel stops fully now, turning to face Bei with her hands on her hips to make them directly acknowledge her expression, a mix of appalled and offended. “And you didn’t say anything?” They didn’t just ask?! Aren’t they friends?! She can’t even feed them properly! Bei’s protesting, flustered and self-conscious, trying to say something about how it’s strange, they don’t want to be strange, but— too late, Laurel’s grabbed them by the lapel and is dragging them off like taking a troublesome child to time-out. Only she’s doing so gently.

Laurel realizes she has no power whatsoever compared to Bei and isn’t even pretending. She also knows that they’d follow along with her when she wants. “I have to make up for what, so many bad snacks? This is an emergency.” If anyone’s in the kitchen doing whatever it is they do, they won’t be for long. Laurel is a one-man storm of misdirected emotional maladaption and she’s going to get her way.

What ‘her way’ is would be storming the kitchen, seating Bei down at a table that’s within talking distance from the nearest stovetop, and kicking out anyone who happens to be in earshot. It might have been a long time since she last made most species of meat food, but by God she’s not going to be shown up now. She ends up freeing a wrapped pack of bacon and something else she hasn’t expected yet from the group fridge (it was probably for someone, but she’ll pay them back later, or something, burn that bridge when she gets to it) and setting at least the former to sizzling on a pan.

She was distracted enough by it that she’d stopped talking, but now that all she’s doing is waiting to cook, it’s coming back. At least she’s a little quieter, and does the favour of being quiet until a batch of cooked bacon that’s only mildly burnt (it’s easy, okay, she’s not a professional) is plonked down before Bei, who’s been fidgeting.

Alright, she’s fine. Normal. Mostly! Bei eats and almost immediately tears up shoving a piece of bacon into their mouth, as if it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for them, and that makes Laurel feel a whole host of things all over again. Eurgh!

Their heart is full of… stuff? Feelings? It’s gross, whatever it is, and Laurel slaps another batch of bacon on the frying pan. “I can’t believe this whole time you were just sitting there and eating whatever without even saying it sucks. There’s a limit to being polite! If you can’t do it for you, think about how embarrassed I am, since I’ve apparently been feeding you shit and calling myself a host. You’re allowed to tell me the bacon sucks, too, I know it’s burnt, don’t lie.” And there’s the open explanation (in part) for this whole tirade, that she’s embarrassed that she never asked or knew, and now even more so that she’s not even good at cooking something as simple as bacon! For her friend! Argh! Shitty hosting, this is! Being embarrassed is the worst! The worst! Even redirecting it to this ridiculous reaction isn’t helping.

Bah! Laurel flips the bacon with an exaggerated grumble. The betrayal… the lying and making her think she has her shit together with having friends over even in Chaldea… it was all false! Couldn’t even do the basis of providing good snacks. “You!” She points the tongs she’s using accusingly at Bei, which is lacking threat mostly because the stove is separated from the seating area by an island and decent distance. She’s within ranting range, not accurate throwing tongs range. “Do you even like tea? Don’t be polite to save my feelings, give me a solid yes or no as to if the tea I give you is shit.”

Saying it was shit would probably make her even more exasperated, but she would follow through and procure better supplies. Laurel is nothing if not dedicated. At least this time, Bei nods quickly (hopefully not still lying to make her less whatever-she-is-right-now). They swallow a little too fast, hold back a cough, and nod again. “Yes! Yes. Don’t worry. Your tea is great. You don’t oversteep it and there’s always sugar on hand, so it’s good.”

Hmm. A moment, then: “Okay! I’ll take that!” Good enough, she’s going to take that as honest and pin her continuing pride on it. Good enough to keep Laurel from continuing to talk shit while she cooks. Bei’s free to go back to eating whatever she puts in front of them, including the burnt things. Laurel is, quite frankly, impressed.

She manages to cook the entire pack of bacon before she takes a break, and stops by sitting on the table next to Bei, watching them scarf food. They still look emotional about it and once they’re done they turn to her with eyes large, already stumbling out a thanks for her. Laurel just sighs, leans slightly against them so her face isn’t easily seen. “God, dude, you’re just so fucking… sad.” That’s probably not a good thing to say out loud. Redefine, clarify: “I don’t mean it like, pitiable or anything, you just. I used to be a pretty fucked up kid, y’know? You remind me of me when I was real little, before I turned into an angry bastard, only you’re even worse off, where I don’t think I can even say that we compare. And it makes me so sad.”

Everybody’s so fucked up. Especially here. Laurel’s got nothing on this and she doesn’t even know what ‘this’ is exactly, but there’s so many stories with Servants that make her feel like she can’t even claim she relates to some fucked-up-childhood story. But here she is. Probably projecting. Still, right now she sees somebody who was at some point told ‘hey. You don’t get to ask for things. You don’t get to have people who love you,’ and she can’t let that sit.

She can at least give this stupid idiot magic cat-goblin as much meat as they can fit in their body. “Y’know. I haven’t told anyone in Chaldea this, but like.” Why’s she talking. Laurel doesn’t even know, it just keeps happening. But it’s fair, right? She clicks her tongue. “Growing up for me sucked, and I have a baby brother back home. Well, not baby, he’s thirteen. I’d do anything for that brat and he knows it. It’s a lot, and dangerous, to get around my other blood relatives, and I miss him like a motherfucker— two birthdays he’s had where I couldn’t call him now, and it breaks my heart— but it’s because I decided I wasn’t gonna let anybody I care about get stepped all over or hurt because of their position. I don’t want kids growing up like I did. You acting like that, like you get stepped all over, and then letting me not even do the basics of feeding you properly while you’re saying shit like ‘it’s fine, I’m happy with the bare minimum’, it just makes me…”

She gestures vaguely trying to find the words. Nothing comes up, and she frowns at middle distance in annoyance at its lack of helping her. “Argh! It’s sad! You know what I mean.” Good enough! It’s not eloquent. She tugs Bei’s head over into a hug where she can rest her cheek against the top of their head, speaking in a grumble. “Just, look, you’re allowed to speak your piece to me and if anyone ever hurts you I’ll kill ‘em.”

Laurel lets that sit for a moment or two, still not letting Bei go. They can go back to eating in a second, she’s having a moment, by which she means she needs to recover from the earlier moment and act like nothing happened. There’s a sniffing sound. Man, she really hasn’t said any of that shit out loud to anyone but Ash back home…. That’s wild. “Don’t tell anybody I have feelings or I’ll smack you,” she mutters, completely not serious but still sounding a bit miffed at having said feelings, before she lets Bei go and steps back.

Inhale. Exhale. Hands go to her hips. Recovered! Back to being fun and pretty and not feeling weak things like sadness or embarrassment. “That’s enough of me being a sap. Not my best look. Alright. You like fish? I can cook the hell out of some salmon. How ‘bout eggs? Do those count as carnivorous food? They’re protein, yeah?” Back to chatter and back to the stove. She’ll cook until Bei’s full (and some for herself) or tells her to stop, it’s fine. She can do that! Regain her ‘being a good host’ title.

#mun writes #misc : laurel #drabble : laurel

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Alistair birthday fanfic (that has nothing to do with his birthday!)

Hey guys, guess what day it is? It’s March 1st!! Which means… It’s Alistair’s birthdayyy!!! 👏👏🎉🎉 Anyways, I made a list with each character’s birthday in order:

Alistair: March 1st Karolina and Tegan: April 25th Ellie: June 19th Neha: July 7th Tyler: August 21th Tadashi: September 17th Claire: October 5th Axel: November 20th Raquel: December 3rd

So basically Alistair is this year’s first birthday boy! (And well… all years actually, he’ll always be the first birthday boy 😂) It also made me realize that I missed Raquel’s birthday 😭 shame on me, shame on me…

Well, I tried to write a short fanfic again, sorry if it’s super sucky or cringe but I love Alistair very much thus I’m going to post it anyway 😤 (Scholar is a she in this one since last time I wrote them as a he, also the fanfic is around 1k words long!)

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Scholar wasn’t the brightest when it came to having, or rather trying to have, a conversation in a big group of people. At first she was following just fine but when she got distracted for even 10 seconds she couldn’t follow anymore. The topics were changing at a great speed and she wasn’t always familiar enough with the subject to say something valuable and even when she did, there was no time to share her piece of mind. Once a person stopped talking the first person to speak next would take the spotlight and it was needless to say that Scholar wasn’t great at anything that involved speed.

She was sitting with all of her new friends in the cafeteria and the debate was starting to get heated, the only people missing were Karolina and Neha but it wasn’t that surprising. Karolina still didn’t want to hang out anywhere near Scholar and Neha was busy most of the time with either school work or Rao designs.

That is why at some point Scholar just started… zoning out. Since she wasn’t taking part in the conversation anymore she just assumed that no one was looking her way. And she was right. Everyone was chewing and talking at the same time or at least trying to swallow as quickly as possible. Then there was Claire who was just too polite to do that so she was just listening carefully to whatever Tyler and Tadashi were debating about.

Scholar was at the edge of the table just in front of Alistair who also seemed to be listening closely while eating a burger. That’s when, in a daze, Scholar’s gaze landed on his hands. At first, she was randomly staring off into space. Her eyes were too tired and they needed to be out of focus for a little bit. But when her sight cleared up again she immediately looked away out of embarrassement.

‘Crap! I hope he didn’t notice that I was staring… Well it’s not like I was staring on purpose though.’ Scholar was a bit flustered. Even so, she looked at his hands again. This time with her own free will which made her feel even more nervous but she just couldn’t help it. She was really mesmerized in a weird way. Of course, she was used to the fact that guys have most times bigger hands than girls do but with Alistair it was different. It looked like every single one of his fingers had muscles capable of snapping a thick twig, however despite that, they also looked really gentle. ‘Is it bad that I want to hold his hands? I bet it would be really nice to hold hands with Alistair… And do other things too… Oh my God. What am I thinking again?? What am I? A creepy hand fetishist?’

That’s when her heart sunk into her stomach. “Um… Scholar?” Her eyes moved up to see his face crisped into a worried smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at my burger for a while now, you want a bite?”

Thank God he thinks that she was staring at the food and not his hands… But she was so sure that he wouldn’t notice anything at all so she panicked anyway. “Oh no, I was just uh… wondering if you can cook! Since all of us always eat food from the cafeteria I started randomly thinking that and my eyes just wandered off. Sorry!” Scholar was kind of bad when it came to improvising on the spot, let’s just hope that he would buy it. Well, knowing Alistair he wouldn’t force her to share something she didn’t want to talk about. Alistair’s worried smile changed into a genuine and happy one and he moved his chair closer to the table to talk with Scholar.

“Oh, sure I can. I’m not the best but since I’m the eldest amongst my siblings I can make basic stuff easily at least. What about you?” At the other side of the table, the debate was coming to a close and more ears were getting interested in what Scholar and Alistair were talking about, one on one nonetheless.

“Oh really? Well you do seem to be great with your han- uh. Nevermind.” Scholar’s cheeks had taken a pink shade even though that type of stuff happend rarely to her. As for the other side of the table, a couple of them had heard that. Of course, Ellie was the first one to make a comment.

“Oooh. Talking in secret the both of you, huh? How do you even know that Alistair is “great with his hands” Scholar?“ Honestly, Alistair hadn’t caught on the subtext until Ellie kicked in. The poor boy blushed too.

"What do you mean, how do I know? Just looking at his hands is enough!” Scholar pointed her finger towards them as if she had just stated the most obvious thing in the world and everyone looked that way. As expected, Alistair suddenly became self-conscious because of all the staring. But after a short silence Ellie finally shrugged, admitting defeat. “Well, good point. But that still sounded kinky.”

While it seemed like Tyler didn’t really follow or get what happend, he got up from his chair and flexed his arms in front of the amused gazes of the whole group. “Oh please. My arms and hands are just as good, don’t you all realize the enormous effort that goes into my paintings? The grip strength I need to hold my brush 4 hours in a row? Gotta have strong arms for that much talent.” Tegan snorted. “Of course.”

Tyler looked at Tegan with an exaggerated nonchalant expression. “Is that jealousy I see over there, my dear Tegan? No need to be so upset, everyone has their own qualities and talents. As for you, I would say the neck is your toughest part.” Tegan’s eyes widened in surprise. “My neck? … Oh, you mean because it can hold my really heavy big booty brain?” Tyler grinned. “No, because of all the times you were sleep deprived and had to learn how to sleep in a sitting position.”

While everyone was laughing and jokingly praising Tegan’s spine, Claire squinted her eyes in a hilariously confused expression. She must be thinking: 'What does a big booty brain even mean?’ She out of all people, since Claire was in the health sciences department and was aspiring to become a neurosurgeon, that term must’ve piqued her interest even if she had the suspicion that it was nothing serious.

The rest of the lunch break was spent in more ridiculous debates and Alistair lost in his thoughts. 'Was Scholar looking at my hands earlier?’ He had figured it out but he still heavily doubted his judgement. Because there’s no way that Scholar would stare at his hands, right? There’s no reason she would. This time around Alistair was the one to stare at her hands. But he was being much more obvious about it. Her hand was so small compared to his. Her fingers were thinner and her nails had a tame shade of pink. “Alistair? Is something wrong with my hands?”

Just when he was starting to get afterthoughts Scholar snapped him back into reality. “Wh-what? Not at all! Your hands are really pr-” He was obviously about to say “pretty” but it would make him look even guiltier than he already was. So he tried to use another word. “Pr-Precious!”

Unfortunately for Alistair it was a much more endearing term than “pretty” but fortunate for Scholar because she was really giddy about the compliment. “Oh… Thank you uhh…” This time around no one heard them. But both of their minds were left with the exact same thought. 'This better not have awakened a weird hand fetish or something…’

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Aaannd that’s it! On a scale of 0 to 10 how cringe would you rate this? I hope that one day I’ll reach 0! This whole fanfic is basically the meme that goes “Oh boy, I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me!” By the way, just so we’re clear I do NOT have a hand fetish 😂 I swear this was just for wholesome comedic purposes. Also, just so you guys know, my birthday is in 2 days! *wink wink nudge nudge*

#sweet elite #se #alistair drew #fanfiction #fanfic #wow I was born 2 days after Alistair if that is not fate then I don't know what is 😂#no but seriously #I wrote this based on a scene from I Love Yoo #you know the one with Dieter?#when he's eating a sandwich and Yoo is like #oh don't mind me I'm just looking at your hot hands 😉#this was the most awkward and funny thing I had seen in a long time

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Fire And Gold: Chapter: 2

Fire and Gold

Nalu Lovefest 2019 Prompts: Magic, Memories, Reckless, Worship & Cravings (All Implied)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing: Nalu/Endlu (Natsu x Lucy & E.n.d. Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: T-M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: Let the day be known when fire tested gold in the most intimate sense. The forging of a mating bond between the dragon-demon hybrid and celestial maiden while further strengthening the relationship they already have. Natsu finally confesses his romantic feelings for Lucy at and asks to claim her as his mate and queen; though not without it taking a bit for it to fully sink in for the poor, baffled woman. The first chapter is one of my entries for Nalu Lovefest 2019 and part of my ongoing Nalu (The Demon-Dragon and His Celestial Princess) anthology series set not too long after the events of the original manga/anime.(Slight Au).

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Chapter 2: Piece by Piece

A/N: Hey guys, here's the long-awaited second chapter to Fire And Gold! Fun fact: The chapter title is inspired by the Eivor song of the same name which fits the overall mood of said chapter. Anyway, just wanted to give a major kudoos and shoutout to the amazing @bmarvels for acting as my beta which included edits and further development of this chapter! Now without further ado,back to the story! Enjoy!

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Legend

Italics: Flashback/literary or song quotes (If Any of the most former )

Bold: First Person Thoughts

Bolded Italics: empathized word

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"Piece by piece

You put me together

Till I am no longer

Broken"

"You see who I am

Deep down inside

I grow by the light of your gaze

You fill me with wonder

Fill me with hope

You have opened up my mind

I see everything in every little thing

When you're by my side"

( Eivør : Snippets of Piece By Piece)

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"Some of our friends are talking about us like we're not there ."

"Come on, Luce... don't worry about it." Natsu blithely waved off his partner's observation with a grin, clearly unfazed by their guild mate's less-than-discreet side conversation. "You and me got way more important things to discuss. That kiss spell it out enough?"

"Yep — Message received loud and clear."

"Good—- though took ya' long enough weirdo." He teased, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Been subtly dropping hints for weeks ever since I decided try to make my feelings known. Didn't think it'd take you this long seeing how you're one of the smartest people I know. Just a bit slow on the uptake, I guess. Least' it helped knowing that you're just as crazy about me going off what I overheard from your 'girl talk' with Levy and the others. Otherwise, I woulda’ thought you weren't interested and given up trying."

"Oh... I see" Lucy noted a little more meekly than usual; heat-infused blood most likely rising in her cheeks. She couldn't help but be a tad self-conscious over unwittingly leaking the lurid details of what was honestly believed to be a discreet conversation.

My bad...

"So... uh... that's how you already knew— Oops. Ehh... That's kind of embarrassing.” Fingers were twirling a loose strand of hair in a physical display of mortification. " You really heard those, huh?"

"Yup!" The fire wizard popped the "p", flashing Lucy a smug-shit-eating-kind-of grin that set her heart a flutter. "Got hypersensitive hearing, remember? All those awesome things you were saying really fired me up, too. Anyway, you really should be more careful— never know who might be listening." He gave a wink with his usual teasing chuckle.

"That's for sure— guess I will have to more careful." Lucy's voice was a bit softer, mentally betraying herself for the other guildmates presence slipped her mind.

Man can it be a real challenge to keep anything a secret here at times...

"Definitely. It's all good though— you're still amazing, intelligent, loyal to a fault," Natsu's voice dropped lower with an extra pause between words. Not to mention the glimmer of intent in those onyx-green eyes.. The fire wizard's hand reached towards Lucy's face, calloused fingers tucking a stray tendril of blonde hair behind her ear in a feather soft touch; before cupping the cheek of said mage who couldn't help but lean into his palm .

This is a completely new side of him I've never seen before-more gentle and romantic.

"Not to mention you're sweet, caring, and an incredible wizard in your own right with plenty of spunk and a heart of gold. Definitely a great listener and super easy to talk with too — all in all an amazing and fun person to be around. Oh and did I mention how easy on the eyes you are?"

"You.. really think so?" The celestial wizard inquired, voice sounding breathy to her own ears from being completely spellbound by her firey partner's words .

Natsu's not always much for words but he seems to be saying all the right things right now to keep me hooked. Basically putty in his hands here.

"Yeah! And I mean you seriously are the most gorgeous, sexy, and adorable girl I've ever laid eyes on. With that on top of everything else, what's not to love? You're everything I could want or need in a mate-slash-queen and more."

"Mate?" Lucy echoed in question, the last words really catching her attention. Interesting. The celestial mage's brain was buzzing swimming with piqued intrigue from the implications of Natsu what said; despite only being familiar with mates as a general concept.

I remember learning about how some animals mate for life in my lessons growing up—but don't think I've ever heard that term come up in conversation with Natsu before. Wonder what that could mean for us...

"You mean like a soul mate?"

"Exactly like that, yeah" came the dragon slayer's reply with a touch of pride; as if recalling centuries of ancient knowledge that were passed down— most likely through Ingeel. "The exact word you used is basically another term for mates that pretty sums what it means for dragon slayers. Ya probably learned growin' up bout' how some animals mate for life , right?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay, cool . So that whole thing isn't really that different for dragon slayers . Same goes for demons and hybrids—myself included- though those mates are also their queens. Oh and instead of just for life, they're soul-bonded for all eternity."

"Sounds pretty intimate." Lucy peered up at him through through the fringe of her thick lashes, the heat of his hand on her cheek still very much noticeable.

"It definitely is— believe me. Gods know how much I want you to be my girlfriend— but also far more than that at the same time. Dragons, demons, and hybrids have one person who they're drawn to- one person they're meant to be with. Not to mention the burning passion for their chosen that's unlike anything else— even by regular human standards."

"Wow..." There was so much she didn't realize, or maybe just didn't think more into about it, just how much a slayer's mate entailed. Yet, here Natsu was discussing the details to her as if it were one of their every -day conversations. Mavis knows she couldn't help the fluttering in her stomach with the way he was speaking about it all.

Normally, this would might overwhelming for some but not when it comes to the one guy I've been pining for so long. I mean it's all so exciting!"

"I know it's probably a lot to take in, but Lucy, you're literally that person for me. You're the one I've been always been inexplicably drawn to ever since we first met. The one who I see in my dreams when I fall asleep at night. The one who I'd go to hell and back for, who I'd do anything for to protect and keep safe. The one who I can't stand to be apart from for too long and whose face I wanna wake up to the rest of my life. Can't help but—" Natsu's thumbs were stroking along the curve of Lucy's cheeks; so light, delicate, so tender, so gentle in touch that it sent electric sparks racing through her nerves . "I just can't help but want to claim you for myself and myself alone. "You're pretty much my other, better half, who I didn't even know I was searching for until I finally met you— and now I have. I don't always pour my heart out so publicly like this— ask anyone we know-but there's no one else out there for me. Never has been and never will be."

Holy hell did the celestial's heart melt delight from the sincerity resonating in each and every one of the dragon slayer's words.

Huh... Just when I think I couldn't fall any harder or be more attracted to the guy, he goes and says all this.

"It's no secret to anyone now that I've fallen for ya', Luce— hard. No going back now— you're all I see in the romantic sense. Not that others aren't important or that I care any less about them — but how I feel for you is different. Not inferior, just different. You've always been among those most precious to me... kind of like the brightest star of my universe that lights up my life in a way no else could. Damn, I sound pretty sentimental right now I don't care. Hell, said this more than once already—- but I swear I'm gonna love you with everything I've got in me. Not just today, but for all of this life and each and every one that comes after that—forever."

Holy crap does he have a way with words...

"Wow Natsu, that was something else…" Lucy was in awe, deeply touched by the stirring power of his heartfelt pledge.

"Thanks— means a lot to hear how impressed you are." "I'll say..."

"Yeah, we both know I'm more of a man of action— but my words are straight from the heart. Which leads to the question I wanna ask".

"Shoot." Lucy watched the fire eater with attentive eyes .

Wonder what else he wants to say.

"Kay, here goes. Will you let me claim you, Luce?" Nastu's voice was hopeful with just a tiny smidge of nerves . Probing, emerald eyes were meanwhile searching Lucy's face as if gauging her reaction. "Officially? As my mate and queen?"

This might be the most open I've ever seen him..

"Yes," came stellar mage's automatic reply without a shred of hesitation or second thought. Not to mention how the thrilling, romantic prospect of belonging to the fire demon for all eternity flooded her veins with a cozy warmth unlike any other.

Not only do we have an entire lifetime to spend together—but I also get to be bound to him in every conceivable way for all time? Awesome! Can this get any better?!

"I'd love to be yours, mate,queen, soul-bound—everything."

"Really? You accept?" He couldn't seem to help but double trying to contain the bubbling excitement threatening to burst from him.

"Of course— nothing would make me happier!"

"Score!"

Nastu's entire face lit up with an audible whoop just as Lucy let out a feminine squeal; from arms spinning her around after a lift .

" You... this... I can't .. holy crap this is so awesome!" The fire wizard dropped another ecstatic kiss on the moonstruck astral mage's waiting lips . "Did i mention how much I love you already, sweetheart? Well that's just too damn bad—won't ever grow tired of reminding ya for as the rest of our lives here in this world and after that! So glad that you're finally mine! I mean, I had a pretty good feeling you'd accept my claim... but hearing it directly is... Holy Crap! So stoked—like people have no idea!"

"Though I do " came Lucy's reply, a fond smile tugging at the corner of her lips. God, was being in Natsu's arms ever incredible—absolute perfection she couldn't help but revel in.

Don't think I'll ever get enough.

Not to mention, he didn't seem intent on releasing her from his embrace any time soon if the pure adoration shining in his eyes was any indication to go by. Not that I'm complaining.

"And you're definitely right about me feeling the same." Lucy assured him, her hands resting on his warm, well-muscled chest.

"Course' I was, weirdo!"

"Aw, look how smitten those two are!" Levy fawned over the couple from the sidelines. "Beyond sweet!"

"Yeah, I'll say" Gajeel concurred , admiration colouring his tone. "Looks like one of Salamander's official term of endearments for Lucy already came naturally to him— like it often does with other dragons slayers, demons and their mates ."

"Oh my God yes— I heard that too! I absolutely love that Natsu called her sweetheart— just as sweet as the endearment terms you have for me. Plus, can I just say how amazing it is that these two are officially an item now? "

"Definitely— I'm happy for them too."

"I know, right?!"

"Aye- they make a great couple already! He loves herrrrr!" trilled Happy in a sing-song voice. "Isn't that right, Natsu?"

"You better believe it, little buddy!"

Damn is he amazing ... The way Natsu was practically shouting his undying love for his mate to the rooftops with exultant abandon. No wonder adoration swelled in her heart!

"Hear that, everyone?! I love Lucy Heartfilia with all my heart and soul!"

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Born To Be

summary; after one call you have the chance to meet your past and embrace him it.

word count; 2 905

disclaimers; none but that’s my gif up there, how cool’s that !!

warnings; I’M SO BAD AT ENDINGS IT’S EMBARRASSING

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Around ten that night, the unexpected happened.

Your best friend, Jaime, found it tough to read your expressionless face.

Why it transformed into a pale mask was a mystery, since she couldn’t get to hear what the other person was saying.

You just couldn’t believe that this was happening. It couldn’t be real. Your hand was shaking, and a sickening pain in your chest interfered with your gasp for air.

Jaime shook your shoulder to bring you back to the moment.

“Are you still there?” the caller asked.

Every nerve in your body quivered at her voice.

Jaime was chewing on various cuticles as she tried to decipher the look in your eyes.

“I am,” you said in a weak voice, and cringed at your inability to tame your emotions.

Maureen drew in a deep breath.

This was hard for her as well, but she knew you were the only person who could fix things, who could fix him.

“I’m calling on Richard’s behalf, I guess” she sighed, not fully conscious yet that she finally built up the courage to do it.

The jiggling of your leg going up and down stopped.

Three things caught your attention: if Ringo had something to tell you, why was his wife the one to pick up the phone? Also, it was the first time you heard her calling him by his name, by Richard, which really preoccupied you for some reason. And the last and most disturbing one: why was she contacting you? Why now?

You two never exchanged a word before.

“Did something happen?” you asked, sceptical if you wanted to know.

You broke up with Ringo a week before he joined The Beatles, and to this day, many and many years later, you’ve barely seen or talked to him.

August 1962. He was 22 years old, you 19.

The reason why you broke up with him was simple and understandable: after an argument about how he wouldn’t spend any time with you, about how he’d always put Rory Storm and the Hurricanes first, making you feel like an accessory rather than a girlfriend, you didn’t stutter to give him an ultimatum.

It comes without saying he didn’t pass.

Then Maureen happened.

Convinced it was for the best, you split up still being recklessly in love with him: it broke your heart when the news reached your ears, you couldn’t deny it.

Thirteen years later, three children under Ringo’s wing -a five-year-old among them-, The Beatles no longer in the game, it was a whole different scenario.

Maureen held the phone tight.

“I just came home from signing the divorce papers”

“Oh no,” you gasped, and covered your mouth in utter shock.

Jaime narrowed her eyes and asked what was going on. You brushed her off.

“I assume you know nothing” Maureen speculated, because maybe you did.

You used to be very close to Paul after you met him backstage after one of The Quarrymen performances –you knew him, John and George long before Ringo did-, but she wasn’t sure if you kept in contact with each other nowadays.

The relationship wasn’t as tight as it once was, but you did. You phoned him very occasionally, and he sent letters or telegrams every three months to catch up, Ringo never brought up into the conversation.

So no, you didn’t know anything.

Maureen began to explain what caused the marriage to end in such bad terms: her and George having an affair, Pattie finding out and snitching to Ringo the very same day, she managing to persuade him to stay together, and how Ringo couldn’t cope anymore with the thought of his best friend and wife secretly fucking behind his back.

According to Maureen, he started to cheat constantly and become violent, drowning himself into a spiral of darkness and self-destruction, which mainly included critical alcoholism.

Your jaw clenched, and you spoke through gritted teeth.

“This is why you’re calling me for?”

She frowned and picked her words cautiously.

“No” she stopped talking to gather her thoughts. “I just wanted to tell you he needs help”

You shrugged dramatically even though she wasn’t there to see it.

Maureen sighed and closed her eyes, counting to ten silently to keep the tears at bay.

“I fucked up tremendously. I’d offer help myself, but I already did and he ended up like this anyway. You’re the only one he’ll listen to”

“What do you mean by ‘this’?”

Maureen didn’t speak, a knot in her throat preventing her from doing so.

“You expect me to fix things for you to have him back or what? Maureen, this is a waste of time, there’s nothing I can do. You said it yourself: you fucked things up. Don’t go asking people—“ you began, angry that she had to come to you to deal with her problems.

“You don’t understand”

“We haven’t talked in thirteen years! Do you really believe he’s going to—“

“He could be gone any second! He’s probably consumed three bottles already since we started talking. I’d die and revive as many times as needed to be able to go back in time and do things differently, but it’s too late, it’s useless trying to have him back. He…”

Maureen’s voice broke.

“He’s been in love with you the whole time”

You went white.

Your brain shutting down and the adrenaline pumping hysterically through your blood sent you to the very edge of nearly passing out.

“(Y/N), are you okay? Answer me” Jaime insisted, moving to a fetal position right in front of you.

“What… what do you mean?” you asked Maureen, ignoring Jaime.

“I’m a lot of things, but blind’s not of one of them. We went through a lot of things, you know? I never had the opportunity to explain myself, but I cheated because I hit rock bottom. I was tired of Rich not being over you. I gave him time, years that I won’t have back. All of them wasted waiting for something that didn’t come”

Now she called him Rich. Huh.

She was so close to crying, but you were sure she wouldn’t allow herself to. At least not until she hung up.

Maureen then dictated an address.

“Please, (Y/N)” she begged in a very emotional voice. “If he ever meant anything to you, go see him”

House keys tucked in your handbag next to your wallet, a pair of dirty sunglasses, one bottle of hand lotion, a pepper spray and kleenexes, you were confident you weren’t forgetting anything.

After hopping into the car, you pulled out on to the road.

Maureen called on Monday, but due to your work duties, you hadn’t been able to visit Ringo until now.

It was Thursday and you were on your way.

You didn’t tell anyone you were going, not even Maureen. And especially not Ringo.

It took a forty-minute drive to get there.

Climbing out of the car, you felt your legs wobbly. Was it a good idea? You didn’t know, but it wasn’t the right moment to turn around and leave. You had to keep it together.

For a moment, it all seemed unreal. You about to see him again, about to ring the doorbell.

Surprisingly, you didn’t have to.

Ringo swang the door open, carrying in the other hand a heavy garbage bag, which by the recognizable sound that the items inside made by bumping into each other, you knew it contained glass. Probably dozens of bottles of every type of beer and wine imaginable.

A big and remarkable beard was what pretty much stuck out first. The next thing you noticed was that his hair looked nasty: it didn’t reach his shoulders only for a tiny bit, and even though it was obvious he hadn’t brushed it in a while, it wasn’t missing the softness effect. Curls fell down his forehead. Under other circumstances that would’ve been nothing but cute.

Haggard was the only word you could use to describe him.

The cigarette between his teeth fell to the ground.

You looked at it and glanced up at him. His eyes’d grown wide, and he was immobile.

“Hi” you rasped, showing a shy smile.

What a nervous and chaotic mess you were inside.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” his voice sounded incredulous, like if he were still digesting that you were there, not quite believing it.

“I…”

Indeed, it was dumb to think for an excuse you didn’t have. You just shook your head and fastened your eyes on the garbage bag.

“You’ve been busy?”

His cheeks turned crimson violently, and he shoved it away with a kick.

“Can I… hug you?” was all he asked, eyes never leaving yours, scared that if he might look away you’d vanish.

He wasn’t okay, you could just tell. It was heartbreaking.

As soon as he put his arms around you and squeezed, you were regretting your decision. To be more precise, you were regretting not having prepared yourself enough emotionally.

Ringo inclined his head downwards and pressed his nose against your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

“You’re here” he uttered.

You let him take his time, getting a glimmer of empathy.

As Ringo pulled back, you noticed that his hands were twitching. Symptoms, you guessed. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll prepare you a cuppa” he exclaimed to break the tension, and swept into the kitchen after insisting that you got comfortable.

The place was a mess. Overflowed ashtrays everywhere, floor littered with crumpled papers and dirt all over. A lot of disorganization in general.

By the look of it, if his house were the mirror to his soul and health, he was at a very depressing point.

“Sorry about the disorder” he came back and handed you the cup. “I haven’t had time to hire someone or clean meself”

“It’s alright” you nodded, to make him feel better.

You walked over to a bookshelf, examining the silver-framed photographs of his children.

All of them were a huge accurate half and half mix of their parents, so you couldn’t say if they looked more like him or more like their mum.

Blowing into the cup, you turned to the right and saw Ringo sit back upon the sofa with his foot over the thigh of the other leg.

He lit another cigarette and offered you to grab one.

“I quit”

“I should too” he said, taking a very much long desired drag.

You refused to speak first.

Ringo sighed at your sight. You looked breathtaking standing there in those jeans and basic tee in the middle of his living room.

“So, what do I owe this honour” the corner of your mouth quirked up and you looked down to your feet timidly, “of you visiting the grumpy and drunk stupid Starkey this fine morning?”

The smile evaporated in a split second, and you worryingly fixed your gaze on him.

He smirked, but it soon melted away as well.

That sent cold goosebumps up and down your spine.

“C’mon. Thirteen years, only knowing about you because of Paul’s ‘she’s good, really’, and you magically appear on my doorstep the same week Mo and I divorce?”

You took in a keen breath.

Ringo stared at you, wanting to read you, but his brain wasn’t functioning very well.

He leaned in to cast the stub of the cigarette into the ashtray, saying nothing.

You slid on an armchair opposite him.

When you flashed your eyes at him, still easily flustered by his comment, you saw him gazing out the window. He looked beated down, unhappy.

“Richie”

He abruptly stood up and paced furiously, startling you.

“I’m so lost. You… I don’t know what the next step should be”

“Please, calm down. I’m here to help you”

“Help me?” he turned around and eyed you, every inch of your face. “I don’t need help. I need answers”

“What answers? You mean why Maureen and George…” you didn’t want to finish that.

“Why didn’t you reach out to me in all these years?” he stared at you and you became so small. “I thought we were friends, (Y/N). I know I took you for granted, but I’d have never imagined I wouldn’t hear from you in so long”

The pain in his voice made your eyes go shiny. You wouldn’t cry. No.

“Well, I… the last encounter we had… you didn’t say very nice things to me. I thought you didn’t want to hear from me again”

“I was mad because I didn’t want to end things. I don’t… I don’t remember what I said, but if I said something that hurt you, I’m genuinely sorry. I kept asking Paul for your number and your address, and he wouldn’t give it to me”

“I told him not to. I assumed you just wanted to argue, imagined you weren’t happy about me talking to him. You used to be very a jealous guy back then, I didn’t want to deal with it” you softly theorized, lowering your head.

Saying it out loud sounded so dumb.

Ringo drew nearer the big window and leaned against the wall, looking down the street.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, glad he wasn’t facing you so you wouldn’t see him chewing his lip out of anxiousness.

“I missed you too”

Off in the distance, you heard the tintinnabulation noise of the nearby church bells announcing noon.

You rose to your feet and stood behind him. Just when you were about to speak, he did it first.

“Are you staying for lunch?”

“If you want me to”

He looked at you over his shoulder. You inched forward and stopped in front of him.

“Maureen told me…”

You looked up subtly at him but glanced down again when you met that pair of intimidating ocean eyes. Ringo contemplated your features, and concluded that you were only getting prettier as time passed, the hint of a doubt never on his mind.

He, on the other very extreme of the scale, looked homeless.

Reaching out for your hand, he clasped it tightly.

Your heart rate went wild.

“Maureen told me you still loved me,” you said, watching your hands held together. “How crazy”

You dismissed it, because it couldn’t be true.

“Crazy?” he repeated.

“Huh?” you raised your head up.

He jerked his in the window’s direction again and let your hand go.

Would it be that crazy?

“Ringo… do you?”

He rolled his shoulders.

“Hey”

Slowly, he turned to you.

“I’m back now. I’ll help you recover, okay?”

Ringo’s lips were in a thin line. He tightened his jaw and crossed legs and arms, adopting a pose to feel more secure.

“Tell me about your life, how’re you doing?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“Work’s treating me nice, I’m healthy. I cannot complain”

His eyes dropped to your hand. No engagement ring in sight.

You blushed after following where his eyes were standing.

“Are you kidding me?”

“What?” you laughed.

“You’re not taken?”

“I could have a boyfriend”

Ringo raised an eyebrow.

“I do not” you answered, biting your lower lip to suppress a smirk.

“How many have you rejected?”

You giggled, and his face lit up, a serene feeling dawning on his chest. It’d been too long since he heard you laugh.

“I’m hungry. Aren’t you?” you hinted after a pause, redirecting the conversation somewhere else.

Ringo didn’t move or speak.

You didn’t have time to think about what could possibly be crossing his mind, but half a second later, he rushed to kiss you, taking you by surprise.

Even so, your mouth was quick to respond, parting lips to let him in. Ringo moved his hand to the back of your neck, and the other trailed down to rest on your waist.

Senses gone, you weren’t sure if this was right or wrong in any level.

He tasted like Bourbon, and touched you so well in all the right places that you agreed you’d worry later.

One lock of your hair got in the way, and Ringo, without undoing the connection of your lips, tucked it back in. You grunted in his mouth at the tender touch, and he pulled you closer passionately, intensifying the kiss.

A wave of stimulation hit you hard, and you attached your hip as much as you physically could to his body, at the same time that you sucked on his lip.

Meanwhile, he deepened his grasp, hands in fists below your back, wrinkling and tugging on your shirt.

Just as you thought it was over, Ringo pinned you against the wall, working with great mastery his luscious puffy lips on yours.

Arms around his neck, you two began to progressively slow down after a gratifying make out session.

The instant his lips were no longer touching yours, you felt angry and pointless. Was there anything in life you wanted to do that didn’t concern kissing him? No bother answering.

“Look what you did to me” he breathed.

Silence settled for a short period of time.

“Did Maureen tell the truth?”

Ringo furrowed an eyebrow.

“What’re you saying?”

“Did she lie when she said you love me?” you implored.

“No”

You nodded, heart full, and cupped his face with your hands.

“I’m so sorry to tell you this, but you’ll have to put up with me for a long time. I ain’t going nowhere”

“You’ll never leave me again?”

“I’d be insane”

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Alone, Together | Chapter 16 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: Welp, this story isn’t showing up in the morgan rielly tag anymore even though it’s my first tag in the list. Anyone know a possible reason?

I’m still on a high from the Raptors parade today. Enjoy.

Bee had her outfit laid out on the chair in Morgan’s room, but she ignored it while she lied in bed with him and felt his fingers move in and out of her lazily, making her squirm for how sensitive she was getting but also making her mad for how slowly he was taking this. They faced each other in the bed, her leg hooked over his, and he was holding her in his free arm; so soft and so gentle but also biting down on her skin and licking at her breasts and telling her what a good girl she was being as she kept trying to grind harder on his hand between her legs, only for him to pull away momentarily or go even slower which would drive her fucking insane.

She still needed to take a shower. She still needed to style her hair and do her makeup. Her winged eyeliner alone took her like ten minutes. But here she was. Morgan was fingering her in his bed, and there was no way she was going to leave.

They were definitely going to be late to Auston’s New Year’s Eve party.

When he got back from his Christmas break in Vancouver and from the road game they played in Columbus, he seemingly couldn’t keep his hands off her. She didn’t know what it was or what had gotten into him, but the second he arrived back in the city he’d called her, and by the first two minutes she was over his apartment, he’d pinned her against his door and was in her. Literally. The following night, after an upsetting loss to the Islanders at Scotiabank Arena, they went back to her place and engaged in four or five different rounds of sex throughout the night. Yesterday, though she was out a majority of the day with Angie, she kept getting messages from him explaining what he wanted to do to her that night. When she got home, he ate her out like she was the last meal on earth, until she felt like she was going to have a heart attack, which was apparently common for her now. Even then, he let her relax for a bit until he went for a round two.

Everybody enjoyed good sex. Everybody. And when it becomes so available, nobody really passes on the opportunity. Including her. She loved feeling good, and she loved that he was the one able to make her feel so good, because he was a damn good lover, and a very generous one at that (she was generous too, let’s not get the story wrong here), but she wondered where all of this was coming from. He told her he was just making up for lost time, but they had only been apart from each other for five days. They’d been apart from each other longer, even just recently, and he hadn’t acted this way when he came back.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he whispered, curling his fingers in her and making her whimper loudly. They’d resumed much of their dirty talk, too, after they had explored it before Christmas. It was a staple now. She couldn’t believe how much it turned her on and added to the whole experience. “You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she nodded her head. “You always make me feel so good Morgan.”

He slipped another finger into her, and she writhed at the sensation of his fingers curling in her, hitting the spot she so desperately needed to hit. He smiled and bit his lip. “So good for me baby. So wet. So fucking wet.” He lowered his head to kiss and bite at her neck. He looked down to her boobs spilling out of her blush pink bra and curled his fingers again, making her grind onto his hand.

“I’m so close Mo,” she said desperately. “Please. Go faster. Go harder.”

“No,” he denied her. “We’re gonna take it nice and slow.”

“Morgan.”

“Nice and slow,” he repeated, taking his fingers almost fully out of her as punishment, garnering another whimper from her. He pushed them back in at an excruciatingly slow pace, and she wanted to kill him.

“Morgan, please,” she was frantic. “I want to come so bad.”

“Nice and slow,” he repeated, and she could only toss her head back and moan at his insistency before accepting her fate.

She didn’t know how long they were lying there for, but when he slipped in yet another finger, and curled them all against her walls, it all became too much for her, and soon, she was completely gone. Her orgasm washed over her, slow and powerful as it made its way throughout her whole body, and she was shaking from the sheer intensity of it. She closed her thighs around his hand as he continued his movements, letting her ride it out for as long as possible. He finally stopped when her body stopped shaking, and he took the opportunity to bring the hand that was buried in her up to his mouth. They stared at each other as he sucked his fingers, loving the taste of her.

“Fuck,” she muttered, barely waiting for her fingers to leave his mouth before she crashed her lips onto his, desperate to taste it too. He made her fucking crazy. Her body was a puddle off goo from her orgasm but he continued to find ways, the simplest of ways, to get her hot and bothered. “You are a fucking gift, Morgan Rielly.”

“Hmm, so are you,” he mumbled in between kissing, trying to pull her body on top of him. “The things I would do to you. God. Get up here.”

“Moooo,” she whined. It was taking everything in her not to give in. “I’ve gotta shower.”

“Shower? For what?”

“For Auston’s party, dummy.”

“Ugh, whatever,” he groaned. “Do we have to go? We have much better things we could be doing.”

Bee snorted. “Yes we have to go. He’s your friend – our friend – and he’s expecting us to be there. I even made cupcakes.”

He groaned again, moving to lie down on his back since he knew he wasn’t going to win. “Why do you have to be such a good person?”

She shook her head at his question. “That must be the horny talking. If I get anymore action after what’s been going on these past couple of days they’re gonna have to put ‘Death by Morgan Rielly’s dick’ on my gravestone.”

It was his turn to snort. “Well what do you expect when you have a nice pink bra like that on?” he asked rhetorically.

She looked down quickly at her bra. Blush coloured, satin with some lace. Expensive, of course; or at least more than what she had previously paid for her bras. It fit well, cupped her breasts perfectly, didn’t tug at her skin or give her indents. The straps didn’t fall down her arms like they usually did. She unclasped her bra and threw it at him, garnering a smile as it landed on his chest. She gave him a wink before turning and walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower. In the full-length mirror in the washroom, she looked at her body until the mirror began to fog. She saw her tummy a little fuller thanks to Christmas; she saw her hips and thighs, wide as ever; she saw her arms lead up to her shoulders, now peppered with love bites.

Morgan had never mentioned anything about bras or panties or lingerie before she went on her shopping spree with the girls. But now, with all the new satin and lace and bodysuits and baby dolls (though he’d only really seen the bodysuit in terms of lingerie), he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He’d comment on the colour, the material, how good it made her boobs look, how good it made her ass look. While she obviously enjoyed the compliments, and the hunger derived from it, she wondered if he thought these things before all the satin and lace. Before the bodysuits and baby dolls. Before the nice clothes and Chanel bags.

Morgan never once made her feel self-conscious about her body – in fact, it was the exact opposite – but she still couldn’t help but feel so. She knew he was attracted to her in every way. But did he like her better when she looked more put together, more sophisticated, like the other wives and girlfriends? Did he like her better with her new hair, the makeup, the nice shoes and designer bags? He’d always compliment on how good a pair of jeans fit her, or how her boobs looked in a top. If she went back to the basic tops and pants, and outfits that she wore only weeks ago, would he still be attracted to her? Could she still be with him? Could she still be comfortable with him, knowing how much he seemed to love her new look? Would he be comfortable with her going back to that look? Or would he be embarrassed?

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping her hair in a towel before throwing on one of his bathrobes. When she emerged, all the steam from the hot water escaping with her, she found Morgan still on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked over at her and gave her a smile. Her shower thoughts were still on her mind as she gave him a small smile back, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. She felt him move so that he was on his knees behind her.

“I have a question for you,” he said in a low voice, placing a quick kiss on the exposed skin between the bathrobe and the towel wrapped around her head.

“No, we cannot skip Auston’s party,” she answered.

He let out a small chuckle. “No no, not that. Um, on January 21st the team has this big fundraiser at the Fairmont Royal York. It’s called the Night With Blue and White,” he explained. “It’s the biggest charity event we do. All the proceeds to go the MLSE Launchpad. It’s, like, $10,000 a table, and Rogers and all these other companies sponsor it.”

“And?”

“And it’s a gala event. And I’d like it if you can be there with me. So will you come?”

She couldn’t help but smile. His tone was so serious, so hesitant; as if he was worried she would say no. As if she’d say no. “Of course I’ll come. You want me there?”

“Of course I do,” he said gently, unwrapping the towel from her head to let her wet hair cascade down, giving her another kiss in the same spot between her shoulder and neck.

She thought about the event, how many rich and important people would be there mingling and donating obscene amounts of money for the cause. She thought about the glamour of it all, of all the women in high heels and expensive dresses, the men in dapper suits and pockets as deep as their company’s chequebook. She thought about the historic venue, the flashing lights, the catered food and the deluxe bar.

She thought about what she’d have to wear. How much she’d have to get done up. Going out to buy a fancy dress. Going to get her hair done.

“I already know you’re going to look so good that night,” he said, dragging his lips along the skin on her neck. “You’ll knock ‘em all dead.”

She hesitated, her thoughts giving her so much anxiety. “Morgan?”

“Mhm?”

“Do you like me more with all the nice clothes?”

Morgan stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe she could be thinking something like that, so…so untrue, so incorrect and so mistaken and so fallacious. His stomach was in knots as the words hung heavy in the air. He didn’t know how to express his thoughts. Words were a foreign concept to him. “Briony…I…what?”

“You know what, it’s alright,” she said hurriedly. “Forget I asked. Forget it.”

He wasn’t going to let this one go. There was no fucking way he was going to let this one go. “No no no, hold on,” he said, practically jumping off the bed to kneel in front of her. She wouldn’t even look at him. “Briony. Look at me.”

“No. Just forget it.”

“Briony,” he said sternly. Her eyes met his and they were already welling up with tears – he didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or sadness or whatever else. “What do you mean ‘Do you like me more with all nice clothes’?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Have I not been showing you enough how much I love your body?” he asked.

She shook her head vehemently. “It’s not that. I know that you love my body.”

“Then what is it?”

“ Do you only love my body when it has nice clothes on it?”

“Briony, no,” he said firmly, the whole concept completely absurd to him.

“Because I’ve noticed…I don’t know. You haven’t been able to keep your hands off me since I got all the nice stuff. And I’m not complaining about you not being able to keep your hands off me, because you know I would never complain about that, but I can’t help but feel like ever since I started dressing nicer there’s been this…change.”

“What change?”

“That you’re, like…” she was scared to say the next part. But she knew that if she didn’t get it off her chest it would be on her mind forever. She didn’t want to start the New Year with these types of thoughts. “You’re more attracted to me because I look better now. Because I don’t look so cheap and so poor and this is some sort of new Briony that doesn’t look like the old Briony and you like the new Briony much better, even though the old Briony, like, the character of Briony, is still the same despite all the designer clothes.”

He felt sick to his stomach that she was feeling this way and hadn’t told him up until now. Absolutely sick to his fucking stomach. “Briony, it’s not like that at all,” he stressed. “To me, there’s no old Briony and new Briony. There’s just Briony. I don’t…I…there’s no distinction to me. You’re the same Briony but with new clothes. But those new clothes don’t matter. I don’t care if you wear head to toe Gucci or not. You can wear a burlap sac for all I care. I’d still…I’d never, never --”

“You’re always saying how good I look, how good my boobs or my butt looks, and it’s nice, but I don’t know if --”

“I say those things because I want you to feel confident about yourself!” he exclaimed. “I know you’re still getting used to all this. I just want you to feel comfortable after you felt so violated from the break and enter. I can’t believe you would feel like this and not tell me. Bumblebee, I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care. That’s not important to me,” he was so desperate to get his point across he was almost on the verge of tears.

She sniffled, holding back any more tears she had as much as possible. “You don’t?”

“No, Briony. No. God,” he muttered under his breath. “Briony, you have no idea. You have no idea how much I feel like the luckiest guy in the room by just standing beside you.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay…okay…”

“The only thing I care about is you feeling good about yourself, and it doesn’t matter what you wear to make you feel that way” he said. “And if there’s anything that I can do to help with that, you need to tell me, because I’d rather fucking die than make you feel uncomfortable or have you think I only like you when you look a certain way.”

She nodded her head. She understood now. She got it. “Okay,” she said softly, nodding her head.

“Briony, I’m serious. You need to tell me these things. I don’t like that you think I’m only attracted to you because of the clothes on your body. That cannot be further from the truth,” he said.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Just…talk to me, okay? Don’t bottle this stuff in. There are a million things that are loveable about you and none of them have to do with the way you look.”

“I won’t. I’m sorry. I won’t.”

He learned forward and wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t want to let go. He couldn’t let go. Not until she felt what he had just been trying to tell her; not until she knew he meant every word of what he just said, and would keep saying it to her until she knew he meant it.

***

“You guys are late,” Auston said as Morgan and Briony walked through his door. He was already, maybe, a little bit drunk, but he was in the privacy of his own home so he really didn’t care.

“Is it past midnight?” Morgan asked.

“No.”

“Then we’re not late,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Wow.”

“We had an emergency with the cupcakes,” Briony lied, holding them up for Auston to see.

“Cupcakes? You made cupcakes?”

“Only for you, Auston,” she winked, showing him the intricately decorated confectionery.

His eyes went wide as he admired the icing and decoration. He looked at Briony like she had just presented him with a golden compass. “Are you sure you don’t have a sister I can hook up with? Are you positive?”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t let her date you,” she took the cupcakes away from him.

“That hurts.”

Before Bee could respond, a loud ‘Auston!’ was heard from somewhere inside the condo, and Morgan, Bee, and Auston watched as a blonde girl waved at him, motioning for him to come back to his dining room table, where he had set up beer pong. Bee couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sure you’ll get over it soon.”

As Auston went back to his lady friend, Bee and Morgan made their way into the apartment, finding Fred, Tyler, Zach and Alannah, and John and Aryne. Travis Dermott and his girlfriend brought her friends, Kasperi Kapanen was with a lady friend who happened to bring her friends, and Mitch Marner and Steph were there, surrounded by a few of her friends. Overall, it was a pretty full party, and Bee immediately found comfort and solace with Aryne and Alannah.

“Giiiiirl! That bag looks so good,” Aryne hugged her tightly, grabbing the Chanel bag in both hands. “I should have gotten one for myself.”

“You can’t. This is Bee’s bag now,” Alannah laughed as she moved to hug Bee as well. “How’ve you been? How’s the new place?”

“Oh, it’s great,” Bee smiled. “Views are amazing, building’s amazing…I mean compared to what I had, this place is off the charts.”

“I know you’re busy trying to find a job, but we should all have a girl’s night soon,” Alannah suggested. “I can bring over a stack of wedding magazines. Lord knows I need to start making some choices.”

“Don’t say that too loud,” Aryne rolled her eyes a bit, discreetly nodding over to the sexy, longhaired bleach blonde standing next to Kasperi who was sipping on a tallboy. She was very, very attractive, and Bee could understand why she was Kasperi’s current flavour. “Cassidy might overhear and invite herself.”

“Are we…are we not…” Bee was a bit confused.

“She’s been on her phone more than she’s talked to Kappy tonight,” Alannah said. “She pretended to act dumb but she definitely knows who everybody in this room is. I don’t get a good vibe from her.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Bee asked. “Knowing everybody here, I mean? Wouldn’t you rather have it that way?”

“Not the way that she knows everybody,” Aryne said. “You know how you know everybody as just, like, Zach or John or Fred or whatever? You don’t care? She knows and sees people as Zach Hyman of the Toronto Maple Leafs, John Tavares of the Toronto Maple Leafs, Frederik Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs,” she explained. “It’s all about status to her. She knows she’s at a party at Auston Matthews’s apartment with a bunch of Leafs players. She’s probably putting it all over her Snapchat or Instagram stories, pretending to be discreet about it, but really showing off where she is and who she’s with. Girls like that are all the same.”

“Fame hungry?” Bee clarified.

“Exactly. Just waiting for someone to pick up on it and start talking about them so their name gets out there. I bet she’s an Instagram model or has her own YouTube channel where she models bikinis she gets sent from FashionNova. They’re all the same.”

“Aryne!” Alannah giggled. “Tell me what’s really on your mind why don’t you!”

“Listen. My New Year’s resolution is to try to be less judgemental as a whole but for girls like that, I can’t help it,” Aryne giggled slightly. “They’re so transparent it’s almost comical. And it’s always the young guys who fall for them.”

“Anyways,” Alannah put an end to the conversation with just one word. She didn’t want to be talking about girlfriends of the month the whole night. “Has Morgan told you about the Night with Blue and White?” she asked.

Bee blushed. “Uh, yeah. He actually asked me tonight.”

“And you’re coming?” Aryne asked. Bee nodded her head. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Aryne squealed loudly. “Oh my God this is gonna be so fun! We’re going to need to go shopping for dresses! And shoes!”

“It’s honestly such a fun night,” Alannah smiled. “We’re going to have a blast. You get to meet so many people. It’ll actually be so good for you considering you’re on the job hunt.”

Bee hadn’t even considered that. She hadn’t considered that it could be a great opportunity for her, rather than just some event put on by the Leafs that she would accompany Morgan to. She never considered that she would be mingling with people who could hire her. Now she really wanted to go. Of course she’d be there primarily to support Morgan, but it didn’t hurt that she’d be able to try and land a job interview. “That’s actually a great point…” she said.

“I’m a smart girl,” Alannah winked.

***

“Somebody get the champagne ready!”

“Pour it out! Pour it out!”

“Save some to pop!”

Morgan was drunk. The smiley kind of drunk. The kind of drunk where all he wanted to do was put his hands on Bee’s ass and keep them there. But he still had some semblance of a conscience – he knew that in public spaces that was frowned upon, especially in front of friends, so he tried his hardest to rid the thoughts from his mind as some more sober members of the group (Zach, Fred) poured the champagne into plastic flutes for the entire party.

It was a little over five minutes until the countdown, and everybody was getting excited. Morgan couldn’t remember how much alcohol he drank. It was a lot. What he could remember was talking to Zach about how much he liked Bee, how he wanted to take her back home to Vancouver so bad, how he loved the smell of her hair and waking up with his face buried in it in the morning. Zach could only laugh, as he was the sober one being designated driver, and he kept commenting how bad Morgan had it for her, and Morgan could only nod and drink more beer and talk more about how much he liked her before he moved on to Fred and told him the exact same thing. Now, with the countdown soon approaching, everybody began to pair up with their significant others.

“Mo gets his own bottle of champagne!” Auston yelled, handing him a bottle, to which everybody cheered at. Morgan took the bottle, noticing the cork was already half out. He didn’t want to hold on to it without holding on to Bee. He looked around the room for her.

Bee was standing next to Aryne, who was smoothing down her husband’s shirt, looking down at her phone. She hadn’t noticed Morgan looking for her because she was too busy reading a barrage of messages that had made their way to her Instagram inbox.

lmao i bet morgan bought u that chanel bag. doesn’t that mean he’s ur sugar daddy??? ur pathetic

now u think ur hot shit always wearing that chanel bag everywhere

You wear that Chanel bag everywhere now bc you want everyone to know Morgan bought it for you. You reek of desperation. Don’t think we didn’t know it was you in Sephora just bc the pic was blurry.

don’t think we don’t see u in cassidy’s videos from the party. ur prob begging her to include u. ur literally so desperate its insane

no clue what morgan sees in you. you’re not as pretty as any of the other wags and you don’t fit in either. you prob won’t last long.

Yet again ur at a party w the leafs but decide not to post pics or videos, making other ppl like kappy’s girl post them with u in them. Ur not very smart r u? the game ur playing is dumb.

Bee felt an arm wrap around her shoulders, and looked up to see Morgan, a drunken grin plastered on his face. He was clutching an entire bottle of champagne. She locked her phone screen immediately. She knew just by looking at him that he was too drunk to read, but she didn’t want to take the chance of him seeing the messages. “Hello, stranger,” she smiled.

“Hey sexy,” he tried to wink, but just ended up blinking really hard. She snorted at his attempt. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“How drunk are you?” she asked.

“I’m…” he couldn’t find the right words. “I’m right on it. Right on the line.”

“And why do you have an entire bottle of champagne?”

“Matts wanted me to have it,” he said, bringing it up to her lips, pretending to pour it. “For the countdown. Are you gonna countdown with me?”

“Of course I am,” she smiled.

As they made their way near the front of the TV, which was showing the live broadcast from Nathan Phillips Square in downtown Toronto – 90 seconds to go! – Morgan’s arm was still draped around Bee’s shoulders. Bee wrapped an arm around his waist to try and steady his drunken rocking form side to side. When she did so, he bent his head down to kiss her temple. “I know I’m piss drunk right now but can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” she said quietly.

Thirty! Twenty-nine! Twenty-eight!

“Every fuckin’ day I thank my lucky stars that someone sent a drink to your table pretending to be me,” he mumbled. The hair on the back of Bee’s neck stood on end. “Every. Fuckin’. Day. Like, you don’t even understand Briony. Everyday.”

It was at that moment that Bee realized that it didn’t matter what anonymous messages she received, what they had to say, or how they said things about her. What mattered – besides her privacy, her integrity, and her humility – was that Morgan was standing next to her, arm draped around her, bottle of champagne in his hand. It didn’t matter that they thought she was fat, that they thought she was tacky, an attention-seeker, desperate, didn’t fit in, whatever else – what mattered was that she was with Morgan. They weren’t. As petty as that sounded, it was her standing next to him, her who shared a bed with him, her who he called before every game.

Ten! Nine! Eight!

It was her who got to kiss him at midnight.

Seven! Six! Five!

“I thank my lucky stars you sent a drink to my table,” she smiled. This would be their ongoing joke; her saying he sent a mojito to her table, him maintaining it wasn’t him and that she got pranked. She’d never let him live it down.

Four! Three! Two! One!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” the entire party yelled in unison, and Morgan took the opportunity to wrap Bee further into his body with the arm that was around her shoulders before he bent his neck to place a giant kiss on her lips. She reciprocated until she felt him start to shake the champagne bottle. She pulled away so he could pop it quickly, causing another cheer from the crowd before he brought the oozing fizz to his lips. Ever the gentleman, he gave Bee a swig before kissing her again, both of them tasting like champagne. They kissed for much longer this time, Morgan not willing to pull away, and Bee not willing to deny him, even in his drunken state, even though she was sure all the other couples had stopped.

When they finally did pull away, Bee looked around quickly to see some other couples. John was cradling Aryne’s baby bump, and Bee thought she was going to cry right then and there; Zach was still macking on Alannah, who didn’t seem to mind; and Cassidy, right beside them, was recording Kappy making a smoochie face against hers. It was all very cute.

“You want s’more champagne?” Morgan asked.

Bee shook her head. She brought her hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her again.

***

Morgan sobered up a bit by the time they decided to call it a night. He stuck to water and was well enough to walk on his own by 2am. Bee had watched over him like a hawk, making sure he was drinking glass after glass of water. She wasn’t exactly capable of hauling a 200+ pound hockey player home.

Although the party had died down significantly – John and Aryne had left not long after the countdown, as had some others – there were still people hanging about. Auston was plastered. Fred and Tyler were sleeping over, thankfully, and Fred had already begun the clean up, like the responsible adult he was.

“We should say goodbye to Auston, at least,” Morgan said when he finished slipping on his shoes. Bee nodded her head and they wandered through his apartment hand in hand to find him.

It didn’t take long. The second Bee saw Auston, she snorted out in laughter. He had her homemade cupcakes in front of him, one in his hand, and he was completely going to town on it. Completely going to town. There was icing all over his face, all over his nose, and he opened his jaw as much as possible to get the entire height of the cupcake and all the icing in his mouth at once. It was hilarious. He looked like a kid.

She took out her phone and took a few pictures of him, and he didn’t even notice. She even took the opportunity to take a video. After he finished the cupcake, he didn’t even hesitate to grab another one and peel off the wrapping paper. The video was shaking for how hard she was laughing. “You having a good time there, Matts?” Bee asked. He looked absolutely ridiculous.

When he noticed them, he didn’t even care. He took a massive bite out of the cupcake, getting more icing all over his face and nose. “Bee…fuck,” he moaned.

“That your new girl Matts?” Morgan joked. Auston nodded his head. Morgan snorted. At that point, she ended the video, knowing she had good blackmail against him now. Auston was completely gone. “Night buddy. Don’t forget to wrap it up if you’re gona eat her. Things can get out of hand easily.”

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Submitted by @lotuslol:

Hi Feyna! How are you? I hope you are doing nice! 😊

Reading your miraculous au made me look forward to seeing 2 things out of your stories

1. Villain Marianne. (Sounds like a very fancy villain )

2. Dorky Mathew. (Which will be too cute)

Just wanted to tell you. :)

It also made me interested in how you view the dynamic of Russia’s family in terms of canon and au.

I don’t want to tire you on writing them 😅

I’m just saying that I’m looking forward to your ideas on this family whenever you feel like writing them 😀 because it looks like you have some ideas on them (more than the ones you already shared with us.)

Hope you had an awesome day!

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Thank you so much for this sweet message, and your interest is very appreciated! 😍

I also have to admit that I have no real plans to ever write that fic, though… 😅 It was just a bit of brainstorming. The truth is, I have never watched Miraculous Ladybug so my knowledge about it is very limited, I would have to watch it for real before writing a fic. And I really don’t have time for that. Still glad you enjoyed the idea, though! And I can certainly talk a bit more about the points you mentioned.

1) Marianne certainly is a fancy villain, haha. I enjoy toying with her. I don’t know if I have already mentioned this, but in my head, I have two different concepts of Nyo!France: Marianne and Francine. While Francine is basically a female version of Francis, with a personality very similar to his own (and his colour scheme, too – ash blonde hair and periwinkle blue eyes), Marianne is based on the comments Himaruya made on his Nyo design – that was supposed to be snobbier than Francis. (And she also has light golden brown hair and lilac eyes, instead.) There wasn’t much more said, but I built her personality from there. She does share some characteristics with Francis, but she’s snobbier, more capricious, and also egocentric to the point of narcissism. Everything she does is self-serving – even loving other people. She does care for others other than herself and is even very protective (or even borderline possessive) of those people she’s fond of, but she is always at the centre of her world and treats everybody else like props, basically. With the people she loves, she doesn’t consider their wishes/needs but tries to shape them to fulfil the role she wants for them. She doesn’t even realize it’s bad, in part.

Now, all this doesn’t necessarily make her a villain. She could also, with time, learn to curb a bit her egocentrism and become more mature. This part of her personality wouldn’t vanish, but she would learn to control it and instead boost her protective side into becoming compassionate and supportive instead of controlling. It could go either way, depending on her life experience. For example, I have already used this figure of Marianne (as Francis’s mother) in both Chrysalis and AKGtBaBB/BtBP, and while she wouldn’t win a mother-of-the-year (or person-of-the-year in general) award any time soon, she isn’t such an awful person, either.

I also do think she’s the kind of person who could turn into a proper ‘villain’ if the right conditions are met, however. And this is what happens into that MLB AU. She finds a lot of power in her hands – more than she can handle – and lets it go over her head. Moreover, her relationship with Arthur doesn’t help. She got him completely wrapped around her finger so he doesn’t question her behaviour or her motivations, he only supports her – while, to grow into a better person, Marianne would need somebody opposing her and calling out her actions.

2) Dorky Matthew is adorable, haha. I mean, he’s a dork in canon, too, but this is overshadowed and hindered by his being so shy and insecure. But behind a mask and being a superhero? The effect would be destructive, haha. On one hand, he feels freer to express himself since nobody knows who he is. (Which, as a 14/15-year-old and an anime fan, means a quite embarrassing behaviour, haha. Corny lines, poses, and all that.) Then, there’s the fact he feels like he has to show his opponents he doesn’t fear them. (To show they won’t win and break his spirit, basically. And to be supportive of Ladybug, too, whom he does realize doubts of herself, at times. So, he has to be a rock for her, too.) And what’s better than laughing in their face instead of being intimidated? …This is where all the puns come from. He really doesn’t realize he tends to go a bit overboard and look like he isn’t taking things seriously instead of simply confident, lol.

3) About Natalya… to be honest, I just used her to fill that role because I was told Kagami is some sort of ice queen who, over time, starts loosening up and trying make friends. And I thought Natalya could be a good fit for a similar role. The rest of her family… Ivan is a businessman. A ruthless one, who looks after his family and provides for them but doesn’t hesitate to destroy people who are in his way. (He doesn’t resort to illegal activities, but he certainly isn’t compassionate or open to compromises.) Family is everything for him, and doing well in his business – no matter what happens to others – is the best way to ensure their well-being.

Iryna cares a lot for family, too, but in a different way. She’s sweet, compassionate, and believes in caring about people emotional well-being before the economic one. She never had what would be conventionally called ‘big ambitions’ – she wanted a normal job and to take care of her family first. She never focused too much on her career, she even stopped working once she got pregnant with Natalya – she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom for the first years of her daughter’s life. Her husband’s salary would have granted them a comfortable life. But her husband died, and Iryna would have been in a very tight spot if it hadn’t been for Ivan, who basically took her and Natalya in. Now, Iryna works for Ivan as some sort of personal assistant – she knows she can’t change his ways and grim outlook on life, but she wants to lighten his workload a bit, if she can.

But Natalya (who is still very young, too) has never understood this. Growing up, while she has always loved her mother, she got to almost despise Iryna’s lifestyle. Natalya sees her as a person without ambitions, since she’s just working for Ivan and not trying to make a name for herself. She doesn’t understand that for Iryna, the job isn’t a priority – her priority is her family. Iryna’s happy doing whatever as long as it grants her family a comfortable life – and, more importantly, it leaves her some spare time to spend with the people she loves. This is her most important goal. So, she’d still rather earn less than have to sacrifice the time spent with her family for it. Natalya is still too young to see this as worthwhile. All she sees is that her mother didn’t have a prestigious job and, without Ivan, she would have been in a very tough spot after her husband’s death. Natalya doesn’t want that to happen to her – she wants to be like her Uncle Ivan, instead. With a job so prestigious that it will always make her able to provide for herself and her family, no matter what happens. (And she kind of hero-worships her uncle, too – seeing him always so confident and determined, never backing off from everything. She wants to become just like him.) So, she tries to imitate his work ethics and general outlook – and doesn’t indulge in social interactions because they’re useless and a distraction, unless they are with selected people who could give her something back. Being lonely is inconsequential – the price to pay to be at the top. She doesn’t really need anybody but her family. (Or so she tries to convince herself, at least… Also because by now, even if she starts having the wish/impulse to interact with other teens around her age, she’s clueless as to how to do it because she never worked on her social interactions skills. She ends up feeling awkward and self-conscious, not in control of the situation as, for once, she can’t tell what the ‘right way’ to behave is. For somebody as used to excellence and perfection as she is, it’s very uncomfortable and hard to overcome.)

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Well, this was quite a bit of rambling. 😅 I hope it can all make sense! I really haven’t fleshed out this story, after all, it was just some random ideas. Anyways, thanks for listening! 💖

Stay awesome 😘

#hetalia #aph canada #aph france #nyo france #aph belarus #aph russia #aph ukraine #fic idea #miraculous ladybug au #submission #lotuslol #feyna answers #thanks for stopping by!

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ayakashiramblings · 5 years

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ABC NSFW Headcanons: Aoi

In celebration of Aoi being released, here we are, coming for him! … Wait… no… Also, I am going to age him up to 18 years old because again, that’s the legal age in Japan. Finally, ignore the ‘Location’ part.

A - ‘Aftercare’ (What they’re like after sex)

Boys, meet your king and take some notes from the student, y’all.

Wipes you down and helps you shower, keeps you hydrated and even wraps you up in a burrito of blankets.

He does ask ‘How was it?’ because I have a feeling you are his first so he isn’t experienced but would let you set the pace.

B - ‘Body’ (Body Part of Yours he Loves)

Aoi is the kind to worship you.

But let’s be honest. You’re his first woman.

He will HAVE to go for the boobs.

It doesn’t help they are the only things stopping him from being completely consumed in your heart.

Tease him with them and he will lose it.

C - ‘Cum’ (How does his cum taste like/look like)

He is not even 20 yet but the poor boy is overworked.

So when he gets a release, it will be in HUGE amounts, albeit not in a complete one-shot and in gradual intervals.

The good news is that he probably cooks for himself so knows to eat his veggies.

Moreover, he doesn’t consume alcohol which would have affected the taste/amount of the semen.

He did indicate a slight interest in Ramune bottles though so I don’t think it’s going to be THE perfect taste.

Definitely in the top 2 though; slightly sweet with a tangy after-taste.

D - ‘Dirty Secret’ (DUH)

Has always wanted to paint… on your body.

It could be of anything, some sensuous flower, fierce animal or your favourite quote from a good book, he just wants to mark you in every way possible.

So why not his own art?

E - ‘Experience’ (Does he know what he is doing?)

One word.

Student.

He’s probably blushing like mad even after trying to discreetly read the books he loaned from Ginnojo…

Which lead to an awkward study-buddy kind of thing as they debated between themselves on how certain positions were even possible.

Both failed the theoretical but at least Aoi will get practical points later...

F - ‘Favorite Position’ (Again, duh)

He wouldn’t know much in the beginning but after a bit of experimentation, he settles for...

Coital Alignment Technique.

That technically was only defined in 1988 BUT that is not the point.

The giver lies above the receiver, moving up until his erection is pointing “down,” the dorsal side of the penis pressing against the clitoris as he penetrates.

Essentially, it’s like the Missionary but adjusted so not only can he bring you closer to a good orgasm, he gets to see each and every one of your expressions and be exposed to the pulse near your collar bones.

G - ‘Goofy’ (Serious or humorous?)

I know some might think he is all for serious lovemaking due to his stringent nature but I disagree.

He and MC seem more in-tune with each other than the rest of the team, and he is more empathetic and considers her needs and likes, without basing it on societal values or whatever norms.

If there is a funny moment or this is part of cheering MC up, he is more than willing to pull out a joke.

Sure, he might be dying from sheer mortification if you laugh too hard but your smile is enough for him to forget about it and laugh along and learn from it.

H- ‘Hair under THERE’ (Pubic Hair Treatment, does the carpet match the shades?)

He’s a clean-freak, he’s good with his hands, what do you mean he doesn’t manscape???

Pry this thought out of my cold, roaming hands.

And yes, it’s the same shade, if not slightly lighter.

I- ‘Intimacy’ (How they are doing the moment, romantic aspects)

This one depends on several factors honestly.

If he actually overcomes his fear of peering into people’s emotions, he might want to feel the warm embrace of your heart (with your consent, of course).

He does get embarrassed and may cover up any cute gestures with abrasive words but nothing will stop him from letting you know how much he appreciates you... even if you may or may not need a Tsundere-translator in the midst of it all.

At least he nails the whole atmosphere, making it nice and soft just to be in each other’s embrace.

J- ‘Jack Off’ (Masturbation)

Before MC? Hell no.

Dude only works himself up to a frenzy over dirty dishes and broken paintbrushes.

Meeting MC? Starts aggressively chopping anything in sight and taking out his frustrations in the cooking.

He then realizes the ingredients are getting more pounding moments than he has and starts to relieve himself when he is absolutely sure no one is around to stumble into his room.

Poor boy doesn’t know where to start though and it is only when he imagines his hands being yours does he get anywhere.

K- ‘Kink’ (One or two of his kinks)

I think I have said this before but unwrapping you like a present is a gift in itself.

Ribbons, ribbons, oh so pretty...

Look me in the eye and tell me that tugging on his long, luscious locks doesn’t get him off.

Consent. No, but seriously, him being constantly reassured that you want this as much as he does just encourages him to explore more.

L- ‘Location’ (Favourite places to do the do)

On Oji’s bed so that the old man can’t sleep anymore on that mattress.

Ok, but really, he would love it in either of your bedrooms so that HE can take care of cleaning up the mess and no one else.

Anywhere is fine, the wall, the bed, the floor. Just let him have access to some cleaning supplies.

M- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything about you being happy.

Heck, you could be smiling over some random 2D dude getting his route released in a few hours in some manga and he would be hiding a raging boner.

Did I mention ribbons? If not, then ribbons.

N- ‘No.’ (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Whatever it is, no foodplay. How dare you waste food made from ingredients Oji-san FINALLY remembered?!

No threesomes either because he is always worried you might get Kuya involved...

O- ‘Oral’ (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is a GREAT giver.

Not only that, HE ACTUALLY KNOWS NOT TO JUST FLICK IT.

Ginnojo, does your bookshop have some hidden Sex Bible or something?

Firm, repetitive rolls before sucking on the engorged clit, all the while letting his one free hand grab onto some other erogenous zone of yours.

Initially, super reluctant to receive because “MC! It-it-it down there?!”

A bit self-conscious about the taste and if you can actually breathe.

Until you start to let your tongue wander over the whole of his length.

Now, he likes to give and receive.

P- ‘Pace’ (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He’s going for a marathon session whenever possible.

He loves lengthy lovemaking where all his senses are aroused.

That means sexy music and lots of foreplay to get a stimulating hour (or two).

Q- ‘Quickie’ (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He would LOVE it ONLY if you made a feisty quickie at work.

Rip off his clothes, and go at it as soon as he walks through the door.

That I-need-you-now approach boosts his confidence and his lust.

R- ‘Risk’ (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Honestly, only if you suggest it.

And he has ensured that it will not jeopardize your safety.

And that it is technically physically possible, he has all the equipment...

Essentially, as long as both of you are prepared, he is more than willing to.

S - ‘Stamina’ (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The first few times is a soft ‘2’ because he doesn’t know his own reactions (yet).

However, he quickly learns how to control yours and his release.

Suddenly, he wants to go at it like rabbits over long durations.

Seriously contemplates making a schedule.

T - ‘Toy’ (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If you wanted to try one, he will... struggle to buy them.

So he isn’t so keen on them.

Also because he prefers learning your body’s natural responses to his touches and not through some plastic equipment that is...

Wait, why is it rotating?

Is it another wand?

U - ‘Unfair’ (how much they like to tease)

In the initial stages? You are the Queen of teasing this poor fool.

But remember, he can get his revenge as a Seer.

Basically, you are going to regret it MUCH, MUCH later.

... Provided he gets either drunk enough to say it or you two are like maybe, 1 month into the relationship.

V - ‘Volume’ (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is more into heavy panting, and airy, hot breaths.

Because he wants to focus on your moans and is a bit self-conscious.

But occasionally, rough grunts overlap with your sounds, especially the closer the two of you become.

W - ‘Wildcard’ (Random Headcanon)

You and his first time will make him extremely worried about hurting you, even if you aren’t a virgin.

Because one good/bad thing about his appearance is that sometimes girls randomly chat to ‘her’ about their lives… including very, very, very bad sex.

Until you make him discover the joys of voyeur vision.

Slowly undressing for him, and then starting to pleasure yourself.

The sight had made him weak in the knees, and he had quickly joined in to learn the ropes.

Oh boy, he is a great student. :D

X - ‘X-ray’ (How is the package?)

Hidden in loose boxers (to hide any reaction to certain actions of yours)

I’m going to be honest, he is probably just average in terms of length.

BUT GREAT GIRTH.

Even better that his glans is nearly the same size as his width.

A bit curved towards the stomach, with some prominent veins.

Y - ‘Yearning’ (How high is his sex drive?’)

High. Super high.

This is going to be first and hopefully the only partner.

He wants to ravish you at least 3 times a week.

A bit interesting it falls on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Z - ‘Zzzz…’ (How fast do they fall asleep?)

Initially, it takes him a good half-an-hour because he is so busy tending to you until you get him to relax with pillow talks.

Soon though, he likes to cuddle with you before hitting the hay.

#ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi: romance reborn #ayakashirr #ayakashi rr #ayakashi aoi #voltage inc #voltage headcanon

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hakuoki-dreams · 5 years

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I seriously love your blog and always get super excited when I see you've posted something new! Anyway! I've realized that I am as tall/taller than most of the Shinsengumi members, and I'm wondering what they'd think about an SO that's you know... taller or as tall as them. What do you think? Love love love your blog, your hcs and your writing and can't wait to read more from you!

Thanks so much @inquisitorwinchester! This is such a fun request!! I’ve been wanting to write some HCs about this for a while now--we can’t all be Chizuru-sized (love u babe but damn girl u tiny) So here we go, for a random handful of the romanceable guys:

Toshi-

Will be really attracted to the confident way you carry yourself because of your height

If you’re also the type to be independent and do things for yourself, that combination would make him pretty weak

Finds it harder to boss you around when you can stare him down from the same level, which is quite enjoyable for you to watch him come to grips with

He’s usually pretty hands-off and professional with you in public, but will slip an arm around your waist now and then since you’re the perfect height for it

Sanosuke-

It’s definitely all an adjustment at first. He’s used to dating women who are at least a head shorter

Will realize his signature head-pat move doesn’t work as well when the girl’s almost at eye level

Kissing is finally comfortable for him though; he doesn’t have to bend down super far to reach you, which is sort of amazing and a new feeling for him

He’s very much a leg man, so even on a superficial level he certainly could appreciate being with a tall woman

You two also bond over being above average height for your respective genders, swapping stories about the difficulties of finding clothes that fit right and being expected to do the tall-person chores

He loves the thought of settling down with you and imagines with pride how tall all your kids will be

Shinpachi-

It really throws him off in the beginning

He used to think he didn’t really have a type, until he fell for you and realized he’d always gone for petite girls in the past

It makes him uneasy that you’re close to his level, because it means he can’t hide his expression as easily when he gets nervous or embarrassed around you

Still, he really enjoys that you’re tall enough to be a physical match for him

He’s super proud of his physique but tends to be overly conscious of the size difference between him and most girls, not wanting to come on literally too strong with anything

The fact that you’re taller lets him hold back less when you’re kissing or fooling around

Hajime-

He’s not a tall guy, so he’ll be fairly used to running into women who are near his height

Will appreciate that it puts you at perfect hand-holding levels with each other

Sometimes leans his head on your shoulder when he’s tired or feeling affectionate

Might seriously suggest on more than one occasion that you should consider taking up some kind of martial arts or kendo training, since you have a good build for it

It’s the highest of compliments coming from him

Keisuke-

It’s not really something that’s on his radar

He’ll definitely take note of how tall you are, but he won’t treat you differently or feel a certain way toward you because of it

Does like that you can sit and talk to each other eye-to-eye; it’s a little thing, but it makes him happy

Will sometimes ask you to fetch things for him from high-up places and then chuckle to himself at his own dorky joke

Souji-

He’s more into it than he wants to own up to

It’s part of why he gives you such a hard time about that particular feature of yours, poking some fun at your long arms and legs

When you’ve got him at your mercy with enough kisses and affection, he’ll reluctantly admit that it’s not so bad

Likes the way your bodies line up easily during cuddles and sex

Has a running joke that he misses seeing the top of your head and will sometimes pull you down with an arm around your shoulder so he can put a kiss there

Heisuke-

He’d be lying if he said he was 100% secure with his size. But he’s basically come to terms with it by now, thanks to many years of maturing and personal growth

Realizing he has feelings for a girl who’s taller than him might undo that a bit

Inwardly will curse his luck

At first, things like you putting your arm around his shoulders instead of the other way around will make him really chagrined, though he’ll do his best to keep it together in front of you and especially the other captains

He’ll definitely feel a need to prove his manliness to you, even more so than usual

Heisuke’s already the first one to dive into a dangerous situation, but once you’re together it reaches a whole new level

It’s not just recklessness on his part. He’s used to being underestimated by other guys, and part of him will wonder whether you have the opposite problem--that people assume you can take care of yourself because you’re tall and imposing for a girl

He definitely won’t make the same assumptions and in fact will work even harder to protect you, to show how much he cares for you

Susumu-

Thinks it’s pretty hot actually

Like Toshi, he appreciates how confident and self-assured you come off as because of your height

He’s mature enough that it wouldn’t really bother him if you were slightly taller than he is, except in the moments when he’d have to lean up a bit to kiss you

Really into your long legs, and though he’s shy about admitting it out loud, it’s super obvious to you

He’s also a fast walker and used to getting places efficiently when he’s on duty, so the fact that you can keep up with his pace without even trying is a nice bonus

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zombiejette · 5 years

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RadioDust HCs:

ok kids. bc i have no chill yet no desire to clean these ramblings up into an actual fic, have some of my extremely self-indulgent hcs for this ship. this is gonna get long-winded and wild, so strap tf in.

General HCs:

Alastor is gray or demisexual. Meaning he is generally sex-repulsed until he becomes incredibly close to someone. This is pretty much my standard HC across the board for him, especially when I’m trying to ship him with Angel cuz lord knows there needs to be a middle ground between their sexual natures somewhere lol

Even after falling for someone, he still is fairly indifferent to sex, but he does enjoy eliciting reactions, especially from someone he knows well. And in the rare event that he cares for another, he does genuinely want to bring them pleasure. Therefore he sees sex more as an extension of this and is willing to participate to make his partner happy/is interested in creating their reactions

Likes to know he’s the only one to rile them up as well, part of his power kink

Alastor also has no idea what these identity terms mean either: is a clueless murderous old man

Angel is a tad more Woke™, especially after being in Hell for a while

Having younger generations of demon friends helps with this: Cherri or Vaggie being the ones to usually clue him in to more modern concepts

Drives Angel up a gd wall when he attempts to explain a modern invention/slang/pop culture reference to Alastor, who only digs his heels in with Not Understanding it just to piss him off more

Alastor not only does understand, but saves this fact for the times when he really wants to impress/screw with Angel, or when the knowledge comes in handy

He’ll never forget the look on Angel’s face when he casually informed him that the deer selfie filter is actually super offensive to him and would you please be a ‘deer’ and cease using it on insta thank you now there’s a love

Angel is now super paranoid that Alastor will see all his social media interactions somehow, despite him NOT having any accounts anywhere

Does not stop him from posting nsfw selfies and tagging them with #alastor/radiodemon in the least

Anemia HCs:

ok so i read somewhere that angel was anemic on the hazbin wiki info, or something?? i don’t know if that was real or not but uh... i took it and ran with it, so now it’s my hc, and this whooooole thing turned itself into a multi-part mini fic, which is all under the cut. if you’re dying of radiodust thirst like me, pls enjoy this mess.

Part One:

Angel is indeed anemic, and the first time Alastor finds out is when he literally passes out into his arms like a bad ‘Gone with the Wind’ parody

At first Alastor was disgusted, thinking this was yet another stupid ploy to hit on him... until he realized Angel wasn’t speaking anymore

Something that never happens

He wasn’t expecting to care, let alone lift the spider the rest of the way into his arms, carrying him to Charlie so she can figure this out

One second, Angel was fainting on him, the next, Alastor found himself sitting by his bed, placing a cool cloth over his brow and waiting for Charlie to get back with supplies

Almost like something out of those novels Mother used to think she had so cleverly hidden away

Hmm

Somehow, that thought alone was not enough to make him leave, so there he dutifully remained

Even as Angel woke up, groggy, yet giving him maybe the smallest, softest smile he’d ever seen the demon make

”Al... you stayed...”

Well that was certainly something. The way it made his pulse race quicker and palms sweat under his gloves was definitely new. And apparently enough to keep him sticking around through Charlie’s fussing and prodding and Angel’s consequent refusal of said mothering

Until Alastor remembered that anemic means lack of iron

iron like from meat

meat like from animals

and animal meat was his specialty!

Without another word, he left for the kitchen, only to return with a giant steak dinner (clearly bullied out of the staff in a rush), complete with mashed potatoes and vegetables and a large glass of orange juice

Literally everything Angel never eats

He refused to leave until it was all eaten, sitting back in his chair and bribing Angel with the offer to tell him a story as he finished it

And so he does, weaving a vivid tale just like back in his radio star days, complete with voices and hand gestures

Never before had Angel and Charlie ever seen Alastor quite this engaged in something that wasn’t murder or chaos; instead spinning a yarn about a boy and his magical pig who helps him to find his lost twin sister

Angel is quite enraptured, naturally, having to be prompted to keep eating a couple times, and Charlie hangs back by the doorway, absolutely beside herself internally at what’s unfolding before her

Vaggie would no doubt try to convince her otherwise later, and she may just be a princess of hell, but she knows love when she sees it dammit!

Eventually, she can sense the story’s end coming near, and as much as she wants to hear it, she wants their story to begin more, so she quietly slips away and leaves them alone

The tale indeed ends and Angel swallows the last of the drink, both quiet a moment, looking at each other

“…. Where’d ya hear that one Al?”

“Hear it?”

“Ya know, where’d you get it from? Some old fairy tale book? A movie? It’s real good and I know Molly would love that it’s basically just like us, so if ya tell me where to find it I can-“

“Nowhere. I made it up.”

“You made that up!!? Just now!?”

a small chuckle “Yes, that is what storytellers do…”

“… For me?”

Alastor pauses at that, regarding him again

“I suppose… Yes, yes that one was just for you. About you, really… with some… embellishments,” he twirls a hand nonchalantly in the air before returning it to the other in his lap “Either way I’ve never told it to anyone before, if that’s what you’re after.”

And there’s that smile again, the one that Angel never wore before today, and the one that Alastor would find himself chasing every day since, whether he realizes it or not

Part Two:

The only downside to this is now Alastor will not leave Angel alone about his iron intake

Constantly asking him if he’s had anything substantial today, pushing juices and vitamins and most of all meat onto him, sometimes holding him hostage to watch him eat it

Angel would be flattered if it didn’t interfere with his drug and alcohol habit so much

“Al, geez let up wouldya!? I’m already in Hell, why do I gotta be HELLthy too huh??” a smirk accompanied that, despite himself

the radio demon sighs “As much as I appreciate a well-timed pun, I must insist” he taps where Angel’s nose would be on a normal face “I’m already well aware that you’ll never be ‘healthy’, but I’d take conscious as a consolation prize.”

“Really?? YOU prefer me conscious??”

“Don’t flatter yourself-” he scoffed faintly “I have a hotel to endorse, and you are it’s prized resident, my opinions on the matter non-withstanding. I can’t very well have the famed Angel Dust dropping like a fly at a moment’s notice over such a small thing as malnutrition. What kind of operation would this look like if we couldn’t at least keep on top of something as simple as anemia, hmm?”

For once, Angel had nothing to return fire with, since the last time someone gave him such a convincing speech about his well-being was his sister right before his death, and he really didn’t feel like putting anyone through that agony again

Not even Alastor

After that, Angel takes whatever food Al gives him in annoyed silence, but he still takes it

Though it’s getting harder and harder to remain annoyed when what Alastor gives him starts increasing in quality

At first it’s swiped energy bars or simply juice, but then progresses to sandwiches and fruit and deviled eggs and little spinach quiches and tortes and assortments of cheeses that can’t be easy to procure down here, even with Alastor’s influence

If you cornered him, Angel would never admit it, but he actually forgot how much he missed real food after being inebriated constantly, and Al’s little treats become the new highlight of his day

He’ll even stop using some of the harder drugs so he can better taste them

Charlie would never tell them for fear of the whole thing stopping on an embarrassed dime, but she’s so so proud of them both for this little secret transaction

Angel does start looking and acting better as a result, even though he still abuses alcohol and softer drugs and def keeps his sexual nature intact

But he’s less irritable and prone to lashing out, and his coloring is brighter and his hair sleeker

He also isn’t as tired as often and hasn’t fainted at all since the first time, just feeling overall stronger and more lucid

Which he can’t really complain about even though he wants to

Part Three:

The hotel even benefits from this, some small press circulating about Angel’s newfound constitution and attributing it to their work

In celebration, one night Alastor invites him to a proper dinner at one of Hell’s most famous fancy restaurants

One where the press could easily find them if they wanted

Angel knows this is just to show off his progress but doesn’t shy away from it- for once excited to eat out somewhere and not “eat out” if ya know what I mean

Besides, Alastor doesn’t seem that perturbed to be seen in public with him either, a rare development and not one to scoff at

They both dress up nicer than normal for it, making a big show as the hotel’s representatives, even walking in arm-in-arm

Angel is not immune to the certain type of looks they get as they arrive, and wonders if he should tell Al

Seeing the man with one of his more casual and less murderous smiles on as they take their seats convinces him not to

It would be a shame to get their outfits all bloody anyway

Especially since Angel decided to return to his drag look for the evening, complete with a new skintight velvet dress, feeling far fancier all dolled up than in any of his menswear

The glances Al gives him from time to time don’t hurt either, eyes noticeably lingering on his exaggerated chest fluff each time

Something Angel has no problem with, leaning forward and accentuating it more, resting his chin on a hand lightly to prop his figure up

Alastor orders for the both of them since he knows the place better, raving about their veal and venison dishes on the way over

Earlier in the year, this might have unnerved Angel more, knowing the demon’s penchant for savagery and carnage when it came to “hunting”, but now? He found it almost charming, that Al was so invested in the meat selection of Hell’s dining establishments that he even made his own ranking system for the best places to get each type of animal, who better prepared it according to cuisine, and how each cut measured up in quality

Angel took the liberty of perusing their liquor selection to create his own ranking system, just to be fair

Would be impolite to let Al do all the work on this date after all

….. wait…..

Date???

The fork clattering to the floor jarred Angel back to his senses, realizing his elbow had slipped abruptly from its perch at the very thought, almost in an allergic reaction to the word

Al only raised a controlled eyebrow at the flustered way Angel ducked down to retrieve it under the table skirt

Which is of course the very moment the paparazzi decided to start snapping their pictures

Alastor quickly spun around at the flashing lights, smiling dangerously at them and stopping some of the more cowardly photographers, but not quite enough

Angel, oblivious, continued rooting around for the fork, all the while inching closer and closer towards Alastor’s seat

“Angel!” Al hissed, finally reaching under and putting a hand on Angel’s hair to still him. Of course not making this look any better. “Sit up. Now.”

“Wait, but I almost got it Al-ahh!”

He was roughly pulled up by the back of his dress and sat up, hair mussed and face flushed incriminatingly, only making Alastor groan in defeat at some more camera snaps

It took half a second, but Angel suddenly understood, face blank in momentary shock

Alastor fully expected him to turn it into another lewd joke, brush it off and dig the hole deeper, most certainly at the expense of his own comfort

He quickly steeled himself for the impending barrage of innuendos and unwanted touching

What he wasn’t prepared for was Angel to suddenly leave the table, storming right up to the cameramen with the angriest look he’d ever seen on the spider’s face

“Ey ya parasites!! Let me see those!” he holds a couple of impatient hands out for their cameras, still fuming

Some actually comply out of complete shock, not at all used to Angel Dust getting mad about being photographed ever, especially over anything sexual

Angel proceeds to delete the photos off the first camera… then gets more and more frustrated when the pictures just wouldn’t stop coming. After a while, he just smashes the camera on the ground in a huff

“Fuck this it’ll take too long!” he points to the remaining paparazzi with intact cameras, still shocked and clutching them “Y’all are gonna delete every SINGLE photo you took of that little misunderstanding just now, alright?? Or else I’m gonna keep smashing cameras! Got it??”

They all nod and start deleting hurriedly

“And if ANY a ya think about gettin’ wise and leaking some anyway… well… let’s just say I had a much more deadly occupation than porn star when I was alive…” his face darkens at that, putting on his best godfathers voice to hit it home “And I ain’t afraid a comin’ out of retirement temporarily… Capisce?”

They capisce

He returns to the table with a resigned sigh and combs through his wig to tame it again, taking out a compact to fix his face

Completely ignoring the stunned absence of a smile on Alastor’s

Eventually Angel dares to glance at it and gives him an involuntary cringe

“Ah... Sorry Al…” he starts slowly, stowing the compact away again in his bosom and looking down chagrined “I know I went and made a scene in your favorite place and… and yer probably real mad and all an’… oh damn, Charlie’s gonna kill me if you don’t firs-“

“-Thank you.”

“W.. wait what??”

“Thank you…” Alastor repeated, if only to assure himself he was really saying it “I… it was… I never expected you to get mad…”

“Al?”

“I thought you’d let them… run with it” he waves a hand, explaining himself, somewhat awkwardly “Especially since it… it would help you. Your reputation. To be caught with the radio demon like… like that.”

The way his voice became so small on the last two words worried Angel much more than he’ll ever admit. The way you could hear the mortification behind his smile. He always knew Al was adverse to the act but never had he seen him actually terrified by it. Paralyzed by the stark realization of how close he came to becoming its subject… even if only as a rumor

It simply emboldened Angel’s resolve

the spider scoffed lightly “Well yeah… maybe if that’s what we had been doin’… or if you were into that stuff at all…”

“What?”

“I mean we weren’t even actually tryin’! I was just lookin’ fer a dumb fork for cryin’ out loud-!“

“No… no what about… me being into it?”

a pause, and then a one-shouldered shrug “Well it’s not the same thing as a payin customer is it?… Like you don’ even LIKE sex and stuff and… it’s different when it’s just us flirtin’ and bullshittin’ around at the hotel… I know you hate that too but at least there no one ain’t tryin’ ya capitalize on yer pain. Word never gets out. No one knows just how much I get under yer skin, so it’s almost like it never happened. But these pictures…” he waved both of his right hands in unison, motioning for emphasis “They’re permanent.. and they’d only be helpin’ my reputation while hurtin’ yours…”

Alastor just continues to stare

“A-and the hotel’s… of course…”

Finally a smile returns to his face, but with no hint of anything except appreciation behind it

“Of course…”

Part Four:

The rest of dinner went smoothly

Al had indeed picked well, and the dishes were some of the best Angel had ever tasted, other than his Momma’s cooking of course

When Al made a small chuckle at even that joke, Angel knew he must’ve done something right to land this far in the radio demon’s good graces

Though it could very well be the booze’s doing

Angel had insisted on ordering their drinks to compensate for the fiasco earlier, and had created specialty cocktails for each of them, based on what they ate

He was relieved when Alastor gave a small hum of approval mid-sip, downing a generous amount with an easy smile

And then finishing off three more with dinner

Both were quite full and loose by the time they finished, even getting a small tray of beignets for desert

They found they hadn’t even argued once, save for small asides and joking prods. But really arguing? Hadn’t even crossed their minds. Instead they bonded over jazz artists they both liked, reminisced about the 30′s while filling each other in on the decades they missed, talked a bit about their hometowns, and threw some mutual shade about residents of the hotel they couldn’t stand

Turns out they had quite a lot in common…

They paid on the hotel’s tab and finally headed out to the limo, only swaying slightly and linking arms again to subtly stabilize each other

This time the paparazzi was nowhere in sight, probably long scared off by now

Which is good since Alastor had suddenly removed his arm from Angel’s to pull him in around the waist, keeping the demon from tripping over a nearby curb by pressing him further into his side. Out of reflex, entirely.

After all, it’s not like he’d ever willingly choose to close their proximity. Just like he’d never willingly choose to notice the way Angel’s chest bounced softly against his, or how four hands grasping onto him felt oddly right, or how tempting the velvet hugging the curve of Angel’s lower back became under his fingertips

He’d only occasionally felt this way about accidental invasions of personal space before, and that fact did nothing to reassure him or his nerves

Nor did the pounding of his undead heart in his ears

Angel was also feeling the tension, but for a whole ‘nother reason

Drinks always made him more forward, and having a full belly for once numbed that urge into more of a simmering lust, cozy and comfortable and heavy

Getting tangled up in Alastor’s arms suddenly only made him want one thing

One thing he was telling himself desperately not to do

Which was real hard with Al’s face so so close to his, looking back at him with his own flush dusting along his cheeks and that smile still there, but slightly parted, waiting, hesitant of what it wanted to become but open to suggestions

Suggestions that Angel had plenty of

“You… you were about to trip… my dear…” Alastor finally explained in a hush, dipping a finger into the still water between them and rippling it quietly, grip on him still firm

“…. Ah…” slowly Angel righted himself, not moving away from him, but leaning on him less “That…. that sounds like me…” he offered a lopsided grin at his own joke, daring to look Alastor in the eyes again

Looking for what exactly, he wasn’t sure

And guessed he would never find out, seeing the moment vanish underfoot with the crunch of the limo’s tires, pulling up beside them

Alastor still offered him his hand though, helping guide Angel inside first, then sliding in after

Sitting at least one person apart, the drive begins in unsteady silence, neither exactly looking away but definitely not trying to confront anything either

That is until Alastor starts to fidget with his bow tie, inexplicably feeling very warm

Deciding to simply undo it entirely and redo it looser, he starts it out like usual, but his fingers can’t seem to find their footing and keeps losing track of the last few steps

On the third try, Angel sighs dramatically beside him

“Honestly Al…”

And just like that, the spider is making use of his extra arms and tugging the whole mess loose again, faces mere inches apart as he concentrates and deftly reties it in a perfect bow, which gently hugs the base of Al’s throat as his adam’s apple bobs with a nervous kind of grace

It ends far too quickly and now there is nothing left to keep them in this close… nothing Alastor can invent to explain away how Angel’s fingers linger on the edges of the fabric, or how he wants to undo more of his clothing just for those hands to fix him up again

So he does the only logical thing he can think of

The kiss hits Angel with a sort of intensity he wasn’t expecting, feeling himself pulled in by two gloved hands on his bare shoulders, touch light but not unsure, desperate but without any urgency, simply grounding them together in this moment

Their lips moved against each other’s slowly, mounting in a gentle exploration with Angel deferring to Alastor’s lead, his lower set of hands lightly resting along Al’s hips, asking permission at first until a soft moan granted him it

Eyes fluttering closed, the kiss deepened until it became a series of many, some opened-mouthed, tongues hinting at entering but never actually doing so, and all of them amidst small noises and panting breaths, desire simmering just under the surface of it all

Angel had never kissed like this… never thought to kiss like this… the boiling heat of lust kept at bay by a promise to just make out, to just keep it at another’s pace. All the while flushing his body with a white hot pulsing want that could only wait for someone else to grant it release?? Oh he could die all over again from this torture and would only beg for more. Never getting it being it’s own bittersweet reward

Alastor grappling meanwhile with why he suddenly wanted so very much as well, why, as he clung to Angel’s soft fur-lined skin and let their mouths dance relentlessly, he never once wanted to pull away. Never wanted to run and hide in the solace and safety of the self, was all too happy to let Angel’s hands cup and hold his hips and reward him with moaning sounds he rarely ever makes

His head was swimming in it, and he was oddly eager to let himself drown

Eventually they parted, breathless and slow but mutual, eyes opening again and glossily gazing at the other, searching for silent signs of yes, no, more?, sorry?, good?

“A-Al… I..”

Fingertips graced the speaking lips to silence them again, a small shake of the head a confirmation of no apology needed. “… That was… I liked that…” He offered, smiling small and gentle for once, an acknowledgement of how very rare this had really been. How nothing about this was usual, but not necessarily unwanted

Angel was now convinced he’d died twice

“You… yeah?” he smiled back, just as hopeful

Another nod, Alastor chewing words behind his closed mouth, clearly processing something

“… I don’t… I don’t want you to get… too excited but…”

Angel surprised him with his patience

“… I have kissed before. I… actually more than that as well but...” he shakes his head to keep himself on track before he loses his nerve “It’s not often. And it’s definitely not for fun… not for just… anyone.”

Angel hopes to heaven his smile isn’t too excited

a small exhale before continuing “What I’m trying to say is…. I can’t guarantee anything. I cant... predict how I’ll feel about more… or about everything. But I can tell you that I liked this. And… I’d like to do this sometimes… with you. If you don’t push me for more…”

Two hands held Alastor’s close to his chest, squeezing them once with an earnest smile

“I promise Al. I promise I won’t push… at least I’ll really really try. I know I’m shitty at self-restraint and I won’t lie, I’m fuckin’ pent up as shit right now…” his small chuckle was met with a slightly sarcastic eyebrow, feigning momentary annoyance “But… but I really liked that too. I ain’t never… I ain’t never felt this good after just makin’ out! I didn’t know I could…”

Alastor hums a bit in amusement, hands traveling from Angel’s grip to slide gently down the sides of the velvet dress he’s poured into “Well… seems tonight was a good one for a lot of firsts…” he watched Angel’s small shiver with some glee “Though I might just blame it all on this devilish dress…”

a breathless chuckle “Oh yeah, Al? You like it that much?”

“Yes…” no hesitation as he strokes small circles into the fabric with his thumbs, just over the start of Angel’s hipbones “I’ve always been partial to velvet…. and pretty creatures wearing it…”

Their second kiss lasted all the way home

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laughsinhidden · 4 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Atsuko Saito

-Honey I am so sorry-

NSFW

-A-Aftercare

Atsuko is definitely one to cry after sex. She is extremely cuddly and emotional, and at least at first will need lots of reassurance that she did it right. She’ll give you lots of little kisses.

B-Body part(their favorite part of theirs and also their partners)

She thinks she has a really cute nose- it tends to twitch when she’s either deep in thought or zoning out. She tends to be drawn to her partners’ arms- she’s not entirely sure why, she just likes them.

C-Cum(anything to do with cum basically)

Atsuko really likes citrus fruits- if she ever wants a small snack she’ll usually go for some dried pineapple or some orange slices. As a result, she tends to taste very sweet down there.

D-Dirty secret

Well, in Atsuko’s mind *everything* is a ‘dirty’ secret, so it’s a little hard to pin down. But something she’s really embarrassed about is that she would love her partner to leave a mark for her to show off- if she had the courage to.

E-Experience

Bare-none. She’d never even so much as kissed someone (besides her sisters, playfully. Something they were severely reprimanded for) She’s a quick learner though, once she gets over her initial shyness.

F-Favorite position

Any position where she can see her partners face. It comforts her to be able to see their expressions and make sure she’s doing it right- she’s a nervous wreck.

G-Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humurous, etc)

Once she loosens up a bit she’s the type to make small jokes. She loves to see her partner smile. H-Hair (how well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes etc)

She keeps it pretty well trimmed because it annoys her otherwise, and yes it does match. I- Intimacy(how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Extremely intimate. She wants her partner close, she craves eye contact, all that jazz. She’ll murmur terms of endearment when she can manage.

J-Jack Off (masturbation)

She’s tried once or twice, but it was hard to get privacy in her tiny church, and she could never ‘get it right’, so. K- Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kittenplay. She’ll wear a collar and ears and even a tail if her partner wants- it fits her cuddly, eager to please nature and she loves it.

L-Location(favorite places to do the do)

In private. On a bed. The proper way-

M-Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going)

Soft, teasing touches. A soft stroke across the small of her back, a light hand on her arm. She doesn’t get turned on by accident- it has to be intentional. But she will be *all* over her partner. N- NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She does *not* like being hit. Hair pulling, choking, those are things she’s willing to roll with when she’s gotten more comfortable. But she cannot handle spanking or slapping of any kind. She also can handle degradation to an extent, but not too much. She will cry. And in a bad way. She’s very self conscious, and requires *lots* of reassurance. O-Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc)

She’s a people pleaser. While she definitely loves receiving, she’s very much a giver. She may not have any experience, but she will do her best to learn and make her partner feel good. P-Pace (are they fast and rough, slow and sensual, etc)

She definitely prefers slow and sensual- she wants it to last. But sometimes rough is what she needs, or what her partner needs, so she’s not opposed. Q-Quickie(their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

She is. Not a fan. Sex, to her, is an extremely intimate and personal activity. Once in a blue moon, she might get the thrill of it- but if there’s any way to avoid it, she’ll take it. R-Risk(are they game to experiment, do they take risks etc)

Once she’s more comfortable, she’s game for some experimentation if that’s what her partner wants. Risks, though, are a different story. She doesn’t like taking risks, preferring to stick to what she knows. S-Stamina(how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

After the first few times, when she was a one-and-done, she actually can go for quite a while. Turns out she may kind of be into overstimulation, as well- T-Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On themselves or their partner?)

She doesn’t own any toys herself, but if her partner has some and wants to use them(either on her or vice versa) she’s game. She may be a bit shy at first, but she’ll get over it quickly. U-Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She very rarely teases. Occasionally she’ll get in a mood, but even then she can’t hold out very long- she’s a people pleaser. V-Volume(how loud are they, what sounds they make)

Vocal, but not loud. She squeaks and mewls a lot, but, as in everything else, she’s very quiet. Her favorite sound to make is her lovers name, though. She can’t stop chanting it like it’s the only word she knows.

W-Wild Card

Atsuko is demisexual- she only experiences sexual attraction to those she has formed a very close personal relationship with. X- X-Ray (let’s see what’s goin on in those pants)

*Koto is smacked upside the head for waggling her eyebrows suggestively*

Y-Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Pretty low. It’s rare that she’ll initiate anything, but not unheard of. Z- ZZZ(how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She tends to fall asleep pretty quickly, especially if she’s being cuddled.

#Atsuko Saito #about atsuko #OC #N/SFW

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sizzleitupwithmaria · 5 years

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the challenge is on, foolish mortal

1. how tall are you?

5 feet 7 inches

2. what is your body type?

i’m shaped like an hourglass but i’m also a lil chubby

3. what is your favorite part about your body?

i occasionally like my face and this is a little bit weird but i have pretty good tits

4. is your current hair color your natural hair color?

yep!

5. are you more outgoing or more shy

dude i’m shy af

6. are you more femme or butch?

i’m a pretty solid futch

7. are you tol or smol?

i’m tol bitch!!

8. wine mom or vodka aunt?

i feel like i’m a vodka aunt, but i’m also 14 and don’t commit crimes

9. weird habit?

i stick my tongue out whenever i’m super focused and i used to be really self conscious about it

10. favorite meme?

my current favorite is the shen yun memes but i don’t have an all time favorite

11. do you sing in the shower?

no bc the bathroom is right next to my parent’s bedroom :):):)

12. ever used a bow and arrow?

yeah i was in girl scouts for a while

13. are you/were you a theater kid?

see basically all of my vent posts and you’ll find the answer (i’m in a weird relationship with theater right now, but we’ll have to see how sophomore year turns out)

14. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

yeah!! i’m also seeing another one in 112 days lol

15. do you think musicals are cheesy?

some are, but that doesn’t make them bad

16. have you ever been part of a protest or a march?

yeah, i went to march for our lives last year!!

17. favorite cards against humanity card?

i don’t actually own or play CAH, but i like “Bees.”

18. last movie you watched?

newsies, but that was only to grab screenshots lol (maura will know)

19. behind the camera or in front of it?

both!!

20. favorite tv show?

uhhhhh frasier?

21. meaning behind your url

sizzle it up with taako is a taz reference

22. reason you joined tumblr

i have no fucking idea bc it was so long ago

23. who’s your closest tumblr friend?

i’d say @baura-bear but i’ve also known her irl for 8 years? i don’t actually have any purely tumblr friends, feel free to hmu

24. what’s something most people love that you hate?

most foods

25. have you ever taken narcotics?

considering that i had to look up what that meant, the answer is no

26. have you ever had sex?

i’m 14

27. have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or anything bad?

nope, i lead a pretty boring life (i’d actually sneak out quite often if my bedroom wasn’t on the second floor)

28. worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told?

i’ve told my dad that i love him before

29. describe your passion without mentioning it.

i’m currently at a crossroads with it and it’s pretty stressful for me rn but i’m committed to getting better and not crying daily over it

30. describe your best friend

i don’t actually think i have a solid enough relationship with anyone to have a best friend lol

31. give us one thing about you that no one knows

OH UHHHH i pop my acne?? that might be obvious if you look at my face tho

32. how do you feel right now?

pretty solid, i have a little bit of a headache and i’m a bit sad but i’m doing okay

33. what is your biggest fear?

failure, but that’s probably just bc i set so high expectations for myself lol

34. what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

breakfast in america by supertramp

35. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

maybe quitting band and strings in 5th grade or quitting track

36. have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end?

OH YEAH but we’re not gonna talk about that right now

37. something you fantasize about

i always dream of living in a tiny nyc apartment with a beautiful wife and working at some nondescript company and shopping in my free time

38. last time you cried and why

??? i actually don’t know. i nearly cried last night bc my dad was nearly yelling at me, we’re not gonna get into that though

39. what was the last thing that made you laugh?

i put a stupid snapchat filter on my face

40. do you really, truly miss someone right now?

yeah

41. who do you feel most comfortable talking about anything with?

my own self?? i have trust issues lol

42. the last time you felt broken?

maybe this morning just bc i had a weird dream and was processing it lol

43. are you starting to realize anything?

yeah

44. are you more dom or sub?

sub, but just in general, i haven’t ever had sex

45. i’ll only date you if _____

you’re a woman? i don’t have many standards lol

46. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

okay this question is probably geared more towards adults but as a freshman, i’m fine with dating sophomores and juniors, and maybe 8th graders?? that’s a little iffy though

47. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail

ummm i’m not sure if it’s a crush anymore but she’s tall, skinny, had black hair that she dyes often but it never shows, she dresses similar to me, she’s a photographer, and i think she might be into me :/

48. do you have any kinks?

yes but i’ll never tell anybody even if they paid me money

49. first thing you notice in a person?

uhhh their outfit?

50. how can someone win your heart?

by loving me a lot and dealing with my weird personality

51. been rejected by a crush?

i’ve only asked a crush out once and that went pretty well so no

52. have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

yes, who hasn’t?

53. would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

nope

54. is trust a big issue for you?

is the sky blue?

55. did you hang out with the person you like recently?

nope, we’ve been meaning to for a while though

56. is confidence cute?

sometimes, just don’t be weird to other people

57. what would you say if the person you like kissed another person?

i wouldn’t care LMAO

58. would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

probably not

59. does the person you have feelings for right now know you do?

maybe?? my interactions with her have been a blur lmao

60. ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

oh yeah

61. do you want to get married?

yes, but purely to flex the fact that i can get gay married

62. worst thing you’ve ever done?

idk probably self harmed

63. three things that turn you on

1. women

2. women

3. women

64. who do you hate?

nobody, really

65. favorite term of endearment?

sweetheart/love GET ME EVERY SINGLE TIME!!! if i ever write some romance y’all will see

66. who was your gay awakening?

idk if you count this as a gay awakening but once when i was like four i said to my dad “if i could marry anyone, i’d marry sarah” (one of my friends) (holy shit i just got kind of sad remembering her i liked her a lot and she had a cool family i need to see if she has an ig)

67. intimidating girls or kind girls?

both at the same time

68. what do you look for in a possible partner

women

69. do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

tbh the only styles that are off the table for me are hyper masculine and hyper feminine, anyone else is great

70. are you good at flirting?

i don’t have the confidence to flirt lol

71. who was the first person you came out to?

my friends ellie and lilli, at the same time, on accident

72. do you have any friends who are wlw?

the question is do i have friends that aren’t wlw

73. is your crush wlw?

i believe so

74. last person to make you reconsider your sexuality?

this one junior boy who.... oh boy... he’s not hot at all but he’s so nice to literally everyone

75. write a short love poem to your crush/self?

i don’t feel like i’m attached enough to my crush to write a poem to them

76. do you fall in love easily?

i think so

77. is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

yeah

78. are you good at hiding your feelings?

oh hell yeah, at least i think so

79. are you a forgiving person?

depends on what the person did

80. what is your type?

i don’t really have one? being taller than me is nice

81. fall asleep in her arms or tub her back until she falls asleep in yours?

both, with a preference for the first one

82. tall girls or short girls?

TOL

83. hugs or kisses

both, especially at the same time

84. twirl her around or get twirled?

both!!

85. tummy kisses or thigh kisses?

tummy!! thigh kisses are a bit too close to the pussy for my taste

86. hairline kisses or neck kisses?

hairline

87. play with her hair or stroke her tummy?

both!!!!!!!!!

88. making our or soft kisses

soft kisses

89. hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?

both, it just depends on the situation

90. how confident are you in your sexuality?

probably 80%

91. when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach?

idk if i ever blush but i have to REALLY like someone to get butterflies

92. have you ever likes a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?

i have multiple times but i’ve only told someone once

93. how old were you when you realized you were into girls?

11 or 12

94. most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?

idk, i tend to forget those things

95. do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon?

i honestly don’t ship many lesbians lmao. can i count my own ocs? bc julia and emily are great

96. what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality?

i don’t think i’ve actually had anything negative said about my sexuality directly to me, so i’m a bit lucky

97. when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter?

i honestly have no idea

98. what is love to you?

when we make each other happy

99. ask me anything

i mean my ask is always open if anyone wants to do this

thanks for listening to me be super gay and sad for a little bit

#:)

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