#like he knows how to make the little rabbits out of apple slices

[heich0e]

[warning: while f!reader is not described with any specific physical characteristics, the child in this fic is described as having inherited all of Megumi’s attributes and none from reader! please read with that in mind, or pass over this fic if not <3]

"We've got some stuff to talk about."

Megumi watches as Kota's little sock-clad feet swing back and forth while he sits in his chair at the table in the middle of the staff room of the veterinary clinic. He's eating some of the chocolate covered mushroom-shaped cookies the vet keeps tucked away in the back corner of one of the tallest cabinets out of sight, with a glass of milk.

At the counter on the opposite side of the room, Yuuji is slicing him an apple. Megumi stands at his side.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Yuuji asks him under his breath, in response to the answer Megumi had just provided him about who this kid is and why he looks just like him. "He's clearly—"

Yuuji's voice pitches up a little too loudly and both men quickly glance over at the little boy on the other side of the room, who is watching them curiously. Yuuji smiles, though Megumi can see just how strained it is from up close, and then the two men shift away so their backs are to the child once more.

"Fushiguro, that's clearly your kid."

"Not possible," Megumi replies immediately, and he means it. Sure he'd thought the same thing when he first saw the boy, but with every passing moment he's come more firmly to the conclusion that it simply isn't plausible. There's just no way.

Right?

"Hey, Kota-chan?" Yuuji calls over his shoulder, still hacking away at the apple in his hands. "When's your birthday?"

Kota's lips purse, a smudge of chocolate next to his mouth.

"I dunno," the little boy replies.

Both of the men hold back their groans.

"Mama never bought you presents and gave you cake after she sang you a song?" Yuuji tries again.

Kota's eyes light up and he nods. "Yeah!"

Yuuji laughs a little at how the child's expression has changed. "What was the weather like outside that day?"

Kota seems to think very hard about this new information. "There was snow outside. Mama made a snowman with me and then we went inside to eat cake."

Megumi watches as Yuuji does the calculation in his head. It takes a while.

"Kota told me he's four, so who were you seeing in the... late winter or early spring five years ago?" he finally works out the math and asks his friend from the corner of his mouth.

Megumi thinks back, though reluctantly.

"No one," he says finally, upon a moment of reflection.

Yuuji looks like he's about to burst a blood vessel.

"What are you doing, by the way?" Megumi asks, watching Yuuji drag the knife along one of the apple slices, peeling away only a small section of the skin.

"Making bunnies," Yuuji replies, holding one up for Megumi to see.

It does kind of look like a bunny, he has to admit, with two little bits of the peel cut out into points. It's not the most realistic rendition he's ever seen, but it's a close enough approximation. He watches as Yuuji sets the last rabbit-esque slice onto a plate and carries it over to Kota at the table.

"Here you go," he says with a smile, setting the plate down in front of the boy.

Megumi can practically see the sparkles in the child's eyes when he looks at the slices of fruit.

"Bunnies!" he says, beaming up at Yuuji. The pink haired man returns his smile with an equal enthusiasm. The boy picks up a slice immediately, holding it up to his face to appreciate it. "Mama puts bunnies in my lunch sometimes."

Yuuji's smile falters a little. "Hey, Kota-chan, is there anything else you can tell me about your mama? She must be really worried about you, you know."

Kota's lips curl into a sad little frown. He avoids Yuuji's eyes. "Mama was working, and I knew she wouldn't let me help the bunny if I told her because she was really busy, but I had to help him."

Yuuji softens a bit, huffing out a breath. He plops a hand down into Kota's dark hair, ruffling it gently. "You're not in trouble, buddy. And you did help the bunny. But we've gotta try and get you home now, okay?"

Kota nods a little.

"You said your mama works nearby right?" Yuuji asks, and again Kota nods. "And it's a restaurant?" Another nod. "What does mama do there?"

"She brings people their food! And she brings them drinks!" Kota replies.

A server, obviously.

"Okay, good job, Kota. I'm gonna see if I can figure out how to get you home, alright?"

The little boy nods, taking a bite of his apple slice.

Yuuji approaches Megumi, still hovering on the other side of the kitchen. "I'm gonna give Nanamin a call and see if anything's come in about a missing kid at the station, if not I'll jog around the block and check the local restaurants. You stay with Kota and write me down a list of all the women you've—"

Both men look over at Kota, who's watching them raptly with a cheek full of apple.

"—been friends with." Yuuji finishes his sentence strangely, but Megumi gets the message anyway.

The dark haired man feels heat flare in his cheeks, grabbing Yuuji by the front of his shirt before he can step away.

"I've always been very..."—he glances over at the child on the other side of the room—"careful with my friends."

Yuuji understands what he means.

"You can never be careful enough," he remarks pointedly, albeit a bit awkwardly—his cheeks are a little bit pink now too.

Yuuji and Megumi don't ever talk about stuff like this, at least not in such specific detail. This is the kind of conversation Yuuji'd have with his friend Todo, or maybe Nobara, and the kind of conversation Megumi would rather take with him to the grave.

Megumi grits his teeth. "I'm not making a list."

"Fushigu—"

"I don't need one. It doesn't merit the paper." Megumi cuts him off, his cheeks burning so hot he's surprised the room hasn't gotten brighter. Yuuji's eyes widen a little as he processes the admission. Megumi's never really been one to sleep around, and while he's had a few long-term partners, none of them were around the time that Kota would have been born. Plus Megumi's relationships all ended relatively amicably—he'd have known if one of his exes had a baby. "I'm telling you, it doesn't make sense."

Yuuji nods a bit, patting his friend on the shoulder. "Alright, alright," he says. "Let me go call Nanamin and we'll get this figured out."

Megumi watches as his friend steps out through the doorway to the staff kitchen, breathing out a long, weary sigh once he's gone.

"Erm—Doctor Shiguro?"

Megumi freezes, glancing over at the little boy at the table. He'd sort of momentarily forgotten he was even there.

Kota is sitting at the table, rubbing at his eyes with his small fist.

Megumi looks at him expectantly.

"I'm sticky," Kota says, holding up his hands with his fingers splayed.

The man blinks for a moment, and then nods, retrieving a small bit of paper towel and running it under the tap to dampen it. He brings it over to Kota, handing it to the boy, but the child sticks both of his hands out. Megumi hesitates and then takes one of his small hands in his own, sweeping the damp towel across it.

He repeats the motion with the second hand, making sure to get any lingering stickiness off of his smooth skin. His hand is incredibly tiny, Megumi can't help but notice—there are dogs he'd tended to with larger paws than Kota's little hand.

Once Kota's hands are clean, Megumi glances up at his face. His eyelids are drooping, and the man realizes it's quite late for such a young boy to be awake (and eating snacks no less.) That smudge of chocolate is still on Kota's cheek, so Megumi wipes it away with the damp towel too.

"Doctor Shiguro?" Kota mumbles tiredly.

"Fushiguro," Megumi gently corrects him.

"Is my bunny really gonna be okay?" the little boy asks, rubbing at his eyes again.

Megumi thinks back to the way Kota had the little rabbit held against his chest underneath his coat to protect it from the rain; how desperately he'd asked him, a stranger, for his help; how scary it must have been for such a little boy to be out so late, in such a bad storm, all alone.

He nods.

"Yeah, he'll be alright."

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk drabble #jjk writing #writing #mini megumi #tw parenthood #tw pregnancy

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

How Genshin Men Respond to you Crying

We all do it. And when we do, we need some TLC. Well, which boys are happy to provide it? And how do they do it? All this and more below!

Diluc, Itto, Childe, Kaeya (the DICK boys lol) x gn!reader. Fluff, comfort, only a smidge of angst?

Content warnings: Childe is his OWN WARNING. He crosses your boundaries and gets a little forceful—physical restraint. It’s well-meaning but still it can be distressing.

Yeah, Diluc is significantly emotionally repressed. But he’s never going to leave you to your own devices when you’re upset. Although he struggles with emotional intimacy, he will ask you to be vulnerable with him, ask you to tell him what is wrong, and although his immediate reaction is to go and fix it for you, he knows that’s not what you need. You need comfort, above all else. Early in your relationship, when he saw you crying, he had no idea what to do. So he brought you an apple, cut into slices and peeled to look like bunny rabbits. Adeline and the staff weren’t in today, but he used the culinary skills he had to make this for you. Hoping it would bring you a morsel of comfort. And it did. As your relationship aged, and he was exposed more and more to your most vulnerable emotions, he got more comfortable handling them. He even got comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you about his own. You learned how to support each other. When you’re upset, he knows to gather you up in his arms, make sure you feel clean, make sure you’re wearing comfortable clothes and are warm, and lets you cry it out—telling him everything about the situation and letting your tears stain his fine shirt. When he’s upset, you know he likes to feel your weight on him—resting your body on his, effectively crushing him was a grounding sensation for him. He liked it when you held his hand and sat quiet with him until he could muster up the nerve to speak on what was bothering him. He liked when you smoothed your hands over his face and peppered it with kisses. You both learned to accommodate each other’s needs, although they were much different from your own. And your relationship was all the stronger for it.

Kaeya, the smooth talker, can get you to calm down in just a few sweet sentences. If he catches your teary face as you look in the mirror, hating the way your chest falls or the swell of your stomach or your acne or your nose, he is quick to hug you from behind, smoothing his hands over your torso and kissing the back of your neck. “Darling, when I first saw you I mistook you for a statue of a god(dess)—curves and edges perfectly carved to depict the most ethereal beauty to grace the world. But it was you. And I was most lucky to even have the chance to glimpse at you.”. If someone snubbed you at work, made you feel stupid or unlikeable, he’ll open his arms for you the moment you walk through the front door with tears falling down your face. Once you are within reach, he will kiss them off. “My love” kiss “you are incredibly bright and clever” kiss “but your intelligence pales in comparison to your compassion and beautiful heart” kiss “nothing in this world could ever match the worth of something so precious” kiss “and it is a miracle that something so special can come so naturally to you.” kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss. Though Kaeya was born with a silver tongue, every word he comforts you with comes from the most honest parts of his heart, his aptitude for language just assists in conveying the message.

Childe is, and I say this with all the love in the world, an idiot. He’s probably the one that made you cry—but really he didn’t mean it! A forgotten date night or birthday is enough to do the trick. Or maybe he said something insensitive to you in a grumpy mood after a long day at work. Or maybe he was out on a mission for way longer than he promised he would be—making you sob every night that he didn’t return, convinced that he never would. Being the partner of a harbinger is not for the faint of heart. But trust him, he loves you with every part of his being. When he does come home to you crying, you’re in his arms in a heartbeat. Even if you’re angry and try to push at his chest and yell at him to get off, he holds you in an iron-locked embrace, hastily cooing reassurances at you, frantically apologizing, begging you to forgive him. If you do, he will pamper you like you’re his own personal Archon. A massage, darling? How about he takes you out on an impromptu date night at your favorite restaurant? Too tired? No problem! He’ll get it for take out! You can eat on the couch and pick the movie you two watch! Oh, you want to watch that one cheesy rom com that you’ve forced him to watch at least twenty times? Anything for you baby ❤️. If you refuse to forgive him? You keep pushing him off of you, refusing to let his lips touch your own, even try to leave the house? Sorry, dear. You aren’t getting far. Childe was never one to back down from a fight. And when the thing he loves most in the world is on the line? You’ve already lost. His iron grip only gets tighter as he bargains with you to hear him, hugging you to him like a teddy bear as he pleads with you to let him comfort you, insists that he can’t leave you alone. He’ll carry you, kicking and yelling, to your room and tackle you onto the bed—holding you until you’re too tired to struggle away from him anymore, until you agree to at least talk to him. You lay on your side—forced little spoon—each sniffle of yours like a dagger in his heart. He feels so guilty. He knows he should let you go but he just can’t get his arms to listen to his brain. This form of comfort is brutal, but in his mind it’s the only way to keep you from leaving him. He’s desperate. Your tears and the vulnerable moment you to find yourselves in triggers a reaction in him that he has never experienced before. A tear rolls down his cheek and onto your neck. He’s scared. So when you finally turn over and gently put your arms around him, it’s like a breath of air in a room of carbon monoxide. You two hold each other—your hearts beating together as you’re pressed chest-to-chest, his head buried in the crook of your neck, grounding each other and wordlessly saying I will keep you safe.

I don’t even want to talk about Itto. Seriously what the fuck. He’s an ever bigger idiot than Childe. At first, when he sees you crying, he literally thinks you’re joking. He laughs like a doofus and squishes your puffy pink cheeks. Once he realizes you’re for real, he literally pales—his heart drops to his ass. He loses his voice, stuttering and blubbering; unable to formulate words enough to even ask you what’s wrong. He hover-hands your shoulder like he’s scared he’ll break you—a cautious bull in a china shop. He fat-fingers your eye while trying to wipe your tears—making your tears significantly worse. At this point, he feels completely useless and lost on what to do. So after screwing up comforting his partner this badly, he takes his leave. You sit there, wondering if you chased him off with your tears. If your sadness was so much of a burden for him he gave up on dealing with it, gave up on dealing with you. Bitter tears roll down your face as you sit there in a puddle of sadness and brood. But Itto hasn’t given up on you. He’s outside searching for only the finest onikabuto in the land to bestow upon you. While he searches, he picks all the pretty wildflowers he sees—a makeshift bouquet for you. He even spends the only mora to his name on a couple of Sakura buns for you, he knows they’re your favorite. If he finds himself by the beach, he searches for seaglass for you; pink and blue and yellow and green little miracle pebbles, hoping and praying to any higher power he can reach that they will bring even a small smile to your face, even an ounce of joy to your heart. He spends the whole day battling his short attention span—his only mission is to find any way to cure your sadness. When he returns home many hours later, he finds you in the kitchen, hunched over a series of vegetables you’re trying and failing to chop; your dehydrated eyes and crestfallen mood getting in the way of making yourself dinner. He carefully approaches you, placing all of his little gifts on the counter in front of you—his arms so full the objects are basically spilling out of them. You look up, finding the sweet things he spent all day collecting for you—and your tears return. He immediately panics, thinking he screwed up once again. He begins blubbering about how much he loves you, “you—uh. You—my heart—it, ahhh man. You’re everything. Everything. I—I got these. I’m sorry. They’re for you. I—“. He can’t finish but you’ve already thrown your arms around his tall frame, sobbing into his chest. Your heart thunders out of your chest as happy tears leak from your eyes, “Thank you, Itto. I love you so much.”. He hesitantly places his arms around you, confused but overjoyed that you seem happy despite your crying. He melts into the embrace, kissing your neck and squeezing you tighter, finally finding his words; “I love you, Y/N. If anyone makes you cry, they’re getting a serious thrashing. Even if it’s me.” he laughs, “Nobody makes my baby cry! If I can help it, you’ll never cry again.”. You think he’ll let you go so you can make dinner, but his hands aren’t leaving you for the rest of the night. He finally got the comfort of your touch, so until you shove him off, he’s not letting go!

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

GOT THE FATTEST FUCKING CRUSH ON KAPPA NOW CUZ OF THE HELVETE FIC like i just wanna how kappa would be like as a lover both domestic and romantic like FUCK (this is also me requesting a headcannon list if you're up for it)

Me too, nonnie, me too 🤝🏻 I mean, obviously, Kappa is one of my favourites to write for, but this time, I actively wrote myself into crushing on this charismatic hippe ass mf HARD 🤧 The HCs are super soft and fluff af but also 18+!.

🌻 Domestic lover!Kappa HCs under the cut 🌻

🌻 This man would be the lover to eradicate every last memory about your shitty ex's, treating you like his queen and nothing less. I strongly believe that Kappa would braid you a colourful flower crown every now and then to surprise you on days where the sun is shining bright and bee's and butterflies flutter through the air while your eyes sparkle like gemstones as he places the flower crown on top of your head.

🌻 One Good Man By Janis Joplin

🌻 Okay, let's start this off with the fact that Kappa, once emotionally attached to you, would be your number 1 fan in every regard. He'd cheer you on and support you in every way possible. He's got absolutely no boundaries when it comes to making sure that you have everything you need and more!

🌻 Jup, okay, I'm really writing myself into crushing on him further....anyhow, Kappa would also offer you to wear some of his rings. Collecting shiny little treasures for you like a crow. Everything from necklace pendants to pretty stones, feathers and tiny, handwritten notes cramped into a box that threatened to burst with tokens of his love and adoration for you.

🌻 This one really is just vibes but Kappa is so incense sticks, scented candles and homemade pastries that it's giving me brain rot. He's a hot slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and whipped cream: Everything you could possibly desire.

🌻 Can we talk about y'alls living situation for a moment because I just know that Kappa and you would be living off-grid in an old VW T1 Samba-Bus 🚎 With an orange cat and a lazy but very loyal German shepherd. Both animals were found on the side of the road and you never really understood if Kappa and you adopted them or the other way around.

🌻 With that out of the way, It's move on to the fact that Kappa, completely infatuated with you, would fuck and pleasure you about everywhere. In the van on a rainy day and outside in the field while sun bathing. He'd eat you out as your thighs dangle from the footbridge of a small lake you two stopped by to escape the summer heat for a while. You can't tell me that the two of you wouldn't be going it at like rabbits as soon as the next best chance presents itself 🤭

🌻 This man would give it to you whenever he just so much as gets a glimpse of you maybe being a little horny and he wouldn't just be fucking, no, he'd be making love to you with saccharine-sweet praises whispered into your ear while you wrap your shaking legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.

🌻 Afterwards, he'd clean you up nice and good before propping up a kettle on the stove to prepare some mushroom-infused tea to end the day on a slight trip with you in his arms, fingers toying with strands of your hair and his lips mumbling on about just how much he loves you while the both of you sink deeper into the soft mattress beneath your bodies, drifting off into a satisfied slumber.

#tam rambles #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #rory culkin #kappa #kappa black mirror #kappa x you #kappa x fem!reader #kappa x reader

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Omg Sam and Bucky content!!!! Can we please get them taking little!reader to the dentist and lots of comfort happens?

The dentist

Content - age regression, cg!bucky, cg!sam, sore tooth, fillings, the dentist, numbing cream, comfort, cuddles, food, don't like dont read.

Summary - when you have to go to the dentist your caregivers comfort you.

Authors note - this has been sat in my asks for about 2 months and I only just remembered how much I loved it, reblogs are greatly appreciated <3, I hope you enjoy <3

It all started when you were eating some sliced apple.

"Ow!" You exclaimed feeling it push down on your back teeth, it felt like it hit a nerve. "Honey are you okay?" Bucky asked walking over to you a worried look coming over his features "my tooth daddy" you whined swallowing the apple and shuffling over to him.

"Oh angel, do you want daddy to have a look" he asked smiling down at you "yes please" you mumbled fiddling with the loose strings on your top "Okay, Sam!" "Yeah?" Can you bring out my phone please?" "Okay!"

Listening to Sam's footsteps becoming heavier you looked up and saw him enter the kitchen "what's going on?" He frowned seeing your pained expression. "Y/N's got a sore tooth" bucky explained taking his phone from sam and turning on the flashlight.

"Okay sweetheart can you open your mouth for me?" Bucky smiled moving his phone closer to you. Opening your mouth you looked around the room nerves creeping up on you "that's the way" Sam cheered you on with a smile.

A few more seconds went by of bucky examining your teeth until you heard him groan "sam" he said with a cringe on his face. Passing sam the phone his switched places with bucky.

It definitely didn't look good.

"Yep, that's gonna need a filling" "No!" You shrieked scooting yourself away from the two of them "Y/N calm down" "No don't wanna go!" You cried listening to the pair of them sigh before you felt sam pick you up.

"Come here baby" he said cradling your head to his neck signalling for bucky to make a phone call to the dentists office. Walking you both towards the sofa he sat down and repositioned you in his arms.

"Now I know you hate the dentist but bub, we have to get this looked at" he explained "if we don't you could get really sick and then you won't feel good at all okay?" "Is it bad?" You mumbled sadly resting your head on his chest.

"Well, it's not great" he chuckled making you giggle "you know what the worst part about not getting it looked at would be?" "What?" "You wouldn't be able to have sweets anymore."

That convinced you completely.

"Alright, I've made an appointment with Dr joy baby, you like Dr joy you don't have to be big with her" bucky said softly with a smile when he came back into the room.

He was right, Dr joy had always been your dentist and she already knew you were an age regressor having found out before you had to get a tooth out once.

"Okay" you mumbled holding your arms up to him accepting your fate of going to the dentist "whens the appointment?" Sam asked repositioning you so bucky could take you in his arms.

"Tomorrow at 3" he sighed giving you a soft kiss to the nose shushing your soft whine "it'll be okay baby, you'll be fine" "but it hurts daddy" "I know doll, but it'll be over before you know it I promise."

You really hoped he was right.

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The three of you were currently sitting in the waiting room the pristine white walls and the muted television making you feel uneasy, "deep breaths honey" Sam smiled reaching into your bag and pulling out your grey rabbit handing her to you.

"Y/N?" You heard Dr joys voice call you, one she spotted you she gave you a wide smile "hi love, how are you?" She asked kindly writing something down on her clipboard before leading the 3 of you into her office.

"I'm okay" you mumbled shyly smiling back at her "that's good, can I get you to pop up here sweetheart?" She asked signalling to the dentist chair "umm, alright" "here baby ill help you" bucky said propping you up onto the seat and helping you lie down.

"Okay what are we here for today" "well, yesterday Y/N was eating an apple and she got some pain on one of her back teeth so we both had a look and we think she might need a filling" Sam explained while bucky gave you a gentle smile. Returning it you hugged your bunny to your chest and looked towards Dr joy.

"Okay hon, can I have a look at you?" She asked moving her dental equipment to the side of you and manoeuvring her dental light above you. "Okay" you mumbled nervously, noticing your discomfort the boys came up beside you Sam holding your hand and bucky stroking your hair.

Opening your mouth while Dr joy looked around you realised how uncomfortable your jaw felt "it's okay baby" Sam whispered "right, okay yep that's gonna need a filling sweetheart" she said kindly giving you a reassuring smile.

Looking to your caregivers with panicked eyes "Hey honey it's alright" Sam cooed stroking your cheek "is the something you can give her to numb it?" Bucky said anxiously hating the sight of you being scared.

"Oh yes of course we can either giver her a needle or some gel I can apply to the effected area" exchanging a look the boys came to their decision almost instantly "we'll go for the gel I think" Sam chuckled "I thought so" Dr joy smirked kindly.

"Okay hon, let's get this over and done with shall we?"

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The procedure didn't last long, it all felt a bit hazy.

All you could remember was feeling a cold gel on your back tooth, bright light and the comforting feeling of sam holding your hand and buckys vibranium one stroking your hair.

And then you were back in the car.

"Were so proud of you little one" bucky said from the front seat "you did such a good job!" "Thank you daddy" you mumbled looking out the car window "you okay baby?" Sam asked warily looking in the rear vision mirror "mhm, my mouths numb dada" you said playing with the ear of your rabbit.

"Yeah? Aww baby its okay it won't be for long" "what are we having for tea?" You asked your mind going straight to food making the two of them chuckle "we can have whatever you want hon but we'll have to wait a few hours until you mouth gets better" "aww" you whined "I know baby" bucky smiled opening his phone looking up your favourite takeaway places.

After getting up the menus he passed the phone through to you "choose what you want bub" "as long as we thoroughly brush your teeth afterwards" Sam chimed in with a serious face making bucky smirk.

Maybe going to the dentist wasn't that bad after all.

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[mybrainissquishy]

hii hai :3 if it wont inconvenience u i would love regressor todd headcanons !!! please and thank you loads :p

I've been waiting for somebody to ask me fore these!!! I love thinking about Regressor Todd, he's me fr. Sorry if these are a little sadder/more impure than my other HCs, but I think they'd fit, and I think impure regression should be recognized too.

Todd Ingram Agere Headcanons

Todd regresses around 3-5, though occasionally regresses all the way back to 0 in times of high stress.

His favorite little snacks are apple slices and banana slices. His favorite little drink is a strawberry-mango smoothie with almond milk instead of real milk.

He has some Agere gear, but he's worried of what people will think of him, so he keeps it in a box and hides it in his room.

^Included items in his box are: A green pacifier, a teddybear he's had since he was a kid, an apple-shaped teether toy, a frog onesie, and a cutesy fairytale coloring book that comes with crayons.

He loves to play pretend, and his favorite is to play what he calls "The Bug Game", where he and other members of the league pretend to be bugs. He usually likes to be a ladybug.

When Todd regresses around the League of Evil Exes, the ones who immediately go to help are Roxie, Lucas and Matthew. Roxie is an experienced babysitter, Lucas is good with kids, and Matthew is a total caregiver at heart even though he doesn't know the term.

Todd uses age regression as a way to help manage his stress levels, as when he's too upset or stressed out, his vegan powers go out of whack.

Todd is a very active little one. He likes to play outside all the time, but he gets embarrassed most of the time and keeps his regression to himself if possible when he's out in public without a cg.

His tantrums are really big and really bad. He doesn't have them a lot, but if he's made upset enough in littlespace, it could get potentially dangerous. He uses regression to manage his powers, but if he's that upset, he'll freak out and use his powers with even less control over them.

^If this does ever happen, it usually leads to the poor baby feeling guilty. He always cries and apologizes afterwards. He doesn't know what else to do when his feelings are too big for his little self.

In an event where Todd is getting close to a stress level that's too high, Gideon has a special room in his secret evil lair for Todd to try and relax in. It's full of stuffies, blankets, pillows and more. It's quiet, the lights are dim, and it's great for de-stressing or for nap time.

When it's naptime, he likes to listen to music box versions of songs he's performed with Envy.

When Todd colors in his coloring book, he makes it a point to color specific pages for specific members of the league and hand them out accordingly.

He likes to bring in random animal friends to meetings with the league when he's regressed. Frogs, Rabbits, Ducks, Cats, Birds, Hedgehogs. He even brought in a tiger once. Nobody knows how he did it. Nobody knows why the tiger was so nice to him. Nobody knows where he even found it. All they know is that Gideon now has a pet tiger named Fluffy that Todd plays with sometimes.

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim agere #age regression sfw #sfw agere #impure agere #todd ingram

[idkwhatimdoing1981]

Jargyle little space headcanons part 1

Cg! Argyle

Gives the best hugs Jonathan loves how soft warm and cuddly he is.

Doesn't like to punish Jon with spankings instead he uses other forms of discipline such as time outs and taking away sweet treats. Even then he hates having to punish his boy.

He spoils Jon with cute clothes and plushies.

Smoking while in little space is a big no no. Its one the rules that if broken could result in a spanking.

Sometimes Argyle carries Jon around the house while he clings onto him like a koala bear.

Argyle has many nicknames for Jonathan some of the ones he uses often are little man,Jonny boy, tiny dude, princess,brochacho and baby boy.

He enjoys cuddling with Jonathan and holding the shorter boy in his strong arms while singing him lullabies to help him sleep.

Argyle also gives Jon cute spanish nicknames such as Cosita (Little Thing) and Cariño (sweetheart).

Beach trips are a must.

Argyle enjoys cooking for his boy and baking him special treats like apple pie and his world famous warm chocolate chip cookies.

Whever Jon has accident Argyle is always caring and understanding.

He has a list of foods that Jonathan doesn't like the texture of and won't use those certain foods in his cooking.

Little! Jonathan

Uses regression to cope with childhood trauma and stress. After a long day at work he cant wait to get back home to snuggle with Argyle who helps him to regress and distress.

He loves playing with toy trucks and soft plushies. Jonathan has a big collection of plushies but favorite is the grumpy care bear Argyle won for him on their first date at a carnival.

Jon sucks on his thumb to soothe himself. He also uses a paci that Argyle decorated for him using Rainbow Brite stickers.

His faviorite snacks are apple slices, mac n cheese, sweets, pizza and whatever Argyle decides to make for him. Jon loves his daddy's cooking but hates veggies he thinks they are yucky.

He hates bananas because of their mushy and slimy texture.

His little age is 1-6 and big age is 19.

He hates doing boring adult things and would rather stay in little space with Argyle all day.

Jon gets nervous at parties and in large group settings he often experiences sensory overload and tugs at the sleave of his shirt to soothe himself. Argyle knows this and despite the fact that he loves big events, he tries to keep Jonathan out of situations that could cause him to become overwhelmed and anxious.

He loves watching The Muppets and other cartoons such as He-Man, Rainbow Brite and The Ewoks.

Jon's faviorite movie is Bambi and his favorite character is Thumper the rabbit he even has a plushie of him. (Jon's love for Thumper is canon check his fandom wiki).

He is potty trained but sometimes has vivid night terrors which often result in him wetting the bed.

Bubble baths and beditme stories are a must.

#jargyle #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #stranger things #stranger things argyle #jongyle #little! jonathan byers #cg! argyle #boy agere

[uni-writes-things]

Whumptober Day 2! Prompt: “All the light’s going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

Legend was a bunny. He was in his bunny form. How though, he has no fucking idea. One minute he was in his bedroll, sound asleep (for the first time) and then the next his feet were paws and he was pink, sitting in the middle of a road. His initial thoughts were of course, panic, and how did this happen? The chain weren’t there, only the bunny and the crisp air. His ears twitched and picked up footsteps but when he checked his surroundings there was no sign of a living thing. An arrow slid into the ground beside him and he startled. A profound fear gripped him and wouldn’t let go no matter how many times the veteran had attempted to reassure himself. He was a hero of courage not a bunny goddess-damnit. A sweet smell caught his attention for no reason. Legend was trying so hard not to let his bunny side take over, but the smell was just so good.

He saw a fucking apple and then realized that was what his bunny side was yearning for. He tried to walk away, he really did, because it was blatantly obvious that it was a trap. But his bunny form had a mind of its own and he found himself leaping towards the fruit. The vet picked the apple up and resisted the urge to bite into it. What was he doing? Why was this apple so tempting? It’s just an apple. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his back and he flopped to the ground, a red liquid pooling below him. Damnit Legend, what were you thinking?! “Heh heh, this ones quite th’ catch. Never seen a pink rabbit before, maybe it’ll sell fer a lot!” A gruff and cold voice chuckled deeply.

“I bet so. I betcha no one’s eva seen a pink one like dis!” Another voice sounded and clammy hands scooped him up.

Legend was horrified. No, no, no this couldn’t be happening! He hasn’t even figured out why he got into his bunny form, or where his brothers went, he had no time to get captured! He struggled weakly against his captors, trying to ignore the agony that was spreading through him. “Yer okay little bunny, we’re doing ya a favour, gettin’ ya a home!” The one that was holding him tried to assure.

The vet did NOT want a home. He was not a bunny! “This one’ll sell fer 1000 rupees, guaranteed!” The gruff voice cackled.

Black spots danced through his vision as he fell unconscious. His last thoughts were that he wasn’t going to make it back to his fellow heroes. He had failed.

-/-

“Andrew don’t be too hard on th’ little lad. We want ‘im ta live.” The gruff voice from earlier, was the first thing Legend heard when he awakened.

Looking around he was in a small cage, a very cramped one. Glancing through the bars he was able to see that he was in a room. “Yeah, yeah I know Charlie.” The one called Andrew responded.

“Oh he’s awake! We should git ‘im that apple. We want the creature to trust us, ay?” Charlie grinned.

“Yup, let’s show ‘im how kind we can be.” Andrew sighed, not really sounding sincere.

Legend wouldn’t deny it, he was anxious. He was powerless in his bunny form, he hadn’t kept the ability to talk, and he didn’t have the chain to help him. Last time he was a bunny, he had Sky and Twilight, and he is very grateful for them. But, now, he was in a dangerous situation without anyone but the jerks that took him. The veteran didn’t know Andrew or Charlie, but he just hoped they wouldn’t hurt him. If Legend was sold, then he might be able to run away and find Sky, get the Master Sword. But right now, he couldn’t do anything but listen to the men talk. “Here ya go little thing.” Charlie shoved a little slice of an apple through the cage.

The vet didn’t know if he trusted this apple to just be an apple. He warily sniffed at it, sensing some sort of thing injected into it. Of course. “C’mon lil guy! It’s food!” Andrew urged.

The veteran did not want to get poisoned, no thank you. He leaned as far away as he could from the apple slice, even though his bunny side was again yearning for an apple slice. “Does it not want ta eat?” Charlie frowned.

“Agh, just eat th’ damn thing already bunny!” Andrew shook the cage violently, frustration clear in his tone.

Anger issues. That caused the hoarder to slide down and his mouth slammed into the apple slice, making him inhale it. The veteran was chanting ‘no’ in his head, trying to stay awake as whatever was in the apple slice attempted to make him sleep. But eventually he had to give in, no strength left whatsoever. His vision was darkening, and he felt like he had no hope. If he was sold and managed to escape, he had no idea where the chain were. There was that voice in his head that kept nagging at him, saying that no one would want him anyway.

‘No one will find you’

-/-

When the veteran woke once more he was still in that cage, but the cage was moving in a wagon. Little bumps in the road rang through his ears and he felt nauseous. What was he—oh right. That food that he had unintentionally digested, put him to sleep. Why though? Was the question perturbing him. “Who wants ta see a pink bunny? He’s intelligent!” Charlie shouted, startling Legend.

Who would fall for that? What kind of business skills were those? Legend scowled, even a rock could sell stuff better than this man. But still there was a little girl that walked up with her mother. “Mommy look!” The little girl ran up and peered in the cage.

The mother looked extremely tired as she walked over. “Kassie, we don’t have time for this.”

“But Moooooom~” The little girl, presumably Kassie, whined.

“Are ya sure this ain’t worth yer time? This lil’ guy is pretty cheap.” Charlie grinned, slamming his fists on the cage for no real reason, making Legend flinch.

“Can I get him, please Mom? Pleeeeease?” Kassie begged.

The mother sighed. “How much is the bunny?”

“Well, 1000 rupees ‘f course! Ma buddy and I worked very hard ta get ‘im settled.” Charlie answered.

Legend wanted to growl, but it would likely come out as a squeak or something stupid like that. “That’s not cheap…” The mother scowled, rightfully upset at the mislead.

“Well ya won’t find anythin’ cheaper then this! Plus, it’s goin’ to a good cause, fer uh…findin’ animals homes!” Charlie shrugged.

“Kassie, how much rupees do you have?” The mother turned to the little girl.

“Uhmmmm…I think 15 green ones.” Kassie responded.

“Hmmmm…if we get this you will have to take care of the bunny, and do some extra chores. You hear me?” The mother considered.

“I will Mom, I will!” Kassie promised.

The mother sighed again and handed over the rupees, as Charlie nodded along. “Here ya are, he’s a lil’ feisty by the’ way.” Andrew picked up the cage, jostling the veteran a lot before deciding to hand it to Kassie.

The little girl opened the damned cage and Legend saw his chance. He leaped out and began running feeling his back sting a lot, but kept going. He ignored the shouts of Charlie as he heard footsteps behind him and ran even faster. But soon there were arms wrapping around him, and he wrestled with the arms that were restraining him, but his struggling was in vain. “Nice try bud, but we got 1000 rupees, we ain’t gonna let you run away.” Andrew’s voice thundered in his bunny ears.

He felt tears pricking at his eyes, so badly wanting to sob into one of his’s brother’s shoulders. He hated being trapped, and the veteran knew that little girl’s didn’t play nicely with things they used as toys. He was so terrified that this Kassie would hurt him. Andrew handed him off to the mother instead, where the hoarder desperately tried to worm his way out of the situation. He even tried biting the woman, but the mother held on tight and carried the pink bunny away. He slumped and took with a bitter understanding that he would be stuck as a bunny for the rest of his life, as a pet. He had no hope left as he closed his eyes shut.

#linked universe #lu legend #legend linked universe #bunny legend #linked universe fanfic #whumptober #whumptober 2023

[wuxiaphoenix]

A Long Road Chapter 16 Ficbit - Making it Work

Wrapped up against the frosty morning, Mina leaned against one of Rabbit Hole’s new paddock fences, offering a dried apple slice to entice one particularly canny buckskin mare over for a good look. She might have been Haven-raised but she was an Ashkevron. You didn’t survive family get-togethers without knowing something about good horses. “I like your brother already. He picked solid horses.”

“Da-ge likes to do things right.” Nie Huaisang radiated warmth as he rested one arm on the fence beside her, looking over this part of the Wen’s small herd. “But I’m curious. Solid?”

“Your mare’s got a temper. That’s fine, because you can handle her. She’s meant for speed, and enough endurance to get you through a battle or run from it. The horses he sent with the Wen... they can run, but they’re built for keeping a steady pace as long as it takes.” Canny lips and teeth finally plucked the apple from Mina’s fingers; she felt at the mind behind them. “They’re calm, and they’re smart. They know what’s really dangerous, and what’s not, and they like people. If a little wanders underfoot, or some poor rider panics and tries to yank their reins wrong, they’re just going to put their ears back and do what they think is the right thing. Wei Wuxian knows horses, and Wen Ning, and some of the others - but the elders, and the others they picked up? If they had to have horses, these are the best.” Lips ghosted across her palm again, searching for any crumb of apple left behind, and Mina grinned. “They’re not as burly as Ashkevron warhorses, but people trying to sneak out and settle down somewhere no one will notice them don’t need warhorses. They need horses who can pack out skins and forest gleanings, haul a fair size load of wood, and pull a plow for a small field. Your brother’s the sect leader, he probably picked horses who wouldn’t help your sect in another big battle - but when he offered to provision the Wens in trade for a rescue, he held up his end of the bargain all the way.” She breathed out, looking at the familiar half-stone, half-timbered houses of Valdemar, thinking of how different Qinghe had looked in Nie Huaisang’s paintings. Stone fortresses, and bamboo, and tiled roofs with fantastic monsters guarding the ridgeline. “He keeps his word, Wei Wuxian keeps his, and I know the Queen keeps hers. We can make this work.”

Nie Huaisang’s presence seemed to cool, though he didn’t withdraw. “Even with the... risks of our magic?”

#crossover #creative writing #mdzs fanfiction #mdzs #a long road #nie huaisang #valdemar #in progress

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

Part 2 of I found an old thing in my notes and wanted to post it (young William centric FNAF fic) (Also I have NOT used this format, hope it’s not weird lol. It totally will be lol.) (TW: Graphic depictions of animal death)

Great Britain, 1949

The first vivid memory the killer (though they didn’t call him that at the time) had was one of warmth. He’d been laying in a field a short walk from his home with his mother and little sister (his brothers may have been there as well, but memory had a funny way of ignoring certain details). He’d lain curled up on a blanket, nibbling on a slice of apple while his mother laughed at some pointless joke his 5 year old brain had come up with. He had watched with interest as dragonflies zipped through the hot air, counting each one, giving it a name (though he realistically probably named the same one 3 or 4 times) and making up stories of their adventures. It was a simplicity and contentment he had no idea he’d grow to miss. He couldn’t remember how he’d ended up on his own- maybe he’d run off on his own, maybe his mother had let him run free, maybe David and Alex (his brothers, if they really had been there) had offered to watch him. It didn’t matter much; all he knew was that he’d wandered down to the shallow stream that cut through the grass in search of more insects to chase and inevitably crush in his childish absentmindedness.

Instead he found a dying rabbit. The thing had a deep gash running down its body and one of its legs was so mangled the foot was nearly detached. Its ragged breathing had quickened as the boy drew nearer. It tried to right itself, to scamper off, but only managed to scramble its paws around madly until the pain became too great and it curled up into a ball, panting. Its blood stained the rocks a deep crimson hue, making them glisten brightly in the noon sun. The boy was too young to know about death in any detailed sense, but he hadn’t forgotten how not a week prior his father had ran over a fox on the way into town.

He’d watched as his father pulled the creature out from under his truck, inspected it, then walked back to the house and returned with his shotgun. Scarlet droplets had splattered across the road, dotting the dirt around its head like scattered petals. “Don’t cry,” Papa had comforted the sniffling child as he stroked the fox’s torn pelt. “It was in pain. You know pain, don’t you? We had to make it go away, that’s all.” He understood that much. He knew he had to do the same thing his father did. He was helping it, surely. Of that, he was certain.

So he took the heaviest stone he could lift, raised it above his head, and brought it down over and over again until his arms gave out. His mother had found him there, curled up next to the crushed animal, staring at the red caking his skin. She’d grabbed him by the arm, yanking him upright and pulling him away from the scene. She’d shouted at him, “What the (he’d later learn this was a curse) were you doing!? Put that down! William, look at me while I’m talking to you!” He tried to retrieve the rock (had he seen it move? Or was that just a breeze? Maybe he should bash its skull a few more times just to be sure.), but she dragged him back to the house where she’d shown his still blood-caked hands to his father, who’d simply shaken his head and muttered something under his breath. All the while William had stood there, mouth agape, asking over and over again, “What did I do? Mommy, what did I do?”

He was promptly sent up to his room where he sat in quiet contemplation for a few hours (in other words, he spent 3 hours scribbling in an empty notebook and trying to find something to wipe his hands on) while his parents discussed. It was ultimately decided that surely the boy knew no better, that it was just a lapse in a child’s judgment (surely, they weren’t raising a psychopath or anything- they pushed that thought as far to the back of their minds as possible.), so punishment was forgone in favor of a stern talking to. In the end, the only thing he’d really gotten in trouble for was staining the bed sheets.

But what he would always remember most about the day was the odd feeling of satisfaction when the poor thing had stopped breathing. He’d taken the miserable creature out of this world; that was the right thing, wasn’t it? A good thing, even. Surely it wasn’t because he enjoyed it. No, he wasn’t sorry. If you asked him again- today, tomorrow and every day after- he’d still do it again. Regret wasn’t a common feeling for William Afton.

#fnaf #fnaf au #william afton #Before what I’d consider his ‘backstory’ #But yeah #angst #fluff for a good 30 seconds #animal death #bnuny #i have issues #fanfiction #fnaf fanfic #my writing

[mooshys]

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guys who can cook ➝ sakusa (likes to handle his own food), kita (granny taught him at a young age), daichi, akaashi, aran (these guys paid attention in home economics and actually know how to take care of themselves), oikawa, hinata (both forced to learn when they were in south america or else they would have starved)

guys who know how to cook, but choose to make the same meal every day ➝ ushijima, iwaizumi, kageyama (these three only make the bland chicken and steamed broccoli meals for themselves...), bokuto (will go through phases of eating his favorite meal until he makes himself sick), kuroo (corporate job sucks away all his energy... makes a cup of ramen as soon as he gets home)

can only make scrambled eggs and boxed mac n cheese ➝ suna (will boil water on the stove and forget about it when waiting), sugawara (there's a 7-11 right next to his apartment, so he just buys all his food there), matsukawa (solely depends on takeout), hoshiumi (goes to costco to buy hamburger helper in bulk)

don’t eat what they’ve made unless you want food poisoning ➝ atsumu (his brother got the “competent in the kitchen” genes), hanamaki (puts a handful of salt when the recipe asks for a pinch), lev (...), nishinoya (forgets to wash his hands and tells you the bacteria will add extra flavor), terushima (pours mountain dew into cake batter for an extra kick)

gordon ramsey’s disciples ➝ osamu (does omakase for you on your anniversary, dedicates an entire day to go to the farmer's market to buy the best ingredients), tendou (pretends he’s on iron chef whenever he cooks, says he’s better than bobby flay and has once juggled knives in the kitchen)

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#I feel like bokuto knows how to cook... #Like his two older sisters taught him how #he also seems like the kind of kid who tries to help out all the time! like his sisters would be making stew for dinner since #mom's coming home late and they're going! bokuto! help stir the pot so the potatoes don't get stuck at the bottom #and bokuto gets so happy and goes! okay!! Oh my gosh... standing on a lil stool as lil kid bokuto stirs the pot with a big ladle... #I went on a bit of a tangent My Bad #this is very low quality but whatever! just a thought that made me happy #I feel like I could go on and on and on about this #the kitchen is a Safe Space. so nice and warm and rewarding to be in #the kitchen harbors so much love... I just very much appreciate the kitchen #I'm not super great at cooking (heaven knows I'm horrible at baking...) but it's a fun pass time #Like when you make something good it just.... :) Happiness #OK ANOTHER THING PERTAINING TO KITA #I think he would be REALLY good at cutting fruit #like he knows how to make the little rabbits out of apple slices #He taught himself one summer when he was bored and does it for fun whenever someone visits #AHHH I'M SO... AGGHhhHhhHHh #I think I'll make another post elaborating idk... idk... #haikyuu #hq #moosh hcs

[disasterofastory]

Married to Vikings Part 3 (Ubbe x Reader x Torvi)

Married to Vikings Part 3 Ubbe x Reader x Torvi Warnings: none

Y/N spends time with Torvi and Ubbe.

The gif is not mine.

Your life in Kattegat starts with shopping. Torvi comes with you to the market.  You need warmer clothes than you brought with you. She speaks with the traders and helps you with the seamstress. You focus on their words while Torvi assists when you forget something, or you say them wrong. You enjoy your day together. The Viking woman is much different than you or any other woman you ever met, and it’s refreshing. She is not afraid to say what she thinks, but at the same time, she patient with you and your questions. She shows you around the village, helping you to remember where everything is. The Viking woman even chooses a few daggers for you. “Are you sure I need them?” You ask her uncertainly. “You need to learn how to fight,” she says, examining the weapons. “Of course, we won’t send you into battles, but you need to know how to protect yourself.” “Okay,” you murmur, watching her buying the right ones. At the back of your mind, you already think about how you could learn to fight. You're nothing like a shieldmaiden. You are not strong enough and definitely not brave enough. “Um, can I ask you something?” You ask her after a while as you wander around the market.

It's very different from what you're used to. The traders are from different cultures with lots of exotic spices and fruits and trinkets you never saw before. Their words are heavy with an accent as they bargain with others. “Of course,” Torvi nods, looking at you from a stall. “Why are you nice to me?” You ask her. Torvi was nice to you from the beginning. You glanced at her a lot, waiting for any disapproval showing on her face because you are the second wife. “What do you mean?” “Well… I don’t know how I would feel if my husband married another woman beside me.” “It’s not that strange here,” she explains, paying for the fruits she picked out. “If a man wealthy enough, he can have as many wives as he wants.” “But still,” you insist. “I just don’t want you to hate me, and I don’t know how to act because of it.” “You shouldn’t worry about it,” she smiles at you, pulling you along. “I must admit,” she continues. “I spied on you a little bit before the wedding.” “What?” You look at her, surprised.

Yeah, that’s true. Torvi needed to make sure you are a good choice for them. She didn’t want an uptight woman who does nothing but praying the whole day. When she first saw you, you were with your sister in the gardens. You talked and laughed. You were lively and pretty.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “But I wanted to know who Alfred’s choice was.” “No, don’t be sorry,” you tell her. “I understand. If I had a chance, I would have done it too. And… so what are we to each other?” You ask her. This question jumps around in your head since last night. “For now, we are friends,” she says with a nod to herself. “For now?” You ask back, puzzled. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” She asks you suddenly. The blood flows up to your face in seconds. “O-of course not,” you shake your head. “And you don’t find women attractive?” The question makes you stop. Every part of your beliefs says that the answer is no. It’s sinful. But if you want to be honest… you find Torvi attractive. She radiates confidence and bravery. And she is beautiful with her blonde, almost white hair and her big, green eyes. She smiles knowingly, amused at your embarrassment. “You are pretty, Y/N,” she says. “And you don’t have to be afraid of my disapproval. If I had opposed this marriage, you wouldn't be here.”

With new, warm clothes you can start to learn about the farm. Torvi shows you around the animals and the way how to take care of them. They have chickens and goats and a few horses. And to your biggest surprise, you are good with them. You enjoy taking care of them even when you are dirty and tired at the end of the day.

Ubbe and Torvi are happy to see you adjusting to their world. They are amused at your Christianity and your naivety but impressed at your working tolerance. You crawl around the mud without a second thought if it’s needed. You don’t complain, but you tell them if something is wrong. You are still shy and a little bit distant, but it’s understandable. The Viking world is still new to you, and you can’t get used to it in a few weeks. “What do you think about her?” Ubbe asks his wife, sitting at the table with a slice of apple pie in his hand as he watches you through the opened door. “She is great,” she says, following Ubbe’s eyes. You scatter food around the chickens, chuckling at their enthusiasm. “She still has a lot to learn, but she is eager.” “Did you talked about… me?” He asks, glancing at Torvi. “No,” she answers, a mocking smile forms on her lips. “But I know she likes me.” “Do you bragging?” He asks, biting into the slice. “Are you jealous?” Torvi asks back teasingly. “A little,” Ubbe admits with a shrug. “You should talk to her more,” Torvi advises her husband. “I will meet with Lagertha. This is your chance.”

You are so engrossed feeding the animals you don’t notice Torvi’s departure and Ubbe’s standing form at the door, watching you. The Viking man finds himself enjoying your focused expression and your curves in the pants you wear. “Y/N,” he says your name after a while. You look up at him, surprised. “I will go hunting,” he continues. “Do you want to come with me?” “Sure,” you nod, but your voice is uncertain. Being alone with Ubbe is still new to you, and you always try to be with Torvi. The man never showed you any hostility, and you know he was attentive the first night you spent together. Other men would have continued their movements, but he made sure he gave you as little pain as possible. “Did you ever hunted?” He asks, and you answer him with a ‘what do you think?’ expression. He smiles at your reaction, giving you your furs before he grabs his weapons.

The walk into the woods is quiet but not awkward. He makes sure you can keep up with him while you are too busy watching everything. You enjoy nature. You've never been this close to it, and now everything looks new and intriguing. You feel like a child again with new experiences. “How are you feeling here?” He asks you after a while. “Torvi told me you adjust well.” “Yes, I guess,” you answer, moving closer to him when you step into the woods. “I know I still have a lot to learn, and it annoys me when I don’t understand what others say, but I never thought I would… enjoy it.” “Are you enjoy being a heathen?” He asks teasingly. “I...’m not,” you want to argue with him, but you pause. Since you are here, you didn’t really think about your God. At first, you tried to pray every day, but soon you became too busy or too tired. You tried to reassure yourself that God probably understands your lack of prayers, you are in a new place in different circumstances, but as the weeks passed, you didn't even care about it anymore. Ubbe watches you amused. He is having fun seeing your uncertainty. Of course, if you choose to remain a Christian, he will respect it, but if he has the opportunity to change your beliefs, he will. You have much more chance to survive in their world if you follow their rules and traditions. “Did you ever used a bow before?” He questions you again, changing the topic. “No,” you shake your head, looking at the weapon in his hands. “Try it,” he says, pushing it into your hands. You look at him, shocked, not knowing how you should use it. “I’ll help you,” he says, stepping behind you adjusting your hand and arm the right way before he gives you an arrow. You feel small before him, feeling his movements around you. He leans over you, explaining everything you need to know, and you really try to listen to him, but you are too busy with his close presence. His voice is deep and gentle next to your ear, his breath is warm, and his touch is calloused on your skin. He places his hand over yours, pulling on the string till it stretches enough. The arrow flies out from its place, hitting a tree not far before you. You look up to Ubbe behind you, smiling with joy, but you know it was not your work. Ubbe’s led your every move. Without him, the arrow would probably have fallen out of your hand. “You should be worried,” you say to him teasingly. “Maybe I will be even better than you.” “We will see,” he says, moving back from you to continue your way deeper into the woods. The afternoon you spend with Ubbe is pleasant. You enjoy your walk among the trees, listening to animals, and trying to stay still when he says. He tells you about his family, and he asks about your past. He is teasing and easygoing. You laugh at his jokes and banter with him when it’s needed. When you step out of the woods, it’s already dark and cold. You pull the furs closer to you to keep yourself warm. “Did you have fun?” He asks you, dead rabbits hang over his shoulder. “It was good,” you nod. “Thank you.” He smiles at your politeness, pulling you closer to himself by your shoulder. He had his own insecurities about this marriage between you and him. Firstly, he wasn’t sure about Torvi’s acceptance, no matter how many times she said to him that it’s okay and he didn’t know how you would adjust in their lives either. He imagined a pompous, fussy woman who can’t do anything on her own, and you were a pleasant surprise. But now, especially after this day with you, he can see a well-balanced relationship between the three of you. You are clever in your own way, and you complete them just the right way. “There will be a feast in a few days,” he says. “It will be a little bit different. Do you think you are ready for it?” “Are you going to sacrifice me?” You ask him, and you don’t know you mean it as a joke or not. “No,” he laughs. “You will be safe.” “Okay then,” you nod. “And soon you should meet with the children,” he adds, looking at you for your reaction. “Okay,” you nod more confidently. You saw their children from afar a few times since you are here. Torvi talked about them a lot to you, and you are excited to get to know them.

When you get home, Torvi is already waiting for you, and soon you two cook the rabbits for dinner. You tell her about your day with Ubbe while the man skins the animals. You feel content under the dim lights of the fireplace and candles with your husband… and wife. This is the feeling you always imagined as a child when you imagined your marriage and… well, love.

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[author-morgan]

Hi there! So I have a request for Eivor if it hasn't already been requested yet and if you have the time. Since I've started to play the game I love the Cairn stone events. I would love it if you could possibly write something with Eivor teaching his young daughter about them and teaching her how to stack them.

man, i wish i loved the cairns as much as you. i've never wanted to throw my controller through the tv more, not to mention the one i spent almost 2 hours on. but gosh if this isn't super cute, so here you go, Eivor teaches his and your daughter how to stack stones. m!Eivor x fem!Reader

SVANDÍS PROTESTS WHEN you veer from the path leading down to the wharf, instead taking to one of the benches outside the longhouse. Sitting down with a long and heavy sigh, you wipe the sweat from your brow —it is only a spring morning with a cool breeze, but the aches and sniffles from the prior evening have taken hold. Valka will tell you it is a spring fever and that rest, and a good meal is the best remedy, but you have an antsy five-year-old on the verge of tears, tugging at your skirts. “But you promised!” She pouts.

“I know” —you stroke back her blond hair, already in disarray from chasing rabbits— “I know, little one, and I am sorry.” Svandís crosses her arms and looks up at you with those clear blue eyes that are impossible to resist, yet another reflection of her father. You sigh, wiping the dirt from her cheek. Breaking promises never feels good, especially ones made to your young daughter, even if it was to stack stones. “All I need is a few days of rest, and then we can go,” you assure her. Where are you, Eivor?

As though the gods have heard your silent prayers, two long horn blasts echo around Ravensthorpe and the surrounding forests. Shortly after, the longship docks —Eivor and his crew dispersing among the settlement. “Eivor!” You call, waving to him as he nears the longhouse —a smile blossoming on his travel-worn countenance when he sees you and his daughter. Little Svandís darts to her father quick as an arrow. He scoops her up into his arms, pressing short kisses across her cheeks and forehead, laughing as she does. Her arms wrap around his neck as he balances her on his arm.

Eivor places Svandís back on the ground, frowning as he sees the pallor tinting your complexion and the sheen of sweat on your brow. “Are you ill?” He asks, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead before you can give him an answer —your skin is hot to the touch, his frown deepens.

“Spring fever,” you tell him, swatting his hand away, “nothing rest will not solve.” He knows it to be true. A few days rest would see you right as rain, but for now, he’ll take his chances and kiss his wife. Eivor bends down, his lips wind-chapped from the sea and river, but his kiss is gentle and sweet, a way to say I love you without speaking. When he pulls away, he brushes the wisps of hair clinging to your forehead aside and lays a quick kiss there too, sitting next to you.

Svandís’s excitement has already worn away —the pout on her lips is back. If she can’t get her way with you, then she knows her father won’t be able to deny her. “And what is wrong with you, my little shieldmaiden?” Eivor asks, picking Svandís up and setting her on his knee. She crosses her arms, squinting at you —still crestfallen.

“Mama promised she was gonna teach me how to stack stones,” she tells him.

Eivor’s lips curl into a smile beneath his golden beard —longer and shaggier than you are used to seeing. “She was?” Svandís nods. “Well, do you want to know who taught her to stack stones?” He inquires, raising a brow, eyes flitting to you. She looks between you and Eivor, blue eyes wide and questioning. “I did,” he tells her, boastful, smile widening as her arms uncross, already seeing the next question popping into her racing mind. “And my mother taught me when I was just a boy,” Eivor explains.

He strokes back Svandís’s messy braids and looks to you with a wide smile, grateful to have the chance to be the one to teach his daughter the art of making cairns. Eivor reaches for your hand and cranes his head down, blond whiskers tickling your skin before his lips brush against your knuckles. “Let your mother rest, Svandís,” he says, letting your hand go as he stands, shifting Svandís up onto his shoulders, “I know just the spot.”

EIVOR PULLS BACK on the reins of his chestnut horse, bringing the beast to a halt next to a bend in the River Nene. He slides from the saddle, then lifts Svandís, setting her on the riverbank. “First,” he says, freeing a woven sack from his belt, “we must gather our stones.” Crouching down, he picks up a stone, smooth and flat —like a honey cake— and places it in his daughter’s hand, letting her feel the weight and rounded edges. “Look for ones that are smooth and flat,” Eivor explains, knowing those are the ones to make for easy stacking for a young novice. It does not take long for them to fill the small sack with river stones —setting back off for the hilltop.

Cresting the hill reveals a vista to the north, overlooking the river and green rolling hills of Mercia —a calm and quiet place, good for clearing the mind, easing the soul, and stacking stones. Eivor sets Svandís to the ground, lowering the sack of stones too before dismounting —breathing in the crisp spring air, lingering with the scent of wildflowers, honeysuckle, and rain. Eivor eyes the patch of wild daisies growing beneath the shade of an ash tree, thinking they’d make a sweet gift for you to keep bedside.

Turning out the stones, he sits, first watching as Svandís eagerly begins stacking the stones. The short piles fall to shambles with her careless haste, but this is part of the learning process. “Failure is part of it, Svandís,” Eivor consoles when she lets out a frustrated groan, her wobbling tower of stone finally crumbling. He sees his younger self reflected in his daughter’s disappointment, remembering the times when his cairns would teeter and fall. He swore never to bother with them again —his mother laughed, knowing her son wouldn’t be able to stand failing at anything in life. He leans forward, resting a hand on her small shoulder. “Think of it as a test of mind,” Eivor says, tapping her noggin before picking up and reordering the felled stones. “You need patience and perseverance.”

Taking the broadest stone from their collection, he smooths over the ground before them both, knocking away small pebbles and little twigs —creating a good base on which to build. Eivor takes the largest and flattest stone, placing it first. “See?” He says, recalling how his mother first explained it to him. “You want the flattest and largest stones near the bottom to build a strong foundation.” Looking over the scattered stones, he picks another one, setting it atop the first —twisting and flipping to find the best way to place it. He nods for Svandís to try again.

Svandís places another stone atop the two already there, echoing her father’s motion of twisting and turning to find the best place to set it. She looks over her shoulder, seeking assurance and approval, Eivor nods, and the cairn grows taller. Before she places some of the last stones, Eivor stills her hand, hovering over the stack. “Don’t let go until you are certain they will not fall,” he tells her in a low breath. She nods, carefully placing the last three stones. The stack is small —not even reaching the height of his father’s bearded axe— but it stable, unmoving in the wind or Svandís’s excited outburst.

“Just like with everything, it takes practice,” Eivor reminds her, wrapping an arm around her small waist. The first cairns he stacked with his mother and father as a boy were just as unimpressive, but he lived and learned and soon could stack them higher than he was tall. He grins with pride, seeing Svandís smile. “The more you stack, the taller they’ll grow,” he tells her, lifting his hand in the air, “and one day you just might make one tall enough to see the home of the gods.”

Eivor reaches into the small pouch at his hip, pulling out two small red-green apples. “Did Uncle Sigurd ever stack stones with you?” Svandís asks, settling next to Eivor, taking the slice of apple he holds out.

“No,” Eivor laughs, recalling the times Sigurd would bother him while trying to make cairns, “he stole my stones more often than naught and called me troll-toothed.” Svandís giggles. The commotion piques Sýnin’s curiosity from where he circles above on an updraft of wind. Sýnin swoops down, landing on Eivor’s shoulder —the raven’s head tilts this way and that as he observes the short stacks of stones, thinking one to be a good perch. The raven hops down, beats his wings once, and settles atop the last stack Svandís built —preening his blue-black feathers. “Look,” Eivor announces, merry with pride, “you’ve built a cairn sturdy enough for Sýnin to perch.” The raven croaks in agreement, bobbing his head up and down. Svandís leans forward, rubbing Sýnin’s head with one of her fingers, smiling when his croaks turn to soft gurgles.

Looking to the sky, Eivor sees the first dark clouds rolling in from a distance, shrouding part of the sun. It will rain later. “Come, little one,” he says, rising with a soft groan —a reminder he is not so young anymore— “I think it’s time we check on your mother.” He goes to the patch of daisies, taking a handful and severing them from the earth with the throwing axe at his back before whistling to his horse. It is an easy ride back to Ravensthorpe, through the forest, and across a shallow parting in the river.

Stabling the chestnut mare, Eivor kneels outside the fence where Svandís waits, bouncing on her toes. He hands her the small bouquet of daisies so that she may give them to you, though before he can stand, she leaps into his arms, squeezing tight. “Thank you for teaching me, father,” Svandís says, almost a whisper.

Eivor brushes back her hair, kissing his daughter’s forehead, eyes crinkled with his smile. “And I am thankful to have been able to teach you,” he answers, swallowing the lump of heavy emotion rising in his throat. “Now, let's tell your mother about our day,” he says, still smiling, scooping Svandís up when he rises. For a second, Eivor does not move, his gaze skyward to the setting sun, a silent prayer of gratitude on his lips, and a hope that he will live to have many more days like this with his little shieldmaiden.

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[basic-otaku]

My thoughts on Xue Yang's character (based on the drama and novel)

Xue Yang is a character I didn’t fully understand until I finished The Untamed. I looked back on him with a bit of pity but little understanding. It wasn’t until I listened to his character song that I truly began to dissect his character. Reading those lyrics completely flipped my perspective on him, and I went back to watch the Yi City arc again. I was shocked by how much I had missed. Xue Yang has since become one of my favorite characters of the series. I’ve spent so much time thinking about him and his motives that I finally decided to write down my thoughts. This analysis comes mostly from what I perceived, so it may differ from other people’s opinions. You are free to disagree with me.

Let’s start with what we know: Xue Yang was a street kid with a hard childhood. We know he was abandoned at a young age, but we don’t know how young. However, he must have been old enough to survive, so he couldn’t have been younger than four when he started fending for himself. We don’t know who his parents are because he doesn’t remember them, nor does he remember anyone else who had potentially taken care of him. His parents could be dead for all we know, or they could have dumped him somewhere when they no longer wanted to take care of him. It’s all up to speculation. He also has a very high pain tolerance, probably due to constant beatings as a child.

When you’re all alone in the world, you have to learn to put yourself first. There’s no one to care for you, so only you can care for yourself. I believe that Xue Yang wasn’t always a bad person because no one is inherently evil. However, because he was alone, there was no one to nurture him and teach him right from wrong. When all you experience is violence and hatred, that becomes your response to similar situations; you don’t expect kindness or want to give it in return.

One of Xue Yang’s flaws as a child was his naivety — he was much too quick to trust. That’s how he got himself into such a bad situation. He was eager to have something he was never able to have (candy), so he immediately trusted that shopkeeper when he said he could have some as a reward for running an errand. What he got in return wasn’t candy, but a brutal beating and a severed pinky. If Xue Yang had still had any faith left in humanity, this is the point where it would have left him. The remaining childhood innocence in him was gone. This brings me to an interesting piece of dialogue. In Yi City, when Xue Yang confronts Song Lan and tells him what he’s been up to, Song Lan curses at him, calling him an animal. Xue Yang laughs at him and says, “I quit using those words when I was seven.” And what happened to Xue Yang’s finger? “One finger was ground into battered flesh on the spot. The child was seven.” Even Xue Yang himself knows that moment was when everything changed, and he still carries the resentment with him now.

Back to the cart incident. This event scarred him for life and was the primary reason he became a sociopath. Now he’s bent on revenge. He was powerless as a child; just another street rat who shouldn’t be treated like a human being nor spared any pity. So, when he realizes he can do the same to those that hurt him, he takes it much further. When he was old enough and strong enough, he exacts his revenge. He wanted to make the Chang Clan feel his pain — not only for the finger he had lost but for his whole miserable life up to that point. If no one deigned to understand him, then he’d make them understand in the only way he knew how. With violence.

Xue Yang was only fifteen or sixteen when he slaughtered the Chang Clan, killing more than fifty people. This is where he meets Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan. From the first moment, Xue Yang hates Xiao Xingchen. He’s so righteous, so full of light. He thinks he makes the world better just by doing a little good. What a hypocrite. Where was he when he was needed? Where was he when Xue Yang was a seven-year-old boy left crying in the streets after having his finger ground to a pulp? No, nobody can be that good.

When Xue Yang is captured by Wei Wuxian and the others, Xiao Xingchen takes him back to Qinghe to be apprehended, and Xue Yang vows to get his revenge on Xiao Xingchen for it. It isn’t long after he escapes from Qinghe that Xue Yang slaughters Baixue Temple, blinding Song Lan in the process. According to Xue Yang’s logic, hurting Xiao Xingchen’s friend is just as bad as hurting Xiao Xingchen himself. This is what causes the rift between Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan. Without this incident, Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen may never have met again.

A few years have likely passed while Xue Yang was working for Jin Guangyao. He is probably closer to eighteen or nineteen when Jin Guangyao injures him and throws him out, which is how Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing find him. Xiao Xingchen doesn’t hesitate in bringing Xue Yang back to Yi City with him and A-Qing and caring for his wounds. Xue Yang wakes up pained and disoriented, but he immediately tries to back away when he realizes who is tending to him. He doesn’t know Xiao Xingchen is unaware of his identity, and probably thinks that Xiao Xingchen is getting ready to take him to face justice or something. But Xiao Xingchen insists that he doesn’t need to know who Xue Yang is and that he’s only doing what’s right. Xue Yang is clearly shocked by this admission. He truly cannot comprehend kindness, and this is the first time he’s ever experienced it.

This is also the first time we get to see his genuine smile. It’s shocked and incredulous, like he can’t believe this is happening, but it’s there. Throughout the series, Xue Yang’s snarky words and sly smirk are a token of his character, but now we know they are just a mask he uses to hide the small, broken child inside of him. If no one can see the hurt he hides, then no one can hurt him further. But with just one kind gesture, Xiao Xingchen was able to bring out the young boy who just wanted love and comfort.

This kindness is such a foreign concept to Xue Yang that he doesn’t think it’s genuine for a long time. But as the years pass, Xue Yang comes to realize that Xiao Xingchen isn’t a threat. This is something he scoffs at. Xiao Xingchen is ridiculously naïve; so stupid. If he knew who he was living with, who he was eating with, he wouldn’t act like this. He would treat Xue Yang the same way everyone else had. So, Xue Yang decides to trick Xiao Xingchen into murdering innocent people for revenge. Xue Yang can’t wait for Xiao Xingchen to find out what Xue Yang has made him do because it’ll break him. What this revenge is for is up to interpretation. Maybe he’s still angry about being captured and sent to Qinghe. Maybe he’s angry at the world for treating him so badly. Maybe Xue Yang wants to show Xiao Xingchen that his worldview is stupid and that there are no good or pure people in the world. I choose to believe that it’s the last one.

At least, this is his motivation at first — he slowly loses the will to harm Xiao Xingchen. This brings me to another interesting point. In episode three, Xue Yang says he doesn’t fear death, he fears boredom. But isn’t this domestic life he’s living with Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing considered boring by his standards? I think the boredom he speaks of is really the fear of being alone and having nothing at all. Now he’s happy, however reluctantly he’s willing to admit it. He wouldn’t have put up with A-Qing’s petulant behavior if he didn’t enjoy the time they spent together. Although they didn’t get along at first, Xue Yang protects A-Qing and takes care of her like an annoying older brother. He teases her, sure, but he also cuts her apple slices in the shape of rabbits and gives her advice on how to scare away the people who bully her (even though killing them isn’t great advice). Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing were the family he never had. Now he would do anything to preserve the life he is living.

After about a year, Xue Yang’s plan stopped being about revenge. I’m not completely sure how he justified this change of heart, but I like to think he told himself he was still biding his time and that he’d get back to it eventually (even if he had stopped thinking about hurting Xiao Xingchen). Based on what A-Qing told Song Lan when he arrived at Yi City, Xue Yang hadn’t taken Xiao Xingchen out on one of those night hunts in a long time. And most of the people that Xue Yang made Xiao Xingchen kill were the merchants that made fun of his blindness and cheated him with bad vegetables and high prices. It was a messed-up way to get revenge for Xiao Xingchen. Xue Yang hates being looked down on, so shouldn’t Xiao Xingchen feel the same way?

Nevertheless, the time they spent in Yi City was probably the only time Xue Yang had been happy in his entire life. Xiao Xingchen was so in tune with what Xue Yang needed that Xue Yang came to care for him deeply. Whether those feelings were romantic or platonic in nature is up to the viewer, but I believe Xue Yang had fallen in love with Xiao Xingchen in the only sick and twisted way he could. Xiao Xingchen understood him more than anyone ever had, going so far as to listen to his idle ramblings and bring him a piece of candy every day after hearing that he had loved sweets as a child but could never have any. He managed to tame the savage beast in Xue Yang’s heart with only his presence and basic human decency. Xue Yang’s bloodlust was satiated as long as he had Xiao Xingchen to take care of him. At this point, I don’t think he would ever actually kill Xiao Xingchen. He had stopped wanting to hurt him a long time ago. A-Qing? Sure. She’s expendable, but Xiao Xingchen is irreplaceable. Even if Xue Yang reluctantly came to care about her, it wasn’t the same kind of bond. She had never shown him the same kindness that Xiao Xingchen had. He wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her if she betrayed him, but she was important to Xiao Xingchen, which meant he couldn’t do her any harm if he didn’t want to disrupt their happy life.

If Song Lan hadn’t found them, how long would Xue Yang have stayed? I don’t even think he knew. He just knew that he didn’t want to leave anymore. Xiao Xingchen gave him too much for him to want that. The viewer can easily see the happiness in his eyes when he looks at Xiao Xingchen. Xue Yang acts like a kid around him — playing games, joking around, making him laugh with childish remarks. Even in the quiet moments, he’s happy. This was especially noticeable in the campfire scene. It wasn’t shown in the original drama, but in the special edition, Xue Yang smiled at Xiao Xingchen from across the fire, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at his daozhang was so tender that it honestly caught me off guard. It seemed to catch Xue Yang off guard too because he caught himself, and the smile slowly fell. It’s like he realized what he’s doing and remembered that this should be about revenge.

Where in the past, Xue Yang hated Xiao Xingchen for his righteousness, he now loves him for his naivety. Without it, Xue Yang knows that Xiao Xingchen would be disgusted with himself. There would be no more laughs, no more games, and no more smiles. Then Xue Yang would lose the one person who didn’t treat him like dirt. So, when Song Lan finds them, Xue Yang immediately perceives it as a threat to their domestic life. He knows how important Song Lan is to Xiao Xingchen, and there’s no doubt in his mind that Xiao Xingchen won’t hesitate to leave with Song Lan when he discovers Xue Yang’s identity.

Furthermore, Xue Yang resents Song Lan for taking Xiao Xingchen’s eyes (even though it was voluntary on Xiao Xingchen’s part and was essentially Xue Yang’s fault). His logic tells him that having Xiao Xingchen kill Song Lan would be the perfect way for Xiao Xingchen to get his revenge. What Xue Yang doesn’t understand is that not everyone thinks about things in the context of revenge. I don’t believe Xiao Xingchen ever truly regretted giving up his sight. But Xue Yang can’t comprehend how someone could be that selfless.

This is where it all falls apart. A-Qing sees what happened to Song Lan, and she runs to Xiao Xingchen and tells him everything. When Xiao Xingchen comes back to confront him, Xue Yang spills it all. There’s nothing left for him to lose. His mask falls again, and he basically bares his soul to Xiao Xingchen. This is probably the first time he’s told the story about his finger, and I think he genuinely thought Xiao Xingchen was going to understand him; that if he knew what Xue Yang went through, he’d sympathize with him and justify his action (thereby justifying his feelings). Instead of that, however, Xiao Xingchen calls him disgusting, and it flips a switch inside of Xue Yang. How can Xiao Xingchen call him disgusting when he’s killed people too?

I think one of the reasons Xue Yang led Xiao Xingchen to kill those people was to bring Xiao Xingchen down to his level. Xue Yang doesn’t think that anyone can be as good as Xiao Xingchen claimed to be, so he had to taint his perfect record. Maybe if he killed people, Xiao Xingchen would understand him. Xue Yang thought that when Xiao Xingchen found out, he’d stay with him. Now he’s not the same righteous person he used to be, so how could he be good enough to travel the world with Song Lan? No, he should stay with Xue Yang instead and live a happy life together.

So, when Xiao Xingchen calls him disgusting, Xue Yang was probably confused and upset, which made him instinctively put his mask back up. Being vulnerable only hurt him again, so he’s back to harsh words and smirks, telling Xiao Xingchen that this is why he’s always hated him and that all of this was fun. Fun in every sense of the word: the killing and the happiness.

Xiao Xingchen finding out that he killed Song Lan was the last straw. Xue Yang is still laughing as Xiao Xingchen slits his own throat. It takes a moment for the realization to set in, but as it does, the smile falls from Xue Yang’s lips, and his hands begin to shake. This is the third time his mask has fallen. His eyes begin to well with tears, but he tries to keep up his act, saying that dead ones are easier to control, but the only one he’s acting for is himself.

The next scene is the one that really solidified Xue Yang’s feelings for me. He cleans the blood from Xiao Xingchen’s skin with the same care that Xiao Xingchen had shown him when he first found Xue Yang in that ditch. Xue Yang clearly thinks that Xiao Xingchen is going to come back and that the ritual will work, that he staves off his tears and sets out food for both of them. He considers eating his candy but then decides he should wait until Xiao Xingchen comes back. If he’s back, then Xue Yang is sure to get another piece.

When he realizes that the ritual isn’t working and Xiao Xingchen isn’t coming back, he breaks down. The tantrum he throws is so full of rage and anguish that it really shows the depth of his feelings for Xiao Xingchen. Again, he goes back to acting, trying to guilt Xiao Xingchen’s dead body into coming back to life by telling him all the terrible things he’ll do to Song Lan and A-Qing if he doesn’t reawaken. Obviously, Xiao Xingchen can’t hear him, and Xue Yang knows this, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He finally dissolves into tears, screaming and crying over Xiao Xingchen’s corpse. This may have been the first time he’s cried since he lost his finger. Crying is for innocent, naïve children, and it doesn’t help anybody. But now Xue Yang has had a taste of pure sweetness and doesn’t want to go back to the bitter life he has known, so he finally lets himself weep for all the things he could have had.

Xue Yang spent the next seven years trying to bring Xiao Xingchen back to life with no success. We don’t know much about his activities after Yi City, but we have gotten information through rumors that Shuanghua was being used to kill innocents. It seems like Xue Yang wanted to keep a part of Xiao Xingchen with him. He even continued his sick revenge plot after Xiao Xingchen’s death by gouging out the eyes of and killing the remains of the Chang Clan, including their leader, Chang Ping, by lingchi. Xue Yang doesn’t blame himself in the slightest; he just thinks that Xiao Xingchen’s death was an unfortunate consequence of the situation. He will put the blame on anyone and everyone other than himself. Thus, instead of performing lingchi on himself like Wei Wuxian suggested, he takes out his anger on the remains of the Chang Clan.

Everything Xue Yang does in the present is tied to Xiao Xingchen, yet he still can’t bring him back. So, when he heard that the Yiling Patriarch had suddenly come back to life, Xue Yang knew it was his last chance. The sword ghost/ghost arm is what led Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to Yi City. It was pointing to its murderer. I’m sure Xue Yang could have avoided a confrontation if he wanted, but this was intentional. As for the juniors, I have a feeling that Xue Yang was behind the cat corpses that led them to meet up with Wei Wuxian. This is still unclear though because Xue Yang doesn’t have a real reason to get them involved. The only person he needs is Wei Wuxian.

Xue Yang has tried everything at this point. So, when Wei Wuxian finds him in Yi City, pretending to be Xiao Xingchen, he is completely desperate. I do wonder if that is something he has done more than once. Did he often go around dressed as Xiao Xingchen? Was he playing with the life they had in Yi City? Pretending he was still there? Or was it a one-time thing to trick Wei Wuxian into dropping his guard? I also wonder how often he used his own sword because only after Lan Zhan took Shuanghua from him did he pull out Jiangzai. That could be because he was acting as Xiao Xingchen, but we can’t be sure. However, that isn’t the point. Right now, Wei Wuxian was Xue Yang’s only option because the Yiling Patriarch surely knew things he didn’t. Xue Yang had lived with Xiao Xingchen’s corpse for those seven years, keeping him in pristine condition. I’m pretty sure the only way Xue Yang could have done this was by giving him spiritual energy every day, which would be incredibly draining. I don’t think Xue Yang had an exceptionally strong golden core to begin with either. He is primarily a demonic cultivator, which means he doesn’t use his golden core often. It must have taken most of his strength to keep Xiao Xingchen’s body in such good condition. But anything for daozhang, right? Xue Yang needed Xiao Xingchen’s body to be perfect when he returned. He also put aside his pride and used Song Lan for protection all those years. He kept the one person he continued to hate with a burning passion around him for so long.

When Wei Wuxian tells Xue Yang he can’t bring Xiao Xingchen back to life because his soul is too broken, Xue Yang refuses to believe it. It’s been seven years already; he can’t give up now. Deep down, I believe Xue Yang knows Xiao Xingchen wouldn’t want anything to do with him even if he did come back, but he can’t figure out why. Because nothing was his fault, of course.

Something Wei Wuxian said really struck me as I went back to rewatch episode 39. Before the fight, Wei Wuxian turns to Xue Yang and says, “you disgust him to the core, yet you still want to pull him back to play this stupid game.” Xue Yang responds with “I want nothing of the kind.” And he’s being honest. He doesn’t want a stupid game — he wants something real. He wants a life where Xiao Xingchen knows his identity and stays with him in spite of it. He just wants one person to accept him as he is, but that will never, nor could ever, happen —not with all the crimes he has committed.

When Lan Wangji cut off his arm, leaving Xue Yang bleeding on the ground, I think he knew it was over. There was nothing left for him now. He was never getting Xiao Xingchen back. He never had him in the first place, not in any way that counted. So he laughs, blood spilling from his lips, to cover up the tears he wishes he could cry.

He’s ready when Song Lan stabs him, dying with a smile on his face as he gazes at the last piece of candy Xiao Xingchen had ever given him. It’s blackened and inedible, yet Xue Yang held on to it for so long; it was a reminder of his daozhang and of why he was fighting so hard. Like his character song said, he was “too determined to let go.”

It’s kind of sad that even in death, he was never respected by anyone other than Xiao Xingchen, and all of that was built on a lie. He didn’t even get a proper burial, although I suppose he kind of deserved it. Xue Yang is the character I pity the most in this series. He isn’t a good person, nowhere near it, and he deserved the end he got, but I wish things could have been different. What hurts is that it just as easily could have been Wei Wuxian. If Xue Yang had been taken in as a child; if he’d had his own Jiang Fengmian, his own Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli, he could have been happier. Maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe he would have met Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan and started a sect with them. Realistically, he and Xiao Xingchen would never be lovers because Xiao Xingchen was so strongly connected to Song Lan, but I think they could have been friends.

However, one question I still have is did Xue Yang fall in love with Xiao Xingchen because of how he treated him or because of the person Xiao Xingchen really was? If they had met under different circumstances (and if Xue Yang had had a support system when he was young), would Xue Yang have still fallen in love with him? I guess that’s up to the viewer to decide.

Ultimately, Xue Yang is still a sociopath who can’t understand empathy or feel remorse, so I don’t think he regretted any of his crimes. However, I do believe that Xue Yang regretted the consequences of his actions in Yi City. He didn’t want Xiao Xingchen to die, but his actions were what caused his death. It’s more of a dissatisfaction with where things ended up than feeling guilty for his death. Although I don’t think Xue Yang felt remorseful, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t grieving, nor does it mean his feelings for Xiao Xingchen weren’t as genuine as they could have been.

I don’t know where Xue Yang or Xiao Xingchen will end up now, but I hope they’ll both be happy in their next lives. The same goes for A-Qing and Song Lan (when he finally meets his true end). There are so many things that contributed to Xue Yang’s unstable mind, but I think the moral of the story is that it pays to be kind. If just one person had taken pity on him as a child — had shown him that there was good in the world — I wonder what kind of person he would have become.

I already know how cruel fate is

Not looking, not asking, not grieving, not hating

Waiting to relive my life just for a single person

Ups and downs in life

I would leave no regrets

I tried searching in the darkness of night

When I am trapped in the past

I still hope that a flicker of light will appear in my heart

The legend of this lonely city

Who came here before?

And gifted to me my karma

I am waiting for this karma to liberate spirits, liberate souls, and liberate me

Even though I am already too determined to let go

If I get rid of these inner demons

Would you forgive me?

Gaining freedom from destiny, starting all over again

#xue yang #yi city #xuexiao #xiao xingchen #song lan #song zichen #fandom essay #character study #character analysis #a qing #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jin guangyao #the untamed #cql #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #featuring XY's character song lyrics for maximum ouch #why do I love the evil candyman #someone explain #he is tragic sad boi #still don't forgive him tho #XXC deserved better #but then again #so did XY

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Cabin Life - First Date

A/N: I seriously fell in love with this AU so hard. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in a cabin with Sonny. Once again, thanks to @berniesilvas for fueling this AU and letting me scream at her about woodsman!Sonny.

Tags: injured birds, otherwise none

Words: 1529

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After that meeting, Sonny called you, asking you on a date. You weren’t quite sure what to expect; you were still new in coming back to the woods, and you weren’t sure what a date really entailed. But, your parents were quick to mention, if it was a date with Sonny Carisi, then it would be fine.

“Everyone loves Sonny; he’s the nicest guy around, and a breath of fresh air in the community,” your mom said.

He showed up at your place that afternoon; he lived in a cabin about a mile away. Within walking distance, but not something you would particularly do on your own. He didn’t seem to mind, though; he wasn’t even out of breath.

“Hey doll. I was thinking we could go for a stroll in the woods? There’s a meadow in between our cabins that’s just breathtakin’ in the setting sunlight,” he said, smiling.

You agreed, grabbing your coat; the autumn air was starting to get a little chilly. Your parents greeted him, and he waved back, telling them he’d bring you home at a decent hour. You stifled a chuckle; you were both in your late 20s.

Your shoes crunched over the leaves covering the ground, Sonny crunching along right beside you. He was telling you about his family, about how they wanted him to visit for Thanksgiving, so he’d have to go back to Staten. As he talked, your hands brushed, and you gently took his hand in yours. He tripped over his words for a moment, then smiled and interlaced his fingers with yours before continuing on.

It had barely seemed like you had been with him before you were coming out of a copse of trees into a meadow. Soft grass to your knees swayed in the gentle breeze, and bees buzzed from flower to flower. The sunlight was dimming as the sun sunk beneath the trees.

“Wow,” you breathed, and Sonny squeezed your hand.

He took a step into the meadow, then stopped and turned to look at you. “Just wait; it gets better,” he promised. Eyes wide with awe, you let him guide you forward into the meadow, your eyes trying to take it all in. It was simply beautiful.

Rabbits hopped through the grass on the other side of the meadow, and you caught a family of deer standing just beyond the trees, watching you.

“Ohh! Lavender!” you announced, your eyes finding the purple flower swaying just to the right of you.

Sonny turned and found it. “I love lavender; it smells so good.”

“It’s a natural stress reliever! I infuse it with my oils and lotions,” you replied, smiling at him.

His eyes widened slightly. “Ya do? Do ya make lots of oils and lotions?”

“I’m trying to make more, actually, as well as soap; I only just started researching natural, herbal remedies. Now, if only I could keep my lavender alive,” you said sheepishly.

He gave you a grin. “Ya know, I grow lavender, too, fer the bees. Maybe I could take a look at yours? See if I can help?”

“Oh, would you please? I’d be so grateful!”

“Absolutely, doll. And maybe once ya have some oils, I can buy some off ya.”

You gave him a look. “You’re not giving me a cent; you didn’t charge me for that slice of apple pie, and I’m not charging you for oils. Besides, here.” You took a lavender flower between your thumb and forefinger, crushing it, then held your fingers to his nose. “Smell.”

He did as you asked, the intake of air tickling your skin. “That smells amazing,” he sighed.

“You can do that for a quick rush of stress relief; it’s for a quick fix, not long term. But it helps,” you explained.

He grinned widely at you. “Well, I’m certainly not stressed right now.”

You opened your mouth to slip out a retort when you heard a little chirping by your feet. You glanced down and Sonny must’ve heard it, too, because he also looked. He gently parted a patch of grass and uncovered a baby bird there. It looked barely old enough to leave its nest, so why was it there?

Sonny quickly ripped his plaid jacket off his shoulders—exposing the tight, white shirt and his strong arms—then swooped down. Carefully, he picked up the bird, who was chirping incessantly now.

“Poor little thing; probably didn’t succeed in his first flight,” he cooed, his expression soft as he looked at the creature. Then, he glanced up at you. “I’m sorry, doll. Do ya mind terribly if we cut our date a little short? I wanna take this little birdy home, make sure it’s okay before releasin’ him.”

You felt your respect for him grow. “Not at all. Mind if I tag along?”

“I’d love that,” he replied, smiling. 

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You followed Sonny to his cabin, the bird chirping constantly. He brought it inside, placing it on his kitchen table and taking a seat in front of it. You sat down next to him and watched the bird while he scrolled through article after article on his phone pertaining to nursing birds back to health.

“Okay, so, this here says that the bird may just be in shock, and to put it in a cardboard box with a slightly ajar lid or towel. Then wait ta see if it flies away,” Sonny explained.

You nodded. “Should we take it back to the meadow, then?”

“Yeah; it’s a lil’ far, and I don’t think he’ll know how ta get back….”

You stood, smiling, “then let’s take it back.”

Sonny found a small box, and he put the bird—still nestled in his jacket—inside. Then he gingerly picked up the box, and you both headed back the way you came.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he said after a few steps. “I’m just draggin’ ya all over the place, and fer no real reason, and we missed the sun settin’ in the meadow.” He looked to the darkening sky, and picked up the pace of his steps.

You placed your hand on his shoulder. “Sonny, you have nothing to be sorry for; you were trying to help an animal in need. If anything, that makes you more attractive.”

A pink tint appeared on his ears and the spots on his cheek that his beard didn’t cover. “You really think I’m attractive?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “One of the most attractive people I’ve met.” That dopey smile of his grew twice as wide.

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You both waited in the meadow until the baby bird finally regained its senses and flew from the box. Then Sonny figured it was time to take you home. You linked your arm with his as you walked, and he walked closer to you, your body heat colliding.Once at your cabin, you searched for something to say, to keep him there; you weren’t ready to say goodnight yet.

“Oh! The lavender!” you announced, and Sonny smiled, as if he knew you were delaying. You tugged him back to your herb garden, and he took a close look at your slowly dying lavender with the light of his phone’s flashlight. He touched the crumbling leaves, then the soil, his brow furrowed.

“What kinda soil are ya usin’?” he asked, his voice serious.

You rose an eyebrow. “Just…regular, I guess?”

He nodded before looking up at the black sky covered in stars, judging what, you didn’t know. “Ya may need ta replant it elsewhere,” he finally said. “Ya need soil with good drainage; this soil is a little compacted. If ya separated it from the others, put it in soil mixed with grit, it should do wonders here.”

“Ugh, you’re a godsend, Sonny. I’ll dig it up and replant it tomorrow. Thank you so much,” you replied, giving him a hug.

He chuckled into your ear. “Don’t thank me yet; wait ta see if that fixes the problem first.”

You leaned back, nodding and smiling at him. He grinned back, and then you were kissing, his beard tickling your chin. You both still had your arms around the other, holding each other close as your lips moved against one another. He licked your lips, and you sighed, letting his tongue explore your mouth, rubbing and dancing with your own.

Slowly, he pulled his lips from yours, then snuck another small kiss, then another, and another. Finally, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing in the other’s air.

“Best. First date. Ever,” you murmured, and he huffed out a laugh against your lips.

“Even with the bird?” he asked, making you laugh this time.

“Especially with the bird,” you replied, and he smirked before kissing you again. You could never tire of his lips against yours, his beard tickling your chin, leaving a slight rash. Your hands when to his soft hair, and you grabbed a handful, giving him a soft tug. Everywhere he touched sent fire through you, and with his body pressed up against yours, it felt like you were an inferno. And you knew that from this moment on, you didn’t want to be put out.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing

[hyunjilicious]

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ Christmas Edition [bucky barnes]

Summary: it’s pretty self explanatory, I guess. (FLUFF) 1.6k

Warnings: absolutely none, just Bucky being cute, awkward and madly in love with you!!

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In 2018, you were in Namibia, hunting down an American terrorist that had been on the run for the better part of the year. In 2019, the avengers were scattered around the globe, executing a 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of mission that ended long after the new year began. But this year, all of your friends were home. For the first time in years, the Stark Tower was shining from top to bottom with Christmas lights, carols echoing down all of its long, secluded hallways. It was the first time you'd get to actually spend the night of 24th of December with your true family. That is, if you made it in time. Back on December 19th, you and Bucky got stuck in the depths of Louisiana, with absolutely no means of communication, let alone transportation. You decided to make the best out of the situation and turn it into a road trip, but time flew by so much faster than expected, that it was now 2:13 pm on Christmas eve, and you and Bucky were sprinting down the snow covered empty highways of the east coast, dead set on making it home in time. He wasn't that eager to get back and tried to get you to rent a hotel room and spend the night alone, but you weren't having it. He huffed and puffed about not giving a shit about Christmas, but it was the first one he could celebrate with people that loved him, in over 70 years. With every motel that you passed, he'd turn and look at you from the passenger seat, begging you to stop. You didn't even consider it. You wanted him to have the full Christmas experience. A storm was brewing and you were whiteknuckling the steering wheel, fighting back the urge to yawn for the 3rd time in the last 10 minutes. After driving for 7 hours straight, you were close to passing out, but nowhere near ready to give up. "Pull over, love" he smiled, grabbing your thigh, "Let me drive. I'll wake you up when we arrive"

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And of course Bucky refused to decorate. You spent the better half of the day rummaging through boxes and looking up diy tutorials on the Internet, doing your absolute best to make your bedroom as cozy and Christmasy as possible. Candles were scattered all over the furniture, their soft light and delicate cinnamon scent filling up the room, a small Santa Claus figurine was sitting neatly by the window, garlands dripped from every corner and your Christmas playlist was on shuffle for probably the 4th time that day. As you kept busy, lowkey exasperated whenever one ornament didn't fit in as planned, Bucky laid on the bed, making nasty comments with every chance he got. He complained about the music, said the room was too hot, that the candles made his nose feel funny and not for a second did he stop begging you to drop the fucking decorating and join him in bed. You didn't wanna hear it. You kept going, bringing in box after box of ornaments, each one making Bucky more and more frustrated.

"Buck!" you whined, turning around in your hands a little remote controlled reindeer. "His leg is stuck... he keeps falling"

"Throw it into the trash" he scoffed, plopping down on his back and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Of course you didn't listen to him. "No..." you mumbled, more to yourself. You sounded like a child, but you didn't care. Instead, you just sat down on the edge of the bed, all your attention focused on the broken toy in your hands, "I'll fix it somehow"

"Just throw the goddamned thing away, Y/n" he groaned, "Only on my nightstand there are other 3. We got enough"

You just shook your head, focused on getting the reindeer to walk again. It was no use. You got no utensils and your nails were threatening to break as you kept trying to open up his battery container. 5 minutes of painful silence followed, ending with you finally giving up, "I'll just put something under his leg and use it as a decoration" you whimpered, legitimately heartbroken over the toy.

"Fuck, just come here. Give it to me. I'll fix the damn thing for you"

Your heart swelled up, "Really?"

"Yeah..." Bucky sighed, grabbing a screwdriver out of his nightstand and picking up the toy. "Master assassin and I'm fixing toys" he mumbled under his breath and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

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Your version of paradise started just when you arrived at the tower on Christmas Eve. Bucky did as promised and then offered you a weak smile, full of warmth as he helped you out of the car when he parked in front of the Tower. You were beaming with excitement for the days that were to come. When the next morning arrived, you were sipping your coffee on the balcony, waiting for everyone to wake up so that you could all start unwrapping the presents. When the door opened you didn't expect Bucky to come out, as he never - ever, failed to sleep until noon, if given the chance. But there he was, wrapped in one of your comfy blankets, padding over to you with a coffee mug in his hand. When he reached you, he opened his arms and welcomed you against his chest, closing his hold around your body and engulfing you in the warmth of the blanket. It didn't take long until you noticed the little paper bag lodged under the elastic of his sweats, and when you asked about it, he cursed himself for ruining the surprise. He handed you the bag, and urged you to open it, insisting that it wasn't your present. When you did, your eyes landed on a knitted bunny clutching a heart to its chest. "An old lady was selling these a few weeks ago at a boutique I saw while waiting for you to meet me. I know you love to call me Bucky Bunny because you know how much I hate it. I forgot about it and came across it this morning at the bottom of my bag while searching for my charger. Now I think its stupid, a dumb rabbit and his eyes are a little bit fucked up, but he's cute and it reminded me of you, so here you go"

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As much love as some of you had for the holiday, it still wasn't enough to convince the whole group to actually watch a Christmas movie. So, in true avenger spirit, you all decided to watch Terminator. After finishing dinner, you all scattered around the Tower. Some people left to change in more comfortable clothes, some helped clean up the kitchen, and some, like Bucky and Thor, remained in the living room, plopped in the middle of the couch, fangirling over Arnold Schwarzenegger's acting and the great sense of humour of the 90s. Eventually everyone gathered around them, you and Wanda being the last ones to show up. She cuddled against Vision's side, but Bucky was lodged in between Thor and Steve, and there was no way you'd ever ask any of them to move. Seeing you eye an open spot, Bucky waved you over as he stood up. "Here, take my seat". You wanted to object but he didn't want to hear it. Eventually, you sat down, and so did he, on the floor, right in front of you. Nonchalantly, Bucky pulled your legs apart and settled between them, with his back against the couch. He gathered your Christmas themed sock clad feet into his lap and rested his head against your knee as the movie began.

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And like any other Christmas dinner, of course yours wasn't an exception. Natasha's recipe for apple pie was by definition the best that ever blessed the earth and none of the attendees was any stranger to that. Considering how many of you there were, as you made a point of spending the end of the year together, 2 batches had to be made. It was hectic, everyone fuzzing around the Tower, preparations on tow the whole day. And of course there would be repercussions for the chaotic atmosphere, but you'd only find out about them later. After burning through the first meal courses of the evening, it was finally time for her sweet delicacy to grace the table. Natasha neatly placed the two pies on either end of the table, proudly announcing you could all dig in. Bucky was seated to your right, and he unlike you, managed to grab a piece of pie from the first batch. You didn't think too much of it, until you started eating yours, only to realise the bottom was burned. Despite all of you trying to assure Natasha that it was not her fault and that she shouldn't beat herself up about it, she promised she'd make another one tomorrow. The night carried on as planned, but no matter how much you tried to push away the thought, you couldn't help but feel bitter about missing out on the good pie. Just when you were about to come to your senses and realise what a dumb reason for you to get upset that was, Bucky sent you text, asking you to come to the bedroom. Curious as to what this could have been about, you hurried upstairs and burst into the room, nearly crashing into Bucky's chest. He slammed the door behind you and handed you his plate - his slice of pie only halfway eaten. "I saved you a piece. These are jackals, I had to hide it. Dig in before anyone comes!"

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On December 27th the buzz was starting to die down. When you put up the lights in your bedroom, Bucky said they could stay on for two days and two days only, and you reluctantly agreed to make a compromise. Just this time. The time to turn them off came last night, and since he offered to let them on until the morning, you felt like an unreasonable little shit if you were to ask him to turn them on again. It was about 7pm and you were two seasons deep in The X Files, and Wanda asked for your help. Bucky pulled out his phone and assured you he wouldn't watch ahead until you got back. It took you about 30 to help your friend with her problem, and when you returned to your room, confusion washed over you. The Christmas lights were on and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck" he grunted.

You turned around to see him behind you, standing in the doorway, two cocoa mugs in his hands, "I made these cause I know you like them. And I wanted to surprise you with the lights but vision is a dumbass and forgot to text me and tell me when you were almost done"

"So she didn't actually need help folding the bed sheets?" you laughed, endeared by his antics.

"Of course she didn't" Bucky shook his head, handing you one of the mugs, "She's not an imbecile"

"Oh my god" you giggled in disbelief as you sat down on the bed.

"I'll squirt shit nuggets out of my ass for two days, so please tell me at least I got the recipe right" 

He was so adorable, anxiously waiting for you to taste the cocoa he just made. "It's so good!" you rolled your eyes in pleasure, taking another sip, "Thank you, you're too sweet, Buck"

"Yeah, I know-" he chuckled, grabbing the mug from your palm and placing it on the nightstand. "I got one more present for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands"

"No, Buck-" you whined, "I didn't get you anything else-"

He dismissed your words in an instant and kissed your lips, before guiding your hands up. You opened them up and closed your eyes, curious about what he could have gotten you. First, you heard him shuffle around the bed, and then you felt something rather itchy touch your palms. You nearly burst into laughter when you realised it was his chin.

"Ok, open your eyes"

And as you did so, your eyes landed on Bucky's face, as he had placed his head on your hands. He was wearing a tiara with reindeer ears, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're my present?" you beamed, throwing yourself against his chest.

"My face is the present-" he corrected you. "Guess what it does. Take your leggings off and you'll find out"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan fluff

[joestarwhore]

Um... Can I get a fem nymph x Jotaro part4 pls headcanon or fic your choice :)

ok this idea is so fucking cool and so i’m gonna make this into a three part saga !! ♥️

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Yandere!4taro x AFAB!Nymph!Reader - The Myth & The Legend:

PART ONE

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Morioh, Japan.

Of all the places you could find a grove to live in, it HAD to be this shit hole.

Being born a nymph, you had no desire to live among the city people. Your small little cottage in the grove of the forest suited you just fine. No people knocking on your door, no silly humans messing up your forestland; life out here was simply perfect & quiet, just exactly how you wanted it!

& it wasn’t that you couldn’t blend in! You could make yourself blend if you absolutely needed to, but you just don’t need to. What of the human world could you possibly need?

On a day like today, you chose to let your back door be open and let the little animals come in to be with you. Two small squirrels ran in and perched themselves up top on your window sill. Their small chirping making your cheeks crinkle in laughter.

“Hi little ones!” You greeted them with two small pieces of fruit, them both chattering happily as they take it into their paws. Soon, a rabbit and a little fawn came scampering in behind them.

“Well hello to you too!” You gave the deer a slice of your apple and the bunny a small carrot out of your cabinet. All 4 animals eating their little snacks made you smile ear to ear, making sure that everyone had a place to lay down or a clear exit for the door.

knock knock knock.

Your head snapped towards the door, the little animals taking their snacks and running to the backyard. Fear stirred in your stomach, why are you getting visitors?? Why does anyone know you’re here?

You slowly stepped your way to the door, a shaky hand taking your door handle and twisting it to the left. You swung the door open to reveal a tall, black haired man in a white suit standing in your entry.

“I’m sorry to bother you miss, but i’m lost in these woods & my compass isn’t reading any direction.” You watch in hesitation as he swings around his bag, showing you a black square with a picture of him in it with his name written in a human script. “Do you think you could help me out in any way?”

You took a shaky breath as you looked up at him, looking for any sign of deception. City people don’t come out here unless they’re trying to make bad things happen, right?

“Are you gonna hurt my grove?” you meekly asked the tall man, his eyes looking confused for a split second after you ask.

“No, nothing like that. I’m simply lost and I can’t find my way back to town.”, He reassured you, making sure you could see him & that he had nothing to commit any harm with. You looked up at the sky to see the sun was falling, & the nocturnal animals were starting to stir. Humans don’t know how to handle them very well, & you wouldn’t feel good about just leaving the poor man in the woods all alone. He looks well enough to take care of himself, but it would be awful if you to just turn him away!

You looked around warily, making sure nothing else was around you both. The tree line around your small little grove was slowly coming alive, the animals who called it home starting their adventures of the night. Luckily, they were the only ones there. You guessed he was really telling the truth to you then.

“Um.. y-you should probably stay here tonight,” you quietly say, the mans eyebrows rising slightly at your words, “T-the woods aren’t good for people like you at night. You could use my spare room if you’d like, I just have to go get another bed & bedframe from my storage area.”

The tall man gave you a kind nod, “Thank you, I’d be glad to take your offer.”

You moved back, letting your temporary roommate come into your small home. The man moved his bag into your couch, taking a look around the room until his eyes landed on you.

Your cheeks reddened as you felt his eyes look you up and down, taking in your frame & your green colored pajamas.

“My name is Jotaro Kujo, by the way,” he said softly, sitting on your long sectional. “Do you have a name?”

You looked over to him as you went and got out a sandwich tray you had stored in your fridge that held different little things for him to eat. ‘Maybe he’ll like this?? What do city people like??’

Jotaro took a sandwich off the tray, giving you thanks for it.

“My n-name is (Y/N).” You said slowly, making sure you said it clearly for him to hear.

“(Y/N). That’s a pretty name.”

You gently smiled, your cheeks becoming red once again as you sat on the couch. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.”

You were beginning to enjoy having Jotaro Kujo around; he was very nice and very calming.

But that would soon, soon change.

Quicker than you thought.

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