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SEASONS IN LOVE (PART II)

Sanemi x F!Reader (modern college AU)

Sanemi meets Y/N in January and isn't a fan. As the seasons pass by, their evolving relationship becomes defined by a handful snapshots from the various holidays throughout the year.

CW: modern college AU • 6.6k words • tooth-rotting fluff • college typical drinking and debauchery • some mildly suggestive content • Sanemi is a massive simp

PART ONE HERE

December 24th – Christmas Eve.

Sanemi was hunched over, back turned against the icy wind that threatened to shred through the layers of his coat and sweater, as he waited for someone to answer the door.

A few weeks ago, he would’ve said to anyone that he hadn’t minded the snow — after all, the snow is what led to Y/N smiling — at him, no less — for the first time since he’d met her, and that memory had been more that enough to keep him warm through the fall of every snowflake coating the earth.

He took it all back. Y/N’s smile was a damn pretty sight, but absolutely nothing could insulate him against the near sub-arctic winds that cut through him like a knife as he shifted impatiently from foot to foot on the Kanroji’s front porch.

“God dammit, Mitsuri,” he growled. He unwound a stiff arm from where it’d been tightly tucked against his chest, prepared to start pounding against the oak of her parents’ front door, when the pink party host threw it open, her smile bright and cheerful and warm in a way that Sanemi was not.

“It’s about time!” She chirped, standing aside to let her scowling friend through and into the front entryway of her home.

Mitsuri held her hand out as she waited for Sanemi to pass her his coat. “Everyone else is here already — help yourself to any snacks you want.” Mitsuri snatched the gift-wrapped package lodged under his arm before he could say anything. “I’ll take this,” she waved it, nose crinkling with amusement at Sanemi’s indignant glare. “And I’ll put it with the others!”

Before he could respond, his pink-haired friend traipsed away back to the open floor plan of her living room and kitchen, leaving Sanemi to brush the snowflakes that had gathered on his trousers and remove his boots and leave them with the others’ scattered by the closet of Mitsuri’s parents’ home.

Every year, the bubbly and exuberant pinkette hosted a Christmas Eve for her friends at her parents’ complete with an absurd array of holiday-themed snacks, games, and Secret Santa.

In years past, Sanemi only ever deigned to show up as a courtesy to his friend, eagerly awaiting the day when he could blame needing to take care of his siblings on Christmas Eve as an excuse not to go. After his family had been killed, however, Sanemi had begun spending the Christmas holidays with Kyojuro’s family, along with Tengen, and so, he’d been forced to continue the tradition, given the enthusiasm his flame-haired best friend had for the over-the-top celebration.

This year, however, was Y/N’s first time attending Mitsuri’s annual fete; and curiously, Sanemi found himself growing more and more excited as the time for the celebration drew nearer.

That excitement only bubbled in his gut as he padded towards the Kanroji’s packed living room, eyes scanning for the sight of the one he was most eager — and anxious — to see.

Y/N spotted him from her position on one of the overstuffed leather armrests by the fireplace and shot out of her seat, nearly toppling Shinobu in the process.

“You made it!” Her smile was blazing, a now permanent fixture on her face that Sanemi found himself sneaking furtive glances at throughout the day, afraid that he would miss it.

“Wait,” Y/N stopped an arm’s length from him as she ran her eyes over his form. “Are we matching?”

Sanemi looked down at the outfit he had thrown on (carefully selected) prior to leaving his apartment and back to the amused woman before him. She was dressed in a black turtleneck sweater, tucked into a pair of belted, vintage, loose jeans that she had cuffed to show her festive Christmas socks.

“Just the turtleneck. I don’t do jeans.” Sanemi snorted, flicking her nose affectionately.

Y/N, however, looked better than he. Her hair was loosely secured with a clip at her neck, and she wore no accessories save for a pair of oversized gold framed glasses that she claimed were to help with blue light strains, but Sanemi was convinced she just liked wearing them for fun.

He tried very hard not to stare too long at her full lips — painted a bright, festive red that Sanemi found he really liked.

“I should’ve brought my lipstick along, then we could’ve really twinned,” Y/N’s eyes were alight with her mirth as she teased him.

Had Sanemi been a tad bolder, he would’ve cheekily suggested another way he could get her lipstick on his mouth, but he wasn’t, so all he could do was grumble, a faint red staining his cheeks.

Mitsuri clapped loudly over the chattering group. “Friends! Dearly beloveds! Snacks are over there,” she pointed to a long table packed heavy with various holiday goodies. “And the hot chocolate bar is open! Get a snack and get settled before secret Santa!”

“When you say ‘bar,’ ‘Suri,” Tengen prodded.

The pinkette nodded solemnly. “Yes, you can make spiked hot chocolate, Tengen.”

The flashy, silver-haired man let out a whoop for joy as he made a beeline for the hot chocolate bar carefully organized by their pink-haired host. Before long, Tengen had blessed each of their drinks with a healthy splash of Irish cream, though Sanemi suspected the loudmouth’s own mug was nothing but the festive liquor.

“Nope,” Sanemi fought to keep the grimace off his face as he took a swig of his hot chocolate, the bitter burn of alcohol making him pucker. “Giyuu, drink this — it’s plain.”

The quiet, raven-haired man gratefully accepted the steaming mug from his friend and took a hearty gulp of it, frowning slightly when he realized Sanemi had indeed given him his own spiked drink.

Sanemi pretended to look affronted at Giyuu’s accusatory stare. “What? I thought you’d need it — aren’t you going home to Kocho’s after this?”

Giyuu considered Sanemi’s words for a moment before tipping his head back and swallowing the remainder of the mug’s contents.

Y/N came prancing over from the kitchen, her own mug of hot chocolate cupped between her hands, to where Sanemi now sat on the large sofa, but before she could sit down, Gyomei plopped down, nearly crushing her in the process.

“Apologies, Y/N,” the gentle giant said upon hearing Y/N’s squeak. “I didn’t realize you wanted to sit beside Sanemi.”

If Sanemi hadn’t known better, he would’ve sworn that was a blush spreading across her cheeks. “No worries!” She chirped, twisting around awkwardly to find a new spot.

Sanemi grimaced. He was about to tell her to sit on the arm rest of the sofa next to him, but Shinobu called her over first, the two girls squeezing into a single-person armchair, as Shinobu threw her legs over Y/N’s lap to make room.

Secret Santa proceeded without much fuss. Sanemi was happy to receive a box of high-quality matcha from his anonymous gift-giver, though Shinobu’s lack of a poker face gave away who’d gifted it. Sanemi winked at his tiny friend, clutching the tea box tightly to his chest.

Y/N was practically buzzing with excitement. Mitsuri had hardly discerned the name scrawled on the tag of her giftbox before she’d lunged forward, nearly toppling Shinobu out of her lap.

“My turn!” The expression on Y/N’s face was that of a greedy child’s as she wriggled her fingers demandingly at Mitsuri in anticipation of her present.

The pinkette dropped the heavy box into her friend’s eager hands, Y/N giving a small oomph! against the weight of the gift.

Sanemi watched his best friend tear into her present with vigor, similar to the way a hyena tore into its prey, tufts of wrapping paper floating down beside her as she beheld the grocery store box within.

“What the—?” Y/N’s eyebrows were drawn together as she turned the container over in her hands, eyes squinting as she read the label printed on the cardboard.

“No fucking way,” Her eyes blew wide as she held the box closer to her face in disbelief. “No fucking way!”

Y/N’s laugh bordered on maniacal as she clapped her hands, ripping into the cardboard as she produced one, fat candy bar, wrapped in unfamiliar purple foil.

“My chocolate!” She crowed, dumping the contents of the box out onto her lap. A dozen large, heavy candy bars thudded to the floor, the packaging on each bearing some foreign language and description. “I can’t believe my Secret Santa found them!”

Sanemi smirked quietly to himself. Sure, he’d rigged the Secret Santa pool to ensure that he magically drew Y/N’s name from the hat full of paper Mitsuri had passed around at their weekly dinner a few weeks prior, but he’d only done it because he’d already ordered Y/N’s Christmas gift from overseas.

For ages, she’d not shut up about a particular kind of chocolate that she’d had while abroad with her family one summer. Y/N had moaned to everyone that chocolate at home just didn’t taste the same, and she longed to have just one more taste of the candy she’d come to love while on holiday, though she hadn’t been able to track it down online.

But Sanemi had; he’d found a website that put him in contact with a local, who then used his bank information to clear out an entire grocery store’s supply of the confectionary. It was risky, but he was a man in love, so what else could he do but chance it?

“Over my dead fucking body —“ Y/N threatened, as Mitsuri tried to snatch a bar from her hand.

As Sanemi sat there, smugly sipping his non-spiked hot chocolate, he mused that the look of pure glee on Y/N’s face was well worth his account getting hacked not even a week after his order arrived.

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The Christmas Eve party continued until the late afternoon, at which point the group of friends began to help their host clean up the discarded snacks and empty mugs of hot chocolate before each of them set off for their respective homes for the night.

Y/N was the only one in their group who had to take a train back to her parents’, her hometown being over three hours away from campus, and so, she was the first who had to leave the merry fete.

Sanemi had offered to drive Y/N the forty-minute trip to the train station so she wouldn’t be stuck paying for an Uber, and truthfully, he was glad to have nearly an hour of uninterrupted time with her before she went home for the week.

“Ready?” He asked her as he looped his wool scarf over his head, bracing himself to be smacked in the face by the icy wind that howled outside the warmth of the Kanroji house.

Y/N finished tugging on a pair of gloves before sliding into her emerald green wool coat. “One sec!”

Y/N darted back to the living room where their other friends exchanged goodbyes and flung her arms around her pink-haired best friend’s neck.

From where he stood near the Kanroji doorway, Sanemi could see the pinkette whisper a few words of encouragement into Y/N’s ear, her face uncharacteristically serious as she squeezed her best friend one more time. Sanemi knew that Mitsuri had been comforting Y/N leading up to her first holiday season at home since her brother died, and he felt a rush of gratitude for the girl as he saw Y/N’s shoulders visibly relax under the warmth of her words.

Y/N returned, her eyes sparkling with unshed emotion that she quickly tried to wipe with her gloved hands. “I’m ready!” She said thickly, plastering a smile on her face.

Sanemi sighed, but slung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her tightly into his side before releasing her. Y/N nodded in gratitude, sniffing once, before wrenching the front door of the Kanroji house open, allowing the icy winds beyond to whip across their faces.

The drive to the train station was uneventful, though Y/N had been sure to provide him with “entertainment” by singing loudly, off-key, to every Christmas song that crackled over the ancient speakers in Sanemi’s beat-up station wagon.

He wouldn’t have traded the smile emblazoned in her face, nor the sound of her raucous laughter, for the world however, not even for the sake of his ringing eardrums.

The duo parked and Sanemi heaved her suitcase out of his trunk. As they made their way towards the train platform, Sanemi fought the urge to take her hand in his, as the snowflakes swirled around them.

“So, how did you find it?” Y/N asked after a moment, her train turning the corner into the station right on time, slowing in the distance as it prepared to stop.

Her snowy-haired friend played dumb. “Find what, exactly?”

She gave him a sly smile. “Sanemi. You’re the only one who would’ve paid attention to me when I complained about some foreign chocolate that you can’t get anywhere but that country. Of course, it was you.”

Sanemi gave her a wry grin. “My credit card may’ve been hacked, but it was worth it. Got ya the whole store shelf, didn’t I?” He nudged her elbow playfully with his own and she giggled.

He would never tire of hearing that sound.

Y/N’s train slowed into the station terminal, and she sighed, parking her small suitcase next to her as she stepped forward and threw her arms around his shoulders.

“Merry Christmas, Sanemi.” She whispered, squeezing him gently.

It would’ve been nice to say it back — to say anything at all, but Sanemi found himself unable to make a sound, a hand only able to come up and awkwardly pat her back just as she pulled away. Whether or not his awkwardness affected her, Y/N didn’t show, for she only gave him one more radiant smile before boarding her train home.

“See you at the cabin!” She said brightly, stepping through the double doors, suitcase in hand.

Sanemi was still standing on the platform in bemusement at his inability to say or do other than stare at her, as though his brain had become nothing but a smooth rock rattling around inside his skull.

Y/N turned to wave at him, the doors to the train still open for the last few stragglers to board, but her smile slid from her face as she beheld him, staring at her with a fiery intensity.

What’s wrong-“ she started.

“I’m in love with you.” He said breathlessly, and to his horror, she froze, her mouth parting and her eyes going wide.

“What?”

But Sanemi could not answer her; he could not even make his traitorous mouth work as the doors slid shut and the train began its slow pull out of the terminal.

Y/N stood there, just past the doors, staring at him with that same, stunned expression until the train car rounded a corner and pulled her from sight.

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More than an hour later, Sanemi arrived at the Rengoku family home where he was to spend Christmas Eve and the following morning. He kicked his boots off inside the festively decorated entryway, greeted Kyojuro’s parents, and stomped downstairs to the furnished basement where he knew his two friends would be gathered.

Tengen and Kyojuro were sprawled across the plush L-shaped sofa, both silent as they huddled over former’s phone as they listened to whomever was on the other end.

Kyojuro saw Sanemi first and smacked Tengen on the shoulder, the latter looking up as both his friends went wide-eyed.

“Obanai — hold on, he just got here.” Tengen muttered.

“What?” Sanemi demanded, a heat creeping up the side of his neck as his friends stared at him, mouths open.

Tengen pointed at his phone. “Obanai’s on. Apparently Y/N has been talking the girls for the last hour and a half because someone —“ he narrowed his eyes at Sanemi. “Decided to tell her they were in love with her right as her train was leaving?”

Sanemi wondered, briefly, whether it was possible for one’s stomach to fall out of their ass.

“Are you stupid?” Tengen asked, and Sanemi resented the fact he’d almost sounded serious.

“Put Obanai on speaker,” Sanemi muttered, flinging himself down on the sofa next to Kyojuro.

Tengen rolled his eyes but did as Sanemi asked. In the background, Sanemi could hear a faint, shrill voice ranting, and he felt his gut clench. Mitsuri.

“-and now, it’s Christmas Eve and instead of spending it with our girlfriends, Giyuu and I are playing chess for the third fucking time, because that’s how long the girls have been on the phone with Y/N.” Obanai drawled. “Not that it hasn’t been entertaining — ‘Suri is convinced Y/N should’ve pushed you onto the tracks, Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi grit his teeth. “What did Y/N say, Obanai?”

His friend muttered something under his breath that sounded like an insult, but Sanemi said nothing, waiting as he heard Obanai’s voice grow smaller as he left the phone in favor of approaching the girls.

Sanemi’s stomach dipped at the renewed sound of indignant screeching that crackled through the phone, Tengen and Kyojuro snickering.

“Fine, alright, okay, stop yelling,” Obanai’s reedy and exasperated voice grew louder as he neared the phone again, though Sanemi could still hear the muffled sounds of Mitsuri squawking in the background.

“Mitsuri said you’re gonna have to man up and talk to Y/N yourself,” Obanai relayed, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. “And Shinobu said she doesn’t care enough about you to break girl code.”

Sanemi groaned, throwing an arm over his face as he leaned back into the sofa cushions, wishing he’d saved Y/N the trouble, and jumped in front of her oncoming train himself.

“How do I unfuck this?” He intoned to no one in particular, lifting the arm over his eyes to squint at his two friends as they continued to suppress their shit-eating smirks.

“You could try texting her,” Kyojuro offered, though Tengen shook his head in disagreement.

“You can’t just send a text right after confessing your undying love for her as her train was leaving,” the flamboyant man chided, clicking his phone off and kicking his feet up on the coffee table before him. “That’s like begging her to curse your ass out.”

Sanemi grumbled but he knew Tengen was right; whatever conversation he would have with Y/N would have to be in-person. She deserved that much, at least.

Tengen leaned back against the sofa, twiddling the toothpick wedged between his teeth, eyes narrowed at Sanemi in contemplation. “I thought you two hooked up back over the summer?”

Sanemi snorted, shaking his head, as Kyojuro quipped, “You’re thinking of Obanai and Kanroji.”

Their silver-haired friend looked back to Sanemi, eyebrow raising in incredulity. “You’re telling me, all this time, you two’ve been making eyes at one another and you haven’t been fucking?”

“Watch it,” Sanemi bristled, and Tengen held his hands up in surrender.

“Jesus you move slow,” he mumbled, and Sanemi chucked one of the decorative pillows lying next to him at his head, Tengen effortlessly batting the projectile away. “Is she coming to the cabin next week?”

He was referring to the spacious cabin their group had rented up in the snowy mountains to celebrate New Year’s Eve together, wanting a place large enough to accommodate them all, yet secluded enough that they wouldn’t cause too much harm when one of them inevitably set a tree on fire while drunkenly trying to set off fireworks.

Sanemi nodded, and Tengen’s smile turned smug. “Then I guess you’ll have to wait ‘til then to find out what she thinks.”

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December 31st – New Year’s Eve

Sanemi Shinazugawa had never experienced torture, but the seven-day stretch between Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve was about as close as he’d thought he’d ever get.

By the time he, Tengen, and Kyojuro had loaded up his station wagon with their duffel bags and enough booze to open their own traveling liquor store, Sanemi thought the anxious buzz in his blood would make him jump out of his skin.

He’d not spoken to Y/N since saying goodbye to her at the train station — not really. He’d responded to her Merry Christmas! text in their larger group chat with his own holiday well-wishes, and she’d simply reacted to the message. Otherwise, his phone had remained remarkably silent, without so much as a meme from the woman who held his heart.

He knew that he couldn’t assume her silence meant the worst, even as his brain tried to convince him it was all it meant. After all, Y/N was experiencing her first holiday season without her brother, and Sanemi knew the emotions of such a milestone were far more likely to hold her attention than his pitiful love confession.

He felt nearly sick by the time he pulled into the circular driveway of the enormous log cabin, seated up the hill and a way back from the main road, surrounded only by an endless stretch of snow-covered trees and forest. As he helped Kyojuro unload the cases of beer and bottles of champagne from his trunk, Sanemi spied Mitsuri’s pink Volkswagen parked at the other end of the driveway, next to Gyomei’s Hummer.

Sanemi’s stomach flipped as Tengen unlocked the back door of the cabin, loudly calling out to their friends in greeting in that booming voice of his. Giyuu and Mitsuri leaned over the bannister of the staircase leading to the second floor, waving as the remainder of the friend group straggled through the door, stomping shoes against the welcome mat to clear themselves of any lingering snow.

Sanemi’s eyes met Mitsuri’s and the pinkette’s narrowed, as she promptly turned away from him with a pointed harrumph.

Kyojuro snorted as Sanemi sighed, and they heaved the case of beer they’d brought into the kitchen and on the counter.

It was going to be a long day.

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Y/N emerged from the room she was sharing with Shinobu and Mitsuri not long after he’d arrived, decked out in some sparkly get-up of Mitsuri’s that was more suited to wearing out at the club than it was for staying in, though Sanemi wasn’t about to complain.

She’d cheerfully greeted every one of their friends with hugs and her smiles until she came to him. Thankfully, Y/N was far less awkward than he, and she’d only hesitated for a moment before giving him a hug that Sanemi found did not last nearly long enough.

As the group settled in with their drinks and grazed at the smorgasbord of food and snacks laid out in the kitchen, Sanemi caught sight of Y/N watching him, eyes expectant. He tried to muster the courage to approach her, to ask her if they could talk in private, but Sanemi balked at the weight of both Tengen and Mitsuri’s knowing stares as they flicked back and forth between himself and Y/N.

He couldn’t do this with an audience; he could only hope that Y/N would understand.

Yet, Y/N looked slightly hurt at the way Sanemi turned and struck up a conversation with Obanai and Gyomei, and Sanemi could feel at least one pair of eyes hurling daggers into his back as he remained turned away, no doubt from Y/N’s pink, livid best friend.

This was going to be damn near impossible, and yet, it was entirely his fault to begin with, as he’d been the one to stupidly blurt out that he loved Y/N to her without properly preparing himself for the moment; and now, it was his situation to un-fuck.

Somehow.

And so, Sanemi merely opened another beer and took a hearty swig of its contents, hoping to gain the liquid courage he’d need to finally confront her head-on.

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Sanemi had downed two flutes of champagne since the sun had set and he still found himself jittery and uneasy as he continued to dodge Y/N’s pleading looks.

He felt like an asshole, especially right then, as the year wound down to its last half hour. Sanemi was standing in the kitchen alone, turning over a bottle of champagne in his hands as he debated taking it along with him when he went to find Y/N, and work things out between them. Perhaps they could open it in celebration if it turned out that she returned his feelings; if not, he could always drown his sorrows in the bubbly.

“If you don’t grow a pair and talk to Y/N, I’m making out with her at midnight,” Shinobu threatened, brushing by Sanemi to grab another bottle of cheap champagne to uncork. “Right in front of you.”

Sanemi shot her a shit-eating smirk. “Don’t think your boyfriend would be a fan of that idea,” he challenged, grabbing the opened bottle from Shinobu’s hand and pouring himself another glass of sparkling wine.

“I support it,” Giyuu called out from the living room, much to his girlfriend’s satisfaction and Sanemi’s irritation.

Shinobu tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned sharply away from him on her heel. “I rest my case.”

At that, Shinobu departed with a shrill reminder for him to man up! and Sanemi was left alone in the kitchen once more. With a deep inhale, Sanemi lifted his champagne flute to his lips and tipped back its contents, swallowing his champagne in a single wet gulp, before setting the glass back in the counter, and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

He set out to find Y/N.

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He found her outside, leaning up against the side of the cabin as she nursed her own flute of champagne, as she stared past the line of trees where their friends had begun assembling the various rockets and fireworks they’d gathered to mark the start of the new year.

Sanemi felt his tongue go thick at the sight of her, so pretty in the snow, though he didn’t know how she wasn’t shivering; she didn’t even have on a coat, and the only thing on her legs was a thin pair of nylons and her platform boots she insisted made her “nearly” as tall as him.

He joined her in leaning against the cabin on the opposite wall of her, though she did not acknowledge his presence past a small inclination of her head, her gaze instead falling to the glass clutched between her hands.

The silence stretched endlessly between them, making him shift his weight from leg to leg as he squirmed.

“Where’s that pretty smile o’ yours?” Sanemi finally broke, and Y/N looked up at him, a frown pulling her painted lips into an adorable pout.

He may have been a tad buzzed from the champagne, but his head felt clear, and his heart felt full as he looked towards his beautiful best friend, so very underdressed for the single-digit weather and snow in that sparkly two-piece Mitsuri had insisted she wear, even though it was just them at the cabin, celebrating.

“Back at the train station,” she mumbled after a moment, returning to her own champagne flute, swirling the liquid around.

Sanemi felt his gut sour, and he found his tongue incapable of forming any words, much to his embarrassment.

Neither said anything for a moment, the distant echoes of their friends cheering as they set up the fireworks magnified against the snowy backdrop of their mountain retreat.

“Why’re you avoiding me?” Y/N’s voice was so small, so unsure that Sanemi felt his heart ache because he hated that he’d been the cause of her doubt.

“I mean, how can you tell me that — what you said, a week ago, and now you can barely meet my eyes?”

“Y/N-“ Sanemi sighed, but Y/N cut him off once more.

“I understand if you didn’t mean it; I get it’s easy to get caught up in the moment, but just tell me that.” She pled.

Sanemi exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I was worried about your reaction,” he confessed after a moment, and Y/N’s frown deepened.

“I was also pissed at myself for doin’ it that way — I had a whole plan, I was gonna take you out somewhere nice, like you deserve, but, well,” Sanemi trailed off, awkwardly. “You just looked so happy at the Christmas party, and then you hugged me, and I guess I went a bit stupid.”

Y/N was silent, only staring at him with wide eyes, her champagne flute dangling precariously from her loose hand as she gaped at him.

“Y-you meant it? You really meant it?” She breathed.

Sanemi looked to her and rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” he answered, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’ve been waiting…a long time, to hear you say that.” Y/N admitted, a tentative grin spreading across her face.

Sanemi met her smile with his own, and he began to advance slowly towards where she leaned against the cabin wall. “Sorry to make you wait, princess.”

Y/N responded with an airy laugh. “I expected I would have to break the ice,” her heart thundered against her sternum as Sanemi boxed her in against the logs with his arms. “I’ve been openly flirting with you since the snowball fight.”

Sanemi snorted. “And I’ve been putty in your hands since Halloween. Probably longer.” His hand rose to rest on the small, exposed sliver of her waist and Y/N shuddered at how warm his touch was.

“You sure know how to keep a girl waiting, then.” Y/N’s eyes narrowed in on the proximity of Sanemi’s lips to hers. Though felt the warmth of his breath caress her face, he maintained just enough distance between their lips to tease her.

“Jesus, you’re freezing,” Sanemi murmured, his thumb stroking the small patch of exposed skin above her hip.

Y/N smirked. “Then warm me up.”

Somewhere beyond the trees that dotted the property, Sanemi and Y/N’s friends began the countdown to midnight; but the two of them did not react to the impending new year, instead only holding one another’s gaze, steadily in the snow.

Their faces were titled towards one another, both still teasingly withholding the satisfaction of being the first to close the marginal distance between their lips from another. But in the distance, Sanemi vaguely heard his friends cry “ONE,” and so, right as the New Year arrived, he finally gave in, and he slanted his mouth over Y/N’s.

Later, Sanemi would muse over the fact that that had been the second time he’d missed a fireworks show with his friends, but he would not be able to care.

Because no display of colored sparks in the sky could compare to the feeling of Y/N’s lips moving fervently against his; could not compare to the way her fingers buried in his hair, or how she felt beneath his palms as he pressed her against the cabin wall and kissed her for all she was worth.

When they finally broke apart, the winter night had fallen silent once more, but it did not remain so; in an instant, their friends erupted into applause, with Tengen letting out a very loud Finally!

Y/N laughed and wrapped her hand around the collar of Sanemi’s jacket, hauling his mouth back to hers. As their friends made suggestive oohs, both Sanemi and Y/N stretched their hands out and simultaneously flipped the group off.

“It’s about damn time, you two,” Tengen drawled as the group made their way inside the warmth of the cabin.

“If you find a rocket in your bed tonight, Tengen, I want you to know it was me.” Sanemi replied smoothly, not taking his eyes off Y/N as she blushed under the hand he kept on her cheek.

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It was after two in the morning, and most of the revelers had finally drifted off to bed, drunk and happy and partied out. Only two couples remained awake, not quite yet ready to let the sparkling night fade to black.

One couple was seated on the ornate leather couch before the cabin’s lit Christmas tree, talking and giggling softly to themselves. Mitsuri stifled a sleepy yawn behind her hand, settling in against Obanai’s side as her eyelids drooped.

The ebony-haired man smiled to himself as Mitsuri’s breathing slowed, the beautiful girl finally nodding off against him as the excitement of the weekend lured her to sleep. Slowly, so as not to disturb his girlfriend’s peaceful rest, Obanai turned his head to watch the other couple still awake, though they were in the adjacent reading room.

There, standing before the large bay window of the cabin, Sanemi slow-danced with Y/N as the sound of some old holiday song crackled through the old record player of the cabin’s study. Y/N’s back was to Obanai, but her head was resting against his friend’s chest as Sanemi rocked them from side to side, his lips pressed against the girl’s hair. After a moment, Sanemi bent to murmur something in her ear, and Y/N drew back from his chest and nodded, causing his grin to spread wide across his face.

Obanai turned away from the sight of his friends, a small smile creeping onto his face, as Sanemi led his new girlfriend to his room.

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Everyone was slow to rise later on New Year's Day, in no short part due to the previous night’s indulgences.

The last to rise, however, was the friend group’s newest couple, and it was with no small amount of delight that the friends saw Y/N emerge from Sanemi’s room, dressed in his sweater from the night before and a pair of men’s briefs. She padded into the kitchen, happy to accept the steaming mug of coffee that Shinobu handed her with a knowing smirk, while flipping off Tengen as he’d loudly asked her if she’d enjoyed her night.

When Sanemi finally entered the kitchen, a dark purple bruise seared into the side of his neck, the whole gang erupted into applause, much to the couple’s laughter and slight embarrassment.

Mitsuri sidled up to her best friend, nudging her with her shoulder. “Shinobu and I had a bet as to who would show up this morning with hickies. She owes me $5.”

Y/N’s returning smirk was naughty as she brought the steaming mug of coffee to her lips. “You just can’t see mine.”

Mitsuri giggled and Y/N couldn’t help but join her, feeling too warm and happy as her eyes met her now-boyfriend’s while he watched her from across the counter. As she’d swiped a donut from one of the several boxes scattered around the table, Y/N felt Sanemi’s fingers shyly brush against her own, and the pair exchanged small, sweet smiles before resuming conversation with their respective roommates.

Later, as the group loaded up cars with their luggage in a haphazard game of suitcase Tetris, Sanemi caught Y/N’s eye again and winked, prompting the latter to blush.

As they piled into their cars and drove away from the cabin, Sanemi realized he was the luckiest man in the world.

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Epilogue — New Year’s Day, 2 years later

“He just texted me — they’re walking up,” Kyojuro whispered, and the group dissolved into renewed giggles and excitement as the snow drifted lazily outside.

“Shush!” Shinobu urged over the tittering group, as they all crouched in the dark, excitement buzzing among the friend group as they waited anxiously in Sanemi and Y/N’s apartment.

Mitsuri rocked on her heels beside Shinobu, squatting behind the couple’s sofa, her hands fluttering in glee. “They need to hurry up! I can hardly wait!”

“They’re almost — shut it!” Shinobu hissed at the unmistakable sound of a key entering a lock on the front door.

There was a wash of light from the apartment hallway as the door swung open, and Shinobu and the others burrowed deeper into their hiding spots. Only as the door clicked shut, and Sanemi flipped the light switch to their living room, did the group erupt.

“CONGRATULATIONS!” Every one of them — Mitsuri, Obanai, Shinobu, Tengen, Gyomei, Kyojuro and even Giyuu sprung from their various crouching spaces behind furniture and closets as they greeted the newly engaged couple.

Y/N’s hands flew to her face in surprise and joy, her cheeks bright red as she laughed. On her left hand, a beautiful, emerald ring sparkled.

The blushing bride-to-be turned to her fiancé and smacked him lightly on the chest. “You ass! Is this why you’ve been so weird and secretive over the last few weeks?”

Sanemi caught his fiancé’s hand and brought it to his lips, prompting the young woman to flush even further. Before she could return the gesture, Y/N was nearly knocked over by the flurry of pink and green that hurtled toward her, locking her arms around her neck and sobbing with joy.

“He was afraid he was gonna blow it,” Tengen offered, though he flinched at the sharp glare the scarred man shot his way. “Okay fine — he thought we would blow it.”

“I can’t imagine why he’d be concerned,” Y/N shook her head in mock-solemnity over Mitsuri’s shoulder. “After all, Giyuu did spoil Gyomei’s 22nd birthday.”

Giyuu made some sound of indignation as the tips of his ears reddened. Kyojuro thumped Sanemi on the back in congratulations. “I still think it would have been much nicer to have us all there when you finally popped the question, Shinazugawa!”

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “Like hell was I gonna let you shitheads ruin a romantic moment.”

Mitsuri, who’d not yet unwound her arms from Y/N’s neck, leaned in close to her best friend’s ear. “Did he cry?” She whispered conspiratorially.

Y/N’s grin widened. “Like a baby. He got down on one knee and started blubbering.”

It might have been a slight exaggeration — though her snowy-haired lover had gone misty-eyed as he’d knelt before her in front of the large Christmas tree in the city square and poured his heart out. As he pulled her in tight against him after sliding the delicate ring on her finger, Y/N had felt the wet droplets of his joyous tears as he’d buried his face into the side of her neck.

But Y/N couldn’t resist the chance to make it known amongst their friends that Sanemi Shinazugawa had the softest heart out of any of them.

The pair of best friends dissolved into giggles, before Mitsuri pulled away and the two hummed and hah’ed over Y/N’s engagement ring, Shinobu joining in as they marveled over the way the emerald shone.

Beside them, both Obanai and Giyuu looked accusingly at their smug friend. “Neither of them are gonna shut up about the ring now. Thanks, Shinazugawa.” Obanai grumbled.

Sanemi locked an arm around his friend’s neck and ground his knuckles into the top of his head. “Please. Like you don’t have a Pinterest board titled ‘future wedding’ for when you decide to have the balls to ask ‘Suri to marry you.” He grinned. “I’ve seen your phone, dude.”

“Jackass,” Obanai mumbled, though any ire he felt towards the snowy-haired man was quick to dissipate, because he couldn’t remember the last time Sanemi had smiled as broadly as he did right then.

He was happy — really, and truly happy.

Because Sanemi Shinazugawa loved many things.

He loved Saturday mornings, when there was no alarm or no obligations, and he could just exist peacefully in his bed with his woman wrapped snug in his arms. He loved when his phone had zero notifications, because that meant he was being left the fuck alone, and in peace.

He loved his friends, that wonderful group of people whom he’d known for most of his life, who’d always supported him or provided a good kick in his ass whenever he needed it.

But most of all, Sanemi loved New Year’s Day, and the snow, because it had brought him Y/N — his fiancé, and the great love of his life, and all her smiles that he had to look forward to every day, for all the days to come.

#demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny sanemi #kny x reader #kny fanfic #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kny fic #demon slayer fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #tengen uzui #mitsuri kanroji #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #gyomei himejima #obanai iguro

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: leon s. kennedy x reader

summary: a trip to medical ends in a steamy encounter between Leon and his sexy nurse. (leon and his slutty!wifey roleplay a bit)

words: 4.4k

warnings: 18+ smut, some plot, mostly smut, rough sex, unprotected sex: wrap it before you tap it, daddy kink, switch!leon kennedy, switch!reader, officer leon kennedy, domestic leon kennedy, re2/re6 leon kennedy, i couldn't decide, oral sex (m-receiving), slight orgasm denial, spanking, biting, hair-pulling, all that fun stuff, medical inaccuracies (probably)

notes: pure self indulgent filth. minors pls don't interact, it's for your own good. i'm a sick person.

"Ow! Fuck, be careful..." Leon growls, wincing in pain while you disinfect the wound on his cheek "It stings, stop it..."

"What's wrong?" You ask, pulling away.

"It stings like hell! Do you have anything that can numb it?" He replies as he winces even more at just the touch. Such a baby, you think. "The sooner it heals up, the better...".

"I'm– I'm sorry, Officer Kennedy, but I'm afraid that won't be possible. In order to apply a numbing ointment, I'd still have to disinfect the wound first." You say softly, using a feather-like touch to continue your job.

"Why is everything in this goddamn job so painful...?" He mutters to himself as he holds his breath during the disinfection. "Just hurry up, please. How’s it looking anyways?"

"It's not too bad. You won't be needing stitches. It should heal nicely." You say optimistically, continuing to dab at his wound. "It’d be a shame to permanently scar that face." You mutter teasingly to take his attention away from the pain.

He blushes a little bit as you compliment him and he tries to hide it. "Well, even if it left a scar I wouldn't be bothered that much... Scars are a symbol that you've survived against the odds. They tell stories of the past, you know?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right. And... I heard scars are quite sexy to the ladies." You say, raising your brows with a smile. He blushes a bit as you say that.

"Huh? Well, I guess you're right. Though… I think what ladies really like is a confident man,” He replies smugly. "And I'm definitely not shy when it comes to beautiful women."

"Yeah?" You prod, taking a gentle hold of his chin to turn his face in order to see his wound more clearly.

His blush intensifies as you do this and he looks straight into your eyes. "Yeah.... And a beautiful lady like you could make any man confident." he whispers as his face goes completely red.

"Mhh, you flatter me, Officer Kennedy." You chuckle, sadly dropping his chin to dispose of your dirtied sanitizing supplies and dig through your first aid kit for a butterfly bandage. You remove it from its packaging, ignoring his intense stare. "I need to pinch the split skin together in order to ensure the wound closes accordingly, is that alright?" You ask.

"Y-Yeah, go ahead..." He replies as he sees you taking the butterfly bandage out. He notices you ignoring him and not returning his stare, which makes him feel embarrassed. Does she not like my compliments?

Your bashful expression says otherwise. Carefully, you press the split skin together, closing the wound with the butterfly bandage. Your touch was gentle.

He stares at your expression with a small smile as he sees you applying the bandage, feeling relaxed as your touch is gentle. He notices your bashfulness and it makes him feel excited that you could be interested in him.

"You are very... uh... delicate, aren't you?" He says, stumbling over his words a bit.

"All in a day's work..." You reply, delicately applying a soothing ointment to his wound now that it was disinfected. You move from his side, removing your gloves with ease. One falls to the floor and you bend to pick it up, accidentally exposing the lacy underwear beneath your short nurse's outfit.

He notices you bending to pick up the glove that dropped, revealing your panties. He blushes even more as takes in your beautiful figure, and he has to hold his breath in order to not let a moan escape his mouth.

He tries to hide his embarrassment by looking away but he can't help it as his eyes keep focusing back on you. He tries to speak up. "Why– do you wear such...uh...cute clothes for this? I thought you were supposed to wear more neutral outfits for this kind of job...?"

"Oh, um… The higher-ups thought it would help boost the patients’ morale." You explain, throwing away the soiled supplies. Leon's eyes follow your form as it moves beneath your tight dress.

"I think it's just a lame excuse to be able to leer at the nurses. What's really so morale-boosting about some lace panties?" He says, his blush still very much present. "Well... Not that I'm complaining though... You do look very cute in these..." He blushes even more as he tries to hide it. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you hear his words.

"...that's just a personal preference. They don't really care about what we wear beneath the uniform." You say shyly, embarrassed that he caught that detail.

"Oh, well... If it's a personal preference, you've sure got great taste." He tries to joke as his heart starts racing even faster. He still finds the clothes a bit weird to be using in this context, but he still can't complain when the clothes are this cute on you.

You shyly bite your lip and run your fingers across the short hem on your dress. "It's protocol to keep you here overnight for observation. Can I help you with anything else to make your stay more enjoyable?" You ask innocently, too innocently for your suggestive tone. His face turns into a huge smile as he hears the last sentence and raises an eyebrow.

"Uh...? What do you mean by that?" He replies in a flustered manner as his blush deepens even more. Something tells you he knows exactly what you mean.

"Just doing my job, sir." You say innocently, moving towards him. "Here let me help you." You offer, urging him forward. Your touch is gentle as you run your hand up his strong arm. When he leans forward, you fluff the pillows behind him before moving your hand across his toned chest, urging him back. You giggle sweetly at his stunned expression. "Much better, right?"

He starts to feel more and more flustered by your sweet tone and your soft hands.

He's starting to feel something rising down there, and he's hoping you don't notice… You’re definitely way too gentle and sweet with him...

"Y-Yeah... It already feels better... Thanks, nurse..." He mumbles as his lips curve up into a smile.

"You can call me Y/n." You suggest, biting your lip. Leon's eyes are drawn to the sweet blush across your cheeks. I bet she's a brat in bed, he thinks.

"Mhh... Y/n..." He says, tasting the words in a flirty tone as his smile gets a lot more confident. He notices you biting your lip and that you’re feeling a bit shy, and it makes him want to tease you... It'd be so fun to make her fall even more for him. "That's a very cute name for such a beautiful lady..."

"Mhh, you think so?" You giggle sweetly, your touch gentle as you run your hand soothingly up his strong arm.

“Yeah, I love this name. I haven't met any beauty as sweet and as lovely as you before. With a name to match. " He replies as he starts feeling his heart racing even faster. He's getting excited by the way you’re treating him. It's so relaxing and so hot at the same time, and his body is becoming very sensitive to your touch...

And… the feeling down there now is becoming harder and harder to hide.

"Thank you, Leon. You're so sweet." You say, shyly brushing your hair back. Leon's eyes fall to the way your breasts press against each other at the action. God, this uniform mandate really was morale-boosting.

"Can I help you with anything else, Leon?" You ask sweetly, tilting your head innocently. Your eyes, however, are anything but innocent. She was definitely a brat in bed, Leon decides. Teasing him like this, how cruel.

“You know very well what I want, don't you?..." He dares to say with a small wink. "And you're still playing innocent?" He shakes his head with a tsk.

You widen your eyes purposefully. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid I don't understand. Is there something else that needs treating that I missed, Leon?"

He sighs in a playful-annoyed tone as you’re playing innocent again. He finds it cute and hot, but it's also driving him crazy. “As cute and innocent as you're trying to look, Y/n, it's not that hard to know what a man wants..." He replies in a flirtatious tone as he smirks at you. "But maybe I need to make it more clear for you..."

As soon as he feels your breath on his ear, he shivers and goosebumps appear all over his body. She's too good at this. "I would really appreciate it if you communicated every ache, every itch that needs scratching, sir." You say, bending to whisper the words in his ear sweetly.

He manages to regain control over himself quickly, grabbing your arm and pulling you against him. He nuzzles into your neck as he whispers back in a playful manner. "Every ache... And itch... I've got one in a specific place. Maybe you could help me by scratching it–?"

"Mhh, or do you need me to kiss it better, Leon?" You tease, licking your bottom lip suggestively before biting the plump flesh with a wink.

His face turns into a huge blush and his heartbeat starts accelerating even more as he watches you move in close, staring into his eyes. His mind goes absolutely blank and he can only stare at you in shock. His breathing becomes heavier as he looks at your lips and how you bite them... He's lost in the moment and he can’t really comprehend what you just said.

"Leon? Can you show me where it hurts?" You continue to tease him with a pout. God, she was such a fucking brat.

He can't help but feel both embarrassed and surprised at how forward your question is. He clears his throat "Uh... R-Right here..." He says in a nervous manner as his blush deepens even more, then he points at his lap. You follow his line of sight and smile.

"Aww, poor baby. How long has it been hurting?" You pout, a mischievous look in your eyes before you move to lock the door and shut the blinds.

He looks at you with a shocked expression as he watches you.

Wow... Is she really doing this? He thinks to himself as he shifts a bit in excitement.

"Do you want me to kiss it better, baby?" You ask sweetly.

Leon starts to feel his breath getting heavier as his heart is racing faster "Ah... Y-Yeah..." He replies softly, still feeling his face turn into a brighter red as he slowly nods.

"Alright, help me up, baby." You say, toeing your white high heels off, leaving you in white thigh-high stockings. You raise up onto the bed with his help, your soft form shifting in the cute, tight nurse's outfit.

He gazes up at you while you get on the bed. He's completely transfixed.

You lean in, resting yourself on his lap. Leaving a trail of kisses down the sensitive skin of his neck, you continue to tease him. "Where did it hurt again, sir?"

His body shudders violently as he feels your warm breath on his skin.

"I-It's here..." He answers as he lays back a bit and palms at his aching length through his trousers.

"Mhh." You sigh into his ear, riling him up further. "Will you let me make it better?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Here, help me out of this." You say innocently, guiding his hands up to your body, encouraging him to palm at your chest and unfasten the buttons of your nurse's dress. He gulps as you say that, but he immediately starts unbuttoning the uniform as you asked. This is happening... This is really happening...

"Thank you, sir." You sigh, slipping the dress off your shoulders, exposing your body to him. He's almost speechless as his eyes are filled with shock and surprise when he sees you in this state. The white lingerie and the white thigh-high stockings. Fuck, she is so sexy , Leon thinks to himself, pressing his crotch up. You moan at the contact.

"O-Oh... W-wow..." He mutters dumbly as a pretty blush creeps up his neck, too transfixed to speak but he's not complaining one bit, on the contrary.

You giggle sweetly, biting your lip and leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, right on the wound you had cleaned and dressed for him. Your kiss sends shivers all over his body. He can't help but keep his eyes closed, feeling his breath getting heavier yet again and his heartbeat speeding up even more.

After the kiss, all he can do is stare at you with a look of pure happiness, looking at you as if he had never witnessed something so beautiful as you in his entire life.

"Let me treat you, hmm?" You offer, sliding your body down his, until your breasts are resting on his lap. You gaze up at him as you move to unbuckle his belt, the piercing sound making you shiver. You bite your lip and eye him innocently, pulling him out of his pants and leaving a kiss at the tip of his length.

He gulps once again and smiles at her. She is just stunning... It's like those goddesses from the movies, but even better... You’re absolutely perfect in his eyes. He can't help but feel his heartbeat accelerating yet again.

You release him from your hold to let your hair down from its confinement, your nurse's cap still resting delicately on top of your head.

"God, you're... beautiful, Y/n." He says in such a soft and honest tone as he stares at you with a big smile on his face, his eyes filled with pure admiration.

You smile back up at him, taking him back into your hold and licking up his length with a wink. "Thank you, sir. I aim to please."

He lets out a soft gasp as he feels your lips. It's such a warm feeling. He's slowly losing the ability to speak at this point.

You notice his speechless state and giggle, taking him into your mouth with a sweet moan at his taste. The vibration sent shivers down Leon's spine. his eyes immediately snap open with a huge blush as he lets out a groan this time.

You continue to work up and down his length, swirling your tongue around him as you bring him to a state of complete bliss. When you see his writhing form getting close, you release him from your mouth with a vulgar pop!

The sweet feeling is so intense, it's just, indescribable. And it was driving him crazy. He was never expecting such a sensation, yet he just couldn't ask her to stop... Oh, how could she do such a perfect job? This is heaven... But she's also leaving him... Edging him…

God, why? He feels like this must be the best feeling in the world, so he's unable to say anything as he can't think straight on his own. And maybe he doesn't care. It felt so good...so, so, sooo good...he was completely at her mercy... And—

"Mhh, does it feel better yet, Mr. Leon?" You ask teasingly.

"N-Nnn... Not yet..." He replies breathlessly, his body trembling with every movement of yours. He's completely lost at this moment, and it doesn't seem like he's able to really think straight. He's already moaning again from your work. He just can't resist you. It must be impossible to resist her.

Without warning, you take him down your throat once again. Leon squirms beneath you at the feeling, pressing his hips closer to you with a pathetic whimper. He was so close.

You don’t stop this time, working him until he's a moaning mess, spilling into your pretty mouth with an airy groan.

He can't help but bite his lip as he experiences the most incredible sensation he had ever felt in his entire life. The thing that really kills him is the way you smile up at him as you lick up his essence, so innocently. Brat, he thinks with half-lidded eyes. You release his softening length with a sigh, swiping up with the bit of his cum that had spilled out of your mouth before licking it up with a moan.

"Does it feel better, sir?" He hears you say. He lets out a contented noise as he looks down at you. His body shivers as you tuck him back into his pants with ease before moving up his body, pressing your breasts into his toned chest.

He's enjoying his time with you quite a lot.

She's such a beauty... Everything about her is just so perfect... She's just... Absolutely perfect... He sighs once more and smiles at you, his arms sliding around your waist.

"Thank you, Y/n.” He says with a tender tone as he feels his breath accelerating yet again, feeling his heart rate increase with the movement of your body against his.

He lets out another contented noise as he's unable to control himself, and he starts kissing your cheek.

Her body felt so good against his...

She was truly perfection. He could tell you were enjoying this too. She's just perfect, all of her. Her beauty and charm, her innocence and brattiness.

"Mhh, need you." Is all you can say, whimpering into his ear as you press your aching core against him and lick at his neck. You’re trembling above him, your arousal evident. Poor thing, she must be so worked up, Leon thinks.

His body shivers violently, feeling your tongue and your breath on his neck. He has never felt like this. And now all he can think of is more. And more. Of you. Your touch was driving him crazy. Your tongue...

God, this must be heaven... He wants to return the favor. To please you like you’re doing to him. But, where to start?

He feels you guide his hands to your body, as if giving him permission to touch you. And he's not one to resist an angel’s directions. His hands start exploring everything he can reach and touch as he starts to feel you all over. His eyes widen as he does this.

"You're so soft... so sweet... and all mine..." His voice is shining with excitement as he moves his hands, gently moving them around your body. The lights above shine down on you, creating the illusion of a halo around your sweet form. Leon can't help himself anymore, sitting up and bringing you with him, licking a stripe up your neck as he palms your sweet ass. "You're perfect, Y/n.” He says breathlessly before leaning in to kiss your lips passionately.

You moan into the kiss, knitting your delicate fingers into his soft hair, pulling at the light strands.

As the kiss goes on, he moves his hands to your arms and starts holding you close. He can't express his feelings enough, this was heaven and all his emotions are overwhelming him a little right now. You’re too beautiful. His mind simply can't believe that you’re here, with him.

The most beautiful thing on earth. He can't put it into words. All he can do is continue kissing you. A few more kisses is all he wants now. He is already beyond content as it is.

But you aren't, squirming in his lap for contact.

"Please..." You moan sweetly into the kiss, running your perfectly-manicured nails down his toned back. The nails against his body feel like fire. He's getting even more sensitive to the sensation.

He breaks the kiss after a few seconds, still shaking a little but looking at you with a look of pure bliss as he breathes a bit heavier. He's still holding you close. A string of saliva connects you two and Leon takes in your desperate expression with arousal forming in him once again. God, I want to ruin her.

"What is it, Y/n? What do you want?" Leon asks with a smile, kissing your cheek once again. He runs his hands up your stocking-clad thighs, squeezing at the soft flesh, his lip caught between his teeth at the sight of your body. He trails a hand up, delighting in the way you squirms, before reaching your jaw. You moan shyly, hiding your face in his neck. He brushes your hair back and eyes you curiously. "Tell me. Anything. It's all yours..."

"Please. I need you." You stumble to say, catching his thumb in between your lips and sucking at it, reminding him of your earlier treatment.

He smiles, feeling the sound of your moaning and feeling your breath on his neck. He can feel his arousal growing again.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do..." He replies with a commanding tone, looking at you with a heated gaze.

"I... I want you. To fill me, please." You plead sweetly. A faint smile crosses across his face as he hears you. He felt his heart beating faster, this was what he wanted.

He nods, looking directly into your pretty eyes as he orders you. "On your hands and knees, now."

You whimper at his words, turning around in his lap and getting on your hands and knees, your firm, supple ass right in front of his face.

He takes a deep breath before speaking again, his voice still full of authority. "Good girl..."

You moan out loud at his words, rubbing your tight-clad thighs together for a semblance of contact to your most sensitive area. "Please. Please, sir."

His eyes widen a little as you continue moaning and begging him. He looks at you as he sits up behind you, a little grin as he speaks now, his voice a little less commanding and a little more caring now. "Please what, babydoll?"

“Please, fill me!" You moan, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him to act.

His body moves automatically as he lets out a soft groan, removing himself from his trousers once again. He was trying to be more dominant and strict, but that was so hard when it came to her. He couldn't help but smile seeing her squirm. She must really be enjoying this.

Brat, he thinks, an idea popping up in his head at the thought. He delivers a firm slap to your ass. “Try again. But this time, ask me nicely."

"’M sorry. Please, sir, please fill me up." You whimper, arching into the mattress and pushing your hips against his. When you feel him begin to palm your ass, you smile against your forearm, arching into his touch.

"... Good girl..." You moan at the way he addresses you. The feeling of him tearing off those lace panties that began this all makes you bite your lip, overwhelmed by excitement. "Tell me what you want one more time." He says, teasing at your soaked entrance. Your cheeks are burning now as you try to push your hips against his, but his firm hold on your waist prevents you from succeeding. "C'mon, babydoll. Tell me what you want your daddy to do." Leon says, palming your ass and grinding against your core without entering you. You whine at the contact, the sheets beneath you wrinkling as your hold on them tightens.

"Please, daddy, please, fuck me." You moan out. He looks at you with a smile. When he pushes into your soaked heat without warning, you can't help but moan pathetically. "Oh, Leon!"

"Yeah, babydoll?" He says with a teasing smile. "You just needed your daddy, didn't you?"

“Yes, please. Harder!" You moan, your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he fucks you roughly. He gives your ass a firm slap, biting his lip as your moans reach his hearing.

"...such a good girl ..." You whine at his words, beginning to fuck yourself on his cock, your hips slamming back against his roughly. Leon's hands creep up and undo your bra, exposing your chest to the cold atmosphere.

Your moans begin to blend into each other, alerting Leon that you were close to reaching your peak.

“‘M gonna cum.” You whimper. He pulls you up by the shoulder, his grip firm before he slinks his hand into your hair, pulling roughly at the strands. You whine pathetically at the treatment. “Can I cum?”

His mind is going crazy. This is pure perfection. Pure heaven.

"You know better. Ask me again." He growls, palming at your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples before he bites at your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin.

"Can I cum, please? Please, daddy." You whimper into his ear, resting your head back on his shoulder as he continues to thrust up into your warm heat.

His arousal spikes and he bites his lip a little. "Yes, cum for me."

At his command, you feel that knot in your stomach snap, your body beginning to tremble as incoherent moans of pleasure spill from your pretty, swollen lips.

If not for Leon holding you up, you would have slumped onto the mattress, exhaustion filling you as you began to come down from your peak. Leon gently leads you onto your stomach and continues to use you for his own pleasure. It's not long before Leon reaches his peak once again, spilling into your trembling form with an airy groan, his grip firm on your ass and hip. You whine at the roughness.

He looks down at you as he catches his breath, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. His heart is beating harder and faster than ever. He's got to be dreaming. He's never been so happy.

He eases out of you slowly, turning you onto your back and wiping away the tears staining your heated cheeks. "Good girl, such a good girl for me, babydoll."

"Mhh, just wanna be your good girl." You whine, nuzzling into his neck as he rests his body weight on you. His smile only grows a bit bigger as he hears your words.

"And you'll always be my good girl, isn't that right?" He says, kissing you on the cheek.

You giggle sweetly, biting your lip before releasing the plump flesh and scrunching your nose at him cutely. "I love you, Leon."

"I love you too, babydoll..." He replies with a soft smile on his face, his voice sounding even more soft and sweet than before.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy re2 #officer leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #smut #fluff

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moremaybank · 8 months

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UNDERCOVER — j.m

day five how you get the girl with jj maybank

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary you and jj navigate through the changing feelings of your friendship.

warnings fluff, mutual pining, mentions of a physical fight (reader), smoking a joint, i think that's all but let me know.

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; jj masterlist

JJ had never been one to crack open a book. He rarely did so for school, and never did so for leisure.

You, on the other hand, were your happiest when you were curled up with a good romance novel propped up in your lap.

One afternoon, you’d dragged JJ to the bookstore over on Figure Eight. The scent of aged paper and the soft creak of the wooden floorboards flooded your senses as you perused the shelves. JJ lingered behind you, watching your fingertips glide over the spines of each book and carefully removing the ones you planned to buy.

By the time your arms were filled with books (not including the ones JJ had taken over for you), you made your way up to the cash register. Your eyes locked on a novel you’d sought after for ages, and you pouted.

“Damn it. The one time it’s here and I’m already over my monthly budget.”

JJ listened intently. He didn’t say much, but he made a mental note of your wish and stored it in his memory bank for later.

Two weeks after, you received a mysterious package lying on your front porch. You opened it once you got inside, and you were greeted by the sight of the very same book you’d longed for but weren’t able to take home with you.

A handwritten note accompanied the gift: “Happy reading, pretty girl. From, JJ.”

Happy tears welled up in your eyes as you held the book close to your heart. JJ had not only listened to your words, but had taken the time, effort and last few scraps of his money he had to fulfill your wish. The cherished gesture spoke volumes about how he cared for you, how he’d do anything to see that stunning smile on your face. It was the kind of thoughtfulness that made you rethink your connection with him.

That evening, you showed up to the chateau unannounced. You pulled JJ into your arms, squeezing him so tightly that his organs felt as if they were shifting. You pressed three kisses to his cheek, hearing his melodious laughter filling your ears.

“Woah, what’s with all the love?”

Your hands braced on either side of his neck. “You got me my book. You’re amazing.”

He shrugged casually. “It wasn’t a big deal, princess. I know you were bummed that day when you couldn’t get it. Just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you. You deserve it.”

“Well, well. How the tables have turned.” JJ couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he tended to the cut etched over your cheekbone. He’d placed an ice pack over your bruising knuckles, and was now using a q-tip to clean and disinfect the small gash on your face.

“Shut up, JJ.”

“‘M just sayin’. You’re always scolding me for picking fights, and yet, here you are doin’ the same.”

He was right. You did lecture him every time he got into a fight with someone the way a parent would with their child. You'd be fuming, telling him that he shouldn't let people's comments get to him, that they aren't worth his time.

You shot him an irritated glare. “Watch it, or you’re next.”

“Woah. Cool it, Southpaw. No need to get feisty.”

He was enjoying every second of that role reversal far too much. The permanent smile on his lips was enough proof of that fact.

JJ helped you off the counter, holding your hips steadily as he walked behind you and followed you into your bedroom. You both got all cozy beneath your comforter, and JJ’s arm slung itself over your shoulders.

“You could’ve taken it easy on her, though. You yanked her hair out.”

“And I’d do it again. She was a bitch,” you huffed.

“So you really aren’t gonna tell me what happened, then?” He asked, watching as you flipped your TV on and started to scroll through Netflix in search of something to watch together.

You hadn’t told JJ that the reason the fight broke out was because that poor girl had made the mistake of telling you that JJ would never be interested in you. That she’d done all sorts of dirty things with him, and you’d never get to say the same. That you were a fool to even have eyes for him.

“It was dumb. She just, she pushed my buttons, that’s all.”

The hand on your shoulder moved to smooth down the hair atop your head. “Well, fuck her.”

“Why? You already did.”

He could sense the icy tone in your voice, and he felt your body grow rigid. His brows furrowed. “What? No I didn’t.”

It was your turn to be confused. “What do you mean?”

“Dude, I don’t even know her name. I’ve seen her a few times at the boneyard, but, I’ve never hooked up with her. Never even spoke to her.”

Your silence was enough to tell him that he’d been the reason you got into that tussle. The same smirk from earlier found his lips again, and he pulled you closer into him.

“You tellin’ me you got into that fight ‘cause you were jealous, pretty girl?”

You kept your focus on the TV, muttering at him to be quiet.

He laughed softly, using his other hand to turn your face toward him. His bright eyes found your nervous ones, and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, princess. I wouldn't choose anyone over you.”

And with that, he turned his attention to the show you’d chosen as if what he’d just said had been a casual thing. Your heart stammered, and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

Did this mean you had a chance?

You were laying in the hammock at the chateau, smoking a joint that’d you’d stolen from JJ’s stash. The gentle sway and creaking of the ropes were a comforting sound. Your mind was lost deep in thought, and the subject taking up your mind was none other than JJ. Lately, things had been changing between the two of you, and you couldn’t help wonder where it was all heading.

As if he sensed your crowded mind, JJ appeared as he hopped down the stairs outside and approached you with a comforting grin. He plucked the joint from your fingertips, hitting it and exhaling the smoke with a chuckle when you frowned at him.

“Hey. I was smoking that.”

“It’s mine now.”

After the two of you finished smoking, he put the joint out and he extended a hand toward you. “Come on. Take a ride with me.”

You accepted his hand and let him guide you to the pogue. The anticipation built in your chest as the two of you glided across the water of the marsh. The breeze tousled your hair, and the stars were beginning to take over the sky, sparkling beautifully.

JJ was the first to break the silence. “You looked like you had a lot on your mind back there. You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?”

You gave him a faint smile. “Just thinking about stuff.”

He raised an eyebrow, the curiosity in his face evident, even in the dark. “Stuff, huh? Care to expand on that?”

He was always so perceptive, especially when it came to you, so it was a difficult task to hide anything from him. You took a deep breath and decided to take a chance. “I’ve been thinking about us, J. It just, it feels like there’s something more going on with us lately, and I can’t help but wonder where its’ going.”

JJ leaned back against the chair beside you, looking into your gaze nervously. “You noticed that too, huh?”

You nodded, your heart now in your throat. You couldn’t tell if his response was a positive or negative one. “Yeah, and I don’t know about you, but it’s been driving me a little crazy.”

“Well, pretty girl, since we’re both goin’ a little crazy, how about we do something about it?”

A puzzled look washed over your features. “What do you mean?”

He hooked index finger under your chin and used it to fix your gaze on him. Then, his hand moved to cup your cheek. His thumb smoothed atop your cheekbone, and before you knew it, his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, full of all the yearning the two of you had felt for the past couple of months. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as your hand found the back of his neck, and your fingertips wove into the hair that sat at the nape of his neck. You urged him closer to you, and melted fully into the sweet moment.

Breaking away, he smiled at you. “There’s somethin’ here, princess. Somethin’ special, and I really don’t wanna hide from it anymore. I like you. Like, a lot.”

Your heart soared. “I feel the same way, J. I have for awhile now.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded with a shy smile. “Yeah.”

You two shared another intimate kiss, this time throwing yourselves into it completely as you were now devoid of the fear that had been holding you back for so long. His touch was warm, and everything felt so right. There wasn’t anyone else you wanted like this, no place you’d rather be. All you wanted was JJ, and all JJ wanted was you.

“So, like, you’re my girlfriend now, right?”

You laugh softly. “I better be after that kiss.”

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n0brainjustvibes · 7 months

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[Breathing into a paper bag] I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm so normal and sane about these lyrics in a Kenzie context. I'm so-

anyways. Rant incoming.

So if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor

firstly MAN this is a good lyric. this whole bridge slaps. secondly it is very apt for how Kenzie's attempts to make things better always spiral out of control into more collateral damage. thinking especially of how she tried to say everything right after the Incident and ppl thought she'd been coached, ultimately leading to her removal (and trigger event). I'm very sane and normal about the domestic metaphors here but we'll get into that later. This is also fitting for her parental situation; Kenzie tries desperately to control things, wash away the bad, but the tension and danger just keeps building - "flooding" and threatening to explode out from both her literal house and her mind.

Neatly fold your skeletons, but still can't shut the closet door

EVEN MORE A KENZIE LYRIC. As I mentioned, the metaphors around domestic etiquette (washing hands, folding) make me go feral because Kenzie's abuse was inextricably bound up in just this sort of etiquette, and it's permanently affected how she deals with difficult situations, her sense of identity, etc.. She tries to package up all of her trauma and negative emotions in the most polite, palatable ways (Stepford smiling, brushing off negative experiences as "embarrassment"), with the domestic etiquette that was hammered into her as a guideline - and "neatly fold your skeletons" is the PERFECT goddamn metaphor for that. But it's never enough, is it? No matter how perfectly she presents herself as the Good Daughter, immaculate hair, no scars, smiling and grateful - no matter how palatable she makes her past, how much she downplays her feelings - the pain doesn't go away. She can't move past it, she can't even repress it effectively; it leaks into (floods 👀) every facet of her life, causing the emotional volatility that ruins every relationship she tries to build.

The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough So evil ones should get a little more

This lyric really got me thinking. Is Kenzie so staunchly set on redemption, rehabilitation, and second chances for those who have wronged her, because she wishes those she has wronged would offer the same to her? She befriends Ashley, an ex-S9 recruit; she befriends the Heartbroken; she befriends Chris, whose middle-school-typical assholery drives away the rest of the group, and she keeps extending that friendship even after his betrayal, however far he sinks; she obviously tries to rehabilitate her parents, to give them a second chance (that they don't deserve, certainly not at the cost to herself). Kenzie is all about giving "evil ones" love. And Kenzie is a girl who is constantly rejected and maligned in-universe, and who carries around immense guilt. Kenzie herself does not believe that Kenzie Did Nothing Wrong. Perhaps, she subconsciously counts herself among the evil ones - and perhaps she cannot even conceptualise herself as deserving of more love, except in this oblique, generalised, roundabout manner.

#kenzie martin #I don't have the energy to check ward for citations so please lmk if I got stuff wrong #lookout #looksee #ward #wardblr #parahumans #banger tunes for my blorbos #song is laplace's angel by will wood #analysis

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krbysreed · 1 year

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semi-charmed kinda life.

word count: 1151

summary: kirby arrives home after completing her first case as a special agent.

As soon as Kirby stepped through the door, she was hit with the distinct smell of burning — which made sense, since her arms (as of thirty seconds ago) were weighed down by two large paper bags of what she could only presume was food from the takeaway down the road. She would've been able to tell if their senses weren't occupied with something unpleasant, but she didn’t need to. It was clear what had happened here while they were finishing up with work.

Kirby opened her mouth to call out to her boyfriend, but he was already coming through the narrow hallway of their apartment to free her from the bags' clutches.

"What are you —"

"At-at! Stay put!" Edward commanded, unable to restrain the smile that pulled across all his facial features. Kirby was only able to catch a small glimpse of this, though, as he was quick to return to the kitchen area, allowing them time to remove their outerwear and ease into the atmosphere she wholly adored … even if it wasn't yet a figment of any charmed life she had in mind.

For now, so late into the evening it could almost be considered morning, she was content with this: the space, the aroma, the way her boyfriend was stealing their hands and looking so jovial about whatever he had planned. Edward always did — and it wasn't for nothing, this time.

In Kirby's modest opinion, anyway. Everything she did, no matter how trivial, was significant to Edward. The term 'male cheerleader' must’ve been coined with him in mind, and that theory was entertained further as he led her through to a colourful display amongst the warm browns and whites of their cabinets and furniture.

A laugh rolled up from Kirby's chest, eyes wandering over the still-packaged bouquet of red roses on the counter, and the comically oversized balloon of a cartoon police car.

"Teddy, what is this?" she asked, needing both hands to pick up the flowers. She'd smell them if it weren’t for the smoke, but her attention was soon diverted as the refrigerator opened. The shelves had been moved to accommodate the cake that sat inside; frosted and poorly covered in cellophane.

"It's, uh … just a little something," Edward explained, shoulders dropping and gesturing all around the room. "You only get your first case done once!"

Naturally. Kirby's smile grew sweeter, shaking her head.

"You call this 'a little'?"

"It's not that much!" he protested, letting them peek at their dessert before closing the door over. "I — Heh! I thought this was pretty neat —"

His knuckles met with the balloon, causing it to retaliate and hit him in the temple. Oh, how stupid this man was. How enraptured she was with him and his efforts. She put the bouquet down with care, wrapping an arm around his waist, her other hand coming up to smooth down the woolly lapel of his crocodile-green cardigan. Dated, for a man so young, face still tinted with a vague innocence in spite of the semi-permanent exhaustion upon it. But they've never minded. Not when her affections were met just as eagerly, soon finding herself enwreathed against him — her own cheek, her jawline, peppered in kisses.

"And the food?"

Edward licked his lips, bashful as his head came up.

"Chinese. Might've … got a wee bit distracted. I wondered why my smoke didn't taste all vanilla-y after only a half-hour."

It was then that Kirby noticed the smoke alarm was off the wall, shooting Edward a pointed look.

"You sacrificed a home-cooked meal for your girlfriend so you could smoke your pipe without being interrupted?" she raised her brow, tone telling that they weren't the slightest bit fussed that he hadn't been successful in his task. The thought was there. That was enough and more.

"Hey, that's what the other food is for! Probably'll taste a lot better, too," he assured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear. "Can keep it for later if you wanna just sleep now."

"You'd think that’d be what I wanna do, huh?"

Kirby was tired. Of course she was, but the way her heart thumped against Edward's and his hot breath on their skin encouraged her to reconsider the decision to crawl into bed and sleep off the exhilarating events of the day.

Right now, that exhilaration was returning, and she was grateful that it was from something so familiar.

"Nah. Not when you've gone to this much trouble," she mused, pressing a chaste kiss to Edward's lips. "Unless you want to."

"C'mon, don't be stupid. Only an idiot'd choose sleep over his … hot, official … cop of a girlfriend. A different kinda partner, you could say."

Kirby giggled, the heel of her hand hitting his chest playfully.

"What kinda partner is that?"

"The, uh …"

Edward clicked his tongue. His thought was lost in translation.

"I'm thinking of something else."

"Mmh, I thought so," they hummed, kissing him again; this time for longer, pushing his hips into the countertop. Edward's hands came down to hers, holding them steady, a soft groan having no choice but to remain in his throat; deep, yearning. It's hard to determine the measure of how much you miss someone until they're in your arms again.

He pulled away, reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers.

"You don't know how proud of you I am," he whispered.

Kirby lapped up the slither of drool on his chin, then kissed it.

"I think I have an idea," they jested, hand sliding over his nape. And she did — seldom had she found support quite like this in their life; in anything that didn't correlate to a case of survival. The scars on the side of her belly had dictated every decision she had made up until that point, and many instances had her wondering if any of them had been the right ones.

They see now, under Edward's loving gaze, that she had been correct all along. About her career, her outlook. About him. No regrets, no equivocations. Just whatever the appropriate term to call this was — because they weren't sure, in the midst of this heat.

But she was sure he could find one. He was always the best at that.

"Come on," Kirby murmured, it now being her turn to take his hands. "We've got a lot to get through, thanks to you."

Edward breathed through his nose, planting a kiss where their heads just lay atop one another's.

"Is that an order, ma'am?"

'Ma'am.' She scrunched her nose, straightening.

"Yeah. So get your ass over to the couch before I call for … reinforcements."

"I like the sound of that one — but ladies first," he insisted with a flustered grin. "This is your … twenty-four hours."

Twenty-four hours. That sounded generous, but she wouldn't complain. Not for any second of it.

"As long as they're with you. Bring it on."

#* 🎞️ ┄ unproduced moments.#i haven't written a fic in aeons so. please be nice.#self ship writing #self shipping community #reblogs are encouraged & appreciated!

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fairykazu · 10 months

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operation: is wanname real? ft. scaramouche x fem! reader

notes: this was my yoiscara fic on ao3 but i replaced every yoimiya part with reader stuff

it wasn’t odd that wanderer has a significant other. yeah, he was a fatui harbinger but he said that’s all behind him now. lumine wouldve believed it couldve been childe or hell, even mona. but name? now that’s suspicious. she has discussed it with paimon and honestly, they had different theories. paimon said that wanderer might have been harassing name into dates. but lumine pointed out that scaramouche might have done it but not wanderer and name would never let that slide. two solutions: they’re actually just friends or they’re actually together.

“paimon hopes it’s just friends.” paimon said. lumine doesn’t really care if they’re together or not. she just wants to make sure they’re both safe and if it’s real. paimon agreed. so it’s time for their super secret top mission: operation: is scaramiya real?

the travelers split up into spying the pairs. lumine took up the job for wanderer and paimon asked name upfront. “psst, officer pie nom nom?” lumine asked into her walkie-talkie, an invention she recently got from fontaine. her walkie-talkie picked up paimon’s voice,

“copy that, ying! tcch!” lumine lowered the walkie-talkie as it no longer detects the frequencies. she spotted wanderer’s indigo hair as lumine tried to walk up to him casually. but already, the older male turned around and met eyes with lumine.

he furrowed his brows, already suspicious of lumine’s next moves. lumine nervously laughed as she rethought the process of paimon calling dibs for name and it all made sense. well, wanderer isn’t hard to tolerate, right? just a simple question. “what do you want?” wanderer asked, sternly. she crossed her arms. lumine mockingly mimics wanderer’s crossed arms,

“can i ask you a question?” lumine asked as wanderer’s brows seemed to furrow even more. so scary! she might even leave a permanent dent in her face. almost as if wanderer knew what lumine was thinking– what if he developed mind reading like nahida??? he changed his expression to be more neutral. well, whatever the definition of neutral is to lumine.

“you already did.” lumine rolled her eyes as wanderer still stared daggers into her skin. lumine wondered how paimon’s mission is with name.

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paimon managed to find name nearby komore teahouse. the girl was preparing teabags and packaging up some orders. she looked giddy but more than usual. paimon assumed it could be about anything but it was most likely about wanderer. but not wanting to jump into conclusions, she floated her way to name.

name looked up to paimon as she smiled and waved. she removed one earbud from her ear and asked, “hey, paimon! what’s up?” paimon smiled back. name is outgoing and the total opposite of wanderer. archons, she’s even compared to taroumaru.

“hi name! i have a question,” paimon asked as the taller woman nodded as a signal to say more. she was tweaking on whatever tea recipe she had. “are you seeing anyone?”

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“what?” wanderer said, his face dropping into disbelief. lumine could joke right now that wanderer’s puppet joints were creaking from the shock. the traveler tried to stifle a laugh before saying again, “are you seeing anyone?”

wanderer pinched his porcelain skin, “no, i’m not. why are you asking that?” lumine squinted at wanderer’s body language to see if he still had the tell from his harbinger's days. wanderer scoffed but the little bit of his lips curled up. there it is. he’s lying. but lumine knew that she couldn’t push the anemo wielder a bit more.

“okay okay, just asking because i know you got those admirers!” lumine teased as wanderer cringed. “they were asking.”

“again?” wanderer asked even though he already knew the answer. lumine was in relief that the azure haired man didn’t catch up to her lie. she nodded to wanderer’s question,

“again.” lumine watched the indigo eyed man trying to gain back her composure.

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you were absorbed in your thoughts though your red tipped ears gave it away. paimon waited patiently for your response despite being super impatient the whole time. it was clear that name was fighting herself for how to reply but paimon accidentally cleared her throat. not in a “hurry up and answer way but more like in a “this is awkward but i have no clue how to leave '' way.

“ah sorry, paimon,” as paimon tried to reassure you that it was completely fine and she could be misunderstanding paimon. but you gestured paimon to come closer, “i can tell you anything and you won’t tell anyone, right?” paimon nodded despite crossing her fingers behind her back.

“yes, paimon promises.” you gleamed as paimon had to squint a little because of how much you were glowing.

“okay, between you and me, im seeing this guy and he’s a bit cold at first. but he’s so adorable and our tenth date together is being under the stars in the chinju forest. i think, around 12pm? well, it’s always night there but shhh, he’s so cute.” you overshared as paimon kept a mental note of what you were saying to recount to lumine. although, you were obvious of who it was… kind of. paimon got the memo.

“woah, that’s so cool, nickname! but lumine is calling paimon,” paimon pretended to get a call from lumine. “bye-bye, name!” she nodded as paimon waved goodbye. paimon flew away enough further where you were. she opened the mini map in her tiny backpack, gifted from aether, and teleported to lumine.

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once lumine and paimon were together, they conspired with each other on the next move of the operation. paimon summarized what she heard from yoimiya as lumine recounted her visit to wanderer. “okay, what now?” the pixie asked as lumine tried to make up the next step.

operation: is wanname real? (pt 2. the tenth date)

“you said that the date started around 12pm?” lumine asked, holding a white chalk. paimon nodded as lumine wrote “date: chinju forest, 12pm, go a bit earlier than the pair.” on the board. on the left of the chalkboard, there was a key for colors. pink being name, teal for wanderer, blue for paimon and yellow being lumine. “so the game plan is to find a hiding spot in chinju forest and i think i remember some because of windtrace. do you know where they’ll be?”

paimon raised her hand as lumine stifled a laugh. “yes paimon?” paimon cleared her throat as she floated to the board.

“no, but name said that they’re going to watch the stars.” paimon answered, picking up another white chalk and writing it on the board. it was sprawled next to lumine’s neater handwriting.

“hmm, that could be a cliff-ish area. okay, that’s the plan? any objections?” paimon raised her hand again as lumine gestured her to continue. paimon was still thinking of what to say, scripting it in her head.

“no but what about disguises? do we wear the leaves on our head or wear camouflage?” paimon asked as lumine took out her wallet.

“hm, do you think anything is cheap for–” she dug around the light blue pouch. “– four pieces of mora?” paimon winced,

“no… but do you think we could ask childe for help?” lumine raised a brow,

“we’re not going to use childe as a personal bank, paimon.” paimon’s slight smile of mischief slowly turned into a frown, “you know he would let us!”

“it’s game plan, paimon.” lumine replied as she opened her map. she selected a waypoint near chinju forest. paimon flinched at the map,

“can we not teleport? it makes me feel sluggish.” lumine looked as if she was debating between walking there or teleporting. she left the opened map on the table and came back with a treat for paimon. “here, have this.”

paimon quirked a brow, “what?”

“it’s a dessert with slime. eat it, pie.” lumine replied. paimon took it and ate it hesitantly. paimon usually has naps after food and she is similar to a dog. kind of. eats, sleeps and doesn’t pay rent. anyway, paimon may seem like she’s brave but she still hates the taste of medicine. after paimon was finished, she was in a food coma. lumine scooped her sister into her arm and the other held the map. she selected the waypoint.

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wanderer feels like something’s off and it irritates him. today was the day to stargaze and make flower crowns with name. clenching his fist while the other handheld a basket with various flowers from their respective nations and foods. he already cleared the surrounding area from the monsters or fatui members, which some recognized him. but he swirled them away before they could question his actions.

taking the blanket from the basket, he laid it down on the lush grass. each time he walked on the grass, it lit up just a little. something with a bioluminescent plant or something. nahida told him before but he doesn’t remember. he placed down the plates of shimi chazuke and– he winced– dango. not like he hates name's favorite food. just not his type or it reminded him of someone else.

nevermind, he took out his k-phone to call name. the phone buzzed with an outgoing call sound while he waited. “hi babe,” wanderer flushed at the nickname and thanked god for name not being here yet. “im on my way! don’t wait up!”

wanderer laughed, “i won’t.” he could hear name's giggle in the call. rustles of leaves coming from the call or was it in the forest? “wait, nickname, ill put you on mute for a bit. i think there’s a hillichurl camp nearby.”

“okay!”

wanderer knew by his heart that there wasn’t any hillichurls or whatever since he cleared it the moment he got there. the bushes were rustling and as wanderer creeped closer, it was only a bake dankui. the little animal danced a little, playing a little charm. wanderer rolled his eyes as it did its disappearing act. he called back name, “nevermind, i was just paranoid. where are you right now?”

“near the gate!”

“okay i’ll walk to you.” wanderer replied as she marked the location on the map. namehummed in response and the call ended. she followed the stone scattered path down the hill until he saw the top of name's head. name was dressed in a tank with a tiny bow in the middle with jorts. wanderer remembered when name insisted that jorts were a statement in which wanderer replied, “you mean, a fashion question?”

when name's eyes met wanderer’s indigo ones, her face lit up and she waved frantically. her pace up the stairs went faster as wanderer was about to warn her to go slower. his girlfriend managed to fall on her face. wanderer stifled a laugh since he was always prone to laugh at people falling.

the indigo haired boy walked down the cobblestones stairs. although there were lanterns dimly lighting the path, it was clear the what or who was glowing the brightness was name. “give me your hand,” wanderer said. maybe a bit too sternly but name ignored the cold facade, knowing that her boyfriend meant it in a good way. “hurry up or else, the food will get cold.”

name's softer and was in wanderer’s calloused hands as he led his girlfriend up the stairs. the night in the forest is everlasting but never too cold. maybe too spooky for the average person but wanderer enjoyed that fact. it meant no one would bother his date with name. wanderer’s smile curled a bit at the thought. the two lovebirds were at the date location, and it was decked out with more decorations than before. strange.

well, wanderer can ignore how strange it is right now since name looked mesmerized. “how is it? the scenery here should be quite breathtaking.” name laughed, “it’s… amazing. how did you find this place?”

name sat next to wanderer as she took out the flowers from the picnic basket. there were flowers all around the world. from sweet flowers to qingxins to even sumeru roses?? she inspected them a bit, swirling the stems around her fingertips. it looked as if they were recently ordered too? how long was wanderer planning this?

“well, when i was younger, i found it when i was wandering around. ironic since–” he rolled his wrists a little, ball joints moving. “your name?”

“yes. anyway, do you want to make the crowns now or watch the stars even–”

“— even though they’re fake.” name finished. wanderer’s smile curled up again. she was listening to his mindless rants about tevyat despite maybe not agreeing to them. cute.

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OC Interview Questions

Woke up to this fantastic tag, so here we go. "Interview with vampire." *laughs* I have no idea who to tag, if you see this and want to try, go.

Name? Which one? For enemies or friends, none of us have just one. For you, in our one time meeting, I am Arki. Word "anarchy" now on your mind, isn't it?

Are you single? Lucifer Morningstar, the most beautiful angel believed to have ginger hair, pictured by famous masters. Person, I'm thinking about lately, have exactly the same color. Do you believe in reincarnation of angel's mortal vessel?

Are you happy? I'm smiling, this answers nothing about inner state of mind. What is happiness in this time, new insanity. But I had a happy childhood, if this satisfies you.

Are you angry? Better question. In a situation when you are surrounded by irritation, the best thing is to remove it. Leave, anything. What if you can't? There is no exit, no fix, no pause. You get angry.

Are your parents still married? Get Ouija board, let's ask together.

=NINE FACTS=

Birthplace? This very city. From first breath of local toxic air with radiation still around after tower fall. Maybe, my infant eyes saw how red years sky returned to normal. But this now history. From Arasaka waterfront to badlands, I walked streets and roofs alike. Never visited anything beyond city borders..

Hair color? The one you see. Red. Change was done more permanently before I even had the ability to remember. My family line created this uniqueness and guarded its secret, to be more pure and royal, the rest is out of my attention. Eye color? Before implants? Oh, this is boring, I kept my original. My organic eyes were wine red, or ruby, or blood-red, whatever sounds more fun. No, they didn't glow. Birthday? November. Remember, remember, the 4th of November. Month of terrorists with love to blow something up. Did you know that 8th of November is support day for people married to a Scorpio? Mood? To lock up a scav in a room full of fireworks and if he moves, they will go off. Then, to make a BD out of his last hours. Gender? Male. Summer or winter? Both. I like them the same. Melting asphalt, punching smells, heat. Little snowfalls, city decorations, glintwein. Both are beautiful. Morning or afternoon? Afternoon. Growing up here, you start to like sunsets and neon more. Later, your day starts in the middle of the day, but mornings in Pacifica and wind farm are beautiful too. =EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE= Are you in love? You mean obsessed over a particular someone? This is more realistic than jumping to word love. I caught myself doing just this. Then yes, I'm in love. Do you believe in love at first sight? It's not love. It's a hormonal reaction, which can end in murder because of rejection. Hormonal regulator can fix this with one command. Who ended your last relationship? Bullet. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Heart strings are so fragile, and easy to tear. You realize this only when the last one pops. I'm sure I did that, just by living my life. Are you afraid of commitments? When you chip in, go to the end. Mainline named like this with sense. Have you hugged someone within the last week? You always hug as aftercare. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Lost count. They want to be secret, it's their own little masochism. I'm honoring this wish. Have you ever broken your own heart? Part of a learning process.

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust? Love for me is something you don't get easy. End goal to reach with your mainline. Lust is around. Packaged as products, on ads, lust become normalized. Lemonade or iced tea? Iced tea for sure. Organic one, I care for my skin. Cats or dogs? Cats. Interesting thing, people who hate them, hate the fact that they can't control. You have no power over cat's love, only ability to deserve it with hard work. A few best friends or many regular friends? Many regular friends can faster dig your grave. This is Night city. Moves like this can end you far before you see it. Wild night out or romantic night in? Both, don't be boring. Day or night? City never sleeps, you want to be on top, learn to embrace both. It's hardly a choice.

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out? On job? Better not. Excluding that, yes. Fallen down/up the stairs? My back still remembers that fall. Was this close to changing my spine. Scar still there. Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? Yes. Now, more interesting to be on receiving side. Wanted to disappear? So many people in the city don't know I exist. I never was, until some huge, loud bang. That's why mercs want so hard to end up legends. I disappear each time I'm outside.

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

Both. They have much to tell and to give. Count hands in, too. Shorter or taller? I'm fine with both. Taller people are harder to find, and shorter have their own cuteness. Why limit yourself? Intelligence or attraction? Intelligence is attraction. Intelligent people sure have eddies to fix any appearance problem. Hook-up or relationship? My line of work leave me only with hook-ups, but sometimes you want to take a risk and try something stable.

=FAMILY=

Do you and your family get along?

I'm sure to figure this out in the future. Would you say you have a “messed up life”? Moments here and there, not life. Give up and be devoured, the city spares no one. Huge hungry arena, build to break you. Rest up, burn corpo shit, repeat. Have you ever run away from home? Funny to think about that. My first memory is me on the street, alone. All started there. Have you ever gotten kicked out? Out of club? Yes. Out of home? My cat won't do that.

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends? Net lords, what is this question. They are not friend then. Do you consider all of your friends good friends? Ready to go with me in fire and ice? Help out, save? Agree on some critically stupid shit for eddies? That's how friends made here. Who is your best friend? Certain rockerboy with big heart who happened to share some way together. It was truly awakening experience as fate brought us together. Would still be asleep, if not for him. Who knows everything about you? I'd like to meet them because I myself still searching for whole truth. They would save me a lot of trouble.

Love or lust?

#oc asks #wow that was huge #about arki #cybepunk 2077 #oc: arki #cp77 #male!v #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunkgame

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mermaidflare · 1 year

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Laser hair removal experience as a non-binary trans man on T

I started laser hair removal in February of 2021.

At the time I was 5.5yrs on t. Could easily grow a full thick beard, but never did. My hair grows fast so 5 o'clock shadow was very real.

First laser session:

I bought a package of 6 sessions for $500. That is the base price without any groupon deals or sale.

The session lasted about 7-10 minutes. The laser technician was super nice. Gave me silicone boobs to squeeze bc of the pain.

I don't have the best pain tolerance. It was very painful for me. I had to stop every 2 zaps. The max I went was 3.

People often say it feels like a rubber band snap, yea that's pretty accurate. It's like that if it was several rubber bands pulled back as far as they'd go. It's a very sharp pain, but it's a short lasting one.

Post first session

My face was super red, but that's to be expected. The scare came in the evening though (i did the session at 10am).

My face was still red, but a slightly darker red, and started getting A LOT of whitehead acne everywhere. It looked honestly horrifying. I called the laser place and they said that it's not uncommon to have such side effects and that it'll go away in a week.

During that time I couldn't really shave bc of the irritation. So it was definitely a shitty time.

It DID go away though. Every day it got significantly better until after about 5 days things went back to normal. It was like it never happened.

Hair started falling out after 10 days, took about 3 days for all the hair to fall out. Let me tell you, it's the most satisfying thing omg. Made the side effects worth it.

Most of it fell out while I was shaving. Or sometimes I'd just touch my face and it would get rubbed out.

Sessions 2-6

So the following sessions were all vaguely similar:

- 5-7 minutes of pain

- look like shit for 5 days

- momentary satisfaction in having

the smoothest face ever

- next wave of hair starts growing a few days after the hair stops falling out.

Every round of laser got easier as there was less hair to zap. There was some variation, session 4 was rougher than session 3, idk why. Overall though the sessions got faster and less painful. The nasty side effects lessened by a lot too.

I would say about 20% of hair was removed every session, but that's a very loose statement. It varied quite a bit. Anyway, after the 6th session about 70% was gone. What remained was small patches here and there. Mostly on my chin/mustache area and the sides.

Session no.7

The most recent session. About a year after session 6. I couldn't buy another package due to money.

The pain wasn't that bad. It was way less than what I thought it would be.

The redness faded away almost immediately. I did get some acne, but it's barely visible. I look like usual. The only thing is that my face is a bit itchy, but nothing I can't ignore.

It's only the day after right now so idk how much hair will come out this time.

Laser as a trans person

I can't speak about other places, but the place I went to was pretty trans friendly. At first they thought I was cis, or at least I assume so. Later on though bc of my medical history they realized I'm trans and were chill about it.

At some point I had a convo about society and gender with the person doing my laser as I was getting zapped.

Final thoughts

While it's expensive and can cause shitty, though temporary, side effects, laser does it's job. It takes a long time, but the effects do come. I would consider it worth it even though I haven't finished. I have significantly less hair and honestly my skin is better.

I think that if you're someone who is on the fence of maybe going on t, but worried about facial hair this *could* be a solution. Or if you're on T and it's bothering you, it's an option. It's expensive and not easy, but it's something. I'm not saying it's THE option/solution, but something to consider.

I will say that laser is NOT permanent. It reduces hair, but it has limits. Electrolysis is permanent, but more painful and slower. Laser removes the vast majority of hair given enough sessions. However you do have to go back once a year or two for maintenance. So proceed with caution I guess.

#laser hair removal #transgender #nonbinary #ftm #trans man #not putting photos cause its embarrassing #especially for the first session

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loveerran · 2 years

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Baby Steps

I am the person in my group of girlfriends who has been the biggest holdout in terms of making no permanent body modifications towards transitioning.

While the world seems to have an impression of people transitioning in a two year time frame because That Is How It Is Done, the large majority of trans women I know have made modifications slowly, over time. A couple of decades in some cases. If I had a dollar for every time I have heard one of them say "But it looks great as a girl or as a guy!", I could probably buy a house or pay for my own full transition. Laser hair removal, pierced ears, a bit of facial feminization surgery, even some estrogen... (as in: “estrogen makes my skin soft and smooth - and that looks great as a girl or as a guy!”)

It’s been more than 15 years since I came out to myself and went to my first gender conference. And in all that time, so many have transitioned partly or fully. So many have gone from part time to full time. And I keep not doing anything.

But I bought myself an IPL device for Christmas. And I’ve been trying it for a while, and it is shockingly effective. Uncomfortable for a sec, but not really painful. And now I’ve gone and bought myself a laser hair removal package to make it as permanent as possible.

When I realized I was going to start making permanent modifications to my body, I broke down and cried. A lot. I have seen so many head down this road, and how happy it has made them even when they have lost so much at the same time (homes, families, money, prestige, careers, church, etc).

More than that - it feels like I am losing the fight, like I am finally giving in.

But you know, it really does look great - as a girl or as a guy :)

#transition #trans #lgbt #lgbtq+#queerstake #micro-dosing estrogen anyone?#i'm probably going to get my ears pierced at some point too

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Well, a lot of people would just decide to yeet the whole uterus, getting a hysterectomy. But that would mean being on T for the rest of their lives or going into early menopause.

I personally am only wanting T for the permanent changes, and once those are fully permanent I'm gonna stop taking it. Changes such as facial hair and slight bone structure changes, for example. Plus I had to be on T for a full year before I could get top surgery anyway. Im currently paying nearly 200 every three months for T and would rather not have to pay that for longer than needed as well.

But I knew I never wanted to have my own kids far before I knew I was trans masc, so I'm getting part of my uterus removed rather than the whole thing.

It is different for everyone, but I uh. I don't want bottom surgery, don't really want a dick. Plus uh. From what I do know it wouldn't work like a cis man's really anyway and also I don't wanna have to learn how to aim just to piss XD

Knife 🔪 Anon

I have a couple questions and idk if you even have the answer, but feel free to message me privately if you don’t wanna answer them publicly as I already know who you are away from anon stuff :)

1) How come you don’t have to stay on T once you’re on it? I thought eventually the oestrogen would like.. idk, like fight back and almost take over again because you’re not constantly fighting it with T? I failed science so idk.

2) Why do you have to be on T for a year before the top surgery? Is that like a safety issue or are they like checking you ‘really want it’ or something before doing an somewhat irreversible thing? I didn’t realise T was so fucking expensive, Jesus Christ—

I guess it makes sense if you don’t want kids and don’t want to do bottom surgery that you just remove the part that stops the kids from happening, that’s smart tbh. I don’t blame you for not wanting a dick, they can be hella gross/weird sometimes. From what I googled last time I was wanting to learn more about this, it seems like it’s a little more complicated for non-cis men after bottom surgery yeah, like issues with getting hard and size and all that jazz. I’m perplexed that a surgeon even discovered how to do bottom surgery, like imagine being smart enough to successfully execute that for the first time, that’s mind blowing.

Whatever makes you comfortable in your own body :) idk what it is, but I’ve recently met a lot of trans men who say they don’t even want the bottom surgery. In my head I thought it was a package deal but I keep meeting more men who are just happy to have T, top surgery and nothing else. It’s truly fascinating to learn this from people, I love/respect that people are comfortable enough to explain things to me.

I wanna clarify; I’m in no way bad mouthing anyone or their body or like… any surgery people do/don’t get, it’s their body and I’m truly just fascinated with learning these things. I’m happy if people are happy and I know it’s no one’s business :) I’m just a ditsy boy that’s slowly learning how the world works 🕺🏻✨

#knife anon #eddie munson #answered #🔪 anon #🔪

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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two in one just because i feel like this first one is too short

Is there anything you dislike about your house? The ventilation is not the best. You always need to have the electric fan on; and many times it’s not even enough so you’ll have to open the windows to not feel like you’re being baked in an oven.

Would you permanently remove your pubic hair or would you be cautious in case pubic hair comes back “in” fashion? I would, yeah. I’m all for free the nipples and free all the body hair, but not having pubic hair has always been my preference.

What do you like to put on bagels? I never eat bagels. But I don’t dislike them, I’ve just always preferred other kinds of food.

To what extent would you consider yourself to be an online “stalker”? If I had to rate it over 100, I’d give myself a sad 25. I largely don’t care what other people are up to anymore and only ever hunt down updates if I feel like someone I know is going through, like, a major life update lol like if they got pregnant or broke up with somebody.

Hypothetically, if you were still a virgin at the age of 40, do you think you’d just go out and have sex with anyone or would you still want to wait for someone special? Wait. 40 year old asexual me wouldn’t care.

What TV show would you recommend other survey-takers to start watching? I’m the worst person to ask this because I’m terrible at watching series lmao. But maybe The Crown?? I haven’t seen much of Season 3 and all of Season 4 but I mean I loved what I’ve watched so far. If anyone wants to get into K-drama I’d recommend Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo – easy, fun, light watch.

What do you think of restaurants with topless waiters? Do you think this is inappropriate/unhygienic? I don’t think there’s a place here that has that gimmick, but I feel like I’d go in there at least once just for the shits and giggles and then never go back. Honestly, I don’t feel like I’d be grossed out by it unless I see extreme practices being exhibited, like if the restaurant itself is really unmaintained or if the dudes handled my food with their bare hands.

What’s your opinion on eating your own placenta after giving birth? Do you think you would? Do whatever you want, I just know I wouldn’t eat mine.

Have you ever found mice or rats in your house? Thank fuck I never have, at least in this house. There were a number of rats in our old duplex, though.

What do you think of “teacup” or miniature pigs? I don’t know enough about them to have an opinion.

Have you ever seen your parents drunk? What was your reaction? Both of them don’t really drink. I wish I could see them tipsy at least once though, hahaha.

What’s your biggest body worry when you wear a bikini? (Being too pale, cellulite etc.) I don’t really have any, but I always worry about wardrobe malfunctions lol. I’ve got no boobs so I always have to look out for the upper part of the bikini and make sure it doesn’t hike up.

Do you cringe when people call sex “making love”? No.

1 - What are some of your favourite scents/smells? I love it in coffee shops - it’s the smells of coffee and pastries all in one. I also like sea-themed scents; they always help make me feel relaxed. 2 - Do you enjoy watching murder mystery/crime programmes? Do you prefer fictional shows or ones based on real-life cases? I do but they’re limited to documentaries or mini-series on real-life cases, case in point Buzzfeed Unsolved which I’ve actually been recently rewatching a lot. Fictional crime I find boring for the most part.

3 - What was the last parcel you received in the mail? Was it something you ordered yourself or was it a gift? It was my Proof set which finally arrived a couple of weekends ago. It was a gift to myself, of course and as always hahaha. The packaging is gorgeous.

4 - Is there anyone you send e-mails to on a regular basis? It’s always just my clients.

5 - What's your favourite colour combination? Are any rooms in your house decorated in that particular scheme? I don’t really have a particular pairing but I find neutral or pastry colors pretty when combined. And no, not really; our house is largely black and white with some splashes of brown here and there. 6 - Do you prefer white, milk or dark chocolate? What about flavoured chocolate? White, for the most part. I have to be in the mood for milk chocolate, like if my tooth is feeling sweeter than usual. As for dark chocolate, I don’t like it on its own and prefer for it to be incorporated in other desserts - like cookies with dark chocolate chips. Then for flavored chocolate, I largely avoid them haha. Not a fan unless they were the only choice available.

7 - What was the last reason for you leaving the room you're currently in? I played with and fed Cooper and Agi.

8 - How many surveys have you taken so far today? Do you have any plans to take more after this one? Just the one above this one. Yep, I’m in a bit of a survey-taking mood tonight.

9 - If you eat it, what type of meat is your favourite? If you're vegetarian/vegan, do you like meat substitutes like quorn or tofu? Ooh this is hard I love them all lol. I’d say chicken is probably my favorite only because I like it in most forms? unlike pork and beef wherein there are dishes involving either of them that I’m not a fan of, like giniling and bistek. I rarely get to try meat substitutes but I do love tofu.

10 - What was the last thing you looked up on Google? I’ve been on a royal family research black hole because of recent events, so my last search was something about them.

11 - What's the next major holiday coming up for you? Do you have any interesting plans? Last major one is probably already the All Saints’/All Souls’ Day holiday. Looking forward to my long weekend by then -- I imagine my family may be out of town since my dad will be in the country by then. If not, we’ll probably just spend the rest of our time at home.

12 - Do you live in an area where masks are compulsory in order to enter shops? Well they’ve recently passed a law making masks voluntary now, but I feel like stores and most other public spaces will continue making it mandatory. Understandable - the risks are still too high; but anyway, to answer the question, yes.

13 - Did you wear any kind of uniform to school? If so, describe it. If not, did you at least have some kind of dress code to follow? I had to wear a uniform in my old school - the one I attended kinder, grade school, and high school in. The top was a white collared shirt with a plaid necktie that had to be like 4-5 inches long; then we had a plaid skirt that went past our knees and used the same material as the necktie. We also had to wear ankle socks and black leather shoes; and hair ties could only be red, black, or white.

Any sort of dress code concept was thrown out the window when I was in college, though. People could be as covered or as revealing as they wish. It was obviously a culture shock and I spent the first few months wearing boring t-shirts and jeans that covered my whole legs haha; but once I got used to it then sleeveless tops and shorts became normal to me.

14 - Is there anything unusual or out of the ordinary in the room you're currently in? I have three copies of Twilight lying somewhere.

15 - Who was the last person you spoke to via Messenger, if you have it? My mom. She was just saying she’s getting Wendy’s drive-thru for us and I was telling her it’s a good thing the car queue isn’t too long this time.

16 - Have you ever been badly sunburned? What did you do in order to make it less painful afterwards? I used to always get sunburns as a kid, but I never really did anything other than wait for the discomfort to go away. Fortunately I stopped getting them as I got older.

17 - When was the last time you went swimming in the sea? Do you prefer swimming in the sea or in a pool? Continued the following day – my remark about being in a survey-taking mood was a complete lie haha. That would be in April, during my birthday weekend. For the longest time, I preferred swimming in pools simply because they were all I ever swam in. Then I went on my first beach trip when I was 11 - but I didn’t like it at first. It took a while, but I finally started liking (and ultimately preferring) the beach/sea in my late teens/early 20s.

18 - What's something you need to buy in the near future? Are you waiting until you get paid to buy it? I need to get shelves for my merch because I’m quickly running out of space!!! and I’ve still got a handful of packages arriving so at this point where I’ll house them is now up in the air. Technically I am waiting to get paid to get them yeah, but I am waiting for my 13th month (not my next paycheck) to get new furniture. I plan on making it a Christmas gift for myself.

19 - What have you eaten so far today? Do you have plans to eat anything else before you go to bed? I had a vegan burrito that was served at the event I just came from; right now I’m having a chocolate chip pretzel from Auntie Anne’s and a cup of coffee. Yeah, I plan on having dinner because I haven’t eaten nearly enough today.

20 - Do you parents still buy you Easter eggs even though you're fully grown? That was never a practice of theirs, which I’ve never minded because I don’t practice Easter. My extended family also rarely held Easter egg hunts for me and my siblings and cousins. 21 - The last time you were in a car, where were you going and what were you doing there? Technically the last time I was in a car was me driving home this afternoon; but I came from this indoor gym/obstacle course establishment called Pretty Huge, for a work event. Thankfully I wasn’t required to be active and join in the workouts hahaha so I was there largely to cheer on the people who were, and to also socialize and mingle with our attendees.

22 - Do your parents have any opinions that you consider to be old-fashioned or odd? My mom has a whole bible of traditional opinions, not really surprising to me at this point considering that she's both 1) super devoutly Christian and 2) Filipino. It’s stuff like being anti-abortion, alert bells ringing in her head when she sees me wearing something revealing, expecting her kids to get married and give her grandchildren, etc. My dad is actually quite liberal so it’ll sometimes make me wonder how my mom saw him and thought “OK.”

23 - What time did you get out of bed this morning? Is that normal for you? I woke up at 6 AM for the aforementioned event, which is not normal for me especially on the weekends since I like sleeping in these days.

24 - What normal things do you miss the most since COVID hit? I feel like things are mostly back to normal now actually - mask-wearing has been made voluntary; I’ve been going to more parties that don’t put a limit on guest count; events have been doing away with rapid test kits, etc... if anything, I miss the relationships that have faded because of the pandemic. Distance was such a great factor in this that by the time COVID was managed, people have found new friends, new interests; some of my friends permanently went back to their home province, never to return to Manila, etc. It completely slims down the chances of ever reuniting with them or of ever reuniting my friend group, which I find a bummer.

25 - What style of jeans/trousers are your favourite? High-waisted denim jeans because they’re cute and I look cute in ‘em.

26 - Does it bother you when you recognise an actor but can't remember what else you've seen them in? It does but an easy workaround for this is to just look up the actor’s filmography hahaha.

27 - Are you generally more introverted or extroverted? Does this have a negative impact on you in any way? I’m extroverted but my social battery drains depending on the situation. If I’m in a group with people I 100% know and joke with, my battery is pretty much infinite hahaha. The more unfamiliar I am with people, the faster I lose interest; Bea occasionally calls me an ‘introverted extrovert’ because of this, haha. And not really, I don’t see any negative impact. Shifting from being an introvert to an extrovert in the last two years has been nothing but beneficial to me.

28 - If you were on Mastermind (a UK quiz show where you need in-depth knowledge of a certain subject), what would your preferred topic be? My brain has racked up so much unnecessary trivia on the Twilight Saga and I’d absolutely crush that category.

29 - What's your favourite flavour of cookie? Have you ever tried those cookies that are stuffed with things like brownies or cheesecake? Chocolate chip cookies! And yes I’ve tried stuffed ones and love them, especially cheesecake cookies. Cookies are one of my favorite desserts so I’m not very picky about them.

30 - When was the last time you tried out a new recipe? Did it work out as well as you hoped? I don’t cook.

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