#because I’m really not very pretty in the first place and makeup and clothes don’t help

[tootiecakes234]

Going to the Hero Awards with Katsuki for the first time:

You and Mina had been doing prep ALL DAY. The hair, the makeup, final dress fittings, you name it. It was kinda nice, like a self pampering that was being funded by the best boyfriend of all time. Katsuki had given you his card and told the both of you to go nuts. He had to work the day of so he’d be getting home just in time to get ready and leave.

Mina had helped you pick out the cutest dress you’d even seen and it was orange to match Katsuki’s hero theme. Your other accessories being black with slight hints of green here and there.

You’re not gonna lie, you were VERY nervous. This was a big award for him. He’d ended up being number six at the last one and this was the year he breaks into the top 5.

Kats has been acting like it’s not a big deal but you’ve been able to feel how anxious he’s really been. So tonight you were gonna focus on holding yourself together and being there for him in whatever way he needed.

You were touching up your makeup just a little when you heard the front door open. He’s running behind.

“Fuck, I know I’m late. I gotta hop in the shower and FUCK! I never picked up my clothes from the-“, he was pacing around the room like a madman.

“Hey, hey.” And you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady him for a minute. “I have your clothes, they’re hanging up in the closet above your shoes. I have your hair stuff laid out on the counter and you might wanna get a quick shave in too.” You say as you run your hands along his stubble.

And he takes a deep breath. And then another.

“Thanks, I got sidetracked at work and time got away from me.”

“ ‘s fine. You’ve got time. Go ahead and hop in the shower and let me know if your need anything, yeah?”

He leans down a places a soft kiss to your forehead and then heads for the bathroom.

Yeah, this was gonna be a long night.

When Katsuki comes out of the bathroom he’s gotta towel wrapped around his waist and he’s looking a lot more himself.

You were sitting down putting on your shoes, but you stop and look up because you noticed he’s not moving anymore.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“You look…… incredible” and the way you start blushing is insane. You cant even make eye contact with him. His compliments are usually never that straightforward. It shocked you a bit.

“Thanks” you whisper softly. And then outta the corner of your eye you see him striding toward you.

“Kats-“ but your lips are covered by his and you just know he’s gonna be covered in your lipstick.

When he pulls back he has a full grin on his face.

“Damn, I feel a lot better now. Gonna have the hottest woman on my arm and I’m gonna finally be in the top 5. Was worried about nothin.”

The smile that shines in your eyes is worth a million dollars.

“You’re not gonna have any of that if you don’t finish getting dressed so we can leave.” And you start pushing him away. “Go. Hurry up”

“Yeah yeah, ‘m goin” he mumbles as he walks away.

“And wipe the lipstick off your face” you shout behind him.

You guys manage to make it just before the doors close for the event and you’re sat at a table with Eijirou and Mina.

They go through the whole spiel of course before they start announcing the Hero’s in their order.

This year Pinky was number 18 which was 6 whole spots higher than last year and Red Riot broke into the top 10 sitting at number 8. You cheered so loud for your friends, but you didn’t fail to notice that Kats hand had slipped into yours and was holding on pretty tight.

He kept a straight face but he was beyond wrecked on the inside. You look over at him and give the the most encouraging smile you can muster.

The numbers continued to be listed off they’d finally gotten into the top 5. He hadn’t heard his name at 5 or 4.

“Coming in as the number 3 Hero in Japan, Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight. “

He’d broken into the top 3!! You looked over at him and his face was as stoic as ever. Ever the cool man on the outside. This man leaned over, placed a quick kiss to your lips and then walked onto the stage to accept his prize.

“Ugh, yea I worked hard for this. It’s well deserved. Thanks to my agency and the best girl a guy could ask for…. Next year I’ll be number 1.” And then He just walks off.

Everyone else had given these heartfelt speeches but his was of course sweet simple and to the point.

Katsuki has grown up, doesn’t mean he’s changed all that much.

Number 1 ends up being Izuku for the second year in a row. When he walks past Katsuki they hug and congratulate each other. You were happy to see how far their relationship had come.

After the awards are given out, they had back to their seats and you guys have dinner. After, Everyone goes around congratulating and thanking. Most of them kissing ass really, but you digress. You’re in the middle of talking to some agent you really have no interest in talking to when you feel a warm arm wrap around your waist.

“I’m taking her now.”, you hear him say as he starts dragging you off.

“Hey, that was really rude.”

“Too damn bad. I’m number 3 hero, I do what I want” he says and you can hear the smirk on his face.

“Where are you taking me, Mr. Bigshot” ?

“Home. We came, we saw, we conquered. Now I get to have my real prize all to myself.

“And what would that be?” You ask as coyly as you can muster.

“Obviously you dummy. Wanna see how good that dress looks bunched around your waist” he whispers against your ear.

That has you walking with a pep in your step to get out to your car and home.

This had turned out to be a lot better than you’d expected it to.

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@dreamcastgirl99

[sweetiecutie]

141 x Eastern European reader relationships hc’s

Warnings: some cussing, stereotypical behavior, pretty much safe, not meant for russians - just scroll past

A/n: I was heavily inspired by this post by amazing @kivino, absolutely go and check it out!!

Pretty much all of 141 were in Eastern Europe with missions - Ghost and Price were with missions in Ukraine, Soap, Gaz and Price were to russia.

All of them worked with Eastern Europeans, so boys are generally acquainted with Slav traditions and superstitions - not to whistle within a building, for example, or not to pass things through the threshold. But working with Eastern European for a few weeks and having a romantic relationship with one - completely different things.

So here are some headcanons of how Task Force 141 deals with their Slavic lover<3

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Starting off - Simon loves your culture. He finds many national quirks amusing; his favorite one tho, is how boisterous and bossy Eastern European women are. Usually people tend to be scared of him due to his intimidating stance and quiet behavior. But these ladies who are barely over 160 cm? They can beat the living shit out of him with a single slipper, and he both respects and slightly fears them for it.

For some strange reason Ghost can’t learn a word you teach him, but all the swearings that accidentally slip off your tongue throughout the day? Ghost knows all of them by heart. And he can’t hide a small smile of amusement whenever he hears you cussing angrily over spilled tea or shattered mug. And his favorites so far are ‘kurwa’ and ‘blyat’

Simon is a huge fan of your country’s cuisine! He’s a big man, so he requires proper nutrition. And all the delicious meals your mom cooks? He’s nomming everything to the last crumb! Simon is especially fascinated with a godly meal called “shashlik” - he is definitely a meat eater, Riley loves him a juicy steak freshly off the fire. And eating a meal that consists purely out of roasted meat - a paradise for him.

Captain John Price

Now, this man is most acquainted with all Slavic traditions of all 141 since he works closely with Nikolai, so throwing him off wouldn’t be that easy. But still, having an Eastern European partner does give him some unexpected experiences. For example, John is really surprised by how easily and lightheartedly you and your family joke about dark topics as death, physical traumas or alcoholism. And while everyone is rolling with laughter Price is like “What the fuck is wrong with you guys🧍🏻‍♂️”

If some of your relatives happened to speak English, John will do his absolute best to speak slowly and reduce his accent to minimum, so that they can understand him better. I think it’s just so sweet of him 🥺

What never fails to impress Price is that how much Eastern Europeans care about their appearance. In UK people don’t bother much about their looks, preferring clothes that are comfortable rather than fashionable. And seeing all these people on the streets wearing luxury brand stuff, women with full on glam makeup, their hair made elegantly - it makes him wonder just how much time and effort these people put into their looks. (He soon learn just how expensive and tedious that is once you two start dating)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

I’m pretty sure many Eastern European countries have this magnificent dish - meat jelly. Looks and sounds terrifying, true cultural shock for Kyle’s poor British soul. Or soup called Okroshka - even tho I grew up eating it, I still question its existence, no wonders Kyle gets absolutely weirded out by it.

Many Eastern Europeans, especially in small towns and villages, are very unfamiliar with people of color. It’s not because they mean ill, no, but simply because it’s very rare to see foreigners in such places. So, when Kyle came over to your home for the first time, all neighborhood was quite literally gawking at him. And Garrick, being more closed-off and shy person, was really unnerved by it. What especially set him off was when some random grandmas on the streets asked him “Whose are you?”😭

Oh and he loves, loves, loves when you spill the tea about your family members, sometimes even in front of this exact person bc they can’t speak any English. Sounds mean to do so, but Kyle is very eager to hear about all the drama, glancing discreetly at relative in question. Everyone thinks it’s so cute, watching you two cooing at each other in soft voices in a faraway corner, but in reality you two are just talking shit about everyone in the room😂

John “Soap” MacTavish

What Johnny likes the most about Eastern Europeans is just how generous they are, how they treat all guests with such kindness and hospitality. Usually, when Scottish/British/Irish person invites you for some tea - you do have tea and some sweets. In Eastern Europe though, if you are invited for some tea, you will be having a three meal course of delicious national dishes with incredibly tasty bakery for a dessert, and, of course, tea as promised. And afterwards they will also give you some food in a plastic container so you can take it home. Johnny was genuinely surprised by such warm treatment.

He remembers a lot of random words you say: names of different objects and foods or whole sentences like “turn on the lights” etc in your mother tongue. Johnny likes listening to you talking on the phone with your relatives, his ears perk up slightly whenever he catches a familiar word. But can he actually spell or write these words down? Not really. And if your language uses Cyrillic alphabet? Absolutely no. (This thought came to me based off @kivino’s hc’s)

When Johnny visited your home for the first time, he was actually surprised to see this stereotypical picture: a bratz doll gf and her shreck bf. He was also surprised by how unattractive most Eastern European men are, especially those in their 40s.

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[slickfordain]

SAGAU GENSHIN WITH A FEMININE READER !!

▓ You can still be feminine no matter what gender, idgaf ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I WANNA BE SAVEEEEDDDD <333

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You’re a pretty pretty girl/boy/non-binary, that everyone in Teyvat just wants to be your knight in shining armor! Oh pretty please pretty girl/boy/non-binary! Let them save you from reality, as you’ve stated, to be a pit of hell! Let them coo into you and take care of you ! <33

You would get so many different voice lines of how pretty you look, each day. You didn’t think too much about it and thought other people got this update too. But uh— sweetie it’s not an update! They’re very genuine with their God!

Honestly I personally would see Lisa and Yae Miko personally fawning over you. And I mean, literally. Little girls would get inspired by your makeup even, and as for the boys, don’t get them started on the fact you’d do their eyeliner if you met them?! A blessing from you, their God?! THEY’RE IN LOVE!! (Wenk wonk)

And honestly, many people from Teyvat would start trying to do makeup themselves. Boys would steal some from the girls, and some would fail as they get scolded for being a thief. The Goddess themselves wouldn’t like a thief! Now would you?

Imagine Aether in a guest room doing eyeshadow and eyeliner? Mans would look so pretty I’m going to cry. He just wished you could at least help him because uh— Honey I don’t think he should be doing makeup on his own. He messed up real badly.

Truth speaking, if you were sent into Teyvat, you’re immediately gonna want someone to save your ass because you created them. Right? It’s only fair, as they said you somehow died by saving them. They should save you now.

At first, they found it rather confusing but understood why— And wanna know the best part? Whoever won would get a kiss from you with a kissing stain ~ BET YOUR ASS THEY ARE GONNA CHARGE AT ONE ANOTHER FOR YOUR AFFECTION!! Characters like Itto and other big men / women are dumbasses for affection they will cry. (Possibly kill wenk wonk)

Oh do praise them, they love it so much. They can’t help but also form a huge line of people by your place, waiting for you to say their turn so they could do nail-polishes with you. You make them feel pretty, and they love you for it. You make them feel comfortable.

But of course, would there be an imposter?

…

Be for real, which imposter would even know how the creator looks like? 💀 Nah. The “imposter” (they’re not really) would instead love you, because, everyone loves you. I don’t think you should have it other way 💗💗

Lots of lovey dovey staring is thrown at you, and lots of flirty compliments towards you too. Especially from Kaeya, but others try to beat his so called “legendary flirting skills”. Childe especially would challenge Kaeya, into a little fight of who can get the God flustered.

But then it suddenly turns into a challenge for everyone. Oh oh, and if you wear those cute revealing clothes, they’re going to faint! Hell, even blush massively / heat their faces that you could hella see it!

I especially think Pantalone would be thrilled with a feminine God. That means he could spend his Mora on cute clothings~ ♡ JUST IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES.

(This is short but whatever I’m trying to do Linked Universe fanfic at the same time)

[trick-or-fucking-treat]

Hi!! I hope you are doing well! But I was just wondering if I may request head-cannons for Bo Sinclair with an s/o who dresses in vintage fashion? (Vintage clothes, hair, jewelry, makeup, etc…) If not, that’s cool! Thank you and have a wonderful day!

Bo Sinclair with vintage style (fem) S/O

Masterlist

First things first, Bo is a pretty traditional guy so he loves your vintage style!

Buuuuuut… it takes him a while to realise how much he likes it.

Bo is used to seeing pretty victims girls stroll through his little town, but those girls are a different kind of pretty y’know.

Bo knows very well that he finds tight jeans and skintight tops attractive.

So seeing you in a much more traditional style with your beautiful bright flowing dresses and perfectly curled hair-

He has to do a double take.

It doesn’t take him long to realise he finds you gorgeous.

Not just the look, but the cute little accessories like your handbags or hair clips just make it all the sweeter for him.

When you’re in an established relationship Bo’s always on the lookout for jewellery that fits your style.

(It’s a pretty sweet gesture, but you may want to question its origins if he gives you jewellery)

Also will not let you come keep him company in the garage while you’re ‘all dolled up’ - his words.

Far too afraid of getting your dresses ruined.

But will absolutely give you some coveralls to wear if you really want to stay with him.

(He secretly loves seeing you in them cos you tie a cute coloured bandana round your waist like a belt because the coveralls are too big, and he thinks you look like those fifties posters of working women* which is really cute!)

Kind of expects you to take on the house wife role a bit in the home.

Cooking, cleaning, etc.

(Aka all the jobs Bo, Vincent, and Lester typically neglect)

It’s part of the reason he let you stay in Ambrose in the first place, only to end up falling in love with you.

If you have no problem taking on these roles, great! Happy family!

If it’s not how you’d ideally spend your day, don’t be afraid to stand up to him.

Bo’s really the only one who bosses anyone around, Vincent and Lester wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do.

So if you stand up to Bo and tell him you won’t be taking on all the domestic tasks yourself, you’ll probably shock him enough into agreeing with you.

You typically have such a sweet demeanour that telling Bo off would probably catch him off guard.

If you use the power sparingly enough, he’ll come to realise that you only ever call him out on his bullshit if he’s being genuinely unfair and is very quick to make it up to you.

Tried to make you a pie once to make it up to you after being an ass, but it went horribly, so you spent the day with him baking a pie properly.

He’ll never admit it but he had so much fun and absolutely loved spending time with you in such a domestic task.

(Next time you bake something ask if he can help out and make it sound like he’d being doing you a favour (he wouldn’t) and he’ll jump at the chance to bake with you without having to admit he likes baking)

A/N: hope these are ok! Lmk if you have any other ideas or requests!

*for reference, these are the fifties posters I’m talking about:

[hampink]

so kaku twitter space Q&A highlights (5/14/2023)

was casually listening to so kaku’s (kaguragi) twitter space while i was drawing, so here's some fun kingohger related + personal questions he answered that i noted down and translated!

(unfortunately i didn't record the stream though so you’ll just have to believe me)

 (source: bro just trust me)

Q: who’s your favorite king in kingohger?

probably yanma. he’s very cool and manly, and i like how high energy he gets

Q: do you guys come up with the kingohger tiktoks yourselves?

we have a social media manager who suggests which audio to do, and we (the actors) decide how we'll act it out together

Q: anyone from the cast you talk to/hang out with the most?

all of them, but maybe because we’re shooting a lot of scenes with jeremy right now recently i talk to masashi ikeda a lot

Q: does kaguragi know what kuroda looks like?

oh but of course he does~!

Q: what's your favorite sentai?

dairanger! it's such a cool show

Q: a question from my 5 yr old son: does kaguragi like flowers? he says he wants to go flower picking with kaguragi

ahh, flower picking, how nice! yes, kaguragi likes flowers!

Q: does kaguragi have a favorite place?

he does, but i can't say what it is yet. there’s a really good scene (about it) so look forward to that

Q: how much of kaguragi’s hair is a wig? also how long does the hair and makeup take?

the entire thing is a wig. it used to take a lot longer to get into hair and makeup, but the makeup artists have gotten used to it/have gotten better at it so the process is a lot faster now, which i’m really grateful for

Q: i heard shiokara's actor does a lot of adlibs. do you do that a lot as kaguragi too?

“sukonbu piiman” (”sour konbu peppers”, kaguragi mishearing “sukopi”) was an adlib

Q: are kaguragi's geta (wooden sandals) hard to walk in?

it was at first, but i've gotten used to it now

Q: what’s your favorite anime?

code geass, gurren lagann, higurashi no naku koro ni. i like intense anime

Q: favorite musician?

BUMP OF CHICKEN

Q: favorite flower?

pansies

Q: favorite food?

curry, sushi, and yakiniku

Q: i love how hachi ohger incorporates kabuki movements in his fighting style. what's your relationship with kabuki?

i really like kabuki. it wasn’t a traditional kabuki production but when i was younger i saw a performance of “super kabuki” and thought it was really cool. as for kaguragi/hachi ohger, the suit actors and i would watch videos of kabuki actors and try to mimic their movements.

Q: we want to see the fruits of your (muscle) training!! please let kaguragi wear a tank top!!

hopefully we get to do a scene like that hahaha

Q: do you look up your name online?

i do... so please don’t say mean things about me ;w;

Q: what's kaguragi's favorite vegetable? my nephew who’s growing vegetables at home would like to know!

wow! kaguragi would love anything homegrown. but maybe in particular he likes tomatoes, or eggplants

Q: what’s your favorite thing about kaguragi’s outfit?

the haori (coat), definitely. it’s when i put it on that i really feel like i’ve transformed into kaguragi. but the outfit weighs 5 kilos... so heavy...

Q: tell us about the "H" incident

the what....? *suddenly remembers* OHHHH HAHAHA

so during the roll call scene in episode 10 where aoto (yanma) said "eichi no ou, yanma gasuto! (king of wisdom, yanma gast!)" i thought he said "eichi" as in the latin letter “H” (in japanese, H = hentai/ecchi, in other words he thought yanma said he was “the king of perverts/sex” LOL)

Q: what's kaguragi's color? (asking for light stick reasons since there’s no black color setting on a light stick)

it's orange, i'm pretty sure!

END

i joined in kinda late so there’s probably some questions i missed (and sorry if i remembered some details wrong, i was multitasking and not fully focused, but i did take simple notes) he also talked abt things like how he plays valorant and how great his muscle training is going etc (he lamented that kaguragi wears so much clothing and he doesn’t get to show off his muscles lol). i think i remember he also teased something about kaguragi and rita as a duo and something ~maybe~ happening with them in the plot

it was his first time hosting a twitter space and he gave off very boomer energy because he had No idea what he was doing. people kept trying to help him understand how to let in other speakers but he gave up lol xD he was kind of nervous but it was still a lot of fun! himeno and shiokara’s actors were there too, and he might do a twt space with the both of them next time ^^

[petersbaby]

Possessive!stepbroeddie

OKAY it’s finally done.

*disclaimer that you are 18*

Warnings: a little bit dark maybe? Stepcest, jealousy, fingering and that should be it

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It’s 8:30 on a cool dewy august morning. You ate like usual, made and drank your coffee and headed out the door.

Once in the car and away from your parents, you ask Eddie a question as he begins the drive to school. You could drive, technically, just didn’t have a car. Not enough money saved up to buy one. Because of this, you had been borderline taking advantage of his sweet spot for you, getting him to take you a bunch of places.

“Soooo… would you take me to a party tonight? Pretty please?”

“Is your mom okay with that? If so, why don’t you ask her to drive you?”

“You know she’s not. Come on, please.” You give him a sweet smile, the one that always got his knees a little weak.

“Fine, you little shit.” He says jokingly, “Who’s party anyways?”

“Umm, just a girl I know. I’ll tell my mom I’m spending the night at one of my friend’s houses”

He lets out a quiet and defeated “mhm, sure” as you pull into the parking lot.

“Bye, eds” you say as you jump out of the passenger seat and head to your first class.

After school, you ride home with him like usual. Once you get there, you tell your mom you’d be having a sleepover that night, to which she just says “okay”.

You head to your room excitedly to start picking what you want to wear. You eventually land on a low cut tank top and a black skirt. Until you got to the party, you decided to pull the skirt down a bit further and to cover up your chest and the sliver of midriff with a big fluffy cardigan sweater.

9pm comes around and Eddie shows up at your bedroom door.

“Do you want to go or not? I’m not waiting all day for you to get ready”

“It’s only like 9, what are you 70 years old??” You call out to him.

“I am not 70, thank you very much. Cmon.”

You swing open your door and he’s shocked by just how beautiful you look tonight.

Makeup done nice and pretty, mascara making your fluttering eyelashes more pronounced, black eyeliner (which he liked, A LOT), and a little bit of glitter on the inner corners of your eyes.

You said bye to your mom and step dad, and they tell Eddie to drive safe.

Once you’re near the address on the invite, you have him pull over a little farther back from the actual house. Once again, you really didn’t wanna be seen in this nasty van.

He puts it in park and you start to fix your outfit. First, you pulled off the sweater to reveal your tits halfway out and prominent. His gaze instantly falls to them.

You stand up after getting out and pull your skirt back up to it’s original (short) length.

“Hey, hey, woah.”

You look at him, “what?”

“Why are you taking your clothes off?”

“I’m not taking my clothes off, you’re exaggerating. I just had to tweak the outfit a bit so my mom wouldn’t see it.”

“You’re so sneaky, you know that? And you are not going in there like that.”

“Hm. Well, bye. Come get me around midnight, maybe one, and bring me back home.”

“Hey.” He snapped at you, and you freeze at the sudden bitterness in his tone.

He gets out of the car too, and walks over to you to grab your wrist before you can walk away from him.

“I said you’re not fucking wearing that.”

“You’re not my dad.” You retorted.

“No, but I’m your big stepbrother and I have to protect you whether you want me to or not. I’m going on with you.”

“Wha- no you’re not. Please just leave.” You beg, wanting this overprotective act to be over.

The truth is, he knew you’d have guys all over you.

He couldn’t stand the images playing in his head, or the fact that one could hurt or take advantage of you.

“I was trying to be nice, but you look like a slut, okay? You’re gonna attract a lot of attention, but not a good kind. I know what guys think.”

“What do they think, exactly?”

He’s growing more and more frustrated at your arguing and defiance. He pulls you by your arm over to his side of the van, which was the one facing the woods instead of the other houses on the street.

He pushes you up against the side of it, and you shiver at the feeling of the cold rusty metal on your back.

This is soon paired with two cold hands slipping under your skirt, firmly grabbing handfuls of your bare ass that was uncovered since you’d worn a thong.

“Jesus fucking christ. You were really prepared to be a whore tonight. Well it’s not gonna happen.” His legs was slotted between your legs, and one of his hands was around your throat and squeezing lightly.

“Eds, please. I’m sorry I- I….” Tears start to sting in your eyes at his harsh words.

“Hm? What’s the matter with you? Have you lost your mind?”

The tears spill, running quickly down your cheeks as you completely surrender.

His grip on you loosens and he relieves some of the pressure he was creating by pressing his body against yours tightly.

“There it is. Don’t have anymore arguing left in you, do ya?” You shake your head quickly. Tears streaming down your face, you decide to just call off the whole thing. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Let’s just go, eds, I couldn’t go in there now even if I wanted to.” You say, motioning to your visibly upset face. You walk around again to return the his passenger seat and shut the door hastily.

You felt completely embarrassed and confused as to why he freaked out on you like that. When he gets back in the van, no words are said as he starts to head presumably back to your house.

You ended up the very end of the road which is a dead end, sort of a cul-de-sac that was never finished. No houses, no street lights. You just assume he’s using it to turn around, but the van comes lurching to a stop.

All is dark except for the small interior light on the ceiling.

“You just wanted some attention, hmm? Is that it?”

“I-I don’t know, I guess so. I don’t know.” You look down, ashamed and belittled. He reaches over to swipe his thumb across your face to catch the warm tears off of it as they appear.

“Look at me. Hey. I’ll give you some, okay? Only me. You need something, you ask me, not go running to some random drunk guys.”

You nod, realizing that he’s pretty spot on. Of course you loved attention, who doesn’t? You just wanted to feel wanted. To have someone look at you like you’re beautiful. But he does, in this moment.

He crawls to the back of the van where the back seats had been taken out to carry stuff, like speakers and other band equipment.

It wasn’t very graceful, but he got back there. There were scattered blankets covering the nicotine stained interior fabric on the floor, and he patted the space in front of him.

You come to him, crawling between the two front seats to come resting on your knees in between his legs.

“C’mere. I’ll give you what you wanted. You want me to touch you, to tell you how hot you look, how beautiful you are? To tell you how amazing your body is in this outfit?”

He runs his hand through your hair.

“Maybe not now, you look a little crazy. You know, mascara all down your face.” He jokes and you punch him in the arm. He wets his thumbs with his spit which is kind of gross but endearing and did his best to get the black streaks off your cheeks.

He kisses you gently, treating you as a breakable object that he doesn’t want to hurt again. He hated seeing you cry and felt bad that he did. You crawl into his lap, straddling him. You dig your head into his shoulder for comfort, breathing in his signature scent that you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the world,

He starts to kiss your neck and starts to suck when he gets to your collar bones, definitely leaving bruises. He feels you up and down, all over, on top of your skimpy outfit.

“You’re beautiful, okay? And I know that everyone else thinks so, too, so you don’t have to go out and try to prove it. That’s all I was trying to say. Maybe I got a little mean.”

“A little?” You sniffle, looking at him trying to be serious but not able to stop the smile that starts to form on your face as you look at him. He just wants the best for you, you couldn’t be mad at that.

He reaches down, first to pull your panties to the side, but then decides to take them off altogether. You shimmy to try to help get them off, and immediately after they are, you return to sit on his lap, one leg on each side.

He slips his fingers in between your folds, the contrast of his still chilly hands and your heated core making you gasp and jump a little.

“Shh, calm down. It’s just me.” You relax into his touch, and he takes his time with you. He pulls the straps off your shoulders and kisses them, moving down to your breasts which he kisses the top of.

You pull the shirt the rest of the way down, the cool air hitting your nipples as they completely harden. He takes one, and then the other, into his mouth. Switching between sucking and kissing them. Once he feels you’re adequately wet, he slips his two fingers inside of you, deeper than you can reach with your own.

“Beautiful, baby, so beautiful. You’re mine.”

Your head falls forward at the words, resting on his shoulder once again.

“Oh fuck, please”, you moaned, but softly and right against his ear which gives him goosebumps. He continues to work you with his fingers, starting to curl them inside of you every now and then. You mewl, almost uncontrollably. Your sounds just give him more energy and satisfaction, maybe a little ego boost.

“I feel you squeezing, close already?” He smirks.

“Mmh, yes.”

“Good girl, come on then”, he responds and quickens the pace and intensity of his fingers fucking you in and out.

You want to cry out, but bite down on his shoulder instead as your whole body tenses and relaxes, and you didn’t know how bad you needed this release until now.

“So pretty, look at you. This is all you wanted, isn’t it?”

Removing his fingers, he kisses you again. “Happy?” You can only nod. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Now cmon, put the sweater back on and we can go get some food.” He says, grabbing it and handing it to you and climbing back up to the front and you follow.

-

A couple hours after your departure, you arrived back home. Your mom is surprised, and asks you what happened.

“I just changed my mind, then we went to get something to eat and they took a long time at the restaurant.”

She seems satisfied enough with that answer. You both head upstairs to your respective bedrooms.

[6lostgirl6]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a poly Bill and Ted, with a very feminine s/o? Their s/o is really feminine and loves everything pink and cute, they wear bows all the time and cute little skirts and stuff? If you wouldn't mind writing this:)

I don’t mind at all! I’m happy to have my first Bill and Ted Request! I hope you enjoy! Huge thanks to @patient1666074 for their help with some of these ideas!

Pretty In Pink

TW: None

Poly!Bill And Ted With A Very Feminine S/O

You were definitely unique, not only being a transfer student at San Dimas High, but also because of your style. Your wardrobe consisted of pastels, with the color pink dominating every other color you owned. You weren't afraid to wear extravagant bows and skirts and decorate yourself with necklaces and bracelets. 

When you first transferred to San Dimas High, you were the talk of the school. Your fashion was unique and attracted some bullies but also attracted some admirers. 

Such admirers include our lovable idiots, Bill and Ted.

You met them through sharing history class together where you took over the vacant seat next to bill’s with Ted being diagonal to your upper right.

You were really smart with a big heart so whenever the two seemed to be lost in what they were learning, you would quickly help them out with Mr. Ryan’s back turned. 

Mr. Ryan totally knew what was going on but he found you to be a very good influence and noticed their grades were doing a little better with your help so he allowed it.

Due to this, it made Bill and Ted crush on you even harder. 

It was during the time of the history oral presentation and when they acquired the telephone booth when they finally asked you out. 

They have traveled with you back in time where poodle skirts were popular in the 50's because you thought they were very pretty and you couldn't find them anywhere. They love making you happy.

Bill loves your bows and accessories while Ted loves your skirts and stockings. We all remember that scene where Ted tried sticking his head back in the hole to see those women. He likes what he sees and what he sees is what he likes.

Your room is completely opposite from theirs, everything is practically pink and seems to simmer with your huge collection of stuffed animals.

When Bill and Ted visit your place, they like putting on your stuff because they’re always fiddling with your things. So you decided to give them some of your stuff to wear.

Bill would wear your bracelets and Ted would wear your necklaces. 

Bill’s love language is words of affirmation and quality time while Ted is quality time and physical touch. They both also share acts of service. 

Therefore, when Bill and Ted are in love, they love hard and are incredibly sweet. They like to buy you gifts whenever they have enough money to afford it.

When it was close to your birthday, the boys saved enough money to buy you a cute plushy that wore a big pink bow and went, “Look, it's your twin!” 

They have gotten you things that range from plushies, clothes, earrings, and even makeup items that you really wanted. 

In return, you bought them new band shirts and helped Bill turn some of them into crop tops.

They like when you practice makeup on them. In the beginning, Ted was a little confused why you would need to practice on them but it’s easy to have him go along with it.

Whenever you’re getting ready to put on makeup, Bill and Ted will look through your supplies and try to guess what they are for and always get it wrong. 

When you showed them your false eyelashes one time and took them off, they about cried. You had to explain to them that no you did not just rip off your real eyelashes and you were not in pain.

[hockeyboysimagines]

hii, can you do 4 and 5 from the smut prompts with barzy?

This was fun. Thanks for the first Barzy request🤍

Breakups were tough.

The crying, the drama, the untangling of your life from another person was hard.

In fact, it sucked.

You sighed as you folded Mat’s laundry and placed it neatly on your kitchen counter, next to the rest of his things he’d be coming for. You’d never been in a more toxic relationship, but you’d also never loved someone as much as you loved him.

An impossible situation to be face with and you were still not sure you’d made the right one. You just couldn’t take the fighting anymore. It was the same vicious cycle. Fighting, apologizing, makeup sex. While it was fun and exciting for a while, it had become emotionally draining.

He would be coming to get his things soon, and you were dreading seeing him. You’d put it off for a long time, hoping that maybe things would get better or that you guys could talk it out, but much to your dismay that did not happen.

There was a knock at your door, and then it opened.

While breakups were hard, breaking up with someone who looked like Mat Barzal was even harder. He looked so good as he breezed in and set his keys down. You loved him, even now, but you couldn’t keep pretending things were okay. Not anymore.

“I folded your stuff.” You said quietly pointing at it. He looked at you for a long minute and nodded.

“Thanks.” He ran the toe of his shoe across the floor and put his hands in his pockets “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“No I’m not, but I can’t live this way anymore. Can you? And why would you want to? If I make you so miserable-“

“I’ve never said you made me miserable. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You didn’t have to.” You said shaking your head “It’s pretty obvious. We fight everyday-“

“We don’t fight everyday.”

“We do Mat, we do. Don’t you want to be with someone who doesn’t make you crazy? Who doesn’t make you so angry?”

“No not really. But if you want out then fine.��

“Do you even care?” You we’re getting a little angry at his attitude. For someone who had just asked if you were sure you wanted to split, he was acting a little too cool.

“Why should I care Y/N? You obviously don’t.”

You rolled your eyes “Okay Mat. Whatever you say.”

He turned to his stuff and gave a hollow laugh “Good luck finding someone to put up with your attitude.”

You turned slowly “Excuse me?”

“You think you can do so much better? Go ahead. I dare you.”

Hot tears pricked at your eyes “Do you hate me or something?”

He froze and half turned “I don’t hate you. I couldn’t I just- never mind.” As he went to grab his laundry you put a hand on his arm.

He turned to look at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since he walked in.

You didn’t even register that he was leaning in until he pressed his lips roughly against yours. You kissed him back, even though your brain was telling you stop. You were supposed to be strong, to tell him to get out and leave you alone, and yet here you were kissing him and letting him lift your shirt hurriedly above your head in the kitchen. You were leaned back against the counter, half naked and pulling at the rest of each others clothing.

“Mat I-“ you couldn’t speak however because he placed a hand on your face, one finger stroking your lower lip.

“i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup” he said breathlessly, before giving you a very wet sloppy kiss. Your senses were on overdrive, your entire body practically shaking in anticipation.

Mat’s hands were everywhere, yanking your leggings and underwear down, pushing you back so you were leaned against the counter. You let out a ragged breath, watching while he pulled his own jeans down, and moved forward, hooking his arm under one leg and pushing inside you.

You felt lightheaded, your skin was hot, and the counter was jamming into your lower back, but being with Mat never ever got old. Every time was like the first time. Your head fell backwards, hair tickling your elbows. One of his hands reached forward, grabbing you by the chin and bringing you back up to look him in the eye.

“Say you love me.” He said quietly, eyes piercing yours.

“I-I love- oh my god.” He said as he pulled your leg up higher, achieving a new angle.

“Say it.”

“I love you.” You said breathlessly. His hand move for your chin, down your chest and splayed across your stomach.

“No one could make you feel as good as i do”

Your legs felt like jelly as he continued to push roughly in and out of you, and you began to moan loudly, surely waking all your neighbors but you didn’t care.

This may be the last time you two were ever together so you would face the wrath of your building manager when he came to you with the complaints.

You came with a loud moan, which was cut off as he kissed you, pushed becoming lazy as he too reached his high.

When it was all over, and he moved away from you, helping you off the counter and handing you your underwear, he stepped forward and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Are we still broken up?” He said quietly.

You sighed “I don’t know. Ask me tomorrow.”

[sheenastark22]

Makeup, Make Out

Pairing: Eddie munson x plus size reader

This was a request and I’m super excited for it.

A/N I’m not very good at smut so I tried to give you an outline and let y’all imagine what you want. I hope you guys enjoy it

You and Eddie have been best friends since middle school, which felt like forever ago considering you’re both seniors now. Well this is technically Eddie’s second senior year, he’s one year older than you.

Recently, you and Eddie have gotten extra close. He drives you to and from school every day, he’s been buying you more gifts than usual, and even having sleepovers at his trailer. You even heard Eddie’s uncle ask Eddie if you all were dating because you’d been so close lately.

“You really think I’m dating Y/N?” Eddie laughed in response to his uncle.

But the way Eddie meant that and they way you took it were two different things.

Obviously Eddie was very good looking, so were you but you’re a little bigger than most girls, which is why you thought that Eddie wouldn’t date you because of your size (this is far from the truth)

Even though Eddie was “the freak” it wasn’t uncommon to hear girls talk about how much they’d like to have sex with him. You and Eddie always made fun of them because they were the same girls who treated his best friend like garbage. Eddie never had anything negative to say about you and when people would try to be mean at school he would immediately shut them up and you do the same for him.

However in your later years of highschool, the guys stopped being as mean and the even some of the girls were a little nicer. You still plus size but now you’re plus size with curves. Since you and Eddie have been hanging out more, some people thought it was because you guys were fucking, but that wasn’t it. Most of the time it was to listen to music or just have deep conversations.

Today, Eddie asked you to come over and you said yes so now you’re on your way to Eddie’s when you got an idea, what if you did his makeup. You bring your makeup bag with you and some extra clothes because you’ll probably spend the night and most of his clothes are too small for you.

“Hey Eddie, is your uncle not home?” You say as you walk into his trailer like you own the place, it’s getting close to summer time and Eddie doesn’t have AC so you’re wearing a white cropped tank top with some denim shorts that show off your curves and white converse with your hair half way up, perfectly framing your face, showing your makeup skills.

“Nope, he’s working double today Princess” he paused looking you yo and down trying not to be obvious about his crush. “I like what you did with your hair today” he finished his sentence. “Thanks Eds, so I got an idea. Do you remember the other day when you told me that I was really good at makeup and that the guys who wear eyeliner and play guitar are really metal?”

He looks at you excitedly, “ I remember something like that”

“We’ll good because i brought my makeup today and figured we’d try out some eyeliner, you gotta out your hair back first tho”.

“Shit. I don’t have a hair tie”

“That’s ok” you sit down on his bed “Come sit infront of me and I’ll put it up with one of my rubber bands” Eddie plops down infront of you on his bed letting you gently gather his hair into a loose ponytail, leaving a few strands out. “There ya go, now turn around so I can do your makeup pretty boy” he watched as you brought him close to you and he took in the scent of your perfume while you made sure to be gentle and do his eyeliner. He noticed you were kind of struggling as if you couldn’t get close enough.

“Would it help if you sat in my lap sweetheart?” That question took you by surprise, Eddie knew you were a bigger girl, has this man lost his mind? “Eddie are you serious right now?” You ask kind of scared to know the answer. “Why wouldn’t I be? y/n you are 5’4, I’m quite a bit taller than you, it’d be easier if you were in my lap so you can make me look all metal.” “Boy, I may be shorter than you but i am also heavier than you!” You say kind of frustrated that he’s making you explain yourself. “So?”

He says with a smirk. “I can handle it” he’s so pleased with himself right now, you roll your eyes. “Eddie I really just don’t know” he cuts off your rambling by grabbing your hips and placing you on his lap. This man is so strong for no reason. You felt like a ragdoll being slung around.

“See I’m fine, now finish my eyeliner if you don’t mind m’lady”

“Okay” you giggle. You’d never felt this close to him. When you we’re almost finish you had him open his eyes so you could get the bottom part good. When he does he looks you up and down fully taking you in.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are y/n”

“Eddie are you high right now”

He tries to act hurt by the question but you both know he’s not, “Nope, stone cold sober, surprisingly”

“So you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Absolutely I do, I always have but I’ve been and idiot and too scared to say anything. I don’t know why but now just seemed like the perfect time to tell you. Everything about you is beautiful; you’re amazing curves, your stretch marks, these thighs, how soft you are, your beautiful face, how kind and funny you are. You’re my dream girl.”

“I don’t know what to say, I’ve kind of always had a crush on you too but I just thought you saw me like a sister or something, especially since I’m fat and I over heard you and your uncle the other day”

“Oh y/n I only said that because I didn’t think I was good enough for you”

“I wish I would’ve known that, I’ve been trying to lose weight ever since that day so maybe I would be” he cut you off again, but this time with a kiss, eye liner half way done and all. He didn’t care he just wanted you. This kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss either, it was slow and passionate, the kind to make fireworks go off in your head. Then he pulled away with one hand around your waist and the other holding your chin.

“Never try to change for anyone, especially not me. I love you as you are.” He kisses you again and you could feel the passion he tugged at the bottom of your tank top for you to take it off, you do and he leaves a few hickeys down your chest and gets to your stomach and kisses it all over. When he gets to your shirts he begins to unbutton them, giving you a look first to make sure it’s ok. You nod. He takes them off you and takes you in. He begins to kiss down your thighs and he gets to your panties feeling how wet you are. You pulls them down and slips his fingers into you slowly, you feel his rings against you. (Y’all use your imagination) he makes you feel so good. “I want to taste you” he says, the next thing you know his tounge is touching all the right spots, he makes you truly feel like a queen. (Again y’all use your imagination because I’m not good at writing smut) “Do you want me to taste you?” You ask.

“Over course I do, but today is all about my girl” my girl you loved the sound of that as he began to clean you up. He finished and layed down beside you. He looks you in they eyes and you could both tell what the other was thinking “How am I so lucky”. Now everyone who made assumptions before we’re right now. You were dating and you were HIS GIRL

[divine-donna]

buckle up, f*ckers

it’s been a bit since i’ve made a post. so have these driving head canons in a modern au for the hotd cast. idk i honestly think it would be funny when thinking about them driving.

ser criston cole

criston is pretty rigid when it comes to driving. he prefers the car to be silent while he drives so he’s not distracted. and sometimes, it can be really awkward because you don’t really feel like you should talk while he drives. he is generally smooth, good at following traffic laws, and he gets to places. but he’s someone to join when you need to run errands.

“(y/n), there is no eating in my car! you will make a mess. besides, you can wait another five minutes for us to return home so we can eat.”

daemon targaryen

a much cooler driver, daemon is a lot more casual with traffic laws. sometimes, he doesn’t signal when he turns (a little frustrating). but he tends to drive at night when there’s no one else but himself around. he prefers late night drives and scenic drives and be alone with his thoughts. but he will play his music loud just to annoy the hell out of criston.

“something on your mind (y/n)?...well, how about you come with me? late night drives are the best way to clear your head.”

rhaenyra targaryen

rhaenyra is someone that doesn’t drive often. but when she does pull up, it’s in a nice fancy car, windows rolled down, sunglasses on. she’s a cool aunt after all and rather lax with driving. driving with her is always a joy as you two catch up on what has happened recently. she also loves going fast and stepping on that gas petal.

“do you need me to come pick you up?...okay. i will be there in a few minutes. i just need to grab this bottle of wine first.”

alicent hightower

our residential soccer mom, alicent has everything and anything anyone needs. a change of clothes? in her car. snacks? in her car. makeup? her car. she has the minivan and everything, always counting heads and making sure everyone is inside and buckled up first. she loves her minivan! and when she’s not with her kids, she’ll turn on an audiobook while she drives to work.

“i should have it in here...aha! a change of clothes for you (y/n) and some snacks. if you need anything else, just tell me.”

aegon targaryen

aegon isn’t allowed to drive. not with the large amount of duis and speeding tickets stacked up at alicent’s desk. he drives anyways. it’s just a matter of him not getting caught after all. aegon loves to go fast and he’s rather careless. oftentimes, he doesn’t buckle his seatbelt or signal his turns. it’s kind of a miracle that you haven’t died yet.

“(y/n)! i’ve come to pick you up!...what? not happy to see me? i’m not like my mom, i know. but we can go to wendy’s on the way?”

aemond targaryen

aemond is a very responsible driver. he prefers to have someone in the car with him, like you. after all, you help him with his blind spots and with spatial awareness. he’s practiced a lot and spent many hours on the road so he can master driving. he passed his test with flying colors. you much prefer to be in the car with aemond. plus he has better music taste than aegon.

“if you want, you can attach your phone to the aux and play whatever you want. we’re going to be on the road for a while. although that’s the price of going to this concert.”

helaena targaryen

helaena is one of the best drivers among her siblings. she does, however, get really anxious on the road. there are plenty of times where she had to pull over to calm herself so she wouldn’t get into an accident. poor girl has still not gone onto the highway because of how intimidating it is.

“i hate the highway. always so scary. and people can be unnecessarily mean while on the road. well, at least we’re going to the mall.”

jacaerys velaryon

jace is like his mom in many ways, in that he has a more relaxed attitude towards traffic laws. but he’s also a safe driver, making sure everyone is buckled in and that everyone has everything. he’s often the go-to soccer mom among people his age. he takes all of his friends on trips to restaurants and the mall.

“(y/n)! i’m outside! let’s get going! we have to pick up helaena and aemond. i don’t know why aemond’s coming though.”

[babyyweebbitch]

Redfield family chronicles

please enjoy 😀 this is gonna be long because i don’t feel like making multiple posts so get some snacks 😁 these are mainly just big moments in the readers life as Chris’ daughter. i’m gonna do this for more characters as well i can also do requests about something that wasn’t included here :))

“example” — chris talking

content warning : black & fem! reader , chris being a single father , cursing , cigarettes and alcohol , cheating , depression , bullying , death , murder

Cheater….

chris had been off for a few days now , recently your mother wasn’t acting like herself and being sneaky around chris. he didn’t want to confront her about it because he was so stressed out with dealing with work, his already existing depression and taking care of you that he couldn’t handle anymore on his plate

ever since he came home he let her do whatever she wanted, going out with her friends, sleeping — anything because he wanted to take care of you and give her a break. he did notice that whenever she came home she smelt like another man and cigarettes which the cigarette smell bothered him more than anything to be honest — she’s around you and your nostrils can’t handle strong smells like that yet so he asked her whenever she came home to shower and brush her teeth to get the cigarette and man smell off of her which led to her getting defensive the first time he asked

currently chris was sitting on the couch watching Television on low volume with you in one arm and in the other was a weighted grip he squeezed just to get some kind of workout in even while he was resting, you on the other hand were out like a light, all day you were playing and didn’t even nap when you were supposed to so at least he would be able to get a good sleep that night, the first time in a while too. your mother had walked into the house stumbling everywhere and smelt of strong alcohol, cigarettes and that man again. this time chris was fed up so he carefully went to your nursery, placed you down and turned on the humidifier to get moisture in there for you. once he was certain you’d stay asleep he left the room and went to the bathroom where your mother was

“listen… I’ve let it slide for this long but what the hell? you’ve came home every night since i’ve been home smelling and looking like shit. and that cologne i smell isn’t mine so who’s is it?” he said keeping his voice low enough for her to hear but low enough so it wouldn’t wake you up. she leaned on the counter staring in the mirror while wiping her makeup off. she kinda just laughed after he asked his question

“i don’t smell like shit — You’re the one who smells like shit, Chris. when’s the last time you showered?” she slurred drunkenly and pretty loud too, chris had to shush her and he stepped into the bathroom closing the door behind him as well

“stop talking so loud — our daughter is trying to sleep” he hissed, placing his hand on the edge of the counter and staring at her face as if trying to scan it for something. he very rarely got mad at her because deep down he really loved her but it was the complete opposite for her

“okay and? i pay for this place i’ll talk as loud as i fuckin want” she said, the exact same tone as she was talking at before, she leaned her shoulder on the wall for support so she didn’t fall over

“so do i so stop talking so loud, Jess — answer my question. who’s Cologne is it?”

“none of your business….” she threw the makeup wipe away after she was done and she left the rest room to make her way to the bedroom and get a change of clothes, chris followed behind her and closed the door so you really wouldn’t be able to hear anything they were talking about — not that you would be able to understand a word

“Jessica DeShawn Davis, i’ve had it up to here with you — you’re coming back home smelling like cigarettes, alcohol, cologne that isn’t fucking mine. your clothes change every time you come back and you expect me to be okay with that? we have a daughter babe! she can’t be smelling shit like that especially from her parents, we’re supposed to be her role models and this isn’t what i want her to be” he watched as she moved around the closet finding clothes to change into, normally he’s never said her full name like this but this is how you knew he was actually done with how she was acting

“ the fuck…? ‘this isn’t what i want her to be’? the fuck do you mean by that?” she got all offended by this. whenever she was drunk she tended to be more aggressive and unpredictable. so she got closer to him and tried to push him which only caused him to move slightly.

“look at you, babe! you’re drunk and not yourself. this isn’t the Jessica i married five years ago! this isn’t the Jessica i protected in highschool, this isn’t the Jessica i had a daughter with 10 months ago. you’re a different person that i don’t even know anymore. so please i’m not gonna ask again after this — who’s cologne is it?”

she tried pushing him again but all he really did was gently place his hands on her shoulders and sit her on the bed. he knew he wasn’t gonna get an answer out of her at this point so he started walking towards the door “when you’re ready to talk, i’ll be in the living —“

“i’m cheating on you…..” was all that came from her, he froze in his spot and he didn’t move for a solid 30 seconds before turning to face her

“what…. the fuck…. did you just say?” he was so in shock he started panting “tell me you didn’t just say that….. please for the love of god tell me you didn’t just say what i think you said…”

she was looking down at the floor and she started crying “i’m cheating on you — i have been for three months. you’re never home and i get lonely home all day with Y/N so i met this guy on a d—“

“jessica….. listen… im gonna go sleep in the living room or in her nursery tonight, take a shower, do whatever you need to do…. in the morning when we wake up i’ll help you pack your shit and you’re getting the fuck out — go with that man you were with, go anywhere that’s not here or with Claire…. i’ll send you divorce papers and all that stuff when i can fully comprehend everything…” he said after taking a few deep breath’s. he was about to leave when he felt her grab his shirt, he turned around carefully not to accidentally elbow her

“please, im sorry! i’m so so sorry!” she said while crying, once again he gently grabbed her shoulders and he guided her to the bed and sat her down

“keep it down tonight — she is trying to sleep. goodnight” was all he really said to her before he left the room, as always he was very calm even though he wanted so badly to give her an earful but he knew that wouldn’t really be the way to go about things — especially to the woman he loved. he went to your nursery where you were still sound asleep and he sat down in the rocking chair he used to rock you to sleep, he fell sleep after thinking for hours, your mother was still in the room doing whatever the hell she was doing

once morning finally came around he called claire to ask if she could watch over you while he was working — he had to go back to work in a few days. he explained the situation to her and claire was fucking livid that your mother would do something like that, she immediately said yes and that she was going to get on a plane from new york to (your birth state) and be there as fast as she could.

after the call with his sister he went to go get you from your crib, he did the normal morning routine and went to make everyone breakfast, even your mother. as mad has he was at her right now he still found it in his heart to make her food before he helped her. when she came out he kinda ignored her and kept cooking while you played in the living room

“hey….” she said as she went to the kitchen where chris was, she remembered everything from last night, she watched as he cooked your breakfast first — chris didn’t even pay her any attention, kinda like she wasn’t even there. he gently moved her out the way of the cabinet so he didn’t hit her head with the door as he got you a plate

“are you gonna keep ignoring me?” she asked, moving out of his way so he can get stuff from the cabinets, drawers or whatever. he put your food on a plate, went to go get you from the living room. he is so happy you don’t understand what is happening right now, you’re just being a baby, no worries except for what you you’re gonna play with or try to eat next. he placed you in the high chair and gave you the small plate of eggs, cut up sausage, banana and juice. once you started eating he went to make him and jessica food

“chris, you’re not being you right now — please talk to me”

“ironic isn’t it, Jess. i said the exact same thing last night” he responded rather quickly. “have you thought about where you’re gonna go?”

“you were serious about the divorce and kicking me out?”

“did i look like i was playing? after we eat you’re getting out, claire said she’ll be here to watch Y/N while i’m working. hopefully she doesn’t go find a new brother while i’m working” he said as he cracked some eggs and made their food

“oh my fucking god, Chris… seriously?”

“language — we have a baby here”

she scoffed and went to the bedroom to start packing her stuff. chris turned to check on you who already made a mess with the food

“awe….” he thought you were adorable because you had the biggest smile on your face right now. after he was done cooking he went to eat with you and left a plate of breakfast for jessica in case she wanted to eat. he saw her come out the room in changed clothes and the credit card that they both shared, she placed it in front of him and then went to go pack the rest of the things she wanted to keep, chris didn’t say anything he just kept eating with you

after she was done she came out with two suitcases of her stuff and left — she didn’t even say bye to you or anything. chris watched her leave and he sighed realising he’s gonna have to take care of you by himself of course with some help from claire. he knew it was going to be hard as hell but he had to suck it up and do the best he could with you….

Bullies…

during the past 9 years he’s been taking care of you by himself, he got divorced from Jessica and you both moved into an apartment after selling the house you grew up in for 3 years, his depression was bad still since he’s still always working and is away from home a lot but he has Claire or one of his good friends watch you while he’s gone which helps him stress a lot less about you.

he gets a few weeks off every two or three months so he spends his days off with you doing whatever you’d like, this time he was off he noticed you coming home from school alot sadder each day and staying in your room a lot more.

he went to go check up on you and you were crying in your bed holding a stuffed animal he had bought you while he was in Asia. he thought the worse and went to go comfort you letting you cry as long as you wanted. after you finally calmed down he spoke

“honey what’s wrong? did something happen?” he asked, holding you close to him and he rubbed your back with one hand and the other was wiping your tears away.

“k….kids are so mean to me, dad…. they’re so mean and i don’t know what i did….t…to make them hate me so much” you cried out, you barely got through the sentence without crying, chris’ heart dropped after you said that, “i…i don’t wanna go back…. they’re so mean…. one of the kids cut some of my hair today too…. another p—“

“where?” he asked, you had an afro was pretty fluffy and curly so it was hard to tell if it was cut or not from a distance but you moved a part of it to show where it was cut, it was cut so short that it looked like a bald patch in the back of your head. chris examined the patch and he hid his anger best he could as he moved your hair back over the patch.

“jesus…. okay listen, you’re not going to school tomorrow…. or for the rest of the week — i’m gonna go up to the school and talk to the teachers and whoever the hell is letting you get bullied like this. do you know why they’re bullying you…?” he was almost afraid of the answer because he knew why — in highschool your mother was bullied because of her skin colour, he protected her and was her friend all throughout highschool and he was worried that was what was happening to you

“my skin colour and hair…” you mumbled he nodded cause he was right, he helped you calm all the way down and he distracted you with TV while he called the school to schedule a meeting and to say you would be going for the rest of the week.

once the next day came you both headed to the school for the meeting, you got very nervous after seeing the kids who bullied you and you tried hiding yourself with your dads jacket he had given you. what you didn’t see was the kids who bullied you were shitting themselves seeing who your dad is and how freaking huge he was, it almost made them regret the things they did

“is that her dad?” one kid asked, obviously scared

“i didnt know he was that big — i’m scared now…” another replied, you guys got to the office and had the meeting with the teachers like scheduled.. everyone talked, you told them about what was going on and they actually pulled the kids into the room to have a chat with them as well. the kids ended up getting suspended for a few days and you both were told they would try to do something different to prevent it from happening again (spoiler, school systems suck, nothing changed but you changed to a better school)

Kitty!

now you’re 13 years old in middle school, the year just began and everything is going by smoothly now. all summer you’ve been asking Chris for a pet, more specifically a cat. you’ve always wanted a cat of your own and thought having something at the house to keep you company whenever chris was working or something would be nice.

the school day just ended and you told chris you’d be a little late because you and your friends were gonna go get food and go to the park after school, which he was okay with just said to be home before 8 o’clock and to text him that you were okay every once and a while. it was about 7:30 and you were almost home. you and your friend Jason lived in the same apartment complex so you walked home together

“dude! i almost forgot! my dad said i can have a sleepover this weekend with a few friends and i wanted to invite you, can you ask your dad if it’s okay?” jason said as you walked into the complex, jason was your best friend since 4th grade after you had moved school along with another girl named Willow

“yeah, i’m pretty sure he’ll be okay with it i’ll text you what he says!” you said, he walked you all the way to your door before you both hugged goodbye — the awkward part was chris heard your voice as you were walking up so he opened the door as you were hugging Jason

“oh hi, Mr Redfield! i brought her back in one piece!” he said jokingly and also nervously because chris was very intimidating

“thank you, Jason. have a good night and get home safe” he said with as smile as you ducked under his arm to walk inside the house. him and jason had a good relationship with one another, just Jason has always been intimidated by Chris since day one. chris watched as Jason left and watched to make sure he got home safe and sound before entering the house

“how was — Y/N!” he ran to you as you were just about to climb onto the counter, he just made it a rule that you couldn’t climb onto counters after you scared the shit out of him a few days ago, you were climbing onto the counter and saw a bug, it scared you and you fell — chris ended up catching you but it still scared the ever living hell out of him

“whaattt…? i wasnt gonna actually fully stand!” you said as he picked you up by the armpits and placed you back onto the floor where you’re safe

“still — you could fall. what did you wanna get?”

“meanie….. i was gonna get a granola bar” you said as you watched him grab you the granola bar and hand it to you

“here — also i have a surprise for you. close your eyes” he said as he started to slowly creep towards the hallway, watching you as he backed up

“is it a car?” you joked

“you’re not 16 yet — plus i’ve seen you drive in GTA…. close your eyes!” he’s regretting letting you buy that game btw…. the more he watches you play, the more he rethinks letting you get it

“okay okay!” you covered your eyes with your hand and waited, chris went to his room and picked up a box that had air holes in it and went back to the living room to place it down

“okay, open your eyes and come here” he said as he sat down on the couch, you opened your eyes and saw the box, you went over like he said and sat down in front of the box

“so it’s a tiny car” you said as a joke

“just open it you dork” he playfully nudged you and laughed as he did, he quickly pulled out his phone so he could record this moment and watch it back whenever he wanted to. as you opened the box a small tuxedo kitten popped its head out and meowed, you were shocked a kitten just came out the box

“is this mine??” you asked your father, looking over at him and started tearing up since you’ve wanted a cat for so long

“yes she is” he said with a smile on his face, he had planned on getting you a pet for so long he just wanted to make sure you were ready. you started full on crying and picked up the kitten, the kitten started purring immediately and cuddled into you

“t….thank you!” you said through a cry, you never thought you were gonna be able to get a cat. chris put down his phone and hugged you careful of the kitten in your arms

“what are you gonna name her?” he asked as he watched you hug the kitten closely to you, it’s like you didn’t wanna let her go

“willow” you said, willow was the name of your friend you had in 4th grade, she died during a car accident during the last few weeks of summer and you still haven’t been able to fully comprehend it. when you, Jason and her all met it was like an inseparable trio that did everything together so when she died it killed a part of you too. Jason stood at your house the rest of the summer after she died just because you both needed each other

chris immediately knew why you decided to name her willow which made him sad for a few seconds, he was friends with her parents who also died during the crash “you chose a good name….” was all he said to that, after a few seconds you stopped crying and placed the cat down on the floor to watch her roam around

“oh yeah! Jason wants to know if i can go to his house for a sleepover this weekend? a few of our friends are gonna be there too” you said, as willow started to play with your backpack string while you weren’t looking

“as long as you’re safe, i don’t have a problem with it” he said, standing up to go make dinner, you smiled happily and went to look for Willow

“oh, willow! your biting my backpack silly!” you said, she started running around and jumping out in random places to scare you, and it worked. your phone buzzed and it was Jason

the text reading: hey, what did your dad say?

‘he said i can go as long as i’m safe, also he got me a kitty! she has a lil bow tie on her’ you sent a picture of the cat to him

‘you did!? she’s so freaking cute, im gonna steal her! what did you name her’

‘i named her after Willow…’

‘i was gonna suggest that if you didn’t already name her’

‘i really miss her ya’know….’

‘i know, i do too’

you sat on the floor looking at your phone case, it had a polaroid of you, jason and willow. chris looked over to see if you were coming to help you and as you just staring at your case — you did that since her death and it still hurts him every time you look at it….

the day that made him terrified

it was a month after your 16th birthday and you had gotten a job and your drivers license so you could drive Chris’ truck to and from work. you were texting your father on your break and sending him random memes that he just sent ‘😀’ to every time which made you laugh. you were sitting in the truck during your last break of the day before you worked two more hours and went home when you heard a knock on the window, it startled the hell out of you but you slowly rolled down the window

“i don’t have anything on me right now i’m sorry” you said thinking it was a homeless person asking for something. as you were about to roll the window up they reached a hand inside with a rag, put it over your mouth and nose making you pass out. once you were passed out they took you and left in a black truck after a few minutes

after a few hours of not hearing from you, chris was getting worried so he tried to call you a few times, even leaving a few voicemails where he got increasingly more panicky each time. then he thought maybe you were with Jason and your phone just died so he called him

“hello?”

“hey jason — is Y/N with you? she’s not answering my calls…”

“no, i thought she was home i was gonna come over to drop off some stuff for her”

now he was confused as hell…. you both are always together after work so he didn’t know what to say “oh…. can i use your car to drive to her work — just to see if she’s working overtime and didn’t tell me….” he felt bad asking him to use his car

“yeah sure, i don’t mind i’ll be over in a second”

“alright…”

chris hung up and for some reason he had a gut wrenching feeling something horrible happened to you, he got ready and fed Willow before leaving

“hey, here you go — is it okay if i come too… i have this weird feeling i should go” Jason said handing chris his keys

“yeah, of course” they both headed to his car and started driving to your job — the entire car ride was silent since they both were scared and has the same feeling. as they pulled up to the parking lot of your job they saw the truck was still there so they just thought you were working overtime again

“m…maybe she’s still working…?” jason said as the feeling in his stomach got worse he felt sick — same for chris

“yeah…. you stay here i’m gonna go check inside” he said as he got out the car and went inside the building. he didn’t see you at the front where you normally work “hey um… i’m Y/N Redfields father and i just wanted to check and see if she was still working? i havent heard from her at all and it’s getting pretty late” he said to a lady that was restocking the shelves. meanwhile Jason got out to check inside the truck, the keys were still inside, window rolled down window your phone and a note on the steering wheel that read

‘our daughter will be happy with the parent she deserves’ jason ran inside the store and grabbed chris

“chris, please come here — like now!” he was panicking and shaking. the lady was in the middle to telling chris how you were supposed to be back hours ago.

“what jas—“ jason pulled him to the truck and pointed to the note on the steering wheel — he stood there for a while before he reached inside to grab your phone. when he opened it your lock screen was changed from you and chris to you tied in the back of the truck “no….. no! goddamn it!” he yelled, throwing your phone in the car again to pace back and forth

“what?! what?!” jason stood up straight after leaning on his car to somehow calm himself down, chris was very angry and scared at the same time he didn’t know what to feel right now

“she took her! she fucking kidnapped my daughter!”

“w-who?!” chris forget jason didn’t know about your mother and he said for you not to tell anyone until he said it was ok or when she was dead.

“listen — are you okay to drive right now?”

“i…i think so yeah”

“okay — i can’t tell you here because it’s way more complex and fucked up for anyone else to hear but i trust you and so does Y/N…. we’re gonna go to my house and i’m gonna tell you about her mother” he said as he went into his truck and jason went into his car. they both started driving to the apartment complex and parked the cars. they both went into chris’ house and chris closed the door

“chris, will she be okay? please tell me she’s gonna be okay….” he asked as he went to sit at the dining table, chris stool across from him and sighed

“her mother went crazy after our divorce and started creating bio weapons, actual weapons and such just to fuck with the BSAA knowing the things she was making was a lot for us to handle. but we were able to adapt to her weapons — my last mission i noticed she had a plan to take Y/N but i didn’t think she could do it. but fuck was i wrong….. that woman is dangerous and the only way to stop her plans is to kill her so, we’re gonna have to get our hands dirty soon… so to answer your question, jason…. i don’t know if she’s gonna live or not” chris said the last part almost as a mumble and he looked down at the floor, he’s lost almost everyone in his life but if he lost you he would genuinely be so lost. you’re his best friend and legitimately the only thing keeping him alive right now… after a few seconds chris sat down at the table

“we’re gonna have to kill someone today…..?” jason asked to break the silence between them — he was staring blankly down at the table like he was zoning out

“you don’t have to — your parents would kill me if they found out i let their son kill someone for my daughter…. you can help but—“

“i love her, sir…. i would kill anyone for her — just to protect her so im going to help anyway i can…. weather or not my parents condone it or not, and even if you condone it or not.. i will protect Y/N with my life” he said, it’s almost like he was a completely different person now that he knew your situation and Chris was speechless. he didn’t realise how close you both were….

after about the entire night and most of the morning of planning of finding out exactly where you were they finally were on their way, Jason ended up telling his parents the situation and they even allowed him to do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t get killed. his parents thought of you as their daughter as well so they were just as worried as chris and jason

after they found the building you were kept at all night and half the morning and chris went in first, he told the BSAA about this and there were people from HQ helping as well. both jason and Chris were keeping well hidden until he heard a voice in a room

“let me go…. please.. i won’t tell my dad or anyone about this — i just wanna go home you crazy bitch!” you sounded so tired and in pain. all night you were basically tortured and had a bunch of chemicals in your system

“shut it! you’re not gonna go anywhere, Y/N…. you’re mine now” your mother said, walking up to you with a knife “he kept you away from me! he never once let me see you or even hold you one last time! he’s the one to blame here honey, not me. he’s the reason why you’re here right now” after he heard this Chris was about to get up and shoot up that room but Jason had to stop him, usually it would be the other way around

“she will kill her if you barge in there…”

“right…. can you crawl through that vent over there?” he whispered. jason nodded in response “good, im gonna need you to crawl in there, throw something so her back is turned and i’m gonna go in there and put her in a chokehold — you untie Y/N and get out of here. i do not care what is happening you both will leave here and get to a hospital, understood?”

“you know Y/N will want to help someway she can…”

“she can’t even move on her own…. they put a lot of shit into her system. now go” and with that Jason went to go do as he was told. once he was in he tossed something towards the back of the room making Jessica turn to look at it. that’s when chris barged in putting jessica into a choke hold and pulling her out the room to the hallway. those two fought outside as Jason started cutting you loose

“jason….?” you said weakly

“shhh — it’s okay i got you” he helped you out the bed you were strapped too and he tried his best to get you to the vent to get out

“wait…. there’s… theres a hard drive…” you pointed to a table that had a blue hard drive on it then you heard your father yell in pain after a gunshot

“you idiot! this was my perfect moment to get my daughter back and you’re ruining it!”

chris held his shoulder and he backed away a bit. he kinda just stared at her and laughed “your daughter? she’s mine! you fucked everything up after you left — you ruined your chance to be a mother…”

“no…. no shut up! you kept her away! you kept her away from me!”

“because your fucking crazy! you kidnapped her and injected chemicals into her system! not any chemicals — Virus’! you’re trying to kill her!”

she looked behind chris to see you and Jason limping away, she started shooting at you two, actually hitting you in the arm and jason in the leg

“you’re trying to take her aga—“

chris tackled her to the ground and held her there, stopping her from moving. he couldn’t find it in his heart to actually hurt her for some reason… she shot him again in the leg and got up starting to run towards where you and jason fell earlier, you somehow found the strength to actually get up and tackle her to the floor but you didn’t stop there like chris did. you started punching her in the face as hard and fast as you can

“you fucking psycho!” you yelled, just punching her as much as you could. you didn’t stop, you just kept going… and going…. and going until you finally were pulled off by chris

“Y/N stop!” you pushed him off you and as you did grabbed his gun from his side

“why?! so she can live and do this shit again! you could have killed her but i’m doing it instead!” you cocked the gun and pointed it at jessica who was getting up to her knees, as if trying to plead

“please please please! don’t kill me, Y/N! i’m sorry! i’m sorry please spare me!” she begged, as if she was scared to die.

“fuck you, Jessica….” and then you shot her right in the heart — her heart was a weak point you learned about while she you were listening to her conversations between her and someone else who she worked with to make these weapons.

chris stood behind you leaning on his good leg and was shocked you had the guts to kill her when he didn’t… you’ve never held a gun or been through something like this before in your life and yet you did that with no mercy or second thought

“Y/N…. you….”

“let’s go home…. i wanna hug willow.. and play games” you started walking towards the exit but after a few steps you fell face down to the floor. the Virus’ and chemicals were starting to get to you which made you pass out right after your boost of adrenaline wore off

you woke up in the hospital about three days later, you looked around and saw your father standing by the window just looking out waiting for you to wake up. these three days were tough for him because he was told there was a possibility you could never wake up or even survive. you sat up in the bed and looked down at your hands and arms, seeing all the tubes and stuff connected to you

“what the hell….?” you said out loud which alerted chris and he pretty much ran to you, he gently pushed you back down to lay down

“you can’t sit up right now—“

“stop i’m fine” you sat back up immediately after and you looked around the room. chris decided not to argue with you on this so he sat down in the chair next to you

“how do you feel….?”

“i feel fine…. wait where’s Jason? wasn’t he there too?”

“he’s okay — he’s at his house right now, he and his parents brought you some flowers and stuff earlier today”

“oh…. what about Willow — is she still being a cat?” you jokingly said

“she misses you — a lot, she hasn’t left your room at all”

“are you okay?” you asked, noticing how he was speaking softer than normally.

“i just… you killed her — you know that right? that’s something…. you’ll never come back from”

“i know but, at least i stopped her from ruining the planet…. she was planning on making me a powerful monster to work alongside her and destroy the world — she said she put one of the virus’ in me to start the process but when i didn’t react she got pissed and out a lot of different ones in me” you explained, chris was shocked because that first virus she put in you was enough to kill a horse or an elephant

“wait… you didn’t react to it?”

“nope — she documented all the ones i didn’t react to. apprently the only thing i really had a small reaction to was one of the viruses…. i think it was G something…. i dunno, i just wanna go home” you sighed and sat back on the bed

“the G Virus…? that’s…. that’s something umbrella makes” was all he said, if you were able to survive being injected with all those viruses and not turn that means you’re immune to basically anything and everything that’s made virus wise. you both had to change the subject after talking about Umbrella and jessica. eventually you were told you were able to go home in about two days, the doctors said they’ve never seen anyone get over something this quickly in just three days

those two days went by pretty quickly for you since you were sleeping half the time, chris didn’t leave the entire time he was at the hospital with you. he had anxiety about you randomly dying while he was gone — he overthought a lot even though you told him not too. he was so glad you’re okay now…. he probably would have died if you died that day

when it was time for you to leave you were so happy, being your normal bubbly self trying to make chris feel better while he was walking out with your things, you were just talking and talking about random things the entire way home. laughing, dancing to the radio, joking but chris was still kinda shooken up by everything he had no idea how to react.

he pulled into the parking lot and parked the car before getting out to get your hospital stuff from the trunk. you walked up the stairs to your apartment and unlocked the door so you both could enter.

after you closed the door and took off your shoes chris grabbed you and pulled you into a hug… he was actually crying, you could feel how his body was shaking while he cried, you hugged him back

“dad why are you crying…. i told you i’m okay! i feel like nothing even happened..” you said trying to comfort him, he’s never cried around you before for seeing him cry like this was breaking your heart

“it’s not that…. i just…. feel bad because you had to go through something so traumatic that you won’t come back from… my job as a father is to keep you from that bullshit and to keep you from that and i failed…”

“whoa big dude, tone it down a notch — this was going to happen one way or another in some point of my life…. you or i couldn’t have stopped it… going through Traumatic experiences is apart of life and if this is what my life from here on out is gonna be like so be it… as long as i have the two people i love in my life with me helping me i can give less of a shit if i have to kill more assholes like her” you said, helping him stand up straight and getting him a tissue.

he was shocked at how much like him you were — you’re so strong for even accepting the fact that you could do this for the rest of your life before it even happens, you’re strong for being the bigger person and doing what he couldn’t have done

“oh yeah! i also wanted to tell you… i wanna Join the BSAA when i get older… so i can work with you”

“well…. i was gonna tell you that i’ve been contracted to work with Blue Umbrella for a while….”

“for how long?”

“a few years — don’t worry i still work for the BSAA but they had to sign a few of us with them for a while, the reasoning? i don’t know but about you joining the BSAA, i don’t want you to but after all it is your life so you can decide.. but i will tell you you’re gonna be in for one fucked up ride if you do”

you nodded at this information and you looked down at your arm where you were shot “i guess a few of these won’t hurt too bad i guess” you joked before going to the kitchen and opening up the Cabinet, you were about to fully climb on the counter before Chris grabbed you and placed you back down

“now your just being mean! i was shot Mister, let me get a granola bar!” you huffed as he grabbed the bar for you

“so was i — twice….”

congrats, you just read 6.9K words — R.I.P 🫡 (‘the day that made him terrified’ was not proofread/corrected)

[slickfordain]

I was the one who sent the girls night out with the female harbingers. And reader is rich and he reaction of the male harbingers. Oh and La signora is alive because she my fav harbinger

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

GN!reader, Yandere Harem, probably short fanfic but whatever

Well, didn’t quite expect for their darling to be a rich girl / boy / non-binary who owns like… What? Three different laptops with different Genshin accounts? Yeah. Things have gone downhill from there, considering that the richest people in Teyvat were so sure they were rich. Also since Teyvat doesn’t have good skincare as we people have right now in 2023, bigger chance they stink a bit. You smell more better and have much more healthier lifestyle that this catches everyone’s attention.

They want to know how the fuck do you smell so good… Which uh… I won’t explain because sweetie, next time please lock your door when you’re nearby an Acolyte. I don’t want you to know what they’re doing in your house for that shit. 💀

And since you’re heading to Snezhnaya, the Fatui girls have been begging you to endlessly share your “theories” about your world, most likely, facts. They want to know how you bathe and, all that… I can’t count how many times you’ve sprayed perfume on them, good heavens does everyone smell so badly. Thank God Aether doesn’t due to traveling through worlds beforehand, but he’s slowly smelling too.

Anyway, back to the Fatui part— La Signora would love to know how you take good care of yourself. Even your smell and beauty / handsomeness is intoxicating that you might get arrested for being too pretty. You sit there, staring at them, thinking: “You’re telling me I’m a God who didn’t invent shampoo and conditioner? WHAT??” And this is basically where the shopping spree started for the Fatui girls and you, since they were the first to be invited. (Others would’ve been invited, if it wasn’t for their concerning ideas.)

You could somehow enter your world with Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora… They even fawn at your house inventories and furnitures, it was quite cute if you’re being honest. It’s like four babies being in awe of a new life, which is understandable.

You showed them how shower works even, and how soap keeps bacteria away and makes them smell much more nicer. Yeah… Your bathroom is hogged 24/7 that the electricity bills are high as fuck, but that’s okay! You can always pay for it! After all, you’re very wealthy for a lazy ass idiot.

I could see Sandrone taking an interest in some makeup kit too, trying to build out of it despite being hard to make… But she somehow makes it work which was really sweet. You’re glad she’s making makeup kits and shampoos! Finally Teyvat can smell finer!

Columbina will take a liking to your laptops, thinking the screens is how you watch over people in different realms. (It’s not. You’re just playing Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland.) She will also steal some of your books if you owned some and never read them, she couldn’t help herself, okay? How can she when your house is full of things she could learn from? It’ll make her feel superior to those who doesn’t know.

❝This perfume is fascinating your grace! Your creations are always so lovely and perfect!❞ La Signora will keep praising you and take some dresses you’ve bought for her, which makes her honestly bawl her eyes out. She has forgotten about her husband… Yikes… Don’t blame her! How can she not when you’re treating her like some kind of royalty? She’s feeling so bad she wants to do something in return.

Arlecchino will probably fawn over armors in your place. They’re so shiny and well-built, she envies you for having such well made clothings! Wait, you’re actually paying it for her? Oh your grace you’re going to accidentally get into marriage with this woman. A hopeless woman.

And God forbids to let the Fatuis know, because once they do there’ll be a feral conversation once the girls comes back. An angry meeting. Like, big yikes when you came back to Snezhnaya with Tsaritsa escorting you away to Mondstadt… Because once you left — unfortunately — Tsaritsa will yell at the girls who did not give a single shit about it.

Pantalone will hold grudges against them, spitting out insults how they’re too broke that they forced the grace into buying them bullshit. That lead to Arlecchino and him having a death glare competition, with Pantalone taking out his gun and- yeah. Massive argument. Even Pierro and Capitano were disappointed in this.

And the girls felt more fresher than ever, dazzling with their own uniqueness… It makes Dottore want to puke and stab their eyes out so he could feed it to the Sumeru animals. He hated Sandrone way more than he should’ve… And La Signora should’ve died by Ei, if it weren’t for your sweet presence saving her.

Now the boys, especially Childe, are begging you to take them to your world to make them clean. Oh would you look at that, it seems like the Acolytes heard this, and is taking advantage of it too.

You simply, do need a break.

I’m graduating this year wtf

[gust-jar-simulator]

I have written too many posts referencing goth Vio and not enough posts actually describing goth Vio. I should fix this.

I need everyone to know that Red is really supportive the entire time, drags Blue into it, and Blue and Vio 100% do the lesbians-doing-their-makeup straddle pose thing at least once. Blue is the best at eyeliner and he is personally offended if one of his counterparts has uneven wings when he is Right There and could have just done it in the first place.

Eyeliner is not a common makeup practice in Hyrule, it is extremely Gerudo, so we’re off to a great start actually. While the mines we know about in-game are mostly connected to Mt. Crenel, volcanoes in general, etc, given the blatant Egyptian references with the Gerudo (pyramids) as well as the general theme of making them Pretty Ladies, they deserve to have makeup and the mineral resources for it.

(I have vague thoughts about the Goddess of the Sands as a kind of Hathor/Sekhmet figure, but that’s irrelevant here)

I tend to base a lot of fashion and culture ideas in the Minish Cap era on Scotland/Ireland/Wales, though I think the climate in that version of Hyrule is a lot warmer considering the proximity of Mt. Crenel and the Desert of Doubt, so maybe a bit more like Galicia in Spain? I’m getting sidetracked.

When I think about dressing Vio, I tend to automatically fall back on archers and archery garb throughout history. Archers were an insane tactical advantage, particularly on horseback, so pants would be my go-to. Heeled boots were also useful to give you an advantage when standing in the stirrups, actually. Overall the boys seem to hoof it everywhere, pardon the pun, but in places like France heels were adopted so nobles could be a little taller than everyone else. In Ancient Greece they were used to denote the most important actors on a stage.

I’m getting sidetracked again. Point is, Vio in heels would be fun, but to be honest I could see Legend wearing them more often. Sometimes Time. And Twilight. That’s what cowboy boots are, you know.

Back on topic, Vio has the advantage of being able to make his own jewelry. Drawing wire in particular takes a kind of focus Blue may or may not have, and that’s not even getting into the detail work. Plus, as evidenced by BOTW, it’s good for enchantments. Considering Vio’s fanon fixation on dark magic, I could definitely see him experimenting with earrings that shield you from sunlight, or light magic in general, for whenever he finally resurrects his boyfriend. Vio quickly starts becoming extremely pale after that because he keeps forgetting to take the earrings off (they’re dark and cold and feel a little familiar, he doesn’t want to).

In that same vein of thought, I am genuinely not sure if whatever his body is made of can take tattoos, or how it would work when they recombine, but if you’re going to research necromancy you might as well tattoo ancient and ominous runes on yourself the same way you inscribe them into jewelry. Why augment items when you can augment yourself? They’d have to be carefully chosen and very carefully done, mathematically precise, but Vio’s up to the research necessary to make his own body into a conduit for dark magic. Considering the major sources of darkness in LOZ are the Gerudo and the Sheikah (and the Twili who might be both), the aesthetic is probably unmatched too.

I definitely think he’s got a little ruler tattooed on his finger specifically to make sure he gets his summoning circles right.

Depending on how you want to write the rules of necromancy his clothes could go a few ways, but I’ve been rolling around the Egyptian idea of no materials from the dead. No leather boots, for example, because you don’t want to offend the spirits by bringing the unclean presence of death before them, etc. If we want to get really wild with it, I would love to play with the idea of Vio doing some magic experiments buck naked just to remove that variable altogether. There are a few reasons to do something like that- respectfully showing you’re of lower status than whatever you’re summoning, an attempt to be more in tune with the nature around you, so on. There is some comedy potential for Green walking into the basement, seeing Vio naked and covered in runes, and walking right back out.

While the Era of Light probably doesn’t have a convenient goth scene or even a decently moody bar, I feel like I would be doing a disservice to the subculture if I didn’t mention music. Music is a massive part of the Legend of Zelda experience, and an argument could be made that raw magic- and the ancient language of the gods themselves- might be music. In English, the words incant and enchant both have their roots in the Latin incantare, “to sing”. In Skyward Sword, Fi sings, and both of the sword spirits seem to dance to channel magic. Don’t get me started on Ocarina of Time.

As such, no decent aspiring necromancer worth their salt could neglect the possibility that an understanding of music, particularly funerary songs and the like, might help in resurrecting a dead boyfriend. If there is a spiritual aspect to burial, surely there is an equal and opposite spiritual aspect to unburial. Given how I tend to utilize Gaelic mythology when I think about Minish Cap, there’s topics like the banshee caoine to consider. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Gerudo had professional mourners. Vio is 100% experimenting with the technical side of writing music for ritual purposes and simultaneously writing little heartfelt pieces to go with the grief-filled love poems in the back of his journal that no one gets to read.

That’s all I have for now, but there will be more.

[vollzz]

1.What is your character's biggest fear, and how does it affect their actions and relationships? 4. What are your character's quirks or eccentricities that make them stand out from others? 9. What is your character's moral compass? What principles or values do they hold dear? For Eves

hey thank you for asking!! I will take every excuse to talk about eves :)

1- I’m going to say two fears because they’re pretty intertwined: they’re terrified of abandonment and no longer feeling loved. It’s not completely the reason Eves is the way they are, but those fears have warped them significantly over time. It’s absolutely why they are the only deity that has physical/emotional relationships with their followers. Eves also “relieves” Lovers of their service after a while partially as a defense mechanism - they can’t be abandoned if they do the abandoning first. A big part of Calliope’s struggles in their relationship is Eves’ extreme jealousy, to the point that they’ve killed someone she tried to befriend in the past out of fear that she might leave them for someone else.

They seem to be drawn to people with similar issues (although for wholly different reasons), though I can’t say they’ve done enough introspection to realize that! Calliope is no different, which is why she latches on to them so quickly/easily.

These deep-seated issues are very much related to why they despise Greylin, the lord of deities, so much, and is also why they have an estranged relationship with [???] 👀

4- First with the obvious: Eves ALWAYS stands out in any setting because they’re effectively the hottest being on the planet, and they generally let some degree of their alluring powers transcend the area around them. We see this really early on when Calliope and Eves are walking through a town and despite Eves having their hood up, practically everyone is craning their necks to look at them (they know Cal is annoyed by this, but see answer above - they NEED to know that people are interested in them at all times).

I think the other thing though is that Eves likes to express themselves through their makeup and clothing, I’d say both consciously and unconsciously. Their most precious belonging is a raven-feathered cloak of mysterious origin, and they are almost always seen wearing it EXCEPT when they plan to do/expect something gruesome. As if they don’t want to taint the cloak, almost. Makeup-wise they always wear some amount of eyeshadow/eyeliner and it often correlates with their mood. There’s a couple scenes later on in Blackflame that really show this: in one, they appear very disheveled and have smears of black makeup under their eyes as if they’d rubbed them while forgetting they wore mascara, and in another they line their eyes with a bright red shadow that mimics their fiery temper in the way that it clashes with the gold of their irises.

9- This one’s interesting, because I feel like a traditional moral compass doesn’t necessarily apply to immortal beings. My thoughts are that morality can often come from a place of wanting to make a difference, wanting to be remembered for good and help people etc, but in writing these deities I wondered what kind of morals someone would have if they knew they would ALWAYS exist. Like, if you do something horrifically awful, does it really matter when everyone who will remember you for it will be dead in 100 years? At what point do you become existentially bored and start doing random chaotic bullshit just to feel alive, you know?

So with that said, at this point in time Eves, and all of the deities, err on the side of generally neutral and self-serving, though some of them are more benevolent that others. Eves really only does things that make them feel loved and wanted, and will also do anything to get under Greylin’s skin (whether that thing is morally “good” or not). They don’t really find anything wrong with using their Lovers to satiate their needs for love and companionship, and even thinks of it as doing them a great service - in their eyes, spending time with them is a privilege that people would die for!

There is one thing, however, that they are very, very touchy about. Eves is very outspoken that their powers don’t create desire where it doesn’t exist, so if someone genuinely weren’t attracted to Eves they wouldn’t feel the pull of their alluring power. We see this when they interact with followers of other deities - their hearts/souls are taken by their vows and so they can’t feel Eves’ power anymore. So Eves has never, and will never, sleep with someone who doesn’t want to, and will absolutely murder anyone who suggests otherwise.

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This was really fun to answer! Thanks anon :)

[hell0kittyland]

Anti vent???

Warning long as fuck:

So y’all, today I stood infront of a mirror and actually inspected my body and did a proper body check. And you know what I never realised how much body dysmorphia has ruined my life😭 because I don’t even look THAT bad. Granted the weightloss is a must and I need a flat stomach but as for the stretch marks and uneven skintone, it’s really not that fucking bad. Cause in my head I was so out of it I was at peace with dying alone and never getting a boyfriend or having a first kiss, and I’m FUCKING 20? I turned 20 this years June.. and I’m like the amount of guys I’ve rejected is crazy all because I’m so insecure with my body it’s insane, like I’m going to have a mental meltdown if a man sees me unclothed because my brain will genuinely push itself to suicide or something insane because I’ll demean myself ext and it’s just sad. But I looked in the mirror today with no makeup ext it was the morning and I was just wearing my bra and panties and I inspected myself and my tits are actually pretty there not saggy not perky, sit nice and are a nice shape and amount. I’m very tall at 5”9 so I have a model look especially with my cheekbones on my face so I’m genuinely a pretty girl however I never care enough because I’m so obsessed with the mentality of “maybe in the next life” or “maybe if I reincarnate into a normal girl I won’t have to deal with this shit” which why do I have to wait till I FUCKING DIE to be happy, wear the clothes I want and have a relationship. Now bitch I’m not trying to sound conceited yeah I’m a little crazy and I’m diagnosed autism + adhd goes crazy and yeah I have BPD tendencies (not diagnosed) in close relationships where I self destruct because of self hate and abandonment issues that I ruin everything. Yeah I’m socially fucking extremely awkward and I’m corny as hell but you know what, I sat there and I was fuck, if I was a male, I would date me. Oh 100% like I WOULD unironically date me. And realising this had me abit shocked. You know I sat there and spread my legs and inspected my kitty and I was like hmmm it’s not bad tmi but you know I actually had a pretty conventionally tight cough cough. So I checked my ass and my thighs and yeah my legs are weirdly disproportionately skinny compared to my top half but my ass wasn’t that bad either. But I was like … the fucking stretch marks got me, I’m not talking 1 or 2 or a few. I’m talking them bitches EVERYWHERE like In places you wouldn’t even expect.

And I sat there like okay I’m really not that bad I just need to work on myself abit, fix my life, get a proper job and make enough money cause I’m broke ass bitch currently with no life so once I’m economically up I can get treatment for the stretchmarks and save up. Move out of home stuff like this AND THEN I can try dating which is a huge thing since I was actually so convinced I would die alone, but now I’m like wtf I’m kinda not ugly. Like mentally I was hell bent that I was a science experiment, if y’all saw what I looked like ext you would think… bitch you look fine. Which it’s those things where you see yourself in a completely different way than others and it’s like a mental disease. Consuming too much media since I was child fucked up the way I saw bodies and shit, but like I was on the app flo and reading womens stories about there relationship wnd insecurities I realised how NORMAL my issues where… like all this time my autistic ass brain made it seem like I’m a monster with a lisp and a fucked up body and woahhh nobody will ever love me but then I read stuff about women where I’m like… hold on this is kinda… normal?

Fucking ED and my messed up culture and family have Ruined my body image forever, diet culture in my home is so normal my mom has a undiagnosed ED it’s so obvious, my sister does fucking everybody fasts like it’s normal and there’s all types of Ana related shit at home 😭 I asked my mom but me a 1 cal oil spray to cook so it doesn’t stick to the skillet since olive oil is fucking ridiculously high in cals

And she bought me not ONE but TWO. Obviously she told me to stop and cried when I did a 30 day water fast and said I looked like those starved kids in poorer countries 😭 cause of my cheeks hollowed out but in general dieting is encouraged and rewarded in my extremely dysfunctional home.

Anyways TLDR: learned I’m not a complete ugly pig monster oink oink 🐷 today and I’m not even that bad, just some adjustments and improvements so uh don’t worry I’m still stuck with my fucking life sucking ED but I don’t really give a fuck and I’m kinda content with life today hehe

[mittenwonders]

So I see that there is a ton of talk about bathroom use with trans people again.

I felt like maybe I could offer a perspective on this situation that is pretty honest and authentic to people who may/may not feel the same way. I’m always open to discussion like these because it’s important to have open dialogue and the only way to truly move forward. And I’m aware my opinion may not be in alignment with others views. I’m a liberal too in case it matters.

First, I want to acknowledge I am all for trans rights. I’m a huge supporter of the LGBT+ community and I understand gender dysphoria. I believe they should be able to be who they feel they are so they can live authentically and feel comfortable in their own skin.

However the initial transitioning period is very difficult. I have a couple trans friends and despite feeling like women, unfortunately the early stages, they still looked like men 100% wearing makeup and women’s clothes. I don’t think this would be as big of a problem or discussion if CIS men weren’t sexual predators and asshats in general in our society.

I think of that new question going around of “would you rather be in the woods with a man or a bear?” Many women state a bear. I think we need to remember this when having the bathroom argument with trans women.

Now when trans people are fully transitioned, you can’t tell. Hell I hit on a dude once and was all about him only to find out later he was trans. It didn’t sway me or stop me from being attracted to him lol. I think what most people are getting at when they say they don’t feel comfortable is the initial transition period when you can clearly tell it’s a gender born male. There’s still a 5 o’clock shadow growing and there is still an Adam’s apple. Unfortunately it is going to be red flags for a lot of women. I also get that a lot of Republican women use the argument regardless of transition period because they just hate trans people and gay people overall and well …they’re awful human beings. But myself and others I know who I think are really good people are hesitant for the transition period only or those who have zero plans on transitioning but still state they are women.

As someone who was sexually assaulted, I can personally say I’m scared of men most of the time. I wish I could say it’s gotten better 14 years later but my trust is still low. I will be completely honest and say if I was in a restroom and someone who looked male and had a deep voice like a male entered behind me or I saw them walk in as I was washing my hands out the corner of my eye, I would immediately leave as my fight or flight response would kick in. I wouldn’t say anything, I wouldn’t confront but for my own safety and panic mode, I would get the hell out of dodge as quickly as possible.

I understand to the trans woman, that could feel fucking awful and I do agree they should feel safe to be themselves and unafraid but I also think CIS women themselves should feel safe and unafraid too. If I have to pee, I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable myself and feel I need to leave without relieving myself to find another bathroom just so someone else feels comfortable too. We are both minorities who have gone through our own sets of hells. And sadly there are cases where men have forced themselves into restrooms to rape or assault women. Especially if it’s a rather low traffic restroom in the back of a store or whatnot. We had a case in my hometown at our plaza a few years ago of a guy who followed a young woman into the restroom and locked the door behind to rape her. These claims thrown out in the news are not made up and it does happen everywhere still.

Also idk about other places in the US, but the stalls in bathrooms don’t offer 100% privacy. There’s always large gaps and many a times I have made awkward eye contact with someone walking by trying to see if the stall is taken. I can also count the number of times on two hands that a rowdy toddler or small child has peaked under the stall next to me because they’re bored waiting for mom to finish. And they’re very vocal about everything they see and hear lol.

I don’t know what the solution should be and I wish I had one. I would say there should be a demand for more gender neutral single stall bathrooms across the country that anyone can safely use. Even with my autistic nephew, it would come in handy. He’s 11 now but my sister still needs to take him in the women’s bathroom with her since he can’t be alone. Many women roll their eyes or make snide remarks but he literally doesn’t have the mental capacity to make any sexual connection. It’s awkward for my sister just as much and single restrooms would be great for those situations. I know family restrooms exist only because men complained enough about what to do with their daughters if they’re alone but they’re also a dime a dozen. I don’t even have an answer or solution for locker rooms at gyms sadly as it would be the same situation if not worse.

I’m just saying the early transition period is the hardest and the part I am not personally comfortable with. I understand both sides of the argument. It’s not fair either way and both parties deserve to feel safe. I will say I understand a lot of the worry women face. No one believes us anyway when we say we’ve been raped or assaulted so it’s not surprising women’s concerns are not being fairly heard with this too without being labeled transphobic. It doesn’t mean I don’t accept trans women or want to find a solution but I think they also need to understand why women are afraid too when all we’ve known growing up is do defend ourselves from men. Many women face PTSD from their traumas and are going to react within seconds and not think “hmmm maybe she’s trans and isn’t here to do harm.” No they’re gonna hear a male voice or someone with the body composition of a man and judge immediately even if that person means no harm. It’s just psychology.

Again I do not mean to offend anyone with this post but I just think our concerns also need to be heard as well. If others feel comfortable no matter what, good for you but sexual assault and rape survivors don’t feel as at ease. I know this is the angle republicans have been running with so it automatically pisses off any democrats but I’m saying as a woman, it’s a very real fear.