#but i never saw the motherly type of love she said she felt for them

[aryxchse]

who did this to you? | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : didn't wrote about my husband in a long time now

warnings : blood mentioning, passing out, dark-ish percy, cursing, enemies to lovers, book percy is my babe fr

percy was never the guy who judged the book by it's cover.

he had every type of friends. clarisse, who was the daughter of ares, the second god he despised the most. annabeth, which was his father's arch nemesis athena's daughter. thalia, the girl he couldn't get along at the first but realised they were same in different fonts, which was the daughter of zeus. also the arch nemesis of his father.

he loved his friends deeply. he was loyal to them to death and he always believed that they weren't their parents. until he met you.

you were the daughter of.. well.. hera. ranking the first in his 'i-would've-killed-if-i-had-the-power.' list. and ares with a red marker under her.

the moment you felt his judgy and awkward aura around you, you decided that you should hate him. you tried to love him, which was easy, believe me. but you always thought he hated you too, so you get along with it.

percy jackson never hated you. he was just scared from you. scared from the way you sometimes did acted like your mother. and if you would've turned out like her some day.

but you never did. you were always the same gentle, sweet, caring and motherly girl. at least to others. percy jackson was just keeping up with your attitude, the attitude he created unknowingly.

until one day, you came back to argo ii from your quest with jason and annabeth, all bruised up. jason was carrying you on his back while annabeth held your hand tightly, tears perking in her eyes.

"percy, hazel, everyone! come here please!" annabeth shouted as jason put you down gently. you rested your back to some wood wall that you didn't recognised at the moment. annabeth still held your hand, and you smiled. blood running down from your lip. "annie, m' okay." you mumbled, squezzing the girls hand.

"don't talk love," annabeth caressed your hair as the others rushed up to the main deck. hazel rushed to your side, giving you some ambrosia.

"what happened?" you heard percy ask, voice weirdly shaking. you closed your eyes and the sun suddenly was gone with someone's shadow. "hey, y/n, look at me," someone cupped your face. you slowly opened your eyes and saw percy staring at you. he had that worried face you loved so much, but never saw directed to you until now.

"who did this to you?" he asked, also looking at annabeth and jason. "who did this to her, jason? annabeth?" he asked them. you heard jason sigh.

you heard some mumbles coming from jason before you fell asleep, too tired to keep staying up.

when you woke up, someone was holding your hand. it was annabeth, who smiled the moment she saw you woken up. you smiled back, warming up with her caring behavior. "hey annie."

"hey sweetie," she said, getting up from the chair and sitting next to you on the bed. "how are you feeling?"

"great," you answered. and you did feel great. you were all bandaged and the ambrosia you ate earlier gave you energy. "what happened after i passed out? what happened to the monster?"

annabeth had a grin on her face that you saw only in special occasions. shipping kinda occasions. "well, after jason told everything that happened to percy- you remember he's asking you who did it right?" she asked.

"yeah, yeah i do. the last thing i heard was jason mumbling," you explained and she nodded. "after percy finding out who did it, and you passing out at the moment, he uh.. destroyed the monster. yeah, i think that's the perfect word for it."

she giggle at the shocked expression on your face. "i don't think the monster will reborn even, that's how crazy he went."

annabeth caressed your hair, the gentle expression she usually had coming back. "aside from the jokes, he's really worried about you. you passing out did not helped him. i could send him here, if you want."

"that would be wonderful annie," you finally managed to whisper, smiling at the girl. she returned the smile and gave your hand one last squeeze before getting out from your quarter.

not so after, percy ran into your room and closed the door behind him. "thank gods," he whispered, rushing to you. he embaced you in a hug that could easly broke someone's ribs. but you only chuckled, hugging his neck. "hello shark boy, missed me?"

you meant this question to be a joke to wipe away the awkward sitiuation between you two, but he seemed to get this seriously. "so much." he whispered into your neck, caressing your hair gently. "thought i lost you for a sec, pretty."

the pretty was new. he called you many things, not mean ones of course, but many things. the pretty was new, and it wasn't meant to annoy you. this was new too.

"nah, you're not getting away from me that easy jackson." you chuckled, inhaling his scent. the first time you actually hugged him, and finally find out what was the fuss about his hugs. they were the best. the ones that made you feel safe from everything, even from your thoughts.

"i know, it was stupid of me. i should've guessed the y/n i know wouldn't leave that easly." he finally pulled away, quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. was he crying?

"hey perce," you finally looked at his eyes. he never saw this soft expression on you, at least not looking at his way. at that moment, he was scared of what he could do to see you looking at him like that all the time.

"yeah?" he asked gently, holding your hands in his. you thought you should return the care, so you caressed his hands with your thumbs.

"thank you." you said. "for, in annabeth's words, destroying that monster. and for getting worried about me."

he smiled. a geniune smile you only saw giving to his friends. "anytime angel, would fight the gods for you." he said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry for acting like the way i did," you said, ignoring the butterlies dancing in your stomach. "thought you hated me."

"hate you?" he shouted a bit, squeezing your hands. "i never hated you. i thought you hated me."

"i did!" you bluntly said, and that earned a chuckle from him. "because you judged me because of my mother!"

"no! i swear i didn't mean that to happen," he said quickly, sitting close to you. "i was just scared you'd be all.. mean like your mother. but i realised you weren't and i was so late to fix everything. you were already hating me."

you only sighed, and looked at your intertwined hands. it made you touch your foreheads, and he leaned to you gladly. "i was so scared i lost you before i even made it up." he whispered.

"don't worry, i'd haunt you." you laughed, and he laughed along with you.

you pulled away your one hand to caress his cheek, which he accepted the touch happily. his gaze suddenly flickered to your lips, and the next second he was leaning in.

"would you like to know another fact?" he said, grinning like a devil. you nervously smiled, thumb caressing his jawline. "what?"

"i wanted to kiss you for a sickingly long time now," he said quietly, leaning in until your nose touched. you prayed to every olympian that he wouldnt hear your heartbeat, beating crazy inside your ribs.

"yeah? i knew you had a thing for me," you teased, holding his chin in your fingers. he only continued grinning, his breath hitting your lips. "you were stupidly obvious about it."

"i don't give a single fuck," he breathed out before smashing his lips onto yours, eagerly kissing you. his hands cupped your face and you gripped his shirt.

the kiss felt like it was bound to happen. like it was a prophecy becoming true. you secretly knew this would happen eventually, because he indeed was stupidly obvious about his feelings. you always thought percy jackson hated you, but everytime you turned your head, he would be there. standing by your side.

you pulled away only to breath, lips still few inches away. "i had a thing for you too, if you couldn't tell." you chuckled. he let out a breathless laugh, annoyingly hot.

"yeah i figured it out," he said. then he finally looked away from your lips to stare deep in your eyes, grinning. "you're stuck with me now angel. prepare yourself to see me everytime, attached to you by the hip."

"when did i never?"

[dragonnan]

May Prompts 2024

May 10: "Choice"

What had that busybody old neighbor of hers called this? May December romance; that was it – with Martha decidedly in the winter category, grey tips and all. Oh, it certainly wasn’t anything actually romantic. At her age! And not with one, who’d scarcely looked out of short pants, the first time Martha had spotted him outside the club with that awful Jefferies person. She’d seen far too many, like him, given her husband’s line of business. She had nearly sighed and looked past this one, as well, except...

It was those eyes that had done it. Not stirring her to passion, goodness no. But that way he'd looked through her skin, all young and ancient, and saw the self she'd hidden under bright scarves and foundation; thick enough to hide the darkest bruise.

William, he'd called himself. Too skinny. That had been her first thought followed by “too young”... to be on his own and sleeping rough and buying drugs from those terrible dealers, who hadn't even the decency to offer clean needles, much less clean product. She'd, quite quickly, made the choice that he couldn't stay there and had arranged to provide a room above the club. It wasn't very quiet, sadly, but it was clean, off the street, and relatively safe. Little chance of harassment, from dangerous types, with David and Brass standing watch outside the doors below.

And maybe... maybe it was that posh voice... reminding her so much of the home that she hadn't seen in sixteen years.

The first time Martha had seen William cast aside that child-like aura had been after another one of Frank’s rages. He’d held a tissue against her split cheek and told her not to worry – that he’d take care of things. Far from soothing her his statement had frightened her. She knew Frank was involved in a good deal of terrible business. She also knew that he’d been married once before and that his previous spouse had died. Martha was a smart woman and hadn’t needed to be led to water to know there were bodies beneath the surface.

So, when Sherlock had gone out that evening – and remained out all night – Martha had been terrified.

However, when he’d returned, the following morning, several Miami police had been with him. It would be weeks before she’d gotten the entire story from him – enough time for the investigation to complete and to assure that she truly hadn’t known anything.

By the end of the trial, Frank had been extradited to Texas, where he would face the death penalty. Martha had divorced him and she had sold off the business and all of Frank’s assets.

It was William's testimony which had ensured the death penalty at the trial held months later – a period of time in which Martha had gone though tremendous life changes. In addition to selling the club, she she had also sold their massive home, and had purchased a smaller beach house in Ponte Vedra. William had gone with her to assist her in her move. She had invited him to stay on for a while, as her first boarder. Well, she hadn't felt right about leaving him on his own. He'd seemed the type to get into trouble without someone to look out for him.

The day they’d moved in, William had given her a small wrapped package. “A housewarming gift”, he’d said. Inside had been a necklace. It was gold, with a delicate, fleur de le pendant, and tiny amethyst stones.

“Oh, William, it’s lovely!”

“I nicked it from Frank’s safe the night they arrested him.” he’d said – then chuckled when she’d scoffed and slapped his arm.

When had things changed between them? Martha supposed the better question would be if they had ever changed – truly – or had always been that way from the start. First impressions aside there had been no great sea change; no sudden transition from barely acquaintances to motherly guardian. Her life with Frank had never allowed for even the concept of children. The conversation, in their early days of marriage, had been clipped short and final. But now, with William... It should have felt odd – thinking of him like a child when he was, at least technically, a grown man. But there was no shaking the affection she felt for the boy. They would sit for hours, at the beach, as the waves rolled up the sand and the sky went deep blue to hazy pink and orange. His long, skinny, fingers would gather beneath his chin and he would seem to be seeing nothing at all while she would page though a book or simply watch the people go by.

In the evenings she often enjoyed cooking – though she wasn’t his maid and insisted on his participation if he wanted to eat. And, oh, what a precious, awkward creature, he’d been. Once, she'd been preparing dinner, spaghetti, when he'd leaned over her shoulder with that endless, cat-like, curiosity of his. She'd batted him away with her fingers and he'd dodged backward – only to trip over one of the kitchen chairs and land on the linoleum in a tangle. He’d spent the rest of the evening locked away in the spare bedroom; obviously embarrassed. It hadn’t been until the following morning when, sheepishly, he’d emerged in time to help with breakfast.

Ah, but it couldn't have gone on forever and, far too soon, it was time for him to move on.

One evening, some months on, she'd been washing their few dishes from dinner. While rinsing soap suds from the plates, William had glided, silently, into the room. Without a word, he’d taken up station at her side to dry. It had only required minutes to wash up; after which they had simply remained there, watching the neighbor’s children playing outside her kitchen window. Finally he'd said, in a voice so small and sad, “I don’t want to go home.”

Martha had hugged him and he had clung to her, tightly, without saying anything more.

A week later he had been gone. She'd insisted he keep her contact information. He'd assured her it wouldn't be “deleted” though she'd stopped trying to understand his odd word choices long ago.

She'd watched him board his plane; bag filled with his favorite pastries, she'd insisted on preparing for him, while feeling so much like a mum sending her only child off to college.

She would not see him again for nearly a decade.

One morning, out of the blue, she'd received a call from a man introducing himself as “Sherlock Holmes' brother”. The reason behind her silence had been quickly deduced by him (as if she'd need anything more than that little eccentricity to confirm this man as family). In a stiff voice, he'd followed with, “you know him as William.”

He was needing a place to stay. This “Mycroft” would, of course, cover the majority of the cost.

Martha had told him he could very well keep his money. She would not allow another man to have a single quid to hold over her head.

And, of course, he could rent from her.

Of course he could.

She couldn't wait to see him.

When the movers had brought Will- Sherlock’s things to the flat, she had been delighted to discover he wouldn’t be moving in alone.

She had a good feeling about it. A very good feeling indeed.

She knew – had known from the first, really – that the best choice she had ever made was to take in that young, frightened boy, all those years ago.

With fresh excitement, that had not caught her so keenly in a decade, Martha grabbed her hoover and headed up the seventeen steps to the flat above. It was time to get ready, after all.

William was coming home.

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[rems-writing]

Nice ass biceps

Pairing: idol!Jongho × witch gn!reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was have fun with your sisters and the archer at this private resort in Morocco. Then again, you live for your man going through his hoe era

Warning(s): crack, the reader being a huge fucking simp, ogling (i mean who wouldn't look at Jongho's nice ass biceps 🤤), Jongho making the reader flustered as fuck, intense kissing but this is still sfw

Genre: Cracked out fluff with some spice

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

I'm hopped up on Thai coffee so let's mcfucking go

"NOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT!"

"BLOODY HELL, Y/N! WE'RE LATE! THE GUYS ARE WONDERING WHERE WE'RE AT!"

"BUT I DON'T LIKE THE SUN!"

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET SOME VITAMIN D, I'M LOCKING YOU OUT OF OUR HOTEL ROOM FOR THE NIGHT!"

"THAT'S FINE! I CAN PROBABLY ROOM WITH JONGHO!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

The next few minutes or so consisted of the Wicked Witch and the Good Queen dragging you, the Demonic Ace, out of the comfort of your air-conditioned hotel room and into the brightness and humidity that was the pool area this private resort in Morocco had. After successfully, albeit painfully, dropping your ass in a cabana that Ateez booked for them and you guys, Zelena and Regina went their separate ways. Zelena made her way to the jacuzzi while Regina was doting on Robin Hood taking photos of the guys in the pool. You hid behind the curtains of the cabana shyly, hoping you wouldn't be noticed.

Until your man decided to surprise you by sneaking up on you and hugging you from behind.

"Hi, honey."

It wasn't the way he greeted you huskily. You could handle that.

It was the way that you felt his bare chest touch your back when he pulled you in for a tight back hug. The worst part?

Your one-piece swimsuit has an opening in the back so you definitely felt his wet skin on yours. He kissed your cheek slowly before nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Come swim with me."

HOW COULD YOU FUNCTION WHEN YOUR MAN WAS BASICALLY IN HIS HOE ERA?!

You were so used to seeing him in layers that you had to process the feeling of his shirtless body against your own for a good minute or two. He didn't wait for your answer as he dragged you along the edge of the pool and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly before jumping in.

With you in tow.

You let out a slight scream as you were midair and soon landed in the pool with a huge splash. The rest of the members, your sisters, and Robin laughed as you came up to the surface and swam to the edge so you could climb out.

Only for him to stop you.

Again.

"Honey~"

"Jongho, no. I don't feel like swimming."

You internally winced as you looked up and saw his smile falter a bit. To make sure he didn't start feeling bad for dragging you into the pool, you quickly added something else.

"At least not yet. I'll join you when I feel like it."

"Ok, honey."

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. You wanted to say something else but he already swam away, doing laps and racing Yunho and Mingi. Regina sat next to you and nudged you.

"Come on, Y/N. He's been wanting to do this type of thing with you for the longest time."

"I know but still... I just don't feel like it."

"Are you seriously that introverted to the point where you think you'll be worn out just from standing in the water alone?"

"Well... no."

"Then what is it?"

"I can't say..."

"I'm your sister. You can tell me anything. I won't judge."

"Ok fine! The truth is... I don't know how to swim."

You said that last sentence quietly and Regina nodded in understanding. She knew that Cora, the mother of the three of you, never was motherly towards you or Zelena. Only Regina. So it wasn't a surprise to hear this.

"It's ok, Y/N. I'm sure Jongho will understand."

"No, he won't."

"Trust me. He will. Listen. I'm going to be with Robin and the others. Either tell him or don't. He'll still love you regardless."

You nodded meekly at Regina's words whilst watching her stand up and go to where the others were. You sighed quietly and watched the water make tiny waves as you swished your feet around. You then looked up and saw the hottest sight of your man.

Jongho was leaning against the other side of the pool, arm resting on the edge as he looked off into the distance. Robin was standing in front of him, taking more photos.

You swore you were witnessing heaven unfold unto you.

The way his hair was slicked back and the droplets of water ran down his face and body were a sight to behold. However, that didn't catch your eye.

It was the way his biceps, all wet from the pool, glistened underneath the bright sun.

Every curve and trace of those nice and strong biceps had you in a trance. You were so lucky to be the one to witness those biceps every day. You then reflected on all the times those biceps were near you.

From seeing them bulge as he placed an arm around your shoulders to practically leaving nail marks in them whenever he held you close and kissed you senseless.

You were so busy ogling his biceps that you didn't notice him swimming towards you and coming up to you slowly until he was standing in between your legs.

What got you out of that trance was the way he leaned in and kissed you passionately as his strong hands firmly grabbed your waist and lifted you up from the edge of the pool and down into the water slowly. Out of instinct and fear of falling, your hands reached under his arms until they reached his equally massive and muscular back, palms flat on his skin. Jongho reached behind your head and held you by the nape to deepen the kiss while his other hand went to your lower back and pressed you against his body.

"GET A ROOM, LOVEBIRDS!"

The two of you were startled away from the kiss when San yelled at you. Everyone doubled over in laughter as both of you started blushing madly. Slightly irritated that your moment was interrupted, you snapped your fingers

And made a bra appear on San. Or rather, a bikini top.

After all, this was a private resort so you could use your magic at any time without people seeing.

Everyone directed their laughter towards San while the big man blushed and turned away from everyone. Jongho's laugh resonated quietly between the two of you and your heart melted upon hearing the sweet sound.

"Jongho, listen... I'm sorry for acting like a brat earlier. Truth be told, I actually don't know how to swim. Mother never taught me."

"Oh, honey." Jongho cooed softly and kissed your other cheek gently. "You should've told me earlier. Otherwise, I would have never dragged you into the pool with me."

"But you seemed so happy and I couldn't ruin that."

"Your happiness is mine as well."

You hugged him tightly and Jongho returned the hug, making sure his biceps were bulging a bit as he tightened the hug.

He saw you ogling but decided to not tease you.

As he pulled away, he kissed your forehead and held your hands in his own.

"Come on. Let me teach you how to swim."

AND SEE THOSE BICEPS IN MOTION?! HELL YEAH, BROTHA

[june-pop]

The Penthouse Headcanons

Hey!! This is my first post I’ve ever done. I never thought I would actually make one here but here I am😭 anyway I’m making this because I really love this k-drama but I don’t see a lot of stuff about it in here so I’m doing some headcanons….because I can

- Most of the Hera palace kids don’t know how to cook except Rona, Jenny & Eunbyeol

I just get that vibe from them. Minhyuk and his dad rely on their mom for cooking and cleaning. The twins have their own maid who does that. Seokhoon might know basic stuff but not enough. I definitely think Jenny cooks with her mom sometimes. Ha Eunbyeol learned to try and impress Seokhoon. Rona definitely helps her mom around the kitchen

- Seokkyung can’t sleep when there’s thunder and lighting at nighttime.

This ain’t exactly a headcanon, Seokhoon confirmed that in season 1? I believe. I remember he said that to his father. I just felt like this needed to be brought to light

- Shin Suryeon’s love language is definitely quality time. You can’t tell me otherwise

- Seokkyung and Seokhoon definitely find comfort and security in each other.

I feel they both suffer from nightmares due to multiple reasons so I can imagine one of them waking up to the other texting or calling in the middle of the night about how they can’t sleep, and the other person shows up at their room a few minutes later and they just end up talking or cuddling to sleep

- Mari definitely saw Rona as her own daughter when Yoon Hee died.

She took her in and even left her husband because he didn’t want to have anything to do with Rona. That’s some motherly love right there.

- Shim Suryeon took many self defense and fighting classes

Have you SEEN the way this girl handles Joo Dantae sometimes😭the lord knows getting into a fight with her will leave on the ground with a broken nose.

- Ha Yoon Chul takes Eunbyeol to go eat out secretly behind Seojins back

Seojin only has her daughter eat certain and extremely healthy foods that are “fit for singer”. Yoon Chul just wants to make sure his daughter can enjoy all types of food and take her out so she doesn’t stay cooped up inside the penthouse.

- Kang Mari definitely likes women👌🏾

I rest my case….

- Jenny had a crush on Rona at one point, but it eventually went away

- Yoon Hee and Rona have karaoke nights

- Min Hyuk had a biiiiiigggg crush on Seokhoon

That was actually revealed by min Hyuks actor that it was originally written for min hyuk to be in love with seokhoon

That’s all I could think of😅 what are some of your headcanons?

[mod-kyoko]

"Shatter Me" kirumi tojo angst fic

info: gn!reader, established relationship, tw: pstd, scars, mentions of execution, around 3,200 words

type: angst with hurt/comfort, oneshot, post-game AU

a/n: this is a completely indulgent kirumi angst I had cooking up, basically this is set after post-game where everything was a simulation and the damage done to the 'characters' is done to them irl title is a reference to this song which I personally think suits Kirumi well but who knows lmfao

⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡

it was all like a horrible nightmare, a nightmare you weren’t even sure you could ever wake from. all the death, the pain and the misery would never be something you could shake from. every single trial, each passing moment your life was on the line… yet each time someone dies, you just wished you took their place. you survived, at what cost? only to be told that your talent and memories were nothing more than a fabrication to appease an audience? you never really found out if those interview videos were real or not…  you saw yourself, clear as day; “if I were in Danganronpa…I would love to be an Ultimate !3$5&*+...I would kill in a way no one has ever seen!”

did you really say that? was that even you, looking up at the camera with wide, child-like eyes declaring you’d… kill? In some ways, you wished you were the first to go out… so you didn’t have to witness the death of your own lover.

kirumi tojo… the “Ultimate Maid” or so they wanted them to all believe. you instantly connected with her; her calm, composed and almost motherly demeanour sucked you in like a moth to a flame. even from the beginning it seemed like she felt it too, she treated you differently than the others. she kept her ‘devoted’ maid self but she checked on you more often, she always asked if you needed anything unprompted, and poured you more tea when you were finished with a cup. you spent many moments alone with her, she enjoyed your company and laughed at your stupid jokes. the first time you kissed her; it was in the spur of the moment, you weren’t thinking. she was just so beautiful, up close to you and asking you in a soft whisper if you wanted sugar with your tea. yet when your lips connected to hers, she was shocked of course but she didn’t pull herself away from you.

what things you would do just to go back to those days, where the worries of murder and despair weren’t constantly plaguing your mind. nights upon nights you sat in your room, staring up at the ceiling asking yourself why kirumi went to the extremes that she did. It was sickeningly twisted what the motive that was created for her was, the prime minister of japan… it sounded silly now you thought of it outloud, if you knew about the truth behind it all you would definitely have thought that it was some poorly written story by a teenage girl. However, you couldn’t even fathom that thought as you were screaming and crying at kirumi that she was a traitor and betrayed your trust. you regretted those words deeply… as those were the last words you ever said to her before she was executed. you barely watched it and the little moments you did watch were enough to make you heave up. the last memory you thought of kirumi was her lifeless body on the floor, splattered and unrecognisable.

…

you looked up. your eyes just met with pure sterile white walls. after the events of the killing game, the simulation… waking up with wires around your body, you never loved the colour white so much. you were currently sat in the recovery centre, where the various victims and… culprits were recovering from their in-game injuries. it made your skin crawl to think that the simulated deaths acted as if they existed in real life too; it broke your heart to think how everyone else was handling it. However, your mind was entirely focused on one person and one person alone.

how long have you been standing here? staring at the door that led to kirumi’s recovery room? an hour? more than that? it’s not the idea that you didn’t want to see her, you were jumping off the walls in happiness to find out that your partner was alive but not unscathed. you were afraid - afraid of what was on the other side of that door, what condition kirumi would be in. would she be happy to see you?

you swallowed a thick lump in your throat, a shaky hand grasping the doorknob and you already felt the bead of sweat going down your forehead. you knew that you couldn’t just back away from this. bad outcome or not, you were going to see her, you just wanted to see her again.

with a gentle click the door opened and you peered in. there she was, dressed in a patient gown and sat in a wheelchair by the window, her eyes vacant yet staring at the courtyard of the facility. your heart skipped a beat as you held your breath, seeing her alive like this… you had to hold yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming and the nightmare would come back all over again.

“kirumi…” you called for her and your voice reverberated off the walls despite the fact you spoke in a whisper. her eyes widened, turning herself as fast as her condition would allow her to. you just wanted to run over to her, hug her tight and swing her around in utter joy. however, stepping closer you really started to see how serious her condition may be. minus the fact she was in a wheelchair it looked like her entire body was wrapped in bandages, at least, based on what you could see outside of the gown. her warm green eyes stared at you like if you were a ghost, hell… to her, you probably were as much as a ghost she is to you she didn’t say anything which worried you, you slowly sat down on a chair that was near the window as well. you looked out the window awkwardly, trying to think on what to even say. you looked back at her to find she was still looking at you.

“uhm… how are you feeling?” that was the only words you could even think of to say, there were a thousand questions running through your mind but you wouldn’t want to overwhelm her. she took a deep breath, it sounded uneven like if she had trouble getting air. finally, she spoke. “I feel pain all over. my head… it hurts.” hearing her voice was a relief even though it had a shake to it. “yeah… I can imagine it does hurt…” your mind flashes to her execution; from the small parts you saw through the cracks in your fingers, she fell head first. the thought made you cringed. “you… understand what’s going on, right?” you asked her. you were told that the others had been given information when they woke up… which was two days ago if you weren’t mistaken.

she gently nods her head in a twitchy sort of motion. come to think of it, her head seemed to wobble slightly even when sitting still. jesus. “all of… that… was fake? a simulation..? our… memories were toyed with…” you saw her bandage-wrapped hands clench which caused you to grit your teeth. you hated this so much.

“y…yeah… we were… fictional characters created for some.. dumb show or… whatever…” you didn’t tell her that there was the possibility that you all signed up for it. you weren’t sure what was true or not. “we are real now, of course… I’m… here.” you reached a hand to gently place it over hers, she flinched and you looked at her with apologetic eyes. “my purpose… was… just an illusion then…” she muttered with her brows wrinkling. “I… I thought I did what was right… for… my people. those people didn’t even exist…”

you grimaced. she meant her ‘fake’ past, right? the people of Japan was what made her murder another, her selfless devotion. “am I a monster?” those very words made your eyes widened and you shook your head vigorously. “no… no, of course not...  if I was in your shoes I would’ve done the same thing.” you said rather seriously and she looked at you, searching for a lie of some kind. she sighed softly. “you do not seem the type to do such a thing at all… you don’t have to try and make me feel better about myself. I see the person I am now.” “but you’re not a monster, kirumi… and I’m not just saying it to make you feel better. you’re not the only one to have motives to kill… the ones after were… much worse than yours…”

you saw the way her eyes darted around in shock, realising that the killings had continued after her death. she looked away and covered her mouth with her hand. she looked like she was going to be sick. “however, I had… betrayed you..”

hearing your own words echo from her lips made a deep guilt sink into your stomach. to think that was the last thing you ever said to her before she met her demise… because you were so damn angry, angry at her and… angry at yourself, angry at the sick twisted minds that constructed  the killing game. 

“I’m sorry.” was all you could say. kirumi looked at you completely shocked. why were you apologising…? she was the one that had killed, betrayed you and threw away everything you created together. despite her feelings, she relaxed into her wheelchair and breathed out, like if she had been holding her breath for some time. “I… I am sorry too…” 

god you wanted to cry right then and there as she said that. she was not innocent at all but something within you just wanted to hold her in your arms and never let go, you never want to lose her ever again. “are you… considering to go through the treatment…?” you asked, hoping to change the topic a bit even if it was still morbid. she nods her head gently. “yes… they said I should partake in small exercises like catching a ball… and… relearning how to walk.” 

you bit your bottom lip at that news. it could be much worse… at least it sounded like she had a chance to get a normal life at some point. “but… until then I will need assistance in basic needs…” she said with disappointment in her voice. it made you ache… simulation or not you know she feels useless right now. “I’ll be there to help you.” you were quite blunt in your words - but you meant it. you would be there for kirumi every step of the way, everything she needed you will provide. she looked at you shocked as she thought you hated her for the acts she did… she nods her head, however. “...thank you, dear.”

…

it had been a full month ever since you reunited with kirumi again, you supported her and helped her through the process of readjusting to this life, like you were. you were there for her exercises and treatment, watching her try to walk again was a heartbreaking but determination increasing experience. she wouldn’t be able to take full steps without assistance for awhile, however for right now she could at least stand from her chair and move to another quickly. it was only just at the start of this month that kirumi was out of the recovery centre and now sharing a ground-floor apartment with you. it certainly made things feel more ‘normal’ and no doubt a lot more comfortable for kirumi as she didn’t need to stare at blinding white walls anymore. you admittedly did everything for your girlfriend as it just became second nature to you at this point; you could see how desperately she wanted to clean or even wipe down a surface to feel like she was doing something. she knows that she was never supposed to be the ‘Ultimate Maid’ yet the yearning to do something, anything was still there. 

as for right now, you were cleaning the bathroom and kirumi sat at the dining table with a book. reading was now one of her popular pastimes, she greatly appreciated that you bought her so many books to read… books that she enjoyed quite a lot. hearing you scrub the tiles in the bathroom made for some interesting background noise, although she found your presence anywhere in the apartment to be relaxing. she would’ve indulged it some more if she didn’t just gain the most head-splitting headache possible that nearly made her drop her book as she gripped her head. no matter what, it didn’t seem like these headaches were ever going to go away. she sighed softly, putting her book on the table as she wheels over to the kitchen counter and opens the medicine cabinet which she could reach for obvious reasons. she grabbed her painkillers and quickly downed them with a swig of water. she closed the cabinet and was about to go back to her book until her eyes spied the set of kitchen knives.

her jaw clenched, looking down at the floor. she just wanted to be like… like herself again, like in the killing game. she was useful in it. everyone needed her, wanted her. she could service everyone and be the perfect girl she wanted to be. she leaned up slightly and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife, wheeling to the fridge and grabbing out a tomato. she just wanted to prove herself… that she could do something. she went back to the dining table, swallowing a lump in her throat as she stared at the red fruit, knife in hand as she positioned it just like how she remembers.

slowly, she attempted to cut slices of tomato as if she was preparing a salad of some kind. the cuts were irregular in size and certainly not perfect at all. kirumi clenched her jaw, trying to focus harder, she had to.try harder. no matter how hard she gripped the knife her hand would shake, becoming increasingly the more frustrating that she couldn’t cut a fucking perfect slice-

she flinched as the knife’s blade grazed her finger, nicking it and making it bleed. she dropped the knife quickly, looking down at her finger as the blood oozed out. she sucked in a loud gasp which you heard clearly. “kirumi? you okay?-” you walked into the dining room and your jaw went slack. “kirumi!” you rushed to her side, looking down at the little injury on her hand then at face. she looked absolutely shellshocked. “what were you doing…?” you asked, eyes darting around at the scene. “I… I just wanted to… show I’m useful…” her voice was no more than a whisper as she brought her finger to her mouth to suck on the cut with her brows furrowed. you frowned, putting your hand on her back and rubbing it slowly. “you don’t have to prove anything, rumi… you’re still recovering and adjusting… please don’t force yourself to do things like this, it needs to be taken slowly…” you massaged the back of her neck with your thumb, feeling her relaxed in your touch she wobbled her head in a nod. It seems she understood you. you hated treating her like she was a vulnerable child… but at this stage that was what she was at the moment. 

“I’ve finished cleaning the bathroom… would you like a shower?” you gently asked her. she didn’t like taking showers or even baths, something about the water made her want to shake all over. she especially disliked getting water on her hands although she couldn’t really tell you why just yet.

she stiffens for a moment, thinking about it for far longer than she needed to. however, she nodded her head and moved herself into the bathroom as you watched with a worried face. you were seriously getting concerned for her… it was like every day was complete pain for her, although that wasn’t far from the truth at all… what you would do just to feel her pain instead.

following kirumi into the bathroom, you closed the door and flashed a friendly smile at your girlfriend. “arms up, please!” she lifted her arms at your request, they were twitching a little but it was fine. you carefully but briskly took off her top, following up with her skirt and then undergarments. “can you get into the seat yourself?” you asked her, gesturing to the little bench inside the shower. she pondered for a few moments but ultimately nodded her head and began to lift herself out of her chair. you looked at her in awe, seeing her gain her strength each day always warmed your heart. you clapped your hands and smiled. “amazing! you’re doing so well, dear... I think you’ll be able to take steps soon!” you giggled softly to keep the air light, rolling up your sleeves as you grab the showerhead and turning it on. “Hmm… you think so? thank you, dear…” kirumi smiled softly. even when she felt useless, or feeling low, you always knew how to make her feel supported. she promised to herself that she would be able to walk properly one day for you, so you could walk along the beach together or even be able to walk into your arms like you used to. you hummed gently as you brought the shower head directly over her, the warm water falling over her severely scarred body. her entire body flinched and she felt like she was getting attacked at the moment. when your fingers combed through her sandy-sage locks to run the water through properly she started to relax into your touch. she was so glad that you were here for her, that you were looking after her and giving everything she needed, even if it embarrassed her or made her feel… incomplete. despite everything she’s done, the pain and misery she felt in her heart knowing that what she worked for wasn’t real - she could forget all of that when you were here for her.

you put the shower to the side and squirted kirumi’s favourite shampoo onto your hands. it was lavender scented and it often helped her fall asleep with the smell of her own hair. you massaged it into her scalp and you could see the moment her entire body relaxed and that she was completely at your mercy. it made you smile so much to see her content and not worrying about everything… you pushed her bang out of the way of her eye and slicked her hair back. her eyes opened to look at yours and the slightest tint of red went over her face. you giggled softly at this, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her forehead. “beautiful…” you whispered to her which caused her to blush more. she? beautiful? how can you say that to her face, when you were right there being perfect? “I love you.” she said it so suddenly that it caught herself off guard however she didn’t back down and stared confidently at you. you smiled, heart melting at such a cute confession. tilting your head to the side, you uttered back. “I love you too…”

perhaps, things will be better.

⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡

-Mod Kirumi

[7cakerolls]

not my gif :-)

you’ll never know how long i’ve adored you

pairing: rotxo x gn! metkayina reader (oneshot)

he fell first, oblivious reader (stays that way), matchmaker (reader is still around rotxo’s age)

prompt: being the youngest child to ronal and tonowari had its perks. but it also meant you were overlooked sometimes because of your parents’ responsibilities. you had a wildcard personality and an unwillingness to settle down, so your parents felt it was necessary to set up blind dates for you. luckily for you, one of them is perfect!

“no. absolutely not. i will not do it!” you said, rolling your eyes and stomping off to your sleeping mat in your family marui. your parents sent your older sister, who they knew you loved so much, to relay the news. “but-“ tsireya began. “i will not!” you shouted. so much for not shooting the messenger…

your parents loved you so much, and everyone knew they would do anything to keep you happy. but they were busy, and they were getting older. they wanted someone trustworthy to take care of you for when they went on to rest with eywa. and since you refused to find anyone for yourself, they felt it was best to take matters into their own hands.

“where is sempu?” you asked your sister, knowing that your father was more malleable, and still saw you as his little ‘eveng. “he is out on a hunt with ao’. however, sa’nu is still around, working on healing pastes. you could talk to her if you wish?” tsireya shrugged, knowing that talking to their mother usually yielded no results. you knew this as well, but being the youngest had its perks. so you set off to make your mother change her mind.

“no, ma yawntutsyìp. the plan is already in motion.” said your mother, standing to cup your face in her hands. you groaned, not wanting to hear anymore. “just go on 3 of them, please? for your old sa’nu. only three.” she pleaded with you, putting on a sad, motherly face to gain more pity points. “we will not be around forever…” she said, as her voice trailed off in a sing-songy way and continued back to her work. you knew that she wasn’t one to change her opinion when it was set, but couldn’t she see that it was a horrible one?

sadly, the more you thought about it, she was right. of course. they were getting older, and as much as you did not want to admit it, you were scared of that. it would be a good idea to have someone by your side so you wouldn’t be alone when your parents or siblings weren’t around. plus, your older siblings had mates as well, tsireya with the sully boy and ao’nung with kyuna, who was one of your people. maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to settle down.

so you went on the first date. of course it was horrible. the guy had horrible eating skills, interrupted you whenever you talked, and was not too easy on the eyes. every time he opened his mouth, you either kissed your teeth, coughed, cleared your throat, or anything you could think of to block out his annoying voice.

the second date was not as bad, however. it was with rotxo, one of ao’nung’s friends. it turned out that his parents made him go on these types of dates too, so you had something to relate over and laugh about. he was also a very pretty guy, which you seemed to not have noticed until now. he was incredibly recipient of your feelings, and understood how frustrated you were.

“it is so weird to be on a date with you when we grew up together!” you remarked, as you looked out into the ocean. of course you never saw the boy romantically, much to his dismay. he had thought you were amazing since the day he met you. so, what he left out when saying his parents forced him to go, was that he skipped out on so many other dates to be on this one with you. he was hoping that this would change your perspective of him, and maybe see him as a worthy mate.

of course you were oblivious to this, only even giving the idea of him as your mate a cursory thought because you knew of him and his kindness. the more you pondered over this idea, you didn’t think it would be so bad to be with him. after all, he was sweet to you, approved by your family, and could provide for you. but sadly, you still had one more date to go on and were not completely set on the idea of mating with roxto. you grew up with him, for eywa’s sake! it would just be a little weird for you, and he was your brother’s best friend too.

“thanks for this, rotxo! you have nooo idea how much better this was compared to my first date!” you said, going in to hug him goodbye. “ah yes, f‘course.” he said, quietly, at almost a mumble. he wanted to stay in your embrace forever. why did you not see that he cared for you, and more importantly, why did you have to go on that other date…

he was never the jealous type, and he didn’t want you to see him as such, so he let you go and walked away to go sit by the shore. he should’ve just told you, he thought. maybe then you would be here with him instead.

that third date wore you out. the girl was so arrogant and you could tell she only went because you were the chief’s child. all she did was talk about herself and her looks, and how “wonderful it would be to be mated with her”. every time she would say something like that, you had to “clean your ears.” meaning you plugged them until you noticed her mouth no longer moving.

eventually she caught the hint and stomped away, feeling hurt and complaining. ‘oh well’, you thought. so you immediately dived in the ocean to take a swim. the cool sea breeze always calmed you down after tense moments. today’s events had been tiring. one bad date after another, except for one. rotxo. he was kind to you and you knew him well. you made up your mind. you would mate with him. it was a win-win situation, after all. a win for you, and a win for your family. you just hoped and prayed to eywa that he didn’t have his heart set on someone else.

as you swam around the island, you saw a small figure resting on the shore. so you swam up to them, and soon noticed that it was rotxo. just the guy you needed to see.“rotxo!!” you called out, hoping he could hear you and notice. he glanced up, waving and smiling in your direction. “rotxo, hey!” you said, coming out of the ocean and running a hand through your drenched hair.

“hi, (yn)!” he spoke calmly, patting the spot beside him for you to sit. you sat down with a ‘hmph’ and took his hands in yours, wanting to get the question over with and asked already. “rotxo, i had a really good time today. i kinda hated the other dates i went on, and that made me realize how amazing you are. even if it’s just out of convenience or for your parents, would you be my mate?” you asked, with your former light blue face turning a new hue of purple.

his eyes widened in shock, wondering if eywa had heard his prayers. “oh, yes! i would be happy to be mated with you, (yn). thank you, for even thinking about giving me a chance.” the boy gave you the biggest smile you had ever seen come from him, even showing his canines.

you wondered why he was so happy, but maybe that was a story for another time. for now, you two just spent the evening talking and enjoying each other’s company. if this didn’t win you child of the year, you weren’t sure what would.

sempu- daddy

‘eveng- child

sa’nu- mommy

yawntutsyìp- little darling

[softxsuki]

hello, hope youre having a beautiful day. if i may, could i please make an urgent request with either Suga or Kuroo (you can decide). my dog Cedia—a chow chow, is a mother of 5 lovely puppies. shes very kind and very motherly, shes very peaceful and loves going on walks.

today actually, we had to put her down and it was one of the most painful things i ever had to witness. i couldnt stop crying, i loved Cedia with all my heart and it hurt so much to see her leave. when we got home i couldnt stop crying, i had a horrible panic attack.

i was hoping i could make an urgent request with either Suga or Kuroo (romantic). a oneshot/drabble where they comfort gn!reader about their dog passing away. maybe they were there when their dog got put down and the scene is when they get home and they comfort reader about what happened?

thank you lots in advance

Sugawara Comforts Reader Whose Dog Is Put Down

Pairing: Sugawara x Gn!Reader

Warnings: death of pet, crying, mourning, sadness :(

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: In which your dog had to be put down and Sugawara, who had accompanied you to say goodbye to you dog comforts when you return home from the animal hospital in tears.

[A/N: Hello, I am so sorry for you loss. I have two doggies of my own and I don't even want to picture going through something like that with them. I don't know the full situation, but if Cedia was suffering, I hope she's no longer in pain. May she rest in peace and I wish you the very best. Take all the time you need to mourn and please remember to take care of yourself <3 I wrote this for Sugawara because I actually have a similar request like this for Kuroo already that I haven't written yet, but it's pending. Feel better and hope this helps you out a bit <3]

Sugawara was heartbroken at the sight of you crying on your bed. 

You had called him earlier that day in tears, telling him all about how your dog had to be put down that day, begging him to be there with you. Of course he agreed, rushing over to the animal hospital as he held your hand through the whole thing. It was a painful day as you said goodbye to your furry friend, the tears never ending as the weight of what was about to happen hit you all at once. When it was all said and done, you still couldn’t believe it. Heartache and the anxiety you felt threw you into a panic attack that Sugawara helped you through, never leaving your side.

Which led you to where you were presently, face first in your sheets as surprisingly more and more tears fall from your eyes, muffled sobs filling the room as your boyfriend sits beside you, gently rubbing your back. To be honest, he was a little lost about what he should do for you. I mean, how do you really comfort someone who just lost someone special to them? He had no clue, so he did whatever felt right to him.

After leaving the animal hospital he held your hand in his own the whole ride back to your house, never once letting go, not even now as you cried on your bed. 

While one hand was soothingly rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you, the other was being held tightly by you, becoming almost like your emotional life line that was keeping you from going completely insane.

You felt bad for being so emotional while your patient boyfriend quietly sat beside you, but the waterworks just wouldn’t stop. You thought you would be okay after having your panic attack, but silent tears continued to fall even on the ride back home, but your walls cracked open completely as you entered your home and saw the parts of your home that your dog used to occupy. Every corner of your house reminded you of her and it hurt too much.

She was a mother of five beautiful puppies, and now she was no longer in this world. Why did she have to be put down? Why couldn’t she still be around? What did she do to deserve not being able to live anymore? You couldn’t understand it and you didn’t want to understand it.

As silly as you may have seemed for crying over the death of a dog, that dog was your best friend, a part of your family that you could no longer see walking around your house. You’d no longer be able to go out for daily walks, which she loved so much, no more cuddles or sloppy kisses–you were beyond heartbroken. How would you move forward? It felt impossible.

Finally sitting up, you clutch your chest and look around, as almost every part of your room reminds you of your furry friend, which makes you cry even harder.

Suga cautiously brings your head into his chest where you continue to cry as you grasp tightly onto him in desperation that maybe having him near would force the sadness to disappear from inside you.

“I don’t know what to do, Koshi. I feel like there's a knife in my heart. It hurts so much, I miss her,” you choke out, speaking for the first time since arriving back home.

Sugawara presses lingering kisses to the top of your head, “I know you miss her baby. It’s okay to cry and mourn. That’s the only way you’ll be able to move forward, but I’ll be here as long as you need me to be.”

Witnessing your dog's death was a painful sight for him as well since he had grown fond of the dog whenever he’d go over to your place to visit, but hearing your cries as you broke down earlier that day completely broke him. He hated seeing you in so much pain, even now as you clung onto him tightly.

He holds you close, rubbing small circles into your back as you continue to cry. The room is silent except for your sniffles and sobs, but he remains by your side until your tears run out, which is almost an hour later. 

With you a lot calmer, Suga leads you back to lie down on your bed and massages the top of your hand with the pads of his thumbs. Both of your hands were a little sweaty by now since you haven’t let go of each other yet, but neither of you minded.

“You know, I miss her too and she wasn’t even my dog, so I can’t even begin to imagine how you must be feeling Y/N, but it’ll be okay. I know that’s the cliche thing to say at a time like this and maybe you don’t want to hear it right now, but I promise it’ll be okay,” he speaks softly so as to not disturb the stillness in the room.

You lean in closer to him, resting your head on him, enjoying the rumble in his chest as he begins to speak again, listening to each word he says.

“But you know we have to stay strong for her five puppies that she left behind for you to care for. They need you now, more than ever, baby. So let’s tough it out and put on a brave smile for them–together,” he smiles at you.

Your heart melts and as much as you want to cry again, you’re completely run dry so you just squeeze his hand in thanks, not trusting your voice to respond to what he had said.

“That can wait ‘till tomorrow though. For now you just need a good night of rest. I know it’ll be hard but it’ll do you some good. I’ll be here with you the whole night so don’t worry,” he reassures you, “And tomorrow we’ll come up with a plan to make sure that the memory of her never dies out. Okay?”

You nod slowly, feeling your eyelids get heavy from the emotional weight of that day. Heartbroken and tired, you only wished that you could reunite with your furry friend in your dreams, even if it was just for one night, that would be enough.

“Thank you,” you mumble before allowing sleep to overtake you.

Sugawara smiles sadly at you in his arms and sighs, hoping tomorrow would be a better day for you, but he knew you wouldn’t be fine overnight. He was prepared to help you each day though, until you could smile again on your own when thinking about your dog. He’ll make sure you feel better in no time.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 5/14/2022

(yes Ik It's technically 5/15, but I haven't slept yet so no it's not :3)

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

How would you describe Camila's relationship energy? Let's steer clear of the top bottom role. Hoping you can be more specific like with the types of love language, mindset, deal-breakers, etc. Pls describe L's too.

It is not a question that I can answer correctly because I do not know the girls, but I can talk about my perception when seeing them interact.

Camila

Camila is a girl with skin, that means that she needs the touch, to touch the person she loves, to have her close to her. Camila likes to draw attention to the person she loves in a constant way and at the same time she is very jealous of other people, but her jealousy is not shown in such an extreme way as Lauren did, for example. Camila's face said it all, especially when she was jealous.

I'm not really sure if she really liked being so "in control" of the independent fandom relationship that she jokes that Camila is top. Camila, from what I remember from her Tumblr, saw herself as the artist / poet in love with the person she liked and at the same time made her her muse. Something that we have obviously seen in her music.

I think Camila was always very romantic and I suppose that leads to her relationships, she will always be the poet who dedicates love songs to the person she loves and that is something very nice to see, but be careful not to have her on her bad side because I have always felt that she is a person who tends to detach from the other person and leave. Indifference is something I think she can do when she is really not on good terms with the person she loves, but at the same time she needs her space to discover her feelings and try to fix what she needs to be. fixed up. I hope that she has grown beyond that and is more outgoing with her partner and doesn't keep up those old patterns that were never good for her or the person she loves.

Another detail about Camila is that I feel that she always knew what she was and what she really wanted, she never hid her true essence even knowing what it would mean to have to hide what she was / is for the sake of her artistic career and I think Gaymila is all the example I can give. Camila has always been proud to be who she is, even though she can't express it publicly yet.

Lauren

My perception of Lauren ... Well, she loves being courted and having the attention of the person she loves who feels bad when her partner is indifferent to her or does not speak to her. Lauren has always had to deal with many insecurities in her life and the issue of her sexuality was always something important to her, especially coming from a family like the one she has, religious and conservative. Lauren always had a lot of pressure in her life, because she was the oldest of her siblings and had to set an "example" for them, something she complained about a lot on her blog here on Tumblr. I feel that Lauren likes details, that her partner is detailed and always gives her the attention that she seeks and that they do not lie to her because her past love relationships had that problem.

I think Camila complements Lauren a lot in that sense being Camila the artist / poet and Lauren being the muse or at least I've always seen them that way. I also see Lauren as very motherly so I suppose she will want to start a beautiful family in the future, I hope she succeeds.

As for her relationships, she has always said that she is very loyal and I believe her. I do not know if she really is one of the people that she cannot be without a partner, but I feel that she is one of those who falls in love with only one person and she can be with the same person for years without needing anyone else.

An important detail, that many of us have never had and I include myself because it is true, is that the girls have had good examples of healthy relationships with their parents and according to psychology, that means that the children will surely imitate / want to continue or have that same example for their love lives because it is something that they grew up with and that is something very positive for both of them, regardless of whether they are together or not. I think that stability is another important issue, but of course, what I have said is only a perception. They are both very private and Camila loves being private, but not secret because she feels like she has always wanted to show the person that she loves, and we know that she has done it through what she loves to do. Music.

(sorry for the long ass answer, I got inspired xD)

[shinidamachu]

I need some Inuyasha as a great father (more like DILF, amirite?) headcanons, can you help me out?

I'm here to serve!

• It isn’t until they’re happily married for at least one or two years that the possibility of children are brought up.

• At first, they took that time to relearn each other, enjoy their company and make the honeymoon phase last a little long. They did spend three years apart, after all. There’s so much time to make up for, so many catching up to do before they’d even think to throw a kid into the mix. Plus, being a modern woman, Kagome would know how to avoid pregnancy the best her new circumstances allowed and how important that time alone is for a newly-married couple.

• They never actually had the child talk because Kagome just assumed that’s where their relationship would naturally lead to, given her motherly tendencies and Inuyasha’s history of ultimately giving her everything she wants. For his part, Inuyasha knew she wanted to be a mother someday and he'd be lying if he said he never indulged the fantasy of fathering her children. However, he has serious trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that, in reality, Kagome would still be up for it if he were to be the father. He could never dare to ask of her more than she has already given him. Be that as it may, it was not a big deal because it was not a dealbreaker. Nothing was.

• But with time, Kagome would have noticed how good Inuyasha is with Hisui and the Mirsan twins. How his relationship with Shippo had developed from a sibling banter to a makeshift paternal relationship. How people like Shiori and Bunza would look up to him like he was some kind of movie hero. How every kid in the village seemed to adore him despite his grumpy demeanor.

• And Inuyasha would have noticed the way Kagome would look at him whenever he so much as interacted with a child, the way her smell would spike significantly.

• She, of course, was the one to make the first move, jumping him one night, after they had spend the whole day stuck with babysitting the Mirsan children and popping the question.

• Inuyasha was relutant. There was a part of him that was adamant on making her happy and even believed having babies would make him happy too. On the other hand, he was terrified. Terrified of how her body would react to childbirth, of if her spiritual powers would accept his demonic energy. But mostly, about what would happen once the baby was born. The last thing he wanted was for Kagome to go through everything his mother had to go through. Or for another kid to face the same prejudice he did. Besides, he grew up with no father figure whose steps he could follow. He didn’t know how to be a father.

• Kagome assures him that they won’t have a baby until they’re both ready and on the same page, that they have time and that Inuyasha will be a great father.

• Inuyasha believes her.

• Then it is him felling some type of way whenever he sees Kagome around kids. And something deep inside desperately wishes to find out what would their children look like, what would it be like to hold and take care of someone born from their love.

• Finally, he caves.

• Inuyasha wants a big family, considering how lonely his childhood was. Kagome finds it pivotal for their first-born to have a sibling, since she had Sota and their relationship was one of the most important things in her life. That’s why they’d have two children minimum, preferably a boy and a girl. However, giving how dangerous and uncomfortable childbirth can be, especially without the perks the modern era provides, I don’t think they’d have more than three.

• Naturally, Inuyasha relies on Miroku for advice and the latter is more helpful than not. Except for the times Inuyasha asks or says something that makes it way too easy for Miroku to mess with him. Like the time he told Inuyasha that if he doesn’t get Kagome whatever food she craves while pregnant, the baby will be born looking exactly like that food. And Inuyasha believed him.

• And if you thought Inuyasha was protective of Kagome before... oh boy! He’d be almost overbearing, but Kagome would see it as endearing. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, a woman has got to have her privacy. He also becomes more attentive, more gentle, sweeter.

• After their first child is born, Inuyasha gets a makeover of sorts. He’s always borrowing the Fire Rat to Kagome and the baby anyway, so he figured it’d be more practical to just pass the clothes on to them already and get something new for himself.

• It’s white.

• Inuyasha becomes taller, stronger. And often lets Kagome experiment with his hair with braids, top nots... and ponytails.

• Old Myoga is the first one to notice the resemblance. And it’s true. He’s the spitting image of Toga. Former enemies and allies often mistaken him for Toga and Kagome thinks the look on their (and Inuyasha’s) face is hilarious.

• Sesshoumaru does not care for it (I stole this one from @heavenin--hell).

• Inuyasha hates his human nights even more because now his vulnerability also means he might not be able to protect his family as he usually would (Together Changed by @goshinote and @lostinfantasyworlds inspired this one). Plus, the black hair and lack of dog ears confuses the baby, who cries and fusses for a good while until realizing it is, in fact, Inuyasha holding them (this one I saw in an adorable fanart I can’t find).

• But since he needs way less sleeping than humans and he spends the New Moons up anyway, Inuyasha gets a lot of quality time with their infant at night, which allows Kagome to actually get a good night sleep unless the baby is hungry.

• The Beads of Subjugation get dooled and chewed on. A lot.

• A little contest takes place between Kagome and Inuyasha about what the first word of their first child would be, with Kagome going for “dada” and Inuyasha going for “mama.”

• Kagome wins.

• Inuyasha’s fighting style changes. He still says some snarky remarks, but now it’s more to push his opponent‘s buttons down so they would get sloppy than anything else. After all, he has a child to think about and provide for now. He doesn’t have the luxury of gambling with his life anymore. He has a home to come back to and therefore won’t be taking any chances (credit to @born-for-eachother for this one).

• And so he becomes more lethal on the battle field. Pragmatic. Objective. Calculating. Decisive. Cold blooded. Much like... Sesshomaru.

• He had never been more offended on his life than the day Sango pointed this out to him.

• When the kids grow up a bit, Inuyasha and Kagome start to tell them bedtime stories, with the PG version of the story about how the met and defeated Naraku being their favorite.

• Kagome tries to be a reliable and calm narrator while Inuyasha exaggerates the events and the voices, almost always breaking objects of their house in the process.

• After hearing one too many times about the Beads of Subjugation, their child tries to “sit” Inuyasha. Of course it doesn’t work, but he still makes a big deal out of throwing himself on the ground every time they say the word just to hear them laugh.

• The first actual toy Inuyasha buys them is a ball, just like the one he had as a kid, at the same time accomplishing a childhood wish through them and ensuring that they would always have someone to play with.

• Kagome is more protective of their physical state while Inuyasha is more protective of their emotional one (see Fist Fight by @omgitscharlie)

• Inuyasha goes to Totosai and asks him to make a weapon out of one of his fangs to each of their children once they get old enough for it. Not necessarily a sword, just something of their choice and that better fits their personality.

• He would be a just father, doing his best to show no favoritism, treat his children equally and make sure no one felt overlooked or unloved.

• But truth be told, if one of their babies turn out to be a daughter, he would definitelly let her get away with almost anything, no matter how much of a gremlin she is. Daddy’s little girl would have him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

• Life never treated Inuyasha kindly. From a very young age, it was kill or be killed. It wouldn't be too far off for him to think the exact same thing could happen with his kids, therefore he tries to prepare them, to tough them up so they can take it.

• And I believe this sentiment would be significantly amplified with a son, because it would involve the whole “suck it up”, “men don’t cry” and “man of the house” aspect of it. The “it is your duty to protect your mother and sister when I’m gone” too, especially because he couldn’t protect Izayoi himself.

• It’s “tough love”, but it’s love nonetheless. And in the right dose, which I believe Inuyasha manages to nail, it can be very important for one’s development and growth.

• But it’s hard to imagine him being as tough with a daughter. Probably because he sees so much of Kagome on her that the mere idea of seeing her cry simply breaks him.

• Kagome would actually have to step in when it comes to disciplining and saying “no”, because he simply wouldn’t have it in him to do so.

There’s actually a really nice post by @keichanz I reblogged a while ago discussing precisely that, but I can’t find it to save my life (should I start to properly tag my reblogs? No, it’s a lot of work and I’m right not to).

Anyway, that’s all I got for now.

Peace out.

[juhaksworld]

The Boyz reactions to dating someone super shy

Sangyeon:

Would become full on motherly towards you?? If that makes sense. like if you were hiding behind him he would try and help you overcome your fear and talk to people. he would understand if you were overthinking everything and try his best to talk through things with you and help you see that people weren’t as scary as you thought they were. lowkey though,, he would think you were adorable! he would always ask at the end of the day if you had a good day-- if you had too many interactions or got through the day comfortably. he would often tell you stories of really interesting strangers he’s talked to, hoping to give you courage, but never pushing you to talk to people too much.

Jacob:

kinda shy himself, so he would totally get where you were coming from. y’all would hide from people together haha. If you were at a party or a gathering of some sort you would never separated from each other so you didn’t have to face people alone. you would take turns talking with people you didn’t know or that slightly intimidated you. y’all would cling to each other for dear life and whisper to each other often that you were both gonna be ok and that you were doing well! would lowkey simp for you if you ordered food for the both of you. he would try his best to always take over the conversation for you if he saw the light die in your eyes, even if he was mentally tired himself.

Younghoon:

wholeheartedly head over heels for you. when he first started talking to you before you were dating he noticed you were shy and that swept him off his feet. Imagine him talking to Chanhee: “did you see that she barely made eye contact? adorable! she looked at me for a little bit though! I wonder if she likes me and is extra shy around me or if she's always like that….either way it’s so cute!!” After you start dating he would see that you were just always shy and needed someone to rely on when conversing with strangers. he loves being that person. patting you gently on the head while you held his arm listening in wonder when he talked with people much easier than you even though he was kinda shy himself. you just being with him helps him feel less shy. you give him confidence to do all the talking for you both.

Hyunjae:

oh goodness ;-; this boy would tease you a lot. he would never mean to upset you though, so if he’s teasing too much just let him know and he’ll stop. when y’all would go out to eat he would coax you to order your food yourself, but would end up doing it for you because your voice is so quiet lol. he loves watching you when you finally see someone you trust and love, whether it’s him or another friend of yours. If you’re at a party and you're just watching people, too afraid to say anything, and then your whole face lights up and you become a chatterbox bc you’re with someone you love and trust, he falls in love again. thinks it’s a little sad that strangers scare you but is super protective of you. like if anyone else is pressuring you to talk he would instantly take over for you. he hates seeing you be put in an uncomfortable situation by someone who you’re not close to, so he pushes his way into the conversation immediately.

Juyeon:

the first time he met you you were so quiet he thought you were about to cry because something bad had happened, or you just really didn’t like him so he did his absolute best to make you comfortable and cheer you up. It worked because you quickly became very comfortable around him and he liked you so much once you warmed up to each other that he asked you out and you became best friends and a couple ( a very cute one too I might add ) so anyways he’s pretty quiet too, although he’s not exactly shy, so he takes care of you whenever you’re out in public without pushing you to get out of your comfort zone too much. perhaps because he knows you’re content avoiding strangers and he doesn't want anyone to try and steal you away from him.

Kevin:

Kev would definitely be the gentleman type to step up and take care of the conversation with strangers for you even if he is an introvert himself. you would notice and try your best to come out of your comfort zone and take turns dealing with people for him. he would notice and love you so much for that. like seriously, cue the clingy kev. holding your hand and your arm and patting your head after you ordered food for the both of you, or took over the conversation some persistent stranger wanted to have with y’all. he would think it was super cute the way your ears turned pink and your soft voice naturally lured the person in you were talking to. It would make him so proud to see others easily talking with you without even noticing that you were super nervous, because you were so good at hiding how you felt and making the other person comfortable. he would cheer you on and compliment you constantly.

Chanhee:

shy boy, shy girl. y’all would be soooooo cute together. like people at parties would see you both just sitting aside from others practically on each other's lap, talking quietly together, knowing you were the best dressed people there, and playing games on your phones softly giggling together. when you had to interact with strangers Chanhee would for the most part, bc he’s confident and knows he can even if he doesn’t like to and he knows it impresses you which he loves to do, so win win for you both haha. sometimes you’ll break through your comfort zone and talk with a stranger or order your own food confidently and make him very proud of you which is also a win win <3

Changmin:

this boy. he’s such a tease. he would make you order your own food, or talk with someone who approached you both because he loooooooooves the way you slightly stutter and giggle softly in between sentences and your voice is so soft and pretty when you’re shy. If you started to feel too overwhelmed he would take over for you ofc. usually if you’re the least bit scared or upset because of something he would definitely take care of any human interactions for you, but if he got the chance he would gently push you out of your comfort zone, just because he finds you so endearing. he loves how you turn around to face him after talking to someone and sighing and then smiling and visibly relaxing bc you’re with him. If someone gives the tiniest hint of weird vibes he takes care of them for you. asks each day when you get home how everything went. would comfort or compliment you accordingly. loves to make known that your feelings are valid and he’s proud of you no matter what!

Haknyeon:

He would be a mixture of Sangyeon and Changmin, like he would gently push you to break through your comfort zone because “it’s good for you!” but then he would silently die from the cuteness behind your back. for Kevin I said he liked seeing you lure others in because of your soft voice...well for Haknyeon?? he would love making you feel shy so you lured HIM in with your soft sweet voice. like he’d lean really close to your face when you were talking so you started blushing and tripping over your words and looking down away from him and then he’d just be so filled with admiration for you that he’d lift your face up gently and look at you tilting his head slightly listening to whatever you were saying very carefully. he’d do a lot of the talking for you in public though actually because he doesn’t want anyone else to fall for your shy charms.

Sunwoo:

he’d tease you a lot when you were away from others,, like at home he’d be like “why don’t you just try and talk to people?? they’re not that scary.” and then you’d hit him gently and laugh because you knew whenever you were out in public he didn’t even give others the chance to talk with you unless he was 100% positive you felt comfortable around them. he loves watching you talk with others when you’re happy and confident around them, but the minute you start to stumble over your words and hesitate at all he takes over for you. he would never want you to be uncomfortable and he’s super understanding of your shyness. he always asks you at the end of the day when you’re home how the day was and if everything went alright. If the day went well he’s super happy and relieved, if not, he calmly and quietly reassures you everything will be alright.

Eric:

what is shyness? he wonders. he can’t quite get why you would be so afraid of others, but that doesn’t stop him from being super kind and gentle. he has no problem doing all the talking for you and it seems natural for him to just order the food for both of you. he’s so talkative that when you’re at a party he just does all the talking for you without even noticing. the first time he met you and saw you ordering food he was shocked that you were stumbling over your words so much and even looked afraid. he asked you about it later and when you explained that you were super super shy and fear just washed over you whenever you tried to talk to strangers. he was surprised but he thought it was cute?? but kinda sad too??? anyways once he found out you were afraid to talk to people he thought that meant you were just afraid of humans in general and he always had his arm around your waist or shoulder to “protect” you from other people uwu

[theladyofdeath]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 8}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >> @snelbz​

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Cassian didn’t have to go into the bar until noon, so until Viviane arrived for her first day at 11:30, it was just him and Nyx.

The sun was out, and Cassian intended to take full advantage of it. Nyx was in his stroller and Cassian was jogging down the side of the Sidra. He’d only had him for the last half hour.

After Cassian’s breakdown last night, Nesta had apparently decided to let Cassian sleep in. Before Nyx could even cry, Nesta had gotten him up, ready, and fed before she left for work that morning.

He was mortified that she’d had to see that, that he’d broken down in front of her like that. But there was so much of Rhys looking at him, all the time and he’d been holding it in for so long. And knowing that he hadn’t been able to figure out what Nyx needed was the final straw last night.

After Nesta had hugged him, he’d finally gotten the strength to pull himself together, and he pulled from her grasp. He’d noticed the dress she wore to go out then, showing just as much skin as that damn towel had, and had made an excuse about being exhausted. He’d shut himself in his room, staring at the ceiling until he fell asleep around two or three in the morning.

He wasn’t surprised she had barely wanted to see him this morning. She probably thought he was an irresponsible mess, probably figured she was better off taking care of Nyx on her own.

And maybe she was.

Nesta had some natural motherly instinct, just like Feyre and Elain had. It was an Archeron trait, Cassian had no doubt.

And although the Archeron sisters certainly hadn’t had a perfect upbringing, the three of them had always had each other.

Cassian couldn’t say the same.

His mom died young.

He’d never had a father.

Or siblings.

Or any other extended family.

He’d just had Rhysand and Azriel, and although fatherhood had come decently easy to both of them, Cassian couldn’t say the same for himself. He was the goofy, unpredictable uncle of the group, he was good in that role.

Not the ideal father figure.

Cassian picked up his speed.

Nyx giggled and threw his hands in the air. 

Regardless of his mood, he couldn’t help but smile down at him.

He loved this kid, and he knew that this kid loved him. He may not be his father, but he would do his damndest to make sure he knew how much he was loved. Every damn day.

*

Cassian had just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed when he heard the doorbell chime.

Nyx was standing in his playpen, holding onto the padded railing when Cassian rushed to the door, throwing it open.

“Viviane, hey,” he said, opening it wide enough for her to step through. She gave him a polite smile and he shut the door behind her. “Okay, so Nyx is over there, Nesta left a note on the fridge with our cell numbers, the number for her restaurant, my bar, uh, his pediatrician-.”

Viviane laughed quietly and headed for the playpen. “I’ll call you if I need anything, but I’m sure this little dude is going to be an angel.”

She reached down and scooped him up and Nyx did nothing but beam up at her.

“He’s in good hands,” Viviane went on when she saw the worry in Cassian’s eyes.

“I know,” he smiled, although hesitantly. “Nesta will be home at four-thirty.”

“We’re going to have fun,” Viviane promised, and Nyx giggled.

Cassian took that as cue to leave and hurried out the door. It was stressful, leaving him for the first time, alone with someone they had only just met.

He found himself wondering if Rhysand or Feyre would approve.

He prayed they did.

When he got to the bar, Kallias was already there, making sure everything was ready for opening.

“You’re two minutes late, boss,” he teased.

Cassian snorted. “New nanny. Had a hard time leaving.”

Kallias raised a brow. “Hot nanny?” 

Cassian grinned as he came behind the bar. “Just your type, actually.” 

Before the conversation could deepen, Cassian seeing the intrigue in Kal’s eye, he was heading to the store room, grabbing a few bottles to keep within reaching distance when they undoubtedly got a little busy over lunch.

“I like hot nannies,” Kallias hollered. “It would be nice of you to share.”

Cassian snorted, heading back up towards the bar. He didn’t reply, shaking his head as he glanced at his friend, and he set about cutting and readying the garnishes for drinks.

With a dramatic sigh, far louder than it needed to be for Cass to hear him, Kallias began turning on the televisions around the room, two on different sports broadcasts and one on a local music channel.

Maybe he would set Kallias up with Viviane.

Even he had to admit…they’d make a pretty damn cute couple.

*

It was just before 4:30 when Nesta pushed open the front door, prepared to find the house thrown into chaos.

But, it was spotless, Nyx was sleeping, and Viviane was on the couch, reading a book. She looked up at Nesta and smiled.

“You’re home,” she whispered, even though Nyx wasn’t in the room. “He’s been down for about forty-five minutes. We played hard today. I think he’s worn out.”

Nesta blinked, carefully stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. “He was good?”

“Oh, he was great,” Viviane promised, standing up and closing her book with a bookmark placed neatly between it’s pages. “Although, his diaper rash is getting pretty bad. I changed him more often to try and keep him as dry and rash-creamed as possible. But, you may want to keep an eye out. I’ve seen worse, but you still may want to get a prescription from his doctor to help clear it up.”

Nesta hadn’t even noticed that Nyx had had a rash and chastised herself. “Yes. Absolutely, I’ll make him an appointment as soon as I can.”

Viviane smiled again, stopping to grab her purse where it sat by the floor of the couch and dropped her book inside. It was well loved, Nesta could tell, and for a moment, she considered asking what the pretty, young woman was reading.

And then she remembered who she’d been here alone with that morning.

Her eyes popped open. “Oh, gods, I hope Cassian was okay this morning. He’s not…always on his best behavior.”

Viviane brows bunched towards each other, confusion on her face. “I don’t follow?”

“I hope he didn’t say anything too inappropriate,” she rushed out. “He can be a bit much in the mornings, and-.”

“Oh, no, no,” Viviane interrupted, her crystalline eyes going wide. “No, he was an absolute gentleman. On good behavior.” She then added, “And please, don’t mistake my enthusiasm for this job, Nesta, I’m not interested in your husband or anything like-.”

It was Nesta’s turn to interrupt. “Husband?! No, no, Cassian isn’t my husband. Cauldron, no we just have to live together. He’s not even my boyfriend. I can barely stand the guy.”

Viviane hesitated. “Oh, I’m sorry, I just assumed-.”

“It’s alright,” Nesta said, and knew her cheeks were red. “I could see how it would be easy to make that assumption.”

Viviane nodded and rocked back on her heels, uncomfortably. “Right, well...I’ll see you all tomorrow?”

“Absolutely,” Nesta said, trying her best to give a convincing smile.

She knew she was failing.

Convincing smiles weren’t her specialty.

But, husband? As if she would ever marry a man like Cassian. They may have had a moment where they didn’t absolutely loathe each other the night before, but that’s only because he was having a complete mental breakdown.

Nesta may be a bitch, but she wouldn’t kick a man when he’s already down.

Well, at least not in that situation. In a different set of circumstances, perhaps she would. 

Viviane let herself out and Nesta said her goodbyes, and shook her head.

Husband.

Oh, fuck no.

After a quick call to Nyx’s pediatrician, and an appointment made for the following afternoon, Nesta set out to make dinner. Nothing too crazy, just a new recipe she’d been toying with at the restaurant and she needed an unbiased opinion - one from someone whom she didn’t employ - to give her an honest opinion. She knew Cassian would be at the bar until eight-thirty or nine, but the chicken salad would be better chilled anyways.

Or she thought it was. She’d have to ask what he thought about that.

She was halfway through chopping up the roast chicken she’d spiced and marinated all day when the monitor to her left let out a lonely cry. Washing her hands, Nesta was hurrying up the stairs and found Nyx standing in his crib. He immediately reached for her, those blue eyes still drowsy with sleep, but Nesta knew he needed to be changed as soon as she got within sniffing distance. Hopefully he’d be sleepy enough that he wouldn’t fight her on the diaper change.

“What did Cassian feed you for lunch, kiddo?” She asked, scrunching her nose as she unsnapped the onesie he wore, and swapped out his diaper for a clean one.

True to Viviane’s word, Nyx had developed a splotchy, red rash on his bottom. After setting Nyx up in a swing by the door, Nesta took a few minutes to Google what a normal case of diaper rash looked like. Afterwards, she had wiped her search history and was thankful she’d gone ahead and called the pediatrician’s office, especially considering they were now closed until the following morning.

She also had to figure out a way to thank Viviane for her suggestion. Nesta almost felt like she owed the girl an apology for her initial reaction to her, based on her assumptions of Cassian. Not that she had any idea how Nesta had felt, but she still felt bad.

She may know a few things about Cassian Nazari, but she knew nothing about Viviane, not yet. Nesta should really give her the benefit of the doubt.

Even though such a thing was not her specialty.

The second they walked into the kitchen, Nyx was crying and reaching toward the fridge. Nesta put him in his high chair, letting him cry it out as she fixed him supper.

In the meantime, she dumped a pile of strawberry puffs on his tray.

He was immediately stuffing them into his mouth.

“You know, I’ve tasted those and they’re not all that great,” Nesta said, preparing him a small bowl of sweet potatoes.

Nyx looked at her and held up a star-shaped puff. 

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, but thank you for the offer.”

Nesta finished her salad and put the rest in the fridge for Cassian to eat once he got home. After taking a seat, and placing her salad and Nyx’s potatoes on the table, she dug in.

It was, obviously, delicious.

Nyx even seemed to be enjoying his sweet potatoes, though, as always more ended up on his high chair’s tray than in his mouth.

“You have an art for making a mess, buddy,” she said, shaking her head as she lifted another spoonful of the sweet potatoes to his mouth.

He took the bite into his mouth, and sprayed most of it back out in a raspberry.

She raised an eyebrow, setting the bowl down in front of her. “You’re just playing at this point, aren’t you?”

To say yes, in fact, he was, Nyx smacked a chubby hand into the mushed up mix of puffs and sweet potato on his tray.

“That means it’s bath time and then bed time,” she mused, wiping as much of him down as she could. She decided to go ahead and ditch his smeared onesie in the laundry room, and carried a diapered Nyx up to the bathroom.

A mostly uneventful bath later, she discovered Viviane must have been telling the truth about playing hard today. Nyx had been asleep before she’d made it through the second page of his favorite book, his pacifier falling out of his full, little lips.

She gently laid him down in the crib, and tiptoed downstairs to flip through bad reality TV until Cassian got home.

She hated how much she had thought about Cassian throughout the day. For once, it wasn’t about his body. Instead, it was about the fact that he had spent five minutes in her arms the night before, sobbing. She wasn’t sure what to think.

Cassian had a rough exterior. 

He was known for his good looks and how many women those looks attracted. Since Nesta met him five years prior, there were only a handful of things she could say about Cassian.

He was beautiful, but that much was obvious.

He knew how to make beautiful instruments, which meant he was good with his hands.

Nesta would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about just how good he was with those hands.

Lastly, Cassian was cocky as hell. He was hot. He knew he was hot. And he had to convince everyone who didn’t think he was hot that he was hot.

But, one thing that Nesta hadn’t known about Cassian until the night before?

He cared.

He really, really cared.

And he was scared.

She had been willing to put aside their differences for Nyx. They’d come to that agreement when he’d begun to depend on them. But now, she wanted to make things work…for him. He was terrified of letting Rhys down, something she understood. Every time she thought of something she may have done wrong, all she could think about was how disappointed Feyre would be in her.

Except…she knew that wasn’t true. Just like she knew that Rhys would never be disappointed in Cassian. The fact that he’d stepped up, had been willing to care for Rhys and Feyre’s only child…

She just had to make sure Cassian believed it.

Nesta was half asleep on the couch when the door unlocked and opened, Cassian walking through. He blinked once upon seeing her, clearly not having expected her to be downstairs when he got home.

“Hey,” she said, stretching. “How was your day?”

He tossed his keys on the table by the door, looking around, pointedly not looking at her. “It was good. Where’s Nyx?”

“He’s been down since seven-thirty or so, Viviane did great today,” she said, watching him as he walked into the kitchen. “I owe you an apology. You were right, she’s good.”

She heard a grunt of acknowledgment as the fridge opened. He came back into the living room, shaking up a bottled protein shake and cracking it open.

“I made a roasted chicken salad,” she said. “I put leftovers in the fridge for you.” “That’s okay,” he said, voice low. “You can take it to work with you tomorrow. Don’t want to take your food.”

Nesta blinked. “I put it in the fridge for you-.”

“I’m tired,” he said, heading toward the stairs. “Night.”

Nesta’s mouth opened, then shut, then opened again. “I’m sorry, what?”

Cassian stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked over his shoulder. “What?”

I made you dinner. I stayed up to make sure you were alright. “Nothing. Just didn’t realize you were so insistent on being an asshole this evening.”

“An asshole?” he repeated. “I just got home, I’m tired, and now I’m an asshole?” 

Nesta just shook her head, falling back on the couch. “Nevermind. Goodnight.” 

Cassian just stood there, looking half like he wanted to go upstairs and half like he wanted to chuck the half-empty bottle at the back of her head. He’d already had a long, horrible day full of shitty, rude customers. He hadn’t even realized it was nearing Spring Break until the underage kids with shitty, fake ID’s had descended on the bar today. The amount of customers he had to turn away since they were practically children possibly outweighed the actual customers he and Kal had served.

He’d also had Nesta on his mind all day, on the pity she had to feel for him after he lost it the night before. The fact that she made him dinner was just proof of it, that he was right.

“You didn’t need to make me dinner,” he said, staring at the wall behind her head. “I can take care of myself, alright?”

Nesta’s eyes were closed, her arms crossed as she laid back on the couch. “I didn’t say that you couldn’t.”

“Just because I lost it for a minute last night, doesn’t mean that I’m helpless,” Cassian went on. “I’m just as capable of taking care of Nyx, of being a grown ass adult, as you are.”

Nesta’s eyes opened, then, and she slowly looked over to him. “Is that right?”

“Yeah, it is,” he said, simply.

“Really?” Nesta asked. “Because you’re acting like a gods damned child right now.”

Cassian snorted as he shook his head. “I don’t have the patience for you tonight. Goodnight.”

“You’re a real dick, you know that?” Nesta snapped.

“It’s all you think I’m good for, so I guess I may as well act like it, too,” he called out, not turning back to look at her.

The words struck her, made her feel two feet tall, especially considering how she’d begun to regard him instead. But she wasn’t able to stop the bite of her words as she snapped, “Oh, fuck you.”

Cassian didn’t say a word as he topped the stairs and headed down the hall.

She almost wished he’d slammed the door, almost wished he’d made a spectacle of being angry and shutting her out again, after what she’d thought may have been progress the night before. 

It was almost that much worse that his door shut with a soft click.

[heartless-symphony]

Word of love

Just an other one shot to make myself feel better 

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Word of love

Ship : Spencer Reid x Reader

Type : Fluff

Warning : mention of a case, blood, kidnapping, curse word, gunshots

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1- JJ

When you had met Spencer, you immediately figured him out. The way he was holding himself, the constant fidgeting, you could tell he was a shy person. At least, he was toward you. Of course, you had only just joined the team a few months ago, so he didn’t know you that much. But it was easy to say that there was something off about him, the way he never met your eyes, never had those full-on rants you so often overheard. You weren’t close, because of that. He didn’t really let you get close to him, to be fair, no matter how hard you tried. So you gave up, deciding that if it was meant to be, it would just take time and you shouldn’t rush it. 

That’s why, the first time it actually hit you in the face, you were surprised. You hadn’t let yourself get too attached –or so you thought. You had tried to put up a wall between the both of you, just like he had done. But as you were all in the emergency room, surrounding JJ’s bed, and as you heard him whisper a soft ‘I love you’ to his best friend, it hit you really, really hard. You realized a few things, all at once. First, it was the first time he actually showed a hint of emotions in front of you, and you shouldn’t have found it as adorable as you did. Second, you should not have felt jealous of JJ at this minute. Yes, a very adorable, cute, smart FBI agent had just told her he loved her –in a friendly way, you needed to remind yourself- but he said it because she was in actual danger. She had been shot during a case and so you were all here, hoping for her to get better. There was nothing –nothing- to be jealous of. Finally, what really hit you was the way you couldn't stop looking at him, wanting to take his hand, tell him everything will be okay and his friend would be fine. You wanted to be close to him. Which, considering how much distance you both tried to put between you, was weird. Unpleasant. 

When it hit you, you looked away. You shook it off. You didn’t allow yourself to feel anything. You couldn’t. You weren’t allowed to fall for him. 

 2- Motherly love

The second time it happened, you –almost- saw it coming. You were all in Vegas, and you were about to go home after a very tiring case. Spencer, of course, went to see his mom, and Emily had decided to pick him up from there right before leaving, and you just ended up in the car with her as you were driving to the airport. You made your way to the parking lot of the facility, before jumping out of the car. Emily waited for you as you walked to the door, going to get the genius. When you saw him, he was hugging his mom tightly, like it would be the last time. He was resting his head against hers, and you heard him whisper a sweet ‘I love you’, before letting go of her. She smiled sadly, in that way mothers do, and gently patted his cheeks. Blushing a bit, he turned to face you. He looked even redder and you smiled softly. You had always admired the way he was treating his mother, doing his best. You knew it wasn’t easy with the job and it was even worse for him. He had so much love for his mother that it made you feel happy, for her, for him, for the both of them. No matter the hard times they had to go through, they survived and were stronger every day. You admired that in them, their way to take their pain and turn it into love. 

When Spencer arrived at your level, his cheeks had gone back to a normal color, but he still had a slightly ashamed look, like he hadn’t wanted you to see him so vulnerable. But you couldn’t care less and you made it very clear, opening the door without a word and walking back to the car. Before taking his seat, he sent you a shy smile and you couldn’t help but look down to hide your own. Letting your guard down was probably the right thing to do, because some people deserved the pain. Because even if it turned badly, you could grow from it. So why keep your heart away from such a compassionate boy? 

 3- Love you all

It was his birthday, and you hadn’t gotten him anything. Well, not really at least. JJ had hoped for one single gift where everyone would participate, and you had jumped on the occasion. That way you were sure he would get something he liked, without you having to worry about anything at all –like him hating your gift. So, you didn’t know what JJ had gotten and when she got in the bullpen with nothing but a simple envelope, you couldn’t help but worry. Maybe she had changed her mind, or maybe it was something stupid. You had thoughts about buying him books, something like that, but not a letter. You were freaking out, silently, sitting at your desk, watching her make her way to spencer. She handed him the envelope and smiled, and you got up, just like the others, to surround the boy as to watch his reaction. You were further away, as usual. You may like him, but you knew he wasn’t feeling the same and he was still very, very cold with you. 

You almost didn’t see him open the letter, but you very soon recognized the two tickets in his hands as he took them out. The vintage-looking picture, the handwriting. 

‘Tickets for the ‘Letters through ages’ exposition?’ 

The team didn’t know who to look at. You had both screamed at the same time, interest cursing through your veins. You had jumped from the desk you were sitting on, rushing to Spencer’s side in complete awe of the tickets. Those kinds of tickets were rare and hard to get, only a handful of people had gotten the chance to see this exposition of vintage letters coming from all over the world, and you had dreamed of going there ever since you heard about it. Apparently, Spencer felt the same because his eyes were shining so brightly with happiness, you were almost jealous. Almost. You were too happy for him. What made your heart break a bit, though, was the second ticket. You knew more than anyone else that no one in the team –except the both of you- were interested in this kind of thing, which meant... He had someone else to take. 

‘Thank you, all, i love you guys.. I just.. I wouldn’t know who to bring with me...’ 

You blushed a bit. Of course. He didn’t have anyone, and it shouldn’t have made you feel as relieved as you did. You shrugged and looked up, only to see all eyes on you. Derek’s smirk made you squirm uncomfortably, making you think he was up to no good. And, being himself, he definitely was. 

 ‘Well, I feel like Y/N wants to come with you, don’t you ?’ 

You blushed even more, gently hitting Morgan on the shoulder. Part of you hated him for suggesting that, but the other was thankful. Maybe you would have a chance to finally see that exposition and, more than anything, you would be able to spend an evening with Spencer, just the two of you. Which sounded like a very nice idea to you. 

He looked up to you, smiling shyly, and handed you the second ticket. 

‘I do hope you’re free that evening.’ 

4- Evening together

When it happened, you weren't ready for it. Well, you should’ve, but some part of you still felt like it was unreal. You were both walking home from the show, in silence. It wasn’t awkward, compared to what you had imagined. The silence was calm, almost reassuring. Spencer's hands were in his pockets and he was looking up at the sky with a slight smile that hadn’t left his lips ever since you had arrived. You couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him. He looked like a little kid who had just spent the best day ever, with red cheeks, messy hair and a smile on his lips. You were feeling the same, to be honest, so you couldn’t say anything. 

 ‘I forgot to, uh... Thank you.’ 

You tilted your head and turned your head to look at him, frowning slightly. His eyes were on you and you wondered how long he had been looking at you. He bit his lip and took his hands out of his pockets, playing with his fingers. 

 ‘I mean, tonight was.. Really great. I didn’t know you like that kind of thing and I'm so glad you-you came with me. It was really... Really thoughtful. I-I loved it.’ 

You smiled and shrugged, trying to hide your own feelings. You felt great, awesome actually. The night had been so calming, walking through the alleys and reading old love letters from all ages, all origins, in different languages. And the best part had been Spencer. The minute he had picked you up, you knew you would have a good time. His walls were down, like he was suddenly more comfortable around you, trusted you more. And you loved it. He had been adorable, and if it had been a date, you would’ve easily said it was the best you had in a long time. Walking in silence surrounded by paper might sound boring to most people, but Spencer made it entertaining. You stood side by side, facing each paper as he waited for you to finish reading before moving onto the next one. When the letter was in a language you didn’t understand –which sadly didn’t happen as much as you wanted-, he would read it to you, translating every word in a soft whisper, his eyes focused on the page. He had spent the evening doing everything right, and you regretted that it wasn’t a date. He would’ve been a perfect boyfriend, and you were only wishing for him to find the best –someone who would deserve him. 

You answered with only a smile, and when he smiled back, it felt like your whole world was finally turning right. 

 5- I love you

You sort of wished he didn’t have to tell you he loved you that day. It was almost painful, because you couldn’t answer. The tape over your mouth, the tears rolling down your cheek, the gun pointed at your head... Everything was keeping you from talking. From saying it back. And even that, it wasn’t the best moment to tell a coworker you were in love with them when the both of you were held at gunpoint by an unsub. 

You knew you were about to die. Well, you thought you were. You believed in the team to save Spencer, but you were pretty sure you were done. You weren’t the one with the information the unsub needed, you weren’t the smart one, you weren’t the useful one. You were just bait, and you had been since the beginning of the case. 

Stuck in a cage, you had time to sort out your feelings, admit them to yourself and accept that you would never be able to share them with the one person you loved. Yet here he was, ruining everything, telling you he loved you as you were about to die without telling him you had felt the same ever since you first saw him. 

When you heard a gunshot and a scream, you were sure you were dead. Or wounded at least. But there was nothing, until you felt a hand under your head. 

 ‘Open your eyes, Y/N. Dammit, open your eyes.’ 

 And so you did, fluttering your eyes open, waiting for the tears to fade away to see Emily’s gentle, worried smile. You tried to move, tried to get up, but you were still tied up and you knew she was working on that. But you couldn’t think about anything else, anyone else other than the person you were thinking about for years. 

 ‘Spencer...’ 

‘He’s fine. Don’t worry, we got you.’ 

You whined, trying to get up again. This time, your feet were free and you stumbled up on your feet, fighting against the tape holding your hands together. As Emily took it off, you looked around and let out a sob when you saw the blood where Spencer had been sitting, but you quickly looked away and your eyes fell on him. This time, you cried. You ran up to him as he was sitting on the floor, Morgan next to him with a medic. But you couldn’t care less. You rushed by his side, wiping away your tears, and kneeled by his side. He looked up at you and you saw worry, relief, fear and shame in his eyes. You bit your lip, searching in his eyes, before leaning in and quickly kissing him, before moving away. 

 ‘Say it again.’ 

 ‘I love you, Y/N’ 

[sslytheringhufflepufff]

The Burrow (Fred Weasley x Plus Size reader )

Okay so this one has to be one of my Favorite story that I have written, might do a smutty part two if you guys want. Warning: Self deprecation, shaming, Fluff 

And remember Boys,Girls and Non-Bionary, a person does not Define your worth, you do, you are worth it. 2.1k words

You walked down the halls, tears streaming down your face, you just left class with professor Lupin, you practiced Boggart, a spell used to see your worst fear, yours being Fred Weasley, someone who you’ve had a crush since the second year, rejecting you because of your body appearance. You’ve always suffered being accepted, your family didn’t love you because you didn’t fit in on their standard “Tall, Pretty, Skinny and Slytherin” you said in a whisper as you saw your sister pass you by not giving you a look, you weren't anything like them you were short, chubby and a Hufflepuff. You walked wiping your tears away bumping into someone “Oi watch whe- y/n? Are you okay?” you looked up and saw George, you weren't close with the twins but they knew you because you were close friends with Ron and Ginny “Hey love, are you okay?” said Fred coming from behind of George “Ye-yeah I just got out of Lupins class and we were trying Boggart and well yeah you know.” you laughed lightly and the boys came around you “C’mere” said Fred as they both hugged you “It's going to be okay, whatever happened in there is not going to happen outside, don’t worry” “The good old twin sandwich” you said as you giggled “The best for the best” Fred said smiling at you making you blush “Thanks guys” you said as they let go “I'll see you guys around” waving at them goodbye as you walked back to your common room.  

A couple of days has passed since Lupin’s lesson and you were walking to the courtyard with your friends when your sister and her friends interrupted the walk “Hey y/n, I just wanted to tell you that Mom and Dad don’t want you to come home, they said that you'll ruin the family pictures with your ugly and fat face” she said laughing then walking away. You felt tears well up but felt someone grab your hand “You can come stay with us, you're beautiful and I know mom would love to have you at home and in this year's family picture” Ginny said smiling “I don’t want to ruin things Gin, I'll just stay here” you told her “Y/n, you're my best friend, you won't ruin anything, besides Ron is taking Harry and Hermione, I doubt mom would mind if I take you” “She's right” said Ron smiling at you too, you smiled and nodded taking their hands and walking to the library.

The day to leave to the Burrow arrived and you were nervous, not only you were going there for the first time and spend your entire winter break there, you were going to be in the same house with Fred Weasley, and you were a nervous wreck “Y/n” ginny said shaking you bringing you back to reality “What's wrong?” she said studying your face “I'm just nervous” “Why, because you have a crush on one of my brothers?” she said you just looked at her with wide eyes “I'm just joking, y/n, unless you do?” you just laughed and looked away blushing “Oh my Merlin, you do!” she squealed “Tell me, who is it” she said grabbing your hand “Who's what?”  someone said you shot a look up the twins standing in front of you both “Nothing” you said quickly while standing up, ginny just smiled wider “I'm going to wait for you guys outside” you said basically running outside letting out a breath “It's one of the twins huh”  Ginny said making her way to you “Merlin, you scared me” “Which one is it?” she said smiling at you “Ginny, stop please, it doesn’t matter which one it is, he’ll never like me back” you said looking down, Ginny was about to say something when suddenly all the Weasleys appeared “Ready to go?” you heard the twins say and you shot them a smile nodding grabbing Ginny's hand in one and Freds in the other one as you felt a slight blush creep as you looked at the hands his was larger than yours but yours fit perfectly with his, a small smile made its way across you face, the Ginny squeezed your hands causing you to look at her and a smirk played on her face “Now I know” she said as you all disappeared from where you were and got to the Burrow. Ginny let go of you but you still felt Fred holding your hand “Fred, you can let go” you said looking at him “S-sorry” he said blushing lightly “It's okay” you said walking towards your friends smiling as Ginny looked at you smirking raising an eyebrow “Stop Ginny, he was just embarrassed because he was holding my hand, nothing more” you said standing in between her and Ron “My Children” Molly said walking towards you guys and started hugging her boys heading down to hug Harry, Hermione and Ron then getting to Ginny “My perfect Girl” she said hugging her “and who might you be” she said getting to you smiling, she had a warm motherly feel to her and you loved her already “Hi” you said taking out your hand “Darling, we hug here so get used to it” she said taking you in to a hug “Mom, this is Y/n!” Ginny said “Oh y/n, I've heard much about you! I'm so glad you made it, Love” you smiled at her and started walking beside Ginny “Your mom is a sweetie” you said “She's the best” she said looking at her mom.  

Walking into the Burrow you looked around “Woah, this is amazing” “This is Home” Ron said smiling “I love it” you said walking around then stopping at the Family photos looking at them, last year's photo had Hermione and Harry “This year's going to have you in it” you heard Fred say behind you causing you to jump “Ye-yeah” you said looking at the ground “I'm going to head upstairs to unpack “ you said smiling at him and walking away “You know she likes you” George said to Fred “Na I doubt it Georgie” causing George to scoff “Oi you're oblivious”  he said walking away leaving Fred thinking. Fred made his way upstairs passing by your room and overheard you talking to Ginny “Ginny, I should leave” “Why?” “I feel I shouldn't be here” “Did one of my brothers do something?” “No, your brothers are lovely” “Specially Fred, huh” “Shut up, someone might hear you” you said causing Fred to let out a chuckle “Come on y/n, I know you like him” “Okay maybe I do, but Ginny it doesn’t matter, I'm not pretty and I'm fat, I mean why would he even like me, I know I'm not even his type, he must like someone tall and skinny like my sister, not me” you said choking a little causing Freds heart to break a little bit “Honey, you don’t know what Fred’s type is, heck I don’t know either, Freds never brought a girl home so you don’t know if you’re his type, besides you're beautiful and he would be an Idiot to not notice it”  Fred nodded at her words even though no one could see him “Come on lets go downstairs with the others and drink some hot chocolate” Fred panicked and ran into Ron’s room which was in front of Ginny's room “Bloody Hell” he said closing the door “Fred, are you okay?” Ron asked him “Uh yeah I just uh” “You were eavesdropping, weren't you?” Ron said looking at him “Shut up” Fred shushed him “Maybe I was” “On who” “Y/n and Ginny, they were talking about me” “Oh yeah y/n, likes you” “Wait am I the only one who didn’t know” “I have no idea but it's really obvious, she's always acting shy around you and at first I thought it was because she didn’t know you well but she's been my best friend since first year so I just figured it was because she likes you, besides she only acts that way with you, with George she's normal” Ron said looking at Fred while he stared at him in disbelief “Ron’s right” Harry said “I heard her talking with Ginny before we left” “What do I do?” Fred asked the boys “Well do you like her back” “I mean yeah, why wouldn’t I? She's incredibly nice and Pretty, she's funny, and damn she has big thighs that I could just ea-” “Okay stop please” Ron said looking at Fred “Tell her mate” “I will, but when we’re alone” “We can make that happen” Harry said smiling at Fred “Great, ill head out downstairs” he said heading out the door and going down the stairs.

You and Ginny sat on the couch drinking the Hot chocolate that Molly made you “This tastes great Molly, thank you” you said giving her a smile “OfCourse sweetie, if you want anything else let me know” she said giving you a smile and going into the kitchen “So when are you telling Fred?” Ginny said turning towards you “Never?” you said looking at her “What no, you have to tell him, who knows maybe you’ll end up becoming my sister-in-law" Ginny said excited “Ginny, please” you said giggling standing up “I already told you, he won't like me back”  “Who won't” you jumped as George made his way into the room “Bloody hell you scared me” you said placing your hand on your chest “Fred” Ginny said smirking at you “Ginny!” you screamed at her as your face turned red “Oi calm down y/n, I won't say anything besides I already knew” he said sitting down “What” you grew nervous “Yeah it's obvious” you felt yourself start shaking “I have to get out of here” you said turning you heels and heading out the door  “Wait, Y/n” suddenly you bumped into Fred “Oi calm down where are you going?”  he said with a concern look on your face, you didn’t say anything and pushed him away opening the door and running out. “what happened” Fred asked looking at his sister “I have no idea; we were just talking and she ran out” “What were you talking about?” Ginny looked over at George “What?” Fred asked again “Mate, we were talking about you” George said “Me?” “Yes you, she has a huge crush on you and thinks that you won't like her back” Ginny said “Who told her I wouldn’t?” Fred said and Ginny smiled “Thats what I said but she didn’t believe me, she told me that the Boggart she saw was you basically rejecting her” “I would never do that” Fred scoffed “Well, she's had a bad life full of rejection from people she loves, maybe she felt that it would be the same with you” Ginny said looking at him “I'm going to see where she went” with that Fred turned around and headed out the door.

You sat down trying to catch your breath “Breath y/n breath” you said to yourself looking up at the sky “Bloody Hell” you ran your hands through your hair “Hey, are you okay?” you heard someone say getting closer to you causing you to freeze up “Yes” you said in nervous tone “You don’t seem alright” said Fred as he stood in front of you looking at you “I-I'm okay” you said standing up “Are you sure?” he said placing a hand on your cheek “Fred” “What's wrong?” he said watching the change on your face and suddenly you broke down crying “D-do you remember the day I ran into you guys after I got out of the Boggart lesson” “Yes” he said “W- well, the thing I saw in the Boggart was you Fred” you said breaking down a sob as Freds face changed “Hey it's okay” he said shushing you “I saw you Fred, and I understand if you  feel that way, but it was you, telling me I'm not worthy of love and telling me that because of my appearance no one will love me” you sobbed harder “Hey, hey that’s not going to happen” “Fred, I Like you, a lot” you said looking at him “And I understand if you don’t feel the same way I mean, I'm not pretty or ski-” “Hey look at me” he said placing his hands on your cheeks wiping your tears away “ I Like you too, I like how sweet you are, I like how you want to help everyone, you’re amazing and beautiful” “But I'm not thin” “Well Y/n, I don’t care, because I like you for you, and besides I have a thing for chubby girls” “Fred” “Can I kiss you?” you nodded slowly as he got closer placing a soft kiss on your lips, you kissed him back, separating from the kiss Fred placed his forehead on yours “I'm glad you came” “Me too” you said hugging him tight, he gave you a kiss on the top of your head and grabbed your hand walking back to the Burrow.

[kujox]

Hello~ So i saw that you take request for jjba,

and i wanted to ask for a small bucci gang x reader (together not seperate) oneshot where their teammate reader gets turned into a child, and as a child their were super hyper and always laughing just a happy go lucky type of kid you now? And now as an young adult their just monotone, emotionless, kinda stuck and a bit mean up and they ask themself what happened that their teammate went from such a sunshine to such a boomer pretty much.

Im sorry if my english is bad and if its too specific.

Thank you for your time♡♡

THIS IS THE GREATEST IDEA I HAVE EVER SEEN!! You have a huge imagination, anon!

{~Ray of Sunshine~}

Bucci-gang x Child!reader!

You were fighting a very strong stand user named Alessi. You’ve never seen this guy before and nobody was really around to assist you. The user was fairly strong but you felt that you were even stronger. Spoiler alert, you weren’t. You had became extremely tired and slipped up as soon as Alessi hit another attack! “I’ve got you where I want you!” He was about to kill you right then and there but he heard loud footsteps and ran off.

“Y/N!” “Y/N”

Those voices sounded familiar to you but you were so young and losing your memory very quickly. You stepped from out of your now..overgrown clothes? Wait—why are you naked?! Where is your mom?! “Woah! Y/N!” Your closest friend Narancia exclaimed. “Wait—are you Y/N? Why are you so small??” He began laughing. Abbachio pushed Narancia aside and had gotten a good look at you. You had tears swelling up in your eyes. “That’s not Y/N.” He said. “They’d never cry.” Abbachio was about to leave you in the street until Bruno stopped him. “That IS Y/N!” He said. “Look at their H/C! And their E/C.” “That’s definitely them.” You had begun crying. Why were there tall men surrounding you? Were they gonna hurt you?! Your little child brains couldn’t handle this.

Bruno’s motherly instincts kicked in and he immediately swooped you up into his arms. “We will get you some new clothes!—that’ll fit you.” He smiled gently, claiming you down. “Abbachio! Please grab Y/N’s usual clothes. We’ll be taking them with us. Abba rolled his eyes. You were always getting into trouble! Narancia cheered. “Oh my god! Let’s get Y/N the most embarrassing kid outfit!” He began cackling. Bruno shushed him. “They wouldn’t like that! Besides—instead of Fugo hurting you, soon it’ll be Y/N if you keep laughing!”

Bruno had took you clothes shopping while Abbachio dragged Narancia home for misbehaving. “Do you like this outfit, darling?” You looked at yourself in the shop mirror. Your outfit had bright colors and shiny sparkes. You adored it. “I love it, Mr. Bruno!” You jumped up and down, excited to show the world your new look. Bruno purchased your outfit and took you back to your home base. As soon as you entered the door..everyone was staring at you! You weren’t a shy child, so you gave your biggest smile and waved. “Hii!!” You sounded so cute! Mista jumped up and nearly snatched you from Bruno!

“Give them here!!” Mista whined. “I wanna hold them now!” “Tsk tsk.” Trish sighed, filing her nails. “You know—Y/N isn’t as usually happy as they are now..” Fugo had chimed in. “You are correct. They’re usually monotone and very quiet..” Abbachio nodded in agreement. “Gee—I wonder what happened.” Narancia rubbed his head. The day was amazing with your new(?) friends! They fed you snacks, sung and danced with you, you even got to meet Giorno while he was off duty!

“Who is this little one within the base?” He asked. “That’s Y/N!” Narancia said. “...Y/N?!” He said, pulling your squishy cheeks. “No way—she isn’t as a ray of sunshine like they are now.” As soon as Giorno said that, you became your normal self again. The boys quickly darted their eyes into the other direction and Trish helped you change clothes as fast as possible. “...Are you okay, Y/N?” Mista shakily said.

“...I’m fine.” Those probably were the only two words you’d be saying for the night.

“I apologize for giving you all trouble—but I am going to bed now.”

“But—you haven’t had dinn-“ You held your hand up, making Bruno pause. “Thank you, but I’ll be leaving.”

As you left, your teammates were even more curious as to why you were the way that you were. It’ll be leaving them stumped for a while—only because you refused to tell them your personal life.

This was way too fun to write! I’m sorry if it didn’t meet your requirements. I’d be happy to hear more of your requests!

[mutants-and-soldiers]

The Proposition (Ch. 1)

summary || You've been thinking about Steve's proposal a lot. Part of you wants to decline but a bigger part of you wants what he's offering.

pairing || alpha!Steve x omega!Reader (Past alpha!Bucky x omega!Reader)

word count || 3,706

warnings || A/B/O, eventual smut, therapy talks, kink negotiation, lots of dialogue — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || I can't get this story out of my head, really! First chapter is all about setting up the smut so I apologize but I believe in talking things out. Thank you to everyone who commented on the first part of the series! I'm going to try and be better about answering comments from here on out! Keep the comments coming, I love hearing from you guys so much!

You can also read it on Ao3. Do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost any of my work, even if you credit me. I always welcome comments and reblogs!

Sequel to Helping Hands: One Two Three Four Five

Divider courtesy of the talented @firefly-graphics

After so many years of going to see Dr. Beta, you were used to the routine when you stepped through the doors. It was late in their work day so you were the only person in the office other than Valarie, the receptionist, who gave you a kind smile. “Good afternoon,” she said, typing something onto her computer. “Dr. Beta’s just about ready.”

“Thanks, Valarie,” you say, setting your bag down to take off your suit.

It had been weird the first time Dr. Beta had demanded you not wear the suit during your sessions. You protested but in the end, she won out. There were a lot of reasons for choosing a female-only office but this was the biggest one. They accommodate you so much just to make you feel welcome and safe in your own skin. It was one of the few places that you could take the suit off and feel comfortable.

The suit was just being zipped up into your bag when the door to the doctor’s office opened. Dr. Beta was a matronly middle aged woman with plenty of laugh lines and crow's feet from years of laughter and joy. She was a kind beta who had done wonders for your mental health and self esteem. Without her, you probably wouldn’t have gone through with the job proposal.

She called your name with a gentle smile, “You ready?”

“Yep,” you smiled, walking over to step into the room. The blinds were closed tight but there were several lamps around the space that allowed a soft light to keep it illuminated. The wooden diffuser was pumping out the soothing smell of lemon and sandalwood. Dr. Beta had always said the lemon helped cut the potency of your powers but you weren’t sure if that was true or if it was something she said to make you feel better.

The two of you settled into your usual spots before the doctor asks, “Anything new since we last saw each other?”

It had been a month since your last session. The milestone of going monthly instead of bi-monthly had been huge for you. There was a time that you saw her weekly, which was when you were at your lowest. You were glad to be where you were.

“Where do I even start?” you laugh, leaning casually back on the leather couch. The cold material felt nice on the bare skin that peeked out from your denim shorts and athletic tank top. “I’ve been meeting regularly with three guys to run with them every Tuesday and Thursday. We also go out for drinks and the game on Sunday.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic!” she gushed, genuinely excited for you. She even sat her clipboard and pen down to lean forward with her elbows on her knees. It was something she only did when you made some kind of...positive choice in your life. The way it made your chest swell with self pride was silly and kind of childish but the woman had always been extra motherly to you. “Clients?”

“One of them was,” you nod, trying to keep the flush of excitement from making you seem too eager. “They’re really nice guys and they invited me to start sparring with them next week after our runs.”

A gentle look crossed the doctor’s face that had you melting. It was a look that she gave when she was proud and the way your name came out of her mouth spoke volumes. “I’m so proud of you,” she said aloud even though you knew it by her body language. “It’s been a long time since you took time for yourself in your personal life. Are they on your level of martial arts?”

“Better!” you said, excited to have a good challenge.

“Better than you?” she laughed, sounding incredulous. “I’d have to see that to believe it!” You join her for the laugh. “Anything else?”

Your mind flutters to a certain blond and his proposition but decide to keep that to yourself for now. It wasn’t good for you to hide secrets from Dr. Beta and you usually didn’t, however, she would definitely encourage you to take him up on the offer. You didn’t think you were ready to come up with reasons (lies) for why you couldn’t do that yet.

“Not really.”

She nods, grabbing her clipboard to flip the paper. “Dr. Noland said you were going to get your heat early this time around. She said you mentioned you might know why?”

Damn it. You forgot how much the two doctors communicated between each other about your health. It was the program you were in and, while amazingly helpful, could be very annoying at times. Case in point, now you need to make a choice on whether to point blank lie to Dr. Beta or just tell the truth. Lying by omission was much more your style.

“Yeah,” you sigh, resigning yourself to the conversation. “The last client I helped had...intense pheromones. I think it may have kicked me into my heat cycle early.”

The doctor’s hazel eyes widened in shock, “Even with the suppressant you took?”

Nodding, you look away for a second. “The client was a super soldier,” you admit, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

Understanding blossomed on her face when she made a guess as to who you were talking about. “Well, that might do it, for sure,” she nodded, making a note. “Still, I’m going to have Dr. Noland change your suppressant just in case it’s not working.”

She stood up, going over to the cabinet behind her desk. She took out a large bottle, tossing it to you, that had heat vitamins in them. Another bottle was thrown your way full of pills specifically for healthy slick production. The last thing she came over with were a few vouchers for omega-centric energy drinks and heat-snacks.

“I know you hate this question but I am legally required to ask,” she chuckles. “Do you have someone you trust to help you through your heat?”

You hesitate. “No.”

Her head snaps up, hazel eyes pinning you to the spot. “You hesitated. You never hesitate,” she points out with far too much excitement. She sets the clipboard down, doing the lean again. “Do you have someone in mind?”

Well, the cat was out of the bag and now you couldn’t lie because she would never believe you now. “I was...propositioned,” you admit, feeling stupidly relieved that you had been honest with her. She had conditioned you so fucking well to feel better when you told the truth as opposed to lying. It had been a ‘bad coping mechanism’ you created during your childhood to gain some control of your otherwise uncontrollable life.

“By one of your new friends?” she asked, already getting the gist of the conversation. “Was it your client?”

“No, not my client but his...best friend,” you whisper, feeling a little embarrassed that you were having this conversation.

Dr. Beta is quiet for a moment, contemplating how to ask the question. “What’s the big deal then? Why not take him up on the offer?”

You cringe. “There are…a lot of reasons but I’m sure you’re going to make them seem like they’re not problems but things I’ve blown up in my mind.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You know your feelings and worries are valid! I just help you see things in a more logical light. I think you should really talk this through with him but...would you like to practice with me?”

You bite your lower lip but give a heavy sigh when you realize there’s still nearly forty minutes left of your time with her. “Fine. It can’t hurt.”

You sat in the booth twitching with your napkin. You and the owner were good friends from back in your academy days so he allowed you to pay a certain amount for the whole rooftop terrace. It meant you could enjoy a meal with someone without having to wear your suit. You also got the same female server every time who knew your situation and didn’t care.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” you heard a familiar voice say to your left.

Not really sure why, you stood up when he approached. He was wearing a thin blue zip-up jacket over a blue and white plaid button up shirt that was unbuttoned enough for you to see the white t-shirt he had under it. His jeans were dark and fit far too well around his massive thighs. A plain blue ball cap sat on his head and some fake glasses to help hide his identity. The smile he gave you was enough to make your preheat brain purr.

It took you by surprise when his big arms wrapped you up in a hug that smothered you in his masculine scent. Your hands touched his back, hugging him hesitantly. The squeeze lasted a little longer than you expected, just enough for your head to be perfectly swimming in his pheromones.

You pulled away when he did, allowing him to sit at the far side of the table, facing towards the rest of the area. He had insisted that you come without your suit so it was the least you could do to keep the waitress from noticing his erection.

“It’s okay, I ordered some water for us,” you smile, genuinely happy to see him. It wasn’t often that you saw any of the three men individually. They usually hung out in a pack and you were happy to know that you fit into the group pretty well. “Get whatever you want, Steve. It’s my treat.”

He gave you a look. “I would prefer it if you let me pay.”

Your heart gave a hard thump in your chest. There was something about the way he said it that was just short of a command. You look into his blue eyes, trying to gauge his intent before setting down the menu. “Is this some old-fashioned pride I see leaking through?” you tease, giving him a mischievous grin.

“No, I just figure it was only right that I buy you lunch before helping you with your heat,” he said so casually it made your face heat.

“What makes you think I’m going to agree?!” you laugh loudly.

There is a knowing glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. “Isn’t that why we’re here? Alone?” he questioned easily, looking up just as Julia came to the table.

“Welcome back,” she greets you, setting two empty glasses and a pitcher of water down on the table. “My name’s Julia.”

“Nice to meet you Julia,” Steve responded with a neutral smile. It caught you a little off guard because it...definitely wasn’t the smile he gave you. Was it just part of his disguise?

You both ordered a beer and your entrees. It wasn’t until Julia walked away that you focused back on the alpha across from you. He was already looking at you with an intense expression. You feel like he’s basically prying into your soul.

“I...spoke with my therapist yesterday and…” you start, finding it very hard to talk about this kind of thing. It was so easy to soothe your clients but so hard to give yourself a break. “She...convinced me to talk with you about my...worries.”

His expression softens a bit. “I’m willing to work with you,” he soothes, reaching out to take your hand. His fingers curled around yours, warm and solid. “Tell me everything.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m not afraid of hurting you,” you blurt out. “You can take me even on your worst day. I’m...embarrassed to count myself among the small population of omegas that go...feral during their heat. I...fight my partner. Dr. Beta says it's because of the trauma I experienced. Trauma doesn't just disappear during heat...it gets worse. I’m just not the usual kind of docile omega that society seems to exemplify.”

He looks up to alert you that Julia was returning with your drinks. He didn’t speak until she was back inside the building. “Truthfully, I’m actually more intrigued than put off by the notion,” he finally said after taking a sip of his beer. “Do you fight the whole time or just in the beginning?”

It wasn’t a line of questioning that you expected so you gaped at him like a fish out of water for a few seconds before finding your words. “I don’t...know,” you admit sheepishly, sipping your hard cider. “I’ve only been with one alpha during my heat and he had to go to the hospital a few hours into it.”

Something dark and tempting flashed through the blond’s eyes. “How do you feel about restraints?”

Your core throbbed at the simple question. It probably showed on your face because his smile started to widen in understanding. “Yes, that’s fine,” you breathe, trying not to think too hard about the implications.

“Would you prefer to do this at your house or in my suite?” he asked as if you had already agreed to the whole thing.

Your mind screamed at you to say decline. It was dangerous and there were so many things that could go wrong. Your omega brain though had already bought into the whole thing. You wanted this big, powerful alpha to hold you down and take you in the most forceful of ways. You wanted him to restrain you to your nest and have his way with you until the heat fog cleared.

“Wait, wait,” you say, trying to finish your thoughts before deciding anything. “I’m serious when I say I’m insatiable. I don’t have any refractory period between one wave and the next.”

Julia opens the door, alerting you both that she was coming out with food. You both wait until everything is set and she walks away before continuing. The food smells delicious so you grab the burger and bite into it. You always craved red meat before your heat so when the flavors burst across your taste buds, you hum in appreciation.

Steve took a few bites of his own meal before responding. “The super soldier serum makes it so I don’t have any refractory period,” he shrugs casually with a smile. “I’ve never met someone who could keep up with me so...I’m interested to see if you can. Any other worries?”

Heat blossoms across your cheek and in your chest. “I don’t want our friendship to be jeopardized,” you finally admit after finishing half of your burger. You grab some of the fries and eat them while thinking.

“Did helping Bucky keep you from being friends with him?”

“No, of course not,” you sigh, running out of excuses. Dr. Beta had been right, talking with him had definitely made you a little more comfortable with the idea. “Fine, okay, I accept your offer.”

“My place or yours?” he asks with a genuine smile.

You mull over the question for a bit before shrugging. “I have all of my nesting supplies at my house so we can do it at mine,” you chuckle, feeling a little nervous but excited too.

He nods. “Do I need to bring any supplies? Snacks or drinks?”

The two of you continue talking about the logistics of your heat while you finish the food. It makes you feel a lot better knowing you wouldn’t have to go through with it alone. You had already taken the initiative to send a message to all of your clients to let them know you would be out for your heat. You even went ahead and took an extra week just for yourself.

After you pay and you have your layers back on, the two of you stand outside the doors to the restaurant. You don’t want to leave him, truthfully. He smelt so good and you were so close to your heat that it was hard to separate from him. “Thanks for talking with me,” you smile despite the bonnet covering everything but your eyes. “I’ll give you a text when I’m ready.”

“Of course, thanks for lunch,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead through the layers. “Here, take this for your nest.”

He shucked his jacket and offered it. Your hand reaches out to take it slowly. “Thanks but this might just push me into it faster,” you laugh brightly, holding the large jacket close to your chest. You could smell the scent of him even through all of your layers. It made your head foggy.

“That’s the idea,” he smirked, turning towards the tower with a wave. “Just let me know when you want me to come over.”

You watch him walk away, eyes lingering on the way his biceps stretched the fabric of his shirt and down until you stared at his toned ass in those jeans. It was obvious how close you were to your heat when sweat started to form along your temples and slick started to dampen your panties.

Once you got back home, you arranged your snacks and vitamins on the counter so they were easy for Steve to find. He might need to feed you for the first few waves because you weren’t sure if you’d be coherent or not. Then you went into your extra bedroom that you used for your heats and started getting it ready.

You pulled out all of your slick-resistant pillows, cushions and blankets from the closet to make a nest on your king sized bed. It was a nice four post bed that had your mind in dark places. All you could think about was being restrained with cuffs around one of those posts while Steve fucked into you.

It didn’t take long before you needed a pad for all of the fucking slick that was making everything so annoying. The nest took a lot longer that you would like to admit because it just didn’t seem...right. You’d never had this kind of issue before but your omega brain wanted Steve to be comfortable and happy too.

Looking back at the closet, you debated on whether or not you wanted to pull out the box of toys. You weren’t sure if Steve would want them or need them or…

“Fuck it,” you mutter, grabbing your phone to send the alpha a quick text. Toys or no toys?

You were adding his jacket to your nest when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Instead of the one or two word answer that you expected, it was...something else.

Definitely toys. I’ll enjoy teasing you until you’re begging for my knot.

Fuckin’ hell! Was this the same blond with the surprisingly boyish face that you had met during lunch today? The same guy that Sam teased about being an old virgin?

You didn’t think the pad was going to hold up to all of the slick that gush from you at the text. How does one respond to a text like that? You grabbed out the delicate pink box out of the closet, wincing at the color because it was the only color that the shop had to store your toys. Omegas were feminine right?! They liked pink, right?!

Laughing at yourself, you set the box on the little table in the room. You opened the lid and set it to the side so you could look at your assortment of toys. It was a collection you started when your first heat hit you at sixteen. You had been a late bloomer because of your constant martial arts training, which stilted your omega hormones.

It had all the necessities and even some extras. You had your typical knot dildo, a vibrator, a clit vibe, a few different types of condoms for when you weren’t in your heat, a bottle of lube that encouraged slick production, a bottle of regular lube, and a few different sized anal plugs. The last few were just because you enjoyed the feeling of being full when having sex.

Quickly you took a picture of the box and sent it to Steve as a reply. It was the best you could come up with. You had never really been good at those kinds of things. Well, you’d never had someone try and sext you.

Happy that everything was prepared, you cuddled under your fuzzy blanket in your nest. Comfort flooded through you as you nuzzled into the man’s jacket, deeply taking in his scent. It was nice and musky and made you feel warm and safe.

The phone buzzed. You’re okay with anal during your heat?

Your pheromone idled brain made you giggle, “Consent is important,” before you could text him back. Yes, I like being stuffed full.

It didn’t even register how inappropriate the text sounded before you hit send. You were obviously a lot further along than you had previously thought. The subtle throb of your core was starting to get worse but you weren’t too far gone to see his last text.

Good to know. Get some rest. Need me to come out and check on you before dark?

You groaned as a cramp hit your pelvis, slick becoming an issue. It simultaneously hurt and felt good. You were so distracted that you couldn’t answer the text message. Everything was suddenly too hot so you threw off your clothing, slipping your hand down to brush against your clit. It was already so sensitive it hurt but you needed relief.

It wasn’t enough and you knew that it would be futile to try and get yourself off with just your fingers but your brain wasn’t working. You groaned helplessly as the lackluster orgasm washed over you. It wasn’t enough, so frustratingly not enough. Sweat dripped down your cheek from your hairline making you kick off the blanket so you could turn over.

You didn’t care how it looked with your ass up because the scent of Steve on the jacket helped clear your head a little. It made your core throb but it also helped you become coherent. Enough so that you grabbed the phone and typed in a one word response that only said:

Now.

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1. Kelly Sikkema

2. Vulkan Olmez

3. Toa Heftiba

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Happy Pride Month, fellow gays! Here are some Brühl characters LGBTQ+ headcanons

Warning: nsfw mentions, internalized biphobia, a little sad at the Niki part but picks up, brief mention of binding that’s likely unsafe,

Note: Yes, all of this is me projecting. Let’s go

Helmut Zemo (he/they)

-Had affairs with women and men before meeting the first love of his life, his wife.

-His sexuality is not really something that haunts him or that he represses. If asked, he’ll mention it, if not, he doesn’t see a reason to, but he’s not embarrassed at all.

-After the destruction of Sokovia, the trauma he went through, and considering his power and influence, he doesn’t really see a point in wasting his mental energy keeping such a secret.

-“Sokovians are not… so picky in their choice of lovers. I believe men must not limit their wide scope of available experiences and betray or shy away from their desires only to conform to what is wrongfully deemed ‘natural’, particularly in your puritan american lense. We are too used to seeing polar opposites in the attraction models of western societies. I merely find beauty in the amalgamation of both sides. Now, please, hand me that cup of tea.”

-Most people either assume it or don’t know it, he’s never been one to boast about his former encounters (of any gender)

-They’re a ”I fall in love with a mind, not a gender” type of bisexual

Niki Lauda (he/him)

-He always felt that there was something different about him, but he just thought he was a weird person. A serious person.

-He probably didn’t even realize he liked men until he met a man he hated so much, he wanted to fuck him.

-Even then, he rationalized it as a need to be “the stronger male”, whatever that meant.

-When he finally came to terms with it, though, he didn’t sweat it as much as he thought he would. He just needed to keep it a secret.

-Yes, he didn’t usually care about what people thought of him, however, it was the 70s and he was a racecar driver. He was sure it would affect his career.

-“In your job they respect you but I go out there and have to prove that I am a man. My career, my life, my fame, I have them because I am man enough  to do everything I do... you hear? If I go out there, and it is known, what will they think of my rivalry with Hunt? I cannot do it. Not now. Nicht jetzt”

-Explores his bisexuality mostly through sex, because of a fear of falling in love with a man (internalized biphobia)

-After his crash and after James dies, he thinks he’s wasted his life hiding such a big part of himself. That’s one of his few regrets.

-”Even if they had wanted me dead, I should have said it”

-After his divorce, he meets a man and they start writing letters to each other. Sure, he’s old, but “why not? i’ll give it a shot”

-”This is too gay, even for me” type of bisexual

Alex Kerner (they/he)

-The reason they’re so good lying to their mother, is because they spent the first years of their life doing so. But, when they became a teenager, they couldn’t really hide it anymore, so they told Ariane first.

-When he came out to his mom she didn’t really understand but, out of respect, started calling him by his chosen name, Alex, and referring to them as “Mein Kind” (my child).

-When she really got it was when she found him binding. After explaining what they were doing, she simply asked “Does it hurt?” “Ja” “And you still do it?” “Ja” “Oh, my son”. She held Alex, as both teared up. That was the first time she called them her son, and the first time she saw them as one. In between her motherly top of the head kisses and hugs and tears, she kept saying “Mein Alex, mein lieber Sohn.” (My Alex, my dear son).

-”Ariane, bring me my scissors, we’re giving Alex a haircut” It was a disaster, his mother had cropped out a picture as a reference. Not out of a fashion magazine, or something that wasn’t 20 years out of date, but a soviet poster depicting a man holding a book while leading the workers. She got a hold of the scissors and started cutting. Ariane teased him for days, but he was happy. He was finally happy.

-”3 monster energys in a row” type of transmasc

Andrea (they/them)

-they/them are their primary pronouns because they think it would be hard to keep track, due to their gender fluidity

-they love music because when they play, the world goes away and they get lost in the sound as it becomes their new body. a body with no bounds or signifiers, just an ethereal representation of melodious beauty.

-the water is important to them because it is... fuid. It changes, it flows, it goes in many different directions. 

-”the inherent eroticism of the sea” type of non-binary

-They don’t see who they are as a bad thing, nor keep it a secret. They’re too joyful about the world. which, of course, includes themself. They don’t have the language to explain who they are, but they know. They know, and they celebrate themself. They have pride.