#gn 8)

[starvail]

you just lost the game

narumi gen / gn!spouse!reader

synopsis : he’s made a recent discovery that for some reason, when you're the one doing his gacha pulls, his account wins the 50/50, so of course he's gonna abuse your luck for all it's worth.

content : only crack, gender neutral reader, reader works in jakdf, jenshin = genshin btw, narumi should have his own warning, narumi and reader are married (to the chagrin of the defence force), brief mentions of gambling, brief mentions of divorce.

words : 1k

a/n : sorry if you expected longer lol, think of this as a lil warm up before we really get into this series. also apologies for the one day delay, i came home from a surprise bottomless brunch and ahahaha...... i think we all can imagine how that ended up....

part one of 'a cheers to our youth'

It’s not until the time reaches two-thirty in the afternoon do you think to yourself that maybe it will be another peaceful day in Japan.

That is until rapid thumping of footsteps can be heard making their way to the Operations Room before someone slams both of the doors open, almost hitting a few operators that were unfortunate enough to be going on their break.

It was Captain Narumi Gen of the First Division in all his... very sweaty glory.

Hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, he’s frantic in the way that he repeatedly yells for your name and demands where you are.

Something in the pit of your stomach is telling you that something is wrong. But for some reason, it’s not the familiarity of dread that twists your insides with foreboding.

Something is definitely up.

You make your presence known and stand in front of him, hands in your lab coat pockets as you watch Narumi gasp for air, his back hunched over and hands on knees. You look down at him with a side eye, there is no way that one of the top protectors of Japan is out of breath running from where you assume is his 'claimed room' in HQ to Operations.

He grabs your shoulders with the kind of desperation that makes something crawl up your spine. "Thank God you're here!"

Okay, maybe this idiot is actually being serious for once.

"Is there an emergency meeting that we need to attend?” You shift his weight so that he has his right arm slung around the back of your neck.

You're rubbing soothing circles up and down his spine and he shakes his head for a no. By now, the entire room is listening in on the conversation.

“A kaiju attack that our sensors haven't picked up? Infiltration of the base? What's the damage? C'mon, work with me here, Stupid."

"Even worse..."

Narumi finally lifts his head up to look at you, red eyes peaking through his black and silver bangs. Anticipation rises and someone in the room gulps loudly.

You hope that the General Commander has sent out a few platoons already to assess the problem.

Has a kaiju alarm been sent out already? Are the civilians going to be okay? Why is this dumbass not changing into his-

"This limited character in Jenshin is leaving in five minutes, I need you to do my pulls for me!"

Narumi pulls his phone out of his pocket and shoves it right in your face.

"...What?"

You smack his arm away so that you don't go cross-eyed and you can only stare at the screen in disbelief.

He flicks some of his hair back. "Y'see, thanks to my spectacular observation skills and analytic abilities..."

As per usual, you drown him out.

There is no way that this guy is being genuine right now.

There is no way he barged in here just to gamble, on company time, no less.

"...coincides with the times that you do my pulls..."

You look away from the screen to observe him.

Narumi is animatedly flapping his free arm around like those inflatable tube men outside car dealerships, while the other keeps the phone steady.

"...not a coincidence, therefore you, my dearest..."

You look back at the phone.

The game character is staring at you, hauntingly.

He's being dead serious.

"...extremely lucky!"

Your eye twitches and you grit your teeth. 'This guy sure does love listening to the sound of his own voice...'

Next thing you know, his phone finds its way to the palms of your hands, and him ushering for you to start.

Still too flabbergasted, too appalled, too dismayed to even comprehend what you were doing, your finger mindlessly presses a button that says '10x Draws', and a golden glow flashbangs your vision.

Is this what your life has come to now?

Being used, being taken advantage of, all for your luck?

Narumi takes the phone back and sends you a triumphant look, as if he didn't just send all personnel in the room into a crippling mental spiral a few seconds ago, and is quick to gaze admiringly at the new character displayed on his screen, as if hyper focused.

"Thanks, Babe. You're a real life saver, y'know?"

It infuriates you how he sounds giddy, but you don't say that aloud, deciding to stew in your internal displeasure.

You mirror his smile and Narumi stays none the wiser to the flashing images behind your eyes of the numerous ways you can dispose of his body.

"See, this is why it's so great being married to someone as lucky as you. Pfft, and those old geezers say marriage is hard." At that moment, as if some higher being wanted to personally laugh in your face, Narumi readjusts his grip on his device and his wedding band shines from reflected light coming from the control monitors .

Your own ring burns at the realisation: you're legally stuck with that for the foreseeable future.

s n a p .

("I'm not the only one that heard that, right?" "Did that sound come from the Head?" "Nah, I definitely heard something too." "If Captain doesn't leave now, Head is gonna force us to help them erase the evidence...")

"Anyways, imma bounce. Gotta grind out the rest of their weapon mats." He carelessly throws up a peace sign without so much as a glance at anybody else, let alone you, and the operations room stays quiet when their Captain leaves with a newfound skip to his step, whistling in tune with the game's music.

Everyone watches on as you take a few deep breaths and walk back to your control panel, landing harshly into your swivel chair with your brows furrowed and a frown that could rival the General Commander's.

Those close enough can hear your muttered curses, "I'll show him. 'Japan's Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant', to hell with that! I'll show how hard marriage can really be. 'Another peaceful day in Japan', I should have kept my damn mouth shut."

Your fingers type against the keyboard with a new-found aggression, and soon enough, documents are displayed on the big screen of your monitor. They read 'Divorce Application and Proceedings', in bold font.

'Good luck, Captain Narumi,' the operators all think in unison.

[kissagii]

Calm days are a foreign concept for defense force officers like Hoshina. If he’s not risking his life on a mission, he’s training, or working with recruits, or studying, or doing paperwork, or completing whatever other time-consuming task finds itself on his plate.

So when he somehow manages to get off work on time (instead of his usual few hours late), his first destination is your office.

“Hey there honey, you almost done?” Hoshina asks, peeking his head in through your door to find you working sleepily at your desk. You look up and smile at him the moment you recognize his playful tone. “Got a few more things to get done… you can come sit if you want.”

Hoshina takes the invitation immediately, pulling up your spare chair and sitting beside you, peering over your shoulder at the papers on your desk. He watches you work in silence for a minute before asking, “Can any of this wait ‘til tomorrow?”

“Most of it, probably,” You say softly. With a sigh, you take your eyes off your work and lean to rest your head on his shoulder. Hoshina’s calloused finger hooks under your chin, gently coaxing you to lift your head and meet his eyes. Abruptly he pecks you on the lips, grinning.

“I love you,” He says, smiling playfully in a way that shows his small fangs. In your moment of stunned confusion, he grips your face gently between two calloused palms. 

Before you can protest or ask what in the world he’s doing, he kisses you again and again and again and again, soft and fleeting, on your forehead and cheeks and nose and lips once more. You find yourself being pulled closer and closer to him with every moment. It’s impossible to read him and his sudden onslaught of affection: is it motivated by pure adoration, or is he just feeling a little silly? Either way, his kisses are a reprieve from a stressful schedule and it’s hard to imagine anything better.

Unable to stop yourself, you smile and kiss him on the lips just once. Your kiss is longer, lingering, drinking in the softness of Hoshina pressed against you. He’s so warm and tastes so intoxicatingly sweet, it’s addicting. Breaking the kiss is nearly impossible.

“Sou,” You giggle, pushing him away gently, “This is my office. What if someone walks in?”

“What’s the harm? It’s not like we’re doing anything naughty,” Hoshina pouts, still holding your face. “Unless… do you want to be doing something naughty?”

“Goddamn you Soshiro, just kiss me again.”

The vice-captain’s kisses are all grins and giggles, soft and playful, gentle hands and sweet lips melting into you. 

“You’re my favorite person ever,” He says between kisses, “So cute… and so tasty.”

If Hoshina could have his way, he’d have time to kiss you like this every single day: uninterrupted and in love, not worrying about kaiju or paperwork or recruits. Five days out of seven would be calm days in his perfect world, the other two full of kaiju just to keep things interesting. 

“I love you so much, honey bun.” Hoshina basks in the sweetness of the moment, the sweetness of your lips against his. He’d have it last forever if he could.

But perfect calm days don’t exist for defense force officers.

The door creaks open, then almost immediately slams shut once more. Hoshina sighs, then walks across the room to see who is responsible for the disturbance.

“WE’RE SORRY, VICE-CAPTAIN HOSHINA!” Two individuals in the hallway shout in sync – Iharu and Reno, by the sound of their voices.

The vice-captain dismisses them, and their hurried footsteps fade into the distance. Hoshina grins playfully when he reenters the room.

“C’mon honey, let’s go home before someone else comes looking for us.”

he makes me very happy :)

[yoredoesmore]

The Regular | Hoshina Soshiro ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

pairing: hoshina soshiro x barista!reader

genre: romance/slight angst/ | [wc: 1,7k]

a/n: came up with the plot as i was writing away so i hope it makes sense :0 well, enjoy!

He was a regular at this point. He came in every Sunday at around the same time– his only day off you assumed, and ordered the exact same thing every visit.

Two Mont Blanc and a cup of black coffee.

The mysterious man would sit down at the exact same table where he always sat, wearing the usual, monotone expression on his face while waiting for his dessert. Sometimes he would carry a sports bag with him, sometimes he would come empty handed. You would catch him looking at you a few times, perhaps because he was checking to see if you were working on his order already.

Everyone knew him, even the other regulars, yet at the same time it seemed like people kept their distance from the individual. He did give off a mysterious and rather serious vibe. Like that one character in every book or movie who simply existed to assert some kind of calming effect on the audience. The staff, including you, believed that he wanted to be left alone thus everyone kept interactions to a minimum.

At some point the waiters didn't even check up on his table anymore to ask for his order. They would simply appear, place the two Mont Blanc and the coffee in front of him and carry on with their work.

But you didn't.

Not because you tried to stand out or make an extra tip by being interactive or friendly but simply because you believed that one day he would switch up on his order. But there was something else about him, something that made you feel drawn to him, urged you to interact as much as possible– be it a simple exchange of smiles or small words of gratitude.

It was a regular shift like always. Sundays were quiet and tranquil, with no soul disturbing the peace of the café. Being located in a more rural area of Tokyo had its ups and downs for a café yet you were immensely grateful for the quiet this area brought. Life has been treating you rather unwell lately and the least you needed was a busy workday. Especially your head injury has been acting up again but you tried to power through it. How long as it been since your last checkup? The effects of the surgery continued to bother you to this day but you were at least grateful that you were allowed to return back to work almost immediately! Any day longer at that hospital and you would have gone insane.

You spend most of your shifts cleaning up the pantries and making sure that everything, napkins, spoons and cups, were fully restocked– lightwork to put it simply, strictly ordered by your boss. The only other person on the shift with you took care of the orders and tables, just like today. It was empty enough for one person to handle the job but you were ready to jump in whenever your help was needed.

A subtle ringing of the bell above the door signaled that a new customer had entered the café. Your coworker stood behind the coffee machine, hands full taking care of a larger order, thus you took it upon yourself to guide the new customer to their seat.

“Good evening.” You smiled as your eyes fell on the all too familiar face of the mysterious regular.

“Please follow me to your table.” As always, his seat stood empty. The man mumbled a thank you and wasted no time in placing himself down on the leathery brown. Just as you were about to reach for your notebook you realized that it was not on your person anymore. A flush of embarrassment rushed through your face as you excused yourself from the table and told the man that you would be back in a second.

It's probably in the storage room..

You thought, recalling the image of you taking note of all the ingredients that had to be restocked. On your way back your coworker passed you by, stopping you temporarily in your steps.

“You don't need that with him.” He joked, pointing to the notebook and continued to walk past you. It was a playful remark, nothing more than a silly comment but it got you thinking.

“I apologize for my delay, sir. I'm ready to take your order now.”

His gaze rested on your figure for a while, subtly drinking in your image before he answered with a smile.

Despite not feeling well you tried your best to present yourself in a positive way. These costumers came to this café to rest and leave the worries of the day behind. There was no need to bother them with your personal problems or cause them worry.

Yet..it still felt like he was able to see right through your facade.

“A coffee please and two Mont Blanc.”

The usual..

You wrote down his order, earning another glance from him but you continued to stay by his table even after you finished scribbling.

“Can I offer you anything else? I– I mean we noticed you sticking to this particular order every time you visit. The staff of Third Division likes to keep a close eye on their regulars and..I was just wondering if you'd like to try something different maybe..”

Those words sounded different in your head, more welcoming and alluring. But the way his eyes were staring into yours, so intense that you felt like he was poking holes through your body, it caught you off guard. But nothing could have prepared you for what he did next.

He smirked.

The nonchalant expression he usually kept on his face throughout his entire stay dropped and what now graced his face was a smug grin.

“What can you recommend?” He teased.

Many emotions rushed through your system. Surprise, shock and confusion. Was this the first time you heard him talk? At best he would mumble a small thank you when paying the bill or when stating his order but personally that was the most you heard him say. His Kansai dialect was strong and present, it surprised you. Yet something about his voice felt warm, comforting even, as if it was meant to be listened to.

“Uhm..we have a great blueberry cheesecake, it's my favorite! And of course our lemon tarts or the pistachio croissants could really hit your spot since you like nuts so much..maybe the chocolate eclairs too..” Your mind began to drift towards all the items that were currently on sale. The dreamy look on your face earned you a chuckle from the man.

“I will take the blueberry cheesecake, since that's your favorite.”

“Coming right up!”

As if all stress was forgotten and a dark cloud was lifted from the sky, you cheerfully moved back to the counter, preparing the man's order. Upon seeing how busy you got your coworker approached you, eyes scanning over the cake you were carefully placing onto a nice plate.

“Who's that for?” He asked.

“Table number three.”

“Table number three..no way!” The man's gaze moved to the table in the distance, eyes widening twice their size.

A sense of pride rushed through your body. It was something so silly to get excited over yet delivering this cake made you happy, jolly even, in some kind of way.

“One blueberry cheese cake, enjoy.” And without any more interference in his stay you let the man be. Your eyes did move over to his side every now and then, making sure that he was enjoying the food you recommended him but eventually you were so busy with your workload that you lost sight of the customer.

And when you returned from your short bathroom break you noticed that his seat stood empty.

“He just left.” Was all your coworker said, also heavily occupied with new orders.

“But he did leave this.” Holding out your hands you let your coworker drop the small item into your grip. It was a napkin. No time was wasted in unfolding the soft tissue.

That blueberry cheesecake was great! But nothing compares to the Mont Blanc and the memories it brings ╮(─▽─)╭

Still, I appreciate your effort. Keep working hard and see you next time!

A tingling sensation engulfed your heart as you read the note. Maybe it was the silly little drawing he added or him simply appreciating your effort but it had you feeling a certain way. So without thinking much you grabbed a small box, stuffed it with the two Mont Blanc and rushed out of the store, leaving a confused coworker behind.

“Excuse me!” You almost yelled out, your feet trying their best to catch up with the man. He looked just as perplexed as you when he turned around. And..worried?

“Are you al–”

“I didn't mean to mess up your routine..I'm very sorry.” You held out the small box, arms outstretched while your gaze laid on your feet. No reply followed your words, his eyes simply resting on your shaking hands but soon enough you felt a weight pull at the packet.

“It's not just about the Mont Blancs.” His fingers graced over yours as he took the box.

“Despite me ordering the same thing over and over again you continue to attentively take my order..I guess you could say that I enjoy that kind of attention.” His chuckle caused your heart to throb and skip a beat.

A strong heat creeped over your face, eyes moving into all directions simply to avoid his. But just like always, his gaze stayed strongly fixated on you.

“I will always take your order..so please keep visiting us.” Turning on your heels you waved the man goodbye and returned to the café, your smile enough to illuminate the entire street.

Hoshina smiled and waited for you to disappear into the building before he sighed. His eyes followed you attentively, never leaving your figure. Seeing you in such active motions, it filled his heart with both joy and worry.

It felt like it happened just yesterday, the incident. It was a Sunday like this one, unassuming and calm. But you don't remember most of it, just like you don't remember him. The Kaiju attack, the ambulance, his teary eyes watching you being taken into the emergency room– you don't remember how he always stayed by your side no matter what.

It was absurd of him to think that you would eventually get your memories of him back if he just kept ordering the same thing over and over again, if he kept eating the dessert you two used to make together right in front of you. Perhaps he was a hopeless guy, with the silly dream of getting his old girlfriend back, the woman who owned his heart.

You still did. There was no one who could fit the hole that your body molded. If you can't remember the time and memories you two shared he would simply create new memories with you and make you fall for him all over again.

No matter how much time it was going to take

[djljpanda]

can you do general Mammon relationship headcanons with gn! reader?

Mammon X Gn Reader

You two give off like king Henry iii and Anne Boleyn vibes

Mammon might just have wanted at first probably cause you were hot but after all the money, gold, jewelry, and luxury items you turned down it was more on an obsession

I think you started to date him because when man tried to flirt with you he was just a loser and you like losers so you gave it a shot

Even while dating you played the hard to get card so you had this prince wrapped around your finger

You are both his sugar baby and sugar daddy/mommy/ guardian

When man tries to make you think like you are worthless you always make it seem like he needed you and you didn’t him

This relationship may start of toxic but you two did start to get along seeing how you two can stand each other more and the sex was greater after that

Mammon would like to show you off making you seem more valuable than gold itself

You were more like his sexy secretary that also looks after all the stuff that Mammon may push to the side just to make sure it wasn’t important

I think you were like the caring mom when it came to Fizz and Mammon and was just the stepdad who would only do things for the kid only to be in the good graces of the mom

You do make Mammon a better man but he only says he will be a better man for you and you just answer with a “good enough”

For some reason I see Morticia and Gomez and La Muerte and Xibalba as like a quick summary of you two

[transmascaraa]

gaming headcannons!

he's liked you for a while now...

crush!gaming x gn!reader

author's note: sorry this took a while lmao i was too lazy to write anything. it might be ooc but oh well i js really like him and he's so skrunkly omgshhfhs and i wanna do a gf furina x reader FANFIC for a christmas special or smthn😍 i'm too insecure abt my writing skills like for fanfics but i hope it comes out good🤷 anyways, enjoy👍

"so you see, i've been dealing with a strange feeling ever since we've met..."

-he would be all over you already at the first eye contact you two made

-he was really energetic when he met you

-oversharing about himself, talking constantly and giving you a compliment every now and then

-you kinda fell for him too, but didn't think much of his actions(you were a little blind)

-he tried flirting a couple of times and it made you blush but again, you were a pessimist.

-but he had high hopes on you loving him just by the look you gave him

-so after a while of knowing eachother, you guys met at the lantern rite, a small place near a little lantern shop

-"hey y/n!" he waved and smiled brightly at you

-"oh, hey gaming!" you replied, walking towards him and smiling in return

-he was head over heels for you, trust me.

-not like you weren't for him.

-the two of you chit-chatted for a little bit, just enough for him to get comfortable in the conversation.

-"hey, also, i see the people getting prepared for launching the lanterns, do you have yours?"

-"yup, let's go!" you exclaimed as you unconsciously grabbed his hand, making him blush a bit

-getting to a place with not too many people there, you finally started lighting up your lanterns, whispering your wishes to them and slowly allowing them to fly high up in the sky, making your wishes come true.

-the sky was covered in lanterns.

-little lights.

-little yellow dots.

-until they couldn't be seen anymore.

-while you were looking at them, he was looking at you.

-your eyes shining in such adoration as you looked at them.

-his shined too, but not for the lanterns.

-for you.

-finally, you looked back at him.

-"wow, that was so beautiful..." you softly said to him.

-he only had a few seconds to think before replying.

-now or never.

-now or never.

-now or never.

-"but not more beautiful than the person standing right in front of me."

-one could say that there was a smile on his face.

-but a Mona Lisa type of smile.

-you blushed and hid your face.

-"w-what?..." you were too shy for this.

-no way he actually said that.

-you were dreaming.

-"i'm being serious... i've..."

-*sigh*

-"i've liked you for quite a long time now..." he shyly said.

-"but it's up to you if you wanna try..."

-he was so insecure.

-he was looking down the whole time, not even realizing that you were ready to look him in the eyes and answer

-"gaming..." you said, voice barely above a whisper.

-"h-huh?" he looked up, his eyes meeting your eyes.

-eye contact.

-he trusts you.

-you trust him.

-"i like you too..." you put your hand on his cheek and gently caressed it with your thumb.

-he was left speechless.

-his face was burning.

-his heart going 1000 miles per hour.

-"y-you do?"

-"yes, gaming, i'd like to try this. only with you." you were looking at him with a hopeful look.

-"thank you, my dear..." and before you could say anything else, he had his forehead pressed against yours.

-so... close.

-"i love you..." he whispered, blushing so hard.

-"i love you too..." and with that, your lips met in a soft, true, kiss.

-your wishes came true.

-now you surely know what to wish for next year...

~~~~~

this won the poll and when i have the motivation i'll do this similar confession but with dahlia. BUT FURINA FOR CHRISTMAS FIRST.

TYSM GUYS FOR SO MANY LIKES ON MY RECENT POSTS I'M GOING INSANE.

ily all sm also this gaming guy is adorable omfg

[paw-padss]

ayato headcannons bc i can’t finish any drafts love his potential gap moe ^^;

super clingy in the sense that he'll always want to be by your side whenever he can, and is always missing you whenever he has to be away for long

despite his appearance, he's actually really into cute stuff because of all the time he spent with ayaka, especially penguins. he has a season pass to the aquarium just so he could go see the penguin shows on his days off

he also uses that season pass to take you on aquarium dates :3 (he very happily takes you to the penguin show...)

and back to him being clingy, big. spoon. ayato. just imagine this man practically clinging to you whenever he has to get up for work?

call me a hypocrite but I can totally imagine him being a bit, awkward, when it comes to outward affection, giving and receiving. like even though he hides it well he definitely gets like excitedly nervous when you guys kiss or give gifts and stuff

back to him being real awkward about affection really just imagine him trying to keep his composure, hiding his blushing smile after you pack him lunch, get him a suit, give him a kiss, just anything of that sort

am I allowed to use quality time and gift giving as his love languages because YES.

is it weird that I can imagine him sending you sweet love letters while pinning for you, and like they would be like really poetic and well written..

[ink--theory]

new roommate

based on this part of a little drabble I made that'll never see the light of day :P

[spicybunni]

YANDERE DONNA BENEVIENTO HEADCANONS

I'm back again with my girl! I love her so much and think her chapter deserved more development. Also the haunted house aesthetics for her estate? HELLO? This is more of a continuation of my previous Yandere Donna post with some repeated themes but longer version I guess? Hope you enjoy 🖤

WARNINGS : YANDERE TENDENCIES / ISLOATION / SCARING DARLING / DOLLS / SFW / SLIGHT VIOLENCE TOWARDS READER

🪡Never let’s you leave the manor. Are you joking? She hardly leaves unless it’s to meet with her siblings or Mother Miranda.

🪡Stop trying to escape. You're just gonna be chased in a circle by unimaginable horrors back into your isolated room. If it not by dolls or monsters it would be by ghosts.

🪡If she's in a forgiving mood, all she would do is scold you and leave you be. You are her beloved so she can't truly be angry with you. You didn't know any better from the 100 other times you have attempted and failed!

🪡However, if she is furious with you. It definitely shows. She will isolate you and lock the door to your room but the dolls haunt you for the remainder of the evening. If dolls don't scare you she would make you hallucinate. She would come back in once she hears your screams die down. Finding you in a corner shaking with snot and tears dribbling down your face. So easily manipulated like putty into her embrace again.

🪡You would grasp onto her and cry into her shoulder. Muttering apologizes and pleas for that to never happen again, that you would do anything.

🪡Her grin would go unnoticed by you. "Then just obey and be good." She would say, stroking your hair to calm you down.

🪡Do not keep asking her to let you go either. If she tries to start conversation with you and all you ever say is to let you go? Immediately gives you the silent treatment! And if you continue despite that? Then its downstairs for you.

🪡Makes cute dresses/clothes for you. How do you think all of her dolls look so good? She can pretty much sew anything.

🪡There's no option to refuse wearing the clothes she makes because she will literally toss all your wardrobe until you wear whatever she made.

🪡If you got an unexpected face reveal from her? Immediately sent to the basement to be isolated. If you even dare to ask what happened to her face her dolls would cut you. Of course it wasn't in your control, but now you know her biggest insecurity. She must make you fear her all over again.

🪡A better response rather than just staring is if you avoid her gaze back at you, covering your eyes and repeatedly apologize for looking. She would be satisfied with that and move on from it.

🪡Does not like it when you talk about your previous life. You can talk about your interests or ask her questions, and she will gladly respond to you. Don't talk about these past friends or god forbid you mention your family. It makes her shake with anger and she will send you to your room.

🪡Also becomes your doctor while keeping you. Her knowledge does not stop at medical plants and herbs. She would give you check ups every now and then.

🪡PDA would include sitting closely on the couch, having your head in her lap, some hugging, and hand holding. After a while I feel she would order you to sleep in the same bed as her.

🪡You figure it's better than being awake all night by yourself hearing creaks in the wood of the manor or high pitched giggling from her dolls littered everywhere.

🪡Honestly since you're one of her first darlings that is somewhat compliant, and hasn't been killed immediately, her conflicting emotions with PDA are 50/50. She only allows it if she initiates or demands it. But if you ever surprise her and do it back without her permission she gets flustered easily and will leave you in your room again. Eventually she would be alright with you touching her, but for now let her have the power and control of PDA.

🪡At some point you are finally broken and realize there is no escape, you become a housekeeper for Donna. Mostly just a helper. She doesn't let you cook alone.

🪡Does expect compliments when she shows you her embroidery or her latest garden project. She loves when you actually show interest in what she's doing. If you don't, Angie would just yell insults at you until you did.

🪡A compliant darling gets the best treatment from Donna. She would have no reason to punish you and would actually grant some freedoms of roaming the mansion. Letting you go into her library and cinema room on your own. She would pat your head or hold your face between her palms lovingly.

🪡 On the flip side if you're a defiant darling....well, you get nothing beneficial. You are locked below the mansion in the attic with a few books and a bed. Not even a bathroom. The only interactions you get are her sliding a food tray into the room and wellness check ups on you. She doesn't even give you the comedic relief of Angie. If you ever try to get the best of her while she's with you, she is not against chaining you to the bed post or the center of the room.

🪡Donna can be a very gentle yandere. She is obsessed with you becoming her companion in life till the end. Or rather your end. Just be a good darling to her and you can expect a life of comfortable silences and cozy fireplace chatter.

[monsterfloofs]

Demon (No name yet?) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

You sold your soul. The thought never even crossed your mind until the day when travesty came to your loved ones. You knew there were rumors of people selling their most sacred self for many things, fame, fortune, beauty, yet you yourself traded for a different price.

To rework the damage of time, of events you could never be able to mend without help. You had tried to make peace with what transpired, but couldn't bear it. Thus you had decided your life was unliveable. What good was a soul if your heart was splintered into fragments. What good was a soul to a being that no longer wished to live without those who made life worth living? To rewrite the threads of fate bore a heavy price, and you could never see your other loved ones again. It was a cruel price, but one you gladly took.

Remembering the flash of bright pearlescent teeth, almost glowing in the dark. Turning with fear as a light bloomed into existence, the bright had burned your eyes. You pressed your fingers to your eyes as you ground tilted under your fit. As if the very ground had become a swarm of writhing snakes.

You had been prepared for the worst. You were ready to suffer ten-fold for your wish to abuse the hands of fate. Yet perhaps it was one last glimmer of luck, that your benefactor themselves ended up being an oddity. Dressing you up like a pompous porcelain doll and parading you around as if you were some kind of priceless luxury.

You examined your reflection in the mirror, tilting your head up to look at the dark lace like marks that encircled your neck. Fingertips smoothing over warm skin, digging your thumbnail against one of the elegant swirls and scratching at it. It was, no use of course, you had tried all sorts of ways to remove it. Your stare into your eyes instead, trying to read the expression on your own face.

Then a bell tinkled and you looked over your shoulder, before begrudgingly slouching out of the large baroque restroom in your private suite. The bell ment tea time and the first tea time of the month could only mean one thing. You dreaded the new clothes that would have to endure. They were usually poofy, with enough ruffles that you had entertained the idea of pulling them all off and using them as a rope to escape out the window. Seeing a prettily wrapped parcel on your bed you could only sigh.

It was cruel and unusual torment, yet considering how you had thought your new life was going to be. . . it was better in spades compared to that. You gingerly pull apart the bow, and open the box. Feeling your face sag as you lift up the garment. Well. . . it's. . . certainly.

Something.

Something as in, you felt like a pink profiterole as you waddled to the parlor. If the pants were any poofier perhaps you could use them to make a hot air balloon.

You sat with your hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window. Home, they had insisted you call this new world. Yet it felt like a gilded cage. No matter how pretty, how decorated the iron was, they were still bars. Your guard had been down, mind wandering as you stared out the window. You hadn't noticed the shadow looming over you until it was too late.

A clawed hand reaches over and gently pinches your cheek, which makes you scrunch up your nose and shake your head.

"Look at you!" They squealed, tail lashing back and forth. "Perfect, perfect, you are absolutely darling!"

They acted with an air of an overly affectionate aunt, and it was truly the most bizarre experience.

They clapped their hands. "I want to see all of it!"

With the air of a waterlogged cat trying to reclaim their dignity you stood slowly. Watching as they make a dramatic show of looking you up and down before spinning a perfect clawed finger.

"Do a little turn for me? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?"

S i g h.

You turn on your heel slowly, lip jut in a pout, holding your arms out at your sides. You arms fall to your sides as your finish your and wait for further instructions. their hands clasped to their cheek and staring at you with something like tears in their eyes.

"You are just so scrumptious! OOH I could just eat you up!!"

You remember being terrified when they first said that, but now you blink mildly and politely sit back down.

They tap a fingernail against their sharp teeth, "I will have to plan. . . for next month maybe something in lilac yes. . ."

You take a deep breath, well, you told yourself you would ask, it's now or never.

"My liege. . ." You swallow thickly, "Perhaps I could. . . pick the design this time?"

You wait for the atmosphere to change waiting for the floor to drop out and you to fall into a fiery hell pit.

When you peek at them they look more like they want to cry.

"Really?"

You guiltily look at the tiered pastry tray "If it wouldn't be too much tro-" The last word gone as they fling their arms around you.

"Aaaaaa!!" They shrill, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my lil cream puff, my lil cupcake you can have whatever you would like!"

Your eyes wide as you are rocked back and forth. It's getting hard to breathe. "M-my leige-" You wheeze, patting their back urgently.

"I was hoping and hoping you would ask I–" They drop you immediately, taking a step away with their hands held behind their back. "O-oh yes. Of course, touching, you don't like that whole invasion of personal space" They twitter nervously tugging at their collar with a finger. "Whoopsie, w-won't happen again!"

Enjoy what I write? I have a tip jar! I also take writing and art commissions on kofi! ヽ(*ᵔ▿ᵔ)ﾉ

[retaurd]

how i sleep knowing i get to wake up again tomorrow on this beautiful earth that God made and experience community and culture and wonderment and whimsy and peace and eat fruits and look at birds and listen to music and be cozy and warm and happy and i have a cat and i am loved

[drykoolaid]

Happy technically the 23rd 🎉

Have screenshots

(No I will not be giving u the ogs) <3

Holy shit my back hurts

BUTTT TIS THE TIMEEE

RAHHHHH

Also have a N Wip that I’m def not finishing anytime soon

[starvail]

wdym i have a head dent?!

narumi gen / gn!spouse!reader

synopsis : "narumi gen is highly respected in his own division, with every officer following him with determination and every platoon leader dyeing their hair like him as a sign of respect."

content : only crack, fluff, gender neutral reader, reader works in jakdf, a few flashbacks, a little bit more on the lore side, the word beautiful is used to describe the reader, shinonome's age is just a guess, mostly shinonome pov, narumi should have his own warning fr, vice captain and platoon leaders are tired.

words : 1.7k

a/n : you can’t convince me that this man hasn’t went out on a mission with a head dent at least once-

part two of 'a cheers to our youth'

She remembers years ago, newly turned twenty, and nervously standing in front of your desk, arms crossed behind her back, posture rigid.

This would be the first time she will be meeting you in person, rather than listening to your demands through a communicator.

Now is the time to make the best lasting first impression. To prove that she is capable of handling things much bigger than an ordinary officer.

"Thank you very much for deeming me worthy of a rank review! I will not let you down!"

"Don't thank me for something as trivial as just a chance of a promotion. I know you'll do well in the future, Shinonome. The person you really need to impress is the First Captain."

You do not look up from your paperwork, and though many will see this as quite cold and rude, she's heard from numerous people that you simply do not have the time to entertain anything or anyone else within working hours.

The fact that you even spared a one-on-one meeting with her was an honour, and Shinonome will forever respect your dedication. Unfortunately, her lips move to articulate her thoughts before she could stop herself.

"I aspire to contribute to the Defence Force as much as you and Captain Narumi, Head! Please wait for me!" She slaps a hand over her mouth.

Stopping your editing to the paper before you, you look up at her in surprise at her outburst. Shinonome is swift in attempting to correct her statement.

"Uhm...! I did not mean it in that way, Head. A-Apologies for speaking out of line. I'll commence however many push ups-"

"Hahaha!" You made no move to hide your mirth and Shinonome does not know whether to be concerned or relieved at your reaction.

She curses at herself. Dammit, well done, Rin. You definitely made a lasting first impression alright. Great, now Head is gonna see you as a clown vying for their hand.

"No need for the push ups. I appreciate your passion, Shinonome. However, I am already married, so I will have to decline." It seems that you will not let her forget this. How cruel...

Wiping a forming tear at the edge of your eye, you sigh lightheartedly. "It's a good thing that you didn't say that to your Captain or else his head would blow up bigger than it already is!"

By now, the officer is bright red at her blunder before your words catch up to her. Wait, married...? Weren't you only a year or two older than her? Is she already falling behind her peers in yet another department?!

And though she does not say her thoughts aloud this time, you seem to be able to read her befuddled face too well. You hold up your hand and lift two fingers up like a peace sign, a soft smile adorning your own face.

At that moment, Shinonome realises that you are much friendlier in person compared to when you are communicating with Captain Narumi.

During missions, it was like listening to dogs fighting.

"I am two years older than you, I think, If I remember reading your files correctly. I just got married really young so don't worry too much about finding love or whatnot for now. Live in the present and all that." You wave off casually.

"If I may be so bold to ask..." Shinonome only now notices the metal band that you adorn around your fourth finger and shyly looks at her own twiddling bare fingers.

"Hm? Go ahead." Your focus is still on her.

"What age did you get married?"

"Eighteen."

"?!"

You burst back into laughter when Shinonome's composed and seemingly nonchalant persona crumbles and she is left there dumbfounded.

A feint 'don't mind' playfully slips out as you excuse yourself to deliver your now finished papers and pat her shoulder on your way to the door.

Shinonome finds that you will truly not let her live down her moment in your office.

Even months later, after she was proven competent and promoted to Platoon Leader. Be it during a mission, passing each other in the corridor, or in a meeting.

("Platoon Leader Shinonome, please wait for me in my office after this." / "Shinonome, please wait for the arrival of new equipment sent over by...." / "Ah, Rin. Thanks for waiting for me, traffic was atrocious today!" All of those interactions being followed by a knowing smirk.)

Despite this, the two of you have grown closer, more casual. Dare she say that the two of you were even friends.

She learnt that you are married to the Narumi Gen and that you have known him since you were children (she had always assumed those endearments he torments you with during missions were a joke).

Learns you prefer drinking iced coffee rather than hot.

You only wear shoes you can very easily slip on.

You like to make edits to documents using a purple pen rather than the standard red.

You personalise your lab coats by stitching your initials and operator number to the cuffs (swearing her to secrecy, you tell her that you also stitch Captain Narumi's initials, but instead at the cuffs, it's hidden inside the pocket over where your heart is).

In spite of your seemingly intimidating work front, you are still very much human.

(Years down the line, Shinonome has well learnt that you were never scary, or aloof, or anything of the sort. She guesses your role in the Defence Force just forces you to seem like it, given your importance.)

Shinonome also learns that you and Narumi dye each other's hair.

"Oh, this?" You motion to the groupings of fresh silver highlights in your hair. The Platoon Leader had to deliver some documents and noticed the change and decided to compliment you on it, it fits you. She asks if you had it done professionally.

It looks really nice... maybe she would suit something similar?

"No, I didn't go to a salon. You think I have the money for that sort of thing?" Yes, yes you do, Head.

"I've been dyeing Captain Loser's hair since we were teenagers, and he decided while we were touching up his roots that it's been a while since we were matching and wouldn't leave me alone otherwise. I didn't get to sleep until two last night!"

You say it with such disdain that if she were a new recruit, she would think that you meant it.

But Shinonome knew you better than that, because you could never hide the adoration that shone through your irises, or the fondness in your smile.

Perhaps, one day, she will meet someone that would elicit the same reaction when talking about her...

"He wanted to do my hair without my help so now there's a chunk of under layer hair that's all silver instead of just highlights. If you look even closer, you might see just bleached bits that he forgot to colour! He botched it!"

She would be lying if she were to say she wasn’t jealous.

You are beautiful and intelligent and considerate and sincere. And though you are not physically strong, you show your strength in a plethora of other ways, your contributions named on newspapers displayed along your office walls are evident of that. Your strategies and tactics have led many to victory and the Eastern Defence Force is as strong as ever.

Truly, you and Narumi Gen are forces to be reckoned with and Shinonome could not be more thankful to be so in reach.

She does not realise she was staring at you for so long until you speak up.

"Ah! Would you like me to do your hair sometime?"

"Oi, Dumbass. Stop trying to act cool in front of the newbies."

Narumi, dramatically posing solemnly atop a fresh kaiju corpse, tilts his head back to face the flying drone's camera and shows off a smirk at the sound of your voice.

"Well, if it isn't my darling dearest, everything okay at Comms?" He waves lazily, but this seems to irk you more.

"You were playing Underwatch, when I told you not to, weren't you." You frame it as a statement, rather than a question.

Everyone in Operations and Officers around Narumi watches as their Captain's jaw drops to the floor, eyes bulging out of his skull.

He is quick to grab at the drone and shakes it wildly, as if it was a person he was trying to gouge information out of. The propellers are swift to turn off, you knew this kind of reaction was coming from miles away.

"Who snitched?!" His face is all up on the camera.

At this point, Narumi knew that it was of his best interest to admit the truth rather than make up excuses on the spot, especially if you used that tone.

But how could you have possibly found out? He even made sure to download a special VPN so you couldn't track his gameplay! Was it Hasegawa? It had to have been Hasegawa. Damn you, Hasegawa-

"Your galactic-sized head dent gave it away. Do you not have enough sense to at least fix it before you leave for duty?" You sigh on the other end of the mic, disappointment evident in your admonishment.

"Huh?"

The drone starts up again and Narumi is forced to let go as it turns to face ninety degrees away from him and projects a hologram of himself, but from his side.

Lo and behold, all of the Captain's hair is sticking straight up, as per usual when he is in combat, except for the areas at the centre of his skull, a clear band of hair matted down with a sheen of presumably sweat.

"Pfft, I hope the news articles capture this very flattering side of you! 'What a loser,' they'll all say." You do your best to cover up a snicker. The drone is now happily emoting like an actual person, tilting side to side as if it were someone's head, taunting him.

"NO!!" Narumi is on his knees, frantically trying to fix his hair while maniacal laughter resonates from the floating device.

From a distance, a certain Platoon Leader watches on, irked. Out of all of the people to admire for the power they bring to the Defence Force, out of all the people to strive to be like, why did it have to be these two?

[stealingyourbones]

Why must the medication give me other mental health issues. I trade the Big Sad for the No Sleep and it gives me more Big Sad

[yoredoesmore]

So I got a request with Narumi maybe?? How about reader is the youngest cadet (idk if that's what you call it) and they are still bubbly and childish. So how about reader sees Narumi playing some game and he didn't acknowledge them until the spoke at the end of his game "so that's how you do it" And after this they just follows him around whenever he goes, cuz they think he's cool? I don't know how but can you let your imagination continue this cuz mine is blank- I don't know what other anime you write for but it doesn't have to be narumi it can be your fw character from any anime! And you can do whatever gender you want. Thank you for opening your request again💕

a/n: this is the very first non hoshina fan fiction on this account! (not counting the tartaglia Headcanon) let's gooo! btw idk a thing about this guy so if this is ooc i apologize ╥﹏╥

pairing: Gen Narumi & Gn!Reader

genre: fluff/comedy/hurt comfort [wc: 1,3k]

enjoy!

You Got Games On Your Phone?| Gen Narumi

Gen Narumi was a respected man. He was known to strike fear into the enemy's cores and ignite a flame of determination in those who followed him. People looked up to the man, for his skills on the battlefield and his serious demeanor, but it was also no secret that he was quite easy to irritate. And nobody did that better than Vice Captain Hoshina.

But today the bowl cutted fella was nowhere to be seen. He was on a mission and that meant for Narumi that he could enjoy a day of peace and quiet.

It was around lunchtime when he hid away in one of the training rooms to pursue one of his current, most enjoyable obsessions– CookieRun: Kingdom.

The man stumbled across this game by accident but immediately found himself hooked by the gameplay and storyline. He has been playing it ever since, demolishing the cake monsters and building his kingdom into an utopia.

Narumi's eyes sat focused on the screen, while his fingers did all the magic. Jumping, sliding, fighting the monsters– you name it. Narumi played through the levels with ease and enjoyed every second of it. The little cookie on the screen collected the letters and dodged the enemy at his command, he was completely in control of the situation.

A chuckle left his lips after completing the final round, a rush of accomplishment tugging on his skin.

“YOU DID IT?!” The sudden cry of an unknown voice pulled the man out of the mist of concentration. Narumi was completely caught off guard by the stranger gripping onto his shoulders, pushing him back and forth like a ragdoll.

“So that's how you do it, I get it now! I've been stuck on that level for agesss.” Narumi was unsure what to be more appalled by, the fact that he did not take notice of your presence until you revealed yourself or the casual tone you addressed him in.

Within seconds the man was up in the air, phone disappearing back in his pocket and a serious expression on his face.

“What the fuck?!” Was the first thing he yelled.

“Don't you know that it's rude to sneak up on others?? Who the fuck are you!”

Your face resembled a surprised emotion (he had no idea how you did that) but in an instant you found yourself smiling again.

“I walked by when I suddenly heard Vanilla Cookie's voice! To think that someone as respected and renowned as you sir would play such a game! That is so cool!”

Narumi found himself speechless. Your joy manifested itself in the form of sparks inside your eyes, blinding the adult. The Captain found it strange how someone like you who managed to conceal themselves like that was such an airhead–how old were you even??

The man tried his best to ignore your presence after that encounter, uninterested in such childish matters and idle chit chat but that was easier said than done.

You followed him around wherever you could, sticking to his body like a slug. When it was lunchtime you made sure to be right behind him in line and when he was practicing his combat skills you were right behind the man to copy his moves. Narumi thought that was doing quite well ignoring you but he found himself arguing back with you most of the time.

“You are so strong!!”

“Duh!”

“How does one become as skilled as you? In both Cookie Run Kingdom and the battlefield! I'm still stuck on that one level, ugh.”

“Shouldn't you be training with your group??

“Your room is kinda..dirty.”

“Get out of my room! How did you even get in here??”

The other cadets had no idea where this sudden admiration was coming from. All they saw was a little kid, running after an adult who had absolutely no interest in it. Like a little duckling following a cat who they believed was its mother– it was quite amusing to watch. And of course, Hoshina could not let this opportunity go by untouched. The man made a minimum of five jokes a day, driving Narumi's patience to its limits.

“No, because that level has got to be cursed! I don't know how you did it but my Prune Juice Cookie is not surviving those cake monsters–”

“Can you be quiet!? Goddammit! You have been nagging on my ear this entire week, just leave me the fuck alone!”

His words sliced through the air like a hot knife through butter. The aggression in his voice came for your throat, choking up the words inside your mouth. You fell completely silent, unable to utter another sentence.

For a moment, Narumi enjoyed the peace and quiet, the lack of constant pressure on his ear drums. But when he saw the expression on your face, his heart immediately dropped to the floor.

“I'm sorry for bothering you sir..” You mumbled, body retreating from his figure.

Narumi watched you distance yourself from him further and further, until you eventually turned on your heels and left.

“They will be back at it again tomorrow, I know it..” Narumi mumbled, but in a way that sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

Little did he know that you had taken his words by heart. The following day went by without you making an appearance and even the days after there was no sign of you. Narumi pretended to not care, pursuing his job as usual but after an entire week went by and still no kid talking his ears off, the Captain found himself feeling uneasy.

They are just a kid Narumi, jeez

He scolded himself for being so harsh to you. The man has secretly been trying to ask around for you, mentioning a young cadet with great enthusiasm in a handful of conversations to see if anybody knew you, but his efforts were in vain.

The man was mindlessly walking around the base, thinking if he should just make a public announcement and have you summoned to his office, when all of a sudden a familiar sound rang through the hall. It was muffled and distant yet he was able to recognize that melody anywhere.

There, seated in one of the community rooms all by yourself, you sat. Your eyes were burned onto your phone, following the glowing images around the screen. Almost an hour had passed and you were still stuck on this one level, it truly frustrated you. But just when you were about to give up, you felt a lingering shadow hover above you.

Your phone was suddenly taken away from you and at first you thought that one of the higher ups had caught you and was now going to confiscate the device but when your eyes met with the ones of Narumi your smile reappeared.

“Are you still stuck on this level?” He asked in an almost mocking tone. Before you could answer him, Narumi sat down next to you, your phone tightly held in his hands.

“I see that you have Squid Ink Cookie, use them instead of Prune Juice. And don't forget to level up their toppings, that makes all the difference during combat.”

“Oh..okay. Thank you.” Slightly surprised by his nice demeanor you nodded your head, paying close attention to what the Caption had to say.

“And if you find the time, do the bounties to get some level up materials, a true game changer.”

“I will!!”

“Now give me your UID so I can send you a friend request, kid.”

Words alone were unable to explain the joy and excitement bubbling in your heart. You wasted no time and immediately followed his every advice while Narumi was getting his own phone ready. The two of you sat there for a long time, playing and discussing topics all around the game. And Narumi couldn't help himself but smile throughout the entire interaction.

“I'm sorry for what I said..” His apology came unexpectedly yet you wasted no time accepting it.

“You're all good!” You chuckled. “But if you really want to make me feel better help me with this one quest!”

“Bet!”

[djljpanda]

Hi! Same person who requested the Verosika fic here! I was wondering if you could write a bit more on Queen Bee from helluva Boss?

Oh it's nice to have another request from you. Writing Verosika was fun to do and thank you for coming back. So I just made a quick fix cause I see you all love our Queen Bee.

Beelezabub X Drunk S/o

You don't usually drink a lot at Bee's parties due to wanting to make sure everyone else is having a fun time. But Bee promised that she has it under control and for you just to enjoy yourself and get drunk. You agreed as you went to go mingle with everyone else.

After a couple of hours Bee was looking for you only to find you in a chugging contest. She can feel and see that you should stop before you get sick or even worse. She tried to get near you only for the both of you to get swept in different crowds. This is one of the things Bee hates about being one of the princes of Hell, she had to push and shove people out of her way just to get close to you.

When she gets to the group you see she sees them trying to get you to drink more. But before you did you saw Bee and waved her over.

Now seeing you up close she knew she had to get you to stop. But when she was guiding you away some Imp thought that it would be smart enough to say no to the ruler of gluttony. For once in a blue moon she got into her giant demon form yelling at the imp and ending the party, no one really complained just to not upset her any further.

After getting you home and laying you down on your guys shared bed she was at your side. She would have a trash can near you if you feel the need to throw up. She would comfort you if you felt sick while giving you cuddles.

The next day you had a terrible hangover but good thing the Bee knows how to help you.

"Maybe next time I won't get too crazy" "But I want you to get crazy" "Last night" "And I made sure you were okay. I will make sure you won't get into any trouble when you want to have fun, you can count on me" "Thank you Bee".

[iheartgirlzn]

DATING THALIA GRACE HEADCANNONS

pairing: thalia grace x gn!reader

features: fluff, established relationship, implied wlw, possessiveness, jealousy, slight violence and swearing !

⚡️ notes: i had to re-write this cuz my whole thing fucking deleted omg. ANYWAYS! sorry i haven’t been posting.. writers block is real..

this girl loves you SO MUCH!! you’re her everything - you’re her best friend, family, whatever, she just loves you <3

also something i wanna add quickly, my personal headcannon about the hunters of artemis is that their oath about romantic relationships only extends to men. otherwise they’re allowed as many gfs as they want - as long as it doesn’t interfere with the hunt!

^ AND I KNOW IN TRIALS OF APOLLO IT SAYS OTHERWISE BUT STILL.

she’s so proud of the fact that you two are together and that she’s YOUR girlfriend

y’know what her biggest flex is? you. (and maybe the fact she’s artemis’ lieutenant but who’s asking 🤷)!

she would scream it from the rooftops if you’d let her. she would do anything you asked, she’s obsessed!

she’s super protective of you and will beat anyone up who hurts or makes you uncomfortable. same with anyone who flirts with you, they brush your waist? boom. now they have 3 broken fingers.

this goes vice versa, if anyone flirts with her she’ll shut them down immediately and let you go off at them if that’s what you want.

so in short, you’re both super possessive of each other and get jealous easily. honestly, couple goals 🤝

communication is everything to her! as her mother didn’t really respect her boundaries, she needs to know what you do and don’t like. same with you knowing what she’s uncomfortable with. that’s why your relationship is so great: you talk things through instead of getting angry at each other!

(i’m not letting any ‘doomed yuri angst, they can’t communicate and break up’ shit happening around here. my heart couldn’t take it.)

speaking of past family, her current one matters a lot to her. she would absolutely love if you and annabeth got a long, but if you didn’t she’d be fine with you guys at least not hating each other. (though of course annie loves you, you’re awesome!!!!)

she defo lends you her jackets a lot

and it’s not in a possessive/‘claiming’ way either, she genuinely loves seeing you in her clothes, it makes her happy.

i also feel like if demigods had working phones, she’d text whenever she could!

(and if you aren’t apart of the hunt) she’d especially text you if you went on a quest. then she’d spam you constantly, asking how you are and whether or not you’re bleeding out or dying.)

speaking of going on quests, if the huntresses were going somewhere in your direction, she’d try to help out and spend time with you — while also asking you whether or not you wanna abandon the quest and join her and the huntresses (jokingly.. unless..?)

random, but when you had your first kiss, she accidentally hit a nearby tree with lightning :) !