#romantic sometimes it’s platonic sometimes I don’t know how to explain it but I still love you I still want you in my life

[honeynclove]

idk ik people don’t like valentines bc corporate holiday rahahhah but i just like it as a day to love my friends and love my family and love my fictional characters and wear cute pink and red outfits and skip around giving red velvet cookies and be happy idk

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

What about showering with the mercs? Nothing dirty, like, at all. But like, washing the gross men’s hair while the bask in the most affection they’ve gotten since 5th grade. Maybe I just wanna see tough and gruff grown men turn into putty when given the smallest amount of care. Gn reader please!! And thank you!!

I love how you assume they got affection in 5th grade. What a very bold claim.

The Mercs taking a shower with Y/N (SFW)

Scout:

- Scout is a very restless person. He can never sit still for more than five seconds. It takes a lot of massages and rubbing soap on his body for him to finally stop shuffling his feet. Even then his attention is always caught by something mundane. Like a weird tile on the wall or the window high above near the ceiling where nobody could be a peeping tom.

- Your affections finally catch up to him. He relaxes a little more when you start to do his hair. He lays his entire head on you and lets you work at his scalp. You notice for some reason his dog-tags are still on him and ask him about it. He shrugs and goes “What if I die in the shower or some shit? Who knows. Maybe a frenchie will fuckshit out of nowhere and backstab me.”

- You can’t help but huff at his joke. It was an amused yet annoyed response to his nonsense. He smiles groggily as you begin washing his back. “Do you do this often?” “Do what?” You ask. “Join a group of mercenaries and then wash their backs.” He says. You scowl at him and shove the loofah in his mouth.

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Soldier:

- Literal dog. Arches his spine and tilts his head back in bliss as you scratch his scalp. Sighs in relief as you release him of today’s pressure. Turns around against the wall to let you do his back. Raises any limb up when you need it. He enjoys being treated like a pampered animal. He’s like a big Labrador that loves water

- He begins doing you as well mid wash. Covering you in body wash and rubbing your back and tummy in circles. You know little to nothing of soldier’s past so it’s quite a pleasant surprise when you discover he’s good at this. Palming the knots out of your muscles and encouraging you to relax. It’s just enough pressure not to hurt you.

- He took his helmet into the wash.. unsurprising. Pyro and Spy have insecurities with their true face as well. He tilts his helmet upward and flicks it off. allowing it to fall to the floor. His grey eyes are so.. loving. There’s this adoring smile on his face. He makes you so weak you both have to sit down in the shower.

- “C’mere cutie.” Oh. oh shit.

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Demoman:

- Motherfucker brings alcohol into the shower and lights candles. It’s going to be awkward trying to explain to the others why there’s traces of platonic/romantic intimacy (your pick) in the fucking showers.

- … Let alone why some of the candles look suspiciously like sticks of dynamite.

- “Eh, I ran out of candles and em’ too lazy to get me ass to the store. The rest are just Delayed-Dynamite I bought from mann co a year ago. Don’t worry, we have aroun’ an hour before dey explode!” God you hate him so much sometimes. But you trust his profession in explosive devices and decide to risk it. If all else fails you’ll both just respawn and you’ll beat the shit out of him. No biggie! (Also that dynamite sounds really unhelpful.. No wonder he never used it.)

- Falls asleep in the shower with you on his lap. Usually he snores but he’s dead quiet this time with a big smile on his face. He seems quite content with this. Although you’re the one who has to snuff out the dynamite in time.

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Engineer:

- He obviously won’t show it, but he’s really timid and embarrassed about this. The moment you both get in, you’re squished against the wall by his massive tummy. Like actually suffocating. This particular shower is way too small for two people.

- “Sorry, pardner.” He says, so unsympathetically that he practically radiates it. In truth his shyness immediately faded when he realized he had the upper hand in the situation. He had a grin on his face as he watched you struggle to grab the soap. Jesus, even his manboobs were obstacles. You wondered how this guy didn’t just crush people on the battlefield by sitting on them.

- “See here, now..” He adjusts his mechanical hand, making sure it was still working — even under the water. He grabbed the soap and began soaping up a loofah. “Guess you’ll just have to watch me, instead. Huh?” He teased. His soft spoken voice made it sound more like he was teasing a small newborn puppy for falling on its back, though. Good luck trying to move around, let alone convince him you’ll wash him.

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Heavy:

- LITERALLY SUFFOCATES YOU TO DEATH LIKE ENGINEER BUT MORE PAINFUL

- You’re half wondering if you’re actually going to die from this or break the tile wall. Heavy just stares down at your poor body — that you SWEAR is being mangled right now. “Little teddy bear is too small for Heavy.” He grumbles, shoving his body into you to see your panicked squeaks.

- It doesn’t help that he’s actually incredibly muscular. All of that isn’t fat. It’s pure. fucking. bear. He moves back a bit after getting his fill of enjoyment and you touch his chest with your hands for the first time. Realizing it was rock solid. How did you not notice this before?

- His soft monster-like breathing was calming and evened out your own. It was like you were washing a sleeping dragon. You’re slightly disappointed he’s not a huge werewolf. But regardless, he was calm very often and you weren’t. This closeness and intense heat from the shower was making you sleepy.

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Pyro:

- Literally refuses. good job trying to get them in. You have to be a SUPER trustworthy friend/partner of many years before you come to this point.

- Even then, after they take a shower they enjoy a nice hot bath to unwind. It’s incredibly relaxing to lay on their chubby belly and allow yourself to take in the heat. They like their bathes EXTREMELY hot by the way. Might as well be boiling themselves. Luckily it doesn’t seem to be killing you or causing third degree burns, so it’s not boiling.

- When you wash them, make sure to rub their belly. They’ll practically melt at the touch. Maybe even almost fall asleep. Don’t forget to slap their belly like a drum. Produces nice sound. You NEED to do this. This is a threat.

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Sniper:

- Yes, this man does shower regularly. Dear god. You people are degenerates. He is NOT smelly stinky. Professionals have standards.

- Gets extremely touchy feely with you. As you trace his chest scars he flinches for a second but then sighs. You explore his body whilst soaping him up. Every little part of him is free for touching. On his back are many, many scars from spies that the respawn machine didn’t quite heal. You touch those sensitive areas to test the waters (pun intended.) and he nearly takes a huge chunk out of your shoulder by almost biting you.

- But feeling your comforting touch.. And your fingers carefully gliding over the sensitive areas, he trusts you to treat them well. You are so close to him you can practically feel his breath on your face and smell his pleasant aftershave. “Goood..” He growls. He drags his compliment and his voice makes you shiver. It’s like your ears are orgasming.

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Medic:

- He is unbelievably stubborn at first, but the moment you try and respect his wishes and leave, he goes “WAIT.” Yeah, fucking figures. You get in the shower with him and he’s trying to be stoic and distant most of the time. He feels exposed and it’s making him feel conflicted. Medic is dominate, protective by nature due to his difficult past. He feels a need to be in control of this situation entirely.

- He gets grumpy when you insist on washing him and reverses the situation. Instead opting to take care of you instead. He’s no stranger to massages. (Please don’t ask him about the time he had to check people bare naked when he still had his medical license.) And he’s really experienced in knowing all the right places. Instructing you in an incredibly professional manner to turn around, lift an arm and whatnot.

- The moment he goes to your stomach, he says quietly “Did you know that all your intestines are moving around in there like a snake right now? Ohh.. I’d love to feel the texture of them.” He presses his hand on your lower half, sad that it isn’t possible without cutting you open. He hums contently as he feels around where your lungs and heart would be. Counting every single second you breathe in and out.

- For some reason you feel like you’re being examined and breathe deeper breaths on instinct. Which only furthers his pleasure. “I want to be close..” His voice is barely audible. You swear he’s whispering this repeatedly. “I want to be close, I want to be close.. I want to be close.” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you to death like a plush doll. “I want to be close, I want to be close!” He’s beginning to sound a little frustrated. As if he wanted to be one with you in some way.

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Spy:

- He’s so used to sexual favors that he mistakes this as some sort of sexual intimacy at first. Taken aback when he realizes it’s just casual affection. He’s not used to people loving him for merely existing. He always has to be in somebody’s pants or he feels useless to said person.

- Refuses to take his mask off. It’s sopping wet. You look at his pitiful state with love in your eyes. He scoffs at you “Oh look, somebody who doesn’t have to hide their identity because they don’t have literal mafias, big name criminals, and government officials tailing them.. How very wonderful.” He’ll take it off for the hair wash but you have to close your eyes while doing it, otherwise he threatens to cut you. (Hah. Bullshit. He won’t.)

- Very quiet most of the time. Little speak. His touch is delicate and focused, rubbing your back as you wash his big chest. For somebody who folds like a piece of paper on the battlefield against enemy pyros, he’s certainly strong compared to you.

- You feel something gently poke at your back. Freezing in place, you eye the sliver object behind you. Low and behold there’s spy’s butterfly knife. He can’t seem to get intimate without pulling that thing out and doing casual knife play with you. No matter who you are to him; he’ll twirl the knife behind you on your skin. So delicate that he doesn’t pierce your skin at all. He does this often as a game of trust. Eager to see if you’ll shrink away or not. In fear of what he truly is. Weapons will always be a part of him.

[cabinofimagines]

Tradition

I know we said to request only platonic stuff but I could not help myself. Therefore, requested by me to myself, I am writing a romantic poly!solangelo fic. They keep coming and they don't stop coming- Pairing: Will Solace x reader x Nico di Angelo, Poly!Solangelo x reader Request: none Word count: 1.6k Warnings: None! -Asnyox

A lot of demigods have lost people and places dear to them, it was nothing new for a lot of the faces you saw during the holidays. Yet, it was hard to get used to losing things. 

You missed the time you spent at home. Of course, you loved camp, you loved your friends, but every time the holidays came around you felt homesick to a place you would never return to. The worst part was remembering the specific traditions you used to have with your parent - and knowing that you wouldn’t get to do those this year again. You often go through this period fine, a little high strung sometimes but with your friends, and boyfriends, on your side you would get distracted enough to only get sad when you’re alone. 

And it felt wrong to celebrate the holidays without your traditions, it felt weird to bring up your traditions and it was simply hard to communicate what you wanted. Maybe you wanted to be back home, never having known demigod life, or maybe you just wanted a hug and baked a specific recipe you used to make every year, or see your living room decorated specifically like it used to be. 

Either way, the holidays come and go every year and it seems that today was simply the day that your brain decided to be sad and homesick. Thus, you figured you would just spend some time wallowing in your misery on your own instead of bringing down the general mood around camp. Maybe a part of your reasoning was that the more happy atmosphere of camp would simply make you sadder and feel worse. 

However, your boyfriend seemed to have a different idea. You see, your sour mood around the holidays didn’t go unnoticed by your lovers, as you seemed to close off a little more each day from them. Nico especially wanted to make the holidays a bit special. In the previous years, before he stayed at camp year round, the holidays had always been tinted by grief and sadness. He barely remembered how he used to celebrate when his mother and Bianca were still around, but Will and you had slowly been giving him new hope. Perhaps, with the two of you on his side, he could slowly move on, and one of the steps he wanted to take was to rejuvenate his energy around Christmas. Therefore he had made some plans for the three of you.

“I’m not really in the mood to go out today, Nico.” you looked away from your boyfriend, “I’m sorry,” 

“Please?” Nico wasn’t one to beg, but he really wanted to spend time with you, “Will’s already in my cabin.” he offered as he held out his hand to you.

“I don’t want to bring your mood down,” you explained, but you slowly took his hand anyway, unable to tell him no. 

“That’s fine,” Nico grinned a little, “If there is anyone who would bring the mood down it would be me and you know it.” Then his face flushed a little, “besides, it wouldn’t be the holidays without my family.” 

“Your family?” you asked before, softly, “oh,” Your heart stammered, he had meant you and Will as his family, you looked at him fondly, “I love you, Nico.” You stepped closer before softly sharing a kiss with him.

When you finally entered the Hades cabin you didn’t notice much to be off. Will was laying on Nico’s bed, with his feet still on the floor. You sat next to him, putting your hand on his hair. Will smiled at you. 

“Nico got you out of your cabin?” Will asked, grabbing the hand that was on his hair and pressing a kiss to the palm as you hummed. 

“He had some rather good arguments,” you elaborated, “like loving me, and loving you.” 

“I didn’t take for our sunshine to be a poet,” Will sat up as Nico sat down beside him. They kissed softly, “But your talents are uncountable,” Will finished his sentence as he broke away. Nico had a blush on his face as he stared at his boyfriend. 

As you sat there for a moment in silence you realized that for a moment the never ending sadness you had felt the past few days had gone, chased away by simply being near your boyfriends. Perhaps you should note down that your loved ones would make you feel better, as much as loved ones could also make you ache. You shuffled your body closer to Will’s, and felt his warmth against your side. 

“So what’s the plan?” You asked, looking at Nico as he came out of his little daze. 

“Well, I thought maybe,” he hesitated for a second, the slightest sliver of doubt in his mind, “that we might celebrate the holidays with the three of us. As in, we make our own tradition?” he suggested, and Will nodded slowly. 

“My mom and I used to write each other small poems,” Will said, “Or I guess songs, sort of, each year.” Will then smiled softly, “Well, we still do. She sends them in the mail and I use Hermes Express to get mine wherever she is. It’s a small way we communicate. Although, the three of us don’t have to do that, it’s honestly a bit private for me.” Will admitted. 

“Did you have any traditions, Nico?” You asked. 

Nico shrugged slowly, “I don’t remember a lot, and never really had a celebration since coming to camp.” Then he flushed slightly, “I used to go to McDonalds, and simply get a festive meal.” 

“Festive?” Will poked Nico’s side, “What, do they add Christmas lights to it?” Nico shook his head. 

“No, but the people there,” he sighed, “I suppose I just sought out the energy, okay?”

“You’re cute,”  you told him, leaning over Will to kiss Nico’s cheek. On your way back Will grabbed your cheek and pressed a kiss to it.  

“What about you?” Will let your face go. You thought about it for a moment, but it didn’t take long  as you had been sitting with these feelings for a while. 

“There wasn’t much outside the standard things-” you sighed, “I suppose for us what mattered most was to spend the time together.” after another beat you resumed, “I mean, we always made a dessert together but the recipe changed every year,” you laughed at the memory, “we really should’ve written it down somewhere. I don’t even remember the name.” 

Nico perked up a little, “Do you remember the ingredients?” but you shook your head. 

“I only remember the taste when the nectar tastes like it,” You leaned on Will’s shoulder, “Which isn’t always.” 

“Well, we can just bake a different dessert each year until we find it, starting now.” Will suggested and you rolled your eyes, “That would take ages,” you objected, but Nico ignored you.

“Where will we bake?” Nico asked, “Last time I checked anything that could serve as a kitchen here is a bit off-limits.”

“I’m pretty sure Leo can give us something to work with.” Will said, and you felt the trembles of his voice through his chest. 

“What, he’ll let us bake on top of him? He’ll lay still for twenty minutes?” You joked. 

“No, we’ll lock him in a small, metal box until the food is cooked,” Nico said and you laughed. 

Nonetheless, after you made your way to Bunker Nine it only took Leo half an hour to have a baking station set up, with the condition that he would also get a part of the dessert. 

“And kisses?” He puckered his lips, and as you stepped towards him, Nico was faster, pressing a rock he had on hand to Leo’s mouth. Leo backed away, as he grimaced. 

“Hey! That’s unhygienic!” he objected, but Nico just smiled widely. 

“I dunno, stones are rather tasty if you ask me.” Nico put the rock on the table.

“Yeah, you need minerals in your diet Leo.” Will chimed in from next to you. Leo looked unimpressed as he waved you off. 

“I’ll be somewhere on the other side working on Festus, just make sure to call me when your dessert is ready.” 

And as you had limited resources - even Leo couldn’t magic all the ingredients from his workshop, and the Stolls only had a small stash of possibilities (that you could afford) - the dessert you made was rather simple. But that didn’t matter, even though for sure it was not what you used to make, it was special. Not perfect, and it still hurt, but keeping your traditions, carrying them over to your new life, it was special. And you knew you would keep doing it - keep carrying that which you got taught by previous family and friends, all because you loved them and they loved you. You’ll unconsciously carry them with you, their deeds and only when you miss them will you notice the print they left on you. But for now, keeping traditions from nostalgic times was all you needed to remember that even if there are people you no longer can meet, they will always stay with you. 

[teamatsumu]

was i meant to love you? (last part)

pairing: miya osamu x reader

summary: the kanji on your arm says miya atsumu’s name. but every fiber of your being is in love with his twin brother.

word count: 1501

warnings: swearing, some angst, happy ending

tags: @hadukada @utopiamiroh @angstylittleb1tch @sassycheesecake @i-have-no-life-charlie @tsukiran-blog @mommyourcall420 @ak-aaa-li @ti-mame @ellesalazar @seijaelee @hiraethwa

a/n: this is so late im so sorry writers block is a little bitch but omg this is the last part! I hope you all like it xx

previous part // series masterlist

The living room was hardly silent, between the sitcom playing on TV and Atsumu’s incredibly loud chewing, but it still felt like the air was thick and still around you. You were sure it was just you, and not Atsumu who felt this way. It likely had to do with your apprehension, trying to prepare yourself for the topic at hand. You remembered Osamu’s words, drawing confidence from his encouragement. You tried to revise in your head how to approach this, but your bravery was failing you.

How the hell were you supposed to tell your soulmate that you weren’t in love with him?

Osamu’s platonic soulmates theory didn’t sound all too convincing to you, but hearing that it came from Kita did give you some confidence. You were sure Kita would never put forth an idea that he didn’t consider to have merit. So maybe there was some weight to his words. You were still on the fence though. It all depended on what Atsumu had to say about it.

Speaking of, you watched Atsumu slurp down his ramen like it was his last meal on earth, and you could empathize with him. His routine was grueling. A lot went into being a pro athlete, much more than you could have anticipated. You almost felt bad for springing this on him after a tiring day when he was trying to wind down. But you didn’t exactly have any other opportunity for it.

You cleared your throat and shifted in place, turning so you were facing Atsumu instead of the TV. He turned to look at you, slurping up a noodle dangling from his mouth before licking his lips and giving you a look.

“I need to talk to you about something.” You fidgeted with your fingers, unable to look him in the eye. Atsumu seemed to freeze, leaning forward to place his bowl on the coffee table before facing you and giving you his full attention. Somehow that made it harder for you to get the words out. Your mouth opened and closed like a dumb goldfish. Several moments passed.

Atsumu’s hand landed on top of your own, halting the nervous movements of your fingers. You closed your eyes, feeling a sudden wave of shame wash over you.

“Just say it.” He spoke gently, as if understanding the turmoil going on in your head. You looked up at him, at the calming brown of his eyes and the soft curl of his mouth, and you felt yourself tear up.

“You don’t deserve this.” You breathed, shaking your head. “I can’t do this to you. I’m a horrible person.”

His lip ticked up in a little smile. “Ya gotta give me more than that, babe. I have no idea what yer talkin’ about.”

“I don’t-” You felt the words pour out of you like vomit. “I don’t think I love you. Not like I should. And it’s tearing me apart because I care for you so much and Osamu told me about this thing called platonic soulmates which sounds like bullshit, I know, but it explains the way I’m feeling! But sometimes I just feel like I’m a bad person and this is my way of justifying it-”

“Wait-”

“And I do love you. So much Tsumu, you’re my closest friend and you understand me so well but I don’t feel it romantically at all, which is so fucked up-”

“Hey!” You stopped short, staring at the man before you with teary eyes. You expected him to look horrified. Maybe confused. Definitely hurt. But all you saw was amusement.

“Ya gotta cool it.” He grinned, running a hand through your hair while the other squeezed yours comfortingly.

“S-sorry.” You choked out, sniffling a bit.

Atsumu sighed, staring down at your joined hands. The moment was silent except your wet sniffles, and the very low volume of the TV playing in the background. You watched as Atsumu smiled a bit.

“I’m relieved.” He spoke up, and you blinked at his words. “I always thought I was a fuckin’ asshole, ya know? ‘Cause yer so beautiful and a great person. But kissing ya was kinda painful.”

You gasped. “Hey!”

“Yer telling me the thought of layin’ a smooch on me didn’t make ya wanna barf?” Atsumu retaliated, and you fell silent, still sneering. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head.

“What did ya say it was called?”

“Platonic soulmates.”

Atsumu hummed. “Makes sense. Yer my best friend.”

You smiled at that, squeezing his hand. “And you’re mine.”

When he opened his arms, you fell into them, reveling in his embrace. Somehow, it felt ten times better than any time you had hugged him. You figured it had to do with the fact that your chronic guilt was not bothering you anymore. You buried your face in Atsumu’s neck.

“I love ya.”

“I love you, too.”

A bout of silence.

“But not like that.”

You let out a laugh. “I get it, Tsumu.”

“Just wanted ta make it clear.”

“Shut up.”

And he did. You smiled and settled into him, feeling lighter than you had in years.

……………………

When Osamu saw the look on Atsumu’s face, he immediately froze. He knew, in that instant, that you had talked to his brother. He just knew Atsumu too well to not know any change in his demeanor. And his demeanor had definitely changed. Except it wasn’t the change he was expecting.

Atsumu looked more relaxed. Happier, even? Maybe that was going too far. But then his twin was grinning up at him and settling into a stool in front of the counter, and Osamu could no longer ignore the spring in his step.

“What’s got ya so preppy?” He tested, trying not to build up his hope. Atsumu grinned.

“I just got answers ta some really old questions.” He replied, and Osamu raised an eyebrow.

“Wanna tell me what yer talkin’ about?”

And Atsumu did, sounding jovial, and with a light tone. Osamu stayed rock still as he spoke, unable to believe that Atsumu too had felt this way his whole life. He was almost shocked that he had missed such a huge part of his brother’s feelings, but it was overshadowed by the kindling of hope in his chest at the prospect that he could actually be with the girl he loved.

So when Atsumu had stopped talking, and Osamu had served him a plate of fresh Onigiri, he worked up the courage to drop another bomb on his twin. One that was arguably worse than the Platonic Soulmates one.

“Tsumu,” he began. “What do ya think about her datin’…. someone else?”

“Hm?” Atsumu looked up at his brother. “Why? She like someone?”

Osamu nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. He finally let the words leave his mouth.

“M-me.”

Atsumu stopped eating then, eyes meeting Osamu’s. Osamu felt like he was holding his breath, heart racing.

“I like her too. Uh, it’s- I’ve liked her for a while. Didn’t do anythin’ for obvious reasons, ya know.”

Atsumu sighed, turning back to his plate. He bit into another rice ball.

“What is this? Kimchi mayo? It’s real good.”

Osamu blinked, trying to fight off his incredulity in favor of staring down his brother.

“Are ya for real?”

Atsumu rolled his eyes. “Samu, ‘m not really shocked. It’s pretty obvious ya got a thing for her. And I don’t have anything with her at all, so if ya wanna date, go ahead.”

Then he gave Osamu a lopsided grin, and Osamu felt like everything in the universe had just fallen into place.

“Ya better not break her heart though. She’s still my soulmate.”

Osamu’s smile was genuine. His relief was immense. He felt almost stupid with joy at that point. And he realized he gave Atsumu far less credit than his due. His brother had just stumped him completely, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

“I won’t.”

………………….

Your and Osamu’s first kiss wasn’t anything to write home about. It was at a train station, rushed and messy, so quick that you almost didn’t feel it. It was immediately followed by a feeling of regret, panic and guilt. Something you both wanted so bad, but couldn’t have. So forbidden that it broke your heart into pieces.

Your second kiss was the exact opposite in every single way. Everything that had broken your heart seemed to mend now. Heart and stomachs both full after the wonderful date you had just been on, when Osamu finally leaned down to press his lips on yours. It felt like every fiber of your body had been pulled taut and then released, and your hands felt shaky as you finally allowed them to run over his body. His own grip was worryingly tight, arms enveloping you completely, not that you minded. You reveled in the feeling of his mouth, hoping you never stopped kissing him. Hoping he never let you go.

The kiss did end. But he never let you go.

[neevblanc]

„curious” ♡

a/n —hey all! hope ur doin' well, drink water if you haven't! have this as a treat. it's 2k and some more but i cant be bothered to check for specifics. (p.s sorry if the tarot aspects of this are wonky! i did my best to research and i pulled reference from my sister's experience with tarot cards/reading.)

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Dazai Osamu x GN!reader

Tags— 22/ada dazai, flirting?, pre-slash, don't question why reader's given a key, reader works under ango but he's also they're dad figure, it's a whole thing, mentions of sskk though not explicitly platonic or romantic, take that as you wish, dazai's infuriating habit of burying feelings and then one day he'll die

CW/TW— dazai. (/j, none i can think of.)

note — reader's ability in this is based on one that my friend chose for our self-ship au. "Teacher of Truth by Saneatsu Mushanokoji: The user can employ tarot cards to gain insight into the past, current, and possible future situations. The user needs to know what each of the cards mean in order to properly interpret what they say." it's from a post on tumblr, but I couldn't find it for the life of me! i'll credit if i can. anyway, it's been tweaked a little so i'm here to explain. in this, reader can choose to use their ability during a reading or not, but the tarot cards are always personal to them. people they know will sometimes show in the cards if they're important to them.

The next time Dazai sees you, it’s well before the ADA opens for the day. He’d admittedly had a rough night—sleep evaded him like always, and he hadn’t had dinner because of his own laziness. His futon was impossibly comfy. How was he meant to part with its loving warmth?

The Door to the agency creaks open, the sound not unlike the groan of the cafe floorboards only steps away. One of Dazai’s favorite activities was purposely seeking out the creaky floorboards and dancing on them so loud Kunikida would have to berate him, of course. He was intimately familiar with the annoying sounds this old building could make.

The office is darker than during working hours, but he notices the meager amount of lights still switched on. Distantly, he knows Kunikida would’ve blown a gasket about the electric bill if he had found them still on. He takes a step into the room-

Something rustles. Downstairs, an old radio plays a song he does not recognize. Pigeons flutter and coo from outside the window.

Somebody was in the agency, and had it been any of his fellow detectives, he’d have known.

“Hmmm, what’s this,” he mutters absently, volume low enough to alert whoever it was had decided to trespass.

”Dazai-san?” a soft voice calls, and Dazai pauses for a moment. A short, hollow sound follows—cards shuffling. He bites the inside of his cheek. How curious.

”Last I checked, you don’t clock in with the rest of us measly agents. Surely Ango’s fuming by now?” He hums, stepping into view of you. you’re sat at Atsushi’s desk, bag perched on top of Atsushi’s empty report trays. Dazai almost smirks at the sight— silly Atsushi, always rushing to complete everything in a timely manner. One day, he’d get him to turn them in later, hopefully months later- like he did.

”Hm, no. I clocked in earlier, but Ango wanted me over here early. Something about a mission I have to hand over to Fukuzawa-dono. I got a key from him last time, so I just let myself in.” you explained. Dazai pulled his own chair out and collapsed into it, peering down at what your hands were busying themselves with.

He realizes they’re tarot cards. Thick and sturdy under your fingers, you set them up neatly in front of yourself. The backs are a matte purple, decorated with silver details that glint as the sunrise light hits them for just a fraction of a second. The illustrations seem to flicker with movement, almost like snapshots of time shifting through an old camera, frame after frame.

”What’s got you so busy?” he asks, exaggeratingly leaning over to look at the cards. You laugh and smile, expression wobbly. He notes the change. You briefly shake out the bracelet laying on your wrist, almost nervously. You lay the last card on the desk’s surface. Atsushi’s cute cat clock ticks from where it’s placed near his report trays.

“I do readings for the day early in the morning, just in case. Sometimes, I don’t even use my ability.” You explain, keeping your voice low so as not to break the morning peace. Dazai glances at the cat clock. Soon, the secretaries and Kunikida will clock in and begin their work day. He focuses back on you and grins, intrigued.

“Anxious, then? I guess the ability to see the future will do that to ‘ya.” Dazai sighed, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand. He was content to watch you finish setting the cards down in a formation he admittedly did not understand.

” What does that one mean?” he says, pointing to one of the cards. Its flickering surface shows a woman with mint-colored hair pulled up into a bun. Behind her, there’s a black mass, and she seems to be standing in a graveyard. There are two Xs at the top of the card. You redirect your attention to the card he’s hovering his finger over and smile.

”That’s Judgment—renewal, reflection, awakening, or reckoning. For a personal reading, it would mean going through a period of self-evaluation or maybe even trying to understand the people around you and your situation more.” You explain, seemingly done with the spread and setting down the other cards nearby. Dazai purses his lips.

”Sounds gloomy. Lame!” He huffs, upset by his choice. you gasp and narrow your eyes.

”Don’t call them lame! You’ll piss them off, Dazai.” You hiss, smacking him on the arm. Dazai grins and leans closer, smile growing coy.

”Really now? And how exactly does one do that?” Dazai prods. You stick your tongue out and cross your arms.

“Not telling. Now shut up and let me do my reading.” You grumble, eyes flicking over the cards. Dazai whines and throws himself forward, almost shoving you off of Atsushi’s chair.

”Dude!” You yelp, hands scrambling to grasp his coat as he rights himself. Dazai grabs you by the shoulders and shakes, intent on being the biggest possible nuisance.

”That’s boring! Do your reading laterrrr; it won’t matter, right? Ne- do a reading for me! I wanna know my future,” He begs, grinning. You blink and scowl, pushing him away.

”First off, it would matter. Doing a reading later would be a completely different outcome. Just wait. All I have to do is interpret these. I’ll do yours after.” You grumble, adjusting their sleeves and settling back into the chair. Dazai harrumphs but settles into his own chair to watch you silently read the cards.

You focus back on the cards, and Dazai settles himself by watching you idly. You’re dressed in what you always wear to work, but it’s casual enough to know doubt have been breaking the dress code had you not been working under Ango for so long.  There’s a small scrunch to your nose as you focus on your task, and Dazai can spot how you run your tongue over your teeth in thought. Dazai looks away pointedly. Taking a few breaths, he forcibly clears his mind. How odd.

”Okay, done.” You hum, straightening and starting to pick up the cards. He shifts so his whole body is faced toward you. You take gentle care of the cards, putting them back into the deck.

”Why do they flicker like that? You aren’t using your ability,” he asks, curious about the shifting images on the cards. You shrug.

”Don’t know. It happens no matter what deck I use, though I prefer using this one. The images just shift into the same ones most of the time, though some have changed over time.” You explain, shuffling the cards. Dazai reaches out and hovers over your hand before poking the back of it gently. You let him despite knowing the outcome.

The images on the cards still lying on the table flicker, completely uninterrupted, even as Dazai feels the shiver of his ability eating away at yours. He hums and pulls away. He hadn’t been paying attention when he jostled you earlier, but you were right- they were unaffected.

”Strange, but not unheard of. Some ability effects aren’t considered active enough for my ability to erase.” Dazai says, allowing you to continue. you finish and present him with the deck, pulling away when he goes to take them.

”Don’t be mean to them. They’ll be mean to you. You can’t even think anything negative; they’ll know. You’re gonna cut the deck in 3, okay? We’ll do a simple reading.” you explain, and only once Dazai agrees (crosses his heart and hopes to die!) is he gently handed the cards.

”What do you want to read? We can focus on love, or money, or your career, things like that.” You say. Dazai ponders for a moment before sniffing, mouth settled into a pompous pout.

”I want to know if someone will finally be interested in a double suicide with me.” He huffs. You scoff.

”You’re insane. Okay, so love. Think about that while you cut them.” You nod, giving him the go-ahead. He runs his fingers over the well-loved edges and slots his thumbs through the deck where it feels right, setting the individual cuts down on the desk before them. He tries to take it as seriously as possible, though thinking about love has always made him squirm and itch beneath his skin.

You reach over once he’s done and clear your throat, carefully picking the top cards on each deck and laying them out in front of him. On the left, the first card flipped is a wheel, seemingly in the sky and surrounded by clouds. The clouds float by calmly, though Dazai can’t find anything particularly personal to you the way some of the other cards would show.

It’s made a little more difficult considering the card’s orientation- upside down.

You hum at it before moving on. The card in the middle is revealed, and this one piques his interest. He grins a little at the image. Two figures hold goblets in their hands, strings of power rising from the cups and meeting above their heads to form a Yin and Yang sign. The figures are startingly familiar- one dark-haired, the other light-haired. Accents in their hair match each other, silver and black clashing and melding nicely. This one’s facing right-side up. The image flickers to show the energy that swirls around, occasionally circling their respective holders.

The last one flicks onto the wooden desk with a hollow sound. The image is soft, not unlike the first one with the blue sky. A sun takes up the upper half, rays pronounced against the sky. Ttheire’s a little kid in the illustration, their beaming face scrunched up in happiness. There’s a flag clutched in one hand, with the other gripping onto the mane of the white horse they’re perched upon. Sunflowers frame them, peaking over the illustrated garden wall behind them.

It’s an endlessly endearing picture, and from the smile, he has a feeling he knows who it is. Like the last one, it’s right-side up.

You settle your chin against your palm, leaning on the table with a hum.

”That’s….a really nice reading, actually.” You move to point at the cards. Dazai sits patiently with his hands on his lap. Nothing more fascinating than seeing someone in their element, he supposed.

”That first one is The Wheel of Fortune. Upside down, it’s a little darker. It represents your past,” you pause, looking at him for a moment. “I think for you, it’s focused on the feeling of helplessness—lack of power or control…like you had love but couldn’t control how and when you lost it,” you say, your voice soft. Dazai fights to ignore the discomfort building in his throat.

”Well, what can I say? My dark past haunts me,” he bemoans, and you huff a soft laugh. You move on to the next card- the cups. You look a little embarrassed by this one.

”This one is the present. Two cups represent…well, partnership. More specifically, the realization of a new partnership. This one can be pretty romantic. I guess you’ve got something to look forward to soon,” you say, pointedly ignoring the images of his two kohais. He grins, sparing you of the teasing. He didn’t know how well you even knew Akutagawa- but it was amusing to see everyone could see what those two denied vehemently.

”The last one is the future. You got The Sun, which is actually really sweet.” Through your embarrassment, Dazai watches a sweet smile grow on your face. He matches it easily.

“It means joy and success, for you in particular. It means…whatever or whoever your two cups is for, you’ll be very happy together.” You say, and Dazai sighs wistfully.

”Maybe someone will finally want to commit suicide with me! This news might keep me alive a day longer just yet,” Dazai coos. You groan and take a deep breath, seemingly ignoring him as you duck your head down and then start to put the cards back.

”You better hope you didn’t piss this deck off, Dazai.” you huff, glaring. Dazai pouts, cradling his face in his hands.

“What?! I followed all your rules; I would never,” he whines. You flip him off and busily tuck the cards into a soft leather pouch. He lets his hands drop and watches for a moment.

”Thanks for the reading,” Dazai says, his voice back to normal. You glance at him and smile.

”Yeah, no problem. It’s nice to read without my ability once in a while,” you admit, expression soft. He grins. Something stirs in his chest.

”You can read me whenever you want, lovely.” He purrs jokingly. You startle, flushing. You glare and kick him with your foot.

”Don’t say shit like that,” you mutter. Dazai whines out a laugh, having settled on teasing you until he could see the smoke coming out your ears.

Before he could continue, the door creaks open, and the overhead lights flick on. Multiple people come shuffling in, and Dazai can hear Kunikida conversing lowly with Fukuzawa. The secretaries also file in, chattering contently amongst themselves. Fukuzawa and Kunkida pause only to greet them both. you wave politely, and Dazai salutes them both.

you blink your eyes to adjust to the light now flooding the room. Dazai huffs and stands with a groan.

”Alright, I’ve got five minutes to get out of here. You’ll be going in to see Shachou, right?” He asks, stretching. you stand and nod, giving him a look.

”Where are you going?” you ask, picking up your bag. He groans at the way his back pops as he rights himself from his stretching.

”Home. I only came here 'cause I was bored. But in the long run, it’ll be a lot funnier if Kunikida’s mad all morning when I don’t show up~” He snickers. you shake your head, a smile pulling at your mouth.

“You’re so lame. See you, then.” You sighed, heading down the hall Kunikida and Fukuzawa had disappeared down.

”And yet you love me. ‘Till we meet again,” he calls, pointedly ignoring the yell you let out.

”Whatever!” you yelped, and Dazai let the agency door click closed behind him.

He grins. Curious indeed.

note — can you tell i love brothers! atsushi and dazai? also, the woman in Judgement is Mizuki Tsujimura, who I headcanon is pretty good friends with reader in this one. :) please let me know if there are any pronoun inconsistencies! this was originally written with she/her pronouns, and i did my best to fix it to match the gender neutral style i like to use for tumblr stuffs.

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— 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭 — (multiple x fem!reader) | 2

pairing: avatar women x fem!human!reader

tags: just the lovely women taking care of the reader during her period, can be seen as platonic/romantic (except tuk because it's strictly platonic)

warnings: nooooone

a/n: kiri, tuk, and tsireya are aged up! this is for the women characters since i don't want it to be too long. for the avatar men version, click here. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.1k

neytiri

learned human anatomy from grace when the school was running

met you when you came in with jake sully

you were around her age. she was 19 and you were 20

being a scientist like grace, you had an avatar ready for you like how jake used his twin’s avatar

when you’re out of your avatar, you tend to forget that you still get your period

like jake (when he’s an avatar), she can smell whenever your period is near

she’d ask grace what you like during your period and does her best to make you feel as comfortable as you can

she’d do anything to make you smile

she’d take the pain away if she can but she can’t so the next best thing she does is make you feel comfortable as much as she can

whether you like it or not, she will bring you food and uses that oxygen mask just so she can stay with you (even if she hates the lab and other sky people)

many many woven clothes for you to wear both for your avatar and your little human self

rests her head on your abdomen and litters kisses on them from time to time

calls you sweet nicknames in na’vi language

kiri

like her brothers, she knows about human anatomy because of their dad and because you’re her friend

she thinks periods are stupid and why should you women on earth get them

you explained that it’s related to getting pregnant

boooooo na’vi women don’t have to bleed just cause they didn’t get pregnant

I KNOW I’M JEALOUS OF YOU ALL

would laugh at your misery (not in a mean way but it’s just to lighten your mood) but she’d help you as best as she can

being a tsahik-in-training, she brings you soothing creams and gives you these small homemade medicines to lessen the pain

BEST MASSAGES I SWEAR

weaves you blankets to keep you warm because you always feel a lot colder when you have your period

would feel bad when the pain is too unbearable to the point of you sometimes crying

ears flat on her head as she held you in her arms as you cried your pain out

she would rock you to sleep as best as she can

even if you complain that you’re not a baby and why was she treating you like one

she shushes you and tells you to go to sleep

tuk (platonic)

when you first got your period, she was SUPER confused as to why you were bleeding

like her brothers, she was confused as to why you were suddenly bleeding one day

cries for her mom and dad that y/n was dying and bleeding

jake laughed and explained to his youngest that human girls like you get their periods and it’s a normal thing

HOW CAN BLEEDING BE A NORMAL THING

jake then gives his youngest a small lecture on human anatomy and tuk was like

ooooohhhhh that’s kinda stupid

she’s really kiri’s sister. she spends too much time with her older sister that she’s becoming a mini kiri

anywhos

she would ask any of her older siblings to come to help her get food for you

like fish or meat, she asks for neteyam to help her

but for fruits, she gets them herself

makes little bracelets and teaches you how to make some

cries when you cry

the babies cry

she sleeps beside you as much as she can before neytiri picks her up and jake fixes your position in bed before leaving you a kiss on the forehead and they leave the lab

tuk would come running back when she woke up back home

no one is taking her away from her best friend ESPECIALLY when her friend needs her

ronal

she didn’t give two shits when you got your period one day

why should she? you were the same species as those who were hurting pandora

but seeing you uncomfortable throughout the day and seeing you physically try to lessen the pain, maybe a little help won’t hurt

she would leave some soothing paste by the entrance of your pod (you’re wearing an oxygen mask) and leave as quickly as she visited

would watch you from afar and have her kids be the ones giving you the things she made for you

since she was still not that fond of humans, she doesn’t give any physical affection

but maybe, if you prove to her that she’s wrong with her assumptions

then maybe, just maybe, she can be a bit physically affectionate toward you

tsireya

the sweetest girl out there fr fr

when she learned that you humans get periods, she immediately tries to find ways to ‘stop them’

but when you explained that it can only stop when women get either pregnant or become old, she was bummed

like c’mon, there must be another way for it to stop

she doesn’t want you getting hurt but you explained that it’s the side effects of it and you can’t really stop it

but that doesn’t stop her from doing her best to help y/n out as best as she can

the best medicine and soothing cream only for y/n to use

weaving warm blankets for y/n since being near the ocean makes it really really cold at night

gives the best best bEST hugs fr fr

need her to be with you the whole day? she will stay with you for as long as you want her to be

she won’t leave you unless she has something to do

grace augustine

going with grace to pandora was the best decision you did

although everything was new, you didn’t mind the new surroundings so long as grace and you were together

since arriving in pandora, your period became irregular because of stress from the travel and just in general getting used to everything

grace was there all throughout as you were to her

but soon enough, everything became normal again and you two sync up with it

when you feel that your period is getting close, you tell grace and you two stock up on pads

she cooks for you and makes you your favorite drinks

you give her massages (she loves them so much)

when one becomes very emotional, the other lets them go take a rest the whole day

when you’re in your room the whole day, she brings you pandora samples like flowers or fruits and explains to you what they are

she brings you some fruits that are edible for humans to eat

cuddles at night are a must for the two of you. neither of you two goes to sleep without the other

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.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. Your eyes .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

♡ Synopsis: When you lock eyes with your soulmate the world appears in color; What happens when you lock eyes with Kuroo while at work.

♡ Characters: Kuroo, Y/N

♡ Possible Warnings: Mentions of food

♡ Words: 2K

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Fireflies. Lightning bugs. Whatever you want to call them, they still glow in response. As a child it’s all you looked forward to in the hot summer evenings. When the sun would go down enough to not leave beads of sweat cascading down your neck but still up enough that you could see the grass. You wished you could see the color they glowed but, not unlike most you had yet to find your soulmate.

Sometimes if distressed you more than others. You couldn’t have a favorite color when nothing had one. How could you live like this your whole life? Your parents would console you by describing the colors as best they could. The fireflies flashed a shade of yellow-green that looked like how the breeze in early spring smelled. The freshness of the morning dew still hanging off the grass and leaves. In fall when the leaves changed to reds, yellows, and oranges. They explained red felt like coming home after a long trip away, the warmth in your chest as you embraced the comfort of your bed. Yellow felt like finding a lighthouse, a warning not to come too close but delight at reaching land. The delight of finding something. Orange was like the flames that flickered through the crisp winter air. The brilliance that they were able to produce in the chilling air.

While the descriptions helped it still didn’t take away all of the sadness. It was unfair that some people could find their soulmates so easily. Why couldn’t you find yours as easily as others? What if they didn’t like you? Your parents settled that one by reminding you that soulmates were meant to be the other half of you. Not all romantic in nature, some had platonic relations with theirs. Either way it was someone who helped lift you up when you felt down. Your parents hated the phrase that soulmates completed you. A person does not complete you, only you have the power to do that. The second you give someone the power to take part of you away you already became less than you were before.

You also worried about meeting them and not knowing. You would often ask for the story of your parents meeting. They told it slightly differently depending on when you asked them. If they were together it would be “They didn’t like me at first but I charmed them.” And if you asked them separately the reading tone was gone. While neither claimed that it was love at first sight it was a like. An interest in the other person about why the universe had made the other for them. “Their eyes, they were so mesmerizing. I felt like I understood why the universe made me wait so long. I would not have appreciated the way their eyes danced upon the light in my teens. Heck even in my early twenties. But everything clicked when I heard them say my name.”

The stories made you hopeful but also lovesick. “Good things come to those who wait.” A repeated phrase especially when it came to soulmates. If it was so good, why make you wait? You would appreciate them. Your child brain didn’t understand why you didn’t have yours when you had already waited plenty long. In highschool you started to realize the kids who had met their soulmates young missed out. The yearning for someone to love. But that was only a starting realization as you still hoped you would run into them.

Currently your friend is trying to drag you to a volleyball game. How nice of our friends to try and take us to events we don’t want to go to. You’ll also understand the irony a bit later.

“Come on Y/N!” She pulled your arm in the direction that could be assumed to be the gym. You held firm though and literally dragged your heels.

“No. I’ve told you. I have no interest in going, I can’t tonight anyways.” You sighed and could feel the start of a headache.

“Why can’t you?”

“Class project. Remember? You have one too.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone. After a quick scan through your photos you found the one you wanted. A picture that had the details of the project.

“Oh come on. It says it’s not due for another two weeks.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Surely you can skip one night?”

“Sorry. I’ll make it up to you and get some candy for you on the way to school.” She glared but agreed disheartened.

“Fine. But you have to go to one game. Please?”

“Maybe.” She took that as a yes. It would come back to bite you later. For now though she waved as she headed off towards the gym. You headed to your house. Head off in the clouds. You liked to stop and smell the flowers most days. The way people interacted with each other. How the mom greeted her child. The warmth that radiated from the hug. The closeness. The love. Most people went to all possible social gatherings to try and meet their soulmate but you didn’t like crowds. Let alone people pushing and yelling in your ear. Maybe one day you would cater to your friend’s whims. Today was not that day though.

You talked to your friend on your way home. Mostly because they were spamming you. You didn’t understand why they went to the game if she was just going to play on her phone the whole time. Finally though she confessed that she was hoping to find your soulmate. What a dream. To go to the same school as your soulmate. You thought you didn’t have that kind of luck though, let alone having a soulmate on a popular team? No you can scratch that. Not gonna happen.

When you finally arrived home you were exhausted but still had a project to do so you stayed up late to finish it. By the time you were done your neighbor arrived home. His room was across from yours and you would contact each other by the rudimentary cup phone system you made. Enjoying the anonymity you agreed not to give your names or show faces. You sat with your back to the window when you felt a tug on the string. You picked up the cup.

“Hey stranger.”

“Hey yourself. What are you doing up so late?”

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “I was finishing a project.”

“The one you said wasn’t due for another like two weeks?” He laughed and that brought a smile to your face.

“Yeah, it means I can have time in class for myself.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do instead of your class work?”

“Probably read. I got a new book yesterday and I’m so excited to start it!” Excitement filled your voice and he could see your arms lift excitedly. The curtain blocked you from view but the light made a good enough shadow.

“Tell me about it?” He yawned but tried to hide it. It was his favorite part of the day. When he got to hear you ramble about the things you loved. It made him regret that stupid promise he made. Maybe if you just looked into his eyes you would see the world. One small peek and the two of you could be happy. Or you could be disappointed. He understood why you brought it up. Being friends was enough and the thoughts of soulmates just made everything so much more complicated.

“No, go to bed sleepyhead. I can hear you yawning. Both of us are tired.” He hummed and you smiled once again. Your dropping eyes made it difficult to pay attention to much.

“Fine, I don’t have anything afterschool so we’ll talk more tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah. Goodbye, stranger.”

“Goodbye stranger.”

The next day had been hectic to say the least. The closer you got to the end of the day though the better. You could feel a smile growing at being able to talk to him again. Your friend, ever helpful, decided to point this out. “What’s got you all smiley? Wait, don’t tell me…stranger boy?”

Your face heated up but nodded. “He’s not doing anything after school and neither am I. So, we’re gonna talk more today.”

“You guys literally talk everyday. What’s gonna happen when we graduate?”

“I’ll think about it when we get closer to graduation. For now let me have my moment of ignorant bliss.” You smiled shyly and moved your food around on the plate.

The bell went off again and you rushed to your next class. On the way you bumped into someone. You said a quick apology and started off again. The boy was taken aback by the quick interaction and watched as you walked off. He thought you were quite beautiful. He couldn’t dwell on that though, he also had a class to get to. After all, the faster the day goes by the closer he gets to talking with his stranger.

Finally, the time has arrived. You barely said hello to your parents as you rushed to your room. You closed the curtain and waited for the telltale tug at the rope. You hoped you hadn’t seemed too eager. Just as thoughts of doubt filled your head a string tugged them out.

“Hello, hello, stranger.”

“My, my, someone picked up quickly.” You rolled your eyes.

“Can I not be excited? You judging me over there stranger?” You heard him laugh. It was such a nice sound.

“I would never. How could you say such a thing.” He paused for a second. Thinking about something. “I’m graduating soon. And I’d rather not lose this friendship.” He stuttered a bit over the word friendship. I mean how would one define this relationship? You had been talking far too long to be actual strangers. However, neither of you knew what the other looked like. Let alone your names.

“We can exchange phone numbers. There, easy peasy.”

“Are you graduating soon?”

“Yeah, it’s funny we didn’t even know we were in the same year. For all we talk you would think it would come up at some point.”

“It is a little funny isn’t it?” This time you were laying down on your window seat. Cup lazily placed next to your ear.

“Anything interesting happen today, stranger?”

“Not really, it kind of went by in a blur. I honestly wasn’t paying that much attention.”

“Aww, was someone excited to talk to little old me?” Although you sounded confident, the goofy smile and hear of your face told a different story.

“Don’t act all high and mighty,” he coughed. “You picked up awful fast.”

“Mhm. And? What about it?”

“I thought I was the flirt in this relationship?”

“Alright, romance me then.”

“That’s not how this works. I’m not a song, you can’t just play me whenever you feel like.”

“Uh huh. I hear an awful lot of talk from someone too chicken to actually flirt with me.”

“I can flirt, I bet you can’t. This is projecting is what it is.” That made you sit up. Projecting? Nope, you’ve never heard such slander.

“You’re far too kind. I bet your face is as kind as your voice.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your voice makes me relax. Like after a long day there’s something to come back to. No matter how tired either one of us is, we still find comfort in each other. You’re my comfort.”

“I’m honored. For the record, you’re my comfort too.” A smile etched itself onto you face.

“You should be. That’s high praise coming from me. Oh my, I hadn’t even realized how late it was getting. Don’t you have stuff before school tomorrow?”

“Thank you so much for pointing that out. I’m sorry we had to cut it short.”

“Don’t worry about it, we stayed up way too late yesterday. Count it as makeup sleep from then.”

“Alright, goodnight stranger.”

“Goodnight stranger.”

I hope you guys enjoyed! I really enjoyed writing this! Feel free to check out my other works! My asks are open incase you want a specific scenario and character! If you want to be added to a tag list for any part of this series just let me know. Stay tuned for the next installments of the series!!!!!Love you guys!

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GLAMROCK FREDDY

-fuck, y’all…

-i think he’s the most inexperienced of them all, but once you get him started, he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing for some reason. he just does it all right, and so good too???

- he’s oddly always horny though, but feels embarrassed when he does stuff to himself, and honestly isn’t a big fan of it

-he’s the sweetest in bed and mostly vanilla, but if you tell him what you’re into, he’ll immediately like it and do whatever you ask, he’s here to please you

-this even includes being nasty, mean, degrading you, surprisingly

-as much as y’all might roll your eyes at this next hc…uhm he be rolling his eyes back when you call him daddy, let’s be fr.

-he loves the idea of his “father figure” personality turning to a sexual thing as well and getting someone off.

-if you have daddy issues, freddy fazfuck is here to help.

-he loves being called daddy and seen as superior or in charge, never in an abuse of power kinda way, but a protective way, even though the idea does get him off.

-he loves receiving oral SO much, just watching the way his cock disappears behind your lips, he finds it so beautiful to look at.

-he finds you so beautiful to look at

-he also loves playing with your hair (platonic or romantic), like when cuddling, or holding it back prettily as you suck him off

-he’s obsessed with the noises you make, he loves hearing you moan for his cock, especially when you get so loud he’s forced to see the sight of your mouth being covered by his large hand.

-also he’s not the biggest possessive or jealous type, but he can’t lie and say he has never thought of possibly the others hearing you scream “daddy!” loud and clear from his greenroom.

-the vibrations of your moans on his larger hand almost makes him go completely feral, but he manages to keep his composure.

-he’s not very loud himself, but he does a lot of praise of how good it feels and he’s more of a talker

-telling you how well you’re taking him, calling you pretty names, always making you feel good

-“my pretty superstar, taking daddy so well…such a good girl”

-he’s does kinda grunt a lot though, he mostly just holds back on his noises so he could hear you

-he’s all top, you’ll never see him as a bottom and i don’t think you guys want that anyway

-you’d rather be calling him daddy as his fazcock stretches ur fazpussy

-he WILL beg you to ride him though, he’s obsessed with you in his lap, up and down on him, the way your hips move. reverse cowgirl is good too, still gives a great view of your hips.

-he loves your hips, GOD, he loves your hips.

-did i say he loves your hips?

-grabbing them with his big hands while you ride him, feeling you move and leading you as you take him.

-definitely a thighs kinda guy. hips and thighs.

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GLAMROCK CHICA

-OKAY UHM.

-i feel like she comes off all cute, girly and innocent and everything, but she’s into A LOT.

-and they’re “weird”, maybe even taboo.

-cunnilingus at its finest, she’s in love with women, even tho i hc she’s pansexual.

-she’s also a switch but more of a massive top.

-she loves when you can surprise her sometimes and be top, she finds it so amusing, but will slowly melt if you keep going, letting you take control.

-LOVES BOOBS

-she’s so fun during sex though, she giggles a lot and jokes around, it’s the best when you can fuck, laugh, and fuck again like nothing happened.

-with her love for eating, and food, and her being used for food representation for literally ever, i have this small (reallybig) idea that she’s indulged in the feederism community to a degree.

-i just have a feeling she loves the idea of getting you drunken and sleepy on eating a lot, then fucking you all drowsy.

-this goes for aftercare too, she also loves just snacking a lot with you or even feeding you, giving you snacks to try etc.

-this also goes for her obsession with squeezing all the right places (like her loving boobs, she’ll squeeze them constantly) but even with thighs or hips/waist, like love handles, or if you have the cutest tummy. she loves tummies.

-the idea of you begging her to let you finish, omg, she’s so into edging she’ll keep you going all night.

-she praises alot though, loves calling you “good girl/boy”, telling you how good you’re holding up for her, as it’s been almost 2 hrs of edging

-she just loves admiring you while she makes you feel good

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ROXANNE WOLF

-100% top, don’t fight me, im right.

-and she’s a lesbian LOL she loves pussy

-loves calling you pup, read my roxy smut RN.

-needs you to be begging for it.

-absolutely needs to be doggy style, no pun intended, she’s such an ass person, she has to see that RECOIL.

-rough as fuck, hard, fast, animalistic thrusts.

-she loves when your brain cannot keep up, she’ll call you her braindead little bitch.

-as you can see, she’s into degrading. her praise is extremely limited during sex, it’s very rare and when/if it does come out, it needs to be taken lightly, it’s all false sympathy.

-even though she’s extremely degrading to you, she needs you to praise her during sex. has you telling her how well she’s doing, how good she feels, who you belong to, etc.

-“tell me i’m the best, say it, now, filthy bitch” “you’re the best, you feel so good, fuck!”, “more please, im all yours! I belong to you!”

-“and this pretty pussy belongs to who? tell me, pathetic pup” “you! it’s all yours, roxy!”

-aftercare is very different, she uses sex to be absolutely disgusting to you, but she will do ANYTHING for you after sex to make you feel like a queen, she’s the sweetest and most caring ever.

-she knows that you know she means nothing she says to you during sex.

-she has every single toy you could think of, she’s a huge toy person. she probably has like 5 different sets of strapons and 20 different dildos.

-loves when you wear a remote control vibrator during a show and she can see you squirming right in the front row as she controls it, how you watch her perform, begging her with your eyes to either stop, or make you cum already.

-uhm she shows off a lot so she’ll leave marks all over you, more than likely using her teeth on your neck, so others know you belong to her and they know who’s marks they are.

-she’s not into choking much (unless you are), she’s more into grabbing a fistfull of your hair and pulling your head back while plowing you from behind. she needs you to arch your back inhumanely just for her.

-although, ironic, she does have a collar and a leash which is the closest you’ll get to being choked by her, using this is convenient since you’re more often going from behind. she loves the control.

-also never pull her hair. ever.

-she’s extremely possessive, she would never want to share you. you’re hers and only hers. don’t ever talk about being poly or having threesomes or anything. chicas joked about it before and roxy almost ripped her beak off. she’d never let chica join, or anyone for that matter. you’re hers.

-so she’d be more than happy to let anyone else watch her pound what belongs to her, and dream.

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MONTGOMERY GATOR

-lord help me.

-prepare to be destroyed, just like his greenroom.

-he’s so into the idea of seeing how big he is inside you. like

-tummy bulge>>>>> ,uhm yes

-will fuck and overstimulate you into a screaming mess, he wants you to make a mess of yourself

-he’s into bodily fluids and stuff, i don’t even know if i should say it all bc i’m sure you know, but he wants you to let it ALL out. make a mess of everything, everywhere. and he’ll fuck you until it all comes out.

-and just like roxy, he’s also mean during sex, and degrades alot. he’s not as nice as roxy during the aftercare though, but he still cares alot. he’s big and scary but can be a big baby at times.

-he’s into noncon, also somnophilia, just the idea of taking advantage of someone so little like you.

-this includes size kink too, he loves how small you are compared to him.

-face fucking and head pushing !!!

-all of this is also ofc WITH CONSENT he’s really not actually an asshole, he’s respectful.

-he’s the type that would have a threesome, probably with roxy, the idea of both of them using you like that has him feral. (roxy only agreeing to this in a world where you’re montys and not hers, cuz again, she’d never share you)

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SUN/MOON

-sun is submissive, moon is dominant, im just gonna start with that obvious point.

-sun is a begger 100%, and is always looking for attention, doesn’t matter how, but he will beg.

-SO good at finger fucking (it’s like the only thing he could rlly do tho, he can’t eat you)

-his slender fingers just curl and reach all the right places, and he loves praising.

-but his praise is a lil scary, it’s like overly happy praising, he’ll just be in complete awe constantly, thanking you over and over again for the experience and letting him touch you.

-lots of moaning, he’s so loud and won’t shut up.

-he loves when you take control and tell him what to do to you, yknow?

-also uhm call him a good boy for doing what you asked and see what happens.

-“put them in, now curl them-yeah, like that, good boy, sun, good boy”

-he’ll melt completely, he’ll giggle uncontrollably, his wires and gears clicking and twitching in excitement as you ride his fingers.

-he cannot ever keep his hands to himself like he’s always gotta be touching you, he’s OBSESSED.

-definitely obsessive type, clingy asf

-MOON, OKAY SWITCH THE PERSONALITY.

-some of sun is still the same with moon, like moon is definitely also OBSESSEDOBSESSEDOBSESSED with you.

-(like monty) somnophilia, next.

-this includes getting himself off to you asleep^ (consensually ofc)

-also good with fingers, same as sun, although is more driven by the look of the mess you’ve left on his fingers.

-always fascinated by seeing how many he can fit and how much he can stretch you out. and he thinks you’re so pretty down there, he’s a starer.

-he would most definitely try and keep an item of your clothing and always smell it, your scent never failing to get him off.

-into praise degradation, like calling you pretty, followed by something derogatory.

-his fingers, like i’ve mentioned, you’re both obsessed with them, not only when he fingers you, but he’s so into sticking them in your mouth and gagging you with them.

-fucking you in missionary, he loves watching your tongue swirl around his fingers, and when you suck on them

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DJMM

-this is so funny i even have to say this but he loves having music on when having sex, there has to be music

-I also feel like you can never tell when he’s being jokingly flirty with you, or if he’s genuinely trying to be suggestive and serious.

-because he jokingly flirts all the time, this is the reason you have every word to “Careless Whisper” memorized, he loves randomly playing it to be a goof.

-because of how big he is, there’s an obvious size kink, but he’s extremely gentle with you. not like monty’s size kink and the idea of taking advantage of someone so small, his is more like in a cute way, taking care of you, ur so itty bitty.

-I saw this around and on other posts before and i cannot help but agree that since he’s much bigger there’s not much he can do, but so his whole body vibrates? like when you play music so loud in a car, the sound waves and bass makes the car shake and vibrate. yeah like that so uh, he finds great pleasure in watching you rut on his finger as he’s vibrating.

-he loves this so much, he’ll even start messing with you by pausing and playing the music to fuck with the vibrations

-almost like edging you, honestly

-he’ll do whatever it takes to prolong your finish, just so he could keep watching you come undone

-the way your tiny body bounces and rubs against literally any part of him to get off.

-watching this, he gets a great view of your boobs.

-since he can’t really touch you or do a lot to you, he loves when you put on a little show for him while you use his vibrating body.

-making faces, fixing your hair, changing positions, all because he’s watching. he loves to just watch you.

-also uhm he calls you beautiful nonstop???? his fav word to use for you

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VANNY/VANESSA

-so vanny and vanessa i find different, almost like sun and moon but obviously vanessa is a person.

-i’ll start with vanny.

-vanny is very dominant, very cocky more than confident.

-vanny does not like being vulnerable at all, so she’ll always take control. this is because i feel vanessa uses vanny to be someone who’s stronger and better than how insecure she actually is, for explanation.

-during sex she refuses to take off her mask, but she’ll take off the rest of her outfit.

-with women, scissoring is a favorite. but she has to be on top, she has to be the one putting the pressure on you, thrusting into you, just be on top.

-more catering towards men (also women if strapon) she likes to ride if it means she’s still in that control.

-just, do not let her on the bottom.

-same goes for handjob (not blow since she refuses to take off her mask), she wants you to be a whining, crying mess for her to let you finish.

-so she’s literally the type of person to listen to whimpering and whining audios of guys LOL.

-same girl.

-huge tease too, she’ll make you actually feel shitty, but if you’re into that then you’ll like it in the moment, so who cares?

-big fan of JOI, she loves to just be bossy and tell you what to do. she’ll never let you take charge.

-also she’ll choke the shit out of you, way into choking/breath play, anything to have you lightheaded and gasping

-also if you ask her, she’ll tie you up too. more into handcuffs though secretly, since vanessa is a security guard type thing.

-so, yeah, vanessa now, uhm

-officer vanessa I-

-I believe you are a switch

-going for vanessa now, i think she’s still got some top in her if you get her riled up enough, she can definitely be a hot dom.

-maybe if you tease her when she’s had a bad day at work or in a bad mood in general, that’s when you’ll get dom vanessa

-and she’d love to be called mommy, oh lord, try that out.

-but that also goes for when she’s a bottom, she’ll whine and cry, “mommy! mommy…”.

-she’s very into oral too, more so into receiving, when it comes to girls

-when it comes to guys though, she’ll be on her knees, she is the headmaster (lol get it? head? master? yeaaahashahahah…)

-she’s like scarily good at giving head

-other than that, she’s quite vanilla, honestly

-she does like a little praise too, like calling her pretty and things like that, telling her how good she feels

-maybe a hair tug here and there

-also possibly the occasional security guard roleplay into sex

I HOPE THESE WERE GOOD‼️‼️

I tried to add as many characters as I could think of, but if there are any you guys would want to see specifically, just let me know!!

I like doing nsfw hcs LOL

[coff33notforme]

Okay okay okay- I had this idea for ROTTMNT for so long and have wanted someone to write it and I’m curious how you’d take it-

Okay so I have a dog named Leo, and I ironically didn’t name it after one of the ninja turtles-

What do you think the main turtles reactions would be to a s/o (or friend if you only do platonic) who has a dog that’s named the same thing as them but were met before meeting the turtles?

Feel free to ignore if you don’t wan for write it ^^

A/n: ANON, I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM. I underestimated how long it would take to write for four characters though so this took longer than anticipated. Thanks for being patient!

Pairing: Donnie and gn reader, Leo and gn reader, Mikey and gn reader, and Raph and gn reader (can be read as Romantic or platonic, all separate by the way!)

Mikey

Would be ecstatic, hes flipping out as soon as he find out

You have a dog named after him? He feels so honored

Feels his chest fill with pride at the fact that your dog has the same name as him

But as soon as you explain how your dog wasn’t named after him exactly, and how you just liked the name, he feels a little sting of disappointment

But he soon perks back up when realizing that you actually like his name, his face will brighten up, a smile stretching across his face as he turns to you his eyes sparkling 

“You like my name?!” 

“Yes Mikey.” 

He is full of a lot of energy after that

No matter if your dog is named after him or not, he still very much enjoys playing and spending time with your dog

Sometimes they get confused when you call their name 

“Mikey!” 

They both perk up and turn to look at you with hopeful eyes  

“I, uh, meant the dog, Mikey.” 

Sometimes it gets confusing, so when Mikeys around you call your dog by a nickname like, pup, puppy, bud, etc

“I mean we're practically the same!” Mikey quipped, holding your dog's fluffy face in his green hands as he looked deep into his thoughtless eyes as if searching for something. You rolled your eyes, a light hearted grin spreading across your face, as you finished plopping the wet dog food into Mikeys blue bowl, placing it next to the turtle and dog sitting next to each other on your spotless kitchen floor. 

“Sure, Mikey. But do you mind releasing my dog so he can eat?” you giggled, Mikey removed his hands from the small dog's tangled fur as he scampered cheerfully to his bowl of food. You turned back around to the counter, turning on the faucet as you scrubbed your hands down, before drying them down with the wash cloth laying next to the sink. 

“I mean we both love food, we're both super friendly, and we both love art!” you let out a snort, turning to the young turtle. 

“I didn’t know my dog had such refined taste.” you teased taking a seat on the floor next to Mikey 

“Well, I’ll have you know little M and I are both on the same wavelength when it comes to art.” he spoke, lifting his head in the air as he crossed his arms smugly. You smiled warmly as your dog came racing back, making himself comfortable in your lap. 

“Well I’m just glad my two boys get along.”

Leo

Smug bitch

Seriously thinks you named a whole dog after him, and he is not letting it go

He’s not very subtle about it either 

“Leo! Come here boy, y’know I’ve always thought Leo was a very pretty name.”

You simply roll your eye to his endless banter, you knew that he was just fishing for compliments 

But that did not stop him from trying

When it comes to your actual dog though, Leo and him get along pretty well, he’s definitely not as enthusiastic as Mikey but the spirit is there

He’ll play and pet your dog but that’s about as far as it goes

Is what Leo told you, but one day when you stumbled into your dark apartment after a late shift to find Leo and your pup snuggled up on the couch fast asleep watching some sort of Cable show

You made sure to get as many pictures as possible to show Leo later, and the look on his face was so worth it

“Awe, it’s fine if you two wanna cuddle instead, I get it, I’m definitely not as soft.” you teased, Leo’s face bursting into a crimson red, you never saw the blue turtle this distraught, he never paused or fumbled over his words like this, and over a dog, nonetheless. 

“Would you just let that go, I’m not going to cuddle your dog.” he huffed, playfully rolling his eyes as he plopped down next to you on your gray couch, seeping into the cushions, this however seemed to alert your puppy as he turned his head excitedly, sprinting over to the couch before jumping up onto the sofa and burying his head in Leos lap as if on instinct. You snickered as Leo stuttered trying to find a way to justify the situation.

“Okay Leo, I get it you love my dog more than me, no need to shove it in my face.” you exclaimed, pressing a hand over your chest dramatically. Leo scoffed.

“Maybe I do love him more. At least he doesn’t take pictures of me while I sleep. Don’t you, boy? You wouldn’t do that to me would you?” Leo murmured  warmly to the dog now covering his face with loving kisses, you gasped, shoving Leo lightly with a grin across your face. 

“Whatever you dork, you know you love me.” Leo turned back to you, throwing an arm around you bringing you closer to kiss your cheek.

Donnie 

Bro has beef with your dog for some reason

Like as soon as they met Donnie had a clear look of disgust written across his face

“Y/n, while I’m pleased to know that you love my name so much to name your dog after me, this creature is no Donnie. It would be much appreciated if you could rename your dog asap.” 

He was not kidding, and was not amused when you laughed at his little monologue

“Wait, you're serious?”  

“One-hundred-percent.” 

“Donnie, I’m not going to rename my dog for you!”

Is super moody whenever he comes over, he side eye your dog

Very distraught whenever you shower your dog with attention when he trying to talk to you

Is incredibly salty about it 

“I just don’t get it. Why don’t you like Don?” you wondered aloud, as you continued to play with your dog, pulling gently on the knotted rope that your dog jostled around, shaking his head around as an attempt to yank the toy from your hands. You chuckled lightly, and to this you could hear Donnie groan, you could practically feel him rolling his eyes. 

“I just don’t see the appeal.” he muttered bitterly, an idea popped into your head to his response, a smug smile stretching across your face from ear to ear. 

“Or maybe you're just jealous that Don’s getting more of my attention.” you cooed, you had struck a nerve, because as soon as you had spoken Donnie had shot up from the couch abandoning the machine he had been tinkering with on your coffee table, as he marched off to you, a scowl present on his face.  

“If I pet your dog to prove I’m not jealous will you please drop it?” you hummed as if thinking hard about his little truce, Donnie let out another exasperated groan. 

“Oh come on, please y/n?” you shrugged

“Sure, why not.” to this Donnie let out a sigh. You picked up your dog, handing the puppy to Donnie as flinched, his body tensing. Slowly he became less tense as he began to pet the small animal, his look of discomfort melting away.

“Not so bad huh?” 

“Shut up, y/n”

Raph 

This man is absolutely in love with your little dog

He fully believes that  your dog is just a tiny version of him

Treats your dog like his son

There be times you feel like its Raphs dog more than yours, sometimes you won’t get your dog back from him for hours at a time

He’ll spoil your dog with treats and toys, it’s a little overwhelming if your being honest

Is upset that he can’t go on walks with your dog because of y’know, his whole situation, but will do everything else he can to spend time with your dog

Bathe them, feed them, play with them, anything and everything!

“Raph, could you please hand me the soap?” you asked, the running water from the bathtub roaring over you as you reached for the faucet turning the hot water off. 

“Are you sure we can’t put bubbles in it?” Raph asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he looked at your dog with sad eyes.

“I mean, they just look so sad without any bubbles.” you roll your eyes lovingly, as you reach for the bottle of soap yourself. 

“Yes Raph, I’m sure. They don’t need bubbles, they just need to be clean.” Raph sighs as he scoots over to you getting on his knees as he begins to rub the soap into your dog's soft fur. You smile. 

“See it's not so bad, right?” 

“Yeah I guess.” Raph muttered as he stopped, dipping his hands in the water to rinse the soap from your dog's matted fur. Your dog let out a sad whimper, and to this Raph's eyes widened as he immediately babbled out a string of apologies to your dog before you intervened.

“Raph, it’s okay. They just don’t like being washed. You didn’t do anything wrong.”  you assured the red turtle, patting his back comfortingly. He gave a sad nod, still not quite convinced. You sighed. 

“How about if we finish this, we can all watch a movie together?” The offer seemed to brighten the oldest brother as he nodded, giving you a sharp tooth smile.

This was such a fun request! And to everyone else who has requested I will be working on the others later today!

[genderqueerdykes]

Ok so, I’m kind of aromantic? I think? But I don’t know which label fits best but I would like one because I like to have words to describe my experiences. So I know for sure that I’m ficto but I do still experience a form of romantic attraction to real people. I have a boyfriend who I love and it’s not platonic but I don’t know if it actually romantic, it feels like something in between. I am also a romantic, I enjoy the idea of relationships and thinking about other people and characters in relationships. But I feel like my own ability to feel romantic love isn’t really there but it also kind of is? Thing is, I used to get massively strong crushes on people and I don’t really anymore even though I’m in the stage of life where that’s ’supposed’ to happen.

I also genuinely don’t know how to explain this to my boyfriend, I want to stay with him, I don’t have an issue with the label boyfriend being used for me or him. But I feel I should tell him.

hello there, thanks for stopping by! sorry for the late reply

i think you may be on the right track- aromantic identities are extremely varied! some people use aromantic to mean a total lack of romantic feelings/attraction, while others experience them to some degree, in varying levels of intensity at times, or have levels of attraction that can't easily be defined as strictly romantic. it sounds like your experience could very easily fit in here!

there are lots of partnering aros, and even aros who consider themselves hopeless romantics. you're definitely not alone there! while i'm a romance repulsed aro, there are lots of aros who are romance favorable!

you may also want to look into the term greyromantic- it is used by people who feel they fit in between or blur the lines between romantic and romantic attraction, feel their experience is somewhat or not fully aromantic, or feel as though their experience is nuanced enough that aromantic might not give the full picture. there are a lot more experiences that fit under the greyromantic label as well

aroflux may also be an option for you, which is an identity where someone feels they are aromantic usually most of the time but has fluctuating levels of intensity, sometimes even fluctuating into a romantic lable with their aromantic identity being less intense for periods of time.

you can also call yourself "aromantic spectrum" or "arospec" for short!

if you feel it's important enough to tell him, go ahead, i think honesty is the best policy. i've had some bad experiences telling ex romantic partners that i was aromantic, but i'm happier out of relationships than i am inside of them. i hope he takes it well, some people for whatever reason take it personally and i don't quite understand it. good luck, hope you are able to figure out how you identify and how you feel about yourself. take care

[sailorkamino]

dancing and tookas (wrecker's pov)

wildflower masterlist

relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x wrecker [gn, can be platonic or romantic]

summary: you and wrecker bond through dancing holo games and sparring. after accidentally hurting your lekku wrecker is avoiding you but you know he won't be able to resist the tooka family you've befriended.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: jealousy (wrecker is an attention whore), every batcher just wants to be praised, accidental injury, misplaced guilt, insecurities/negative self image, wrecker thinks he's dumb and clumsy sometimes but he's best boy

Wrecker likes you right away. You’re nice, and pretty, and funny, and you can do crazy flips.

You praise them a lot. Sometimes Wrecker feels left out when you’re talking to one of his brother’s so he’ll do something to get your attention. Crosshair says he’s jealous but he’s not. He’s just never had a friend before that’s not his brother, of course he wants to spend time with you!

It’s worse when you spend time with non clone force 99 members. You’re somehow friends with Alpha-17. Wrecker didn’t even know he was capable of having friends but jedi’s are magical. Sometimes you help him with training ARC’s. Which is fine. But Wrecker is way stronger than them and he feels like you should know that.

His first time in hyperspace you teach him how to dance. “Since the Marauder’s too small for a gym I downloaded some games to keep us busy,” you explain, clicking on your datapad. You show him all kinds of simulations: playing sports, racing, building, fighting, dancing, something with animals.

The dancing one catches his interest. Wrecker’s always had a hard time sitting still and it sounds fun. But he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his new best fr- commanding officer. You’re so graceful. He’ll probably look like a drunk rancor next to you.

“Can I pick the first game?” You ask, looking at him thoughtfully.

Wrecker is surprised for a moment. Nat borns don’t usually care what he thinks. He wonders if all jedi are as nice as you. Probably not. You seem special. He nods quickly. “Of course, general! It’s your ‘pad.”

“Great! I wanna dance,” you smile. Before he can say anything you send him a reassuring look, “don’t worry, we’ll start off easy.”

He wonders if you could sense his nerves. Or maybe you can just tell he’ll be a bad dancer. You look at him consideringly. “Could you lift me?”

He puffs his chest out confidently. “With one hand.”

“Please use both,” Hunter pleads from the galley.

“Don’t worry sarge, I’ll play with you next!” You call back playfully as you select a song.

The dance is a duet to a song about forbidden love. The avatars start off in two different locations, doing slow, graceful movements. As the chorus hits the song becomes more upbeat, the scenery changing to a masquerade ball as they meet.

Wrecker’s hand completely sorrounds yours as he bites his lip in concentration. He apologizes quickly as his feet clash against yours. You grin with a graceful twirl. “Don’t stress, Wreck. The first time you do a dance it’s always a little clumsy.”

Wrecker starts to get more comfortable with the repetitive choreography. His timing is a little off but neither of you care. At the last chorus the avatars perform a lift. Wrecker grins confidently. Lifting he can do.

He grabs you by the waist, plucking you up effortlessly, and spinning. You grasp his broad shoulders with a playful laugh. Wrecker forgets why was nervous in the first place.

Another activity he loves doing with you is hand to hand combat. You’re insanely quick and flexible, jumping and twisting out of his grasp with a smirk. When he spars with his brothers it’s often over too quick but you actually challenge him. When you do make contact instead of just dodging you’re much stronger than expected.

You have some downtime on a mission so you and Wrecker decide to spar in a grassy field near the Havoc Marauder. You’re both sweating and grinning playfully until a horrible yelp fills the air. His large hands fly away from you as if he’s been burned, his heart dropping to his gut. What did he do? He can’t even catch you, how did he hurt you?

Then he notices your fingers gingerly holding one of your lek. Oh no. No no no no! Tech told all of them just how sensitive lekku are and to be careful. He’s so stupid! “General! I’m so sorry! It was an accident, I didn’t mean to,” he rambles desperately. You have to know he didn’t do it on purpose.

You breathe deeply, eyes fluttering open to look at the trooper. “It’s alright, Wreck. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. It’s not even that bad, you just caught me off guard.”

Hunter pokes out of the ship. “Everything alright?”

“No! They’re hurt,” Wrecker wails before you can answer. Hunter’s worried eyes zero in on your hand holding one lek over your shoulder.

“I’m really fine, guys,” you assure with a frown.

“B-but lekku injuries can cause brain damage! That’s what Tech said!”

You give him a soft, affectionate look he doesn’t deserve. You’re always too nice. Too forgiving. (That’s why he gets so mad at Crosshair when he’s rude to you.) “That can only happen if the top of the lekku are seriously injured. Like crushed or something. You grabbed the bottom. I assure you, my brain is fine, Wreck. You didn’t hurt me.”

You offer his large hand a gentle squeeze. “Now that’s settled, do you mind if I wash up first?”

He nods quickly. A part of him wants you to stay and comfort him but he can’t look at you without feeling horrible. He tries to keep his voice as steady as possible when he replies, “of course, sir. I’m gonna work out some more.”

You study him with eyes that seem to go right through him. They’re kind but it’s still intimidating. He forces an awkward smile. You don’t seem to buy it but leave anyways, offering him a shoulder pat on your way to the Marauder. “Make sure to shower before movie night. I’m not gonna share my snacks with you if you stink.”

His grin becomes less fake. He loves team holo nights! Last time you sat between him and Hunter and you were so cozy. You explained it’s because twi’lek’s have higher body temperatures than humans and then casually mention cuddle piles with the 104th. That led to Wrecker asking, with no jealousy in his voice at all, “you cuddled with the 104th?”

“Mhmm, it started when Wolffe found me bunking with my master. He was all panicky cause he couldn’t find me,” you smile fondly at the memory. “I explained that since Plo’s cold blooded and twi’leks run warm we sometimes cuddle. He invited us to join the vode." Your face drops a bit, “especially after tougher missions.”

Wrecker wonders if you’ll join their cuddle piles. He hopes so. How long should you know someone before inviting them to snuggle with you and your siblings? Is it weird to ask? You’re a pretty tactile person which he enjoys. His brothers aren’t as touchy as him. Both Hunter and Tech have sensory issues so they aren’t always open to physical affection. Crosshair is just difficult. He bit him once.

“Hey Wrecker. You okay?”

Hunter’s familiar voice brings him back to the present. Any happiness melts away when he remembers what happened. He fakes another smile, “of course sarge. You should check on the general.” You have a tendency to downplay injuries, not wanting to use up precious medical supplies when you could do a ‘healing trance.’ Whatever that means.

Wrecker spends the next day as far away from you as possible. Which is painfully obvious considering how close the two of you usually are. That evening you go outside to meditate with Hunter.

You insist on meditating in nature when possible. Once the batch realized mediation meant you were essentially sleeping outside with no armor, completely vulnerable, they made sure one of them was always there to watch your six.

After healing one of Hunter’s migraines by petting his head like a tooka the sergeant had become more interested in the force. Instead of guarding your mediation sessions, he joined them. Wrecker tried but he’s not good at sitting still with nothing to do. Just another thing he’s too destructive for.

He’s so busy pouting he doesn’t notice Hunter approaching his cabin. “Hey Wrecker!” He calls out, a pleased smile on his mouth. “There’s something you need to see.”

His interest is piqued. If it was Crosshair he might be suspicious but Hunter isn’t much for pranks. He sits Lula gingerly beside him as he stands. “What is it?”

“Come on and find out.”

Hunter might not be a prankster but he’s a smug bastard. Although Wrecker whines childishly he actually enjoys when his oldest brother is playful. Now that you’ve joined the squad Hunter is no longer the sole leader, leaving him somewhat less burdened.

He exits the Marauder and sees you sitting in the grass with striped furballs crawling over your lap. He gasps dramatically. “Tookas!”

“Easy, Wrecker. Don’t scare them,” Hunter gently warns.

“Don’t worry. I’m calming them with the force.” You assure them with a warm smile. Hunter raises a questioning eyebrow but Wrecker is too entranced by the adorable animals to ask any follow up questions. He plops in the grass in front of you with starry eyes.

The mama tooka who is diligently sitting beside you saunters towards him. He watches with bated breaths as she settles into his lap with a flick of her bushy tail. “This is the best day of my life.” He stiffens, remembering who he’s talking to. “General,” he tacks on.

You scrunch your nose in distaste and Wrecker knows he said something wrong. But what? “I don’t like being called my rank outside of missions.” You confess, lifting a kitten covered hand. “I know you’ve been raised as a soldier so it’s natural for you but… I wasn’t.”

Wrecker take’s in the information with wide eyes. Even though his batch is known for being unorthodox, the military chain of command has been drilled into their minds since they were tubies. Speaking freely with another clone is one thing, but you’re a jedi. As much as he wants to be your friend it’s still a culture shock.

“You can call me a nickname if you like.” You suggest. “My master has called me wildflower sinde I was a youngling. The vode call me sarad – that’s mando’a for flower.”

Well a nickname seems easier. The clones go by nicknames. He doesn’t want to use the same one the regs do though. He brainstorms flower related words for a few moments as he strokes the tooka. “What about Blossom?” He asks hopefully.

“Blossom and the bad batch,” you test out with a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

[heartless-aro]

what's the story behind aardvarks and yellow roses?

Yellow Roses

Ok so yellow roses are a bit more straightforward to explain, so I’m gonna start there. Outside of the aromantic community, yellow roses traditionally symbolize friendship. Because of this symbolism, when the first aromantic flag (the four stripe flag with green, yellow, orange, and black, shown below) was published on the website for the National Coalition for Aromantic Visibility (NCAV), the flag included a yellow stripe which represented romantic friendship, friends with benefits, friendship dating, and queerplatonic relationships.

The redesigns of the flag also included a yellow stripe (to represent lithromantics) though I’m not sure whether this was at all inspired by the yellow stripe in the original flag (if anyone knows please lmk). Still, it’s an interesting piece of aro history for sure. We still see yellow being used to represent platonic attraction sometimes (notably, on the queerplatonic flag), so there could be some link there as well (though that’s a bit of speculation).

Before the “ace discourse” era on here, I also used to see yellow roses by themselves being used as a symbol of aromanticism by aromantics due to platonic love being intrinsic to how many people experience their aromanticism. It wasn’t as common of a symbol as, say, aardvarks or spades, but it was common enough to be recognizable as a symbol. It was especially used as a symbol of platonic love and attraction within the aro community, as one might expect. Here’s a screenshot of one instance of this that I found digging through old posts by @aromanticaardvark on Wayback Machine. The post is from 2015.

I’m not sure why, but I’ve always personally liked the yellow roses as an aro symbol even if I don’t entirely relate to the platonic love symbolism (in fact, I could be considered aplatonic, though I don’t often label myself as such).

I actually use the blue roses in my header as a nod to the old yellow rose symbol, in case anyone was curious about that. (I chose blue roses instead of yellow since, as I said, the platonic love symbolism isn’t particularly relatable to me. Plus blue roses are often used to symbolize unattainable or unrequited love, which I thought was fitting since I myself am unattainable, and any romantic feelings directed towards me will forever be unrequited).

Aardvarks

So, I’m about 90% sure that the aardvark symbol was started by @aromanticaardvark, who used to be one of the big name blogs in the aro community (though their blog has been inactive since 2016). Back when advice animal memes were a thing, the person behind the Aromantic Aardvark blog used to post aromantic-themed advice animal memes which featured an aardvark. (An example of one such meme originally posted on the Aromantic Aardvark blog in 2011 is shown below).

In 2015, Aromantic Aardvark received the anonymous ask “What does the aardvark have to do with it?” to which they replied “Nothing, really, it’s just alliterative. Aromantic Aardvark was founded when advice animals were a common meme here on tumblr, and my friend and I thought it’d be funny if there were an aromantic meme. That aspect of the blog eventually went away however, and it became more of a general resource/advice blog for aro spectrum people.” This would seem to imply that the use of aardvarks to symbolize aromantics originated on the Aromantic Aardvark tumblr blog.

This would make sense seeing as Aromantic Aardvark was one of the early aromantic blogs, and was even linked on the NCAV website back in 2014.

Aardvarks were used pretty commonly as an aromantic symbol for a while. Notably, the AroPlane forum, where a lot of early discussions about aromantic symbols and flag redesigns took place, used a drawing of an aardvark in its website banner (see below).

I’m honestly not quite sure when aardvarks started to decline in use as an aromantic symbol though.

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@yetrop has created this SPECTACULAR illustration for Chapter 3

The LIGHTING? The POSES? I can FEEL the embarrassment! This is so gorgeous.

WE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR ARTISTS TO COLLABORATE!!

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The scene behind @yetrop's delicious artwork is under the cut:

He made it to the restaurant, a classy, hand-painted sign informing him that it was called ‘the Sable Nouveau’. Subscript under the building’s front-facing decal added that the place was ‘an innovative accomplishment of the notorious Dr Raven Sable’ whatever that meant. It was a looming glass structure, a postmodern parapet framing the building in black. The architecture combined brutalist form with glossy contemporary stylings. Beautiful but cold and uncomfortable. Aziraphale didn’t like it at all. It would be the kind of thing he’d point out to Crowley, tutting and shaking his head. Crowley would only grin and excuse the design as minimalist. But secretly, he’d agree; Crowley liked eco-brutalism, not brutalism-brutalism.

That was enough thinking about Crowley! Aziraphale was here to get over that whole predicament. It wouldn’t do to dwell on the one thought that he was trying to escape from.

“Table for Muscas?” he asked the critical woman at the front desk. She appraised him briefly before nodding and leading him to a corner booth. His date was already there, it seemed. Aziraphale took a moment to inspect him from behind; he was slim, in a black suit-type-thing, a waterfall of red hair—oh. Oh no. Oh, no no no. This was the worst outcome; so bad he hadn’t even dignified it as one of the options. Crowley was here. Crowley was his blind date. Crowley was B’s friend. B’s friend who—he realised quite suddenly—was trying to get over someone. Who?! When? Why? And why had he never mentioned anything to Aziraphale? And—even more importantly—who? No, really, who?!

“Uh—” came the dissonant sound from Aziraphale’s throat. Having alerted Crowley to his presence, he sat down opposite him. Bashful, but stiff upper lip and all that.

“Ngk—Beelzebub!” Crowley groaned—and that’s what the B stood for!—putting his head in his hands. Aziraphale pitied him; it wasn’t a fun situation, accidentally being set up on a blind date with your co-author. He would know. He was currently having the exact same experience.

“I’m guessing you’re B’s friend, then,” Aziraphale grimaced sympathetically. This didn’t have to be awkward; they were pals. They could endure a platonic dinner together without making anything weird. It wasn’t that far off from what they usually did.

“And you’re Gabriel’s brother.” The words were disappointed.

Crowley’s eyes had a panicked sheen; he looked almost trapped. In the corner booth of a classy restaurant, he rather made the image of a frightened dog pressing themselves to the back of the cage at the pound. Knowing what he knew, Aziraphale was commiserative. Crowley had come here to get over someone—‘Who, though?’ his mind roared, he ignored it—and instead of a suave first-date ready to beguile him beyond the thought of whoever-it-was, there was only Aziraphale, his frumpish co-author, to greet him. Aziraphale would be disappointed too.

“Well, this is suitably awkward,” he sighed regretfully.

“It was my fault for trusting Beez after a fight. I forget how spiteful they are, sometimes. I’m sorry, Angel. They were being mean. Beez is still under the impression I have the same romantic tastes that I did at seventeen. You—uh—don’t really fall into that category,” Crowley explained apologetically, looking rather defeated. Aziraphale almost flinched at the admission. It was a stinging blow, to have the very notion that he might have—at some point—been Crowley’s type so utterly decimated. 

“I wouldn’t assume so, no,” he winced with a self-deprecating wilt. Crowley’s eyes widened as he played back the implications of what he had said, hissing at himself despairingly.

“Not to say that you aren’t—I mean, now it’s… Well, not to say that you are either—” He tied himself into verbal knots, flustered and consoling in equal measure.

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, dear. We’d look an odd couple, if we were together. You in all your leather and me in all my hand-knit sweaters. Odd socks, the two of us.” Aziraphale regarded him with a kind smile, picking up the menu and bemoaning its contents. Never trust Gabriel to pick out a sensible—or even edible—restaurant.

“Odd socks,” repeated Crowley, hoarse.

Aziraphale hummed noncommittally, continuing to search the menu for something palatable; anything that wasn’t a new-age reduction, or an experimental reimagining, or whatever other sacrilegious culinary blasphemy was going on behind the kitchen walls of the Sable Nouveau. Even a humble grilled cheese would have sufficed. But no, the arrogance of fine dining didn’t allow space for something so simple.

“What are you having?” Aziraphale asked, hoping that Crowley had found some hidden gem.

“Dunno, it’s all rather—” Crowley gestured vaguely. Aziraphale agreed.

“It is, isn’t it? Would it be too terribly rude if we—” he gestured vaguely in return, unwilling to voice the sentiment without the full support of his dining partner. Crowley raised his eyebrows, his first grin of the night like the sun at dawn.

“What? Ignored the fancy reservation and instead went to the tapas place across the road from my apartment?” He was snickering, leaning in conspiratorially. Aziraphale’s answering nose scrunch (Aziraphale could communicate a lot with a nose scrunch; for instance, right now his nose scrunch was saying ‘it sounds bad when you put it like that but yes, that’s exactly what I want’) made him snort gracelessly.

“Is it rude?” he pondered to himself, “Undoubtedly.”

“Would it be more enjoyable than eating—” he scoured the menu for something suitably ridiculous, “—���de jaeger with fermented durian foam’ in a building that looks like it was designed as a prison set for a Dr Who villain?” Pausing just long enough to let the description sink in, Crowley pretended to consider it.

“I think it would be, yeah,” he finished, standing up from his seat and inviting Aziraphale to do the same. Gabriel would understand. They’d never agreed on culinary decisions as kids, either.

Together, they exited the Sable Nouveau, much to the disgruntlement of their server; a sententious little man with a pencil-thin moustache and the permanent expression of someone who had just whiffed a jar of rotten eggs. (Considering the menu, it wasn't out of the question.) He had been trying to find a polite interlude—staff at the Sable Nouveau knew better than to interrupt an awkward moment—in which he could ask for their orders and or offer them a bottle of wine. Six paces from their table—as was his training; close enough to attend, far enough to slink into the background—he watched them scutter away. If he was disappointed, he didn’t show it. Or maybe it just blended seamlessly into his general air of disapproval, unnoticed like salt-water in the ocean.

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[demonicchicken1121]

sorry to be “that guy” but I saw your asexual henry willry post and I just wanted to say that asexual people can still experience romantic attraction! a lack of romantic attraction would be aromantic, not asexual. and aromanticism/asexuality consist of spectrums, you can still experience sexual attraction as an asexual, or romantic attraction as an aromantic!

Henry is aroace. He labels himself purely as asexual because he doesn’t know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction. He also feels more inclined to call himself asexual because that is the label he feels fits him best, which is based on my own experience. I am aroace but relate more to the asexual identity and asexuality is a bit easier to explain to the average person than gray-romantic, which I am. I also haven’t quite figured out his romantic orientation. This au is a wip. Many of the people who read my RtH post have been following the au for a bit, and understand some of the nuances and unfinished pieces of the characters.

also I am aware that asexuality and aromantism is a spectrum. I am on that spectrum. Henry is sex repulsed. RtH Henry has always been sex repulsed. Williams obsession with him is sexual in nature. If William had actually been open with Henry early on, then maybe they could have had a relationship, but it also could have led to conflict because of Henry’s sex repulsion. That is a major part of the story. William and Henry are both in love with each other, but in very different ways. It’s part of why this version of willry is so tragic, because they can’t love each other in a way that matters to the other. And neither of them are in the wrong in this situation. It’s just a part of life that gets in the way of relationships sometimes.

all parts of the aro and ace spectrums are valid, but it seems that many people only acknowledge gray and Demi and other such identities when they want to ship a-spec characters. People trying to figure out or represent their own identities create some really great stories and art. But often times people use Demi/gray identities, and things like qprs to erase a characters aro/ace identity rather than actually researching and attempting to write those identities and relationships well.

I don’t think you meant to be disrespectful, but please do keep in mind the current situation around aro/ace characters, especially when the person writing them is aro/ace. Idk if you are aro/ace yourself, but I’m also noting this because of how many people treat aro/ace people an characters.

[astroismypassion]

Composite chart real life experience part 3

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

Mentions of s*x, mas*ur*a**on

🧡 Composite Cancer Mercury: aw very sweet. Though, we were much like emotional crybabies around each other. You know how teenagers are sensitive about everything? But veryyy comforting and reassuring of each other through words. We definitel had mum and daddy, sorry dad theme going on😂😅. Calling “golden boy” too came natural.

🧡 Composite Gemini Moon: people constantly said we look similar. Similar clothing, style, hairstyle, hair colour etc. We were constantly talking, but were often interrupted by other people. We only hang for short time periods at once. We would hang for 3 hours and then don’t see each other for a month and a half, only talking through instant messaging.

🧡 Composite Aquarius Sun: love from a distance at first. I was very scared to approach him (he seemed so in his own landed, unapproachable and detached/cold) and tried to be a flirty friend first. Lovely, but seriously calling him weirdo as a nickname from the start until end. Roles were pretty much reversed. I could’ve have crushed this softer, feminine side he had, but this was such pure, naive, quirky human being that was socially awkward that we rather became misfits together. Again, he was very in tune with his feminine side. I had to constantly be the initiator, the one that is straight-forward.

🧡 Composite Pisces Moon: it can get a bit dellusional at times. I was not a huge fan of this placement, because of projections of ideas, feelings and ideals. But I will also try to focus on the positive. You will read books, poems, interviews to each other. But you will also tell each other a lot of STORIES, even those from your own personal lives.

🧡 Composite Scorpio Rising: people you have Scorpio Rising with might move close to you at some point. They will literally be “in your face”. Like they could move to your neighbourhood, area.

🧡 Composite Aries Moon: so like you imagine this was reallyy NOT platonic. It was funny, because people usually perceived me with other romantic partners before as the more passive one. But NOT with this Composite Aries Moon. From the outside it seemed like I’m very much in charge of the relationship. Pretty much other women were very jealous of this connection with this guy too. However, from my personal point of view, it definitely felt like we are equals and both very own strong individuals (Aries Moon). Yet, those around us still saw ME as the one in charge and would often disregard him or his opinion. He was also more in touch with his feminine side than me, so I was kind of “the defender” in the relationship. It definitely felt like roles was a bit reversed at time, but he was a strong women supporter and I also bought HIM flowers and tried to fight for his “equality” in some situation. I was more playfully, childlike and childish than my usual self with him, because I was so comfortable emotionally. Though, this might be also because we was younger.

🧡 Composite Chiron in the 1st house: ehh yea, I’m still trying to gather more positives with this one. But this one can leave you drained. You will feel physical pain whenever you see them or run into them again and I think this is because it’s connected to its 1st house. You will struggle finding confidence to even continue talking to them. Sometimes they can seem so out of your league or just really different or in their own world.

🧡 Libra Venus: in wore A LOT of dresses and skirts in that relationship. It’s like I changed my wardrobe to only summer dressed and skirts. I can’t explain enough or even properly put it into words how WOMANLY this man made me feel like. I was ready to throw all feminism away😂. No, but really, I felt so feminine, accepted as a woman around him. I even became more soft-spoken. Also this Composite placement reminds me of Lana del Rey and her “You can be the boss” song.

🧡 Composite Capricorn Sun: I kinda really liked that! It was with a really good friend of mine and we met in school and have known each other for years. It was really more of a romantic, soft connection at times. HOWEVER, one thing that was really present and obvious was that he was a traditionalist. He believed that men shouldn’t be so preoccupied with their physical appearance and found being too good-looking as a man a bit ridiciolous. I definitely sensed some double standards too. He really had clear ideas as to what women should be doing. He was very thrifty and NOT a spender. He prefered piling up money or spend it on big investments, like cars (especially old cars). All in all, he was really mindful of the COMMUNITY and society as a whole and really cared about people. Lack of ego too. He tried to treat everyone as equally as possible. He saw his father as someone who is not good with words or doesn’t have anything interesting to add.

🧡 Composite Scorpio Moon: ahh yess, the sexual awakening✨ Or if you are not feeling it for the first time, at least you will be overflowing with totally new feelings of lust, strong sexual desire and deep emotions. You might mastrubate to this person’s image. Sometimes as simple as thinking of this person you will have strong urges of lust and longing. So obviously your desire to touch this person will be strong. Not always sexual though, I’m talking wanting to hold their hand, suck 🤭lol I meant caress their fingers, hug them from behind, hold them tight. Handshake was probably already transformative and electric when you first met them. You will often want to be in their physical proximity.

Credit goes to my blog @astroismypassion

[sirilush]

☆Sweet☆

♡Akutagawa x GN!Reader♡

♡Oneshot♡

Warnings: possible bad grammer/writing, You/Your being used to address reader, Slight angst (?) But has fluff at the end, implied injures, bandages, casts, possible OOC Akutagawa, and definitely not proofread.

This takes place right after the end of season 1. This can be read as platonically or romantically.

A/N: This is my first one-shot I'm posting ever on my tumbler. It's probably wattpad material since I don't think I'm the greatest at writing stories to be completely honest. I haven't written all that much, probably the last time I wrote a fanfiction was like when I was in middle school. I was also writing this at midnight, so it's most likely pretty bland. I mostly wrote this since I had an idea in my mind in the middle of the night, and I just went for it.

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Annoying birds could be heard chirping this bright morning and the high-pitched beating from a heart monitor, too. It was not usual to hear each morning to many, but it has become too familiar in your daily routine.

The sickly white bedsheets blended with Akutagawa's complexion, as he lay on an uncomfortable-looking bed. He was wrapped with bandages, and you could have sworn that he would be able to beat the infamous bandaged wasting machine from the Armed Detective Agency. It has been a few days since Akutagawa came to be here. And only a couple of days before he had awoken. Yet he hasn’t said a thing, not even to the nurses that had been nursing him back to health. Nor to you, who have been coming to visit every morning and every night.

It wasn’t uncommon for Akutagawa to not speak to his fellow peers, but something to you felt off about his silence. It was like he had something on his mind, yet he dared not say what it was. Although recently, there had been some progress, even though his only responses were groans and annoyed huffs.

Another day of you sitting on the chair beside the port mafia’s black dog. He still doesn't dare to speak up or take any action to look at you. He just stares at the wall in thought, as his mind goes into turmoil. His mind went to his last confrontation with the weretiger that happened not so long ago. Even he couldn’t deny what he had felt. Once Atsushi brought his final blow to Akutagawa, he felt like he failed again. He failed again to take down Atsushi. He failed to live up to Dazai’s expectations. And he failed himself. He was foolish and weak. At least, that is what Akutagawa told himself.

Even though he thought he was secretive about his own emotions, you could read him like a book sometimes. Not all the time, but that face he made as he looked at that boring old wall that had chipped paint across it, could tell you all you needed to know.

“You look a little more sour than yesterday.” You leaned your elbow on the armrest of the dingy chair you sat on. Your hand prompts up your head as your gaze meets the side of the pale man's cheek. “And I thought yesterday was already sour enough.”

Akutagawa rolls his eyes in annoyance. You always had the weirdest ways of explaining his emotions. If he could, he would slap his hand to his forehead if he had the energy to. Yet again, he stayed quiet as you rambled about.

“How have you been so far? Feeling any better recently?”

No answer.

“Can you shake your head yes or no? If it’s easier for you…”

Yet again, no answer. It seems like he was completely absorbed in his own thoughts. It looks like another day of him not speaking to you, or anyone for that matter. Even if Dazai came into this room right now to give him praise, Akutagawa won’t even acknowledge his mentor's presence.

You let out a small sigh as you realized there will probably be no progress for today with Akutagawa. You reached into your bag, bringing out a small box, placing it on the side table nearest to his bed.

“I got something for you. I don’t know if you would like it, since I’m not sure how they taste… Make sure to not let the nurses know I snuck it in, okay?”

He gave you no reaction to the sudden gift, maybe he was still stuck in his mind. So you gave up for today, of finally being able to talk to the man. You got up and headed to the infirmary door, but not before looking back, hoping that maybe, just maybe he would say something to you. Just something, anything, even if it was just one word.

But yet still nothing.

“I’ll come back later to check up on you. Don’t try anything while I’m gone, okay?”

Still no answer. You then left the infirmary, carefully closing the door as you headed out.

As you left, Akutagawa finally looked somewhere other than the wall in front of him. First, he looked at the door you left through, and then his gaze went to the box that sat on the bedside table. With his one free hand that wasn’t in a stiff cast. He reached over and picked up the small box. He shook it a bit, to hear rumbling inside like there were small little pieces jumping around. As he opened it up, it was small pieces of lightly coated sugar figs inside.

He took one out of the container and popped it into his mouth.

“...It’s sweet…”

He mumbled out while taking another small fig peice out of the small box.

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A/N: If you made it this far, thanks for reading! Idk if this was any good, and if you have any constructive criticism, I would like to hear it. I definitely want to improve on my writing skills and make some small fanfics every now and then.