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dotster001 · 2 years ago

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The Sorcerer's Fiance Pt 1

Summary: Simeon x gn!reader . Solomon has been acting weird lately, so Simeon comes by to see if he can help.

A/N: I watched the original bishop's wife over Thanksgiving break with my family, and all I could think about was Simeon and Solomon.

CW: verbally abusive Solomon, asshole Solomon

Part Two Part Three

Simeon hadn't seen you or Solomon in two years. Solomon was one of his best friends, so he'd told himself he was fine with you both dating, but he'd not gone to visit either of you in the human world, and had felt his heart break when he'd seen the devilgram post announcing your engagement.

:readmore:

He'd planned to go to the wedding, and stay for a little while at the wedding. Come in, give his regards, and leave.

But the wedding kept getting pushed back. There was never a reason why, but the longer it took, he figured, the easier it would be to let go.

He had no reason for concern until today. Asmo had invited him to a new coffee shop, and seemed nervous.

"Simeon, the real reason I invited you here is because I think Solomon needs your help," Asmo said, not touching his drink.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Simeon asked.

"He…he acts really odd sometimes. And he only ever summons me to make weird requests," he was anxiously drumming his nails. "You're his best friend. Maybe if you offered him some help or something, I don't know, he's always stressed and working on something."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask him," Simeon said, clutching his mug tightly.

….

Simeon and Luke were in their human clothes on the porch of yours and Solomon's house.

"Why do I have to wait here?"

"It's just in case. Asmo seemed nervous, so I'll just take a peak, and let you know when things are okay," Simeon said, mussing up Luke's hair. "The second I need you, I'll call for you."

The little angel assuaged, he moved to knock on the door, but it swung open. He walked into the house, and immediately heard yelling. He followed the sound to what he assumed was Solomon's study, when he heard you.

"I really think you should take a break. You're bursting at the seams, and it's really showing…"

"If you're not going to offer any helpful advice, did you at least get me a pact with Lucifer," Solomon said, voice venomous.

"No."

"God, you're so useless."

Simeon felt like he'd been slapped, but you responded patiently, like you were trying to sooth a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"I know, I'm sorry."

Simeon decided to knock on the door and you both went silent. You opened it and looked palpably excited. You wrapped him in a hug, and he reciprocated without thinking.

"Simeon! It's great to see you!"

"You too, little lamb," he said, reveling in your familiar scent.

"Simeon," Solomon said after he broke away from you, "it's great to see you, but why are you here?"

"I heard you were busy lately, and thought I'd offer to help with something so you could take a break."

"Sol, that's a great idea! Why don't you go out with Simmy for a while, and when you come back you're brain will be nice and clear to-"

Solomon's eyes flashed a pure black, and he spit out, "If you really want to help, take Y/N out for a couple hours, I need some quiet to think."

You huffed and turned on your heel, "you heard him Simmy, time to take the pet for a walk."

"You're not a pet, Y/N. Pets obey their master's wishes. You're a human. And that's much worse."

Then Solomon slammed the office door behind you, leaving you and Simeon in the hall. You took a deep breath, then turned to Simeon with a smile.

"Where do you want to go?"

….

Luke had been wanting to go ice skating for a while, so Simeon had decided to take you both there. While you helped Luke put on his skates, Simeon paid at the counter.

"You got a cute little family there, young man," the man at the counter said as he handed the receipt to him.

"Yeah," Simeon said with a tight smile, before joining you both. When it was the three of you, it really did feel like a family. And when it was the three of you, it was easy to remember why he loved you in the first place.

After hours of skating, Luke was getting tired, so you offered to call it a night. Simeon wasn't sure how he felt about returning you to Solomon, so he made a compromise.

"What if we go out to dinner? Catch up? There's a restaurant I've been meaning to try."

Setting foot in the restaurant, it looked familiar. Then he saw your eyes go glassy, and you whispered,

"This is where Sol and I got engaged."

You blinked the glassiness away, and put your shining smile back on. You nudged his shoulder playfully.

"It's a great choice, Simmy, you'll love it!"

And he did. The three of you chatted, and laughed, and reminisced. Luke ordered every dessert on the menu, and gave his full reviews on each of them.

After you ate, he hired an old fashioned carriage to take you around the city and see the holiday lights. Luke fell asleep on your lap, and you started yawning yourself.

Simeon put a hand on your knee, and you gave him a soft smile.

"Y/N, what's happening with Solomon?"

You nodded like you knew that's what he was going to ask.

"Yeah, so you saw his eyes when he got upset, right? He's…. he's spent the last couple years making pact after pact hoping Lucifer would give in, or that he could "persuade" him to make one through sheer numbers. It was around pact 103 he started acting funny. His eyes started flashing like that at 115."

Simeon sat up in shock. "How many does he have now?"

"127," you sighed heavily. "To be honest, I don't think he'd hold up if Luci did make a pact with him, but he doesn't listen to me anymore."

Simeon stiffened thinking about the way Solomon had treated you that morning.

"If you don't mind me asking," he whispered softly, "why do you stay with him?"

Your sad smile broke his heart all over again.

"I know some of him is still there. At least I think there is. He's sick, Simeon. I don't think I could just abandon him to himself, right now. I'm worried what will happen to him if I do."

"What about you? There's only so much of that a human can take."

"He's not often like that, just on his bad days. You just happened to get here on a bad day."

You settled into uncomfortable silence for a while, and Simeon realized you'd also fallen asleep. He sighed and paid the carriage driver some more to just drive around for a while. When you woke up, you got out of the carriage. Simeon carried Luke and you walked back to your house.

You seemed lighter than this morning, and he was glad that he could have helped. When you made it to the porch, the door swung open, and you were greeted by Solomon.

"Hello darling, how was your outing?" He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek. He seemed out of it, and had a strange aura, but the anger from earlier wasn't present.

"It was great! We went ice skating, then went out to eat, then we saw the lights around the city in a carriage!"

Solomon pursed his lips but simply nodded.

"Oh, and I told Simeon and Luke that they could stay in our guest room for the week, I hope that's alright."

"Yeah, of course," he said stiffly.

"Great!" You took Luke from Simeon. "I'm going to put Luke to bed, then I'm going to sleep myself. Don't stay up too late boys," you said with a giggle, not feeling the tension between the two.

Once you were out of earshot, Solomon's eyes flashed that horrid black again, and he hissed, "What do you intend to do with my fiance?"

#tw verbal abuse #obey me #obey me solomon #om! solomon #simeon x reader #om! simeon #obey me simeon

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ask-asexual-crystal-gems · 2 years ago

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Hi, I don't want to be rude, I'm just trying to learn and don't know who else to ask about this sort of thing:

I've recently started learning a little bit about asexuality, and the main thing I don't really understand is how people can really be so sure about this sort of thing (especially really young people; I've seen kids barely eleven or twelve years old calling themselves ace). I know so many people (particularly women) who never felt any sort of sexual attraction, and were sure they never would, and then they eventually did.

Including myself! Like I said, the term "asexual" isn't something I encountered until fairly recently, but there was a very long stretch of time (read: all of middle school and all of high school and even the first year or two of college) where, if I'd known the words, I'd probably have considered myself ace, or at least demi. I was completely sex-repulsed (again, not a term I was familiar with at the time, I just thought of myself as a prude). (I liked looking at cute boys, but only in the way you look at paintings: nice to watch for a while, but I had no desire to touch or even talk to them.) Sex just sounded really gross and I didn't get the appeal in the slightest. (And whenever my friends started gushing about hot guys and their abs, I just got totally confused. How did the amount of muscle a guy had determine his attractiveness?)

(I also didn't have my first real crush until I was almost seventeen, and it was with a guy I'd literally known my entire life (who was totally off-limits for many reasons) but had only recently started hanging out with one-on-one and realized how much we had in common. It was a mess and I was an emotional wreck for months until I got over him.)

And then one day, when I was around twenty or so, I woke up and realized that sex just didn't weird me out anymore. I wasn't about to run out and have a one-night stand with the first semi-decent looking man I met, but the idea of being like that with a guy (especially one I really cared about) suddenly sounded really nice and like something to look forward to. And something I wanted sooner rather than later.

To me, it feels like a lot of it is just the backlash of our highly over-sexualized culture, where sex and romance are pushed at us (again, particularly girls) from a very young age, often in a rather shallow, unrealistic, pornographic, Hollywood-esque way, and touch in general is seen as less and less platonic (when I was in high school, I thought nothing of holding hands with my friends or leaning my head on their shoulders or even sharing a bed on a sleepover, but nowadays if you do that sort of thing with anyone but family, the assumption is that you're in some sort of non-platonic relationship).

(When I was in college, my mother saw me running my fingers through a female friend's hair and asked if there was something I wanted to tell her. I was confused at first, and when I understood what she meant I was really upset. Not because I was offended at being considered gay, but because platonic touch has always been so so important to me and the realization that from now, on it would be seen as something else hurt. (And also because I was still rather sex-repulsed and the thought of being in that sort of relationship with anyone, especially someone I thought of as practically a sister, was gross.))

We're simultaneously being told, "don't show any sort of physical affection to anyone you don't want to sleep with" and "you should have sex as often and with as many people as you possibly can." And more and more, young people are rejecting that hook-up culture mentality; and where once they would have been considered late-bloomers or old-fashioned or even pretty normal, it's now seen as them having a "problem" or being "weird." And, like every difference, it needs a clear-cut label we can use in response. ("There's nothing wrong with me, I'm just [insert group label here]." "Well, when we thought you were just a freak, we felt justified in being rude, but now that you can call us [insert aforementioned label]-phobic, we probably shouldn't do that. (And if we do, you have like-minded people who'll protest in your defense.)")

But to me, labels aren't always a good thing, and can even be dangerous at times. Once someone puts a label on themself, they often feel like they have to keep using it, even if it no longer fits. Especially if they've shared it with everyone they know, and were celebrated for it.

(Where someone like me might once have only gotten into their first relationship in their twenties and just explained it as, "oh, I'm just a late bloomer" or "I hadn't found the right person yet," they might now say to themselves that "last year I told everyone that I was aroace, so if I show up somewhere with a boyfriend, I'll either be made fun of or accused of lying. And even if they don't, I'm going to feel really stupid about that coming out party they threw for me. I may as well keep using this label even it doesn't accurately reflect how I feel.")

I guess what I'm trying to ask is what makes people, especially young people, (and particularly young women, who generally have a lower sex drive than boys of the same age) so sure that they can't feel sexual and/or romantic attraction, and aren't just "late bloomers" like myself? And what is the difference between the two?

(Sorry this ended up being so long, I guess I had more thoughts on the subject than I thought. Again, I really am not trying to be rude or accuse anyone of anything, I genuinely want to educate myself and understand more.)

Hoo boy this IS a long one, so I’m gonna have to do it in pieces, I think.

Probably gonna either reblog multiple times or start separate posts using this as a prompt list of sorts and then link them back to this one.

*stretches

ok, let’s begin here

“particularly women.”

Yes, it is very likely that there are more ace spec women than men. (Or afabs vs. amabs or lower testosterone people vs. higher testosterone people if we’re gonna go on that tangent.)

This is just basically true at face value, when talking bell curve distributions. No need to comment on it further.

(unless you want me to start in on a feminist rant about how the same way we as a society tend to linguistically use ‘he’ as the default pronoun, we, especially in media, also use male-coded attraction experiences as the “norm.”)

“there was a very long stretch of time”

Yes. That’s gray ace. Experiencing attraction very infrequently.

The thing that I see people struggling with with these 2 concepts is, “but what if demisexuality or graysexuality is normal for many women?” What if it is? That’s fine and cool and isn’t it great in this modern age we now have language to express and describe female-coded experiences instead of living with unspoken and unconscious norms and feeling broken and in some cases being literally over-medicalized by doctors when male partners don’t get their “needs” met [BIG emphasis on those scare quotes]

“I was completely sex-repulsed (again, not a term I was familiar with at the time, I just thought of myself as a prude).”

People grow and change in their sexuality. Bi folks preferences and leanings may change over time with their body changing. Some die-hard lesbians end up falling for men. Sexuality is fluid and malleable. This does not invalidate sexuality or your relationship to it at any given point in time in your life.

As long as we keep in mind as a culture that you are allowed to grow and change in your sexuality, there is no problem with using a set of labels, because you have the understanding that you can always change them later. Anybody who’s not on board with that and gives themselves or others grief over it has some growing up to do of their own.

Minors have sex with each other, or have interest in doing so, and if you felt Othered by that, then you did. There’s no changing that lived experience or whatever the biological differences are that underpin it. We can only become more accepting to fix the first. The second is immutable.

Let me repeat for emphasis.

Sexuality is fluid and malleable. This does not invalidate sexuality or your relationship to it at any given point in time in your life. Yes this includes childhood. Some people experience their first period as early as 6 years old.

They are the statistical outliers at that stage in life, but you, or at least people like you, are the outlier when it comes to other 15 year olds. Some of whom have been masturbating avidly since they were 11. Many try really hard to studiously ignore the fact that kids/teens have a sexuality, and that results not only in a whole lot of internalized shame, nearly a decade worth of it, but also forced confusion (might be termed collective gaslighting?) like this over whether a 15 year old can ‘really’ tell if they are different from their peers.

“(And whenever my friends started gushing about hot guys and their abs, I just got totally confused. How did the amount of muscle a guy had determine his attractiveness?)”

Exactly.

Didn’t even get to reading this part yet and I had already covered being Othered.

Whether it was malicious or passive doesn’t matter.

pansexuals and demisexuals and sapiosexuals would all feel Othered in these situations.

So let’s start validating those lived experiences rather than constantly putting them down by questioning them.

To Be Continued >>

#asexual spectrum #asexual #gray asexual #demisexual #lgbt #transgender #childhood #teenagers #discourse #othering #marginalization #invalidation #bisexuality #pansexuality

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thenugking · 5 months ago

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7 and 8 for the durge ask thing!

7. Durge is old money incarnate, but what do they think of new money? Did their view change after their homemade lobotomy or meeting a young man with a quick and easy smile?

A very patronising "Aww look at you, being all rich and powerful without any family connections! What a go getter! You're almost doing as well as the actually powerful people!!" Which they thought Even More Often after meeting Gortash.

Post-lobotomy, Lee has far more important things to worry about than whether any rich person is old or new money. Either way, they're worrying that Wyll's far too important to be with a feral little murderer, and no amount of "my grandad was a blacksmith" is going to change that. Soo I guess their views did change fter meeting a young man with an easy smile!

8. What’s their aesthetic like? Describe it to me. Or better yet, hand over the link to that Pinterest mood board we all know exists (at least in theory, go do it).

I love Lee, but I'm not getting a pinterest even for them lmao. The closest I've got is their text post memes, but that's for post-amnesia Lee.

Beforehand.... I guess I'd describe whatever they have going on as sweet enough to make you sick. They'd have a mood board of bright colours and flowers and bubbles and the most horrific gore you've ever seen nestled in the middle. Cute little stim boards where all the stims are, like, dripping blood, and squeezing hearts until they spurt out. Yknow, cute stuff!! ^_^

#thank u!!#alwaysyourqueen #lee ravengard cliffgate ancunin dekarios hallowleaf k'liir #baldur's gate 3 #asks post #marsh ocs

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komahinayaoii · 7 months ago

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Personally-Assist Me

Gideon Graves x Gen!Neutral Reader x Matthew Patel cw: SUGGESTIVE Minors pls DNI! ♡

Summary: Gideon acts like he doesn't like you but when Matthew comes along and charms you he gets jealous. So you three have a threesome to see whose better ♡

author note: I made the first chapter of this fic in January then finished the second half last month. Thought I'd post it here too from ao3 since my Young Neil fic in here seemed to get a lot of attention!

Part 2

Meeting Gideon and Matthew was…an experience to say the least. You’ve been working as a personal assistant for the CEO of G-Man Media, Gideon. Within those moments he developed a little liking towards you…then a crush….then he really started to be enamored with you.

You’d think since he has an attraction to you, he’d be nicer… right? Nah., He doesn’t even admit he finds you attractive, in fact he acts like he doesn’t. He won’t even attempt to ask you out…yet. Instead, he enjoys annoying the absolute hell out of you. He’ll do things like demand you bring him a very specific order of coffee and once you give it to him, he’ll say it’s wrong, throws it on the ground and demands you get him another of the same order.

“Here you go, sir.” You hand him his detailed coffee. He takes a sip and then looks at you for a moment with a stoic expression. You start to get slightly nervous. “ah... sir? are you—"

He purposely drops the drink on the floor.

“…….”

“It’s wrong, dear.” He points dramatically points towards the exit. “Go get me another!” He then throws a few bucks at your face. Rude.

He’d also occasionally flirt with you but then follow up with things like ‘just kidding I cant date you, you’re too poor for me lol’ or ‘I can’t be seen with someone like you.’ Essentially just giving you false hope, he knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage with you. And it didn’t help that he knew of your little crush on him too….fuck. yet…if someone else were to flirt with you, they would either be fired on the spot or banned..odd.

“Hey y/n. Come here for a second, will you dear?” He calls you from his desk, his face looked serious.

You walk to him feeling a little nervous, thinking you were about to get fired or something. Instead, he stood up and placed his finger under your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. “What do you think of me?” He said as his lips were close to yours, so close that you could fee his breathe on your lips.

“W-wha-?..sir what are you.. huh?” You stutter bashfully. He chuckles and flashes you that signature smile. “I’m asking what you think of me. Do you like me? I know you like to stare at me.” He takes his other hand and gently slides it around your waist, while keeping his eye contact with you. It felt so…passionate and genuine.

“Ah..sir…I—"

For a few seconds that is. Before you could even fully respond, he bursts out laughing, parting from you. He was laughing at you. “I’m just messing with you, don’t get the wrong idea.” He folds his arms. “You’re strictly an assistant after all! Now, be good and go get me some lunch, kay? I’ve got better things to do.” He says as he sits back onto his seat.

“………………….……”

You stood there dumbfounded and flustered for a few seconds until he snapped his fingers in your face. “Chop chop!”

“Ah.. right! Yes, sir.” You stammered before quickly leaving. You felt very embarrassed that day. Very embarrassed.

Another time he told you to wear this skimpy bunny suit and work all day in it. He did not care if the other employees saw, not even his own league. His own evil ex league saw you in a skimpy bunny suit with cute little bunny ears…what was this a gentleman’s club?

You were organizing inside his office as per told by him, until he yelled for you. You heard him whistle. “Y/nnnn! Come here!” Oh god. You quickly stop cleaning and made your way towards the room where you thought only he would be….but no. You weren’t told that the league would be here today.

You walk inside and immediately get flustered. They were ALL staring at you.

“Don’t be shy. Come to me~” Gideon beckons you to come to him with his index finger, and of course you do as he says. The league focused their eyes onto your legs, then trailed to your chest, then the bunny ears on your head. It was already violating enough to wear this at work, now you have to do it in front of these guys?

“yes, do you need something sir?” You say bashfully, trying to ignore their stares. “oh, no. I just wanted to see you.” He eyes you up and down with a smirk on his face. “Care to do a little spin for your boss?” he asks teasingly. “….really?” You ask uncertainty.

Lucas whistles. “whew…yeah, listen to em!”

Todd blinks. “…is this what you use your personal assistant for?”

The twins don’t say anything, they just continue to stare in disbelief.

Roxie with no shame, stares directly at your ass. “I want a personal assistant if they are as hot as them.”

Matthew however, seemed to have a reaction you couldn’t read. He just stared at you, not in admiration but not in disgust either. Strange boy indeed.

“Is this necessary? Can we move on?” He huffs. Gideon rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah right…y/n get out of here, but bring us some snacks in 10 minutes, okay?” You nod and began to walk away, but not before taking notice of Matthews eyes following you. Not your outfit as the others were, but your face.

After this Matthew had begun to stick out to you. He didn’t seem to find pleasure in embarrassing you, he didn’t insult your financial state and he never played with your feelings. And he wasn’t terrible looking at all, not at all. In fact, you thought he was super-hot. These thoughts were solidified one day when he ran into you in the employee kitchen area.

You were on break eating a homemade sandwich from home sitting at the table, and it just so happened to be a day where Gideon wanted you to wear that same bunny suit…again. Matthew walked inside assumingly wanted to grab something to bite before leaving the building. He walked straight to the fridge and grabbed Gideon’s left-over spaghetti container, but stopped as soon as he saw you looking over at him.

“Oh!...hello, y/n.” He runs his hand through his raven hair. “You aren’t gonna tell Gideon I’m taking this…right?” Oh…so he’s been stealing his left overs. I was wondering who was doing that…Gideon has been assuming it was the other employees and has been firing them left and right.

You giggle. “No Matthew. I didn’t see a thing.” He laughs. “Good.” He places the left-overs on the counter and leans against it. “So…uh…does he normally make you wear those types of outfits or….” He confusingly asks.

You sigh awkwardly. “ah well…only when he wants me to. I’ve gotten used to it, it wasn’t so bad after the couple of times I wore this specific outfit.” He nervously laughs. “It must be very uncomfortable wearing that all day, huh…?”

You nod. “Honestly, yes. I don’t understand those who do this for a living can wear this for hours!” You stood up from the chair and gestured your hands to your bunny suit, it was irritatingly tight about your waist and chest area, and it also didn’t help that the back of it would occasionally give you a wedgie. Matthew unnoticeably stared at your figure but quickly regained his composure, quickly turning his gaze away from you. “Yes, yes I agree…please sit back down..!”

A chuckle escaped your lips at his bashful nature, but you did sit back down. “You know.. you don’t have to keep stealing his left-overs. If you like my spaghetti so much, you can ask me to make you some.”

Matthew perked his head at this. “What? Really?.. even though you’re Gideon’s assistant?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean anything…besides It’s just food, its not like I’m telling you the company secrets or anything ha-ha. Besides.. he keeps firing random employees because he thinks they are eating his left-overs.”

“Oh…” Matthew nervously smiled. “Definitely don’t tell Gideon, okay?” He playfully nudges your shoulder. “and….you don’t mind if I take that with me, right?” He refers to the container of spaghetti on the counter. You stare at it for a few moments before nodding. “Eh, go ahead.”

He happily swipes it from the counter and puts it inside his khaki military jacket. “Thanks, y/n. you’re the best!” He says as he begins to walk to the exit. “Awh…leaving already?” You say teasingly. He stops on his tracks and then turned to look at you with confusion. “You….want me to stay?”

“I like talking to you, Matthew.” His face contorts to a mix of suspicion and surprise, like he doesn’t believe you. “…really? You aren’t just saying that?”

“Why would I? I genuinely like talking to you. Better than listening to Gideon brag about his looks and success.” He just looks at you for a few moments, not saying a word. “Matthew…?” You got up from your seat and waved your hand in his face.

He grabs your hand rather quickly, not tightly. “Uh! Right! Sorry.” He lets go of your hand. “I…like talking to you too. However, I can’t stay even if I wanted to. I have something to take care of...!” He says rather a bit dramatically. “But uhm…when I come back…I don’t mind spending some time with you. If you want to, that is.” You happily nod. “Okay, sure. I’ll look forward to seeing your face again.”

Matthew’s face flushed heavily. “Ha-ha..you’re…funny…! I’ll see YOU—!” He says before finally leaving the room. You wondered what the thing was he had to deal with... eh it’s probably nothing. After that interaction with Matthew, you could tell he started to like you more as you did him. His company felt oddly comforting and you could talk to him as another person and not as some low-class assistant.

After work one day, he asked you if you wanted to hang out at a park with him. It was a sunny afternoon which was perfect for outside activities, so of course you said yes. He came by your apartment in his casual khaki military jacket, black and red buttoned up shirt and blue denim pants. He looked good no matter what he wore.

“Hey y/n! You ready to go the park? It’s right around the corner.” He held out his elbow for you to grab, such a gentleman.

“Mhm! Can’t wait.” You walk out of your apartment and hold onto his arm. “You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you? Holding your arm out for me and everything.” A chuckle escapes his lips. “That’s not all…um..I got you this too.” With his left hand that was behind his back, he pulls out a single lilac flower. “I probably should’ve asked what kind of flowers you liked or if you even liked flowers, but I do hope you like it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He was adorable. “Awh…Matthew…how sweet.” You take the flower and slip it into your hair. “How do I look?” He looks at you with adoration. “Perfect.” You two then proceeded to hang around at the park, the entire day was simply amazing. He told you a little bit about his interests, something about being really into theatre and…. punching the life out of someone named Scott? You honestly weren’t paying much attention to what he was saying. His handsomeness clouded your thoughts. Probably nothing to worry about in the future.

The next time you saw him was in the employee kitchen again, assuming to steal some of Gideon’s left-overs again. This time he had meatballs and white rice as left-overs, it was one of Gideon’s favorite meals from you. Good thing you made sure to take extra measures and prepare some for Matthew too.

You scooped the rest of the white rice out of the steaming pot into the plastic. container alongside the meatballs. It was so fresh that you could still see the steam coming from the meatballs and the rice and the delicious aroma spread around the kitchen and the hallway like a wildfire. As if on time, Matthew happened to be passing by that exact hallway and came into the employee kitchen where he spotted you.

“Oh! Hey, y/n.” He walks beside you and eyes the container filled with rice and meatballs. “You made yourself some dinner huh? Smells nice.” He gives you a warm smile.

You chuckle. “Thank you, but this one isn’t for me.” Matthew sighs. “Oh yeah, its Gideon’s right?” He grumbles distastefully.

You shake your head. “Actually…. I made these for you.” His head perks up at this. “For…me? Seriously?” You nod. “Mhm. I said I’d make you some didn’t I?” You grabbed a nearby fork and stabbed a meatball with it and lifted it towards his mouth. “Want to try one? It’s delicious.”

His face flushes lightly at this, but he opens his mouth, and you gently fed him the meatball. As he chewed you could almost see the stars in his eyes, you were right it was delicious. “Mhm..! That IS good!” He licked his lips for the little bits of meatball gravy that rested on his bottom lip, you noticed he missed a tiny spot on the corner of his mouth. “Oh…Matthew, you missed a spot.” He looks at you with confusion. “Hm?”

You raised your thumb to the corner of his mouth and wiped off the bit of gravy from it, then proceeded to lick it off from your finger. Matthew stood there with his face burning hot, staring directly at you in astonishment. “There, now you’re good.” You then playfully patted his shoulder.

He didn’t respond... silence filled the room for a few moments. You started to worry you had unintentionally made him uncomfortable. “Matthew…? Are you—”

You get cut off when you feel a pair of lips land onto yours and two hands gripping both sides of your face. He was kissing you. He lightly pushed his tongue past your lips and both of your tongues began to sloppily dance together. You could tell he wasn’t an experienced kisser; his awkward hand placement and his tongue movements gave it away. You moved your hands to his shoulders and continued to kiss him back passionately for a moment.

You both part from each other, leaving a string of saliva connecting from your tongues. Matthew looks away from your gaze embarrassingly. “Ah…s-sorry. Was that too much? I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries—”

“You’re a pretty bad kisser.” He looks taken aback. “Wh- huh?”

“I’m only teasing you ha-ha. You didn’t overstep any boundaries; I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.”

“……me too.”

If Matthew wasn’t wrapped around your finger before this, he was now.

You looked at the clock hung on the wall; your break was almost over. If you were late Gideon would most definitely get on your ass so you needed to leave soon. “I’ve gotta go soon, Gideon is always expecting me after my break on time.” Matthew deflates a bit. “Oh…right, yeah. I’ll let you go.” He removes his hands from your face. “Don’t miss me too much, okay? I’ll be here all the time.” You teased. “And don’t forget your food….and stop stealing Gideons. I don’t like dealing with him when he’s hungry.” You tease.

“..Right…right! Thank you, y/n.”

“Anytime, ha-ha.” He gives you a warm smile before watching you leave the employee kitchen. After that day, you felt like you’ve gotten closer to him. However, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Gideon attractive anymore, you still did like him but… you may like Matthew a lot more. Besides, to your knowledge Gideon doesn’t like you romantically…right?....right?

Actually….no! Gideon just so happened to be aware of your ‘friendship’ with Matthew through his cameras…and let’s just say he doesn’t approve of you two. In his mind, you were HIS assistant! Only his! Why do you gotta kiss up to that idiot Matthew…?! All he knew was that he wasn’t gonna lose you to him of all people. And he WILL be getting his revenge for those stolen left-overs.

This meant he needed to up his game. So instead of the usual annoy and play with your feelings stuff he did, he tried to do a more romantic approach. He’ll do anything, he’ll buy a bunch of roses, chocolates, candles and…lingerie for you. If that’s want you want then its yours, anything to stop you from further liking Matthew.

#scott pilgram takes off #gideon graves #gordon goose #gideon graves x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #eventual smut #use of y/n #suggestive

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softerseasons · 9 months ago

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DISCLAIMER THIS IS A RAMBLING POST ABOUT MY LIFE EXPERIENCES IT SERVES NO PURPOSE EXCEPT CATHARSIS FOR MYSELF. trigger warnings for brief mentions of rape, transphobia, online grooming, and american-typical creep-ass misogyny towards children.

My gender journey has never been and never will be a straight (lol) line from cisfem to transmasc.

I think the first time I told my mom I thought I was a lesbian was at 12-13 years old, passenger seat at a stoplight outside our apartment in California. We were only there for three months. It was November. It was windy and cold and just down the street was death valley. My mom looked at me, then back at the stoplight, and just said, "Okay?"

That was about as much as could be expected. She didn't know I had been raped two summers prior by her best friend's daughter, at the beginning of an entire summer vacation with them after she had flown back across the country home, but she did know that in the last few years I had started saying things that seemed to be intended to either shock or get a reaction out of her, and with the toolset she had, the best she could do was simply not give me a reaction. Besides, she knew I semi-frequently got really flustered about boys, but what was it going to hurt to let me explore the identity?

It didn't come up again after that. And I don't use that as the jumping off point because it was the beginning- I use it because everything prior to the age of 13 is static fuzz in my mind, like I have the script of _some_ of what happened to reference but none if the channels will tune in. I know I 'dated' a boy for a brief two weeks when I was 12, after I had been briefly put in a rehab center for self harm- I knew he was cute, and I was flattered that he was interested in me, I think, until his ex girlfriend who had encouraged us to get together took him back. I think I cried when I asked why he hadn't just told me he didn't like me instead of lying about it and kissing her behind my back. I cried in the script in my head, at least. He told me he was scared of me because I was so big that he thought I'd hurt him when I got angry.

In the script before that, I walked to and from school every day, and there's a few scenes I recall the base information of. None really relevant to this discussion, except the way my skin crawled when an older man in a pickup with a stained white t-shirt slowly followed me down the street on my way home so he could holler things at me that I've blocked out even more firmly than everything else. In that scene, I spent days laughing about it after, about how it didn't make sense because I was, you know, fat, and had shoulders like a linebacker, and wasn't pretty the way every single girl I'd ever met was, so it didn't make sense that he'd actually have been attracted to Me.

I dated girls online when I was 14-15-16. I also went onto teen-based chatrooms in the dark of my basement bedroom in the middle of the night and showed boys my breasts in exchange for getting to see their penises, and got groomed online by a 40 year old man who wanted me to call him master and write 'slut' on my chest and go to school braless. I didn't feel attraction so much as I felt Wrong and Out of Place and desperate for any sign of attention and fitting in. 14 years old and seeking attention through a psuedo-understanding of love and sexuality. Puberty had hit me hard and early, well before where this post began, and I'd been dealing with the fallout of feeling like my body was not my own for years.

It never did start to feel like my own.

Highschool was a blur of trying and failing to fit in. I remember my 16 year old crush on the senior girl graduating that year. She was so much a girl, and I wasn't- at her birthday party I carried her on my back when her legs got tired, and she let me lay my head in her lap. We never spoke again.

There was a young man in my math class whose friend told me he liked me. He held doors for me and watched me. I had been told that before, as a cruel joke- I said I hated jokes like that, and if he wanted to talk to me he had to do it himself. I do think he was genuine. I feel bad how my scathing hatred for myself and dysphoria ended up hurting him in the form of me lashing out. I hope he's happy out there, wherever he is.

At 16-17, I had a best friend a state over. He let me record some of his let's plays with him. I masqueraded as a boy- there's a clip recorded for as long as youtube lasts of me getting very defensive over another friend of his saying I didn't sound like a boy.

I met my first 'real' crush (X) when I was 18, but I didn't know how to say no, so when his(*) friend asked me to date her instead, and he had already said that I was the "least bad" option he had to date and he was looking for a Good option, I said yes. She was beautiful, and I wanted nothing more than for her to stop touching me forever. After a few months, she did. I wasn't sure, then, if I really liked girls... but I had to, because I was a girl and I knew without doubt that I was not heterosexual. I had always known.

At 19, X and I started dating. We were already living together- my entire life revolved around him(*). It was another November that year, less than a full month after we started dating, that I saw my first representation of a trans man, a fandom representation. I devoured everything I could learn about trans men. I knew trans women existed- my partner's older sister was a trans woman, I had known trans girls in school. Never once had it occurred to me that I could be something Else. It was an intoxicating thought, and even though I wasn't 100% sure, I knew that I saw myself in the descriptions of dysphoria. I told my partner, breathless, EXCITED. He got mad at me- because He had been a trans man for Years, avoiding coming out because of his sister, and now I had done it before he could.

And he fit what I saw in trans men more than I did. His dysphoria was over his height (too short), his feminine figure, his high voice. Mine was over my height (too tall), my broad figure, my acne, my voice that was never really feminine in my own ears. My envy of other trans man was that they transitioned away from all of the things that I wanted? But I knew I was dysphoric, and I was a Girl(tm), so no matter how much I identified more with how trans women described their experience of dysphoria, if my gender didn't fit my body, it must have meant I was a trans man.

(My mother's lesbian friends, one of whom had taught me in highschool, tried to tell me that my feelings were very similar to lesbian feelings and that I didn't seem like a trans man to them. That was a fun afternoon. My straight uncle trapped me in a car with him to force me to talk about how my gender feelings were likely to be a result of my sexual trauma. He said he had the right to make me talk about it because he'd also been sexually traumatized as a child. Also a fun afternoon. I've never had so many people come out of the woodwork to deny my identity as I did when I decided I was a trans man.)

It would be years more before I stopped trying to push the narrative that I'd Always Been Boyish in interests (i hadn't, i fucking loved all things Girl) and came to understand that one could be trans without flipping from one side of a binary to another. This came around the time I started my brief stint on testosterone, where the changes I was told would take up to a year started within the first month for me, and my dose was lowered because, as they said, my body was processing the testosterone Incredibly effectively, to the point where the testosterone was aromatizing into estrogen. I stopped taking testosterone after 3 months due to a breakup and deciding I needed to reconsider if this was what I really wanted. It was also considering whether I was acearo at this time, as I could not feel sexual attraction, and I wasn't sure I ever had. I also felt the same towards my partner as I did towards every friend I'd ever been close to- so maybe I had never romantically loved anyone, and had only been very very lonely?

I found the identity of "gay trans man" difficult to let go, but I moved on anyways- for a while after breaking up with X I settled on 'nonbinary', and I realized at some point that the most accurate way to describe my ideal transition was "I should have been born male (poor understanding of sex based classifications at this time) and transitioned back towards female" (this was an extreme simplification but I was hurting and I didn't have the language I needed).

My first and only gender-affirming therapist, during these years, had youth groups for young trans men and young trans women. I went to one each- I could feel that I didn't fit the second I stepped into the group for trans men. I could feel that I, as someone who was afab, was not welcome the second I stepped into the group for trans women. I stopped trying to connect with other trans people in real life because I clearly wasn't Really one of them, but I still knew that I wasn't cis and I wasn't straight.

For another brief stint, I considered myself a nonbinary lesbian. It didn't feel quite right, still- Any attraction I had felt towards women, I had certainly felt towards men, and in fact I wasn't sure that it mattered much what gender a person identified as. This identity didn't last long before I settled into just... queer. It was the only box I could fit my wrongly shaped body, gender, and sexuality into anymore. This lasted a few years until I came into mt current identity- that is, genderqueer genderfluid t4t bisexual.

In the last few weeks I've seen a lot of intersex people talking about how the tma/tme discourse is intersexist. In those posts, I've also seen a lot of mention of PCOS as an intersex condition. Something I haven't mentioned in this post yet is the fact that at 16 I went to the ER for a pain I was told was a cyst bursting on my ovary. My primary thereafter diagnosed me with PCOS (with no testing of course. he hasn't tested me for anything i didn't fight for proper tests for in the over 2 decades since i started seeing him). I was on birth control for it for a while, but since it neither regulated my menstruation nor helped clear my acne, I stopped taking it.

I don't really know where this will lead in my journey of understanding myself, but I knoe that I've seen the way people treat identitiee- as if whatever you identify with NOW determines what your experiences were and how you processed them and why they happened before this was your identity, and that's simply not true. Being followed by the man in the truck when I was 12 was not 'misdirected misogyny' just because I don't identify as a woman now. No longer considering myself transmasc doesn't negate the experiences I had of people deliberately showing anti-transmasc transphobia to me when I was. The lesbophobia I experienced in my short time identifying as a nonbinary lesbian was entirely intended for me, not for anyone else, despite that I no longer consider myself a lesbian.

i don't really have a pithy or clever ending for this i guess just like. if you get this far, i'm in awe of your dedication i guess and also please value your time more. and please if you have a solid identity that you don't question and that came to you with little difficulty, remember that's not the case for everyone, and extend some grace to people in your life who may seem to be changing identities more often than career paths in early college.

#juno's musings #UGHHH #personal

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steveskafte · 1 year ago

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THE DEPTHS Introversion has an interesting way of making your social relationships more honest. From my earliest childhood memories, I saw myself as a person separate from any assigned position. I didn't feel part of any group or way of thinking – I was an independent individual whose thoughts defined their borders of being. Maybe that way of thinking woke up on long, sleepless nights. Insomnia leaves a lot of time for philosophizing, or at least at whatever level a child is capable of conceptualizing. I'd lay awake staring at the ceiling, the closet clothing, or the headlights passing on my wall through the bedroom window. All that had a soundtrack from the sound of my older brother snoring – a consistent white noise until I was sixteen or so. We shared a room, and on the off-chance that he was awake when I was, sometimes we'd talk about what was rattling around in my mind. But mostly, he slept. Even though I look at myself in the mirror with no real complaint, I spent my teens on the run from cameras and reflections. Looking like a kid was easy, because it seemed to bring no weight of expectation. I didn't need to be attractive or self-assured, and if anyone ever called me cute, it mattered very little. But life as a young adult marked me on the outside of expectations, and for the first time, I started caring. The tallest and the skinniest teenager in the room draws attention, as my limbs stretched out and all my bones started showing. Suddenly, my peers had ideas of who I was from purely visual cues, and I hated the feeling of my external image getting ahead of my inside self. The randomness of childhood was being replaced with a very specific, very narrow identity that I felt no affinity for. There was never a time in my life when being a man really mattered to me. The depths of my disinterest in anything that masculinity supposedly entailed was simply explained – being a man was something that started and ended with my body. I've got no argument with my image at this point in my life. I see a self-portrait like this, and say: "Sure enough, looks like me." But everything else about what constitutes "male" rings hollow. From the most old-fashioned notions of my gender's apparent superiority and strength, to the way my brain is said to function, it never moved me. I've always gravitated toward an opposite expression. Things like gentleness, grace, and emotional openness made me feel belonging. That's what I was to myself in isolation, kind as I could be, so why not express the same to others? This isn't something I've obsessed over. I've been far more interested in my life as a storyteller than the somewhat ambivalent position I occupy in the hierarchy of my gender. But I think it's worth mentioning for those who feel displaced within a definition where they'd otherwise belong. I'm a man who is attracted to women, which is a pretty large category of human beings. But if there's a scale that runs within that range from Mr. Rogers to The Rock, I'm sure it's clear by now which end I inhabit. I've got virtually no aversion to sharing every emotion, and no worries for how weak it may make me appear. That is the strength I'm after, when every day runs the risk of being totally exposed, but the only muscle really flexing is a metaphorical, non-anatomically-correct heart. Ain't I a man? July 20, 2023 Digby, Nova Scotia Year 16, Day 5730 of my daily journal.

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pridestuffooo · 2 years ago

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When I was a child, I wanted to play with the cars. "You can play with these" I was told as she handed me the delicate more feminine cars. Okay, I said, I got to play with cars! But everyone else gave me baby dolls. That's fine. I'm told I'll be a mother some day, and mothers are doctors to their children. "No, no. Women become nurses." Okay, I said, I want to be a nurse. I want to be a newswriter and travel all over the world! "No, no, traveling all over the world isn't safe. You could stay at home and write novels." Okay, I said, I'll be a missionary, they're brave and travel and they write and I can be a nurse then too! "Okay", they said, "if you get called to it," and patted my head. I want to climb the tree, I said. "No, it's too dangerous! You're a young lady, you need to stay clean!" Oh, I said, well, okay. This dress is itchy, can I go change? "No," she said, "You need to look nice. You're a cute young lady." But it itches! I cried. "No!" She snapped, "you'll wear something ladylike and that's that!" But as the years went by I cried until I only wore things that didn't hurt my skin. But I knew they had to be cute and only for girls.

When I was 10, my favorite dress was poison green, it was stretchy and felt nice on my skin. Then I started skipping and my chest looked weird and they said, "Looks like it's time for the flower to bloom, hmm?" with strange nods and grins. She brought me the "training bras" which weren't so bad. They made my chest look right again. Then in a few years she brought out other ones. I cried and cried, and told her I hated how they felt. I did, I did, they were awful. But I couldn't tell her I hated how they looked more. My chest was so very very wrong. The training bras were far more comfortable. She had gotten better at listening when things hurt my skin, and said, "Well, but those don't fit. But... I suppose..." and went and bought me more training bras. It was months before I learned they were actually called sports bras. I grew and more and more I hated my skin, hated the thing that I was trapped in. I prayed and begged and pleaded and cried, "Lord, why didn't you make me a boy instead?" And dreamed of a waking up to a boyish frame with no one to know I was ever a girl. But Health class said that all[most, many, but I took it for all because this was misery] girls looked at a mirror and wished they were different because they wanted something different than what they saw there. When my sister watched Mrs. Doubtfire my father scoffed and disapproved, I didn't quite know why but I knew he thought that it was bad. When I was 14, his 70 year old pastor friend told us of the horror of when his father left his family forever to crossdress. Men wore pants and women wore dresses. Just as men wore short hair and women long tresses. Those were always the Biblical rules. At least so I continued to be told.

I can't remember how much the teen years hurt, but after I graduated I finally knew that the word transgender could sometimes exist. But I didn't think that was me. Nor was anything that meant sexuality. The internet was a grand old thing, and I learned at 16 that I might not be broken for not having crushes. But not till I was 17 did I dare to breathe an admittance that I was asexual. And I was 20 before I'd dare to admit that maybe I wanted more than just to be a man. Was it possible I was a boy? But I hadn't been a boy, I was a girl who'd like the cute things I'd been given. Sure, I'd always wanted the other things, but I was always easily distracted by girls' soft plush toys. Who was I to even consider that maybe I might be transgender? A distaste for one's looks, and desperate desire couldn't possibly mean I hit such a dread measure. And there are days and sometimes even full months where I am content with my body and looks. But there are also miserable times where I long for something completely utter. I joke and I scream if only I had a shapeshifting ring. To be a man when my body is horrid, and to leave myself alone when it's perfectly fine. A dress today, or a man in a dress. I don't even quite know where it all ceases. But maybe there's an umbrella that I can stand under. Genderfluid, is that where I reside? Where my gender fluctuates more than the tides? Genderqueer, genderfucked, androgynous, non-binary. I don't quite know, it feels like the sands are always shifting. Am I woman or man? Neither one really fits, but non-binary isn't quite the right, so two umbrellas I'll pick for this changeable me, because genderqueer and fluid are the closest to me.

#genderfluid #genderqueer

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wakasaz · 2 years ago

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Purple Haze

♡Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Hairstylist!reader

♡Summary: Benkei thinks Wakasa's hair is boring, so he recommends his favorite barbershop.

♡Tw: 18+, NSFW, poorly written, afab!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (m → f & f → m), use of alcohol, pet names, princess, pretty girl, sweetheart. I think that's it if I forgot something let me know.

♡A/N All characters are 21+ Not proof read. Part of hairstylist series I guess? A few people asked for this to be posted so.

♡Wc 6.8+

Wakasa wasn't one to care about appearances. The way he saw it he looked how he looked and that was that. Well, that was until Benkei had to bring up that he has had the same hairstyle since high school. Blonde and shaggy that's how his hair has always been and he didn't care but now that Benkei was nagging him about it he decided maybe he did need a change so he started growing it out.

Wakasa was content until Benkei had to open his mouth again and tell him his hair is "boring".

"You told me to get a new hairstyle and I did."

"All you did was stop getting my cut."

"Yeah, and now it's different than in high school."

"It's boring man. Did you even try to find a new style?"

"Technically it is styled."

"Putting it in a ponytail or bun isn't a style man. Look just go to my barber at least once. I guarantee you'll like it and since I'm such a good friend I'll even help pick your new style!"

"If I say yes will you shut up?"

"Yes"

"Hmm, fine."

Benkei took care of everything. Made the appointment, picked out the cut, he even went as far as to pay in advance so Wakasa wouldn't have to worry about anything. The day of the long-awaited appointment came. Benkei and Wakasa met at the shop as they agreed. Wakasa was actually early. He made it before Benkei so he waited in the parking lot on his bike. A few minutes later Benkei shows up.

"Umm hey man so I need to tell you something," Benkei says

"Hmm?"

"So my normal guy had a family emergency and had to leave early so one of his employees is taking over all his appointments for today. But I promise you man they are just as good. I've seen their work several times while getting mine done and they are basically on the same level as my guy. I'd even let them do mine if my normal guy wouldn't be able to. But if you aren't comfortable with it they did tell me they could reschedule you for next week when he is back."

"I don't care, I'm already here let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit man!" Benkei says slapping him on the back.

If we are being honest here Wakasa didn't have high hopes. He wasn't expecting much. What was there to expect? It was probably some old dude who has been doing this his whole life and his employees were probably the same. Just a bunch of old men cutting hair. That's a Barbershop is right?

Oh, how wrong Wakasa was. He wasn't expecting much but he definitely wasn't expecting this. They walked in and there stood a young girl with (h/c) hair. Is she the one doing my hair? He thought looking around the shop. She's the only one here. Where are the old men? Now Wakasa wasn't sexist by any means, but when he thought barber he thought of old men cutting other men's hair not a cute young girl. Was it even safe for you to be here alone? Wakasa was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone talk.

"Benkei! I haven't seen you in a few months!" The young girl said

"Hey, (y/n)! Yeah, I think I've been coming in on your day off. It's good to see you."

Wait Benkei knows her? Wakasa thought. So she must be the one doing my hair then if he knows her.

"It's good to see you too!" She says with a smile "so is this your friend you were telling me about earlier?"

"Yep, this is Imaushi Wakasa. Wakasa this is (l/n) (y/n)."

"Nice to meet you Imaushi, Benkei has told me quite a bit about you."

"Nice to meet you too (l/n), probably all bad or embarrassing things."

"You wound me Waka! I'm not that bad of a friend." Benkei says faking being offended.

Wakasa just rolls his eyes. He knows better than that. Any chance Benkei has to embarrass him he is going to take it.

"Well if you are ready to start you can come on back to the second chair Imaushi."

Wakasa walks over and takes a seat with Benkei following not far behind.

"So what are we doing?" (Y/n) asks

Wakasa just looks at Benkei through the mirror waiting for him to speak up since he has no idea what he is getting done.

"Oh, we made an agreement I get to pick his new cut but it has to be a surprise till the end," Benkei says showing you a picture of the style he picked.

"Oh, okay. You cool with this?" You ask Wakasa who just nods his head and says "let's just get this over with"

"Well since it's a surprise do you want me to cover the mirror Benkei?"

"That would be great (y/n)!" He says

You cover the mirror and get a clean cap for Wakasa. You noticed he wasn't very talkative so you mainly talked to Benkei. You start by brushing Wakasa's hair and getting a comb out the section. The picture Benkei showed you had the sides shaved and the rest was left long. You parted the hair from the arch of his eyebrows back go right below his ear and down leaving a square section. You did this on both sides and secured the sections with a rubber band. You then clipped the rest of his hair so it was out of the way. Since the side is going to be pretty short you decided to go cut them with your shears first then go in with your clippers and trimmers after for a cleaner look. You picked up your Sam Villa essential series 5.5" shears holding them in your dominant hand with your thumb and ring finger in the finger inserts and had your pinky resting on the tang.

"You sure about this Imaushi? Once I cut this I can't put it back on. You sure you don't want to know what I'm doing first?"

"It's just hair it'll grow back. Just do whatever Benkei says."

"Okay, as long as you're sure. You can't get mad at me if you don't like it!"

Wakasa just chuckled at that. He truly didn't care. As long as he doesn't look stupid he can always deal with it till it grows out.

You proceed by cutting the square section behind the rubber band. You do this on both sides and sit the hair left in the rubber band aside on your station. You picked up your Babylisspro FX870 rose gold clippers and attached the number 2 guard onto the blade. You moved the taper lever up for a closer cut and turned on the clippers. You moved the clippers from bottom to top keeping your hand on the sectioning to ensure you don't cut outside of your section. After you are sure the section is evenly cut and no stray hairs are left behind you put the clippers down and pick up your Wahl Mag trimmers to clean everything up. You went around his ear, squared off his sideburns, and cleaned up around his hairline. You processed to do the same on the other side as well. After you finished his sides you took the rest of the hair down and brushed through it again to make sure it didn't Knott but while it was clipped out of the way. You picked your shears up again and parted his hair down the middle. You took two inches off making sure not to cut past your second knuckle. We wouldn't want to cut your palm now, would we? The haircut didn't have any layers so you just did a basic zero degrees haircut.

After you finished you let Benkei take a look then took Wakasa to the shampoo bowl. You washed his hair with Paul Michell Tea Tree shampoo and did a deep conditioner since Tea Tree can dry the hair. You brought Wakasa back up to your chair and brushed his hair out after spraying Redken One United leave-in spray. You picked up your Sam Villa 1.5" Thermal styling round brush and Bio Ionic Powerlight professional hairdryer and dried his hair. After his hair was dried you pulled it back up into a ponytail for him but left two pieces out in the front one on each side. Once finished and Benkei gave you a thumbs up you took the cape off the mirror that you used earlier to cover it and turned Wakasas chair to face the mirror.

Wakasa looked in the mirror and just nodded. You took the cape off and he got out of the chair thanked you walked out to his bike. Benkei stayed behind and talked to you for a few minutes.

"I don't think he likes it. He didn't even say anything." You say to Benkei

"It's just how he is. I don't think he hates it. He doesn't show his emotions much."

"He could of at least said something" you mumble

Benkei just laughed and ruffles your hair

"Thanks again (y/n)! I'll see you later alright."

"See ya Benkei, and of he tells you he doesn't like it let me know! I'll be glad to change whatever he wants if he isn't happy."

"I will." He says walking out

Benkei walks out of the shop and sees Wakasa leaning on his bike.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Do you like it?"

"It's alright, I don't hate it. Just wasn't expecting it."

"(Y/n) thinks you hate it."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't say anything."

Wakasa's eyes widen slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice unless they stared at him. Was he supposed to say something? Now he's worried he offended you. Benkei and you talked the whole time he didn't want to interrupt. He also wasn't sure what to talk to you about. He doesn't know anything about hair so that was out of the question. He doubts you know anything about of like fighting or gang-related stuff. Did you even know he and Benkei are in a gang?

"I didn't know I was supposed to."

Benkei just shakes his head. They both got on their bikes and went their separate ways after talking for a few more minutes. Wakasa was home and was looking in the mirror. It isn't bad. She didn't do badly. She did well. Looks damn near identical to the picture. A week went by and the haircut started to grow on Wakasa. He noticed when he was bored or spacing out he would unintentionally rub his hand up and down the shaved sides of his head. That's actually how he noticed it needed to be shaved again. It wasn't as prickly anymore. He wasn't getting the same sensation on his hands when he rubs it.

It's been a little less than four weeks. You are at work cleaning up after your last client when the bell on the door chimes indicating that someone walked in. You turned around expecting just a random walk in since your next appointment wasn't for another half hour and you knew your boss didn't have anyone coming in for at least an hour but what you didn't expect to see was Wakasa standing by the door looking lost. You walked up to the front desk. This was a small family-owned shop so you didn't have a receptionist. Everyone took care of their appointments and customers themselves and took turns helping out walk-ins.

"Hey, Benkei's friend right?" You asked

"Yeah, (l/n) right?"

"That's me! What can I help you with"

"Was wondering if I could get the sides shaved again."

"Of course! Did you want anyone in particular to do it?"

"You. Umm I mean if you have time that is."

"Sure go ahead to my chair and I'll be right there," you say with a smile

Wakasa sits down and you get a cape for him

"What are we doing?"

"Just do whatever you did last time."

You did everything the same except you both decided to only cut the sides as the rest of his hair was fine. The appointment went pretty much the same as the last except this time he talked. He actually talked.

"How long have you been doing hair?" He asked

Of course the most asked question you probably get because you look so young. You usually lie and make a joke out of it saying "oh this is my first day" or "I don't even have my license, I came in to get my hair cut and they were hiring and said I looked like I knew what I was doing and offered me a job." Or even the occasional "don't tell my boss but I'm not actually licensed, I printed the license off the internet." Your boss and the regulars know you are joking and snicker but the look on the customer's face is always priceless. For some reason, though you don't even think to say any of that to him you tell him the truth.

"Three years, I graduated high school with my license."

"Oh, so you're what twenty, twenty-one?"

"Twenty-one"

"Hmm, I'm a few years older than you then. I'm twenty-four."

You finished up the cut and he left. You started cleaning up and you heard your boss snicker.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

You just roll your eyes and get back to work

The next couple of months consisted of the same thing. Every 3-4 weeks Wakasa walked in for a shape up and you guys would talk. At first, it started as casual talk then turned into learning more about each other lives. Wakasa started staying longer and longer after each appointed to talk then he started coming on more often even when he didn't need a cut.

"Hey, (l/n) just need the sides done."

"Imaushi, I saw you last week. I wouldn't be taking anything off."

"Oh, well since I'm here..."

And he would start a conversation with you every 3-4 weeks turned into 3 weeks, then 2 weeks, once a week, then twice a week, every other day, and now every day. Wakasa knew your schedule better than you did at this point. He knew when you started and when your day ended. He knew the times you were alone. Those are the times he always aimed to be there. He knew your shop had a lot of males even though you did both male and female hair but the clientele was mostly male because of your boss's clients. He also knew some of them likes you or would flirt with you. He saw too many times when he was in there. One guy in particular really irked him. Hanma Shuji. He knew all about Hanma. How he's a cocky little shit who doesn't like the word no. How he's in a gang and that he is a little bit crazy. Hanma would do anything to get what he wants. Unfortunately for you, you happened to be Hanmas knew fascination.

It was 8 pm the shop was about to close and Wakasa knew you'd be alone. He was on his bike on his way there. He was a little aggravated already because he was late. Benkei was off today so Wakasa had to stay longer to close up the gym. He pulled into the parking lot and what he saw made his blood boil.

" come on, you're done for the day. Just one trip around the block."

"I already told you Hanma, no, and I not done I'm waiting on someone."

"Please"

"No"

"How about a date?"

"No Hanma I'm not interested." You said walking away to start folding towns waiting on Wakasa. Hanma grabbed your wrist when you went past him

"Listen (y/n) I always get what I want one way or another."

You pulled your arm back

"Not this time Hanma"

"You little-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. You heard a smack and then saw Hanma on the ground. Wakasa had hit him.

"She said no now fuck off." He said in a monotone voice.

"Come on (l/n) I'll drive you home."

After that Wakasa made sure to always be there when you had closing shifts. The minute the boss left Wakasa was walking in. He would just sit there and watch you work. You would have to yell at him for eating all the lollipops you kept for the kids after they got their haircut. He would replace them though. And it wasn't his fault you shouldn't have left them right where he sits.

He would drive you home every night even though you insisted he didn't have to.

"It's not safe for a pretty young girl to be walking home alone at this hour." He would say "I'm going that way anyway so you might as well let me take you."

The drives home started turning into drives to a fast food place for dinner before going home, then turned into taking the long way home so you could spend more time together. The long way home turned into just around the block one more time. One more time turned into late-night rides around Tokyo into the early hours of the morning.

"(L/n), let's go on a ride."

"Where to Imaushi?"

"Wherever we end up." He shrugs

You got his bike and he sped away. You holding onto his waste resting your face on his back. You got used to how fast Wakasa drives. Granted he does try to slow down with you on the bike "precious cargo" or whatever he said.

You stopped at the top of a hill overlooking the city.

"Imau-"

"Wakasa, ... Call me Wakasa."

"O-okay, Wakasa, call me (y/n) then." You said smiling

The late-night drives around Tokyo quickly turned into crashing at whoever's place was closest at the time and dropping you off at work in the morning. This pattern went on for several months and before you guys knew it it's been a year of Wakasa showing up at your work and driving you around town after. So seeing Wakasa come into the shop after your boss left wasn't anything new. Except for this time it was.

Wakasa showed up right when your boss left just like any other day except this time he seems aggravated. You can tell something is on his mind. You close the shop early and decide to hang out here for a little while together. You don't remember exactly how many beers you're both in now but it's enough that you're both acting like idiots. You're both loud laughing and cracking jokes that probably aren't that funny if you guys were sober.

"I-i want you to color my hair (y/n)!"

"What why?"

"'Cause Benkei says I'm b-boring" he hiccups

You're giggling at Wakasa's drunken state-granted you're just as drunk if not more.

"Let's see what's not boring..." Wakasa says with a serious face. At least as serious as he can be this shit-faced.

"A zebra, yeah a zebra..." Wakasa mumbles to himself

"(Y/n)! Make me look like a ZEBRA~!"

"I am not putting black color on your pretty blonde hair."

"What color will you then?"

"I don't know. A demi or semi, but not anything permanent. I like your blonde hair." you say spinning in the chair next to Wakasa

Wakasa looks up at the ceiling "What's your favorite color?" he asks

maybe its the alcohol or maybe its just your big mouth but you say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your eyes" you say looking at Wakasa

He turns his head and looks at you in the eyes. "then do that" he says

You drunkenly get out of your chair stumbling to the back room where all the color is kept. Once in the back room you start looking at all the color. You're boss doesn't color hair. He leaves all that to you. Looking around the room you spot where you keep all the fashion colors. Walking over to the shelf you start looking for purples.

"Joico or Pulp Riot?" you say to yourself looking at what is in stock of Joico you realize you don't have any purple left in stock. "Guess Pulp Riot it is then" you grab two tubes of Jam and One of Nevermore. Grabbing a bowl and brush you mix the two tubes of jam and two ounces of nevermore. You grab a pair of gloves and some foils and stumble back out to Wakasa. He was spinning in your hair with a sucker in his mouth looking up at the ceiling. He honestly resembles a little kid right now.

You stand behind him holding up the color bowl and smile at him. He looks at you in the mirror. "Alright, (Y/N)! Make me pretty" He says laughing. 'you're already pretty' you think. you nod your head and tell Wakasa he isn't allowed to be mad at you later if he changes his mind and he reassures you this is what he wants and he isn't going to change his mind. You put the gloves on while Wakasa takes his hair down and brushes it for you.

You put his cape on and get your foiling comb in your dominant hand sectioning his hair to start at the bottom back of his head. Since he apparently wants to look like zebra you decide to not weave his hair and just do slices. One you get have the section sliced out how you want it you grab a foil and fold the top over your the tail of your comb and put it under the slice. You hold the hair and foil in place by grabbing the end of his hair and holding it taut while you remove the comb from the foil and pick up the color brush with some of the purple on it and start applying it from roots to ends making sure to saturate the hair enough so it isn't splotchy.

You are about half way done foiling his hair when Wakasa starts complaining about how long it is taking. "well yeah, dummy, you giggle "I'm not just cutting it this time. I'm almost done" A half hour, a pack of suckers, and half a case of beer later and you are finished applying the color. You set a timer and tell Wakasa he has to wait twenty minutes and you'll be right back. You gather up all your supplies and go back to the back room to clean them up.

In the back room is a washer and dryer, color, perms, perm rods, a table and chairs, extra capes and cleaning supplies. The sink is in the far corner of the room. While using it your back is turned to door. You are so busy rinsing the bowl and brush you don't notice someone walk in. You jump feeling someone snack their arms around your waist and rest their head and your shoulder. You quickly realize its Wakasa once you smell cherries.

"I thought I told you to wait" you say turning off the water.

"Got lonely" he says his breath hitting your neck causing you to shiver. Wakasa starts rubbing his face into the crook of your neck "mmh, you're pretty" He holds you tighter causing your back to be flush with his chest. You feel his lips graze your neck "pretty girl" he whispers leaving a kiss where his lips where.

"Wakasa" you whisper even though it is only you two in the salon. Too drunk and high on the feeling of Wakasa's breath on your skin you don't notice one of his hands leave your waist and travel up to your chest grabbing onto the mound Wakasa lets out a groan.

"You okay with this, pretty girl?" Wakasa ask. You open your mouth but no words come out so you just nod your head. "Gotta hear you say it, sweetheart" "Y-yes, Waka" you say leaning back into his chest more. Wakasa starts kissing down your neck to your shoulder then back up to your jaw line. His hand that is left on your waist starts sliding down to the top of your pants. Wakasa nudges your cheek with his nose when you turn your head to look at him he catches your lips. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder to deepen the kiss. Wakasa's hand slips past your pants and you gasp when you feel his fingers on your bare heat. Wakasa slips his tongue into your mouth while he slips his other hand into your shirt. You grind back into him and he lets out a groan into your mouth. Wakasa continues to grind on you while you both fight for dominance.

You start to turn towards Wakasa when you both hear the timer you set earlier go off. You both break the kiss and jump away from each other breathing heavily. Neither one of you will meet the others eyes. You both continue to stand there saying nothing while the timer is going off. You finally decide to speak. "we - um - we should wash your hair." Wakasa nods and walks out of the back room. You follow shortly after to find him sitting at the shampoo bowl.

You walk over and tell him he can lean back and begin to rinse his hair. You've never been nervous around Wakasa. It's always been the opposite actually. He always made you feel safe and he was easy to get alone with. He has never made you uncomfortable, but you can't stop your hands from shaking as you start shampooing. He didn't do anything you didn't want. Actually you've spend many nights thinking about Wakasa while laying in bed with your hand shoved down your pants but you never thought anything would actually happen. He was a client and he was also your friend. You didn't even know if he saw you the same way. You didn't even know if he liked girls if you were honest with yourself.

You've seen girls thrown themselves at him and he always turns them down. Always has an excuse as to why he doesn't want to go out with them. Even the girls who straight up tell him they only want sex he still declines their offers. In the year of knowing Wakasa you have never seen him with a girl romantically or sexually. And he has never talked about any girls. at least not to you or in front of you. Maybe he just wasn't sure if you were comfortable hearing that stuff. You hear it all the time though you work in a shop that is ninety percent male clientele and Wakasa has been here when the guys have made lewd comments about a girl walking by or an actress or whatever but know that you think about it Wakasa never joins in on the conversation. actually he tends to rolls his eyes and ignores what they say.

You finish up washing his hair and putting it in a towel telling he can go back to your seat. You follow him and take the towel and start brushing his hair. Yep, he looks likes a zebra. Wakasa doesn't say anything. Not meeting your eyes in the mirror and you are scared he hates it or hates you for letting him kiss you and touch you the way you've been dreaming of. Maybe he didn't really want it and it was just the alcohol that caused him to do it. You start to worry that you might have messed up your friendship with the violet eyed man.

You try to remind yourself that Wakasa isn't a talkative guy but that wasn't true. While he might not be talkative to people he just meets or doesn't see as a friend but he does talk to you. He hasn't been this quiet since the first day you met him. You continue thinking about how to fix whatever happened to make Wakasa so quiet when you hear him start to laugh. Not just a chuckle like he normally does but an actual laugh. You look up at him confused. "What?" you ask

Wakasa continues to laugh and starts pointing at you "l-look at your neck" he says you look in the mirror and see purple hair color all over your jaw, neck, and shoulder. Not to mention it is also all over your top and pants. Basically everywhere he touched you is covered in purple. You stair wide eyed not knowing what to say. You look down and see Wakasa's hands are also stained purple. "You idiot! look at your hands!" you yell. Wakasa looks at them and starts laughing even louder.

You start laughing with him and shaking your head. "I'm not sure I'll be able to get all this color off your hands and my body" you tell him "good" he says stopping laughing at looking you in the eyes in the mirror. This is the first time he has looked you in the eyes since the timer went off. His eyes are dark. "what?" you ask. Wakasa stands up and pulls the cape off himself. He starts walking around the chair to where you are. He gets to you and starts walking closer causing you to start backing up. "I said good" he says continuing to walk closer and closer. "Now everyone will know where I touched you" he says. The back of your legs hit something hard. You turn your head slightly over your shoulder and see you are up against the front desk by the door. The door that is right next to a big window showing the inside of the shop for anyone who passes by.

"I-is that a good thing" you whisper even though its only the two of you. Wakasa nods his head and walks right in front of you and puts both his hands on either side of you on the desk closing you in. "Don't wan' anyone else to touch you" He whispers in your ear "'cause you're my pretty girl" he says moving his head so his lips graze your own and dropping his voice at the word my. "You are my pretty girl, right?" he asks. You bite your lip and nod your head. Wakasa puts his hands on you waist and lift you up onto the desk using his knee to open your legs so he can stand between them. "Tell me to stop" he says eyes flicking up to your own checking for signs of discomfort but he finds none.

Wakasa wants you to tell him to stop. Tell him to stop before he crosses the line even more than he has already done. He can blame what happened earlier on the alcohol and apologize to you in the morning and the act committed being minor enough that you forgive him. Tell him to stop before he takes things further to the point you won't forgive him. Wakasa thought that tasting you and touching you for the few minutes he did earlier would of been enough, been enough that he doesn't constantly think about bending you over this damn desk every time he is in here and a guy flirts with you or bending you over his motorcycle every time he takes you for a ride. He thought that now knowing what you taste like and how you felt under his skin would of been enough for him to take care of himself and imagine it was you. But at the same time Wakasa was praying you don't tell him to stop because now that he has tasted you once he knows he won't be able to stop thinking about. Now that hes touched you once he knows if you ever let him get that close to you again he won't be able to stop because he needs it, craves it.

You don't say anything because you don't want him to stop. All you can think about is his calloused hands and his tongue that tasted of his favorite candy. 'What else can his hands and tongue do?' you wonder. "If you don't tell me to stop I don't think I'll be able to sweetheart" Wakasa says the grip on your waist tightening. "Don't stop" you whisper over his lips. The second the sound leaves your mouth Wakasa's lips are on yours. This kiss is different than the first one. Hungrier, more feral, animistic almost. Wakasa grabs the back of your head fisting your hair pulling on it to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a moan when he pulls on your hair giving Wakasa the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hand leaves your hair and goes to your neck. You're grabbing onto his shirt pulling him closer. That's all you can think about, closer. How to get him closer to you.

Wakasa understands what your doing and pulls you to the end of the desk closer to him. Your arms go around his neck hands grabbing onto his hair pulling on it. Wakasa moans into your mouth while he grabs the hem of your shirt lifting it. You put your arms up and break the kiss as he removes your shirt throwing it somewhere in the salon to be forgotten about. As soon as your shirt is gone his lips are on yours again. You hand goes underneath his shirt feeling ever bump of his abs and every scar and flaw he has. Though you wouldn't consider them flaws. Wakasa's shirt rises high as you move your hand high and high up his body. Lifting his hands you remove his shirt throwing it to be forgotten just like your own.

Your hand slides lower on his body till you hit the top of his pants. Both hands fumble with his belt. you push yourself off the desk and slide down to your knees kissing down his tones body the lower you do. You undo his pants and start to pull then down. Wakasa grabs your wrist looking down at you "you don't have to" he says you bite your lip and pull your wrist back continuing what you were doing. His cock springs free and you take it in your hand giving it an experimental pump. Licking up the underside to the tip Wakasa throws his head back. Taking him into your mouth you start to bob your head trying to take him down as far as you can without gagging. "oh god" Wakasa says drawing out the words. He grabs onto your head and bucks his hips into you. He pushes your head guiding you and controlling the speed. Wakasas breath hitches "f-fuck" He pulls away before he cums grabbing onto your arms and pulling you up. He pushes you so your back is flat against the desk. He pulls your pants and underwear off throwing them dropping to his knees. "my turn" he says before attaching his mouth to you. He fucks your cunt with his tongue switching to his fingers so he can pat attention to your little nub. He spells his name and draws shapes switching the presser and speed he is giving you. "Waka!" you yell breathlessly grabbing onto his hair trying to ground yourself. "'m gunna-" Wakasa pulls away from you. "cum for me princess" reattaching himself he picks up his speed. your legs start to shake pulling his face closer to you. Your back arches screaming his name. Wakasa continures working you through your high.

Once its too much you start trying to smack him away. He chuckles against you pulling away with your juices dripping down his chin. He stands up and positions himself between your legs licking his fingers. The second his fingers leave his mouth his lips are on yours again tasting yourself during the kiss. You both moan into each others mouths. Wakasa fists himself rubbing between your folds to collect slick you jerk everytime the head of his cock nudges your swollen clit. Slowly pushing into your heat Wakasa has his face shoved in your neck leaving kisses trying to distract you. "'s too much" you whimper nails digging into his shoulder. "I know." he whispers "But my pretty girl can take it, yeah?" You whine holding onto him tighter "You can take it right, princess?" He asks lips hovering over yours "y-yeah" You say as he bottoms out. Wakasa smirts "knew you could pretty girl" He say kissing you.

Wakasa waits a few seconds to make sure you are okay before he starts moving. When he does start moving its slow. Painfully slow. You can whine and can feel Wakasa smiling against your skin. "What's my girl need?" he asks "hmm?" you whine again "Come on use your works for me, princess?" he says "F-faster" you say. Wakasa picks up his speed and starts thrusting faster and harder. He's holding onto your hips so tight you know they are going to bruised in the morning. Your nails scratch his back leaving marks and he groans into your neck and bites on the flesh. "waka!" you yell wrapping your legs around his waist to hold him as close to you as possible.

The only sounds that can be heart are the wet sounds of skin smacking again skins and your moans that are muffled by Wakasa mouth. Wakasa man handles you into flipping onto your belly so you are bent over the desk ass in the air. He slams back into you with such force it sauce you and the desk to move. You yell his name. Wakasa continues to fuck into you as you lay face down on all the business cards and appointment books reminding you you are still at work. But you don't care. The only thing you care about is Wakasa and what he is doing to you. You feel him move your hair and start kissing up your spine to the back of your neck. Your legs are shaking hardly able to hold yourself up. Wakasa slips a hand under you to play with your swollen nub while he abuses your cunt telling you how much of a good girl you are for him and he knew his pretty girl could take him.

Arching your back and pushing your ass back into Wakasa to meet his thrust you come undone yelling his name and gripping the desk under you trying to ground you. Your legs give and wakasa is quick you grab you with one of his arms as he continues to abuse your cunt. His movement grow sloppy and he is groaning and grunting louder with his head laying on your back he asks "where- where do you want it?" without even thinking you you say "inside". Hearing that is all it takes for wakasa to snap painting your gummy walls white and he thinks if he died right now buried in your pussy he could die happy.

You both stay like that for a minute both coming down from your highs breathing evening out. Wakasa is peppering kissing all over your back and shoulders. You can feel his cum start to leak down your thighs when Wakasa slowly stands up and pulls out his softening cock. "I'll get you cleaned up" he says kissing your shoulder one more time before walking away. You roll over and sit up on the desk. Wakasa comes back a minute later and starts to clean up the mess of both of your juices. After he is done he helps you get dressed then dresses himself.

You both clean up the salon and leave. Walking in the parking lot Wakasa offers you a ride home like always you accept on get on his bike with your arms around his waist. He speeds down the road. Once you get to your apartment you invite Wakasa in. Sitting on the couch watching a show neither of you care about Wakasa asks "What are we?"

"What do you mean?" you ask him

"Was that a one time thing? Are we just fucking now? Are we together?" he says whispering the last sentence

"I like you, Wakasa"

"I like you too, (Y/N)" he says sliding closer to you on the couch. "So, will you be my pretty girl for real this time?" he asks

The next day at work you walk in with Wakasa following behind because "I have to make sure my girl is safe before I go". You both notice your boss and two clients looking at you both. You and Wakasa exchange looks confused as to why everyone is staring.

"Finally made him your boyfriend huh, (Y/N)?" your boss asks

"What are you talking about?" you ask confused

"Imaushi. You guys are together now right?"

"How did you know?" you yell at your boss "We just got together a few hours again!"

Your boss and the clients both laugh and your boss points to you and Wakasa. Finally realizing what he was talking about your eyes grow wide. You turn to the mirror to see your neck is stained with purple hair color in the exact shape of Wakasa's hand while his hands are still stained purple.

"Wait, so that's why your hair is purple." Takeomi asks Wakasa with Benkei following behind as they walk into the jewelry store after leaving the Brahman hideout

"Mhm" Wakasa says

"How long ago was that again?" Benkei asks

"Around three years ago I think" Wakasa says walking to the counter

A worker walks up to the three men "Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with?"

"Yeah, do you have any purple engagement rings?" Wakasa asks

This keeps getting deleted for some reason. If I happens again I give up

Also I don't write smut so I know this sucks but for the 7 anons who asked after the ran x hairstylist post here you go. Hope it isn't too shitty(it is)

#tokyo revengers #wakasa imaushi #wakasa tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #mdni #Sanzus-Katana

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years ago

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Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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poohbea · 2 years ago

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Hey pooh. I saw your tags on ship your moots post. Would be really bad if I asked you about your selfship with him? I mean I love Suguru 😌😍 and I wanna hear about your selfship. Pls?

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏: 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐇 𝐗 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

ship name: poohguru (omfg how cute is that) trope: strangers to lovers/ work colleagues to lovers where we met: at my job (childcare) content: extra super duper fluff, cheesy shit, tattooed!geto, he's young here (maybe a few years older than I am), also this is my version of sugu - so deal with it hahaha

Now we know Suguru loves kids, but when he first arrived to work we were all a little shocked at how good he handled them. They often comment on his hair, asking to touch it and play with it since it's so long, something he doesn't mind all too much. Him and I were often paired together with the older kids, he just had a knack of keeping them under control, stern but reasonable.

He'd often keep them entertained with art and stories of his travels. Whenever he wasn't around they'd be so sad, they missed their favourite educator. I've got to say I was a little jealous, but I guess that's what helped cultivate our relationship.

It wasn't rare for us to steal glances at each other, playful teasing and banter included. We sort of became that iconic duo around the service, practically inseparable after a few months. He's mischievous in his tactics to say the least, using the kids as leverage for his flirting.

"You look pretty today, Pooh." He'd start, to which I'd respond with a suspicious side eye.

"Okay, what do you want." I chuckle while setting out the food for the afternoon.

"What? The kids were telling me how nice you look, so I thought I'd let you know."

"Gee thanks, Sugu."

And little by little he'd rope the kids into this little game. "Are you and Geto dating?" I'd get asked every second day, immediately searching for the man in question to find him staring right back at me while helping his small group with mixing paints.

"No." I reply, with the shake of my head, throwing him a playfully serious look. "Geto and I aren't dating, my love."

"Would you want to?" Was her next question, one that I didn't have answer to right away. "I think you like each other."

"What makes you say that?" I say finally breaking my staring match to look down at her.

"You're always together, and he said he likes you... like, like likes you." She giggles while looking back at him, thankfully he was focused on his art.

And it would go on like this for a whole year, pictures painted of us, jokes and playful teasing, until one day.

"Poohhhh!" A group of them yell as they run around the corner.

"Woah, woah, don't run on the pavement. What's going on?"

"Geto wants to talk you!" They had the most frantic expressions on their little faces, grabbing and pulling me out the door.

"Is he okay?" I ask, playing into their dramatics. They giggle and keep guiding me, all the way to the assembly hall, that's when I noticed the flower petals on the floor. "Guys..." I begin but they soon release me and bolt, disappearing around one of the classroom blocks.

So I follow this path of flowers, till I get to the doors, silently opening it. And when I tell you the gasp I let out, the gasp to match all gasps. There he stood, on stage dramatically under a spotlight that was conveniently lit, dress shirt half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled (just because he knows how much I love his tattoos) and bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Really?" I laugh, shutting the door behind me.

He smiles as I approach, offering a hand to help me up onto the stage. "Really." Was his only response.

We stood in a comfortable silence for a moment, before I placed a hand on his chest, closing the already small gap between us. "What's your plan now, Mr Geto?"

"Well, first to give you these." He hands me the bouquet, lilies, my favourite. "And next, I have a question."

With a soft sniff of the flowers I sigh, lashes fluttering as I look at him. "Ask away."

"You know, ever since I started working here I've had a crush on you, okay that's a lie it took a few months, you were a bit of a hard ass- ow!" I laugh as I hit his chest playfully, shaking my head with a smile. "Am I wrong though? Wait no I'm sorry!" He cowers as I go to hit him again, this time catching my wrist before laying a kiss to my palm.

"A real romantic aren't you?"

"It's a part of my charm."

"You're on thin ice, Suguru."

"Okay, anyway. Like I said, I've liked you for a long time and with this job and the kids and spending so much time with you, I might more than like you."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I love you, Pooh. And if it's not too forward, I'd like you to be my girlfriend."

"I think we're past forward, Sugu." I reply with a giggle.

"So is that a yes?"

"Yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend."

He can't stop the cheesy smile that forms on his lips, letting his fingers lace through my hair to pull me into a kiss.

And the rest is basically history, we got married three years later and here we are today.

#pls the way i was cheesing the whole time writing this #like this is my actual love story hahahaha #i wish #⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ pooh's self ships ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹#⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ poohguru ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹#i didn't edit this so forgive any errors hahaha

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swordofpevensie · 4 years ago

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We Will See (Prince Caspian x You Fic.)

requested: by @lovecatystuff Hi! Could you write something with Caspian and arranged marriage, when both of them didn't want it at the beginning but later he see how caring and lovely she is, please? Thank you in advance! 💜💜💜

warnings: angst, arranged marriage, the reader (you) has a terrible father, mentions of violence, implying of rape, almost violence, we defeat sexist idiots here, miraz is a jerk, slowburn.

word count: 5005

a/n: i sincelery hope you like it caty because you are so cute and deserve to be happy. i’m so excited to share it with you! (｡♡‿♡｡)

my masterlist is not here because you know, i broke it.

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The first time you saw Caspian, you were sure that you hated him. First of all, he was so spoiled, because he was the prince of a strong empire. He was also conceited. He didn't even greet you. And you could tell he was doing his best not to look at you.

While your father and Miraz were discussing how this marriage would be and its benefits, you and Caspian just sit there. No one asked you what you thought, if you wanted to get married, if you liked each other. You felt like a worthless and pathetic animal waiting to be sold to its new owner. You wanted to cry and escape from that room, that castle and get lost. You wanted to be alone for the rest of your life because you were sick of your greedy father and sacrificing yourself for his benefits.

“My Lord,” You heard your father speaking. “I'm sure this marriage will make both of us stronger than we already are.”

Miraz nodded; there was an evil smile on his face.

“You know she will stay here,” He spoke. “Is she good and obedient? I don't want a bride who is a rebel in my castle.”

Your father had a little flashback about you. You fighting with a sword, showing up in the castle covered in mud, the time you bit a man's hand because he was trying to stop you from fighting, you yelling at your father because he didn't allow you to go outside, the time you fell into a hole with your horse while you were training.

“She is absolutely obedient, my Lord.” Your father said. You tried so hard not to smile. “She will not cause you any problems.”

Miraz looked at you; there was something in his eyes that made you so uncomfortable. But you didn't look away, answered his eyes and stared at him until he felt annoyed and turned his head.

“Then, let the preparations begin!” Miraz shouted.

Your father signified you to come with his hand. When you stood up to go, Caspian did the same.

“May I talk with you before you leave, Princess Y/N?”

You didn't ask your father for permission on purpose. He beat you and forced to you to get married no matter how hard you tried to fight back and stop him. Now, you were determined to turn his life into a ceaseless torture.

“Yes, of course.” You replied him. Honestly, you were surprised that he condescended to talk to you.

“I think it will be better if we can talk alone. Would it be okay for you to go out?”

“I'd like to go outside.”

Your father grunted angrily and intended to stop you but Miraz stopped him.

“We should let young lovers talk.”

When you were finally outside, Caspian stopped in the middle of the garden.

“Thank you for accepting my offer, Princess Y/N.” Caspian started to speak. “I know you do not want to get married with me. I totally understand that, we've just met and maybe you have someone else in your heart, or maybe you just do not like marriage.” He cleared his throat. “What I'm saying is although we both do not want this marriage; I think we should try to enjoy it. I do not expect you to love me and I can't love you suddenly but if we try to be friends, things may be easier and bearable. What do you think?”

You didn't like him, that was a fact, but his words offended you somehow. Especially when he said bearable, you felt very offended. Were you ugly or not enough for him? Were you a person who was annoying and unbearable? You didn't do anything wrong in the short time he saw you. Why did he use such words then?

“Yes, Prince Caspian, I do not want to get married to someone like you and I will do whatever it takes to stop this marriage.”

He seemed angry. “You cannot stop it now. They've already decided. We are getting married, no matter we like it or not.”

“I can stop it!” You raised your voice. “And I will!”

He rolled his eyes. “Could you stop your father when he first informed you about the marriage?”

Your answer was silence.

“That's what I thought.” He took a short breath. “I know you are angry and sad. I feel the same things. You are not the only one who is forced to marry. If we can respect each other and become friends, we can at least have a good time despite their evil intentions.”

“No,” Your voice shook. “I will stop my father. I will try harder.” When you felt your tears coming, you turned around and left Caspian there.

Caspian was sure that he hated you. Although it was the first time he saw you, he thought you were unbearable and about to turn his life into a nightmare.

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It had been a month since you and your father left Miraz's castle. During this time, you kept fighting with your father and objecting this marriage but he was determined and strong.

He punished you, made you stay in the dungeons for a week, locked you in your room and let you out only when tailors came to prepare your wedding dress.

You felt nothing but unhappiness. Sometimes you weren't even there, people talked to you but you didn't hear. You were unhappy, sad and broken because you felt like nothing, no one. You opinions weren't important, your voice wasn't heard. You didn't want this marriage because your mother and father's marriage was also arranged and your mother suffered because of your father for her whole life. You were scared to have the same fate.

However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your father and your wedding day came. You, your father and the maids travelled to Miraz's castle the night before the wedding.

The maids helped you get dressed, they did your hair, put some scent on your body, and you were ready to go.

Your father was with you during the ceremony. He escorted you until you arrived to the dais and Caspian held your hand.

Your dress was dark red; you noticed Caspian's cape was the same colour. He wore black trousers and boots, his shirt was also black.

You made your marriage vows but both of you kept it short and simple.

Caspian had managed to convince his uncle not to have a ball after the wedding. Miraz accepted because he didn't care about your wedding at all and he didn't want to deal with people.

When you were informed that there wouldn't be a ball last night, you were glad. You didn't want to want to dance with him and pretend to like him.

Therefore, after ceremony ended, Caspian and you went to your room. The place you would stay for the rest of your life. You hated every step you took and every single minute you walked. Caspian was holding your hand until you arrived to the room. It was a matter of form.

He opened the door and waited for you to go inside.

You were scared. What if he wanted to make... It? Would he hurt you if you said no? You had no weapon with you because your father made sure you didn't take any. You could fight with him with bare hands but what if he had a weapon? Your heart was beating so fast and your legs felt numb. You entered the room and just stood. You didn't know what to do.

But when you turned and looked at him as he closed the door, you realized he seemed nervous.

“So...” He said in a low voice. “We have to be here tonight, to make others believe in our marriage. Will you just sit and pout or would you like to talk with me? My books are there,” He pointed the right side of the room with his finger. “I mean if you like reading history.”

He was not going to hurt you. You took a short breath in relief. You felt all your muscles relaxing and that numb feeling leaving your body.

“I love history.” You replied him. You tried to sound friendly. He was right, you had to stay in the room until morning and maybe spending time with him wouldn't be so bad?

He took a step towards you, meanwhile you stepped back reflexively. He frowned.

“I know we do not know each other yet. The first thing I need you to know about me is I will never hurt you. I am not a violent person; you don't need to fear me.”

You just nodded.

“Is there anything you need me to know?”

“You should fear me.” You said and he laughed.

“Why?”

“I am an excellent fighter.” You were really proud of yourself. “There is no man I can't beat in a sword fight.”

“Oh, okay, Princess Y/N is fierce.” He had a smile on his face which made him look very friendly and warm. “Would you like to fight with me at dawn?”

“Of course.”

He extended his hand. You took and shook it. You looked at each other for a few minutes, without breaking the handshake.

“History,” You said when you realized you'd been holding his hand. “Books. Could you please show me your books?”

“Please,” He pulled the chair behind the desk for you. “Be my guest, Princess Y/N.”

You smiled as you sit.

“What do you like to read?”

“I read anything I find.” You replied. “But my favorite subjest is Narnia tales.”

He seemed suprised. “Do you know about them?”

“Of course I do. My mother used to tell me their stories. Kings and Queens of old, I am very fond of them.”

“Talking about Narnia is forbidden here.” Caspian said. “My uncle doesn't like Narnians.”

“So how do you know?”

“I have a professor. He teaches me. Wait a second.”

He turned his back to you and started to search something in his bookshelves. One wall of the room was used as a bookcase. He took a book from the back of the shelf. He brought the book and put it to the desk.

“May I sit?”

“Yes, yes please.” You moved a little when he sat to the chair next to yours.

He opened a page. “Here is one of their pictures.” He explained. His voice was confident and excited. You could tell how interested he was in Narnia. “This is High King Peter, this is King Edmund, this is Queen Susan and this is Queen Lucy.”

You nodded as you looked at the picture. “It is very beautiful.” You'd never seen their pictures before. “Do you know Mr. Tumnus?”

“No, I have never heard this name before.”

“Oh, he was an satyr and Queen Lucy's friend. They say when she first came to Narnia, Mr. Tumnus saw her and welcomed her in.”

“Who else do you know?”

And you talked about Narnia, Kings and Queens, fairytales, your favorite stories and heroes, what might have happened to Narnians. You chatted about yourselves too. Your childhood, your training stories, what you liked to do, what your favourite food was.

He wasn’t that bad, actually, he wasn’t bad at all. Communicating with him was easy, he was friendly and talkative. He smiled frequently and was always careful, never got closer to you before asking.

You thought maybe he was right after all. You were married now and neither he nor you could rise against your father or Miraz. Maybe things would be better if you started trying to be friends with him.

That's why you were nice to him whole night. You let him see the true you, the funny, nice, kind and lively you. And he liked that side of you. He hoped you'd never stop being like that because he hated to see you upset and broken. The day when you talked in the garden was a nightmare for him. You seemed so unhappy, so tired and upset and he felt the same things. The look inside your eyes broke his heart, which was already damaged.

Because when his uncle told him he'd get married, Caspian was so scared. He was too young to be married. He had dreams, wishes, and plans in his head. He was going to be a seafarer and search for Narnians. But this marriage would mean to stay inside of the kingdom and with his future wife. He hated that thought. However he still hoped his chosen wife would be someone easygoing so that even though he wouldn't love her, he could still have good time with her and try to make her happy.

That hope was destroyed by you when he tried to talk with you. He was disappointed and sure that his life would be a disaster from now on. He thought you'd make his life a torture for him.

Spending time with you, however, changed his thoughts. He realized you were nice and easygoing when you wanted to be. You were funny and very wise. Every story you told him and each new information you gave him about Narnians amazed him and he felt so glad that you knew and liked Narnia. He loved the way you told stories, with a big excitement and admiration, because he felt the same things when he talked about Narnian stories. Sharing his feelings with you made him feel so good.

You fell asleep after a while. The whole day was overwhelming and you were really tired, therefore you couldn't stop yourself.

Meanwhile Caspian was trying to find a book about astrology. When he finally found the book, he turned his face to the desk and saw you sleeping. Your arms were on the desk and you put your head on your arms. He couldn't help but smile. But then he realized he couldn't let you sleep on the desk. He put the book randomly to a shelf and approached to you silently.

“Y/N,” He told your name in a calm voice. “Princess Y/N, you should wake up.”

He tried to wake you up a few more times but you were in a deep sleep.

“Okay.” He muttered and sat next to you.

He couldn't sleep though. He sat there with you until you woke up at dawn. He read some books, thought about his day, and sometimes watched you.

He honestly felt happy because you two managed to be friends.

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After three weeks had passed since the day you and Caspian got married, your public duties started. The first one was to visit the market place and observe the economic situation of the people and listen to their problems. You were really excited because you liked to talk with people and also you wanted to feel useful. Sitting inside the castle all day and spending most of your time with Caspian were getting boring.

Honestly, spending time with him was actually good. Waking up at dawn and fighting until you both were tired became your tradition. Caspian taught you how to use arrow and bow; in return, you taught him how to fight with a dagger. After fighting, you came to your room and took bath respectively. If there was any meeting, you and he participated together because Miraz demanded you to make this marriage seem believable, therefore outside of your room, you were always together. You had to hold hands sometimes but besides that, it was alright. When you spent time together in your room, you read, studied with Proffesor, just chatted together; you drew and he watched you, you watched him as he played the piano. At night, you slept in the same bed but you kept the distance.

However, all of those activities made you feel selfish because you were now the princess of Telmarines and your duty was to serve them and meet their needs.

When you finally arrived to the marketplace, you walked arm in arm. He was very thoughtful; he helped you with your dress, pulling it gently so that you didn’t step on it. He held your hand while you were getting out of your carriage.

You couldn’t tell if he was excited or not until he started talking with people. You saw that people loved him and he was very fond of them. He knew their names and he was so kind. He was very good at talking with children and he was so soft and cute with babies. He introduced you as his wife many times, which made you feel weird but somehow good.

He watched you as you talked with people. He was surprised because you were very nice to everyone. You were polite and your manners clearly showed that you cared about all of the people. Several women gave you flowers or something they cooked or baked. His eyes were on you as you ate food you were given and thanked and praised each woman. He’d seen princesses who didn’t even accept food from people. A boy wanted to give you a flower crown and you crouched down for him to put the crown on your head. Caspian found himself smiling while watching you. He realized you weren’t a person like he’d assumed. He let his prejudice form an opinion about you, which was something he shouldn’t have done. He judged you with your one and only mistake and realizing that made him feel very angry at himself.

He took a deep breath to get rid of his thoughts. He firstly needed to do his duty. Later, he could apologize to you.

You spent almost four hours in the market place, however neither of you realized how much time had passed when your driver and one of your guards (you insisted that you didn’t want them but you couldn’t stop Miraz) informed you about the time and told you it was time to leave.

Caspian and you discussed everything people told you, their problems, how to solve them, how to help people. The problem was actually very clear: They were sick of paying taxes as they knew their money was only spent for the armies of the lords who did nothing to help them.

As soon as you arrived to the castle, you went to Miraz’s room to discuss it with him. He was a strong lord and if you could get his support, others would probably listen to you.

Caspian was with you when you entered the room. He was right behind you but he was silent. He wanted you to be the one to solve this problem and win the hearts and minds of people.

However when you explain the situation to Miraz, he said ‘’No.’’ without hesitation. You were shocked because you really thought he would want to help you.

You frowned. ‘’How can you say no? They are our people, we must help them.’’

‘’Their taxes protect them.’’ Miraz looked very determined.

‘’There is no war at this moment. I think we can abate the taxes.’’

‘’Princess,’’ Miraz said in a insulting manner. ‘’You shouldn’t puzzle your brains with such problems. Go and do ordinary princess things. Comb your hair, sing, kiss your husband or whatever. This is not your business.’’

He made you angry, more than you can describe in words. You wished you could punch him but you managed to be calm somehow.

‘’My ordinary princess things are my actual responsibilities towards our people. And it is not your decision to make. It concerns all of the lords, therefore we will take it to the council.’’

‘’You will not.’’

You looked at his angry eyes with determination and stubbornness. ‘’You cannot patronize me. I have every right to discuss it with the council. Who do you think you are? The king?’’

He raised his hand against you however Caspian captured it before you or Miraz could do anything.

‘’Don’t even think about it, uncle.’’ He said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

It was the first time you saw him angry and you could honestly say that he looked dangerous.

‘’She is right.’’ Caspian continued. ‘’We will take this to the council and you are not the king, you cannot stop me or her. The council will decide what to do.’’

He let go of Miraz’s hand but his face didn’t change. ‘’You wanted to bring her to this castle and make her our princess. You have to respect everything she says and does because like it or not, she is our princess and I think what she is doing is amazing and very right.’’

After hearing Caspian’s talking in that tone and manner, you understood why he was a prince and the next king. At that moment, he was not just a young and inexperienced prince, he was a strong king and he knew how to rule a kingdom, in that case, people. He was made to be king and realizing this made you feel proud of him. You also appreciated him and how he stood up for you.

‘’Come.’’ He said to you and together, you left the room. Caspian directly went to the council room and demanded a meeting.

You explained the situation and needs of the people. Caspian supported you and made sure that everyone knew that you weren’t alone. Some of the lords didn’t want to abate the taxes while some of them supported you.

It was debated in the council for two days, you and Caspian never gave up the cause. At the end of the second day, lords announced that they agreed to abate the taxes and spend their economic sources to help and support the people. General Glozelle supported you extremely. You thought he supported you just to annoy Miraz but you were still thankful.

You and he were in your room after everything was over. You felt really tired after talking, discussing and arguing for two days but the satisfaction of beating Miraz was worth it.

‘’Princess Y/N,’’ Caspian said. ‘’I really appreciate what you achieved. My uncle doesn’t even let his wife to be a council member but you defeated him very elegantly and successfully.’’

You smiled at his compliments. ‘’Thank you,’’ You said. ‘’But I think I would lose without your help. Thank you for standing up for me and your support.’’

‘’With such a determination like yours, I think you would beat my uncle and council without me.’’

You smiled proudly. ‘’Thanks. My father says I got it from my mother.’’

‘’May I?’’ He asked as he stood up close to the bed.

‘’Yes, please.’’ You made room for him. ‘’And you don’t have ask every time. Also you can call me just Y/N. You don’t need to add princess.’’

‘’Oh, so, are you starting to like me, Y/N?’’ He asked jokingly.

‘’I thought we became friends.’’ You looked at him. ‘’Didn’t we?’’

‘’Yes, yes we did. We are friends.’’ His voice was low and he wasn’t looking at you.

‘’Is there any problem?’’ You felt worried. Had you done something wrong?

‘’No, just...’’ He breathed out as he rubbed his nasal bridge. ‘’Yes, there is a problem and you’ll hate me when I tell you.’’

‘’I won’t hate you.’’ You got closer to him. ‘’I know I was really rude to you at first but believe me, it changed. Please tell me. I’m sure we can solve the problem together.’’

‘’I tried really hard not to do this but I couldn’t stop myself. How could I? You know about Narnians, you love history as much as I do, you are an amazing fighter, you are brilliant, lovely, caring and very stubborn.’’

You were confused. Yes, you were flattered but what did his words mean?

‘’Caspian-‘’

‘’I like you. Not as a friend. As a... When I introduce you as my wife to people, I feel good.’’

You couldn’t say anything. The only thing you did was to give a short and shaky breath. You were totally shocked because you never thought he’d like you. You had been mean to him and you were distant. Honestly, you thought he hated you or didn’t like you. You assumed he was just trying to be nice and was putting up with you. But his words vanished all of your prejudices because he sounded very sincere and serious. The way he complemented you and the last thing he said... You felt good, that was for sure, but you didn’t know how you felt about him. Did you like him? You’d never considered this, maybe because you were determined not to like him or maybe because you were sure he wouldn’t like you.

‘’Caspian, I really don’t know what to say. But I don’t hate you, I never did and I never will. You’ve been so good to me, more than I deserve. You are so nice, kind, thoughtful and caring. I am really thankful to you. However I am not sure about my feelings. I never thought we would like each other.’’

He nodded silently. ‘’It’s alright.’’ He said. ‘’I don’t and can’t expect you to like me suddenly.’’

‘’It’s not because you are an unlikable person.’’ He looked at you as you continued. ‘’It’s because I was sure that you would never like me.’’

‘’So... What will happen now?’’

You smiled at him. It was a warm and sincere smile. ‘’We will see.’’

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‘’I’m beginning to think you are doing magic.’’ Caspian said while he was looking at the second arrow you shot which pierced the little red circle on the target board.

You laughed. ‘’I wish I could but, no, it is the result of practicing too much.’’

He took the arrows from the board and brought them to you.

‘’You’ve improved so much. I feel very unneeded while I’m standing here.’’

‘’I think you should be proud. You are my teacher after all.’’

‘’You are a brilliant student.’’ He said, smiling. ‘’However, I think if put your leg like this,’’ He put his right leg a bit further than where yours were. ‘’It will be better.’’

You did as he told. ‘’Is it okay?’’

‘’Yes, and you should raise your arm higher.’’

You did that too.

‘’Just a little- Can I show you?’’

‘’Yes of course.’’

‘’Okay, now,’’ He took a step towards your back. ‘’Your elbow should be like this,’’ He spoke while he put his hand to your elbow and pushed it up softly. ‘’And it would be better if your arm,’’ His hand were on your arm now, his touch was so gentle. You felt that his fingertips were burning part of your skin which wasn’t covered with arm-guard.

You tried to ignore his touch and focus on what he was telling but you failed. You felt like a candle slowly melting because of the fire. You woke up to the fact that you wanted to melt. For him.

‘’Y/N,’’ You finally heard his voice. ‘’Are you alright?’’

‘’Yes, I am.’’ You took a short breath and lowered your hands and bow. ‘’I’m sorry, I just...’’ You turned your head back and looked at his face. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’

‘’You can.’’

He looked very worried and you loved it. He was very caring during all this time you spent together. He was also so thoughtful. Whenever you frowned a little, he immediately asked if you were okay. He always made sure that there was water on your night table. He always helped you when your dress caused you problems.

‘’Do you still like me, Caspian?’’ You asked very nervously.

He licked his lips before talking. ‘’Yes, I do. More and more day by day, actually.’’

You smiled when you heard his answer. ‘’Then, I have some news for you.’’

He raised his eyebrows, there was a little smile on his face. ‘’I am listening very carefully.’’

‘’Prince Caspian,’’ You said and took a deep breath. ‘’I think I like you.’’

His smile got bigger and bigger and you heard him laughing. ‘’Really?’’

You nodded. You were smiling too. Saying your feelings out and loud made you feel very relaxed, as if a heavy burden was taken off your chest.

‘’How?’’ He asked.

‘’Am I supposed to give you an alphabetic list?’’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘’It just happened but I think it was inevitable.’’

His dark brown eyes were shining. ‘’It feels like I am in a dream.’’

‘’Does it mean you dream about me?’’ You asked jokingly.

You realized he was taking you into your arms. You let him because you needed to be in his arms, feel his touch and body heat.

‘’Sometimes.’’ He said. ‘’Don’t you?’’

‘’Sometimes.’’ You copied him. It made him laugh.

‘’Can I kiss you right now, Princess Y/N?’’

‘’Yes, yes you can, Prince Caspian.’’

You dropped the bow when his lips touched yours. All of your muscles relaxed, you felt like you would fall to the ground but thankfully his hands were on your waist, holding you tight.

His lips were soft, his kiss was passionate. You could almost taste his desire and you absolutely loved it. Being loved and wanted by him felt like you were over the moon.

He was the one to break the kiss and look at your face very carefully. He liked it when he saw your red lips.

He was looking at you carefully, as if he was trying to understand whether you were real or not. You noticed that he really couldn’t believe you liked him.

‘’I like you.’’ You needed to say it again so that he could believe.

He took your hands into his and brought them closer to his lips, then kissed your hands. You bit your lower lip, it was your soft spot.

‘’I like you too, so much.’’ He managed to say before you grabbed his face and kissed him.

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༉₊˚✧ʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢ : xɪᴀᴏ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

anon requested: a red string of fate soulmate au where in xiao would try to avoid / deny that he has a soulmate,, angst to fluff or just plain angst :]

synopsis: everyone is born with a string that connects them to their soulmate. it can never be cut, and it can never be tangled.

genre: soulmate au, angst

word count: 1.5k

warning(s): mentions of blood and character death, not fully proof-read so sorry in advance

Xiao had hated the idea of soulmates for as long as he could remember.

Why put all his effort into caring about someone who was going to die anyways? Why break their heart when he has to push them away due to his job? The whole idea was stupid to him, and if he could- he'd sever the string tied around his pinkie finger.

At least, that's what he thought until he met her.

A joyful soul, so full of life and energy- always prepared to lend those closest to her a helping hand. She was even kind to the Yakasha, she didn't run from him in fear. He had heard about her before their meeting, she was somewhat famous around Liyue.

Famous for her kind acts and bright smile: even the children sung their praises about her. She was who he was least expecting to be his soulmate.

The air blew harshly through his sea green hair as he sat on top of the rooftop staring down at his now bare finger- and he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

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The tugging at his finger was growing more and more frequent as he stalked through the hilltops and although he tried his best to ignore it, he couldn't help but notice how much his heart rate was beginning to rise.

Why the hell was his soulmate out so late? Didn't they know the dangers that lurked in the shadows, the monsters waiting around every corner? They were going to end up being killed before he could even meet them- if he ever decided to meet them.

With every step the young man took, the string grew tighter and tighter- becoming more visible to his eyes, to the point where he could see it trailing on the grass floor. The bush to his right moved as he looked towards the string- and he instantly pulled out his weapon.

"Who's there?" Xiao hissed, his golden hues narrowing at the sound. The bush rustled again as a head poked over the top of it, and they instantly shushed him.

"Shush! I finally managed to get the poor cat to sleep" She whisper-yelled, causing him to cock his head in confusion. What cat? Before he could ask about it however, he noticed the string around his finger lead to her own.The girl wasn't immune to this either...and she slowly turned to him.

"Oh..."

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With a yell he threw his spear to the floor and pushed himself from the roof, jumping to grip hold of the wooden railings as tight as he could- ignoring how white his knuckles turned.

Why was he thinking of her now? It had been so long since...since then, so why did she still plague his mind?

The amber hue of the sunrise peaked shyly at him as he kept his head bowed, staring down at the bridge connecting Wangshu Inn to Liyue, and he grimaced. The sunrises weren't the same now without her, they weren't as full of energy.

"You knew this was going to happen, idiot" He growled to himself as he fell to his knees- glaring out at the scenery.

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"He likes you!" (Y/N) beamed as she watched the Yaksha poke slightly at the grey cat, his yellow eyes full of confusion as it purred at him. It had been several weeks since they had met under such unusual circumstances- and he was stupid enough to help her look after the cat she was talking about.

"Why is it making that noise? Is it possessed?" Xiao murmured as he watched the creature roll over and display it's stomach to him- causing her to burst into a peel of laughter. She clutched at his arm as he cocked his head once more.

"You're so cute, Xiao! It's a cat- it makes that noise when it's happy!" She grinned as she intertwined her hand with his own, moving it to stroke the cat. The mix of her jasmine scent and the warmth of her hand was enough to make him dizzy- and he had to focus all his attention onto the creature before him.

"Tch, whatever" He mumbled as he stroked the cat, and she clapped her hands in delight.

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Tears glassed over his yellow hues, threatening to spill and stain his cheeks. God, he'd spent so much time around her that he had picked up on her ways of expressing emotions. He had never cried this much before- dammit.

Harshly, he wiped at them with his gloved hands...but it was no use. They kept spilling, and spilling, and spilling.

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"I thought I'd see you out here!" (Y/N) grinned as she poked her head round the balcony entrance, spotting the Yaksha stood there. He turned his green haired head slightly to catch her gaze, and she quickly bound over to him.

"I brought you some almond tofu! The boss was telling me how much you like it!" She smiled, holding out the small bowl to him. Almond tofu...his biggest weakness. (Y/N) pulled him towards the small table set up near the railing of the balcony and pushed him onto the chair- pointing towards the dish for him to eat.

"Did you make it yourself?" He asked, looking up at her as she stood proudly with her hands behind her back, and she nodded her head enthusiastically. With a sigh he reached towards the fork he had been provided, and he took a bite.

Almost instantly, the flavours he adored so much washed over his tongue and made his heart throb- and his yellow hues widened.

"You like it!!" (Y/N) exclaimed as she clapped her hands, and without thinking he pushed his chair away and walked up to her- wrapping her in a tight hug. Almond tofu always made him happy, and now that she had made him some...he was even happier.

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"Xiao, can I ask you something?" The h/c haired girl whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder, staring out at the sunset. They were perched on the balcony at Wangshu Inn, all alone together in their little bubble. He hummed in response as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder- pulling her closer.

It was a year after their first encounter, and he had began to warm to the idea of having a soulmate. She cared about him deeply, he knew she wasn't going to leave him unprompted. But he was still scared.

Humans were too weak.

"Are you...happy that we're soulmates?" She whispered, leaning her head up to take a good look at him, soaking in his peaceful features. It was rare to see his face so relaxed, but it had become a habit around her. His eyebrows knitted as he pulled away from her slightly.

"Do you think i'm not happy?" He prodded, and she quickly shook her head.

"No, no! Just...I really like you. And I don't want you to feel forced to feel the same way just because...you know...we're soulmates" (Y/N) mumbled the last part, and he quickly cupped a hand to the back of her head and pulled her to his chest.

"I'd kill for you, don't ever think otherwise" He said firmly, and he could feel her laugh into his chest and she very quickly melted into the embrace.

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But, he'd been around long enough to know that all good things in his life swiftly come to an end.

He'd seen so much death to know what was going to happen.

He knew...he was going to lose the only good thing in his life.

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"(Y/N)!? Hey, answer me already!" The Yaksha yelled as he ran towards the clearing, the mask attached to his face glowing green and lighting up his path. No...no no no. Where the hell was she?!

He told her not to go out, not to follow him because it was dangerous. But by the time he had returned to her home- she was gone. The rain beat down on his body harshly as he pushed shrubs out of his way, raising his spear to cut through some of them.

The string around his finger was tight- he knew she was nearby. But why wasn't she responding to his calls?! In his panic he slipped, almost plummeting off the face of the cliff he was approaching- but he quickly steadied himself.

Up ahead, he could see 4 figures all huddled over something, the cloud around their bodies inky black. They were demons- and they had to be eliminated. With no hesitation he sprinted towards them, jumping in the air as he cut through them like paper- and they fell to the ground with a thud.

As he landed he felt the string pull tight, and his heartbeat rose. She was here. Slowly, his eyes fell to the floor where a figure was collapsed- and his heart almost cracked.

"(Y/N)?..." He whispered as he dropped to his knees, quickly scooping her up in his arms as he brushed her h/c hair off her forehead. Her skin was cold, her lips chapped and stained a crimson colour he was all too familiar with.

"Hey! Answer me!" Xiao cried as he shook her body, but she remained silent- still. His jaw clenched as he balled her towards his chest, and without trying to stop it- a loud scream of pain left his lips. Acidic tears poured from his eyes as he clung to her, the harsh rain making the blood seeping from her body pool around him.

This is why he hated the idea of soulmates.

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