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just1cefor4ll · 5 months ago
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A/N. this is set in the modern era, so basically the marauders but it’s in 2024, no voldemort, everyone is just happy and alive !! plus this isnso bad istg💀🙏 im so sorry
summary. looking back on soft launching your relationship with Severus during your youthful years at hogwarts and comparing it to present time
requested. yes || no
not.yn
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not.yn Hey lover<3
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jamie.potter maybe the schools weirdo can pull after all
b.rregulus when???? what???
lils.evans so happy for the both of u!! >w<
╰➤ jamie.potter yh me too or whateverׂ
╰➤ not.yn simp
posted 8 years ago
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s.snape
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s.snape You’re my, my, my.. My kind of woman 🤍
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not.yn 🤍🤍🤍
lils.evans the best couple at hogwarts 🥰
╰➤ jamie.potter what about uss 💔
╰➤ rj.lupin and you called severus weird…
╰➤ jamie.potter THAT WAS IN 4TH YEAR???? STOP??
╰➤ s.snape i know what you did
╰➤ jamie.potter IM LIT GETTING ATTACKED RN YOU FORGAVE US LIKE HALF A YEAR AGO??
╰➤ not.yn bully allert cancel him🙏
posted 7 years ago
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mary.macd0nald enemies to friends (and some to lovers) 🌻
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not.yn never would’ve thought we would all be a big friend group one day 🥹🤍
╰➤ s.snape tell me about it
lils.evans yesterday was so funn!! love you guys
mars.mckinns we need to do this again sometime!
posted 7 years ago
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not.yn
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not.yn welcome to the world baby girl 🤍 13/10/2024
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s.snape my two beautiful girls ❤️
lils.evans shes so cute 💞 proud of you mama
s.black uncles are gonna teach her how to have fun 🥰
╰➤ not.yn hell nah 🤺🤺
╰➤ jamie.potter hell yes ;)
╰➤ rj.lupin leave the poor baby alone she hasn’t even been home for a week yet (congratulations 🤍)
mary.macd0nald was just looking back on our teenage years!! so happy to have a new addition to our little group ❤️
b.rregulus can’t wait to meet her
mars.mckinns girl that speed ticket to the hospital was so worth it. happy for the both of you ❤️
posted 1 month ago
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“Hun, what are you doing?” Severus whispered as he closed the door of your daughters room. He layed down on the coach next to you, putting a hand over your shoulders to bring you close, a smile spreading across your face, heart thumping even after so many years of being together. Severus looks down at your phone and his eyes turn to one of shock once he notices the photos he thought he’d never see again.
“You still have those? Thought you deleted them since it was like.. when we were 16?” He raised a brow and scrolled through the many pictures that had been taken in your younger years. “Yeah I just felt.. nostalgic. I’ve never deleted them off my account and I don’t plan to.” A chuckle leaves Severus’ throat and shows you the picture of him you took at the time you announced your relationship, putting it next to his face. “You think I’ve changed much?”
“Not really, you just don’t have your long-long hair anymore. We’re just 23 Severus, what were you expecting at this age? Wrinkles?” You flick his forehead and he winces sarcastically, giving you a dramatic pained expression. “You hurt me, darling.” He sits up and cups your cheek, pulling you into his lap with a sweet smile. “And I must say you’ve grown out of your shy phase and you do smile a lot more.. however I can’t say the same when were around other people.” You smirk, tucking a strand of loose hair behind his ear. “And you haven’t grown out of your constant teasing.” He grunted into your neck and embraced you to hide the small smile forming on his lips. “What can I say? I guess adulthood hasn’t quite kicked in yet.”
However your statement got cut short once you heard your daughters sobs, which died down just as quick as they started. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Severus breathed out a laugh. “You were saying?” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes im which he could’ve gotten lost in during that very moment. He lifted you in his arms and walked with you in his arms to your bedroom, laying you down onto the bed.
“How about we.. get a bit more nostalgic tonight, hm?”
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chriss-slut · 11 months ago
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Pls pls write a one shot abt this. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeVwJ6f4/
Begging
Significant Other
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~ Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader ~
Synopsis: basically, inspired on this tiktok.
Warnings: none, just fluff and making out <3
A/N: It's a little short and i don't think it ended well but i tried :) and thank u for the requestt!!
Me and Chris date for about 6/7 months now. We're really affectionate with each other, and when i say really, i mean really. PDA is literally our thing, always holding hands, always glued to each other or even kissing while we're inside or outside. We really don't care about what other people think and if we could, we probably would even hook up in public, yeah...
Anyways... I'm now at the triplets house, I've been here for a week now, and we're kinda having a party. Almost all of the triplets' friends are here. Some of them in the livingroom part chatting and others in the kitchen, eating and chatting as well.
I'm with Chris sitting on the couch, well, I'm sitting on his lap to be more specific.
Everyone is chatting among them while me and Chris are just listening to them. Chris speaks too but not as much as the others. i keep silent cuz i don't know about what they're talking. I've been looking at Chris this whole time. Even though I'm on his lap, we didn't cuddle much today and yesterday so I'm needy for love.
"What's up, babe?" Chris whispers at me as he catches me staring at him, while his friends are talking in the background.
I shake my head quickly, getting out of transe "Uh.. nothing! Sorry!" I say, trying to brush it off, and i look at the group of people talking.
Chris frowns at me, not buying it. "No. You've been staring at me for too long. What's happening?"
I sigh, Chris knows me too well. "Alriight... i miss you, that's just it!"
"Miss me? I'm literally under you!" Chris speaks softly, chuckling softly.
"Not like thaat! I miss being with you, cuddling with you, kissing you... those kind of stuff!" i whisper at him.
Chris smirks at me and leans in to kiss my neck softly "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've gave you what you wanted!" he speaks softly against my neck.
I shiver softly "I dunno... I didn't want to bother you, I guess." I whisper softly, my hand massaging his scalp.
"You'll never bother me if you want love..." He mumbles softly against my neck. Chris starts nibbling and sucking on my sweet spot in my neck, making me moan lowly and shift my position in his lap, so I'm hugging him completely.
Chris smirks again and run his kisses up to my face, kissing my cheeks, nose and lips. When he gets to my mouth, i can't help but deepen the kiss.
Chris returns the deep kiss and we start making out in the middle of a huge group of people, his hands now cupping my ass and my arms around his neck.
All of the voices in the background fade and the only thing we can hear is our muffled soft moans and the sloppy noises of our tongues and lips against each other.
After a while, our session is cut off by a voice.
"Chris!!! Stop almost eating Y/N and get your ass here!" Nick yells for the - god knows how many - time from the kitchen.
Chris pulls away from me and growls annoyed. "What?!?" He yells at Nick.
"Chris, I've been calling for you for 10 minutes! Are you deaf??" Nick yells back.
Chris rolls his eyes "And are you blind? Can't you see I'm busy??"
Nick rolls his eyes as well "You're busy making out? Did you know you can do it at any time of the day without being in the middle of a party??"
Chris sighs "Jesus Christ..." He taps my ass, indicating for me to get off him.
I stand up and sit on the spot we were as Chris stands up as well and goes over the kitchen.
I take a deep breath and wipe my mouth, cleaning the saliva that was around my lips. I stay zoned out, thinking about our make out.
"Hey, baby, I'm back!" I get cut off my transe hearing Chris speaking to me while standing right in front of me. i look up at him and smile. I move to the side, giving him space for him to sit down next to me.
"What did Nick want?" I speak softly, leaning against Chris.
Chris wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "Just a random annoying shit... Don't worry about it, I'm here now" he says sweetly at me, smiling.
i smile back at him "okay, then..." i lean to peck his lips "i love you, you know that?"
"i love you too, baby" i speaks softly, leaning to kiss me again, this time, more intensively.
I hope you liked it!! Pls tell me what you think in the comments, i'd appreciate it :) xoxo <3
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leonw4nter · 8 months ago
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been obsessed with ur fics relating to Taylor’s songs 🥺 can u do one with ‘sl/t’? Just a good ole fluffy fic.
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My Cuddly Eldritch Boyfriend!
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Eldritch Horror!RE2R!Leon x F!Reader
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“Ah yes, my human female companion, I believe I am required to inform you of my whereabouts for today. Since we have run out of the minuscule jar of the chocolate-hazelnut spread you quite enjoy consuming with sliced bread, I had to leave our shared den and purchase some for you. It appears that I have underestimated the price of such delicacy for the bills I have pocketed fell short of a few more dollars,” your boyfriend Leon happily recounted as he showed you the large tub of sandwich spread that he bought earlier today. “Boyfriend”, rather, if he can be considered that.
Leon waltzed into your life quite interestingly, a little more differently than most boyfriends do in the lives of others who have them. You were trapped in an unhappy relationship, the kind where you had to beg to be shown affection and got scolded for buying yourself little goodies like a funny little pond jewelry dish. He was always on his gaming computer or out with his buddies for beer and snacks, yelling at you over the phone whenever you refused to lend him more money. You went home one evening, after a draining workday, to see your “boyfriend” quietly cleaning around the house and stopping to greet you good evening and ask you about your day. It’s quite the contrast to go from an “annoying clingy hoe” to “human female companion” but the latter is leagues better than the other words hurled at you. Leon isn’t even the name of your former boyfriend, wherever he is now; this replacement simply decided to name himself. You know you should be looking for your former partner, wherever he is, but you don’t want to. You’re more than happy with Leon and you wouldn’t want another undeserving girl to fall into the suffocating clutches of your ex.
“A lady has also offered me a small slice of processed meat– a sausage, it is called. Seasoned pork meat rolled into logs, a cut skewered into an infinitesimally slim stake referred to as ‘toothpick’. It is quite delectable, I must admit, but I haven’t any payment in my pockets so I had to politely decline her offer,” he continues recalling. You take out your phone and google a word: “infinitesimally”. This is another of the changes you noticed with your boyfriend: his lexicomane speech; you would never hear words the likes of ‘infinitesimally’ and ‘minuscule’ from him, intelligent phraseology is not in his vocabulary. A few days after the swap of boyfriends, you found yourself having to install a dictionary app on your phone in order to keep up with his sesquipedalian use of words and engage in conversation. You smile, finally spotting the definition of the word: extremely small.
“That’s great, Leon. We still have some sausage in the freezer, though, so I think it’s only right that you didn’t get some coz we might’ve ended up with far too much,” you respond as you set your phone down on the counter. “What brand was it though? I might pick that up for you next time around when I go for groceries.”
“Hm,” he hums in thought.
His human appearance appears to slightly glitch as he delves deeper into his recollections of the day earlier; he appears to have a chromatic aberration, multiple shadows of his head moving about and twitching around in smoky wisps, as several muffled voices of ancient chanting begin to grow a little bit more noticeable in volume. You grow worried yet you stay seated on your chair, carefully observing Leon before anything too out of control and mind-shattering occurs. Thankfully, he finally manages to remember before the voices get too overwhelming for your human mind.
“I believe it was called ‘MorningStar’,” he finally says. He falls silent, head tilting as his face grows expressionless. “Are you alright, girlfriend?”
He steps closer and sits in front of you, back straight and hands in his lap as he continues to observe you thoughtfully, the gears in his head turning to determine how to approach you.
“Oh, yes, Leon. Don’t worry, just zoned out a little. That’s all,” you respond with a forced smile that doesn’t convince him entirely.
“Have you finally observed that I have left the bathroom light bulb switched on during the entirety that I was out purchasing goods to consume?” he quietly asks, voice laced with guilt and shame as he looks at you with something akin to puppy-dog eyes; you didn’t know that eldritch horrors are capable of giving puppy-dog eyes. “I apologize with utmost remorse, my human female mate. In my haste to please you, I have overlooked a step in securing your household utilities.”
You wonder what is the connection between his previous concern for you and the most recent sentence he just uttered then it occurred to you that he wanted to delay admitting to  you that he forgot to switch off the lights; Leon must’ve also forgotten that humans don’t have the level of perception as whatever his kind has, or maybe he assumed that you and you alone possessed that ability. You never would have known if he didn’t bring it up to you. It is funny to see this eldritch being that was clearly trying to pass off as human, as if you had the power of the universe in your palm and could so easily kick him out into the streets, a look on his face now reminiscent of a kicked puppy. It appeared as if he shrank into his olive green sweater, hiding into the warm and dark depths that the piece of clothing offered. Now his ashamed aura was seeping into you, making you feel a slight tinge of what he’s feeling.
“Leon, it’s fine, okay? We’re still in one piece and nothing too bad happened. Besides, I have enough money to comfortably pay off utility expenses so there’s nothing much to worry about,” you reassure him with a gentle hand to his firm shoulder, feeling the spot unwind from the tension beneath your warm palm. “That happens to me too and I get frustrated sometimes but now I just laugh at it.”
He lights up again and that aura of despair fizzles away lickety-split. He beams again, a little too widely for what could be considered normal. He continues rambling on about sausages before asking you about your workday and leaning in to listen intently; you talk and talk, he sits and devotes all his attention to you and answers too, from time to time. He’s a lot more engaging and present when it comes to talking about yourself than your former boyfriend; all he’d talk about is himself and how you’re lucky he loves you, the occasional comparison to other girls. When you’re finally finished talking about your day, it’s Leon's turn to talk about his.
You don’t want to tell him that he’s not perfect on trying to pass off as another ordinary human being– he still tends to unhinge his jaw when he gets excited, his form glitches when he’s deep in thought, he refers to you as ‘human female mate’ or ‘human female companion’ or simply ‘girlfriend’ though in a manner free of offensive intentions, he likes to change the shades of his blue irises, and his verbose vocabulary. Other than the multiloquent manner that he converses in, no one seems to pick up on the irregularity of his physical form, not even when there’s faint shadows of his head fluctuating when he thinks; surely he’s travelling to universes beyond human comprehension just to figure out an answer to “what’d you think of the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie?”. You guess that he’s conjuring some form of illusion that mask slip-ups in his form but why this doesn’t apply to you, you’re not exactly sure but you don’t plan on telling him his lapses; you’re perfectly content with him cooling up your drink with his hand alone in a matter of seconds when you’re out together. He’s far from perfecting the image of a totally human boyfriend but you’re slightly positive that he’s the most perfect lover.
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“I would like to relish in the amusement of motion pictures with sound alongside you on our couch,” Leon expresses in mild emotion though he seems quite eager to watch movies, just phrased in a more archaic fashion.
“Me too” you respond with a small giggle at his unintentionally goofy personality. “Got a movie in mind?”
“Movie? Ah, yes. The moving images,” he recalls. “I have overheard this title from a young couple I happened to share a bus with, Kate and Leopold, they said. Appertaining to this hearsay statement, it must be a picture that thoroughly imprints itself on the heart and mind.”
“Kate and Leopold?” you say out loud and he nods. “Sure, why not. C’mon let’s head to the living room.”
“Of course,” he responds with an enthusiastic smile as he gets up from his dining room chair and quietly pushes it back before trailing behind you like the lovecraftian horror puppy that he is.
You put on the movie, both settling into a comfortable silence, attention centered on the film on your TV. In the middle of the film, you realize how you are quite near to him yet he does not make advances to touch you as he appears content with your shoulders touching. You sit up, inching closer to his side yet you don’t make this all simultaneous as you don’t want to shock him into discomfort. Much to your pleasant amazement, he not-so-subtly extends his arm behind your neck and rests it there. You look at his head and his face is still trained on Leopold chasing the snatcher, though the tips of his ears are dusted with a faint bloom of pink; who knew that cosmic beings could blush. Now slightly more confident, he slowly tries to urge you closer to the warmth of his side though he’s now hesitant with his actions. You snuggle closer to his side and now his hand is comfortably resting on the side of your arm where his silvery touch sends a flurry of tingles. Leopold and Kate are now sharing a kiss on a rooftop after a waltz to which your heart nearly goes into overdrive; Leon is not faring any better, visibly red-faced and overcome with butterflies that press up against his lungs (if he has any), making breathing feel a little funny. You wonder if he’s mentally replacing the characters with you and him and the image makes him feel madly excited.
“Leon, are you cold?” you ask towards the movie’s nearing end.
“No, but are you?” he counters, turning to face you now.
“Kinda.”
“Would you like me to fetch some for you?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I can get it myself–”
Something heavy and weighted and fuzzy envelopes you from the chest down, placed down by the man beside you.
“What’s this?” you ask in a slightly raised voice.
“A blanket,” he responds in a nonchalant manner.
“Why is it so heavy? I know weighted blankets exist but this one’s a little heavier than what I’m used to…”
“It’s bear fur.”
You fall silent, staring down at the brown fur mass laid above your body before staring back up at him, silently asking if this is his form of a prank. Unfortunately, he is serious about this.
“Um… Leon, I appreciate the blanket but I generally prefer faux fur to actual animal-sourced fur. It’s, you know, more wildlife friendly… yeah, um…”
You need not to say more when the blanket is still brown but is now clearly made of faux fur, having changed it right away without arguments or insults hurled at you. He seems satisfied with his service, adjusting the blanket to cover you up properly without obstructing your view of the movie. You offer to share the blanket but he objects, tomato-faced as he stutters his apology.
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The movie is finished and he smiles, remarking on how the couple was correct about their opinions and recounting some of the lines that stuck to him. He seemed to especially adore the portion where Kate is enchanted by the sight of Leopold on horseback, most excitedly analyzing the scene and going into detail about the look of love and the twinkle of Kate’s eyes before sighing dreamily.
“I wish to one day flawlessly emulate the depth of emotion she captured with only both her eyes, though I am well-aware that this is all expert acting. It would be my pleasure to one day look at you with such adoration as you tell me tales for there is nothing more that I desire than to enlighten you about the boundless worship that I present to you,” he wistfully conveys as he watches you walk around the bedroom before settling down to lay beside him.
You softly giggle, biting your lip as his voice bounces off in the walls of your mind and plays over and over again.
“Thank you. You’re doing a great job at that already honey,” you sincerely respond to him as you slip under the sheets and get snug.
“Your welcome,” he softly murmurs as a dopey smile points the corners of his lips skyward.
You ask if you can switch the bedside lamp off and he nods, the darkness of the room taking over as your eyes adjust to the lack of light. You lay still and silent before quietly wishing him a good night and restful sleep, to which he returns before he shifts and faces his back to you. Sometime in the middle of the night Leon awakens to the warmth and weight of your head and arms on his chest, the sight of you causing a human warmth to bloom where a human heart would be. You are peaceful and delicate, basking in the warmth that his form offered; the fact that you sought him out in your sleep made him feel loved, a feeling he didn’t know he’d grow to constantly crave. He pulls you closer and delicately wraps his arms around you in a protective embrace, a soft purr humming from his chest– an actual purr, like a cat’s. He strokes your hair with a silvery touch, daintily patting strands as he thinks about the fragility of his human and how he’d need to be very careful with them. His silky hands cause you to drift between the world of sleep and waking consciousness, growing more aware of his purr. You’re not new to his purring; he purrs when you two hold hands while running errands together, he purrs when you refer to him as your boyfriend to other people, he purrs when he finds out that you bought him a snack he likes. He has yet to discover that humans do not and cannot purr, that’s why you aren’t returning his physical display of contentedness but he’s satisfied that you’re letting him hold you like this. You don’t mind his purring at all and you’re firm on the decision that you love him and that he loves you back.
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NOTE - First off, thank you to the anon who requested this!! I hope this one reached your expectations, even if I did put a little twist to it :)) guys... I think we're back!!! coz I decided to start on this last night at around 11:30 PM and I rlly had my creative juices flowing, like it just occured to me so clearly so now ig I'm going to start quite late into the evening if I'm going to start something new :D this fic is inspired by the eldritch horror boyfriend prompts that I came across on TikTok and also bc I felt like writing Leon rlly poetic and soft tonightt teehee :3 That's it and and I hope you really enjoyed this fic :)) Thank you for reading my works!!!!!!!!!! I <3333 UUUUUU!!!!!!!!!
The dainty chain dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).
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cowboyjen68 · 1 year ago
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Hi!!
I just wanted to ask some advice from one butch to another.
I recently got my dream job of being a warden on a nature reserve (and i love it!), while interacting with people there I get called a young man very often (i am 18 lol) and it gives me euphoria to know im masculine enough to even pass as a man. I've also had some volunteers ask if I was a man or not (despite my feminine name).
But recently I got called a "lady" outside while out with my mother. It drove me INSANE I cried alot.
Don't get me wrong I do identify as a woman but I hate being seen as a lady.
I've even thought about using he/him pronouns recently and changing my name but i'm too scared to as most people won't understand bc im still a lesbian.
Is this strange?
ps love u and ur blog lots xx
This is an easy answer because I was 18 once and looked enough like a teenage boy that I got "hey sport" and "hey young man" all the time, especially when in my work clothes. I worked for The Mayor's Youth Corp in Iowa City in the summers of my 15th and 16th year. Mom and Dad let me get a work permit AND bought me a used Datsun Pickup so I could drive myself the 20 miles there and back each day.
I was a volunteer with the Corp of Engineers youth from 14 to 16 and Dad knew I was super excited about this job. Mom was not thrilled that I wanted to cut my hair but my "grand mullet" was really hot under the hard hat in the summer heat of Iowa. (in the 1980's boys and girls had the short in front long and permed in back look) We compromised and I cut the sides really short. (photo of my me at 16 in my uniform for reference)
Using "he" would never have occurred to me because "EWWW Boys". This is not to say, however, that I hated being mistaken for a boy, on the contrary, it felt good. When someone thought I was a young man it meant they treated me as such. They didn't talk down to me, I knew they assumed I was capable and willing to get dirty. I knew unconsiously that along with the mistaken identity came many perks. This was nothing I analyzed but little girls see very early on the difference in treatment they recieve from their brothers, male cousins and neighborhood boys. This difference leads us to become negotiators to control our circumstances and not entittled to treatment based on our skills and actual personalies.
When an adult recognized me as a boy, even for a second at first glance, I knew I didn't have to prove myself. They, for an instant, assigned to me words like "strong, capable, demanding etc". No negotations required.
When someone realized I was a girl they literally had a change in their face. They smiled at me, softened their voice. When I was called "young lady" or "Miss" it always seemed to be backed my the worst assumptions (in my mind anyway). Lady is steeped in all kinds of traits I didnt want assigned to me. "quiet, weak, likes to dress pretty"OR "motherly, submissive, meek" Nothing good in my teen brain, that is for sure. Lady felt so OLD, so married to a man and reliant on him for survival, so polyster pants and ugly flats and scratchy blouses with a flower imprint. NONE of these things are inherent to being a woman or even socially forced on us but that is not how things work sometimes. Words that describe people get stereotypes and myths and traits attached to them all the time. Woman and girl are no different.
I can tell you, the best feeling in the world when I was in that job was when my supervisor, who damn well knew I was a young woman, trusted me with all the same tasks as the boys. Who valued my opinions and abilities equally to the young men. He took time to teach me what I didn't know, just like with them and didn't assume I couldn't or didn't want to learn things on the job. He didn't shame ANYONE for not being strong enough or for getting tired or needing a break.
Don't let the assumptions of others force you into another box of conformity. You don't need a boys name or to use any pronouns you don't feel connected to just to please others. In fact, none of that effort will change perceptions of those around you. I can promise that one day being called Lady will just be another word that you can hear and know it does not change your personality or your interests or control the hope you have for your future. What does waste a lot of time and energy is trying to adjust things in your life to fit incorrect or snap assumptions about you as a person. You can never control the thoughts of those around you but what you can do is stop worrying about it and enjoy YOU.
You have a job you love and are sure to thrive in. You are solid in your sexuality and love of women, you are in a unique position to possibly change the perceptions of others when they think of "young women". Your interactions with the public are sure to effect the assumpions of at least some people when they think of young women and their roles in our society.
Congratulations on your new career and I bet you rock that uniform.
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johnwickb1tsch · 10 months ago
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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 37 all chapters
WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘
You linger a little longer in the bathroom than John after your bath, performing those obligatory feminine tasks. Hair. Moisturizer. Nails... You are extra attentive to these things here, where personal appearance seems absolutely paramount. 
When you walk out to join him, wrapped up in your fluffy white hotel robe, you find him sitting in one of the chairs with his back to you, looking out the window at the city below. Cars flit past, people mill on the sidewalks. Manhattan never truly sleeps.
You lean your hip against his shoulder; automatically he reaches for you, his fingertips sliding up your thigh beneath the robe, making you shudder with the sweet thrill of his light touch tickling your skin. You close your eyes for a moment, savoring it. It takes you a while to notice he’s holding a little black box, turning it in his other hand. 
You’re not sure why the sight of it makes your heart sprint in your chest. 
“When the Camorra come…” He pauses with a long, tired sigh. “I want you to wear this.” 
He flips open the box with his thumb, extending it towards you without really looking at you. 
The object inside is bright and shiny, sparking blue fire in the low light. 
Your heart steps to the edge of a precipice and flings itself into a swan dive–you don’t know if rocks or water await below.
“Is that…an engagement ring?”
It’s a deco white gold setting adorned with a substantial–but not obscene diamond. You realize the filigree shapes are leaves and flowers–something that would become a nature girl like yourself. 
“Technically.” 
He doesn’t sound…happy. 
“In our world wives have standing; girlfriends are just fodder. I want them to know I’m serious about your safety.” 
His meaning dawns on you–and suddenly you’re not terribly happy either. 
“You want to get fake engaged?” 
“I won’t pressure you into something more than that right now, y/n. It wouldn’t be fair to you.” 
You realize the source of your own annoyance is that for a fleeting moment you’d thought it was real–and goddamn you for a fool, maybe he finally has truly fucked your brains out, but you know you would have said yes. 
“Where…did you get this?” you ask, looking at the little ring with all its grandiose meaning. It suits you to a T. He’d put thought into this…and it feels off. 
He’s quiet for a long time, before he finally admits, “In the antique shop, in Clear Forks. It made me think of you.”
You close your eyes at hearing this, suddenly dizzy. “When?” you ask, barely able to lift your voice over a whisper.
“You know when,” he answers, matching your volume. 
You think he maybe means in the interim when he’d locked you up like a princess in the tower, after your magnificent fight. Little did you know, that things had yet to really go to hell. “Were you…going to ask me for real?” You’re not sure why your eyes are suddenly stinging with tears. 
“I’m good with vows, y/n. Absolutes. The rest…has always been hard for me. I thought…that I was never a better man, than when I was a husband. I thought that was the man you deserved–the man I’d forgotten how to be. I thought I could find him again, if we…” He cuts himself short, squeezing the little box in his hand. You hear it creak in protest. “But now I see how selfish that idea was.”   
Maybe you should be relieved, that he decided against trying to bully you into a legally binding union with him–but as it stands now…it hurts, that he changed his mind. What a conundrum you find yourselves in. How things have changed, since he locked you up that day.
“Oh.” 
There must be something in your voice, because he finally looks up at you. “Honey…please don’t be sad.”
“I’m…I don’t know what I am,” you admit, making to go to the other chair. But he grabs you up before you can run away, depositing you across his lap. 
“I’ve hurt your feelings.” 
“Maybe?” 
You’re relieved that he’s arrived in this state of mind. You really are. It’s just…complicated.
If he had sprung this on you after you’d been isolated in the bedroom for days on end, pining for him, certain you’d ruined everything… Oh. What a coup indeed. You might have agreed then too, but certainly not for the same reasons.
Or were they?
Can you trust your own judgment when it comes to this man at all?
“I’m just…trying to protect you.” 
In that moment you’re not sure if he means from the Camorra, or himself.
“I get that.”
“Then…?”
“I don’t know…” you sigh, snuggling under his chin, and you’re not lying about that. You’re tired, too tired to process this right now. “Will you hold me?”
He says nothing, just wraps his arms more snugly around you, and you watch the nighttime goings-on of New York out the window from the safety of your crow’s nest, together.
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“What a lovely ring,” says Winston, seating himself beside you on the roof, Dog at your feet. You’ve taken to wearing it early so everyone can get the appropriate eyeful–apparently assassins are terrible gossips in their off time. And maybe Winston notices it, because you’re glaring at the damn thing like it owes you money. 
You just can’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it’s not such a big deal to John, because he’s been married before…but this is all new to you. You’re not the kind of girl who’s ever gotten caught up in worrying about marriage, or weddings, but this has unexpectedly hit you in a tender place. 
The decidedly tinny voice of reason inside you assures you that it would be bat fuck crazy to marry John Wick, after everything he put you through. But your heart? The heart wants what the heart wants, and that bitch is loud.
Maybe the trauma of all these extreme circumstances has simply fried your brain, made you want to cling to the man who seems like a safe shelter right now. 
But it occurs to you on reflection that maybe, John’s obsessive brand of love is what you’ve wanted all along. To be the object of his devotion, even to the point of madness–it ticks some primeval box deep inside your brain, and you wonder if a part of you somehow knew all along. You like it. You thrive on it. When you love someone you give them everything. Why should you settle for anything less on the other side, the way you always have, your whole goddamned life?
When your parents split and started new families it felt like they abandoned you. You went from being their perfect little darling to a mistaken product of a previous marriage.  Your mother would insist with an oblivious laugh that you seemed so self-sufficient she didn’t feel like she needed to take care of you anymore. That wasn’t how it felt to you, while your little world crumbled around you, and you know deep down your need to be liked by everyone is undoubtedly tied up in this somehow.  
Your need to be loved by John? For better or worse…it’s the air you breathe. How sad, how paltry a nice normal love would seem, after this. Maybe that’s not healthy–but it’s your truth. 
No other man will ever do for you, after this.  
“Yeah,” you sigh. 
“Are congratulations in order?”
“Sure.” 
You’re not sure if Winston is in on the ruse or not–it’s funny, in this world in which you’ve been told to trust no one, you find it hard to lie to this elegant old man. Maybe you have daddy issues too.
“I see our Jonathan’s tendency to monosyllabic conversation has rubbed off on you.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologize, sitting up in your seat, trying not to appear like a sulky teenager, sure you’re failing utterly. “It’s just complicated. Let’s talk about something else. Tell me about the sculpted figures in the molding in the lobby, they’re very interesting.” 
Always keen to chat about his design choices in his beloved hotel, he proceeds to tell you all about it.
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mattsfavbigtitties · 11 months ago
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Pregnant w/Matt's Baby (Headcanons)
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Warnings: Smut this time my boos, lots of fluffy, breeding kink, and a tiny bit of cussing.
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A/n: This is dedicated to my lovely @riowritesitall and i appreciate u so muccchhh for helping come up with these ideas my boo😘
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- It was so exciting to see your first ever ultrasound of your baby, you just couldn’t wait! Sitting in the waiting room with Matt was so nerve racking you never thought you’d survive the teasingly short wait.
Once in the room and laying down you held onto Matt's hand while waiting for the sonographer to come in. “I feel the need to just run away Matty.” You tried to joke around and laughed a bit. Matt smiled softly at you and chuckled replying, “It’s alright baby, don’t be too nervous. We’ll finally see our little bean.”
The comment made your nerves calm down a bit as you breathed in and out slowly to regulate your heart. Soon after the sonographer finally came in and got the machines ready you were ready for the gel to be applied.
“Alright mama, are you ready to see your baby?” The doctor asked with an encouraging smile on her face. “Yep! Can’t wait.” You nervously laugh and Matt squeezes your hand to remind you he’s there for you.
“This will be a bit cold so don’t freak too much haha” She chuckled and went ahead and took the gel from the holder squeezing it at the bottom of your stomach. You flinch a bit at the sudden coldness and watch as she gets the camera stick thing to put on the gel. She spreads the gel while looking at the screen showing you where everything is.
You gasp loud when you see the little bean baby. “That’s my baby?” You whisper to Matt with a little wavering voice. Matt leans his arm around you in a slight hug(standing beside your bed) while both of you are staring at the screen.
“Yeah baby, aren’t they the cutest?” He whispers in your ear with a small sniffle. You hum in recognition, turning your face into his chest crying silently from seeing your baby. He rests his head on yours and smiles while continuing to stare at the screen.
- Telling the other 2 about the baby a day after the ultrasound^. You’re currently sitting the closest you can be to Matt without sitting ON him. You and Matt made Nick and Chris sit on their couch for a ‘family’ meeting.
The ultrasound photos in an envelope are clutched tightly in your hands. You know you had nothing to worry about the two boys would never have a bad reaction from the way they’ve talked about kids in the past.
“Well, are we just gonna sit here and collect dust or are you guys actually gonna say something.” Nick throws his hands up in desperation. Chris agrees with him making you sigh in exasperation and plunge the envelope into Chris’ arms which were the closest to you.
Nick goes silent with some suspicion written on his face side eyeing you two and watches Chris open the paper. Chris’ mouth drops open in shock and his eyes go straight to your stomach where you seemed to have moved your hands to in the meantime.
You and Matt both give him a nod with a sweet tight lipped smile in anticipation. Nick got antsy and felt a little left out there and ripped the envelope and what seemed to be pictures(?) out of his brother's hand.
“Oh my God..” One of Nick’s hands flew up to his mouth real quick. “This is amazing guys!!” Chris cut through the silence easily and jumped up to hug you tight. Which knocked Nick out of his shock and looked at you both with such admiration and a bit of disgust.
“Although I'm really happy about this, I just can't get that you two actually HAVE sex in this house out of my head to make this little turd in your tummy.” The joke made you sigh and laugh after he finally got up to pull you in a hug.
“Well thanks Nicky-poo I appreciate that.” You hug him back just a bit tighter than usual. You laid your head on his chest while he pat your head once then rubbed your back.
“You do know all the shit I'm gonna get you now right?” He said, making you laugh again.
- The first weird food cravings you get is when you’re in the second month of your first trimester. When your cravings began they started with small little things like adding in foods you’ve never liked and definitely worked their way up to the weirdest combinations fast.
The first time Matt saw you eat something you hated it was with mayonnaise. It was just a normal day hanging out with the triplets in their living room when you suddenly had the urge to eat a ham sandwich with mayonnaise. You’ve never eaten a single thing with just straight up mayo before around him.
So when Matt looked over at you when you said you were hungry and went to make something to eat he never once in his life expected you to whip out the mayo from the fridge.
He was so flabbergasted as he said “Babe? I thought you hated mayo?” with the cutest and most confused face and voice ever. It made you laugh quite a bit as you were a bit confused too until you realized what was happening.
The first weird combination you had was definitely the first of the worst if it was Matt's opinion. When Matt came into the kitchen to see you spreading some peanut butter on a piece of bread he thought you were making a pb&j, so he was pretty cool about it.
Until he saw the pickles next to the plate of bread. “Pickles too!?” He said in a disgusted voice with a crinkled nose. You giggled facing him with the knife in your hand, “Yeah baby, just got the craving.” And went back to making your peanut butter and pickle sandwich. Matt just made an ‘ugh’ sound with a dramatic shiver of his body and went to get in the fridge.
- You never noticed your little bump before, but one day when you were changing Matt saw it! It was early in the afternoon and you had decided to finally change out of your pajamas. Matt was currently playing fornite with his brothers on the computer, so you chose to sneak in quietly.
Of course you weren’t too quiet getting your clothes out of the closet as he asked what you were doing and if you were okay. “Yeah babe, just changing into actual clothes.” You reply with a snort. You hear him hum in response as you leave the closet with the clothes in hand.
Obviously this far into the relationship you were comfortable enough to change without turning your back to him. So when you started taking off your pants and shirt Matt glanced at you, sticking his eyes just a little longer on your stomach.
You pick up the shirt you chose off the bed pulling it over your head as you hear a small gasp from your lover. You look at Matt and see his mouth agape with aw.
“What is it?” You ask in confusion. He got up, placing his headphones on the desk and walking towards you. “Baby, have you not noticed yet?” He relished in his excitement. “No? What’s it Matty? Tell me.” You stamp your foot pulling your shirt down with a small whine.
Matt grabs your shirt and pulls it up with a contagious smile on his face, clearly excited for some reason you have no idea. He held one of your hands with his other to your tummy telling you to look down.
Your face lit up in happiness, see the tiniest of bumps right there on you. You gasp softly and smile brightly, “Oh my fucking God, this is so cute! My first ever baby bump coming in.”
“Yep my sweet baby girl. Both of my babies are so precious and pretty.” Matt chuckles and kisses you softly as you kiss back.
- It was a pretty chill day when you first felt the slight kick in your bladder. The swift kick made you jolt in place startling Matt who was next to you on the couch.
It all happened so quickly and forcefully you almost peed yourself and had to run to the bathroom. Mat called out for you asking if you were okay or needed anything, but all you were focused on was to see if it would happen again.
After finishing up wiping you stood in front of the mirror holding up your shirt intensely watching your tummy bump. A few seconds went by and they kicked again! 
When Matt never got a reply he got worried and set his phone down speed walking to his bathroom. “Babe? You okay in there?” His gentle knock on the door snapped you out of your stare, sounding so worried you felt a bit guilty.
You left one hand holding your shirt up and used the other to open the door to face the cutest furrowed eyebrows ever. “I felt a kick, Matty!” You tell him excitement clearly in your voice. His eyebrows shot to the ceiling, “What?! Lemme feel.” He couldn’t hide his own excitement at all making you laugh a bit grabbing his hand quickly placing it on your bump.
“It’ll happen just wait a bit baby.” You say after a while of nothing. When they do kick again a few minutes later Matt feels it on his hand. “Oh my God, this is amazing baby.” He whispers with the largest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.
- Gender reveal party beginning of 3rd trimester. You had let Nick(and a little bit of Chris) plan everything for the gender reveal. The little rascal chose to make a small cookout with some fun games to play.
Since the baby was due in October he decided to make the theme halloween-y and bought a cute pumpkin cake with the color of the baby inside. You were so happy to see your closest best friend make such big plans for you. You had such a great time playing all the baby dedicated games and seeing all the stuff matts and your family got you for the baby.
Your favorite part(of course) was the big reveal! When Nick took the cake out of the fridge and sat it in front of you at the patio table. “It’s so cute Nick, thanks bro. We really appreciate it all, for real.” Matt squeezes your hand with his smiling at your equally bright grin.
“Yep! It’s all so adorable!” You squeal giving Nick a kiss on the cheek before he goes to sit beside Chris who was right next to Matt. “You better be! It was real hard work!” Nick points at you while failing to hold back his smile telling you it was one of his jokes.
“Alright! Let’s cut this bad boy open huh mama?” Matt holds the knife up for you to grab it with him. You place your hand on top of his and start to cut through the pumpkins eye.
After cutting the piece in a triangle you get antsy and wiggle in your seat. The knife went under the cake slice slowly pulling it out and onto the plate. Everyone starts clapping and shouting in happiness and congratulating you for the new baby boy!!
You squeal and jump up bringing Matt with you hugging him real tight. “I can’t believe it Matty! We’re gonna have a baby boy..” You sniffle into him, tightening your hands on his shirt holding him fit against you.
You felt his hand on your waist with the other rubbing the back of your head. “I know baby, isn’t it so exciting.” He places a kiss on your head as you hear a little sniffle too. “I know..” He whispers into your head resting his on yours while swaying you both side to side.
- Getting off the flight from Boston was definitely tiring to say the least. For your feet specifically. After all the standing around at Matt’s family house for your gender reveal, you were sure to feel it for days. They were hurting practically the whole flight, but you being you, never told Matt anything the entire way back.
Though when you did tell him in the car on the way to their house he’d made a big deal about it to you telling you he’d make sure to rub them when home. You were eternally grateful for said massage when finally home in Matt’s bed.
- More often than not these days you’ve been hornier than usual. So when one early morning Matt unsurprisingly awoke to you rubbing your ass on him. You heard him groan and grip onto your hips rutting his growing erection into your ass.
You bit your lip trying to keep quiet since you were currently in Matt’s bed at the triplets house. “You love making it difficult for me, don’t you baby” Matt whispered huskily into your ear while running his hand down your stomach to where your aching folds rest under your pink panties.
You hum in response and bring your own hand back towards his hips to his aching member pulsing in his boxers. It’s pretty amazing to you that in such little time you can make Matt’s dick hard as a rock.
You squeeze him and start teasingly rubbing him while he rubs between your lips to reach your clit. You turn your face to press your lips against his and moan into his mouth when he speeds up his fingers on your bud.
A few seconds go by and Matt starts to get fed up with the teasing and decides to get to it. He takes his mouth off yours and pulls off your hand only to take off his boxers along with your panties. You rest one of your hands under your pillow and the other on Matt’s hips to help line him up with your glistening hole.
He lifted up your leg to really get in there and to bring you impossibly closer to him. “You ready baby?” he gently asks you. When he sees you nod that’s all he needs to know before he pushes his dick head in slowly.
You moan softly, sounding like a sigh, at the full feeling when he’s fully settled inside. You hear him groan lowly from behind you still holding your leg up with a tight grip on your thigh. He rests his forehead on your nape and you feel his shaky warm breath against your hot skin.
“You can move now.” You whisper, squeezing his hip as a signal to keep going. You feel him move his head off your nape just to press gentle kisses to your shoulder as he starts moving his hips back.
You clench around him and get a stuttered hip in response. Once his tip is back at your entrance he waits a few seconds then sharply slams his hips in at full speed. You squeak loud and gasp at the pressure inside as your boyfriend continues to thrust in and out quickly.
You feel Matt let go of your thigh and instead put his hand around your stomach. He uses his other arm that was under your shoulder to put his hand over your mouth.
“You don’t want the guys to hear you, do you? Unless you wanna be heard by the whole world then I think you’d best be quiet huh?” Matt groans by your ear making you clench around him and moan in response opening your mouth to accompany his fingers.
He slows his hips as soon as he feels that tug in his stomach, pushing his fingers deeper in your throat. “Don’t you just look so pretty, all plump and round with our baby. Makes me wanna keep you pumped full of my cum everyday just to get you all big again.” He moves his hand from your mouth to clutch one of your boobs and reach his hand that wrapped around your bump to your clit once more.
You start rutting your hips up into his hand whining for more. Matt’s hips increase in speed like before as he bites into your shoulder. Your climax comes up fast and quick as you feel him penetrate in deep spots you’ve never felt and your legs begin to shake from the pleasure.
“Ohhh Mattyyyy, I’m coming~.” you gasp in between speaking as you feel him pull back from your shoulder. “Oh fuck babygirl. I’m coming too.” He breathes whispering loud enough for only you to hear.
His climax finally bursting inside you, squirting your insides with his creamy liquid. He halts deep in you and slowly pulls his member out, seeing all the cum seep out from your abused hole. All you could hear in the room was the heavy breathing from both of you.
You turn around to him to kiss him and lay your head on his chest. “I love you Matty.” You feel his chuckle from the movement and feel one hand rest around your wait and the other scratch your scalp.
“I love you too baby, now go to sleep, pretty lady.”
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sadseungmin · 11 months ago
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not sure if u do yandere content but yandere!felix that’s sweet and kind at first but after he lures u in he shows his true colours that he’s actually sadistic, manipulative and isolating after he finds out u have hanging out with ur male friends for way too long.
also can i be 🎧 anon? :D
♡ dating a yandere lee felix ♡
yandere lee felix x afab reader | dead dove | nsfw (MDNI)
p.s. i hope this is to your liking, 🎧! if you're not too shy, tell me in my dms, ok?
p.s.s. and of course you can be 🎧 anon! ^^
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⚠︎ tw: mentioned forced breeding, physical violence, & murder
『 ↳♡・゚ yandere!felix is sweet & kind...until he isn't. ೃ⁀➷
Felix, with his charming smile, galaxy of freckles, and endearing demeanor, effortlessly captures hearts. To all who know him, he is the epitome of kindness and warmth, a beacon of light that draws everyone in—including you. However, beneath this sweet exterior lies a dark, obsessive nature that he meticulously conceals until he discovers you've been spending too much time with your male friends.
"Why do you need male friends? Aren't I enough for you, darling?"
♡ *̥˚ yandere!felix lures you in *̥˚ ♡
Felix's initial approach is nothing short of perfect. He showers you with affection, attention, and thoughtful gestures that make you feel like the center of his universe. He listens intently, remembers every detail, and always seems to know exactly what to say to make you smile. Felix is patient, never rushing the relationship, instead allowing it to blossom naturally—or so it seems.
What exactly about Felix lures you in...?
yandere!felix is charming & attentive: he makes sure every interaction is meaningful, creating a sense of deep connection.
yandere!felix makes thoughtful gestures: small gifts, surprise dates, and heartfelt compliments are his tools to win over your heart.
yandere!felix is patient & understanding: he gives you space and never pressures you, creating an illusion of a healthy respectful relationship.
"I saw this necklace and just had to get it for you. It's your birthstone, isn't it? The shade of the gem matches your eyes perfectly, darling. You should wear it to our picnic date later today. Oh, I didn't tell you? I planned for us to have a late lunch by the Han River!"
♡ *̥˚ yandere!felix shows his true colors *̥˚ ♡
Felix's façade begins to crack when he notices you spending time with your male friends. His once subtle jealousy soon morphs into an all-consuming obsession. The mere thought of anyone else having your attention drives him to the brink, revealing a darker side he had carefully hidden.
How does Felix show his true colors...?
yandere!felix uses subtle manipulation: Felix starts to express slight discomfort whenever you mention your male friends, planting seeds of doubt and guilt.
yandere!felix is showing increased possessiveness: He becomes more clingy, insisting on spending more time together and subtly discouraging interactions with others.
yandere!felix makes veiled threats: Felix's sweet words take on a sharper edge, hinting at the consequences of betraying his trust.
"I don't like you hanging out with them. It's obvious they want to take you away from me! They only spend time with you because they want to defile you—they want to fuck you. Do I need to put a baby in you, darling? Do I need to pump your cunt full of my cum to give a nine-month reminder to your little friends that you're mine and only mine?"
♡ *̥˚ yandere!felix is sadistic, manipulative, & wants to isolate you *̥˚ ♡
Once Felix feels he has secured your trust and affection, his true nature begins to emerge. He no longer hides his jealousy and possessiveness, instead using them as tools to control and isolate you.
How does Felix demonstrate these three traits...?
yandere!felix uses isolation tactics: Felix gradually cuts off your contact with your friends and family, using guilt trips and emotional manipulation. He convinces you that no one truly understands, loves, or cares for you like he does.
yandere!felix has sadistic tendencies: Felix takes pleasure in your discomfort and fear. he may resort to psychological torture, such as gaslighting, to make you doubt your own sanity and rely solely on him.
yandere!felix is manipulatively controlling: He carefully monitors your every move, controlling who you talk to, where you go, and what you do. Any act of defiance is met with punishment, disguised as concern for your well-being.
"Darling, you're being irrational and hurting my feelings. I only want what's best for you. If I were the 'sick individual' you claim I am, I wouldn't care to protect you from those losers you call friends. They don't love you; they don't care about you like I do. They wouldn't die for you like I would. There's no one in this world who can love you better than myself, sweetheart."
♡ *̥˚ yandere!felix is a psychopath *̥˚ ♡
Felix's possessiveness continues to escalate to terrifying levels, and he decides a more permanent solution is needed to ensure you remain his forever. His mask shatters completely, revealing a violent and murderous psychopath.
How do you know Felix is a violent & murderous psychopath...?
yandere!felix uses physical violence to instill fear & intimidation: Felix's temper becomes unpredictable and flares uncontrollably, with outbursts of anger that keeps you in a constant state of fear and submission. He begins to physically harm you, using your fear and pain to assert his dominance. Bruises (on your face, neck, torso, and limbs) and cuts (on your thighs, torso, and back) become a grim reminder of his control.
yandere!felix has muderous intent: Unable to tolerate any perceived threat to his relationship, Felix finally resorts to murder. He meticulously plans and executes the killings of your male friends, ensuring that they never come between he and you ever again. His murders are not crimes of passion but cold, calculated acts. He ensures that no evidence can trace back to him, using his charm and ethereal good looks to maintain an alibi and an innocent image.
yandere!felix uses psychological torture: Felix will taunt you with knowledge of his crimes, using your fear and guilt to further isolate and control you. He revels in your terror, taking sadistic pleasure in your helplessness.
"I got you a gift as an apology for slapping you earlier; it's a ring. You know I love you more than life itself, right? It hurts me more than it does you when I have to physically correct you. Anyway, the ring looks familiar, hm? Your friend—Chan, I think his name is—came over looking for you during your nap time. He accused me of keeping you hostage and said you're afraid of me. And, well, he threatened to get the cops involved if I didn't let him see you. So, I had to kill him. But before I disposed of his body, I noticed this ring. I think it will look much better on your finger than it ever did on his. Silver complements your skin tone so beautifully. Oh, y/n, don't cry! He was going to have you taken away from me. Chan left me no choice, darling."
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yourmomxx · 2 years ago
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— random relationship headcanons for jj maybank —
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a bit nsfw under the cut
just to be clear from the very beginning, we are talking about a secret relationship here
I mean come on, jj has a dead-beat dad, he’s not just gonna go all out and tell him “yeah i’m fucking someone with a dick fyi”
ain’t happening
starting a relationship with jj was hard, he kept pushing you away because of his fear of attachment and his trust issues
But you didn’t let him push you away
It took a while for him to let you in
But after those walls were broken, he was justKirk the most affectionate boyfriend ever
Everyday he would wake you and not know how he deserved you, and the pogues would never hear the end of it
so yes, obviously the pogues know about your relationship
even if he kept it a secret from them, too, at first
kie was the first to actually figure it out
because john b is a bit slow
and pope thought y’all were just really good friends
(no one had the heart to tell him what really made the bumping noises in the next room)
but they all love you
while you’re dating jj, you’re a pogue now, like it or not
you most definitely had it easier than sarah
but hey maybe that’s because your brother wants a psychopathic killer
speaking of siblings, if you have some (younger ones), jj adores them
like, seriously, he always tries to include them whenever you do things together, and jokes and plays around with them
if your siblings are older, they’re a bit suspicious of him first, but eventually grow really fond of him and start seeing him like a sort of a little brother too
we ain’t mentioning JJ’s dad in this house
except for the times where you threatened to beat him up until it was him lying in a hospital bed rather than his son
jj always held you back tho
he told you his father wasn’t worth a sentence in prison
you always take care of JJ’s wounds, even when he’s reluctant about it at first
silent smoking sessions where the two of you simply enjoy each other’s company
“who’s the man in the relationship?” “there’s no man in our relationship, idiot, but if there was, it’d be me.”
he always brags about you when he’s with the pogues
“did you know that y/n did …”
“y/n actually told me …”
“have you seen how fucking good y/n looks today?”
“can’t believe I fucking pulled that.”
the pogues mostly just smile and nod along, knowing how happy you truly make him
he’s just drooling whenever you walk over to him, shirtless with wet hair and only in swim shorts
his brain short circuits
It’s like that one slowmo scene in baywatch ya know
jj plans the cutest dates
like stargazing, small roadtrips, surfing together, campfires with roasting marshmallows
soft touches
and because you two aren’t in a public relationship, I am so heavy on this
like imagine you’re walking to the beach with the pogues, all together laughing and chatting
and you walk so close to jj that your shoulder always *accidentally* bumps his. all the time.
or bonfires
sitting next to each other and each talking to someone, but your knees are so close that they are just touching the entire time
you can feel jj’s warm skin against yours and it sends something like electric waves down your body
fingers linking slightly when you stand near each other or walk with the pogues to the beach
putting your head on the other’s shoulder because that’s not gay you’re “just tired”
shoulders or arms grazing when you’re close
your pinky linking with his thumb when your hands are placed near each other
f o r e h e a d t o u c h e s
hello and goodbye kisses
puts his arms around your waist from behind and lays his head on your shoulder or upper back when he’s tired (and you’re with the pogues)
falls asleep leaned against you when you’re at john b’s hanging out with the pogues
such dramatic golden retriever puppy energy
says he will literally die if he doesn’t get enough touches and kisses from you
jj practically lives at your apartment
he has his own toothbrushes over there and everything
when he’s at home he sleeps in your clothes because they smell like you and it comforts him
will literally return said clothes to you and tell you to wash/wear them because they lost your scent
with jj’s impulsive personality it’s hard, but the two of you do your best to argue as little as possible
and even when, you try your best to not yell and trigger him, but to be honest - the two of you rarely argue. like, heavily
of course there’s some harsh exchanges from time to time but not ever screaming fights or something like that
communication is key in your relationship
you’ve ensured that from the very beginning
you promised to talk things out when you feel like there are problems or something that needs to be talked about and then you can work on it together
there is literally no grudges you hold that could be thrown at each other to worsen arguments
cooking breakfast for him because you want to let him sleep in
stealing away from parties or bonfires to have some private time
his wardrobe is mostly your clothes
you would go to jail for each other
“jj i swear if you don’t stop pissing off police officers-“
you meet him at the beach to watch him surf
because he’s so talented, of course, not because you want to see him shirtless or anything
he’s the best at cheering you up
he’s everything but a dry texter
you mostly cook because the only meal this man knows how to make is toast and pasta
how he’s survived this long without you is a mystery
jealousy because, again, secret relationship
“I thought you weren’t the jealous type?”
“oh, I’m not.”
“so the girl over there that’s talking and smiling all over jj has totally nothing to do with the fact that you’ve absolutely crushed your plastic cup?”
“mhm.”
but not in an i don’t trust you and I think that you will cheat on me-way jealous, more in a you’re mine and seeing you with other people that i know don’t know that physically hurts me-typa way
has his own private smile for you, all teeth and giggles, and just so in love
you give jj your clothes and he gave you one of his leather bracelets to wear
knuckle kisses
just staying in bed all day and cuddling
he has less nightmares when he sleeps next to you
whenever jj got out of the water after surfing, he would make sure to hug you, no matter how much you struggled to push him off you, so you would get just as wet as him
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you actually had to introduce jj to a few things because he had never done them before or ever even heard of them
he’s good with girls but the whole boy thing? that was new territory
so you had to teach him some stuff
but it turns out, jj is a quick learner - when he wants to be
he’s a switch but mostly bottoms
it’s his inner child that just wants someone to take care of him
sometimes the sex helps him to calm down after his dad hurt him, but that is a thin line to walk
he whimpers
he has a praise kink
“so beautiful” “my handsome boy” “atta boy that’s a good one”
those just do it for him
there’s times when it’s just rough and emotional and angsty (cue choking, knife-play, heavy dirty talk and degradation)
and other times that are slow and soft and loving (cue praise, careful movements, private mornings, many and long kisses)
he takes a shower and you just surprise him by stepping in too
quickies on the boats that jj is supposed to clean (you officially keep him company for “moral support”)
his sweaty surfer curls sticking to his forehead after while he’s grinning at you😫😫
head in small caves at the beach
hickies because “if that girl tries hitting on you one more time, I am gonna hit her. with my car- ”
the pogues tease him about them the morning after
“ayo jj had a rough night I see?”
teasing. like so much. from both sides
whether it be “innocent” touches or well-placed words … it’s all over the place
high sex
handjobs in the back of john b’s twinkie
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Hello! First of all I love ur art, and because of that I have something to ask you regarding it. This comic has never left my mind for the last year or so since you first posted it and I was wondering where the specific things the characters are saying came from! Even if it's not from anything and you came up with it yourself, I would love to be able to quote the dialogue elsewhere and know who to attribute it to (because the depth of the relatively simple exchange is MASSIVE and I wanna be able to share it with people)
Hiiiiiii :D
Thank u very much hearing that you wanna quote something i made is insane and absolutely go ahead feel free.
and yea! it comes frommmm my brain. i guess attribute it to my username lol?? Unless it's in a context where attributing usernames would be strange in which case uhh dm me im not super precious about my irl name being used i just find it funny to be anonymous. old timey nettiquete n all that I can step you through what i recall my thought process was at least? Lol. I recall it came to me for the most part like, basically fully formed with the exception of flipping the pronoun from 'me' to 'you' happening when i was thumbnailing it.
Thought process below if u want it. it got long and is kind of a ramble but wheee. idk if this would Ruin the Magic or not but i usually enjoy hearing the reasoning of artists so. ?? sure
so. despite being listed as "alt title:" that joke was actually the starting point. I had been thinking about that one tumblr post that goes "one must imagine sisyphus pokemon puzzle challenge gbc" riffing on the whole one must imagine sisyphus happy thing.
and like ive already rambled about the Bonus Depth that siffrin being named for sisyphus has. The whole thing where the *reason* sisyphus got trapped with the rock in the first place was because he cheated death & in the process stopped death for everyone else too. (though. siffrin did that on accident and sisyphyus was. a rascally and intentional little scamp about it. what with the corpse desecration and all (don't get me started on a potential siffrin/loop reading of sisyphys' time spent seperated from and then returning to his gross rotten body. but im sure we could do something there too.))
so id been thinking abt siffrin-short-for-sisyphus for a while and that obviously makes loop the boulder. and the "one must imagine sisyphyus horny" thing is funny and had been in my brain since. i had been thinking about that post.
then it kind of combined with a disguuuuuustingly mushy train of thought . (spurring from *another* previous joke of mine about how siffrin was >on a boat >looked back >shouldn'tve >this is an orpheus) where i had been batting back and forth an exchange in my head of the two of them (postcanon) arguing in circles who suits orpheus/euridice better and that "well you hardly Doomed me by looking back, you saved me." "I could say the same for you!!" which is just. so sacchirine its embarrasing. (so when i used it for this i cut it off at the 'doomed' part for the mid-canon fight implications.)
And then there's just the. like viciously obvious narcissus stuff. Like loop's design is literally inspired by a contemporary piece of art of narcissus. Howeverrrr I had also been thinking about the part of the narcissus myth everyone forgets. Echo. Whose name literally went on to be Our Fucking Word for a copy (with undertones of being a Hollow Copy!!!) which is obviously supposed to be bleak irony re: narcissus falling in love with his reflection. and because i was being blorbobrained i was like hmm. a Copy falling in love with someone whos infatuated with their Reflection. Being so in love with them despite their utter ignoration that both wither and die? Yeah thats . that could be sifloop
so i come up with that first panel's dialogue due to having these three trains of thought in a relatively close timeframe. But its in like a sappy "eaugh too cute while still being oddly nihilistic" manner. The two of them using a rotating list of greek myth allusions as weird pet names for each other wistfully type shit. Again so saccharine i kind of want to not tell u this but i am being soooo honest right nowwww. but yeah i kind of rotate it in my head for a while, while im just wandering around the house doing nothing.
and then as im scolding myself for "oh come on now. three? three *different* greek myths? not everything is your scrimblo bimblo shipping fuel dude." the second half of the dialogue forms in my brain just kind of unprompted and i go "oh . or it could be fucking baller. hold on" and i think i like. made this in only like 3 hours or something scary like that. just got posessed by how sick as hell my wording was and yknow what? i was right it fucks like hell. glad i pounced on it.
but yeah there's the thoughts. overall it was very meandering and disjointed as always lol.
i'm a little mean to myself for calling my readings "surface level" since like. well nah dude they aren't *that* surface level. im just a horrid stickler for Artistic Integrity and Intent. and like as i point out above yeah. there's plenty implications to read into outside of the surface stuff. Narcissus and Echo dying unfulfilled despite being right next to each other, Sisyphus' seperated body and spirit thing & stopping death for *everyone* (and sisyphus being a king. i am never not on sisyphus being a literal king. What A Choice.), and Orpheus and Euridice being a tale of how You Can't Help but be worried for the people you love, how you'll love so much you'll go against the 'rational' thing to do. Very siffrincoded. Also boats. (Also that part where orpheus gets torn asunder by a pack of women. uh. maybe not that part. hmm. maybe that can be mal du pays (<- JOKING))
Honestly there's a major treatise to be said about like. how even though im talking sifloop here i keep implicating the party (the other people sisyphus stopped from dying, the 'loop as orpheus and the party as euridice' read) because they're kind of so viscerally inseperable- especially loop- after having so much other identity discarded that this becomes their Whole Purpose. However best i can really do is just gesture at it ?? and go ????
this kind of mapping is good to do though especially in a deeper sense. a friend of mine still has an outright *biblical* reading of The King up her sleeve that she may or may not detail someday. so . yknow this kind of drawing back to mythology is where my head tends to be at. anyway narcissus was real for that #1 self love king get it dude (watches him atrophy) uh oh
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callmeklair · 8 months ago
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[A/N: I know this chapter is short, only around 2k words, but I promise next one will be longer and updated as soon as possible as my schedule is almost stabilized now]
Chapter seven
“I’d rather not know.”
“so this is where you guys are. such a drag.” 
Yui has never been happier in her life until now to see Shu. what a right timing! 
“Shu-san!” yes she was very happy. 
“drop it, you guys left me alone to deal with all that troublesome nonsense, I had to use my precious stored energy to wave them off. how are you gonna compensate for it?” Shu glared at them, but too lazy. He really had to go around the circles to dodge those noisy girls. 
“well the girls targeted you, so as you said, just remove the root of the problem, we ran away.” Shin hmphed as he was feeling tired, maybe because he felt relaxed after a really long time. 
“Let's go home Yui, I'm tired. We can buy the dress another day” Shu said as he had enough. It was a long day for him.
“hmm what is that?” Shin ignored Shu and asked Yui, as he pointed at a ice cream van having a poster of ‘new nuts & crunch scoop’ 
the word nuts always attracted him.
“oh… looks like a new flavour of ice cream containing nuts. it looks delicious” Yui answered. 
“of course it will, after all it's nuts. I’ll go get it” Shin ran to the van before his favourite flavour got sold out. 
Yui watched how his strawberry hair bounced as he happily ran away like a child. 
‘Does a wolf eat cereal? That also nut flavoured?’ She peeked at the animal as her eyes softened when she noticed it’s fur color. At first it was dark so she didn’t notice but it’s pink at a near glance. Baby pink? No strawberry pink? No, it's ginger pink, just like Shin. What’s weird is that the wolf also has an eye-patch like him.
Over and over again she has been ignoring the signs. 
Why are founders suddenly quiet? It's been a little while since their last attack.
‘I'd rather not know’
“Let’s go Shu-san” without waiting, she left. 
– Yui's room, Sakamaki mansion:
This is so unfair… just when she was finally happy… or maybe she is just overthinking it. Maybe the founders are planning something big that’s why they suddenly went quiet. 
Yui tremblingly hugged her wolf plushie resembling Shin to ward off all the negative thoughts and fall asleep in this mess.
She thought she’ll at least be at peace in her dreams, but no, she suddenly found herself in school infirmary with the same ringing noise like in those other dreams. But this time there was someone standing in front of her. 
“No need- bother- it’ll be unnec-sary- to return ‘home’ -anymore”
“now- my pro-rty
“Don’t compa- to them- i’m a founde- **i* **u****mi” 
the ringing noise was starting to become louder and the cut off sentences were beginning to disappear. Even the unknown man faded into thin air. 
She was now totally surrounded by darkness, alone, with the ringing noise…. and an inaudible echo.
“Eve.. are y**- rem****ring?” 
– Dungeon, Tsukinami mansion:
Waking up in the dungeon after a long time was not in Shin’s to-do-list after having a good time with Yui.
It was hazy and all he remembers is coming home to his angry brother and ending up in the dungeon. 
“You are finally awake, Shin?” 
Speak of the devil. The word Shin was highlighted coldly and he knew what it meant. Taking a deep breath, he slowly looked up.
“....”
Carla narrowed his eyes and put a hand over his forehead, sweeping the bangs, while looking at his younger brother.
“Over and over again you had enough opportunities to capture her and bring her here, yet you decided not to. Are you waiting for the eclipse to get over?”
Low angry voice. Shin isn't surprised. 
“Nii-san I… I was trying to win her trust so that she won’t be a nuisance initially-”
“It's not needed. Her trust is not needed, she’ll be a nuisance anyways. We bring her here, cleanse her blood and continue our lineage.”
“5 days. I’m giving you 5 days to bring her here before I myself decide to interfere in this troublesome matter.”
Without giving Shin a chance to speak, Carla left the dungeon to let his brother continue his punishment.
5 days… the prom is also in 5 days, what a coincidence or not. His brother is smart enough to know that the prom party will be the perfect time to take her away. The vampires won’t be able to notice immediately among a bunch of students as their senses are weak.
It’s frustrating. Maybe he should have caught her on day one. 
“Thank you Shin-kun for protecting me”
Shin still remembers how she thanked him for protecting her in the dispute with the abusive boy at the rooftop on day one. During the whole tour she was down and numb. Her words were void of emotions when explaining the school layout. It felt off, even though he shouldn’t have cared, it still bothered him. What hell has she been living in with those vampires?
How ironic… that’s what he and his brother were gonna do to her, they were going to put her through the same hell and just like he said previously he shouldn’t have cared about her well being. Their only goal was their lineage.
Empathy doesn’t exist in demons.
but…
“cause… I wanted to be alone with you.” 
The way she blushed from those simple words. Her ears and cheeks red, just like a tomato. It was cute. Every single time they met and were alone, he started to see improvement in her complexion. At first he viewed that as a good point as it’ll be easy to conceive with that healthy body of hers but soon he forgot his own purpose. He just wanted to be with her. It has been so long since he felt genuinely alive. 
But it was all going to end soon.
–Rooftop, Ryoutei Academy:
Unknowingly, the rooftop has become a safe spot for Yui. the cool breeze calmed her as she sat on the floor, hugging her knees and looking at the full red moon. Everybody has their own secret spot and for Yui, it’s the school rooftop. It might not be a secret like other’s spot but it’s her comfort.
This place holds her memories with Shin. 
And right now she is too deep down in the hole she has dug herself. It was from day one. She had a chance, a chance to take Shu’s hand while she fell in the shallow pit, but instead she took the shovel called Shin and kept digging more like an idiot thinking another path will open which will be safer, unknowingly caging herself the deeper she went as the light slowly disappeared above her. And now, the reliable shovel is broken too. 
There was… a cracking noise within her. 
There’s gotta be a fix. Every problem always has a fix. Right?
“What are you doin’ here?” 
Her ears perked up from the voice beside her and she saw Shin sitting beside her in the same way she is.
“J-just enjoying the view” 
Silence befell between them. Unlike previously she didn’t strike up random conversation to waive the awkward air around them. 
Shin glanced at her complexion from side eye and it looked paler. 
“Why are you here?” without even looking at him, she asked. She was too exhausted. 
He hesitated for a moment, his throat feeling dry, like he was scared.
“I came to ask if you want to… bunk the school to go out with me?”
“What?!” His words brought her back to her senses as she looked at him bewildered while he gave his signature smirk.
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scarararo · 3 months ago
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itadori yuji | you outshine everything, even the sun at its zenith
jjk fluff , wc : 920
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itadori yuji never really believed in the fact that fate was set in place. it could always be changed, and that if he worked hard enough, he would change something; anything. which was why he worked so hard at jujutsu high, working tirelessly to learn and grow his knowledge to save others. he who smiled like the world hadn't crushed him yet, he who smiled like his life wasn't a whirlwind ; as if one moment he was a typical high schooler, and the next he was fighting curses.
after all, he wanted to die an honourable death.
which was why he had always believed that his life was too short for something as fragile and delicate as love.
this belief tried to root it's way into itadoris heart, and it did; but that was until you came.
you, who changed how he thought, and how he wanted to grow.
it all begun when u joined shortly after he did, with both of you shadowing maki and yuta in their missions. he admired your courage, the way you flinched when you saw a curse, yet stood your ground and held your weapon high to fight.
more significantly, the more he got to know you, the harder he fell.
you stood by his side, through mission and mission, time and time again. despite the fact that it seemed like the world was trying to break him apart, you were like the glue that held him together- you made him feel like he could still hang on.
it was the little things that you did, which awed him every time.
little things like how you would save the last piece of food for him during dinnertime even though you pretended like you didn’t - and that you were just “full”. little things like how you would always put a blanket on him when he would fall asleep in the dining room. little things that seemed so insignificant, yet they spoke volumes. little banters, late talks at night, studying together, and looking out for each other - he felt complete when he was with you.
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“yuji, you have to be more careful, you can’t keep going so far out during battle - it’s almost as if you want to get eaten by a curse or something..” you huffed, dabbing antiseptic on his fresh wound after a battle you both had that evening.
“sure, you’re one to talk,” he retorted smugly. “if you hadn’t been so persistent on standing beside me instead of behind me, i would have demolished them in the blink of an eye!” he joked, chuckling to himself.
yuji worried about you. always wanting to protect you from the formidable world of curses that he knew all too well, wanting you to stand behind him so he would be at ease. he couldn’t physically bear to see you get hurt.
you rolled your eyes in response. “i’m not the one who throws myself into battles all day, every day. but i know someone who does…” you snap, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“i can handle it if i get hurt, but you…” he muttered, avoiding your gaze. you saw hesitation in his eyes before he spoke again, gripping his knee before his voiced dropped to something raw and vulnerable. “i don’t want to see you get hurt, i can’t bear to see it..” he trailed off.
silence hung in the air for a few seconds. it stretched between the two of you, unspoken and unbroken. the tension wasn’t thick, nor awkward. it was comforting, it was one that was filled with mutual care, warmth, and love.
you placed the bandages down slowly, looking at him with eyes full of love, placing your hands onto his. he lifted his head, finally meeting your gaze.
“i feel the same way, yuji. whenever i see you return with a new cut or scrape- or something even worse than that, something in me aches.” you begun, rubbing your thumb against his.
“but we can’t protect each other from everything. all we can do is fight for our lives, and live for each other. i want to see our future yuji…” you replied softly, tender voice comforting him like a warm hug.
you squeezed his hands, interlocking fingers with him. “if we live to see each other, thats more than enough for me” you smiled, gently easing the tension in the room.
yuji was never good with these types of flowery, romantic scenarios that seemed so strange and foreign to him. he knew that he shouldn’t promise someone a future, even if he wanted to - because forever was never a guaranteed for him.
however, under the dim light of the medical room, his heart echoed one thing and one thing only, and this, he was sure of.
“i love you, y/n.” he whispered.
your lips parted slightly, surprised that those words came out of his mouth, but then you smiled as you let out a chuckle.
“yuji, you outshine everything, even the sun at it’s zenith”, you said, voice like a gentle sigh.
no one had ever said something like that to him before, no one had ever looked at him the way you did, saw him above fighting, above the curse he had been burdened with, above his inescapable fate.
maybe fate had taken too much from him, but amidst the gentle luminesce from the soft lights, he thought to himself, maybe, just maybe, just this once, it had given him something too.
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eatmangoesnekkid · 10 months ago
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Cassie: Friend, Soulmate, and Self-Regenerating Muse
One of the ongoing themes of my multi-book series is The Muse: the consciousness, archetype, and ways of moving and being of the Muse, who is the Muse and why this energetic matrix is important for every femme to embody for her aliveness and manifestation potential. I made a major edit in this chapter after randomly meeting someone one warm day in Amsterdam recently. The chapter now opens with a story about her.
Cassie is her name and she is stunning. I don’t know what it is about Amsterdam but I rarely—meaning—never —meet people I feel a deep soul kinship with. To be fair, I spend more time biking in Amsterdam instead of walking because the weather is often trashy. But walking is my favorite exercise and I tend to walk a whole lot more in other cities when I’m traveling because, hello, beautiful weather. But on this warm beautiful Sunday in Amsterdam, I joyfully walked everywhere. That’s how I met Cassie, an Indonesian and Surinamese (Black) 38 year old Goddess as she was lightheartedly and confidently sashaying down the street in her short denim dress with peak-a-boo air holes cut out on the sides which illuminated her waist.
She was alone with no cell phone or bag, casually strollin' to her own rhythms while licking a vanilla ice cream cone and delighting in her own innocence and pleasure after walking through the city for hours I would later find out. That is so me—walking for hours in a city and getting lost without a cell phone on me. It was like seeing myself and one of my favorite Minnie Riperton album covers come to life in full-size, "Perfect Angel," the one where she is holding a dripping ice cream cone while smiling so sweetly. Suddenly Cassie made a u-turn and sat on the bench directly across from me. I knew I had to say something to her.
The first thing I said was “you must tell me what you do to have that kind of body.” She responded “you must tell what YOU do to have that kind of body.” She reminded me of me so much—it was dreamy and surreal as watching a Maya Deren “black and white” film yet it was as real as human flesh and a beating heart. You know what her answer was?! “I don’t workout my body. I just workout my mindset and emotional body.” I responded with all manners of celebration “you magical neuroscience quantum theory Gawddddd.” We both laughed! We ended up talking for 4 whole hours— nerding out on everything from quantum physics and metaphysics to speaking about our dreams, love, farm life, and why high-quality, non-extractive penetration (when mutual love and reverence are present regardless of the 'relationship status' between the two) is essential for the healthy shape of a woman’s body and to liberate the deeper coiled wisdom living in her female tissues that no male guru in India could ever possibly understand or teach. It felt like Cassie and I had only been sitting there for only 30 minutes. She was my muse and I was hers. We went on a real journey together.
To open yourself up to The Muse and allow this regenerative consciousness to be your lighthouse in the world requires devotion and a kind of playful endurance and resiliency where you begin to hold a quality of self-worth that does not allow you to give up before the miracles start to happen in your life. Being able to follow a dream -your heart's desires and big visions, capable of trusting the process of what is being divinely asked of you to do and not give up, truly embodying the mindset of a divine being, yield a greater energy of pure power. And what I know about energy is that everything is sourced from it, even though it appears physical to our eyes.
Of course, if you desire to work through the physical/3D world/matter, those things you can logically track and measure, you can. But the truth is that you access more infinite power to shift your body and whole life when you begin to tune into E-N-E-R-G-Y, the subtle, immaterial, and invisible, the spirit that lies beneath the surface, like blessing your food and directing it to travel to the parts of your body you’d like for it to energize or nourish, to make more shapely or healthy. Also, getting into energy work and metaphysics, the essences of your chi, makes you prettier like a beauty ritual, more naturally attractive, magnetic, and wiser. I can’t wait to finalize this chapter and share a snippet here. Yum!—India Ame’ye
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"Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?"—Evidence of Visions and Coded Communication from the Upside Down
I'm finally getting around to pulling my reblog from last September into a full post of its own!
"As for the lights not necessarily having been Will, I don't have a formal post about it yet. However, I can give you a run-down of my reasoning.
One, they basically told us that the letter lights and the other signs from Will are two separate things:
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Specifically, "R. U. N." is categorized as a "message from the UD".
This becomes fun when we realize that the scene in S1 with the lights in general is chock-full of weirdness that indicates the presence of another person (?).
For instance:
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How is "Will" in two places at once? And, if we recall, the lights jump from the end of the chain straight back to its origin:
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Which is decently reminiscent of this:
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Which is not to say that Will has powers, but more to say someone with powers wants Will to be found. Someone with powers is working in Will's favor, in favor of all the protagonists. It's also someone who consistently warns our protags of incoming danger. This is a continuing theme, and I'll discuss is more as I go on.
Second, the lights scene has all the hallmarks of a vision.
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When Joyce puts up her letters, it's daytime. Full sunlight. Next comes the scene of Nancy and Karen, then Hopper at the library (neither pictured), and we can see the sun setting consistently across the two scenes.
The next time we see the Byers house, it's well past dark. The kids run after the cops down to the quarry in that same scene, no cuts. Smash cut to Joyce talking with "Will", which is...once again daytime.
The demogorgon "attack" also happens during the daytime...but then Joyce is shown running away from the "attack" in total darkness, like someone flipped a light switch. Then the cops, which we just saw at the quarry, come up the street.
That tells me that these two scenes:
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Are happening just about simultaneously. We never see the letter lights used outside this context
In short: this tells me that time is visibly passing in reality, but not for Joyce. Joyce has spent however long in daytime. Meanwhile, sunset is visibly occurring for everyone else.
There are very few people in the show who can give visions. One of them is Kali, one of them is the Mindflayer, and the other is Henry.
Which all makes this direct callback even weirder:
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The gang being led up to the attic is directly compared to the Christmas lights.
Now...riddle me this. If we know people in the UD can hear people in the right-side up, and they call attention to this fact multiple times, then it stands to reason that yes, Vecna could hear them and knew they were there during that scene. It was then established that this instance was not a trap, subverting Dustin's expectation that it was Vecna leading them to be killed.
Is that not, then, weirdly generous and unprompted exposition? This is on the level of, like, say...Or the gang in S2 being led up to the gate, and the Mindflayer ignoring them while they wander around just on the other side of the barrier. There's a cocky villain, and then there's unrealistically stupid behavior (especially for a supposed mastermind who's meant to be very intelligent).
Everyone in the UD knows they're there. Someone is letting the gang know exactly where Vecna is—someone working against the UD baddies from the inside. Sort of like Alexei did with the Russian gate just one season prior, yknow?
See: the Russians+Jim being directly compared to the Mindflayer+Henry.
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(There's also a tangential bit to be mentioned here about "they'll get his whole life story, making this an elaborate ruse to capture you too" vs "join me" and the NINA monologue that can't physically exist outside of NINA and the distinct possibility that the guy we saw giving that monologue was not Henry, but a Mindflayer-generated dupe.See: the Mindflayer in the VR game putting Henry into a NINA-type simulation and the distinct possibility that NINA runs on a captured section of Mindflayer. See also: the Russia parallels, the captured Mindflayer in Russia, and the similarities between the Russian Prison Massacre and the NINA massacre.There's a whole web of connections here regarding The First Shadow, as well, because the plot and mechanics of TFS are very, very similar to those of NINA...I have like 50k words of analysis on TFS if you're interested. The link regarding the VR game will take you to the full work on Ao3.)
Circling back to the original topic, there are other instances in S1 of people in the Byers house being given visions with the specific intent of making them run away. Take Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve with the demogorgon, for example.
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It comes through the exact same area that it did for Joyce, and then it just...gives up the chase...for no discernible reason?
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Only for it to pop back up like 30 seconds later in a totally different spot with a totally different "progression" (see: all the electricity in the house going out the second time we see the demogorgon, but not the first)
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The purpose of the first instance, and of Joyce's instance, being to get our protags to run away before they're in real danger. Like...
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In short: There's someone else there, they want Will to be found, and they're ringing the alarm bells whenever our protags are in danger.
See also: The unexplained call they never return to/they never tell us who the caller was...that turns into literal alarm bells at the lab right before Will sees the Mindflayer.
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Sounds like a missed warning to me.
But who would have the knowledge and foresight to do something like that? Wouldn't it have to be someone in close contact with the Mindflayer?
Which directs me back to something I was saying earlier this year about S2, specifically about Will and "closegate". Will fully succumbed to the Mindflayer in less than 3 days. How was Will not only able to figure out what should have been a closely guarded secret (that secret being "how does a person stop the Mindflayer?"), but also communicate it through perfect morse code...while being fully flayed.
In contrast, per The First Shadow, young Henry had been more or less successfully managing to live with Mindflayer stuff for about 10 months—or 6 full years, per Broadway—while every other known victim had succumbed within the span of days. Also per TFS, Henry had been writing and breaking codes/ciphers since elementary school. This man knows his codes.
(See also: Will's project citing Alan Turing as his hero vs all of Alan Turing's codebreaking work against the Nazis and the Shadow being compared to an interdimensional Nazi, but also Alan as a fellow oppressed gay man...but also the direct tie between Will moving to California to escape his past and being flirted with by a pretty black girl as compared to Henry moving to Hawkins to escape his past and being flirted with by a pretty black girl...which could all mean nothing...)
On top of that, Henry, in the VR, holds his own against the Mindflayer in terms of individuality and strength of identity.
Which person sounds like a likely culprit for sending a message with sensitive information right under the Mindflayer's nose?
(See also: "closegate" being sent in morse code, the kids communicating through morse code in S4 asking for help/trying to tell people where they are and that being compared to Vecna and the lights, and Enzo—welcome back, Russia arc— sending sensitive info in code right under the Russians' noses)
Anyway, I'm stopping myself here. If you want to read more about the double agent stuff throughout the seasons, I have a post here: "
Now (May 2025), I'd like to add more on in favor of my argument, specifically this post about WBOB (TFS), SQUAWK, and the reason for the focus on the WSQK radio building:
Specifically in terms of communicating with the Upside Down, and specifically for the purposes of sending messages like "a 'lost' friend is still alive and is either in need of help or trying to help by sharing important information".
(See: Cerebro being used to discover the Russian base and coordinate its downfall with the help of a man on the inside—Alexei—and the ST1 HAM radio being able to reach Australia/"the land down under" vs it being used to communicate with Will in the UD and the whole concept of "needing a more powerful radio" to communicate across dimensions. So...tell me, again, why ST5 spent so much time at a radio tower?)
There's also the detail of the Shadow communicating with Henry via his Captain Midnight radio, indicating that the Mindflayer's "channel", so to speak, can reach radios—meaning that someone co-opting that channel could reach our protags via radio receivers.
Idk, guys. The radio thing kind of feels like a smoking gun.
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cconfusedkat · 1 month ago
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Lamb Questions!
3. How long was your lamb held captive by heretics before their sacrifice?
6. Who raised your lamb?
7. Where was your lamb raised? A village? A prison? Constantly on the run?
10. How did your lamb feel with their head on the pedestal? Afraid? Relieved? Angry?
(Also love your art and Lamb, here’s the ask list if you wanna see it)
AWAWAWA HAI ,,, Thank u for asking these i was super excited 2 see this in my ask box 🥹🥹 i answered the rest of them in my docs but i didn't get an ask about this til now
3. How long was your lamb held captive by heretics before their sacrifice?
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Short Answer: held captive for three months until they just kept biting guards and then that's what led them to their finalized execution ⭐
,,,so basically they were held captive for three months? with their mom? they were held captive in one singular prison while their mom was the only lamb allowed to leave the prison at night time to gather resources. unfortunately since zainab (their mom's name) was older, she was meant to be sacrificed first right beside allure -- right beside them. as zainab was laid to the pedestal next to zainab, they bit off a guards hand , then another guards finger to protest against being executed ,,, this resulted in allure's punishment being executed a day after zainab + being even more humiliated by being locked in a small cage as the second punishment ,,, allure was then sacrificed a day later after jalala failed to open the cage. she got in serious trouble with the old faith and never saw allure again until 200 years later ⭐
6. Who raised your lamb?
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Zainab!! Their mother ⭐ She's in her sixties. pardon the old image,, but. zainab's husband died to the genocide as well as the rest of the qabr family,,
(🐏 Qabr is their lastnames! Zainab Qabr & "Allure" Fionn Qabr 🐏)
im kinda projecting what i went through as a child -- my mom didn't want me to know about our genocide and how she used the excuse of our extended family being dead more as like,, they're on vacation to a safe place ,, zainab started running away with allure when allure was 9 and zainab was 50 ,, she didn't tell allure the truth on why they had to be on the run until they were 15
7. Where was your lamb raised?
they were raised in a village :o) on the run after turning 9 years old unfortunately ⭐
since i kinda want shamura and allure to have opposite stories ;; allure grew up in an open minded village until they were nine years old when lamb hunters invaded their village grounds killing each and every one of them. allure and zainab were the only ones to make it out alive. zainab was quick about it because it wasnt the first time she was forced to leave her home ,, she quickly grabbed allure and hid underground for two days ,, then after those two days she picked up allure quickly to start running as fast as she could to get out of the village ,,, she left everything behind. allure left everything behind.
all those important scriptures and pieces of culture are all gone
10. How did your lamb feel with their head on the pedestal?
a mix of wrath, anger, sadness, guilt,,, about all the mixed emotions u would feel if u couldn't avenge your mother and let your emotions override you ⭐
after 200 years they still get flashbacks whenever they have the slightest bit of contact with their neck ,, its why their neck is highly sensitive and why their collar is a little loose ,, the tightness of it reminds them of when the axe hit the back of their neck and how they felt the slow excruciating swing of it cutting their nerves and through the bone
im unable to depict this often but this is actually how big their neck scar is , even after having the ability to self heal as well as the power of the red crown to do anything to their body ,,, the scar never goes away and is a reminder for them every morning when they wake up that they're truly the last of their kind and feel incredibly terrible about it
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what was done can't already be undone. you can wait for a millennium and your past will still haunt you
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ludwigplayingthetrombone · 1 year ago
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After seeing your beautiful new piece with the cute vignettes of team 7+team kakashi, i was wondering — how do you feel about Naruto (the boy)?
o thankyou! ;u; my feelings on narts the boy are so torn tbh so im gonna throw my ramblings under a cut bc idk if i can articulate this correctly
og naruto narts? love him. adore him. i miss that dumb little punk kid i loved him challenging the system and wanting to change it and help people. i /wanted/ him to inspire people like kakashi and gai's gen to do the same and realize how fucked up their childhoods were being weapons of the state at like 6 and 7
shippuden narts? He just rubs me the wrong way. started out good with gaara rescue arc, but then all his pizzaz left and let his obsession of sasuke be the only priority. (This isnt his fault, but kishi writing it so ONLY naruto could kill or defeat most of the enemies with his new op move was so boring to me. none of the secondary cast got to do shit) He also didnt take one second to question if his endgoal is still the same since he turned out to be exactly the opposite of "anyone can be hokage" bc he turns out to have the specialist blood of all and got revealed as a nepo baby and chosen one. He licherally became complicit and changed next to nothing as hokage in the end. the status quo remained the fucking same. Naruto rejecting the hokage position bc he recognizes neji was right is so much more interesting to me
Naruto is at his best when sasuke isnt involved imho. I adore his interactions with everyone else bc he truly loves his friends and family, but him and sakura were so delusional over sasuke but didnt actually Know him and his trauma they just loved the Idea of him. the way they talk about it, they act like sasuke was kidnapped and didnt CHOOSE to leave and even tried to kill them multiple times. shikamaru stronger than me, it'd slap the shit out of both of them
I wish they'd head on addressed the whole "sasuke's whole family was slaughtered in front of him" together and not "you have to come back so we can be a team and things can be normal again like nothing ever happened and fight me!" naruto would be the first one to offer to pull up on itachi with him lets be real lmaoo. I wanted him to offer sasuke support to BOTH tackle the injustices of the leaf. it's kinda like hiruzens passiveness with orochimaru and danzo. never holding certain loved ones accountable he was the same way with obito and even hiruzen himself. (is he even aware of hiruzen's part in the uchiha massacre or obito killing his parents?? then pardoning orochimaru?? HELLO???)
There were moments where i did see our boy shine thru, but then the god powers bullshit hit. in short, bring back my punk little man. his pure intentions were ruined by bad writing
my naruto endgame for him is not stuck at a deskjob he hates with a nuclear family he neglects and more he chooses to give up the hokage job to someone who actually can enact change and who isnt from a prestigious family. travels around helping people hands on and finally gets the peaceful life with found family he never had. advocating better for the next gen.
part one naruto, my baby boy
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taxes-evasion · 2 years ago
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OMG HIII im so excited for a creepypasta writer :3 may i please request you write for hoodie nd masky, reader also being a proxy!!!! it could be general hcs or whatevs, up to you!! if you dont want to do this req, its ok, if u want me to req smthn else u can always pm me
HIII and thank you so much! I hope I complied with your request (sorry if I didn't).
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Characters included: Reader (as proxy), Slenderman (named sometimes as Boss), Masky and Hoodie + mention of other proxies.
Small Warnings: mention of kidnapping, mention of dizziness, actions of light bullying, mention of broken bones, deep cuts, bruises, killing and curse words. Proxies are not kind toward newbie at all :(
⚠️Writer's Notices⚠️: I think I expanded the request without intending to? I'm not sure about that. I just like to give a lot of informations about the characters, so I also put a very light backstory of the Reader. I hope this doesn't bother you and, of course, if you wish, you can skip everything and go to the part that interests you the most. I'm not judging. Please enjoy!
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𝑀𝐴𝑆𝐾𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐻𝑂𝑂𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑋𝑌 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅
HOW DID YOU BECOME A PROXY?
You are probably in contact with kids/young adults who saw Slenderman;
Maybe a babysitter or a psychiatrist;
The fact is that you will never encounter proxies initially;
It is very important for Slenderman to decide for himself his servants;
Toby had once brought a girl into the mansion unbeknownst to Boss... Let's say she stayed for a short time;
Of course, Toby doesn't remember her anymore;
One day someone tells you about this strange, tall and thin man who appears in their dreams and in the woods;
However, one day you were normally on your way home when you started to feel dizzy;
And... surprise! Shortly afterwards you were in a dark office without any kind of light, forced to listen to a faceless man;
You don't remember much about how you get there but your attention, of course, is not centered on that small detail;
BUT WHY WERE YOU RECRUITED BY SLENDERMAN?
Most likely because you have a very good intellect and you reason efficiently;
The Big Boss really needs proxies like that;
Not an athletic person? DON'T WORRY! Slenderman already knows everything about you and what type of training you need, he already comes up with a training program just for you!
(Be grateful and don't try to run away, this tired old man ain't got no time to come and haunt you) :(
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
One surprise after another, apparently! (actually, you could easily imagine what is about to happen);
You are entrusted to some proxies who will take you under their "protective" wing;
These proxies are: Masky, Hoodie, and Toby!
But mainly Masky and Hoodie since they are the only ones who have actually done any training when they arrived at the mansion;
Toby isn't very present because he doesn't care much and would still struggle to have an initial relationship given his Antisocial Personality Disorder;
But don't worry! He'll get used to you soon!
HOW DO MASKY AND HOODIE BEHAVE TOWARDS YOU?
They are slightly heartless bitches :(
(they're actually "somehow" nice to you but not too much);
I mean they would help you with training but make fun of you whenever they can;
This mainly Masky;
Hoodie simply giggles meanly and nods;
DON'T LET THESE "INSTRUCTORS" OF YOURS FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE SENSITIVE OR THAT YOU CRY EASILY!
(This is honestly me);
I say this for your own good, really;
If Masky notices a sniffling or shining eyes from tears that would like to fall... you will find out what hell is;
You will no longer know what dignity is...
"Awwww, don't tell me our little newbie is going to cry, right?" it may be the phrase you'll hear the most;
Masky will basically yell it in the presence of ALL the residents of the mansion just to give you a reason to cry more;
"Come on Masky, can't you see that the frail little thing here is shaking? Give them some personal space."
Another reality revealed, but this time it's Hoodie's fault;
He probably won't yell it like Masky, but he'll still say it in a higher-than-average tone of voice;
BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY VERY BADASS?
If they notice that you are actually very neutral and don't care about their nasty comments, they will simply stop;
After all, it's no fun if there are no reactions;
Basically, they will just give you the advice you need to improve;
However, you may also have a short fuse!
Maybe you shouldn't point it out, you might unintentionally push yourself further, and since Masky also has a short fuse, you could start a fight with him;
If there's Hoodie nearby he'll stop Masky before killing you (but you'll have some deep cuts, bruises and, at worst, broken bones);
However, in the absence of Hoodie/other proxies, you will be killed without much scruples;
Butttt... consider yourself lucky because usually Hoodie and Masky are together all the time, either for tasks and because they have established a good relationship and don't spend much time with the other residents;
Above all they are good instructors;
They know when you've reached your limit and will stop you if they see you're going too far;
They will give you advice and plan a diet if they see that it is necessary;
It could have been worse, couldn't it?
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE DURING TRAINING?
As said before, they would certainly help you a lot;
Both with advice and by encouraging you to keep going;
(they will become more and more familiar with this as time goes on);
However, I like to imagine that Hoodie does the exercises with you, both to keep fit and to be an example for you;
Masky observes the two of you, smoking his cigarettes;
In some cases he will join you;
(he made a bet on who does the most running laps with Hoodie);
"You know, Y/N, Masky has never been able to beat me in a running challenge", Hoodie usually makes fun of Masky;
"For fuck's sake, just shut up!" and Masky responds in a bad way;
While they may seem quite calm while training you, don't forget that they are professional assassins;
You don't really want to see them when they have to torture/kill someone;
But one day, for sure, you're going to see that because, ops!, from now on you are a proxy;
Good luck with that!
Okay, that's all about our two favorite proxies!
I really have to write headcanons about their backstories because I've honestly always wanted to do that.
I hope you enjoyed this!
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