#kisses baldhead

[canofgarbage]

I feel like people don't talk enough about Jason Statham...

[baldintegra]

the real me

[potofstewie]

Hardheaded

Order-001

A/N: This is for fuckass @yourrfavzxri, I didn't spit in this even though I should've cause yo ass been tryin me for the longest now, dissin what I got goin on w Tay and talkin shit bout my man but imma give this to you anyway but the next request you gotta follow the rules or else imma get to talkin about yo broke ass man /j (srsly, I hope you enjoy💜)

W/C: <;1k

Pairing: Connie x Reader

C/W: None

“Connie.."

"I got it."

"You sure? 'Cause like...it don't look it." Your skeptical words left your mouth slowly as you watched your hardheaded boyfriend, Connie, attempt to put the A/C in the window. Sucking on your fifth red popsicle of the day, you watched in barely hidden amusement as your boyfriend struggled.

"I mean, this would be a whole lot easier for you if you just-"

"Baby! I got it! I swear to God if I lose focus and drop this shit down two stories, Imma stop talkin' to you." Connie kissed his teeth, his sweaty hand nearly slipping off the precious unit. "I dunno know why you didn't want me to put this in last month, now you got me doin' this during a fucking heatwave!"

You let out a short chortle, enjoying his little attitude. That was one of the things you liked about your man, you enjoyed it when he got a bit sassy. Finishing your popsicle, you stuffed the stick in his back pocket and watched him carefully maneuver and fix the A/C, ignoring his side-eye at your disrespectful action. "Aight Hardhead, but hurry up cause I'm sweating like crazy."

"Stop eating all the popsicles then." Wiping his forehead for the third time, Connie finally got the unit in place, pride swelling in his chest as he gave you that annoying look of "I told you so". All you could do was roll your eyes at his petty victory.

"See? What'd I say? What. Did. I. Say. I told you I could do it but you don't like believing in me." With his words, Connie stood up with his hand still on the A/C. "I should've made a bet like, loser gets the winner exclusive ice cream or some head."

Giggling softly, you crossed your arms in accepted defeat. "Boy shut the hell up and plug in the damn thing, and I ain't givin' you no damn head in this heat." Complying with your harsh order, Connie, your boyfriend, your cornball, your baldheaded, idiotic lover released his grasp on the A/C and walked over to the plug; completely forgetting to shut the window down to keep the unit in place.

Before you could even fully comprehend what happened, the A/C was gone; only thing you could register being the plug flying out the window followed by a loud crash a couple seconds after. With thick silence filling your shared bedroom, you slowly looked over at Connie who was frozen in place; his face wiped clean of smugness and instead replaced with a thousand-yard stare that burned at the window.

Cutting the silence, you asked a simple question. "Does this mean I get head?"

"Don't talk to me."

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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[feasibilities]

Renewal | Jim x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Burgeoning Relationship, Pregnancy, Mentions of Sex Synopsis: An unexpected pregnancy between you and Jim could get in the way of things. Author's Note: I have nothing but love for my baldheaded king, Jim.

“I’m pregnant, Jim.” You whispered to yourself, rehearsing the line for the thousandth time. You couldn’t understand why you were so nervous. You two survived hell on earth and now you got the chance to dote on post-epidemic life. You came to this cottage in Cumbria so Jim could recover. Naturally, your ardor got in the way of his recovery. Affectionate glances and gestures became blazes of unbridled passion. You remember an incident where the cottage nearly burned down because you two were occupied with screwing around in the bath. Your relationship with Jim blossomed beautifully and you felt safe for the first time in weeks. Walking to your bedroom, you saw him sleeping soundly. You went to him and planted gentle kisses on his nose to wake him. Stirring awake, he smiled at you. 

“I’m up, I’m up.” He said sleepily. You wiggled your way underneath the blanket and stared at him intently. 

“I have something to tell you, Jim.” You said softly. 

“What is it?” He inquired, furrowing his eyebrows. You stayed silent for a bit which made Jim sit up. You wordlessly took his hand and placed it on your stomach. It took a minute for it to register. His eyes widened as he realized what the news was. 

“Really?” He said excitedly. You nodded in response and giggled when he embraced you. 

“How far along?” He asked.

“No idea but labor’s gonna be a bitch.” You quipped. Jim delicately pulled the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder and kissed it. You put your hand on his chest to remind him of your condition.

“I’ll be gentle. Promise.” He murmured on your skin. 

[archangeldyke-all]

This is a little self indulgent so feel free to ignore! But I have been dealing with pretty severe hair loss due to a chronic illness and have been feeling really sad and unloveable and embarrassed about it lately, esp because I used to have really thick and luscious hair. I think it would be so healing to read something about Sevika comforting and loving a reader who is dealing with hair loss hahahaha or you could even just generally do something about a reader struggling with body changes due to chronic illness??? Whatever you want! Thank you so much love you <3

this whole blog is self-indulgent central babe!! also, i love you too, i'm so sorry you're going through this, chronic illness sucks so much fucking ass, i hope this can make you feel just a bit better <333

men and minors dni

she catches you in the bathroom, staring sadly down at the sink.

"babe?" she asks.

"i lost more hair." you say, sad and quiet. you lift up the clump of hair in the sink that came out when you tried to brush this morning for her to see.

sevika's heart breaks.

not because of your hair. she doesn't really give a shit about it. sure, you've got great hair, but sevika'd still love you if you were bald, or if you grew needles out of your scalp instead of your soft strands. no, her heart breaks because she knows how much you care about it, and how sad you get each time your chronic illness takes more of it from you.

"fuck, baby." she mumbles, racing to wrap you up in a hug. you slump against her, silently crying into her chest. "i'm sorry, honey." she whispers against your scalp, pressing kisses to your head.

"i just-- i feel so fuckin' ugly." you mumble.

sevika gasps, and steps away from you, both of her strong hands on your shoulders. she almost shakes you as she speaks, a glare in her eyes. "don't fucking say that." she says. you blink up at her, surprised by her tone. "fuck, baby, you're the most beautiful woman i've ever met, are you fucking kidding me?" she asks. "it-- you have great hair but-- that's not what makes you hot, you know?" she asks. you blink.

"what?" you ask. sevika groans, and this time, she does shake your shoulders as she speaks.

"look at you!" she cries. "baby-- you've still got your body. your gorgeous skin, your pretty smile, those eyes, fuck i get lost in your eyes all the fucking time. you're funny and smart and so fucking kind and i can never stop staring at your ass-- shit, honey, you're so good looking it drives me insane." she insists. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth, but quickly fades away.

"i might go bald someday." you say sadly. sevika groans.

"so you'll be bald! i'll love my little baldheaded baby. give your head kisses all the fuckin time, buy you hats to keep you warm, get you wigs-- think of all the fuckin' colors and styles and lengths you can have, whenever you want!" you chuckle at her outburst, tears still streaming down your cheeks, but your frown doesn't return.

"thanks, sev." you say. she swoops in to press a firm kiss to your lips.

she does research on hair loss for you.

she comes home with different potions and oils for hair growth at least once a week.

once a week, she'll help you coat your hair in masks, to condition and soften and promote growth. and then an hour later, she'll wash it out for you, taking her time to wash it all out, then gently comb your hair and blow dry it for you.

she learns how to do styles meant for thin hair, and then she insists she does your hair for you every morning.

her instagram feed is entirely thin hair styling videos now.

she gives you a new style every. single. day. sometimes, she'll even do her own hair in the same style, so the two of you can match.

as you lose more, she starts pressing kisses to the little spots of your scalp, sure to make it clear just how much she loves every part of you.

and each time she catches you in the mirror fretting with your scalp, she'll smother you in kisses until you forget your worries, then go out to buy you a fun new hat or headband or head scarf or wig to take your mind off the loss, and put it on the new fun accessories.

her care for you doesn't stop here. she's just as intensely loving and caring when you experience other symptoms of your illness.

she carries those pocket warmers with her, and when you're out and about and get an ache or pain, she'll pop 'em to activate 'em, then wrap them in a rag before pressing it to whatever part of your body is sore.

she's always making sure you get enough food and water, even when you aren't feeling hungry. she researches good protein shakes with lots of calories and nutrients, then buys the best she can find-- and she'll glare at you every morning and evening until you finish your serving.

if you get tired when you're out in public, sevika will take you home the second you yawn. doesn't matter if you're in the middle of grocery shopping, she'll leave the cart in the middle of the aisle and take you home, holding you until you fall asleep, then sneaking out to return to the store and finish shopping for the both of you.

she still runs her fingers through your hair like she did when you first met, uncaring of the way a few strands will always come out while she strokes your hair. and, when your little bald spots start growing fuzzy patches back, she's fucking thrilled. she loves the texture, loves running her fingers over it.

when you start wearing wigs on the regular (if that's something you do) sevika is always thrilled when you ask for her opinions.

"oooh i think the bob goes better with that outfit, babe." or "fuck, that red looks fucking stunning on you."

sometimes, you'll catch her in the bathroom, one of your wigs on her head, dancing in the mirror as she swishes the long inches of hair behind her back. it's so fucking cute. she's so embarrassed each time you catch her.

anyways, sevika loves you more than anything else in her life. a little hair loss isn't gonna stop that.

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[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

Garou who’s so pissed off at you cuz you’re not answering the phone, having his calls go to voicemail and maybe texts not going through. He thinks you blocked him again but your phone was just dead and before that you put it on dnd cause you was out hanging with your ppls and Garou be pissin you off no cap.

You unlocked your door jumping finding Garou sitting on your couch legs in a manspread as he watched you enter, his yellow eyes following your every move. “Boy what tf are you doing in my h-”He interrupts you. “So where you been?” You scoff at the audacity of this man. “Out.” He rolls his eyes.

“So you don’t know how to pick up the phone?” You put your keys and stuff down heading towards the kitchen. “My phone died sassy ass nigga. But that don’t explain why you in my crib.” He followed behind you watch your ass as you lean over getting a water bottle from the fridge.

“I picked the lock but that doesn’t explain why you ain’t answer my texts for two days.” You turn around closing the refrigerator door leaning on your counter taking a few gulps from the bottle.

“Umm didn’t know that my dad walked his baldheaded ass back in my life… Wait, bitch, nigga did you just say you picked my locks?” Your eyebrows scrunched as your lip curled. “Y/n yo that’s not the point.” You muttered under your breath. ‘Could’ve fooled me.’

You’re not surprised by his behavior Garou was a fuck buddy that got obsessed with that gorilla grip super-soaker and it was fine cuz you were feeling him too, his dick game go bananas, but he still wanted to fuck around but you wasn’t with that so when you left him for a new dude he went to the guy’s job and threatened him to break up with you and he keyed his car and busted his windows.

Yea that nigga crazy but now he says he cut off all his hoes and he just want you (massive mafuckin eye roll) He held out his phone handing it to you you looked at it sizing him up before looking back at the phone. “Just take it.”

You grumble snatching the device from him going through it. You seen the conversation between him and his three other sneaky links that he put in a group chat this guy🙄 cursing all of them out and them finding out about each other started another argument.

You could do nothing but laugh as you hand him back his phone, slowly walking towards where he stood at the island leaning over it. “So you believe me? I’m tryna make us possible.” You suck your teeth looking into his eyes teeny to find fault. “I’ll give us a chance but if you fuck up me and my goons running in yo shit baby.”

He smiles kissing your lips his hand sat on your waist. “That’s a bet and I already have our first date planned.” You look at him questionably. “What we doing?” He barks a laugh patting your hip. “We gon watch my exes fight they said Saturday at the park.” You back up from him looking dead in his eyes.

“Boy don’t play with me, better take me out to dinner and a movie or something.” He rolled his eyes pulling you back to him. “Girl chill their fight’s just gonna be the preview.”

You walk towards your room a tired smile playing at your lips from the exhausting interaction you hear Garou’s footsteps behind you. “Play too much crazy ass boy.”

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[guiltygearconfessions]

i start to get really emotional when I think of faust like he is the light of my life I just wanna give him a big ol kiss on the forehead and hold him. he's been THROUGH IT I mean not only was he suffering through self hatred and guilt over when he was baldhead but he ACTIVELY PUT EFFORT into not killing people (even though he knew deep down he LIKED killing but hated himself for it...) plus I mean he put so much effort into bettering himself and there was probably a part of him that felt like nothing was ever going to change and his actions would amount to nothing compared to his crimes

SIGH. I could talk about him FOREVER. my sweet baby (he's not a baby.) my little guy (he's not little.) I love him. the faust

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[takeariskao3]

YES YES YES!!!! Harry isn't a perfect book boyfriend as I see some people thinking he is. Like, he has his flaws and these flaws affect his relationships. I loved your view of their separation because to me Ginny felt blindsided. Harry gave very clear hints that he liked her when they were dating and suddenly, when there's no Voldy baldheaded, he just...ghosts her? I understand he was traumatized and going through some shit but...wasn't Ginny as well? Ginny getting once more sidelined and betrayed by someone she made herself vulnerable for must've been painful and heartbreaking. She had lost a brother, had to endure endless months of bad shit at hands of the Carrows and also had to come with the fact that she wasn't that important in Harry's life as she once thought (Tom Riddle was proven right). I absolutely loved that part when he kiss her desperately and she says that it won't work this time. I GASPED SO LOUDLY at her line. (wow here I go again on another tpfy reread). My point is, after years of having to defend Ginny as a good pair for Harry, sometimes it made me wonder: why don't we discuss if SCARHEAD is good enough for her?????? In the majority of hinny fics postwar she is the one being super supportive and the one who was to bear the heavy lift on their relationship. So your fic is a great twist at that notion and that's why I love it so much.

[bravrdm]

poly!bats boys x plus sized black reader headcanons?

Omg I completely ignored the poly part my bad I’ll do another one but for now here’s this

THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED AT ALL SO IF ITS BAD DONT JUDGE

Azriel

He worships you body in the bedroom

He knows how it feels to be insecure (via his hands)

So he always make sure to remind you your beautiful.

Fucks you when ever you get a new hairstyle

If you ever worked for the night Court you would be a perfect spy bc ur change ur wigs all the time.

When you wore your Afro out one day in the city the kids came rushing out to greet you and they put a whole bunch of flowers in ur hair

He he didn’t think it was possible to fall even more in love with you in that moment but he did. He loved seeing you with kids

Punched a dude in the face for making fun of ur weight.

He thinks ur hair is really cute

Would try to use ur hair and ur ass as a pillow.

Always touching ur belly and kissing ur arms/shoulders.

{dam bitch why I’m blushing}

Goes feral when u wear skin tight dresses and that one color that looks good on ur skin tone.

Kisses you stomach when he’s going down on u.

When u fall asleep he’ll put on ur bonnet for u and kiss ur forehead.

You’ll be at the dinner table with everyone and he’ll be kissing ur wrist and kissing up ur arm like chill bruh it’s not that serious

He’ll learn how to do ur twist outs and will make sure u never run out of hair grease.

Don’t make jokes about ur weight or skin color in front of him. He will fuck you in front of the mirror/ window just to show u and everyone else just how pretty you look when your cumming on his dick.

Ur sitting in his lap ALL of the time

Seriously

When even u joined the high lord meetings with az rhysand wouldn’t even give u a chair bc he knew Azriel would just pull u into his lap and you would both just sit there

U thought he was lying when he said he would fuck you in front of everyone if you kept making jokes about yourself?

The next meeting he had he had you facing everyone while fucking the shit out of you while his shadows covered the both of you so no one would see.

Sadly the shadows couldn’t hide your moans so u had to keep quiet.

Rhysand chewed him out for it but he also told az he would of done the same thing (they both nasty like that ew)

Cassian

He’s a big man so of course he likes everything big.

No offense to nesta but I don’t think it’s really realistic for cassian to be with a skinny girl 😔

Big beefy men usually go for big girls idk why ask your baldheaded mother.

He would only wanna see u in skintight dresses. (Or naked but that’s another story.)

He would HAVE TO learn how to do ur hair

Territorial asf

One time u had a male hair braider and he almost went crazy

You smacked him and kicked him out

After that he made sure to learn how natural hair works bc there was no way he was gonna let anyone else touch you.

It was kinda romantic teaching him and watching him learn about your hair.

He’ll do ur cornrows and then fuck u.

I feel like he would be more intimate when it comes to doing ur hair.

Like he would light candles and wash ur body in the bathtub and then wash ur hair.

After he’s done he would lay u on the bed and oil and lotion ur whole body down. And put u in one of his shirts

He would have u sit in his chair at his desk, section your hair and twist it up

You’d be so relaxed at that point and turned on.

9/10 im slow fucking him after that ngl.

Nice sleepy cuddle-fucking? Yes sir yes sir.

Rhysand

He tried to learn how to do ur hair but he was so busy and was always tired after his long work days.

But there was no way in hell he was having his high lady looking like shit

So he made a plan and got together the best stylists and braiders in the game for his wife ❤️🤞🏾

He would definitely have u living that pampered wife lifestyle

Im not really into the soft life shit but he would definitely have u living the soft life

Always buying expensive hair jewelry and headbands.

He got u a wet brush with a fat diamond in the center.

All ur hair products would match bc he likes organization.

Would probably have a whole separate room dedicated to ur hair and jewelry.

I’m kinda mad at rhysand rn so no more for him.

[dizzying-faust]

1 for the “choose violence” ask game?

the character everyone gets wrong

I've already did this with Marinette, but if I have to pick another character, I would say Faust, especially regarding his appearance in Strive.

Because the amount of takes I've seen of people saying he's dead, depressed or regressed into Baldhead l, or people complaining they took the silly away from Faust and ruined him...

No, Faust is regressing to his roots. The whole point of him moving on from his past to heal himself. That's the whole point of what happened to him in Another Story. Yes, he is tired, but in this moment in life, he's happy.

And don't get me started on people making him want to kill or get revenge on Zato because he ruined his life when that's not him either. Heck, even when he met him, he decides not to kill him and befriended Chronus, the guy who ordered the hit, and held no grudges against him.

All Faust deserves a break, make peace with himself, and a kiss from his GF. That's all he needs.

Choose violence ask game

[ninootny]

goodbn,ight sweetie kisses your baldhead gros bisous

gayr from club oegnuin get out of mhy brain iswear i dont feel normal sinceyoure in my life i cant its so twisted i just wan t aahhapy life getouttt

[b0rista]

— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.

WARNINGS: light angst & swearing.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: he's one of my ultimate favorite snk characters, and i needed to cleanse my page of the heavy ass warrior content djjfjf.

"you're either a blessing, or you're a lesson. either or, you and i met for a reason."

with all of the gore and the misfortune that comes with your livelihood, it's connie that gets you through it.

as expected, you first fell in love with him for his humor. not for the humor itself, but for how it shed the smallest flicker of joy upon a heaping tower of despair— as soldiers, you needed that. fortunately, he was the one that brought it to the table. even during your days as cadets, connie lived to make you laugh. hearing a chuckle flutter from your core served as a form of therapy for him, and with time, he grew addicted.

with that being said, he does the stupidest shit in order to get your attention. even when you're together, he'll do what needs to be done. for example, one time, he tried to impress you by doing a trick while saddled up on his horse. in an attempt to twirl like a jackass ballerina, the horse decided that it deserved better, and kicked him clean off its back. at the sight of his 5'2 ass being hoisted eight feet into the air, you nearly choked.

prepare yourself, he's a cuddler. after a particularly hard day's worth of work, connie finds solace in bedding up with you, knowing that you're safe, and with him. he asks that you don't tell anybody, but he actually really enjoys cuddling as the little spoon. to have his head pressed against your chest, his ear to your heartbeat, brings him comfort. of course, he'll never detest to being your big spoon, either. he absolutely loves the feeling of you buried within his touch.

^ if you ever want to go an evening without cuddling, he'll be immediately offended. never, ever, ever will the two of you fall asleep back to back. he simply won't have it, it makes him feel as if something's wrong. and if that is the case, nobody's falling asleep until you've talked about it and successfully sorted it out.

at the beginning of your guys' relationship, everyone worried for you. did he coerce you, y/n? are you being forced? has he threatened you, has he threatened your family? nobody could grasp the fact that connie motherfuckin' springer had managed to pull you.

if there's any sort of sour talk regarding you, no matter how little it is, this man will leap to your defense. one time, jean called your bedhead ugly, and connie propelled a moldy roll of bread into his forehead. in the end, a massive food fight erupted, and you were just standing there with your bedhead like 🧍‍♀️

HOWEVER, there was an instance that actually led to a genuine, real fight between you two as a couple. you'd managed to scuff up your leg during the battle with kenny the ripper and his associates, and when it came down to who was and who wasn't going to tag along for the eren & historia rescue mission, connie belittled you to the team behind your back. not because he actually felt that way, but because he'd do anything to maintain your safety— even if it meant hurting your feelings. telling captain levi that your abilities were inadequate for that particular mission hurt him, but he did what he felt was necessary.

in the end, though, levi saw through the charade. to connie's dismay, you came with to save eren and historia. and during the entire journey, you didn't even utter a word to him. of course, though, during the battle, you put your frustrations aside. once you saw your lover's head nearly get kicked in during combat, you understood his intentions, and you forgave him. as expected, he replied to your forgiveness with humor,, his go-to coping mechanism.

"considering how sexy i looked on the battlefield, i knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

whenever his hair starts to grow out, you're the one that gets to cut it back down! he's able to do it himself, but he really likes it when you do it. you're typically propped up in his lap, sitting face to face as you file down his edges. he always loops his arms around your waist, intently staring you in the face— seeing you so concentrated on his hair, he can't help it.

you wouldn't expect this from connie whatsoever, but he likes it when you read to him. pick a literature of your choice and let him kick back and rest his head onto your lap, pleasE. he'll close his eyes, and for the first time in forever, stay still. the only time he and books ever coexist is when you're reading one to him. he'll also make fun of you whenever you stumble over a sentence,, so get ready.

the day you realize that this motherfucker is nearing six feet tall, you're ready for the holy spirit to whisk you away. literally, you measure his height on the weekly once you realize he just keeps gaining inches. that, and when he starts growing more into his face? lawd, take you now.

"connie, you're getting seXY-"

"what the hell does thaT mE A N-"

many, many proposals. none are meant to be taken seriously, which the both of you know. still, there are far too many proposals between the two of you. one time, you killed a fly midair, and he thought you were the baddest bitch on the block.

"marry me."

another time, he swooped you into the air with his maneuvering gear, and as you held onto him for dear life, you looked him dead in the face: "marry me, you baldheaded bastard."

it can be a reel, how many times the two of you say that bullshit. somehow, it's cute.

he doesn't really take basic boundaries into consideration. like, one time, you caught him using your toothbrush because he couldn't find his. it wasn't fun, you had to give him a serious talking to.

he is, without a doubt, constantly prepared to lay down his life for you on the battlefield. during his time as a soldier, he's grown significantly strong— and once he fell in love with you, he's felt even stronger. not only do you give him drive, but you lend him strength. with that being said, you're somebody he'd die for without even an ounce of hesitation. and knowing him, he's probably made that more than obvious.

when connie's village was destroyed and it was discovered that his entire family was turned into titans, you were one of the only ones to actually comfort him. you were absolutely enraged at how nonchalantly your lover's loss was set aside, and although he'd tried his hardest to conquer the grief alone, it was you who sat at his bedside at night, cradling him in your arms as he wept. never in your life had you seen him so distraught. after that period of time, your relationship with him only deepened in its seriousness. 

as expected, you and sasha spend quite a bit of time together! after all, that's your boyfriend's best friend. given her easygoing nature, it didn't take long for sasha to absolutely adore you. naturally, she wonders how the hell you manage to operate with a boyfriend like that, but she tries not to ask questions.

speaking of the wonder twins, they love getting you in trouble. whenever the two of them think up an astonishingly moronic shenanigan, there's a solid 50/50 chance that you'll be looped into it, too. one time, they purposefully dulled jean's razor, and when he went to shave, it only ended in him splitting his face open due to placing too much pressure. as a joke, those two jackasses carved your initials into the handle. when jean decided that he'd murder you, connie tried playing the hero, lEapiNg to your defense. it was stupid, and it didn't work. you still laugh about it, though.

there have been several jokes regarding starting a family and growing old together— secretly, though, connie doesn't want them to just be jokes.

he stole a stray cat for you. yup, yes he did. the two of you were walking about the city, and you saw a gray-haired sleeping beside a trash bin behind a local vendor. you compared its fur to the color of his hair, calling it cute. out of impulse, connie went back to that exact same vendor later on that day, trapped the cat in a box, and brought it to your doorstep.

his forearms and fingertips were covered in claw marks, but to see your face light up the way that it did, any amount of pain was immediately worth it.

after the nickname that shadis had given connie on the first day of cadet training, you named the kitty q-ball. 🥺

during the season four era, the two of you share a house. at first, captain levi argued against it— "put a pair of horny teenagers in a home together, what do you think is gonna happen?"

y'all said fuck it, and lived together anyways. it's you, him, and your lovely child, q-ball. occasionally jean, too. some nights, he doesn't want to be alone.

eskimo kisses. during the prepping of every single mission, you'll get eskimo kisses. it's a small, loving gesture the two of you do before heading into the battlefield. as a sign of your love, you'll press your foreheads together and rub noses, weapons holstered and ready for combat. it's a serious tradition, and it'll never be ignored.

and after a mission, connie has this habit of pinching your cheeks immediately after rushing towards you. it isn't to be cute, either. it's so that he can scan you, and check you for any harm. basically, it's him squeezing the life out of your face while bombarding you with questions.

expect supremely cheesy pet names! bae, biscuit, buttercup, baby thing, sexy bitch, and so on. if it were anyone else, he would 100% make fun of them. but it's him, therefore adorable.

[fauslayer]

📌✨💕💔🍀?

📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

roy actually got me into gear! an artist we mutually follow retweeted a guilty gear design thread and we got attached to zappa .3! then it just kinda rabbitholed

✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

this is always hard to explain but i think for gear its like. the themes in it speak really hard to me. a lot of talk abt humanity and love and love in spite of humanity and humanity in spite of everything. weh weh sniff.

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

Holy Shit I Love Doctor Faust. like. debilitating brain fungus level. literally a man that is entirely driven by his desire to help other people and even like. the guilt being the main thing that drives him doesnt hold up to just how much he wants to make sure people are safe like. agony. this guy got his whole practice burnt to the ground very shortly after dealing with like. SO much and did he get angry? no. his first priority was making sure everyone in there got out of there safe to the point that he was delirious on fucking smoke fumes afterward!! aughhhh. i love everything abt this man.

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

zato fucking wifebeater babykiller one he is the embodiment of everything done wrong in gear he is the patron saint of an arc half-written i almost wonder if the people currently writing him have literally just forgot his first appearance every time i see him. he is not love regardless of humanity hes a husk that theyre wishy-washy over whether he feels bad ever. his fucking stalkerish obsession with wanting his ex to fix him. his ex who he tried to stalk and murder for years after literally grooming her into being a killing machine. the writers trying to portray that as some kind of love or lingering affection from the ""good old days"" will always make me angry because its more than likely zato never loved millia. i need to stop.

🍀 do you have any kins or comfort characters from your hyperfixation?

i think my brain is trying to hit me with a dekinning beam (in general) recently and im kinda thankful for it so im just going to go cc mode. there is a reason i want zato to boil in acid tho.

dr baldhead kamioshi moments he is my favourite guy his presence elicits extreme joy from me. i barely know why besides the fact that he is a vessel for my favourite type of pretty much anything. dw sensei we are both mentally ill and fucked up ill buy you a snack at the convenience store. different spot from being obsessed with faust somehow. jian also takes up a separate slot (he has normal guy moe im trying to finish smth cute with him as we speak pray for me)

other than the doctor gauntlet. zappa is my little tiepnsy sweetheart jellybean i want to pick him up and care for him and give him kisses like LOOK at him thats a rodent! and also slayer because hes so fucking cool. also going to give him kisses. this is the kiss gauntlet tier. thank you for the questions bestie |> | ily

[thebratscape]

*Draken watches you pile all the muffins into the cart from his relaxed position then watches you bop right on over to the cookies and cupcakes section to gather an arm full of chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies and cupcakes with bright and colorful icing.*

*He’s looking at you with a hardened stare because he knows you’re testing his patience. You’re lucky he smoked before he got here. He’s in a good mood and he’s trying to be nice to you in public, so he gives you a chance to act right.*

*Draken stands up fully, his height towering over your figure as you look up at him with that look— he knows that look. It’s when you’re about to throw a tantrum because you’re being a fucking brat.*

“Imma keep it simple: pick one and put the rest of this shit back or don’t.. and have me straighten your ass out in here in front of all these nice people. What’s it gonna be? Because I’m not fuckin’ playin’ with you in here.”

— draken.

oop- 👀

He’s serious. As much as I’d like to put on a show for the grocery store, kick and scream and put all these treats in the cart anyway, I really don’t wanna get my ass kicked. Not in here anyways. Still, this doesn’t change my attitude. I kiss my teeth and turn around to put some things back, walking with attitude and mumbling as much slick shit as I can get away with under my breath.

“Can’t have shit man.. ugh, I hate yo ol’ long neck havin’ ass fuckin’ bossy motherfucker…”

I pick out the smiley face cookies and put them in the cart; more like throw them, and walk in front of him to go to the next part of the store to buy fish for dinner. This isn’t over by a long shot. I know what misbehaving might lead to but maybe that’s what I want. We’ll see how else we can annoy this man.

When we get there, I order the fish we need; all the right cuts and weights like how I wanted. We have everything on the list, but I want to get something extra. I saw this really nice stand mixer that’d be perfect for making all sorts of things. Knowing this baldheaded bastard he probably won’t let me get it. So I stare at it from across the room and sigh because he’s being a meanie.

“If ONLY I could have that mixer over there, conveniently placed in the middle of the store that my evil boyfriend won’t let me have because he’s bald and bitter. UGHHHH.”

I’m being extra, I know. But I wanna see how much I can push his buttons.

[guiltygearconfessions]

i think raven and dr baldhead should kiss

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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 233

Trey

We gonna try this whole marriage thing over again. I feel like it's me. I'm the one unhappy with things. I'm the one with secrets. I'm the one fucking up. I'm the one that needs to change. Everyone is sitting around talking. I stand in front of Cammie as she talks. I sit the phone down on her lap.

"What's this?" She says picking it up and examining the phone. "This is your phone, Tremaine?"

"Yeah."

Cammie looks over at MeMe who had her lips turned up. "I've never seen this fucking phone before."

"Bruh?" Chris says standing up like he wanted to run across the room and take the phone. "Why?"

"Why do you have a third phone?" Cammie snaps handing the phone to Alex who had came over.

I suck my teeth. "Why you give it to her?"

"Why the fuck did you give it to her?" Chris snaps motioning to me dramatically.

"Makes you scared? Where your extra phone?" Rollie laughs.

"Don't you watch TV?" Marco asks. "That man ain't a good cheater. He does it from the same phone."

They share a laugh together. I look from them at Cammie. She had stood up and was now walking away. I don't know who had the phone. I just sit down. Rollie stands up from his seat.

"You got to be the dumbest motherfucker I know. Why not just throw the phone away? Crush it up? Blend it?" Rollie asks.

"That wouldn't have solved nothing." I say.

Chris sucks his teeth. "Why didn't you talk to us about this first?"

I get pissed off. "I don't need to talk to every fucking body all the time about my shit."

"Clearly you fucking do. I would have told your ass not to do it."

"Damn I thought we were making progress." Rollie snaps walking away.

Chris walks away in the other direction. Why are they even mad about the shit? It's not like I did it without thinking about what I was doing. I get up then roam around the house looking for one of my boys. Of course I run into Lane first.

"Daddy?"

"What's up, son?"

He had a pacifier. He sticks it in his mouth. Oh man. I don't want to go backwards and we start worrying about getting rid of a pacifier. I grab the pacifier out of his mouth. He turns around to the table behind him and start opening something. I walk over to him. He is taking a pacifier out of a pack. I take the pack before he could get it out.

"No." I say.

"I baby."

"No you not a baby."

He laughs then he starts crawling around the floor. I put the pacifiers out of his reach. He continues crawling around the floor fake crying. I grab his hand and stand him up off the floor. I start walking back outside.

"Daddy?"

"What?"

He starts dragging his feet. "I go to grandma?"

I stop walking to look at his face. He was seconds away from fucking tears. Does he think he's in trouble? I pick him up and kiss his cheek. He continues with his pouting. I put him down.

"Go ahead." I say nicely.

He stares at me for a few seconds. I just wanted to bond with you son. He runs back to where he was but going into the room. I follow behind him to see what he has to say to his grandma. It's Gwen that he goes to. She is folding up clothes on the bed.

"I told you to be a big boy." She says.

"I baby." Lane says leaning in her lap.

She hits him with something she had folded. He smiles really big then starts fake crying. She chuckles then lifts him up in her arms as if he were a baby.

"Hey." I say walking into the room.

"You seem to go through a lot of moods in a day. Sit down. How are you feeling?"

I notice Caden behind the folded clothes sleep. "I'm fine."

She gestures to a spot on the bed. "You look like you are back to the mood from the car ride." She says ignoring my comment. "Young marriages are very hard. Those first years of realizing you are one with someone and learning to cope. Very easy to forget what's important."

"What's important?"

"That you found someone you want to always have in your life."

I sit down. "Not the commitment?"

"Who cares about commitment? You don't have to commit if you never forget why you in the marriage. It was never to commit. Why did you get married, Tremaine? Was it so you can be faithful? I hope you already were. Cause a ring don't make a man keep his penis in his pants."

"I got married..." I stop.

She lets Lane slide to the floor. He laughs really hard as he lands on the floor by her feet. She smiles.

"You don't know why you got married?"

"Everything just happened."

She sighs. "For the kids?"

"I mean Caden wasn't a factor."

"Lane, are you grandma's big boy?" She says like she angry.

He laughs. "Baby. I your baby. Grandma baby."

"I feel like we going backwards all the time. We can never get to a happy place. I know it's me though."

"Cammie is hiding from her past. She is good at pressuring others to take blame for her life. Her father was the same way. Stubborn. I believe in divorce. But I don't believe in giving up because you not happy. Happiness is conditional, love is unconditional. A marriage is unconditional. No matter what you going through a marriage can survive. Cause it's about never giving up on a bond. Never letting go."

I stare at her. "I always thought you would have bad advice."

She giggles. "Why would you think that?"

"Cause you and Cammie don't get along. I thought it was because of you."

"That's why I'm here, to find out what I missed. What happened that I should have been watching for."

I shrug. "Maybe the reason she wanted to change schools."

"Because we made her pick something beside dance."

"Maybe you should talk to her about why you made her do Chemistry."

"She picked her major." Gwen says offended.

I lay back on her folded clothes. "Hmm?"

She hits me. "Don't be like your son. Move."

I chuckle at how much she sounded like Cammie. I glance at her face before I move to sit up. Yeap. Same expression as Cammie. I know why I married her. Cause she required it and I wanted her. To get her I had to marry her. Now to figure out how to keep her. What do I need to do?

  Cammie

"Part of me don't want to even know." I say kicking sand.

"I want to know everything." Alex says.

Hidia takes the phone from Alex. "No. There is no reason for you to know when she doesn't. You know how this family is. You will get mad and throw it in her face. Plus you don't need to know what Trey's penis looks like."

I twist around looking at her. "Who says his penis is in that phone?"

"Girl you know it is. Men send dick pictures. Forrest being one of those men and probably doing as he learned from his brother. So you know his dick is all in this phone."

"Ugh." I snap falling back in the sand. "I'm just going to go fall in the ocean."

Alex sucks her teeth. "Don't talk like that when your husband is dealing with suicidal thoughts. That's insensitive. Bae, you do have the truth right here in your hand. Do women not require that? Like do we not want this?"

"You don't." Rollie snaps fighting Hidia for the phone.

"Who invited you?" Alex asks.

"I'm with Rollie on this, Bae. That phone ain't what you want to look at. You know it's full of shit to make you mad. Dick pics, text messages, even worse sexting. Like Bae, no. We moving toward."

I shake my head. "That's the second time I heard dick pictures. Give it here."

Rollie punches the phone shattering it. "If you want to stay married to this nigga no. He turned in his lying ass deceitful shit. He telling you he not doing it no more. He getting rid of numbers that mean nothing to him. He letting go of these wide open bitches that don't even offer comfort when he sad. Who cares what he sent them?"

"What if it comes up? Your man sent this to me. Or some shit like that. I could have already known."

"It's gonna come up. Be prepared. This your warning. Alex's friend is one of those bitches so I know you gonna hear it."

"My friend?" Alex snaps. "Not fucking Jewels. Only fucking friend... unmarried friend I got."

Rollie makes a face. "Oh maybe it was MiMi cousin."

"Worst Rollie!" I scream.

"Naw I said it right the first time. I'll tell you how he picks girls up. He texts them his location. Multiple random ass numbers in his phone which he has by state. Whoever shows up shows up. He don't even know half the time. Bitch be drunk as shit. If someone wants proof they get a video call. Dick pictures are played out. This what you want to hear? That's what you want to see?" Rollie walks towards me then he suddenly skips sideways and toss the phone into the ocean. "Go get it then. You got about 5 seconds before water get to the memory."

I suck my teeth staring out into the water. "That was childish."

"I can go punch your husband and throw him into the damn water just like the phone. Mexico will help."

"Don't do that Rollie." I spat.

Rollie grabs me. "Because he been through enough? Stop talking to these failed at every relationship as bitches and go talk to your husband. Let his bitch ass know where he can find his phone. And let him know I will help him find it."

"Rollie stop!" I yell as he lifts me up.

"I'm not fucking playing with you. Act like you want this marriage. Fight for it with your husband not these baldheaded hoodrats with daddy issues."

Alex does something to Rollie making him fall over on me. He snatches me back off of the sand then turns around to Alex. She screams. I dust myself off. I part of me wanted to look through that phone and hate my husband but he already told me what he did. We already fussed about this. And I was the one that fussed at him about not telling me before it came out in blogs. We can't keep fussing about the same fight over and over. I do love him. I don't want to leave him. I don't want Rollie to be right.

"You bitch." Alex screams fighting Rollie.

"Shit ain't change little girl." Rollie barks.

I grab Rollie letting her get up. She jumps up and charge at him. I laugh when he throws both of us on the ground. He stands up and starts acting like King Kong. Bitch ass. I am not getting thrown in the water. I push Alex into him and walk away.

"I tried."

"Girl, stop rolling around like your ass ain't pregnant." Hidia snaps.

Rollie stops. "Pregnant?"

"Thanks big mouth." Alex says storming away.

"Where my uncle at? Better yet my gossiping mama."

I chuckle. "Rollie stop. The father doesn't know."

"Which father?" Rollie laughs. "Thank you, Universal! Karma, Bae."

"Fuck you." Alex yells.

Rollie laughs. "Yeah."