#thank you for all the beautiful things you've given us

[littlelovelunette]

sevika and reader with babies/children?

through the power of the hexstrap (or adoption) sevika and reader have kids and fluff ensues

thank you🫶

Sevika's Little One (2)

Even though the childbirth wasn't exactly thought through and planned, you and Sevika still vowed to love her every step of the way no matter how hard life got.

You were in the delivery room, panting heavily after you'd given birth.

You felt a little light headed due to the loss of blood but the thought of holding your baby girl was enough for you to fight to stay awake.

“She's a beautiful, healthy girl.” The nurse said and handed her to you. You saw her, the tiny red face all scrunched up trying to adjust to the lighting of the hospital room, fists clenched tight in the towel she was in.

“O-oh, hi…” you said weakly, “She's so… she's so beautiful.” You said, trying not to sob in happiness but you couldn't help it.

Sevika was next to you, even though she had tears in her eyes although she refused to acknowledge it.

“What do you want to name her?” Sevika asked, her voice a little shaky, as you passed her to Sevika's arms.

She was careful, holding her in such a way that her flesh arm was in contact with her little bundled up body, instead of her mechanical arm. “She looks like me.” Sevika said, voice weak as she watched the little baby in her arms intently.

“Heather.” You suddenly said, “Let's name her Heather.”

Sevika, not really paying attention, because she was still locked in her baby's trance, took a minute to respond. “Heather… it's soft. Like her.”

“Mhm, that's why it's perfect.” You said with a little giggle. Heather, it would be. Your daughter's name.

A symbol that you and Sevika were a married couple, a little sign of your love for each other.

Sevika was extremely careful with the child and although her one hand was big enough to hold the baby without having to use her mechanical hand, she still preferred the baby stayed in your arms.

It was a little sad, Sevika thought her own baby wasn't safe in her arms but slowly the tension began to loosen and one day, when you woke up, Heather wasn't in her crib.

You were instantly in a panic but then you saw it— Sevika walking around with Heather in her arms, holding the baby up, showing her around the house and introducing her to everything with a baby voice you've never heard before from Sevika's mouth.

“And this is the kitchen, where I'm gonna be cooking for a while.” Sevika said to Heather who's big grey eyes were gazing around curiously, “Because mama needs rest, mhm?”

You leaned against the doorway, watching her bond with Heather. “You cooking, hmmm? Well, I guess I can expect to be poisoned first thing in the morning then.” You joked.

Sevika rolled her eyes, “I cook just fine.” Sevika held Heather close to herself, “Look at her.” She said holding the baby side by side to her own face, “She looks like a complete copy of mine!” There was more shock than awe in her voice that made you laugh.

“I think it's evident.” You walked upto the pair of them, taking Heather in your arms, “But she has my lips.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Yeah, they're not asymmetrical.” You said as you held the baby up, smiling at the little face that seemed so shocked to be there. “I wonder what her first words will be.”

“When's her feeding time?” Sevika asked.

“In an hour.” You replied, sitting down at the dining chair, cradling Heather.

“Want breakfast?” Sevika asked and you nodded, “Only if you wear the apron.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please? For Heather?”

Sevika huffed a sigh, picking the pink frilly apron from the counter and wearing it silently. You had to choke back a laugh at the sight. The big mighty Sevika dressed in a frilly pink apron was a sight to behold.

“Look, Heather!” You said and pointed to Sevika. Heather's big eyes looked around and locked on Sevika's face, a very toothless grin appearing on her lips.

“Oh, she's a gremlin.” Sevika said in an uninterested voice as she prepared the batter to make you some pancakes.

“You weren't saying that back when I gave birth.” You muttered before looking at Heather who was outstretching her small hand up as if wanting to go to Sevika. “Looks like Heather already has a favourite parent.” You laughed and got up, walking to where Sevika was, with Heather in your arms.

Sevika glanced up, smirking slightly. “Oh yeah?”

After breakfast and feeding Heather, you were already tired for the day. Sevika was fawning over Heather as per the usual, dolling her up and saying the same thing every now and then, “I can't believe she's our daughter.”

“Sevika?” You called and she hummed looking up.

“She looks exactly like you, save for the lips, right?”

“Mhm…?”

“You were this cute as a kid? Awwww!”

Sevika flushed a dark shade of red, using Heather's body to hide her face. “I hate you.” She mumbled against Heather's back making Heather give another wide not so toothy grin. They were all you needed.

[hellsslibrary]

Sorry, I love your content...

Could you write headcanons about Chigiri sending Dom!male!reader nude pictures that he? I can imagine it working up to them screwing everytime~

The most beautiful photos are taken with love... Or lust. But with obviously good thoughts in mind.

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : YES. He is such a model, I swear. Have you ever seen an ugly Chigiri? That's right, you wouldn't even dream of such a thing in your nightmares.

!!Warnings: top!dom!male!reader (although everyone can read, the reader just has a boner, but the reader has no pronouns and no interactions with the boner either, Lol), sub!bratty!Chigiri, photo description mentioning sex toys and various clothes, mentioning video and voice messages (erotic), Chigiri the devil in the flesh, otherwise everything is cool.

What can I say? He would.

I think he generally likes to take pictures. It doesn't matter what. Landscapes, other people, animals on the street, you, some random stuff... And himself, of course.

Most of them are just photos with some new hairstyle that he invented himself or looked on the Internet. Or maybe in some clothes that he found attractive. But he has one folder in his phone that is closed...

There are some personal photos in this folder, of course. Starting from any ordinary topless photos, ending with the ones that he definitely would not want anyone else to see.

It's just a photo of him standing naked in front of a mirror. Some erotic photos in your clothes. A photo where he hides behind something so as not to show the sweetest. Maybe some photos with sex toys inside him, on him, in his hands... Or maybe there are pictures in slightly feminine clothes that he would never have worn if you hadn't literally given him one of them one day, and then another and another.

And fuck, he's good. Divinely good. He could have been a model and a photographer all rolled into one, and he would have succeeded. The light falls perfectly on each of his photos, he stands in just the perfect pose, and everything else looks perfect too, even if he didn't really think about it.

He just can't turn out badly in the photo. And he uses it brazenly.

And he sends these photos to you at any moment, which is why you've learned to always look at photos from Chigiri while hiding your phone screen, buddy.

Chigiri would absolutely not be shy about any of your reactions, really. It doesn't matter if you would have reacted embarrassingly, joyfully, or completely depraved. The main thing is that you like it.

He would even tease you.

He would send you some photos, like these arts "take off his pants/shirt/etc" on Twitter for likes. Maybe he would send you a video where he would make sure that his hands were moving over your favorite places on his body... If he's feeling too teasing today, he might even send you a voicemail.

There won't be anything too surprising or completely enticing about this voicemail. He just knows exactly what words to use and how. And if you don't have a boner from the photo? Definitely from his whisper. (This man can even whisper a advanced mathematical analysis to me, I'll just thank him)

And he won't finish until he's sure you're horny and at least a little desperate wherever you are. Until he is convinced that you will come and see with your own eyes what he looks like and what he does.

Well, the only exception is if you are in another country or city, but there are video calls, of course.

But it always leads to sex. Now that these images are literally imprinted in your brain, you just can't come alone, no matter how much you want to. It won't be what you want.

And not what he wants.

So he always acts innocent when you visit him, even if he sees an overly obvious boner in your pants.

And he continues to behave innocently every fucking time, as if he doesn't realize that such photos turn you on to hell. It was like he was sending a selfie, not a photo of his ass in the mirror.

And he definitely likes that you get more impatient with it. Maybe even more so, depending on your character. It doesn't matter if he likes that some of your traits stand out more and more.

I think he likes slower sex, but at times like this? He just wants you to fuck him to death for all the photos and everything else he could send you. And he will still tease you until you have no strength left or he has...

After the act, you hear a quiet "I won't do it again" while he yawns and settles on your chest after a shower. But really? This will happen again in about a week, a maximum of a month.

I want him to sit on my face ☹️ WHO SAID THIS.

[geopsych]

Today is Earth Day so here is my annual post. It's long but I mean it with all my heart. (And thank you to everyone who has participated even a little in the Treasure Hunts whether you posted about it or not.)

Everything we are, everything we own, everything that makes up our family, our lovers, our pets, our houses, ships at sea, planes in the air, shopping centers, factories, cities, computers, and, of course, all of the diversity and glory of nature, comes from the Earth. We have Earth Day, when we talk about problems with the Earth and try to fix them, but it's time for us to celebrate the beauty, glory, and nurturing of the Earth and show our thanks for this source of everything.

Let's celebrate the time between Earth Day and the day the U.S. celebrates as Mothers Day as Mother Earth Season, a time to look at, appreciate, and celebrate everything wonderful and amazing about the earth and the living things on it.

Find wonderful things in nature and show them to other people. Take an older person out of the nursing home for a picnic or a drive through the woods. Tell children stories of remarkable and beautiful places, animals, plants, or events in nature that you saw before they were born. Give nature parties, play nature-related music, dance, paint pictures, write poems, share photographs about nature and, most of all, take walks. Get up early to see the sunrise light on everything and take pictures, or not, find out when and where to see the Pleiades rise and set. Look at the landscape from hills, take paths along streams and into glens. Sit in a beautiful place with someone you love or sit and remember deeply someone you loved. Take it all in and share it with others!

Most of all, take time to feel happy to be alive on this beautiful earth and let yourself feel wonder.

Feel the joy of being on this living planet. Tell the Earth how amazing she is and that you're glad she's given you this time here. If these were your last days, what would you want to say to this, your home and source that gave you everything you've ever known, including your self? As Mister Eckhart said, "If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough."

And as Rumi is quoted, "Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

[moonstruckme]

hiiiii mae. I was re-reading thawing out and I'm curious if you've ever considered writing about Sirius & reader getting Remus back out on the ice again? I feel like it has real cute and fluffy potential. love all that you do! <3

Thank you for requesting! I've been looking forward to this milestone for them for so long :')

Read the Thawing Out series here

cw: modern au, chronic pain references, some anxiety caused by traumatic events

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

It was your idea to do this outside of the rink. You notice things that Sirius doesn’t, and you’d noticed that as much as Remus feels at home with the boards and the bleachers and hum of the Zamboni, they intimidate him too. So, you’re taking advantage of a cold Saturday to utilize the outdoors. 

Sirius frowns, spinning an idle circle on his blade. “This ice is shit.” 

“You’re just spoiled,” you counter, still lacing up your skates with Remus. You’ve slowed your pace to match him, whereas Sirius had laced up quick as always and gone out into the small rink without a second thought. Another way you’re simply better than him. 

To his credit, Remus doesn’t seem to be stalling. He tried talking you both out of this on a couple of occasions, saying that it wasn’t worth your time, you were giving it more importance than it was due, etc., but now that he’s here he simply seems to be taking a methodical pace. Preparing himself. Sirius can grant him this, considering he hasn’t had skates on his feet since his injury nearly three years ago. 

“Would you call a swimmer picky for wanting a properly chlorinated pool?” 

“Yes.” 

Remus glances over at you, that particular smile he reserves for your obstinance gracing his lips. Sirius’ heart melts a little. 

“Then fine. I’m picky. Just be careful, both of you. I’m telling you, this ice is truly—” 

“I know how to skate on unsmoothed ice.” You cut him off with a look. There’s fondness buried beneath it, and Sirius narrows his eyes back playfully as you knot your laces and stand up. “So does Remus.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Remus jokes. He stands with you, though, letting you onto the ice first. 

Sirius can see the hesitance in your boyfriend now. That bit of nervousness Remus is trying to ignore. The awareness of it balls up tight and uncomfortable in his chest. 

“Awe,” Sirius croons with overdone patronage, skating to a stop a few feet away from the entrance, “are we not sure? We’ll do it like with the littles then, darling.” He bends and pats his knees, making a show of it. “Come on, come to me.” 

Remus snorts and sets one foot on the ice. “Piss off.” 

That one foot is all it takes. Remus pushes off with practiced ease, gliding into the rink. Sirius beams. 

You look equally as awestruck, your eyes so brimming with love and joy they almost hurt to look at. 

“Well, would you look at that,” Sirius says, “he does know how to skate on shit ice. Give us a spin, handsome.” 

“I’m not your show pony,” Remus says, but spins nonetheless. It’s simple, and yet so incredibly graceful. So obviously second nature. 

“Remus.” You seem to have given up any hope of trying to play it cool, your voice shining with barely repressed glee. “That was so perfect.” 

Remus is doing a similarly poor job of repressing his own smile, though he only tsks. “If either of you did a spin like that, I’d make you redo it three times and then add a jump so you didn’t embarrass yourselves.” 

Sirius crosses his arms, nodding. “Go on, then.” 

It’s clear that Remus is happy to do it. He’s cautious for a while, testing his own limits as he adds complexities and small jumps and tries out different variations. Ordinarily Sirius might worry for his hip, but Remus has been especially diligent in his stretching in preparation for just this; and whenever he seemed inclined to skip it, you or Sirius were there to pester him (lovingly, of course).

Sirius’ heart swells to the point of bursting at how beautiful Remus looks. His posture shifts to accommodate the new range of movement, his arms coming out almost unconsciously, with a dancer’s grace. Sirius is well used to the symphony of skates on ice, but Remus’ have their own melody, their own beat and cadence. Even his face changes, the tension fading from his expression until it’s at once relaxed and utterly present. Remus was made for this. 

You and Sirius don’t do anything but watch, rapt. After a while, Remus seems to get sick of his audience, coming to a reluctant stop. His cheeks are pink from the cold and exertion—Sirius wants to cover them with both hands and kiss him dizzy—but Remus’ expression shifts when he looks at you. 

He lets out a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Sweetheart…?” 

Sirius turns, and your lips are pressed together, your eyes bright. “Sorry,” you say, giving a wobbly smile, “you’re just—Remus, you’re so lovely.” 

“Oh, you sop.” Sirius curls an arm around you, kissing your head. “Stop that.” 

“I’m sorry.” You laugh at yourself. Swipe away a tear that manages to escape. 

Sirius tuts. “Look what you’ve done,” he says to Remus, who appears caught between shock and fondness, his mouth hanging slightly open. “She’s completely right, you know. You’re too lovely; it’s torment for us both.” 

“You…” Remus shakes his head. He’s delightfully flushed now, nearly to the tips of his ears. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my idea to do this, though.” 

“No, but you sure do seem to be enjoying yourself now, don’t you? Come here.” 

To his surprise, Remus actually comes. Sirius is elated; rarely does he get to be this demanding with such gratifying results. 

He lets you go to take both of Remus' pink, hot cheeks in his hands, and plants a firm kiss on his lips. 

“Thank you,” he says, grinning. “Now, stop our poor girl’s crying by skating with her, please.” 

It’s not done before several kisses, but soon you and Remus are in the center of the rink, twining around each other like snowflakes in the wind. You and Sirius take turns teaching Remus the sorts of lifts and jumps he wouldn’t have learned in his solo career. Sirius can’t decide which he likes best; the up-close view of Remus’ face as the world whirls around them and Remus’ hand folds warmly around his, or getting to admire the two of you from the edge of the rink. He thinks more practice will be necessary to determine this. Much, much more practice. 

Sirius’ nose is near frozen by the time you decide to call it a day. Remus teases Sirius for his pinkened cheeks as though he’s not exactly the same, and you insist on buying hot chocolates for all three of you on the way home as though they’re going to let you. You walk out of the park with breaths puffing cold in front of you, three skating bags hanging from your shoulders.

[spiderb00]

I'm live - Sophia Laforteza

Sophia Laforteza X reader 

Synopsis: Being a streamer is fun, even more fun if your girlfriend shows up by surprise on your live. 

Genre: Fluff 

a/n: I had this idea while I was watching Tinakitten's live on Twitch, I love her, she's my favorite streamer 

English is not my first language so maybe I messed up a little and blablabla. <3 

Streaming on Twitch has always been very relaxing for me, just playing and connecting with people felt very enjoyable. I never imagined how big this would all become, when I started it was just for fun and now I have just over two thousand people watching me every time I turn on the camera. All of this has given me amazing experiences, including meeting my beautiful girlfriend, Sophia Laforteza.   

I met Sophia at a concert, specifically backstage at Olivia Rodrigo's concert, we talked a little and discovered many things in common. After a lot of talking we ended up exchanging phone numbers, going on dates, and before I knew it I was acting like a teenager with they first crush. 

At first we were very afraid that it wouldn't work. Sophia has tight schedules and seems to be everywhere all the time, but we quickly managed to unite our schedules and make everything fit perfectly 

We hadn't made our relationship public yet, so no one knew we were dating, except of course, our families and the Katz's. What happens is that a few days ago my chat noticed that there was a female voice speaking a little loudly in the middle of the live, which earned me several spams and donations where people asked who was with me at home and why I didn't show them on the live, given that all my friends had already appeared on camera at some point. 

Even though I said it was just a friend and trying my best to shift the focus to something else, my chat didn't seem to be very convinced, they were always making jokes about the "mysterious girl" in my kitchen, like at this very moment.  

"Chat, can't you just forget about it?" I said as I leaned back in my chair, resting my arms above my head to be more comfortable as I waited for all my friends to join the strange game that Foolish forced us to play. 

"What are you talking about dummy?" Tina, my friend, said when she heard me grumble about the chat.  

"The chat just being mean to me!" I said while making a sad voice, only to break laughing at the comments.   

Superglue2000 - We're Not Being Mean, We're Snooping 😊  

Bealovesyn – I'm trying to know who my wife is cheating on me with!!!

Cowboybibi – why did we never consider that it could be the voice of Tina? Yn and her seem very close... :/   

"Chat, what? Why are they putting Tina in this?" I said while laughing nervously.   

"Uh? Putting myself in what?" Tina said, her voice confused, she also seemed nervous about the situation. Tina and I are friends, neither of us wants things to get weird because of some speculation.   

"Guys, stop spamming Tina. She's never been in my kitchen." I said laughing, trying to give off an air of confidence, but I honestly think I was failing miserably.   

"Oh, that's crazy." Tina said laughing, I think she had already understood what was going on, she knew she wasn't involved in anything, so she had no reason to be afraid. 

Before I could say anything else, the door to my studio was opened, and there she was, in all her glory, my beautiful girlfriend, Sophia Laforteza.   

"Hey baby, I just arrived, I bought pizza on the way, do you want me to bring it to you?"  

Completely paralyzed, that's how I was. Without arguments and without knowing how to elaborate a word if you want. My only reaction was to whisper; 

"Baby, I'm live!"   

"I know beautiful, that's why I came here to ask if you want to eat, you've been there for a long time." Now, listen to me, despite the friendly tone, I know my Sophia, okay, I know my girl, and something's not right.  

"So yes, that's fine, thanks for asking."  

For the first time I had the courage to look at the chat.   

Spidermanmasc – Bro, you literally got a girlfriend, you dumped the losing nerds 

Cutekate – OMG, YOU REALLY HAVE SOMEONE! SHOW HER ON CAMERA!!  

Superglue2000 - Don't be shy miss, come and say hello...   

Eyekonswinning – this sounds crazy, but it sounds a lot like Sophia's voice??? 

"Well, now they're asking you to say hello..."  

Before I could complete my sentence and tell her that she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to, Sophia was already on my lap, appearing gracefully in the camera frame.   

"Hi guys, my name is Sophia, I'm Yn's girlfriend." The smile on her face seemed immense, I was completely paralyzed.   

Macaronechease – OMG, SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!  

Eyekonswinning – WHAT??? I KNEW THE VOICE WAS SIMILAR, BUT WHAT'S IT???? (You guys are very cute btw.)  

Superglue2000 – Your girlfriend is simply the leader of Katseye???

Spidermanmasc – like, and I say HOW DID YOU PULL THIS GIRL??? 

"Hey, what are you saying? I know my girlfriend is amazing, but you don't have to humiliate me." I said smiling. As unusual as all of this was, I was very happy with the positive comments.  

"Well, how about I go get the pizza and come see you play?" Sophia said as she looked at me, giving a quick kiss on my cheek before getting up and heading towards the kitchen.   

"Well... That was epic." Tina spoke, for a minute I forgot I was on the call.   

"Dude, how did you pull her???" It's literally the first sentence Foolish said on live.   

"Dude, shut up and let's play." 

After the live is over, Sophia and I are on the couch, relaxing.   

"So I love that we're public now, but I have to ask. Why did you decide to do this so unexpectedly?"  

"Because I love you, and I want everyone to know it..." She said as she gave me a long kiss.  

"And you're mine, no one will ship you with anyone other than me." she says grabbing my face with those huge nails.   

This woman is the death of me. 

[dxrlingluv]

The Sea God

Pt. 2

A/N : I LOVE this request sooo much that I didn’t even noticed the length it has gone to. Uhhh have fun :3 Also if anyone wants a part two just comment! Poseidon art is from neil_illustrator! Thank you so much for requesting this ♒️🤍🤍.

WARNING : GN!Mortal!Modern!Reader, Poseidon is scary, Hermes lowkey became a babysitter, mentions of trauma, kidnapping, and violence. Not proofread.

Word Count : 3.8k

The world, in Y/N's experience, was varying shades of grey. Trust was a fragile commodity, easily shattered, and belief in anything beyond the tangible, the provable? That was a luxury Y/N couldn't afford. Past hurts had built walls around their heart, high and thick, but those walls had crumbled slightly for one person: Persephone.

They'd met Kore – as she'd introduced herself – in a quiet city park Y/N frequented to escape the noise. She had an aura of bewildered innocence mixed with a surprising depth. Y/N, usually wary, found themselves drawn to her gentle nature. They became unlikely friends, Y/N sharing cynical observations about the world, and Persephone offering surprisingly wise, sometimes oddly archaic, advice.

One late afternoon, strolling through a less savory part of town after visiting a small art gallery Persephone had wanted to see, trouble found them. A group of rough-looking men cornered them, leering at Persephone's otherworldly beauty.

"Well, well, what have we got here?" the leader sneered, stepping closer. "Lost, little flower?"

Persephone shrank back, her eyes wide. "Please, just let us pass."

"Oh, we'll let you pass," another chuckled darkly, reaching for her arm.

Something inside Y/N snapped. The low-simmering trauma, the ingrained need to protect the few good things left, ignited into cold fury. Before anyone could react, Y/N stepped directly between Persephone and the men.

"Touch her," Y/N's voice was dangerously low, devoid of its usual cautious tone, "and you'll lose your hand. Maybe more."

The leader scoffed. "Big words from... well, whatever you are. Get out of the way."

"No." Y/N didn't move, didn't even flinch as the man took another step. "You heard me. Back. Off. Now." There was a chilling certainty in their voice that made even the hardened thugs pause. When one tried to shove past, Y/N moved with unexpected speed, grabbing his wrist and twisting hard. A sickening crack echoed in the alley, followed by a howl of pain.

"I WARNED YOU!" Y/N yelled, eyes blazing with a ferocity that stunned everyone, including Persephone. The other men, seeing their companion clutching a broken arm and the sheer protective rage radiating from Y/N, scrambled away, dragging their injured friend with them.

Y/N stood trembling, the adrenaline slowly fading, leaving them shaky. Persephone gently touched their arm. "Y/N... you were incredible. Thank you."

"No one," Y/N said, voice still tight, "messes with you."

Persephone, back in the Underworld and occasionally visiting Olympus, couldn't stop talking about Y/N.

"—and then they just snapped his wrist! Like a dry twig!" she recounted excitedly to Hermes, who was lounging nearby. "Their eyes went completely cold, but fierce! You should have seen it, Hermes! Utterly devoted, absolutely fearless when protecting someone they care about."

"Another tale of the mighty mortal Y/N?" Hermes drawled, polishing his caduceus. "Honestly, Seph, you've told this story, or variations thereof, to nearly everyone. Father Zeus is intrigued, Aunt Hera is suspicious, Ares thinks they sound amusingly violent, and Uncle Poseidon... well, he just raised an eyebrow, which is high praise, I suppose."

"But they are amazing!" Persephone insisted. "So strong, so loyal, even though they don't believe in anything! They think we're all just stories!"

"Which, perhaps," came a deep voice. Hades emerged from the shadows, putting an arm around his wife. "Makes their loyalty even more potent. It is given freely, without hope of divine reward or fear of divine punishment." He looked thoughtful. "The others grow restless with your tales, my dear. Some are annoyed, some... deeply curious."

Y/N's next conscious thought was one of intense disorientation. The hard concrete of their apartment floor was replaced by... clouds? No, impossibly smooth, cool marble that seemed to gleam with internal light. Groggily, they pushed themselves up, head pounding. They weren't in their apartment. They weren't anywhere they recognized. Towering pillars soared towards a golden sky, intricate carvings depicting scenes Y/N's skeptical mind immediately dismissed as myth.

Panic began to set in. Kidnapped? Drugged? This was far too elaborate.

"Ah, you're awake! Excellent." A cheerful voice broke the silence.

Y/N spun around, instinctively falling into a defensive crouch. Standing there was a young man with winged sandals and a mischievous grin, leaning casually on a staff entwined with serpents.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I?" Y/N demanded, voice raspy. Their eyes darted around, assessing potential exits or weapons. Nothing but ridiculously ornate architecture.

"Temper, temper," the winged man tutted. "Relax! You're on Olympus. Big O? Home of the Gods? Ring any bells?" He gestured expansively. "I'm Hermes, by the way. Messenger, guide, currently assigned babysitter, apparently."

"Olympus," Y/N repeated flatly, disbelief warring with the impossible reality around them. "Right. And I suppose Zeus is about to pop out and zap me with a lightning bolt for jaywalking?" Sarcasm dripped from every word. This had to be a hallucination, a very weird dream.

"Well, Zeus is around, but lightning bolts are usually reserved for more serious offenses," Hermes chuckled. "Honestly, you're here because Persephone wouldn't stop singing your praises. Someone decided the best way to satisfy divine curiosity—or perhaps annoyance—was to just... bring you here."

"Bring me here? You mean kidnap me?" Y/N straightened up, fists clenching. The fear was being rapidly replaced by anger. "You can't just abduct people!"

"Technically," a new voice interjected, deep and resonant like the ocean depths, "we can do pretty much whatever we want."

Y/N turned. Leaning against a massive pillar, observing them with an unnerving calmness, was a man who radiated power. He had sea-green eyes that seemed to hold ancient storms, dark hair, and carried a large, ornate trident as casually as one might carry an umbrella. The air around him felt heavy, charged.

Y/N's skeptical mind screamed delusion, but the sheer presence of the man was undeniable. Still, defenses shot up higher than ever.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Y/N challenged, crossing their arms, trying to project confidence they didn't feel. "King Triton?"

Hermes winced slightly. "Uh, darling, maybe dial back the snark? This is—"

The man pushed off the pillar, taking a slow step towards them. He wasn't smiling. "I am Poseidon." He stated it simply, as if announcing the tide's turn. "God of the Seas, Earthquakes, Storms, Horses." He paused, his sea-green eyes fixed on Y/N. "And I believe you are the human Persephone finds so... compelling."

Despite the impossible situation, Y/N's ingrained skepticism and defiance kicked in. "Look, 'Poseidon'," Y/N said, making air quotes with their fingers, "and 'Hermes'," they gestured sharply at the winged messenger, "I don't know what kind of elaborate prank this is, or if I'm having a psychotic break, but I want to go home. Now. I don't believe in gods, I don't belong on... on 'Olympus'," the name felt ridiculous on their tongue, "and I certainly didn't ask to be abducted!"

Poseidon merely raised an eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible hint of amusement – or perhaps irritation – flickering in his ancient eyes. Hermes sighed dramatically.

"Oh dear," Hermes muttered, glancing between the fiercely defiant mortal and the immensely powerful sea god. "This is going to be even more complicated than I thought."

Y/N met Poseidon's gaze head-on, refusing to back down even as a primal part of their brain screamed about the danger. This was not how they expected their day to go, and they weren't about to be cowed, god or no god. "So, are you going to send me back, or do I have to find my own way off this ridiculous cloud?"

Poseidon's sea-green eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly at Y/N's defiant question and dismissive tone. The air, already feeling strangely charged to Y/N, grew heavier, thick with the scent of brine and ozone, like the air before a massive storm breaks over the ocean. It wasn't an overt threat, but it was a palpable shift in the atmosphere, a silent assertion of power.

"Find your own way?" Poseidon's voice was deceptively calm, yet it vibrated with an underlying power that seemed to echo off the impossibly high ceilings. "Mortal, you are on Olympus. There is no 'finding your way' off, unless we permit it. Even he," Poseidon flicked a glance towards Hermes, "cannot simply ferry souls from here without sanction."

Hermes nervously adjusted the strap of his messenger bag. "He's not wrong, darling. Bit of a one-way street for mortals, unless you get the official divine taxi service, which, ah, usually requires not insulting the management." He offered a weak smile. "Look, I get it. It's a lot. One minute you're probably, I don't know, microwaving leftover pizza, the next, bam! Hall of the Gods. But this isn't a prank."

"Isn't it?" Y/N shot back, turning their glare on Hermes. "Because kidnapping someone, dragging them to... to Cloud Cuckoo Land, and expecting them to just accept that guys with tridents and winged shoes are real? That sounds exactly like some twisted, elaborate prank." They turned back to Poseidon, refusing to be intimidated by the atmospheric pressure. "Or a hallucination brought on by bad plumbing fumes."

Poseidon took another step closer. He was taller than Y/N had first realized, built solid like a sea wall that had withstood millennia of crashing waves. He stopped barely an arm's length away, forcing Y/N to crane their neck slightly to maintain eye contact.

"You speak of belief," Poseidon said, his voice lower now, more intimate but no less powerful. "You stand before proof, yet you cling to disbelief like a shipwrecked sailor to driftwood. Is it bravery? Or merely stubborn foolishness?"

"It's called rationality," Y/N retorted, trying to ignore the way their heart hammered against their ribs. The sheer presence of this man... being... was overwhelming, but admitting that felt like surrender. "Show me something I can't explain away as a trick. Go on. Turn that fancy fork into a fish. Make it rain indoors. Do something other than loom and talk cryptically."

A flicker of something – annoyance, perhaps – crossed Poseidon's features. Hermes quickly stepped forward, placing a hand lightly on Y/N's shoulder. "Whoa there, sparky! Let's not go goading the Lord of the Seas into redecorating. Trust me, the cleanup is a nightmare."

Y/N shrugged off Hermes' hand, fueled by a mixture of terror and indignation. "Why not? If he's who he says he is, it should be easy, right? Unless you're both just part of some elaborate stage play." Deciding direct action was better than standing here arguing with delusions, Y/N tried to push past Poseidon, aiming for the vast archway behind him. "I'm leaving."

It was like running into solid rock. Y/N stumbled back, their shoulder aching from the impact. Poseidon hadn't moved a muscle, hadn't even seemed to brace himself. He just stood there, immovable, ancient power contained within a deceptively humanoid form.

Y/N stared, momentarily stunned. No human could be that dense, that immovable. The air still crackled. The scent of the sea was stronger now. Doubt, cold and unwelcome, began to seep through the cracks in their skepticism.

Poseidon looked down at them, his expression unreadable. "Leave?" he echoed, the word rumbling like distant thunder. "You mortals are always in such a rush. Rushing towards your brief lives, rushing towards your inevitable ends." He tilted his head slightly. "Persephone spoke of your loyalty. Your ferocity in defense of her. She failed to mention your... startling lack of self-preservation."

"Maybe I just don't like being kidnapped and patronized by mythological figures!" Y/N snapped, rubbing their shoulder, defiance flaring back up to mask the dawning, terrifying possibility that this was real.

"Enough," Poseidon stated. The word wasn't loud, but it cut through the air, silencing even Hermes' next attempt at placation. "You were brought here because your actions, your nature, intrigued beings far older and more powerful than you can comprehend. Whether you believe is irrelevant. You *are* here." He gestured slightly with his trident, not menacingly, but as an indication. "Hermes will see you settled somewhere less... public. We," he paused, his sea-green eyes locking with Y/N's again, "will speak later. When you have perhaps grasped the reality of your situation."

Hermes cleared his throat. "Right then! V.I.P. suite – well, okay, maybe more like 'confused mortal containment room, Olympian edition' – this way, darling! Try not to insult any more major deities on the way, please? My nerves can't take it." He gave a hesitant nudge. "Come on."

Y/N hesitated, glancing from the now impassive face of Poseidon back to Hermes' expectant one. Every instinct screamed to run, to fight, to deny. But the immovable presence of the Sea God, the sheer impossibility of the place... it was starting to wear them down. With a frustrated sigh that felt utterly inadequate for the situation, Y/N took a tentative step to follow Hermes, casting one last wary, resentful look back at the god who claimed dominion over the oceans. This was far from over.

Following Hermes felt surreal. Y/N walked with stiff posture, acutely aware of the towering presence of Poseidon fading behind them, though the lingering scent of salt and storm seemed to cling to the air. Every instinct still screamed trap, delusion, dream, but the throbbing ache in their shoulder where they'd collided with the unyielding god was a stubbornly physical counterargument.

Hermes led them away from the grand hall, down corridors that defied Euclidean geometry. Archways opened onto balconies overlooking landscapes that shifted like oil on water – one moment a nebula swirled below, the next a sun-drenched Grecian coastline impossibly far beneath them. Pillars carved with glowing runes pulsed softly, and occasionally, shimmering figures would glide past, offering Hermes casual nods before disappearing through solid walls.

"Try not to stare too much," Hermes advised cheerfully, noticing Y/N's wide eyes despite their attempt at a nonchalant facade. "Some folks around here are a bit shy. Others... well, others might take staring as an invitation, and trust me, you're not ready for that kind of divine attention yet."

Y/N swallowed hard, tearing their gaze away from a fountain where the water flowed upwards. "Right. Wouldn't want to accidentally challenge Apollo to a staring contest or get turned into a spider by Athena for looking sideways," they muttered, the sarcasm less biting now, edged with a dawning unease.

Hermes laughed. "Something like that! See? You're learning! Though Athena's more likely to challenge you to a quiz bowl first. Arachne was kind of a special case." He winked. "So, questions? Concerns? Burning desire to know where the bathrooms are? Because divine plumbing is a marvel, truly."

"I have a million questions," Y/N admitted, the words feeling heavy. "Like, why me? Why drag me up here over some hearsay from Persephone? And how are you planning on sending me back?"

"Okay, easy ones first," Hermes said, ticking points off on his fingers. "Why you? Because Persephone's assessment – fierce, loyal, protective, surprisingly strong mortal – piqued interest. Gods get bored, Y/N. Novelty is appealing. Plus, your whole 'I don't believe in you' schtick? Downright fascinating to beings who've been worshipped, feared, and mythologized for millennia."

He conveniently skipped the 'how to send you back' part and gestured towards an ornate door inlaid with mother-of-pearl. "As for why drag you up? Efficiency, mostly. Easier than arranging godly field trips down to... what was it? Your little grey box apartment?"

Y/N bristled at the description but didn't argue. The sheer absurdity, mingled with the undeniable reality surrounding them, was short-circuiting their usual argumentative responses.

Hermes pushed the door open. "And voilà! Your temporary accommodations. Olympian standard, mortal-compatible."

The room wasn't a cell, much to Y/N's surprise. It was spacious and airy, furnished with plush couches and strange, beautiful objects that seemed to hum with low energy. One wall was entirely absent, replaced by a shimmering barrier that looked out onto a swirling vortex of stars. There was no bed, just a large, inviting nest of impossibly soft-looking cushions in the center.

"Comfy, right?" Hermes beamed. "Nectar dispenser over there – careful, small doses only for mortals, seriously. Ambrosia is probably off-limits, sorry. Wardrobe should auto-tailor anything you need. And the... uh... facilities are through that archway." He pointed. "Self-cleaning, naturally."

Y/N walked slowly into the center of the room, running a hand over the strange, cool fabric of a cushion. They looked out at the starscape. It was terrifyingly beautiful. "So I'm just... supposed to stay here?"

"For now," Hermes confirmed, his tone becoming slightly more serious. He leaned against the doorframe. "Look, Y/N. You made quite the first impression. Standing up to Poseidon like that? Mortals usually dissolve into puddles of terror. Or try to offer sacrifices. Your approach was... different."

"He's just a person," Y/N said, but the words lacked conviction even to their own ears now. That immovable presence...

"No," Hermes corrected gently but firmly. "He's not. None of us are just 'people.' Remember that. Especially with him. Poseidon's moods are tied to the oceans – vast, deep, capable of tranquil beauty and catastrophic destruction. He was intrigued by your defiance, I think. Don't mistake that intrigue for softness." He pushed off the doorframe. "Try to... adjust. Get some rest if you can. Someone will be by eventually. Probably."

"Probably?" Y/N echoed, alarm flaring up again.

"Olympus time is flexible!" Hermes said with a wave. "Could be an hour, could be a day. Just... try not to break anything expensive. Or yourself." And with a final, blindingly fast smile, he zipped out, the ornate door clicking shut behind him, leaving Y/N utterly alone in a room that shouldn't exist, in a place that defied all logic, with the chilling weight of Poseidon's final promise hanging in the air: We will speak later.

Y/N sank onto the cushion-nest, the silence of the room pressing in. They stared out at the swirling cosmos beyond the barrier, the ache in their shoulder a dull throb. Skepticism warred with the undeniable evidence of their senses. Kidnapped by actual gods. Gods who were annoyed, or intrigued, by them. And one, the Lord of the Seas himself, intended to speak with them again. A shiver, completely unrelated to the room's temperature, traced its way down Y/N's spine. This wasn't a dream, and it definitely wasn't a prank. It was terrifyingly, impossibly real.

Silence. After Hermes’ rapid departure, the silence in the strange, star-view room was profound. Not the absence of noise Y/N was used to back on Earth, occasionally punctuated by traffic or neighbors, but a deep, humming quiet that felt ancient and vast, like the void outside the shimmering barrier.

Y/N remained huddled on the cushion-nest for what felt like a long time, simply staring out at the wheeling galaxies. The initial shock was slowly, terrifyingly, being replaced by a cold dread mixed with reluctant awe. It was real. The immovable god, the winged messenger, the impossible architecture, this room overlooking space – it was all horrifyingly real.

“Kore– well… Persephone,” Y/N thought, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over them – warmth for their friend, confusion, and a growing ember of resentment. “Did you know they’d do this? Did you tell them stories thinking it would lead to… abduction?” It seemed unlikely; Persephone, despite her strange wisdom, possessed a core of genuine sweetness. She probably thought she was just bragging about her cool, tough human friend. The thought brought little comfort.

Eventually, restlessness overcame the paralysis. Y/N stood up, legs stiff, and began to cautiously explore the room. They approached the shimmering barrier that served as a window. Tentatively, they reached out a hand. It stopped inches away, met by an invisible, yielding force, like pushing against dense water. It wasn't solid, but it was impassable. The starscape beyond seemed close enough to touch, nebulae swirling in colors Y/N had never imagined. Looking down, they saw nothingness – just an infinite, terrifying drop into the cosmos. They quickly stepped back.

Next, the wardrobe. It was just a smooth panel set into the wall. Y/N hesitated, then pressed it. The panel slid silently aside, revealing… nothing. Just an empty space. Confused, Y/N thought, “Clothes?” Instantly, garments materialized on hangers – simple, comfortable tunics and trousers in soft, earthy tones, vaguely Grecian but practical. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Okay, less toga party, more… divine loungewear.” A flicker of their old sarcasm surfaced. They reached out and touched a tunic. The fabric felt impossibly soft, cool against their skin.

Curiosity overriding caution, Y/N approached the nectar dispenser Hermes had pointed out. It looked like a simple, elegant carafe filled with golden liquid. Remembering Hermes’ warning, Y/N poured only a tiny drop onto their fingertip and hesitantly tasted it.

An explosion of flavor unlike anything they’d ever experienced bloomed on their tongue – sunshine, honey, rain on warm earth, a hint of the sea – it was overwhelming, intoxicating, yet vanished in an instant, leaving only a pleasant warmth. No exploding, thankfully. But definitely not normal Earth-juice.

They paced the room, running through the encounters again. Hermes, annoying but seemingly not malicious. And Poseidon… The memory of his sea-green eyes, the sheer weight of his presence, the casual way he’d spoken of mortals rushing towards their ends… Y/N shivered again. He wasn't just powerful; he was ancient. What could a being like that possibly want with them? Intrigue? What did that even mean for a god? Was Y/N just a momentary distraction, like a human might watch an interesting bug before stepping on it?

“He said we’d speak later,” Y/N muttered aloud, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet room. “When I’d grasped the reality.” Well, reality was definitely grasping back now, hard. The question was, what would that conversation entail? Demands? Threats? Tests?

A soft chime echoed through the room, startling Y/N so badly they nearly jumped onto the cushion-nest. It wasn't the door. It sounded like it came from everywhere at once. Was that the signal? Were they coming back?

Y/N’s heart hammered. They instinctively straightened up, trying to gather the remnants of their composure, hands clenching and unclenching at their sides. They faced the door, bracing themselves. Whether it was Hermes with more confusing advice or the formidable Sea God himself, Y/N wasn’t sure which prospect was worse. The waiting, the uncertainty, was agony. The silence stretched again, marked only by the frantic beat of Y/N's own heart against their ribs. Any moment now…

[nex-ture]

5 star Hsr characters' reactions to you getting them a gift for Christmas!

I have 30+ reqs I should be doing instead of this, but I really love hsr and hi3 right now, so we have to cope.

Do yall want a 4 star version?

Fugue is still learning to live her life as a "new person," so when you hand her a box, she is taken aback. She wasn't able to get you anything. Are you sure it's okay if she has this? As she opens it, you can see a small light spark, taking the new and beautiful clothing out slowly and holding them to her body, as a small smile sneaks across her face.

"Thank you Y/N, I'm sure you thought about this greatly."

Christmas is not new to Sunday. It felt more like a penacony tradition than a holiday to him. So when you returned his present with one of your own, he seemed surprised but beyond happy. Opening the gift to see a Robin album that was compatible with the music player of the express, he swears he almost cried.

"I can use this in the train car, right? I'm delighted."

On Acherons home planet, Christmas was not a very popular holiday, but that doesn't mean they didn't gift each other still. Acherons hands slowly open the box you've handed her. A new sword cover for her blade, it's decked in red and white, standing out from her purple and black outfits.

"You put a lot of effort into this, I appreciate that, Y/N."

Argenti has always valued beauty above all else, beauty in looks and personality combined. His gift was nothing less than beautiful, but yours was nothing less of gorgeous. Hair clips, earings, and new sets of jewels, he could've sworn your reflection, made them even more beautiful, however. You must be a dependent of idrila herself.

"These radiate a dazzling glow of beauty, though they could not compare to you or idrila."

Living in his own version of Hell, Aventurine was not used to many christmas customs. Sure, he and his sister celebrated together, but presents were never involved. So he showed genuine shock when you handed him a gift, he had the money now, he could simply get it himself. Yet he was surprised to see the gift was a small drawing of his sister in it.

"Is this...hah, of course, thank you, Y/N."

As the new higher elder among the Vidyadhara, Bailu was jam-packed busy. But she always had time to talk to her favorite sibling! She considered all her friends and family as siblings, and you were no different. She enjoyed every present she was allowed to open on Christmas, but yours was her favorite. Ripping open the paper to see jewelry for her horns and tail. She just might be the prettiest high elder to date.

"WAOHH, NO WAY, Y/N HELP ME PUT IT ON, AND WE CAN SHOW EX HIGH ELDER DAN HENG!"

Black Swan was accustomed to all holidays and walks of life, Christmas happened to be one of her favorites, cause you always went out of your way to get her something sweet. Her hands gratefully took the gift you've given her, a new set of tarot cards? You shouldn't have. She'll have to add them to her collection.

"You must be the sweetest thing to grace me with such a gift, I'll be sure to use them on you later."

Blade is not one for celebration, but if it interests the rest of Stellaron Hunters, he can play along. Opening the last gift to himself as everyone watches. It was a small trinket from the Luofu, a place he is banned from stepping foot on again. Though it may bring back agonizing feelings, it gives him hope that one day, all sins will be purged, and those who deserve it will understand freedom.

"I don't understand your thoughts process, but your gifts are appreciated."

A refugee on the run, like Boothill, spending Christmas with someone else? Likely story. But still, he's glad he gets to spend this day with what little family he has left. Opening the gift to see a new, classic revolver. He's over the moon excited and already showing it off in battle.

"FUDGE YEAH, WE GOTTA GO FOR TEST DRIVE NOW, GORGEOUS."

The new Supreme Guardian, Bronya, seems to be holding a big celebration for the Christmas season, and you're right by her side. Opening her gift to see a collection of items left behind my her deceased mother, Cocolia. Tears fall from her eyes as she thanks you profusely.

"I wish she was still here, even after everything. Thank you for your thought."

Svarog and Clara awaited your appearance for Christmas time. When you come with multiple gifts in your hand, Clara is beyond excited. Opening up her new toys and clothes as she shows each off to Svarog. Thanking you and Santa Claus for such thoughtful gifts.

"Mr Svarog, Santa got me light up shoes! I've seen kids in the overworld wearing things like this!"

"Yes, Saint Nick must have marked you as nice this year."

Dan Heng has always been very to himself for the most part. He isn't one to openly talk about his feelings or the things he likes, but when you gave him a portable data bank, he might just have seen stars. He loved being able to learn more about the world and the things around him, and now he doesn't have to go back to the express just to study the things he likes? Maybe this'll give him a reason to sleep in his actual room for once!

"Thank you, Y/N, I'll be sure to put this to very good use."

With most days spent traveling and figuring out new things in the world, Dr. Ratio is not one for celebration, but he won't reject your wantings to celebrate. When you handed him new electric stationary, he was satisfied. It was something he'd felt the need to replace for a while but never got around to it. It turns out you listen well.

"My sincere appreciation, you'll have to help me later."

Rushing out of her house to meet up with you before a big celebration held on the LuoFu ship. Seeing you as her fave lights up, but what's this in your hand? Alcohol!? You know her so well! You'll definitely be drinking with her tonight. Feixiao cannot wait a second more.

"Is this for me!? Let's invite the other generals over and party!"

Another Stellaron Hunter down for a celebration. Firefly is beyond excited to celebrate the holiday with you. And in the corner of your eye you can see her giggling as Kafka puts the new hair bow you bought her, in her hair. Just cause she's a fighter doesn't mean she can't also look pretty doing it.

"AHH, does it look good? I have to wear it on our next mission"

Fu Xuans' work was busy, but she always foresaw time with you, but she didn't see this gift coming. As she opened it, she saw nothing but letters singing her praises. She giggled and smiled as she read all the sweet words you wrote, saying nothing but kind things about her.

"Do you really mean this? Thank you Y/N, I'll have to step up next year."

Hard working was one word anyone would use to describe Gepard. But that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a break sometimes. Waiting for him at his family house to celebrate with his sisters seems to be the best gift he got this year, but you gifting him his very own helmet, one that stood out from the rest of the guards? He was over the moon excited.

"For me? Are you serious? This is incredible!"

Himeko, navigator of the express, she was stoked to celebrate christmas with the express, her family. So when her gift to you was nothing less of an engagement ring. Tears fell from her eyes. Her biggest dream was to get married, and she was now going to be living out that dream with the only person she wanted to love? This might be the best day of her life.

"What...yes, I will marry you 100 times over and in every universe.."

HuoHuo was used to spending Halloween with tail and the other judges, but when you offered to join, she was over the moon! She opened her gift to see treats for Tail and a sweet treat for her. She felt so bad that you went out of your way to get her something she liked so much, and even something for tail! If you ask Tail, she definitely cried.

"WAHH, THANK YOU SO MUCH Y/N, ME AND TAIL ARE SO GREATFUL."

Christmas was Jades favorite holiday. It was a day of money maming to her and giving gifts to people she needed to show care for. Your gift to her came to a surprise. You went out of your way to buy her something? How cute. It was a new pen collection, but it was still adorable to her, even if it did seem small.

"Thank you, sweetheart, but I'm sure you'll like my gift much more."

A top chef/medic like Jiaoqiu? He might just be the easiest to shop for. All he's wanted were new kitchen gadgets, and that's what you have provided. Even though this is what he asked for, for Christmas, he's still happy that you went out of your way to listen and buy these things. Jiaoqiu might be the luckiest Foxian on any Xianzhou ship.

"New pots and pans? It appears someone had their listening ears on."

General of the LouFu, Jing Yuan, is very excited about the Christmas festival. The ship is hosting, but he is much more excited to celebrate with you. So when you gift him a painting of his long lost and nearly forgotten friends, he knows tears will fall soon. The image of Dan Feng, Yingxing, Baiheng, Jingliu, and Jing Yuan standing tall in their youth brings him sadness and bliss.

"You must tell me where you got this done and how. This is wonderful."

Jingliu, currently banned for the LuoFu for past crimes, she does not have many people to celebrate this day with, but you're more than enough. When you gift her your time and you grace, that seems like more than enough for her. A day to stop moving around the cosmos on the hunt for the Aeon of abundance. Give her the time she needs, for this is one of her only days off in the year.

"I find gifts utterly pointless when I'd much rather spend the day with you."

The Stellaron Hunters celebration continues as Kafka opens up her gift. She's delighted to see new clothes and accessories you and the other hunters chipped in to buy for her. It feels as if she's throwing a whole fashion show the minute she gets her hands on them. She swears Christmas is her favorite holiday because she gets to spend it with you, but you swear it's cause she knows she'll get new clothes.

"This dress is gorgeous, I'm sure you all want to see me in it now, right?"

The cauldron master makes her appearance for this Xianzhou celebration. Hand in hand with you, as you hand Lingsha a gift during the festivities, she's delighted to see a plush bunny keychain. You must be paying close attention to her whenever she works her abundance magic.

"Is this what you got me? You're such a sweetheart."

Luocha, a traveling merchant from worlds far out, traveling around the world makes it very difficult to buy gifts, no? But for him, it must be worth it. As you gifts...pieces of Tayzzyronths, the Aeon of propogations body. He is ecstatic to see he has new parts to add to his collection within the coffin. Jingliu might be over the moon to hear about this, too. This will ensure their victory against the Aeon of Abundance.

"Is this what I think it is? How long have you been hiding such a vital piece from me? Never mind that, this must call for celebrating. Be a dear and call Jingliu for me. We have much to discuss."

Rappa views Christmas as a battle. A battle to who can gift the best gift. Her idea of a gift was to write you a song, and yours? Gifting her new DJ gear. This works out perfectly, maybe now she can play your special song on an even better set up! Wait...don't tell me that means you've won!?

"Hell yeah, Dazzling Ninja, aka Rappa, thanks you for your gift. But know this is not the end!"

Robin always seems to be busy, but she's never too busy for you on Christmas! This is one of her only days off. Please say you'll join her in the dream to celebrate! She ecstatic when she see's your gift to her is a song you wrote yourself. She thinks music is one of the most beautiful things, and the peep hole into a persons heart. You must love her more than she knows.

"You wrote this for me!? Y/N I might cry, this is wonderful!"

Ruan Mei is usually stuck in her lab working on the revival of Aeons, maybe even making herself on Aeon. Though it's always a delight when you visit her, dropping off food and goodies this holiday season. Her smile grows as you stay behind to talk to her and watch her work her Ruan Mei magic. She was never one for big celebrations, but she always loves hanging out with you.

"Thank you for your time this evening. You're always free to come back."

Taking care of the undercity is not an easy job, but Seele manages to get it done with the help of you and Bronya. Hopefully, one day, all their hard work will finally mean something. Until then, a festival held in both the under and over city is so surprise. Seeles praying you'll ask her to go, and when you do, gifting her gold, she thinks she might cry. One day, all this work will amount to everything.

"For me? No, you should keep it for yourself, time's are tough....Thank you, Y/N"

The final Stellaron Hunter on this list and the biggest party thrower, Silver Wolf! It's no surprise her gift is game related, but she still can't help but be excited about all the new things she'd going to play. Bragging to Blade and showing off her toys, even if he doesn't seem to care all that much. She knows his nods and your smile are enough validation.

"NO WAY, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS, JUST HOW WERE YOU ABLE TO GET YOUR HANDS ON IT."

The masked fool Sparkle is not the easiest to shop for...let that be known. It's hard to figure her out, but the one thing you do know is that she loves dolls, bombs, and mischief. Your gift ended up being a plush goldfish that was yellow and red, matching her in a way. She was ecstatic, it reminded her of Vita and her other masked fool accomplices.

"Is this for me? You shouldn't have, Vita and Sampo will be so jealous, heheh."

Topaz and Numby were just as hard to shop for. The only difference seemed to be that Topaz would be grateful for anything you got her. So, getting her a giant plush that looks just like Numby? She was beyond excited. She immediately had to show Numby and send pictures to her work collèges Aventurine and Jade. This day made her feel like she was on cloud 9.

"You got me this!? Is that Numby! Oh my Aeons. THIS IS AMAZING."

Welt is no stranger to the holidays, he used to celebrate every year with his son. Yet he must move on and celebrate with his nee family. You included. He enjoyed all his gifts, but yours was his favorite. Looking around in excitement as he opened the box to see illustrations of his "TV shows". Drawings of how you and the other nameless viewed his own history. It almost brought him to tears.

"This is lovely, can you help me figure out who is who, I'm a little lost on a few."

As a Cloud knight, Yanqing felt a sense of responsibility with this up coming Christmas festival. But that didn't make him want to soend it with you any less. So when he sees that you got him brang knew throwing swords, he cried. Tears streaming down as he hugged you, singing your praises for such a thoughtful gift.

"T-THANK YOU SO MUCH Y/NNNN, YOU'RE SO AMAZING."

Yunli was used to receiving gifts of all kinds, yet she always had to buy herself her favorite thing. Giant swords. So when she saw you carry in a box, almost as tall as you, her face lit up. When you gave her to ok to open it, she almost fell to her knees. It was the most beautiful and biggest sword she'd ever laid her eyes on. And it was all hers! There's no way she could find enough words to thank you for this one.

"THIS IS MINE? I'M GONNA TRAIN TEN TIMES HARDER WITH THIS."

[myeagleexpert]

The Perfect Boyfriend (PT 3)

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖟𝖞 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕

Doppleganger/Skinwalker!Yandere x YN (AFAB)Summary: Your relationship with Kain has never been one of the best, but recently it's like you've been thrown off an abyss over and over again. Oh, and there's a dog too, but he's not important. Anyway… with a storm of emotions in your mind, you end up leaving a gap that a certain creature will take advantage of. Warnings: (Toxic relationships, obsessed relationships, mental manipulation, the smell of rot, description of death, description of fear and panic, a little sentimental smut, The thing loves you - too much.) Uncertain motives. Lots of couple fights and domestic violence, but YN defends herself and fights harder, this story takes place before chapter 1, you will now see what the original Kain was like.The term 'YN' and 'you' is used several times in the fanfic for better grammatical use, my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. <3

𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 < < 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍, 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖆𝖙 > >

You think you saw something under the window.

It's something - you're sure.

But it's not important enough for you to give it your full attention. Not when you're fighting with Kain right now, it's probably about some nonsense, the two of you have been fighting for so long that you don't even remember what you're fighting about and Kain is getting more and more aggressive.

"I can't believe we're fighting about this, Kain! Your mother must have thrown the baby away and created the placenta instead, because there's no way you only understand what suits you!" you say louder, running your hands over your face in an irritated way.

Today was supposed to be the perfect date. It was your and Kain's anniversary and after missing the date 4 times, he finally agreed to go today. Of course, you got ready in a happy and relieved way, who knows if it was a sign of his change? You did a great job with your makeup, your hair looked like a celebrity blowout but the most beautiful thing is your beautiful black dress. This one accentuates each of your curves in an attractive and elegant way, with shiny details in some part and The high heels, a black sitelleto perfectly match the occasion, the black and transparent tights give a stylish air to the look. A wine-colored velvet bow is in your hair, giving an air of significant femininity.

And given the special occasion, you are finally wearing a beautiful set of accessories that you ordered online! You waited so long to receive it and today you will wear it for the first time! The necklace is a beautiful ruby ​​choker with encrusted diamonds, combined exclusively with the button earrings of the same style.

Now, you can't leave the house without your black bag, huh? You chose this model yourself, padded and medium-sized, perfect for work and to use when going out. The black bag is a universal symbol of female independence, and of distrust of men. After all, a good partner should pay the bill and leave the girl at ease, right? That's what people are saying on the internet and Kain is your partner but… he's a delicate case.

You think twice before putting your wallet with cards and money in it, Kain paid the last few times but what if….... no. Don't think about it. He'll change. He promised.

Before leaving you listen to the voice in your head and put your wallet, lip gloss and documents in it.

Just in case.

And oh boy, thank God you listened.

*knock knock*

You hear him knock on your door, and as you walk down the halls, you check yourself in the mirror from head to toe and smile dreamily, happily, lightly, mentally praising yourself.

You look really beautiful today, YN

He appears at your door, smoking a cigarette while talking on his cell phone. He didn't give you a kiss. Just a look to confirm that you were in front of him and he threw the helmet in your hands, unceremoniously returning to the motorcycle.

The bike was beautiful, but dirty and Kain already smelled of cigarettes, his old jacket was stained with alcohol he had been drinking, you surreptitiously held your breath so as not to breathe in that terrible odor. Carefully, you slowly climbed on it so as not to get your dress dirty and abruptly, he started driving to what was supposed to be the romantic dinner he had promised at her favorite restaurant. Imagine the disappointment when a route was changed to a darker part of the city, but it was a small diner, a hot dog cart with a few tables around it. A slight embarrassment of being overdressed rose on your face, but you disguised it with a crooked smile as you cleaned the chair dirty with ketchup from the last person who had used the table.

“Heya, YN, you look pretty good.” he complimented you, sitting in the chair opposite yours.

“Thanks, I–”

“You don’t mind if I call a few more friends, do you? They’re nearby and I invited them to come eat with us.”

He interrupts you and confirms the call before you can say anything.

YN doesn't want to be immature, petty, or a boring little princess who doesn't want to have fun like he already said, so you just nod and mentally prepare yourself for the vision that arrives.

In less than 10 minutes, at least 6 more boys arrive… drugged… drunk… dirty with dirt and stained with oil. The group of brutes TAKES MORE CHAIRS AND TABLES around so they can all be together, the smell of sour and loud voices, words tangled with each other and insults are exchanged as a form of greeting.

Even the cook at the stall looks at this group of troublemakers with disdain, and when he realizes that you are there in the middle, he turns his head, confused, as if asking what you are doing there. And to be honest, at that moment you don't know either. The waiter quickly brings the menu to your table, which is already starting to attract the attention of other people.

"Good evening, what would you like?" the waiter says in a harsh tone, this group had caused problems before.

"Francis, old man, I'm surprised you're still here!" Kain exclaims with disdain. Last week, they unfairly involved the waiter in one of their scams, causing him to almost be fired.

"Thanks to my boss, I am, if it were up to you I would be out on the street like you good-for-nothings." he huffs irritably, grabbing his notebook

The group just laughs, as if nothing mattered, and orders drinks and hot dogs. Kain doesn't remember you, it's the waiter who stops by your side and asks in a softer voice.

"Would you like to order something now?"

"A juice with the number 2, please." You asked for the quickest thing to get out of there as quickly as possible, preferably something already prepared that they only had to heat up and you could leave.

"Of course, yours will be ready in a minute." The waiter quickly takes your order and leaves before the disgusting horde can get him in trouble again.

"Omg, YN, what a surprise you're here!" one of them exclaims, isn't that the one who hit his own mother?

"She wanted to go out today so I thought I could bring her with us." Kain doesn't let you answer, distorting the truth while laughing disgustingly with his friend next to him, the one who got out of prison last week.

Ouch.

You feel so small and dirty now, like a stunned cockroach on the floor, like a puppy that its owner conveniently takes for a walk. You don't know how, but somehow, some girls approach your table, flirting with the boys and with Kain himself. You ignore the feeling of neglect, disgust, and revolt and smile tightly, a thin line made entirely to disguise the tremendous discomfort you feel.

Sweet you, struggling to stay calm and hide your true feelings, try desperately to control your body and facial expression. Your hands remain static, despite being elegantly in your lap, and your breathing is controlled so as not to appear agitated, occasionally distracting yourself on your cell phone while you wait.

As you observe the scene in front of you, your face remains impassive, without any trace of apparent emotion. Inside, however, the storm of feelings continues to stir uncontrollably.

You want so much to leave there and cry, how could you have been so naive to believe that he would change? That today would be a special day? As if the universe was reaching out to you, the waiter soon delivered your orders, gently placing his hand on your shoulder and speaking softly in your ear.

“If you need anything else, we are at your disposal, miss”, the staff was empathetic to your situation, your discomfort visible from miles away, you were there like a pearl among swine, a little princess in a horde of stinking goblins.

Kain interpreted it as if the waiter was flirting with you, in front of him, in front of his friends and the fight went on and on, he made advances on the waiter, the boys stole some things, security was called… and finally… being the only one with documents when security arrived, you paid the bill for the boys’ losses and were forced to pay the bill for the snack as well, you angrily took your wallet out of your black bag. At that moment, you dropped your politeness and your princess pose and fought with Kain in front of everyone, calling a nearby motorcycle taxi to take you home.

You don't want to see Kain's face now.

You might break up today.

That's it.

That's it.

You're fed up.

You furiously take the bow out of your hair and throw it somewhere in the house as soon as you get home, your expensive high heels being thrown to some corner of the couch while you control your breathing, tears of frustration threatening to roll down your face but for all the self-respect you have left, you won't cry for him today. Your boyfriend, Kain, arrives a few minutes later, banging on the door incessantly as if he wanted to break it down.

And on the one hand, you were already pissed at him, but on the other… if he came all the way here… it means he cares, right? You open the door with expectation, only for them to be destroyed once again.

"Are you stupid or what?" he shouts, entering the house with all his steps stomping loudly in his muddy sneakers as if he were the owner of the house, and takes a big swig from his cheap beer can.

"What…?" You feel confused, is this son of a bitch blaming you?

“I know.”

He throws the beer can on the floor when it's finished and marches towards you with arguments and points, blaming you for hitting on the waiter, for embarrassing him in front of his friends, for calling the security guard and for a million other facts that he created in his head.

It's never Kain's fault. It's the waiter's fault, the friend's fault, the police officer's fault, YOUR fault, but never his.

It seems like a joke.

A cruel joke in a circus that you didn't pay to enter.

But you paid, YN, you entered the circus and kissed the clown, now who's being made fun of?

"Kain, that's not how it happened." You confront him firmly on your position.

"Oh no? And that other time when you—”

And whenever he’s losing an argument, he brings up memories from the past to justify the nonsense of the present, like how he loves you so much that he picked you up from the hospital, how your father cheated on your mother, how his father is working a lot, that he helped you move….. it has nothing to do with today’s event, with today’s argument, but he wants to win this argument no matter what.

The argument doesn’t make sense, but it escalates quickly, it’s like airing dirty laundry, and you decide that if you’re going to throw shit in the fan, you’re going to throw it. Tonight’s already terrible, let’s end it on a high note.

The best cure for a crazy person is someone crazier than him. My mother used to say that…. let’s see for real?

Fuck this thing.

“Kain, do you practice at home to talk so much shit, or is everything that comes out of your mouth improvised?” you gesture sarcastically, the words cutting more than a knife, like an acid that bubbles with the amount of anger inside you.

Snowball, the female cat you adopted a few weeks ago silently approaches the room where you are, crawling elegantly and meowing in retaliation to your boyfriend. The more upset your boyfriend gets, the more annoyed Snowball seems.

The cat, despite being a cute kitten, didn't win Kain's favor. He complains about the white fur getting on his clothes, about all the unnecessary expenses you're spending on a stinky kitten, and mainly, how now that this cat has arrived, you only have attention for her. Which is obviously a lie, he just wants something to fight about and blame you for. The kitten is affectionate with you, always being close and purring in your hands, maybe that's why she's a little… protective of you? Sweet YN, so kind to her. Snowball is at the door now, her tail slowly wagging from side to side in a clear sign of agitation, her meows becoming louder as if she wanted to defend you.

The couple's shouting, with the TV playing loudly in the background, and the incessant meowing of a cat is chaos, an irritation that grows more and more. At some point, Kain gets really angry and approaches YN aggressively, stomping his feet hard and raising his hands. It is exactly at this moment that Snowball uses her incredible feline speed and scratches his feet, the kitten's soft white fur standing up while her pupils turn into two little holes.

There is something under your window, and the thing wipes its bloody mouth and does its best to stay still, observing the situation.

And most importantly… the thing sees you.

"See? Even a cat understands that you're overstepping your bounds! Enough, Kain, there's no way you're that upset!" You huff loudly as you walk away from the man, you don't know what's worse, the yelling or the teasing of the kitten.

Kain turns around, now focusing his attention on Bola de Neve. He scoffs at the kitten and scowls at you.

"Oh, shut that thing up. If you can't keep it quiet, you shouldn't have gotten it. You know cats annoy the hell outta me."

Oh, this is the final straw for you. Not only did he ruin a perfect date, but now he wants to rule your house as if it were his? Oh no. All the women inside you roar in unison, ordering in your heart that you should not stay silent and lower your head.

"Oh? Excuse me? This is MY HOUSE! If you're bothered, go to YOUR HOUSE! Because in mine, MY kitten can even sing if she wants to," you proclaim louder than him, disgusted with the situation while gesturing to the house.

Kain turns to you, his face red and his expression darkening even more.

"I'm your boyfriend, I have every right to be here!" he snaps back, getting even closer to you. Snowball doesn't like this at all, approaching you and climbing onto the nearest couch, meowing and hissing again louder than before.

You swallow your fear and apprehension and head towards the door, crossing the room while maintaining eye contact with the man. "You have the fucking right to be here, the door is open for you to go vomit and talk your nonsense outside. In my house, I'm the boss, big head."

Kain turns to yell at the cat again, annoyed and frustrated, he imitates the meow more loudly and in a childish way. He's clearly losing his temper.

"Will you shut that thing up! It's making my damn head hurt, I'll throw it outside myself if I have to! What an annoying noise! ​​I'm leaving if you keep this up!"

Oh, does the asshole want a formal invitation?

"Oh, do you want me to do the honors?" In a sarcastic tone you answered him, taking Snowball in your arms and protecting her as if she were your own kitten, placing her in her cat tower, a safe haven for now. There's a high chance that Kain will get really angry and go after the cat, but even so you hold the cat tighter against your chest and stomp on the floor.

Big man, head of a childish boy.

Enough of bowing my head to him hoping that everything will be better the next day.

Kain glares at you, furious and frustrated. He's not expecting you to actually kick him out, especially considering his current state, the idiot was already drinking before your date, the smell of cheap alcohol on him is unbearable.

"Are you serious right now?! You'd really kick me out over a cat?!" he yells, standing up and walking towards you, getting in your face.

"You're the one who's bothered by the cat, and you know the saying: those who are bothered should leave!" You cross your arms and continue even more determined "Either you leave and save the rest of your dignity or you spend the night here in silence."

Kain looks like a mad man with rage now, are you choosing the cat and not him? Do you dare to turn against him? Your boyfriend?

He approaches you again with strong and threatening steps, crossing the room again until he's close to you, next to a beautiful decorated bookcase. As a reflex of revolt, you tie your hair in a bun and approach him with the same intensity. A sign that the fight is far from over.

“You’re being too-!”

“Listen here, you-!” you gesture with your hands as you speak

The creature thinks that you look terribly big now, taking up more and more space as if, like any animal, you were showing your dominance in the territory. With increasingly larger and more offensive gestures, your voice increasingly loud and cold, arguments mixing with emotions, the situation is escalating very quickly. And the most interesting thing….

There is not a single drop of fear in you.

Creatures of his kind can feed on people’s fear and anguish too, but he doesn’t smell that in you… he smells that in your scoundrel boyfriend, who tries to disguise his weak points when he raises a threatening hand at you, shouting in a deep voice that imposes dominance.

“Shut your mouth!”

You glare at him defiantly and grab the first thing closest to you: a sharp sculpture, a decorative gift from your mother that you've never found useful, well, until now.

"Shut you up!" You hold the sculpture at the same height as his raised hand, raising your voice so it echoes through the house.

He looks at you, his face red with anger and his breathing fast. Kain never thought you'd threaten him back, defend yourself, but knowing you, he knows that the likelihood of you attacking him is as high as him attacking you now. Given this, and his weak state, Kain curses in a low tone and slowly lowers his hands.

You take a deep breath and pray that your own voice doesn't shake and slowly lower the sharp sculpture, but holding it tightly in your hands in case he changes his mind.

"Respect me. And if you really have feelings for me, you'll get out of my house right now and leave me alone!" You growl in an authoritative tone, leaving no room for suggestion as you slowly walk towards him, circling him like a predator while pointing the sculpture directly at him.

Your eyes are like flames of fire, with hatred and anger escaping from them as you focus exclusively on the man in front of you.

Today was perhaps the moment of greatest mental clarity of your life, and Kain hates every minute of his girlfriend's insubordination, as if he had seen the size of the iceberg for the first time, and not the small cubes or ice shavings that subtly melted with the heat of kisses or weak threats.

This little thing thinks she can threaten me? Shout back?

"YN, you're overreacting!! You're going to regret this!" The cornered man slowly makes his way to the door, frustrated and with a bruised ego. Kain keeps his eyes wide as he watches your domineering figure, but out of pride he still wants to have the last word to tell his friends.

"Enough!" You hold up a hand signaling him to shut up, and he does so immediately. "Don't make me repeat myself. Get out. Now!" You open the door abruptly, knocking over a portrait that was behind it as you breathe heavily through your nostrils, like a bull preparing for combat.

Kain glares at you, his anger fading slightly as he realizes he's not gonna win this one. He knows you're being serious, and doesn't have a choice. He sighs loudly and turns around to grab his stuff.

"Fine then! I'm leaving! But don't come begging for me to come back when you decide to ditch the damn cat…" He grabs his things and still grumbling curses. He gets to the front door and looks back at you one last time. He's still grumpy and annoyed, but defeated.

"I'll call you when I get home."

“Sure.” You say with a forced smile, the words coming out between clenched teeth.

The thing remembers that most species show their teeth as a sign of aggression, and it wonders if one more step in the wrong direction and you would open your jaw and furiously bite your boyfriend’s throat until it bled?

No.

When Kaim approaches, you allow him to kiss you on the mouth, albeit angrily, and say goodbye. He gets on the motorcycle and then exits the house, without looking back while you stand at the door, waiting for him to leave. Acting silently as a sentinel of your own house, your straight posture and raised chin indicate that you remain firm in your position. The sound of a motorcycle starts up and then fades away in the distance. It's finally quiet again.

The creature thinks humans are complicated.

If a miserable dog dared to even attack its owner, the owner would hand it over to a kennel or the streets, returning the hatred a thousand times over.

But if a human attacks another….

A human will be a thousand times more merciful with their own kind, they will apologize and make amends for the aggression, they will blame the drink, the drugs, the stressful day but they will never blame the other, they will never admit their own mistake.

Through a hidden bush the creature sees you enter the house and close the door and before you can walk with strong steps to the other side of the house… Snowball, the kitten, meows sweetly at you. It is as if the big and strong independent woman melts at the sight of a worried kitten, disarming herself of the armor she used in the argument earlier. You pick her up in your arms and take her to the sofa in the living room, where you put on a romantic movie to watch, something that internally you wished to live, something to distract from this moment.

Snowball purrs against your chest, raising her head subtly to lick the tears that roll down YN's face, staining the makeup she had done so excellently in doing. Stubborn, frustrated, angry, tears roll down her face insistently while YN holds herself back from crying, but poor thing, her lip trembles slightly as the kitten does what she can to bring some comfort to her owner.

*crash*

At that moment a loud noise is heard, the dramatic scene is interrupted by the trash can falling and YN remembers that she had actually heard something. YN quickly gets up and goes to check what it could be. Some raccoons were rummaging through the house's trash can looking for food, accidentally causing the can to fall on the creature's tail, scaring and hurting it, quickly pulling its tail off and attacking its attackers.

What YN sees, however, is a large black dog going after the raccoons that were rummaging through her trash can. Maybe out of hunger, maybe for something else, but before YN can grab a broom and chase the raccoons away, the large dog does so, and then their eyes meet.

YN looks at the dog, he is a great mass of black fur with long legs and sharp teeth. He is bigger than any dog ​​she has ever seen, his bark is too loud, his fur makes it easy for him to stay in the shadows but his eyes…..two crimson balls reflecting the light from the window in a bright red. The poor thing immediately shut up when he noticed YIN's presence, and sweet YN, thought he was fighting over food with the raccoons.

YN saw him.

Even after such a stormy night, she gently closes the window as if nothing had happened and goes to the kitchen, calling Snowball to come with her.

For a dog that size, he must eat a lot……

YN grabs some leftovers from her lunch, along with some dog food that she had saved for when she would go for a walk in the park and feed some stray dogs, she grabs some eggs, and a few other things that might please the canine palate and puts them in a bowl, filling a small bowl with water to give to the unknown beast as well.

The girl turns on the light in front of the house, and holds her breath in case the dog gets aggressive, keeping the door closed and Snowball inside the house.

“Hey, I can see you,” she says in a sweet tone to call the big dog from hiding in the bushes. She wasn't supposed to see him.Why can she see him?

“Come here boy, I have something for you.” She makes a sound to call the canine, placing the portions of food and water near the window and the bush.

“Come here boy,” she calls again.

The dogs she feeds at the park usually wag their tails when they see YN approaching, let her run her hand through their fur and come quickly when they are called.

But not this one.

The creature wasn't expecting this tonight, having quickly put on his dog skin before leaving, but it's undeniable: He's hungry. And you're offering him a feast. It would be stupid to refuse. So, slowly, he starts to emerge from the bush, his head and snout coming out first and his body reluctantly following. He's incredibly suspicious of YN, not taking his eyes off the human for a minute, which makes her back away too, in her head, giving the creature space to feel comfortable.

“Very well, now I’m going, okay?” Before she can turn around, the dog changes course and begins to walk slowly towards YN, ears and tail pricked, his gaze fixed on the human.

In the blink of an eye he's in front of her, in an alert position. YN has been in this situation before, so like any other dog, she gently extends her hand so he can sniff and get to know her.

"Oh...hello boy."

The skinwalker sniffs YN's hand, her scent enveloping his senses and immediately making him relax, it was a unique scent, he had never felt this sensation before and hesitantly he licks the back of YN's hand…

Mmm… delicious.

YN takes it as a sign that he is friendly and runs her hand over his head, petting him and showing him where the food is.

"Very good buddy, there's your food, see. See you later."

The creature's fur is dry and hard, like that of a stuffed animal and YN doesn't look into the animal's eyes, not wanting to cause more problems for the stranger. Oh, if she had looked into its eyes she would know that what she had touched was not just any animal, she should never have fed it, she should never have given it a break.

After all,

If you feed a dog, it will come back.

And it wasn't just any dog.

The following days are marked by a strange sensation in YN, a feeling of alertness and unease. Every time she leaves the house for work, she feels a strong sense that something is wrong, and there really is something very wrong around her. A shadow. The shadow lingers, faint and cold, a veil across the surface, untold. Whispers soft, a chilling breeze, Upon the wall, an enigma it weaves.

At dawn, the girl finds peace, a calm knowing that the great Sun would bring her a slight feeling of security and warmth and finally, the feeling of seeing things the way they are. The danger is returning alone at night, YN. What lies beneath, concealed by the veil, A wind that blows but will never fail. A heartbeat, a gentle sigh, A secret that will never die.

She quickens her pace, taking longer and faster steps as she looks anxiously around corners, praying hard that the Sun will be merciful enough to allow her to get home in time to lock all the doors and windows and finally relax, ignoring the persistent shadows she sees in the corner of her eye and the sound of howls in the middle of the night. But unfortunately, today is one of the days when the Sun has been generous with the Moon, allowing it to shine earlier than it did for all of humanity, but the poor human is very anxious, hearing things and seeing things that according to her are just products of her imagination. It's well known, the shadow does reside, but only revealed when looking inside. A ghost that hides and persists. A mystery that the soul can't resist.

After days of feeling followed and watched, YN finally accepts the ride her boss offers her, making her arrive home early and and decided to extend a helping hand to the young woman in the city that YN didn't know. The experienced woman had noticed that YN was in a constant state of anxiety to return home and that something was not right.

Home is everyone's safe place, why wouldn't YN want to go back?

“Hey Snowball, did you miss me?” YN pets the cat as soon as she arrives home, the kitten purring as she leans in with her affections.

“Did you catch any mice today?” The girl does not expect answers from a cat, and quickly checks the house for any body or evidence.

It can't be just ONE mouse.

A few days ago, YN saw some mice in the house. There had never been any mice there before, but the girl assumes that things like this happen in the new house. The mice are fast, too fast for YN to hit them with the broom and too fast for Snowball to catch them. They are like shadows, being recognized only by the rotten smell and the noise they make when they move from one place to another, a heavy noise for something so small. But strangely, they never go after food. YN checks the food, the bathroom, the fridge, the yard every day… but there is no proof that they have been there.

But it is better to have rats than Kain, isn't it? It was Kain's habit to disappear for a while and then appear as if nothing had happened, never remorseful, never guilty. He wasn't always this infinite well of idiocy, he was kind and loving in the beginning but as the relationship progressed things went downhill. Like a tick that starts innocently grabbing an animal's fur, and it doesn't hurt at first, but as time goes by the tick digs its claws and teeth into the host's skin, sucking the soul and blood, weakening the host and leaving the host at its mercy.

As much as the tick hurts, it will be even more painful to remove, like a stubborn person who would rather keep the knife embedded in the wound than remove it and risk losing blood. The boy didn't say much these days, just a few lame excuses while YN cut the conversation short and ignored him. It's better this way. She is still writing the script for how she will end the relationship. Even though he is a stupid asshole, what guarantees that he won't come and demand satisfaction later? That he will send one of his idiot friends to take care of you?

Hmm… better memorize the police number here… get the neighbor's number… better be prepared in case something happens…

“…hey.”

A voice calls her from the other side of the house, in the backyard.

But YN is so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't recognize the tone of the voice, lost in the loud music from her headphones. But she still goes to the backyard to open the door, not realizing that Snowball's fur is bristling and scared, but when she opens the door she finds only…

“Oh, hey boy. Its you!” You find the black dog from a few days ago sitting elegantly on the grass, attentively awaiting your presence.

“You're early today, huh?” The sun is still setting today, illuminating some children in orange tones while they are still playing outside.

Maybe one of them called out to a friend and you heard, thinking you were being called.

“I’ll get your food and I’ll be right back, okay?”

The big dark ball has been fed every now and then in the last few days, always after the young woman gets home from work. The dog seemed to guess and emerge from the shadows when he noticed YN’s presence in the house. YN and her huge heart already set aside something for him, buying more food and treats for him at the market. She has enough to feed him and bring him water, but not enough to open the door and adopt him. It’s as if Yn had wisely created a wall between the two of them, establishing a limit that she felt was necessary.

In the kitchen, the music is still playing loudly in her ears, a lively rhythm to chase away bad thoughts while the young woman prepares an old bowl for the dog’s dinner and another for his water. She quickly pauses the wireless headphones, poking her finger a few more times when the sound doesn't pause.

At these times, YN likes to be on alert to attend to the dogs, even when feeding other stray dogs, there's something particular about this one that makes her feel… agitated, as if she were playing with the flames of a candle and seeing how far it really gets burned. Or in this case, bitten.

“Hey buddy, here's dinner.” Yn announces the entrance while the dog is sitting exactly in the same place, with a confused look but accustomed to this routine of the last few days the girl puts the bowls under the window in a clean area.

“Come. You can eat now.” and so he does, walking over to the place and eating from the bowl, his big tail wagging slightly as he savors each bite, his tense muscles relaxing as the feast is served.

He must have been domesticated and when he got too big they pushed him out onto the street, because how is he so… obedient?

This is usually where the story ends.

She feeds him and goes back home.

But this time, the creature notices when YN is about to walk away and growls slightly, making her become confused and stop.

What? What did I do?

The black dog approaches and imitates the behavior he has seen other dogs doing, wagging his tail while staring at YN with pleading eyes and lowered ears, relaxing some muscles in his face so that he appears more friendly.

“Oh, you want some affection, is that it?” YN hesitantly brings her hand gently to the dog’s head, preparing to immediately pull it away in case the canine decides to bite at the last minute.

But the bite never comes.

He would never in his right mind hurt you.

He closes his eyes as he welcomes the touch, his hand noticing how much softer and longer his black fur is now, his tail wagging much faster now showing how good he is feeling, sweeping some autumn leaves away as YN pets him more willingly and freely, more comfortable with the idea that he won't bite her hand.

"So you're not aggressive, huh? Do you like it?" she continues to caress the creature tenderly, two hands to stroke his fur all over as he lets out small grunts of joy.

He feels more playful now, his tail wagging as he sinks deeper and deeper into the girl's touch, closing his eyes contentedly. But when he opens his eyes to observe her more closely, to delight in her beautiful and majestic face, to take the chance to study a face so beautiful that it would make the most miserable of men a king, and the richest of men a mere pauper in search of attention, imagine his surprise when he sees that the girl was also studying him. YN takes the chance to see the vulnerable canine and looks for wounds and scars, or indicators of what kind of dog it is, some collar or ship that identifies it, but is surprised by what she finds: beautiful blue eyes.

What beautiful blue eyes, did they turn red because of the light at night? This happens with the reflection sometimes, I saw photos about it.

But Yn avoids looking directly into his eyes for too long, she feels something strange… they look with such precision and intelligence that YN has never seen a dog have, eyes almost human, almost emotional, almost… something. Almost as if she asked him something, he would answer.

But that's not important now, not when he precisely closes his eyes again as he moves closer to her body, wanting more of the warmth and affection that only the girl can give him.

It's a beautiful and tender moment, which makes YN forget the enigmatic problems that are on the other side of the door. But she is remembered when the sun sets completely, leaving her alone in the darkness. Little by little, in affectionate but anxious acts, she moves away from the dog.

"I have to go now, go eat, boy. Good night." In a sweet voice, she reluctantly says goodbye to her canine friend, it was good that he showed this more affectionate side of him.

"Boy" because he is not something dear to her yet.

"Boy" because to YN he was just a street dog.

"Boy" because he is not allowed to enter the house.

Understanding that she wanted to enter the house, he slowly moves away, allowing the girl freedom to walk to the door while he remains standing in the same place. The darkness of the night quickly becomes present and more terrifying because when she left the sun was shining outside, but now in the house and in the yard, there are no lights on. As she is about to reach for the doorknob, she hears something that makes her freeze.

“…thank you.”

It was a voice so impossibly clear and deep that it could not have been from her headphones, since they were turned off. It was a voice that spoke inside her head, making each letter reverberate with intensity in every nerve and muscle. A spectral and disturbing voice. Her heart immediately froze and a deep fear took hold of her, words of gratitude that were supposed to make her feel good, now it was as if something primordial had awakened. From the corner of her eye, she slowly notices that the dog is in the same place, looking at her with his head tilted, almost cute, if it weren't for his eyes shining with a light that shouldn't be there.

YN comes out of her trance dizzily and quickly and enters the house, closing and locking the door safely while turning on the doors of the house, all of them while recovering the strength in her legs and breathing unevenly.

Perhaps, if she had looked back one more time, she would have seen the creature moving away and merging with the shadows of the yard in a surreal way, like a shadow merging with the darkness of the night.

Oh, what a terrifying soul to have around….

Oh, what a tormented and dangerous creature….

No one taught him to be this creature, he has never seen another of his kind either, but perhaps he has not always been this way. He does not remember exactly what he was, what he once was in existence. He does have a conscience, portraits of memories and abstract concepts, but for the most part he is "an almost animal thing".

He was once human, an original form that he has not used for decades and perhaps he has even forgotten what he once was, after so many masks and disguises it is difficult to know what is true, merging with more animalistic perceptions over time.

Repeating a primitive cycle, eating, sleeping and hunting when he is hungry, exchanging the rotting skin for another.

But for the first time, he did not want to be a "thing", he wanted to be "someone".

Because he is "someone" who can be by her side.

He envied humans in a way, for being able to gather around a campfire and have a normal life. Every animal returns to its den at dusk, or leaves it to hunt, but this creature has no place to call a "den" or "home" as humans call it. He hides in caves or any available corner to spend the night, avoiding sunlight so that people do not see the flaws in his disguise.

For the first time in the creature's entire life, he felt that the path from his "den" led to you.

You are his home.

And if he could be a dog at your feet, this would be it. You yourself could choose a collar and chain especially for him.

Chain him up.

Put a collar with his name on it, identify him as something of yours.

Put your name and number on the collar, so that everyone knows he belongs to you.

It's already decided. It's you he wants. No one else.

Now he understands the story of Kain and Abel, he too would kill to receive such a divine blessing.

As he crawls through the darkness he thinks of strategic plans to get into your house. Maybe he has to get rid of that white cat, he wouldn't share your precious attention with him. Maybe he has to create more rats and kill them in front of you, performing a play in which he comes out as the hero and you are so grateful that you let him into the house. Or maybe…

Maybe he has to get rid of your disgusting scoundrel of a boyfriend, steal his skin and throw him into the darkness. Because who else would YN forgive for acting strange? The creature doesn't know how to be a functional human… he can still make some mistakes while living with you, learn from other humans and from movies, who knows?

A creature of his kind needs to kill to steal a skin, eat to take the place of another. A macabre laugh echoes from the dog's mouth, malicious satisfaction as he makes the plan in his head, steps idealized in his evil mind.

In a single night, he will visit the scoundrel Kain and a powerful shaman, the night is young and his plans are ambitious, a lot to plan and plan. Oh, how good it is to have the malicious mind of humans, capable of planning things as simple as a hunt or something as grand as a coup.

Now tell me, sweet YN, did you lock your bedroom door?

Are you sure?

So what is that behind you?

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What BSD Men Do For Your Birthday

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, and Sigma

❗WARNINGS❗: SMUT, MDNI, blowjobs, breeding kink, hand job, hickeys, whimpering, moaning, masterbating, etc

❗Disclaimer❗Even if your bday is really cold or hot, it doesn't matter because you got really lucky on ur bday. Use your imagination for the plot 🏃

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were calmly sleeping in your warm, comfy bed when suddenly you felt a pair of lips on your own. You opened your tired eyes and see Dazai with a huge smile. When he notices your awake he squeezes you into a hug and attacks your with kisses

"Happy birthday, my Belladonna!"

You softly smile as he still covers your face with kisses "Thank you, 'Samu" you grabbed his chin to keep him still and kiss his lips

"I got something for you" he says after the kiss

You smirk as you tilt your head slightly "did you now? With what money?"

He puts a finger to your lips "Shhhh that's not important! It's not like I used Kunikida's card" he waves a hand in denial

"Uh- 'Samu-!"

He shut you up by shoving a small velvet box in your face "Oh, here's your gift!"

You rolled your eyes until you noticed it was from a jewelry store. You opened it and saw it was something you've been wanting for awhile. You thanked him and hugged him, delighted with your expensive gift. You liked that he remembered you talking about it and how much you wanted it.

For the rest of the day you two have just been walking around the city and going out to eat at restaurants, nothing too expensive. He was just spoiling you as much as he could, but he had a special surprise for you in the night.

When the moon was up, Dazai took you to the woods. You were stunned when he told you this, but he told you to trust him and of course you do so you followed him. It was dark and kind of scary, trying your best to see and not trip on the roots of the trees

" 'Samu, can you slow down please?" You pleaded

"Hm? Oh, where are my manners?" He chuckles before he suddenly picks you up bridal style and making you gasp. He laughs to your cute reaction and keeps going towards the woods.You felt more protected being in his warm embrace and honestly you could take a nap like this.

After awhile, you start to finally see the moon light off on the distant "almost there, Bella" Dazai tells you

A couple more steps and you found yourself in a flower field with a small little creek, not only that, but also the whole view of the city. You were in awe, too stunned to speak. There were all kinds of flowers and moths around the field. The creek made a relaxing sound. The moon light was a perfect match to the city lights.

Dazai smiles as he puts you down and hugs you from behind, putting his chin on your shoulder "beautiful isn't it?"

You nod your head, still in awe of the view "of course no view beats your beauty, but I thought you'd like it" Dazai says

You turn around to face him and give him a loving smile "I didn't expect this from you not gonna lie" you say while wrapping your arms around him.

He wraps his arounds around your waist "Darling, I'm the most romantic person alive" he responds in an exaggerated tone

"Right" you respond back sarcastically

He was about to say something, but you kissed his lips to shut him up. It was a gentle and loving kiss. After the kiss he sits down and sits your on his lap. You both talked for a long time just about random things and enjoying the others company. You both laughed and smiled while enjoying the view, well the only view he enjoyed was you smiling and laughing because of him

When it was time, you both walked back to your shared apartment. While you were taking your shoes off he immediately picks you up bridal style, it startled you at first but you then giggle

"I haven't given you my special treat~" he gives your a devious smirk

After a couple minutes, You back was against the wall as your arms and legs were wrapped around his body. His hands were busy carrying you as he thrusted into you. You were both moaning from the pleasure "God, you feel amazing~ ngh~! just sit there while I take care of you, okay?" Dazai grunted in your ear

He was hitting all the right places. He was so deep inside you that it was hard to speak "I-it feels really good~ ah~ faster 'Samu, please~" you moaned while pulling on his hair gently

He smirks "Hah~ As you wish, bella~" His pace was immediately faster just as you wanted. Your nails clawed his back which turned him on. You both moaned louder as you felt your orgasms near. He decided to kiss your lips which you obviously kissed back

He pulled away from your lips "Where do you want it, bella~?" He pants

"I-inside~!" You responded almost in a begging tone

He leaned in for another kiss. All you heard was muffled moans and his hips slapping against your thighs. His breathing became for rapid as he felt his release. With one last thrust he came inside you, making you cum with him. You felt the other twitch and breath heavily. he finally pulled away from your lips as he pulled himself out. His cum dripping out of you and onto the floor

"So perfect~ maybe it's my birthday and not yours" he teased while smirking at you

You decided to ignore his snarky comment and just hug him "Thank you, Osamu"

He was surprised at first, but then he smiles warmly while kissing your head, hugging you back "May you have many more birthday's, my belladonna "

💚RANPO💚

You just woke up without Ranpo next to you. You just thought he was in the kitchen eating, so you decided to go say good morning to him, but before you could even get out of bed, Ranpo burst through the door, giving you a heart attack

"Happy birthday, sugar!" He came towards you to hug and kiss you, ignoring your surprised face "I have so many plans for today!"

You chuckled "really?"

He nods his head up and down vigorously. He then grabs your hands to force you out of bed "now, get up so we can go!"

You were dazed, but after getting ready and driving to the places he told you to go, you finally realized why he was excited to get out of your shared apartment. He took you to a very big and popular bakery "YAY! we made it!" He yelled after he saw the logo

To be honest you weren't even that mad, or surprised, because you've been wanting to try some of the desserts from this place for awhile.When you walked in, it was like Willy Wonka, but fancy. Pastries were everywhere and they all looked delectable.

"Your lucky it's your birthday, sugar. I'll pay for half"

You scoffed with a smile as you rolled your eyes. Of course he'll only pay for half. You both got whatever you wanted. He might as well bought half the store. And to top it off you got a cake of your favorite flavor and went back to eat in the comfort of your shared apartment

You both just ate together while watching a movie or show. When he brought out the cake with a candle on top. You saw he used his finger to lick some of the frosting off the side of the cake. You ignored it while he sang happy birthday to you in a fast pace with a big smile. When he finished the song, he took a bite out of the cake

"hey!" You took the cake out of his hands and began to tackle Ranpo. He only had a smile on his face with frosting on his lips, his laughter being muffled. "I was making sure it hasn't gone bad or poisoned!" he said while being tackled

You began to laugh "your just making up excuses!" He then pecks your lips, leaving frosting on them "taste it! It tastes amazing"

You got off him as you tasted the frosting. It was the right amount of sweet and perfect taste of your favorite flavor of frosting. " It is good" you said in awe. He just smiled at you.

He put a finger to your lips and said "But before we eat the cake-"

"Too late-"

"I got something for you!" He said to cut off your sentence.He went to a closet to get the gift. When you saw the, shockingly, perfectly wrapped present you got excited. You opened it and it was something you've been wanting for so long. He is the world's greatest detective, so of course if anybody was going to give you the best gift, it's gonna be your boyfriend. You had the biggest smile on your face as you hugged him. You thanked him and gave him a kiss.

You both ate the cake together while watching the movie, sometimes talking to each other over the movie because of Ranpo's random commentary.You also ordered some food to eat after the desserts. After the food was finished,

Ranpo spoke "that was so good..but I'm still hungry"

"We have plenty of food, Ranpo" you responded.

You were surprised that he was still hungry after eating so much "I'm only hungry for you, silly" he got closer to your face with a smirk

You knew what he meant and blushed "consider it a birthday gift!" He said

You rolled your eyes again. You know he loves eating you out so it's not like anything really special "Righttt, well I wouldn't mind " you smiled

He immediately got in between your legs and began to pull down your pants. He sighs in satisfaction as he kisses your thighs "so soft.." he mumbles against your skin

He put your thighs on his shoulders to get better access to your cunt. You started to get turned on by the sight. Ranpo finally began to lick your pussy, immediately whimpering against your clit and sending vibrations. You legs already began to quiver from the pleasure

"so sweet~" he whimpers

His pace became vulgar and impatient. His tongue moving fast and skillfully to get more of a taste from you. His tongue went to your clit to suck on it gently and flick it. You pulled on his hair gently which only made his moans louder. You moaned from the amazing sensation only turning him on even more. His grip on your thighs became tighter and so did his pants. While eating you out, he louder his pants to stroke his hard cock. He moaned even louder

His whimpers and the state he was in turned you on so much. You felt your release "R-Ranpo~ ah~ I'm gonna~"

His tongue only went faster. He needed you to cum on his tongue. His hand stroked himself faster and his whimpers became louder. Your moans were also loud but the pleasure was too much to handle. You moaned his name before cumming on him. He was so turned on that he came with you too. He moaned loudly against your clit only adding more pleasure to you.

You both panted heavily and twitched. He pulled away from your cunt as he looked at you smiling "tasty as always~" he teases "What do you say if we take this to the bedroom? It is your birthday after all, sugar"

💜FYODOR💜

You didn't wake up to Fyodor next to you. You walked around your shared house to look for him, but couldn't find him. You just decided to make breakfast for yourself when suddenly you felt a kiss on you cheek

"happy birthday, lyubov" his tone was calm as he gave you a small smile

You turned around to give him a hug and kiss him on the lips with a huge smile "thank you, Fedya"

Lucky for you, he cleared his schedule for today just for you. He took you to any store you wanted and got you whatever you wanted. He even dressed in something different which was a white button up shirt and black pants, mostly to not be recognized by the public.

It didn't matter if it was expensive or a priceless, whatever you wanted he got it for you. You both just enjoyed eachothers company for the whole day. Finally for dinner he took you to one of the most fanciest restaurants you have ever been to.

It was extremely exquisite. The ceiling was detailed and painted like a Renaissance painting. Chandeliers so expensive that you'd have to sell your heart to get and it still wouldn't be enough. A fountain was in the middle of the restaurant and even fake cherry blossoms were set out as decorations around the area. The walls were outlined by painted gold. It was definitely something But of course no view could beat seeing your boyfriend in a suit.

He wore a black tux with black pants. He wore a grey button up shirt and put a black vest over it and to top it off with a black tie. Why doesn't he ever dress this good normally? Because the world wouldn't be ready for it.And of course you were wearing a beautiful dress of your favorite color. You hair and makeup done. Freshly painted nails. And new jewelry you just got earlier that day.

You both looked more than just a million bucks When you both got to the place, you wrapped your hands around his shoulder and smiled at him "The greatest gift is finally seeing you in a tux"

He tilts his head slightly "You don't like how I dress? You wound me" he put a hand over his chest in a slightly dramatic way

You rolled your eyes "I mean you've been wearing the same thing since I met you how could i-"

"Excuse me, We have a reservation" you sentence was cut off when Fyodor went to the front to get a table for you two.

You scoffed as Fyodor chuckles at you teasingly. A waiter led you two to a table for two. It was literally a candle light dinner. Even though the food and wine was expensive it was extremely delicious. You both just talked the whole night and making the other smile, just happy to be in the others presence and happy to be with your boyfriend, especially since he usually is always busy but made time for you today.

Lastly he got you desert and paid for everything in the end.You both got home and just started taking off your shoes. He kisses your hand "I hope you enjoyed yourself, my love"

You smiled while blushing "Of course I did, this is better than I could've ever asked for, but there is one more thing I want"

He hums out in curiosity as you smirk. You take his hand and sat him on the couch to straddle him. You both smiled at eachother as you begin to kiss his neck, slowly unbuttoning his clothes.

"Shouldn't I be the one taking care of you on your special day?" He asks

"But shouldn't I do whatever I want since it's my birthday?" You asked while taking his tie off

He looked at you for a few seconds before smirking, he was quite intrigued "Do as you wish, lyubov"

In a couple minutes, your clothes and his were on the ground. You were jumping on Fyodor's cock. His hands were on your hips and yours were on his shoulders. You both moaned from pleasure. His neck was covered in hickeys and his shoulders had red scratch marks. It honestly turned him on that you were marking him as yours.

"How does it feel, Fedya~?" You moaned

"Mmn~ not bad at all~" he smiles slightly while his head falls back

You smirk "You look so cute like this, Fedya~ ah~" you begin to kiss his neck again

"I can say the same about you ngh~" he liked seeing your hips move desperately just the ride him

"Mmn~ Just sit there and take it, love~" you kiss his cheek

"Don't get too confident, Myshka" he smirks

Your pace became faster and rougher. He let out a muffled grunt as he grips your hips. He felt his release approach the more he felt his cock being rubbed by your wet, tight cunt You clenched a fist around his hair to turn him on more

"Your moans are so beautiful, Fyodor~ Your twitching so much~!"

He couldn't even respond. He was too focused on the pleasure to think of a response. Feeling how much he throbbed inside you and becoming slightly bigger, you knew he was about to cum"Ah~! Cum as much as you want inside, Fyodor~ I love it when you do~"

After those words, he slammed your hips onto his to shoot his cum inside you. He grunted as he came and you moaned loudly while cumming with him. Both of you were in ecstacy from the orgasm and trying to catch your breaths.

While panting, you hugged Fyodor "Thank you for the best gift, Fedya~" you kissed his lips

He chuckled softly "Happy birthday, moya lyubov"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You woke up and immediately smelled something amazing. You were about to get up to find out what the smell was until Atsushi came in with breakfast on a small table

He looked at you slightly with wide eyes at first, he thought you were still asleep, but he immediately gave you a bright smile "Happy birthday, y/n! I've made breakfast for you"

You smiled widely as he brought the breakfast to you on bed. The food was on a small breakfast table to eat while in bed. He made you your favorite breakfast food "thank you so much, love" you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you to kiss him.

"Of course! It's your day after all, so it's no problem" he smiles at you

He asked you if you'd like to have a picnic with him later in the day. You thought it was a cute idea so you agreed. After you finished eating, you both walked around stores. He got you a couple of things you wanted, nothing too expensive because he doesn't have that much money, but he splurged a bit just for you.

After a bit of shopping you eventually got hungry again and he took you to the place to have the picnic at. It was a very beautiful park. The park has a pond where koi fish were. The grass was green and bright. The day wasn't too hot or too cold, it was just perfect. The trees were big and beautiful, so you decided to have you picnic next to a tree and the pond. He brought you your favorite food, drink, and dessert for the picnic.

Lastly, he got you a small cake for your birthday and got you some candles to make a wish. You both ate while talking for a long time and feeding the koi fish. Everything he said always brought a smile to your face and you'd always manage to make him laugh and his heart swoon.

After eating at the picnic, You both decided to go to the ferris wheel. You both went during the sunset to get a beautiful view of the city when on the top of the wheel. You both held hands the whole time while admiring the city and enjoying the ride. He kissed your cheek when you got to the top of the wheel, but you kissed his lips. The rest of the time on the ride you talked while watching the view.

When the ride was over, it was basically dark outside. He knew it might've been late, but he got you a small bouquet of flowers for you. He just wants you to have an amazing birthday. You kissed him and smiled from the small, but thoughtful gift

You both walked home to your shared apartment. When you got back, you both just watched your favorite movie together while cuddling on the couch. While watching the movie you wanted to thank Atsushi for everything he's done for you today

"Thank you so much for today, love. It's a birthday I'll cherish forever" you said while looking at him with happiness

He looked at you while blushing "of course, y/n. You don't even have a to thank me. I just wanted to make sure you feel loved today"

You smile even more "well I appreciate everything you do and I do feel very loved"

He felt his heart beat fast. Hes happy that he's being appreciated and that he's made you happy. He blushed even more. You thought that after everything he has done for you today that you should return the favor.

You kissed his cheek "let me thank you in a special way~"

you began to kiss his neck to let him know what you meant. If it was even possible he blushed even more "i- you don't have to if you don't want to, love" he stammered

"I would love to if your ok with it of course"

"O-of course I wouldn't mind if it's you" he was slightly embarrassed

You both looked into eachothers eyes and slowly leaned into each other's lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. Your hand slowly palmed his clothed cock which made him moan softly into the kiss.Your hand went into his pants to stroke his bare dick. He gasps quietly from the sudden sensation.

"S-shouldn't I be the one treating you?" He stutters

"There's nothing more I love than me pleasuring you so I don't mind~" you kissed him again

Your hand began to unzip his pants to free his hard cock. You kissed his neck while starting to get on your knees and in between his legs. He was flustered, but of course he wasn't complaining. He always loved how your mouth feels. If this it was what you want to do then he'll let you do whatever you want.

You kissed the tip of his cock and began to lick it. He was already throbbing and whimpering quietly. You then suddenly invited his cock into you warm, wet mouth. He moaned while gripping onto the couch cushions. You sucked his dick at a good pace

His legs twitched from the amazing pleasure. You really did know all his weak spots. You moaned quietly against his wet dick, sending vibrations to his throbbing cock."It feels so- ngh~! Good~" he whimpers while his head fell back

Your pace became faster and he was getting close to his orgasm. He moaned louder. His cock throbbed against your tongue. His moans turned you on so much you started to get wet.

"I-im- oh god~ I'm cumming~" he moans while thrusting his hips slightly into your mouth

A couple more seconds of sucking his dick with your tongue wrapped around him, He came into your mouth with a satisfied, loud whimper. His cock throbbed aggressively in your mouth as he filled more of your mouth with his cum

You swallowed every bit of it and popped his cock out of your mouth. He was breathing heavily, trying to calm down from his climax. He held your chin to make you look at him. In a breathy voice he said "now it's my turn to return the favor"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

Your a lucky son of a bitch. He told you a couple days before that he was going to take you to a city you've always wanted to go to. You were so excited and happy. When he told you, you hugged him tightly and thanked him over and over again. He convinced mori to give him a couple days off just to celebrate your birthday. With him, it was like you were celebrating your birthday for a whole week.

He booked presidential suites at hotels, he bought whatever you wanted, took you to the most delicious and expensive restaurants and took you to any place you wanted to go.You felt like royalty and that was his intentions. He didn't mind spending a couple thousand dollars just for you birthday. This was his way of showing how much you mean to him.

On the day before you were both going to leave the city. You both woke up to breakfast ready for you (Just remember your at a presidential suite)

The employees made you one of your favorite breakfasts and drinks. Before you ate, he kisses your cheek and puts a hand around your waist "good morning, doll. Is there anything you'd like to do today?" He said in his morning voice

You put your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek "I'm fine with anything that includes us being together" you responded

He chuckles softly "of course we'd be together, love. Do you just want to go to stores and eat some place?"

You agreed to that and then finally ate your breakfast. After getting ready, you both went to stores you have yet to go to. He bought you whatever you wanted. If it was jewelry, books, clothes, collectables, or accessories, he will get it for you.He really spoiled the hell out of you this week.

After shopping he took you to another fancy restaurant, even getting a private room just so you wouldn't be bothered by the public. The restaurant was gorgeous. It had a perfect view of the city. The whole place had fine details, but your private room was breath taking.It was a dome shaped ceiling that was painted as vintage porcelain tea sets. And a huge golden chandelier in the middle that compliments the painted ceiling. The walls weren't even walls, they were windows that showed the view of the city. Words couldn't even begin to describe the restaurant.

The food was just as amazing as the room. If it wasn't so God damn expensive, you'd come there everyday if you could. While eating, you and Chuuya talked about whatever comes to mind. You could tell him anything and he feels the same. Your were both just that close.

After dinner, you both walked around a part of the city you haven't explored yet. Being in a city you always wanted to go to and being with Chuuya was the best thing you could've ever asked for. You both found a bench to sit and admire the view just one last time before you guys go back to Yokohama. After a long day, you were finally back at the hotel in the comfort of the bed.

You went to go take a shower after another long day and before you knew it, Chuuya joined you in the shower

He hugged you from behind and kissed your neck and shoulders "I hope this week was everything you deserve and ever wanted" he says

You laugh "are you kidding? It was more than I could've ever asked for, Chuuya"

He smiles against your neck "that was the point, dear"

You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck "thank you, Chuuya. I mean it" you smile as you kiss his lips

"Anything for you, y/n" he responds before kissing your lips again.The kiss started to get heated. His hands were on your waist while he groaned into the kiss. The kiss was passionate and making you two horny. He suddenly picks you up. Your legs wrapped around his body. He used his ability to hold him steady so he won't slip.

"The night is still young, doll. What do ya say we have some fun?" He says while smirking at you

You smirk back at him "I would like that"

He kissed your lips again. His cock already became hard and he rubbed it against your clit "someone's been waiting all day~" you teased

"What can I say? you drive me mad, doll" he responds

He kisses you again. His cock rubbing faster against you clit. You both moaned quietly into the kiss. He couldn't hold back anymore and he aligned his cock to your entrance, pushing it inside you slowly. You both moaned from the sweet sensation and twitched.His pace was quick. You moan loudly from the sudden wave of pleasure that flowed through out your body. His cock couldn't get enough of how your walls rubbed him.

His moans were shaky and breathy. His grip on your thighs were tight. He pulled away from your lips to leave hickeys on your neck"Fuck, doll~ ngh~ why do you feel so amazing~ I cant get enough of you- ah~!" He whimpers against your neck

"I can say the same- mmn~ I'm so addicted to you, Chuuya~ please, go faster~" you moaned

He loved whenever you moaned his name or praised him. His cock throbbed inside you as his pace became rougher and faster. You both moaned loud from the ecstacy. You are the only one whole could make him so weak in the knees. He couldn't hold much longer from your tight walls and he felt his release

"Fuck~! I'm going to cum, doll~" he moans loudly

His cock kept hitting your womb, making you also fine your climax "don't stop~ ah~! I'm cumming too~"

With a couple more thrusts, he shot his huge load inside you with a loud groan. You came with him while moaning his name. You both hugged each other tightly from the orgasm. You were both breathing heavily, but he smiles and kisses your lips. You smiled into the kiss as well He then puts his forehead against yours and says with a smile "Happy birthday, my love"

💛SIGMA💛

You woke up with Sigma's arms wrapped around you. You smiled softly and slightly started to move. He woke up to hold you tighter and closer. "Happy birthday, dearest" he said in a sleepy voice

He kisses the top of you head. You chuckle softly and hold him back "thank you" you said in your sleepy voice

He sighed deeply before he slowly got out of bed "we should go get breakfast, love. We can go anywhere you'd like to go"

"Really? " You smiled brightly

"Of course, it's your birthday. So we can go anywhere you'd like all day" So then you both went to go get breakfast to anyplace you want to go to and he paid. Then after he took you to stores you'd want to go to a got whatever you wanted. He does own a casino so he's got some coin.

Later on you both went to get some lunch anywhere you wanted to go. If you wanted to go to a fancy place he'd get the most gorgeous and delicious place. He told you he had a surprise for you after lunch. You were excited when he told you.

After lunch he took you to a huge lake. It was glorious. The water was actually clear. The color of the water was bluish mixed with green. The sun light made it glistening. Fish were seen in the water. The trees were tall and the leaves would fall on top of the lake.It was breathtaking.

He then showed you a small little boat "I hope you don't mind going to the surprise on a boat ride " he told you

You didn't mind obviously. It was actually really romantic and sweet. You felt like Ariel from the little mermaid. On the boat ride you admired to view and talked with Sigma. You always made each other fill whole. It was so easy talking to him and he felt the same towards you

The sun was going down and he finally set the boat on land. You both walked up a hill and out a blanket down. He told you to lay down on your back which he did the same after you. When you looked up at the sky, it was filled with stars. It was astonishing "This was the surprise I wanted to show you. I hope you like it" he tells you

You smiled and hugged his arm "it's beautiful. I love it" you put your cheek against his shoulder

He smiles and blushed. He's Glad that you enjoyed the view and loved the surprise. He kissed the top of your head and put the arm that you were hugging around your shoulder. You both just star gazed into the sky while having some deep conversations. It was an amazing day

He took you back home after a long day. You were both exhausted, but as you got back home you hugged him from behind "thank you so much, love" you said with a gentle smile

He blushed "there's no need to thank me, dear. It's the least I can do. I'm glad you had a fun day"

Ugh he's too precious. He turned around to face you and peck your lips. He pulled away, but you brought him back to your lips to have a longer kiss. He kisses back, obviously, and places his hands on your waist. The kiss escalated and became heated. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close.

Your bodies slowly moved towards the bedroom and to the bed.Your body was on top of him and began to kiss his neck. His heart beat was racing "let me take care of you today, dearest"

He tried sitting up, but you pushed him down on his back again " there's nothing more I'd like than to hear you moan, darling" you said just to embarrass him

He blushed and looked away "i-if that's what y-you want, dear"You smirked as you unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard and ready to cum. You stroked his dick at a good speed while kissing his neck, leaving small hickeys.

He was moaning softly. His eyes were closed. You kissed his lips again and stroked him faster. His moans were muffled by the kiss but they were still louder than before. Precum was drenching his cock and it made it easier for your hand to move.

You pulled away from his lips and made your way to his cock. You made eye contact with Sigma as you kissed and licked his pretty cock. He twitched from your warm tongue against his tip.You then began to suck his dick. He moaned and whimpered from the amazing euphoric pleasure. Your tongue was wrapped around him. He honestly thinks he's addicted to how your mouth feels.

His whimpers turned you on so much and made your pussy ache for a cock

"Ah~! It feels so good~ mmn~ don't stop~!" He moans

His words encouraged you to deep throat him. This made his legs tremble. He whimpered louder while clenching on the bed sheets. His back was slightly arched. You felt too good that he already found his release "Fuck~! I'm close~ ngh~ I'm so close~" he whimpers loudly

You kept deep throating him which eventually made him cum inside your mouth. The whimper he let out as he came almost made you cum. You drank all of his cum. You felt his cock throb roughly on your tongue.

His chest was rising up and down quickly. His grip on the bed sheets was slowly becoming relaxed.You pulled him out of your mouth which made him sigh in satisfaction "your.. too good,dear "

You chuckle softly "that's good to know.. I hope you don't mind if we do the real thing now, love. Your whimpers were so beautiful~"

His cheeks were bright red "i- W-well.. I wouldn't mind at all, love"

[bbina]

today has been a total blur

it didn't really occur to you that you'd be quite literally beside your boss at all times through everything. so much that you're flying 10,000 feet in the sky on the way to jeju island for an alleged "work" trip— that wasn't even on his schedule.

as it turns out being the ceo of your own company also meant that he can impulsively take vacations out of his ass. you only found out through kun, on the way to the airport, that this trip was the very reason why your boss was absent during the meeting yesterday with his clients that you had to attend to in his place

now here you were in the beautiful island of jeju, seated at the backseat of a rented bmw convertible while your boss, sunglasses still glued to his face, drives everyone to the hotel accommodation

are you well prepared for the sudden island trip? no. hell, you didn't even bring any swimming clothes. were you expecting to meet future clients and investors that you may or may not have brought a work laptop and formal business attires instead of casual clothes? unfortunately yes

but given that your boss was a man of unpredictability, who actually knows why you were all in jeju

. . .ᝰ.ᐟ

you don't even know why you expected less from your boss. you thought he'd be the type to just settle for a local airbnb but no, chenle pulls up to a sleek resort that resembled greece infrastructures. you probably couldn't even afford one night here if you were being honest

"nice, right?" chenle says, a little smug as he grabs his bags from the trunk. "i've been eyeing this place for awhile now and i only had the chance to go here today"

you can only stare in amazement at how beautiful the place is and the next thing you know the bell boy is now taking everyone's bags and ushering them inside the resort

"want to take a picture? it would last much longer" kun jokes, playfully waving his camera in front of your face, breaking your daze. you shake your head no as you cover your face with your hands

kun laughs and heads inside where chenle was at. he was checking everyone in at the reception desk. by the time you've followed kun, chenle was already holding the keycards to everyone's hotel rooms

"and this is your keycard" chenle hands you the card

"thank you, sir" you say quietly, taking the sleek black card from his hands

"i'll give you 15 minutes to drop off and settle your things in your room then i want you to meet us back here at the lobby" chenle says, reading something on his phone. which what you assume is the itinerary

"anything else i have to bring? like a clipboard, an ipad, or whatever you need?" you ask, taking a mental note where you had placed your work stuff in your luggage

chenle looks up and cocks his head to the side, clearly confused

"don't remind me of work right now. i'm here to have fun" chenle grimaces and you can tell by the way his lips contorts into a deep frown of disgust

your eyebrows twitch at the sight. you almost wanted to tell him then maybe he could've told you beforehand that you were going to go on vacation but instead you just give him a fake smile to show your professionalism

"very well, sir. i'll be on my way" you smile through gritted teeth. you even bowed at him like he was some master you were serving (well you kinda are) before walking away to find your room

when you were out of ear shot, kun chuckles, clearly amused by your dynamics with chenle

"she's always so uptight and professional with you" kun starts

chenle huffs, walking to the opposite direction, "don't care. what's important is that she's good at her job"

kun laughs again, looking at chenle's back that was once rigid with everything going on but it seems like he was starting to fall back and relax

which in his opinion, is definitely a good sign

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . WHY IS MY BOSS KINDA HOT

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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[viiennie]

birthday blues

TW!: TALKS ABOUT SU!C!DE, PILLS, AND LOW MENTAL HEALTH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, IF ANY OF THESE AFFECT YOU NEGATIVELY IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, DO NOT READ THIS

a/n: yesterday was my birthday and the blues are catching up to me haha

gojo satoru x reader

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Its the morning after your birthday.

Nothing feels different.

It's the same ceiling, the same room, and the same bed you've woken up to.

Usually, you'd get up, brush your teeth, make breakfast, and go to work, but today in particular, you can't bring yourself to get up.

I'm not supposed to be alive.

You remember writing letters for your friends last night, during the last hour of your birthday. You poured what was left of your heart into the words you tried so hard to think of. You remember your tears staining the thin papers as you neatly folded them, placing them on your clean desk.

You had given away all the things you treasured to them too, hoping that perhaps when they see that mirror you always brought with you, that hair tie you always had on your wrist, or even that keychain you bought because it looked silly, they would think of you.

You recall yesterday, when those same friends had thrown you a birthday picnic party. You remember seeing Shoko use that mirror to fix her hair, Geto using that hairtie to keep his hair up, and Gojo using that keychain on his phone, the little charms dangling between his fingers. They sang you happy birthday, bought you cake in your favorite flavor with those annoying candles that never blew out, and made sure you stayed smiling and celebrating until the sun had set.

You think it was one of the best birthdays you've had.

You ground yourself back into the present as you look over to the pills laying on the floor, scattered between the dried up tear stains you left behind last night.

The sight invokes nothing out of you, the feeling of hollowness stuck on your chest as you tried to dig for anything in your heart. For sadness, for grief, for even happiness, but there was nothing you could find.

You can't bring yourself to feel sorry for attempting to take your life after telling your friends you'd be looking forward to your next birthday. You couldn't bring yourself to feel angry at yourself, for not even succeeding after a thousand nights of planning and imagining how it would go. You couldn't bring yourself to be thankful that you get to live to see the important people in your life again.

The letters sit untouched on your desk, the uselessness of how you poured out years of your feelings into that damn thing dawning upon you, only for them to never read it.

You sigh, finally deciding to get up and leave your apartment.

┈ ┈ ┈      ୨୧     ┈ ┈ ┈

All Gojo could think about was how beautiful you looked yesterday.

Had he known you loved your birthdays that much, he would've asked the president to declare all 365 days of the year your birthday.

You glowed in a way that was different from usual, the way your smile widened each time his showed off the keychain on his phone to all the strangers in public made his heart melt.

He's walking to your apartment now, a gift in hand. He had saved it for today specifically because he knows you get a little gloomy on the day after your birthday. In the box was the snacks you always loved to eat, an unfathomable amount of it.

He's about to ring the doorbell, but he realizes the door is already unlocked. He raises an eyebrow at the oddness of it. You never usually carelessly left your door unlocked like that.

Quietly, stepping into the small apartment you owned, a feeling of dread is slowly washing over him as he realizes how clean everything is. It's so unnervingly quiet and peaceful, the usual music you liked to blast in the morning nowhere to be heard.

He quietly calls for your name, hoping that maybe you were hiding somewhere, planning to scare him out of his wits. Or maybe this was a prank to get back at him for all the times he pranked you.

There's no response.

He begins to hear his heart beating in his head as he steps into your bedroom.

He feels his entire world crashing down on him when he sees the sleeping pills scattered on the floor. His vision blurs when he sees the letters on top of your desk, neatly arranged in an alphabetical manner of his, Geto's, and Shoko's full names. He takes the paper with his name on it, shaking hands unfolding the paper.

As he reads, he realizes its a letter of goodbyes. He reads about how you're happy you've met him, how you'll always carry the memories of him, even in death. You tell him not to be sad, to just continue being the way he was because you'd be watching over him, that you weren't really gone.

He shakes his head, mind dysfunctional as he hurries over to the front door, desperate to find you. He's shocked when he sees you standing there by the entrance, like a deer caught by headlights.

You realize he has seen the mess you left on the floor and the letter you left behind.

"Satoru, I—"

"Don't leave." He says, arms wrapping around your smaller frame, "I need you here."

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 049 - Lover! Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: Trichotillomania ♡ ˎˊ

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

[ Trichotillomania: Repeated hair pulling habits from stress, anxiety and depression. Do not engage with this fic if you are in a poor mental health state. Familial abuse. Physical abuse. Body Dysmorphia. Depression. Suicidal Ideation. Trichotillomania can be considered as a form of self harm. Other variations of self-harm is in heavy description. Ends in fluff ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Just Somewhere to Hide. Just somewhere. Anywhere. ] ¡! ❞

The only thing that's stopping you from ending things right now is that there is a lack of a knife present in your hands.

The kitchen is just a few steps away. Just one thrust into your heart and it's off to the comfortable embrace of death itself.

But you can't risk that, there's no spot in this godforsaken house you're imprisoned in for a peaceful death. Every corner of the walls around you is a death sentence to invite panic attacks in.

Why can't everyone just shut up and leave you be?

It's not like it's your fault you can't get into fucking college because of the tuition fee. Aren't you saving everyone's fucking wallets from that bullshit?

No one should give a fuck about your lack of education, you can enroll by the time the expenses die down.

You shouldn't have been here in the first place anyway. If it weren't for that single night you wouldn't be born.

But ah, life has a wonderful way of fucking up everything.

You grew pampered, with food served to you in rich flavors and huge amounts. You're thankful for that, you're thankful for the lovely childhood.

Oh how you wish to go back to those days.

But do you really?

Childhood may have been lovely but underneath all the glitters and rainbows were belts and hangers and brooms used to discipline you?

Can't spell a word right?

A smack from a fist.

Can't do your math right?

A smack from a hanger.

Can't translate between two languages fast enough?

A smack from the wood of a broom.

Can't do an essay right?

A smack with a belt.

Maybe childhood isn't lovely either.

Where was the place that you could hide yourself away? School.

Yes.

As much as you hated that place for all it's shitty standards it was a safe place. At least there you can pretend, at least there you can have some form of isolation even if you're being bullied and mocked for how you look and your voice sounds.

It's fine that you undergo discrimination and bullying, at least they're not swinging belts and brooms at you. It's just them destroying your self-esteem.

Not like you have any to begin with thanks to your parents who were even more brutal about your appearance that you now have body dysmorphia on tip of depression and anxiety.

Even if school is a place where teachers normalize humiliating students shamelessly for basic wrongdoings that can be corrected with simple warnings.

Even though that place is full of people who only respect you when they need something out of you, even if that place is a paradise for the pretty girls and a hell for those who don't fit the beauty standard— That place felt safer than anywhere else.

All your life you've never been given privacy because of your privilege. You're luckier than your cousins who have it harder, so be thankful.

But at one point you started wishing for your places to be switched. It's fine that you eat food that is burnt and poorly cooked, it's fine that you have to eat shitty food.

If it meant you can have a little more breather instead of getting anxious that you might have done something to earn the belt— It's fine.

You'd rather starve than anything else.

At some point in your life you started to pull your hair out. It started from a few strands. But all of the sudden there are clumps of hair gathered on the floors.

What did you get instead of receiving help?

A beating.

That's right, a beating.

You got your hair yanked, pinned to the floor, and slapped repeatedly on your helpless situation. When your aggressor was pried off of you— You got kicked on your already helpless situation.

In the end who is the one who asks for forgiveness and gaslit that you being pinned down and slapped is justifiable? You.

You.

The helpless you.

The you who isn't allowed to voice your feelings out so you grew to not know how to tell anyone what you really feel, even to the point that you feared telling your feelings is what will doom you into irreversible damage.

You feared your own emotions.

You feared everything you should have been allowed to fear from the years of abuse. The fear bedded into your soul.

Did you want help?

YES.

Fuck yes you did.

What happened instead? You are guilt-tripped into saying no that you don't need a psychiatrist despite the fact you have major social anxiety, severe trichotillomania and heck— You even cut yourself when you can.

Nothing.

Nothing could help you.

Everything is a prison and you yourself are rotten from the inside out.

No one wanted to help you.

Your family?

Right.

They only fucking insist on caring because the image of a severely mentally ill daughter is bad for their image.

Nobody really cared.

Nobody did.

Even if you cry your heart out nobody could help you.

Nobody wanted to help.

No one.

There's no one there.

Not here.

Not there.

Not anywhere.

You're all alone.

In this vast world that you try to paint into a pretty picture in your head— Not one soul wanted to help you.

The embrace of death seems all the more enticing now that you really think about it.

Why fear it?

Death gives you mercy from the agony of living.

Atleast if you're dead— No one ans nothing can hurt you.

You can sleep all you want while your body rots from six feet under.

You've always been rotten anyway.

Dying won't be any different.

Life always ends in slumber, it's about time for you to dream.

⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ ଳ ‧ ₊ ˚ ⋅ ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪

"My liege!" Beru's panicked voice yells out for his master, instantly jolting Jinwoo awake from his small nap after playing a few rounds after homework. "The empress— She's unwell!"

"Exchange"

The command slipped out of Jinwoo's lips in an instant. He knew what was happening.

Even if he doesn't know the full story of what you've been through— He knew the situation is bad as he feels Beru's heightened anxiety.

Jinwoo can technically peer into your memories and see for himself what really happens. But he didn't. He wanted you to tell him what happened in the years you grew up. He wanted you to tell him what pushed you to whatever the hell happened to you today.

He knew about your destructive habits. It was the result of bottling up your emotions for so long that it created a ticking time bomb that will burst at any moment should the right trigger be pulled.

And when Jinwoo finally materializes from the abyss-like wisps of shadows— He would find himself face to face with your figure staring out at the cityscape as you stand on the ledge.

"Stop, wait!" Jinwoo panics, breaking into sweat when he saw you take a stop.

He yanked your arm back in an instant, letting your back crash against his chest. Jinwoo held you firmly as you thrashed and screamed in his hold.

But ah, his strong arms will not let you go.

He refuses to let go. Knowing the moment he does you will take flight and descend to your demise. Still he was hyper aware of his strength, if he so ever squeeze too much and he might kill you.

As you stretched your palm out to yearn for the ledge— Jinwoo uses his to grab hold of yours and pull it back.

"That's not something you should longing for" Jinwoo says, his voice trembling as he uses his other hand to cover your eyes so you wont see it anymore. "A leap of faith is not what you need."

You kept thrashing in his hold, cursing Jinwoo out for daring to interrupt your final farewell.

But soon he would lift his palm up from your eyes.

As your eyesight adjusts back to the waking world— You find yourself no longer on top of the building you were in a second ago.

Instead in front of you is a vast field of grass with blooming flowers swaying back and forth along with the gentle breeze blowing your way.

Once Jinwoo could tell that you're no longer agitated, his hold becomes gentle, and instead he would just hug you from behind as you both sat on the grass.

Your breath was completely taken away by how pretty the sight is. Every single dark thought you had in your little head is instantly washed away by the peaceful and beautiful sight.

The sky itself is majestic, with full and fluffy clouds drifting about and even the stars blinking so prettily along with a meteor shower.

While your gaze is distracted by everything else, Jinwoo's eyes are on you. He could see another bald spot on your head from your hair plucking habits. At the center of it was a huge gaping wound fresh and still bleeding. He blows on it gently, the wound closing instantly and your strands growing back anew as if nothing ever happened in the first place.

"Better?" He finally asks as he nuzzles the side of your head.

"Mhm." You weakly nod, too distracted to really talk properly.

"I know, I know that I can't tell you that everything will get better" Jinwoo holds you softly, holding you tighter. "It'll be stupid for me to try and tell you about rainbows and whatnot."

"..."

"But if you want to run away, if you want to be somewhere far away like this. Just tell me. Don't go hurting yourself, don't think about leaving this world" He goes on.

You can't see him directly, but you knew by the tremble of his voice that he must be crying. And yet Jinwoo pretends to be strong. The one who needs comfort is not him, but you.

"When the world is too cruel on you, when everything is just too painful for your, when you just want to cry— Turn to me." Jinwoo said, no— He was pleading you. "I'll take you here. Just you and me. Just us."

A place of solace.

A paradise for both of you.

A place where no one can hit you, no one can yell at you, a place where you can let your guard down.

The thought of that caused you to break into tears. You wanted to tell him what you feel. What you think. What happened and why you're like this. But instead you only sob.

You can only cry your sorry little heart out, you let out all the screams and tears you've been hiding because you will be guilt-tripped for having emotions. For being weak.

Yet this man wasn't doing any of that. Instead he was rubbing your back as if he understood what you were trying to tell him in your tears.

You don't have to hurt yourself. Not as long as he's here. If it's a hero you need then he will be your saviour. Jinwoo wants to show you that you are loved.

If not by the world, then by him.

He will love you, more than he has now.

The world is beautiful, and you have unfortunately been too exposed to the ugliness of everything. So he will be your beacon of light.

He'll hold your hand and show you everything that should have been shown to you in the first place. He'll pamper you to the point that you'll forget your destructive habits.

After all, those came to life because of your environment.

In the hellhole that you are imprisoned in, he'll pull you out to take you home. A home for you and him.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: What a way to start my Lover series hahah. I just needed this fic so bad so I'm sorry for introducing my new series like this. If you are in need of professional help please reach out immediately should you are able to. Please don't bottle up your emotions. You're only hurting yourself. If you are unable to reach out to therapists then please talk to your friends or close people for comfort. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[wileys-russo]

Ingrid engen, locker room, “how do you manage to look so good”

celebrations II i.engen

you gripped jana's hand tightly as the minutes wound down past the allocated injury time, now just waiting the whistle to blow as everyone stood, both you and the younger girl on your right near breaking one anothers hands with the hold you had.

"blow it!" you yelled in frustration as another minute ticked by, a chorus of the same words echoing out from the bench as the mountain of chelsea fans boo'd behind you but it was all just white noise at this point.

until finally, the whistle.

errupting in cheers all of you on the subs bench, coaches and staff included, sprinted onto the pitch to hug the eleven on the field, ignoring the symphony of jeers and boo's from the home fans around you.

none of it mattered, barcelona had done it for the fourth year in a row, you were all off to the champions league final.

you laughed as cata lifted you, screaming to the high heavens as you joined in, dropped back down and embracing her in a tight hug before moving onto several of your other teammates, a scarf wrapped around your neck at some point.

"vi gjorde det!" you screamed as you launched at your national teammate, frido hugging the life out of you with a happy yell as you rambled at one another in swedish, faces near breaking in half from the happy grins plastered to them.

"i think you are forgetting one very special person älska." frido laughed, spinning you around and shoving you in the opposite direction as your eyes locked with bright green ones that twinkled happily.

you sprinted to close the gap between you both, your girlfriend bracing knowing what was to come as you jumped at her, legs wrapping around her waist and arms around her neck as she laughed and nearly stumbled over given you were barely half a head shorter.

"you did it." you whispered into her neck. "we did it." the norweigan corrected, kissing your cheek and holding you tightly for a moment more before settling you carefully down on your feet.

"i am so proud of you ingrid." you promised softly, the roar and cheering around you fading to a dull buzz as if the two of you were the only ones around, trapped in your little bubble as your girlfriend smiled.

"i am so proud of us." the brunette corrected making you roll your eyes. "stop that! take a compliment for once sötsaker." you bumped your shoulder into hers. "thank you kjærlighet." she smiled, your thumbs tracing her jawline for a moment before a body jumped onto your back and you were both jolted back into group celebrations.

the entire hour you were on the pitch celebrating the two of you hovered close, never out of one anothers sights and never more than a couple of feet away, until eventually things were wrapped up and you all headed back to the locker room.

bottles popped and music filled the small room as celebrations never dimmed, everyone hurrying to shower and change as to be back on the bus in time and back to the hotel for the evening where no doubt the good mood would only grow.

sprinting ahead you were one of the first in the showers, you'd played the first sixty minutes and then been subbed off but soaking wet from the rain the way your uniform clung to you was driving you near mad so a hot shower was first on your list.

to your surprise when you returned dressed in warm and thankfully dry clothes your girlfriend was still sat chattering away with aitana and frido, not even having taken her boots off yet as you smiled with a shake of your head.

seeing you return aitana was quick to race off hoping to claim her own spot in a shower, frido chatting with the pair of you before her attention was turned away and then it was just you and your norweigan.

"how do you manage to look so good." you stated suddenly as the girl raised an eyebrow at you curiously. "played the whole game, wet and sweaty and tired, but you've never looked more beautiful." you spoke sincerely, watching with a smile as her cheeks flushed red.

"flørte." the girl smacked you gently with her shin pad as you laughed and sat down beside her, grabbing out her clothes for her as she wrestled to get her wet socks off.

"ingrid!" you gasped as she slapped you in the head with them with a grin, shoving her playfully away from you. "i tell you that you look beautiful and you smack with me wet smelly socks, i could do so much better." you sighed with a shake of your head.

"hey!" your girlfriend pouted making your lips tug into a smile as you leaned in to sweetly kiss it away, her hand on the back of your head keeping you there for a few seconds longer before at the sound of wolf whistles you broke away.

blushing you threw your shoe at patri who ducked and made kissy faces at you before bruna tapped her in the back of the knee sending her stumbling and sending you a grin before taking off as patri charged after her.

"go and shower, we need to be on the bus in fifteen minutes so no washing your hair!" you warned as the norweigan rolled her eyes. "its fine, we will shower again tonight." the taller girl shrugged collecting what she needed as you gave her a curious look.

though at the one she gave back you suddenly realized what she was insinuating as your face warmed and she chuckled. "i love you." she promised, pecking your lips a few times before finally going to shower.

"i love you!" jana mocked making kissy faces as you raised an eyebrow and your other remaining shoe and she backed off with her hands held high in a silent surrender.

"hola bruna, help me hide patri's stuff while she showers!"

[purinfelix]

Gavi bf headcannons 👉👈

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a/n: aaaa haven't written for my baby in agesss thank u for this req anon !! (ik it's preeeetty old so i hope u don't mind sjdnfdksjnf)

★ was actually quite shy before the two of you started dating, and even at the beginning of your relationship - just because he seemed intimidated by the idea of you and didn't want to put a foot wrong when talking with you

★ but as soon as he got comfortable with you he's talking your ear off about everything

★ like i just know he has the craziest gossip from the lockerroom and has opinions on absolutely EVERYTHING

★ just so so so clingy like you're literally amazed at how he used to function before the two of you started dating bc now he can't go more than like a day without seeing you

★ it isn't like a possessive clinginess (in reality it's actually a lot simpler) - he just knows he feels happy around you, and he loves you, so why wouldn't he want to spend every waking minute with you?

★ like, if there is a situation in which you have to spend time apart he's not going to stop you, but just know he's not going to enjoy it at all and the minute you reunite he'll have to make up for lost time

★ that and maybe a thousand texts about how much he misses you or tiktoks because everything he sees reminds him of you

★ love language is 100% physical touch like is there even a question ...

★ and it's more than just hugs and kisses it's interlocked pinkies, goodnight kisses on the back of your nape - if the two of you are lying on the couch or bed doing your own thing he'll throw a leg over yours just to feel your touch

★ thinking about that time kuonde said he's really fun to tease bc he's so easy to rile up ... yeah

★ like of course it's all loving but you just love the look on your boyfriend's face when you tease him - his pout and pleading eyes ...

★ definitely not a morning person at all, you've spent way too many mornings struggling to wriggle out of his grip in fear of being late for work/class

"Baby, I need to go," you say sternly, though given the fact that you're boyfriend's eyes are still closed you don't feel confident you're going to get your way. "Mmf," is all you get in response, as well as him strengthening his grip on you and burying his face into the side of your stomach.

★ (just remembered that clip of him snoring LOL) - which you actually didn't notice for like a year into your relationship because he always made sure you fell asleep first, it just makes it easier for him to rest knowing you're comfortable

★ but one night when u woke up to get some water you were absolutely shocked by how loud he could be (you opted to sleep on the couch that night because you wouldn't have been able to rest otherwise - but he came and found u in less than an hour because the empty space next to him woke him up)

★ as much as he hates to admit it, he lovesss being babied like he'll try to hold out as long as he can and put on a big manly front but the minute you're cooing and calling him pet names he's melting immediately

★ doesn't fully understand things like makeup/hair/clothes but what he does know is when his girlfriend looks extra beautiful

"I like that thing you did with your hair today, it's really pretty," he hums as the two of you are getting ready to leave on a date. "Oh? My blowout?" "Yeah, sure, it looks good on you - same as when you get those little white lines on your nails done." "French tips?" "Yeah, you tell your nail lady that and I'll pay for it."

[nymphomatique]

I NEED MORE OF LOSER NERD MIGUEL PLEASEEEEE YOU'VE AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME

ask and you shall receive they say! here’s some more word vomit 2 hold u over while the full fic is loading 🤭

cw: mean reader LOL she calls miguel a bitch, foot humping, spit, shoe licking🫣, d/s play, miguel is down horrendous, hair pulling. might have missed smt but oh well. also this isn’t proofread oops lolz. but enjoy!! 💋

in #my opinion i think that loser boy miguel is into the degrading stuff. like the more embarrassing it is for him the more it turns him on.

setting the scene for you: miguel is over at your dorm doing you online lab work for you on your laptop while you’re getting ready to go out. naturally you have on the skimpiest number, tits out, ass out, the body is hypnotic, the whole nine.

miguel steals glances of you because while you may be a little bit of a bitch sometimes, god were you beautiful. you catch him staring and sneer at him and it makes him blush and duck his head down once more to do his- your homework.

the finisher? the heels you put on. they’re patent black pumps, red bottoms naturally. and miguel absolutely loses it. he feels his dick start to twitch in his sweats instantly and is already blushing a furious red.

“what’s got you excited, dweeb?” you tease, putting on your earrings. “bet your little nerd dick got hard looking at me, huh.”

he doesn’t say anything and just blushes even more and you laugh because he really is hard! nerd or not, one thing you can’t deny is the meat miguel is packing. you could fit some fun for the two of you before your uber came, if you were fast that is.

“promise it’s not cus i’m a perv.. i swear.. you look nice. s’all.” miguel sputters under your intense gaze.

“yeah? what part of me do you think looks the nicest, hmm?” you say while sauntering over him. he looks down at your shoes silently and you see the tent in his pants twitch. “you got a fucking shoe fetish, freak?” you giggle.

“n-no! it’s not-” he tries but you’re already thinking of how to embarrass him.

“don’t lie to me. you like the mommy dom shit, huh? well, come hump mommies foot.” you say standing only two feet away from where he’s sitting on the bed. he stares up at you with his glasses widening his already blown out eyes. “or don’t. i don’t have all day.”

with that he moves your laptop aside and strips down to his briefs. he makes his way to walk over to you but an idea strikes you. “crawl to me.”

and crawl he does, his tan skin and blooming back musculature making it’s way towards you on all fours.

“good boy. kiss my shoes and thank them before you start.” you say, your downcast gaze holding all the same authority and tension as your tone. he places both of his hands on the floor and begins to lower his lips to your shoe, his full lips making contact with your shoe.

“t-thank you, mistress, f- for letting me use your shoe to get off.” he says shakily, eyes averting your gaze. your mouth pulls into a small smile at his pathetic display. you almost laugh.

“i’m pleased. you may begin.” and miguel wastes no time, his swollen dick making itself seen in his boxer print. once again, you find yourself impressed at the heavy dick miguel packs. you figure it was probably given to him in place of a backbone. he scoots until his length is at the tip of your leather clad toes and he slowly begins to grind against your foot, letting out soft exhales of air.

“hurry up, i don’t have all day.” you spit, getting a little impatient at the time he’s taking. wordless, he speeds up his humping at your foot, his hand coming up to your leg, gripping your calf and the other hand placed palm down next to your foot to steady himself. as he speeds up, his moans come out louder and more frequently, his praises seeming to slip in with them.

you’re greatful for his height, because even on his knees, the top of his head reaches your lower stomach. you grab a fist full of his thick hair and jerk his head back so he can face you, and his expression sends a wave of heat through you. his face is flushed, eyes watering, mouth open spilling out moans of “thank you, mistress, so g-good.. i’m your good boy.. wanna be good..”

“wanna be good, huh? open your mouth for me then,” and without hesitation, he opens his mouth to you, and you spit into his mouth, some hitting the corner of his lip. “close your mouth and swallow it, bitch boy.” ever so eager to follow instructions, he does with a sated expression on his face. your spit seems to have excited him more, considering he’s fully thrusting against your foot now.

“c-can i cum please mistress? it hurts so bad. n-need it please, need you. f-fuuuck,” his pleading makes something in your chest tighten, seeing the power you have over this six foot two hunk of musculature beneath you, jumping at your foot like a depraved animal. he’s looking up at you, your hand still present in his messy hair, and with a cruel smile, you allow him to cum. “cum for your mistress.”

with a few more thrusts, he releases a heavy moan and cums into his briefs, occasionally twitching during his come down. before he gets a chance to speak, you push him off your leg and place a shoe to his balls, pressing ever so slightly, releasing a pert whimper out of miguel. “you made a mess of my louboutins.” you say flatly. “clean them.”

he takes no time to get on his knees and begin to lick your heel clean of his semen. you laugh at the sight, and even more when you see he’s sporting the beginning of another erection.

“fucking pathic,” you chortle. with your uber outside, you push your heel against his forehead and begin to walk away to get your purse as if nothing happened. “finish my homework and get the fuck out, if i see you’re still here when i get back, you’re cleaning the soles of my shoes next.” and with that, you leave your dorm with miguel in his soiled underwear on your floor, and your shoes sporting a new shine.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mad

Debut: Wario's Woods (NES)

Whoa! This mermaid is Pissed! Though I guess "Mad" could just be a shortening for something beautiful and elegant like "Madeline" or "Maddison" or perhaps "Madwoman". Either way, she is one of seven bosses that Toad can fight in Wario's Woods, a drop-down puzzle game for the NES (and SNES, but we'll get to that in a minute) most notable for being the last officially-licensed game released on the console, a whole four years into the lifespan of the SNES! We've already gone over most of the Wario's Woods denizens in a couple of posts, but with the exception of the NES bosses!

Original video credit: NintendoComplete on Youtube

The bosses in this game all play pretty much identically, summoning enemies and occasionally teleporting around. To damage them, you line up the thingies of the same color next to them, as you can see in the gif above. Yuppppp. She also appeared in Super Mario-Kun, where she is shown to be a shapeshifter!

I searched everywhere for more, but since Super Mario-Kun is apparently both very poorly archived and approximately three infinities long, here's some highlights courtesy of her Super Mario Wiki page! Wario has enthralled her by poisoning the lake she resides in, and after a fight, Mario and co. cure her by....... having Yoshi drink and subsequently urinate her out. Turns out this mermaid really was Pissed after all I guess.

Anyway, after that, her true form is revealed: a big fat anthropomorphic fish in a dress. If you don't think she's just as beautiful, get out of my sight. That's where I’d leave off the post normally, but as you may have noticed, we haven't yet touched on the SNES release of Wario's Woods. This brings us to the second half of the post...

Original video credit: World of Longplays on Youtube

Name: Aqualea

Debut: Wario's Woods (SNES)

Finally, someone calls Toad out on his trademark foolhardiness! Yes, Wario's Woods (SNES) includes a mermaid boss just like its NES counterpart. The odd thing here to me is not just that they went to the trouble of making a unique character that still sticks so close to Mad's design rather than outright cutting and pasting her into WW(SNES); but that of WW(SNES)'s seventeen non-Wario bosses, only one of them seems to bear any similarity to WW(NES)'s six.

Why go to the trouble of designing unique boss casts across both releases? Why not just distribute WW(NES)'s comparatively scanty lineup into WW(SNES)'s, which is almost three times as large? I mean, as a writer for a blog which hinges around novel and bizarre designs in the Mario franchise, I should really be thankful, but from a development standpoint it is just so odd! Especially considering both versions were designed and released concurrently! I think the most likely explanation here is poor coordination between design teams, though they did still have one member in common, so who's to say?

Anyway, all of that is to say that the circumstances surrounding Aqualea's conception are kind of infinitely more interesting than her design itself. Sorry, Aqualea! Although my sapphic sensibilities make it pretty hard to write you off completely, your cute-girl-ness can only get you so far, and novelty is unfortunately very much not on your side here.

Above, you can see how the boss gameplay differs from WW(NES). Instead of taking place on a single field, it now takes place across two, as is more traditional for competitive drop-down puzzle games. I really enjoy the unique SMB2(USA)-style sprite sets every boss has for this purpose. Seems like a good opportunity for a very niche ROM hack, if you ask me!

Every boss is also given a unique "lose" sprite for when you've defeated them. These are usually just a given boss's face in a distraught expression, but Aqualea is exceptional in that regard. I will now leave you with what is, in my opinion, the single most charming lose sprite of any boss in Wario's Woods (SNES):