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𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 : celeste, i miss you.
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forever going to miss the aot writing fandom in 2020-2021
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that feeling that no matter where you go, what you do, or who you talk to—you will always be out of place
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boothill will be MINE
#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ celeste talks !#i can’t wait#i am guaranteed but i gotta get more jades#hehe#im excited for him#riding that cowboy
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update im not even halfway there
clorinde farming begins now
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clorinde farming begins now
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PREGNANCY CONFLICTS - boothill x reader
- boothill "passes" a few days after you announce your pregnancy. he's soon returned to you as a cyborg, and has a rough time with all of the realizations he discovers during your pregnancy.
- thank u guys sm for all the compliments im getting in my inbox about my idea and my writing i love every single one of u guysssss 💋 💋 and now the fic for my idea is finally here! i hope you guys enjoyyyyy
- mentions of insecurity, PREGNANCY, boothill is sad in this shdjfjsks so pretty much hurt no comfort in a very mild way, "M,d,y" means month, day, year, his way of death is not canon i made something up!!! wc 1.5k
Boothill has always talked about being a father. With how optimistic about your guys’ future he was, you could already tell he’d be a great, great father. So when you announced your pregnancy to him, he was ecstatic.
He spun you around in the air, putting you down to kiss you passionately. To him, all of his dreams have come true. As if you’ve given him a strong purpose in life, to not only protect you but to protect his little, and hopefully more to come.
“Thank you,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he held you tightly. “Thank you for giving me such an opportunity.”
But then a few days after you announced it to him, he went missing. You spent day and night trying to contact people, get cops on the case, and go out there with someone yourself and try to find him. The cops brought a necklace, splotched in blood, with your initials on it. Saying they found his body and it was barely recognizable. They knew it was him because of the necklace around his neck and the wedding band that was stuck on a stray tree branch.
As both of those were returned back to you, you felt as if you couldn’t look at them without absolutely breaking down. You were set under the impression that he was gone forever. You felt horrible- not only for yourself, but the life you assumed your baby would have, being born into a world where they only have a mother who's trying her absolute best to provide and make sure their life goes as smoothly as possible.
On the 16th week of your pregnancy was when you heard a knock on the door late at night. Who could it be at this hour? You irritatingly got up and walked over to see who would be there.
It was who you were least expecting.
Boothill.
You stood there, unable to register what was happening. You had a hand on your stomach and the other was gripping the door handle. He stopped and stared at you back before beginning to speak.
“Y/n,” he said, nearly a whisper before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t step back, which was a good thing in his eyes.
“Boothill? What- how- huh?” You were absolutely speechless, unable to register the man standing in front of you. He’s dressed a lot differently then how you last saw him- he looked so western. He was western before he was pronounced dead, the accent is what got you in the first place. He’d always go to bars and all of that.
But he never looked so… out of place.
You’ve never seen the boots he had on before. You’ve never seen those pants (why do they look so slutty?) and his shirt was a whole other thing.
But the thing that intrigued you the most was that he was still standing, alive in front of you, but with a fully metal body.
“Come in and explain yourself,” you sighed, turning around and leading him into the all-too-familiar place. It still smelled the same way it used to, flowers and vanilla. He sat down on the white couch, leaning back into the same fabric he knew all that time ago.
But the difference was, he couldn’t feel it.
“How are you here? There's no way you’re real,” you shake your head, standing up and leaning into his face. You grab his chin lightly, turning his head both way before running your hands through his still silky hair. “Answer my questions.”
“Alright, shoot em.”
“When did you get me pregnant?” You ask, still looking into his now different eyes.
“Four months ago. You should be 16 weeks now.”
You nodded. “When's my birthday…?”
“M,d,y.”
You nodded. He was on it, and it’s convincing you even more that he was your Boothill.
“Lastly, why are you metal?”
“My body was destroyed. Y’ probably remember it,” he looked down at his hands before bringing them up to your cheek. You slightly flinched from the chill before nodding for him to continue his story. “I don’t remember th’ exact details, but jus’ say it was a failed mission.”
You looked at him up and down before sitting beside him.
“D’you still… love me?” He mumbled, almost soft enough that you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention.
You took a moment of silence before responding to his question. “Of course I do. You’re my husband, Boothill.”
To that he smiled and brought you into a strong kiss. One passionate and greedy- he’s been starved of you as you have of him for the past four months. Once he broke it off, you both connected your foreheads before going back into a full blown make out session.
Your pregnancy is incredibly taxing for the cyborg to handle. Instead of flesh and blood he has metal. He can’t feel you, and to him, it’s the worst feeling in the world. He truly wishes he could turn back time to right before the night of the accident.
He wishes he was able to return home safe, so he could be there for your whole pregnancy. He basically missed the entire first trimester!
At this point, you marked 32 weeks. Your pregnancy was very noticeable and Boothill took a lot of pride in being alongside you, shedding his insecurities as soon as he left the house.
He’s always been a very clingy man. He’s always wanted your touch and attention whenever he’d get home from whatever it was he’d do for work during the day, and he’d always receive it.
But now, he needs to use his head to feel you. He’s always found lying down on your stomach in his free time, so he can feel his child. He is unable to feel kicks with any other parts of his body, so he relies on that.
“‘Hill, I need to go to the bathroom. You might need to move in a second here-” you started, but he looked up at you and began to speak over you.
“Alright, alright… but’cha better come right back, please?”
You nodded before shuffling out of the bed, motioning for him to get up and help you off of the mattress and up on your feet. Once he easily pulls you up, he flops back down as he watches you close the door connected to your room.
He thought hard in those two minutes you were gone. Very hard. To the point he thought he was going to have a breakdown.
He regretted everything. He regretted engaging in the enemy's tricks. He regretted leaving you lonely for so long. And what he regrets most is returning to you like this.
A hunk of metal, who can be destroyed as many times as possible. He’ll always be able to have his body replaced. His head and hair were the only human thing about the man.
He believes you deserve so, so much better. You deserve a man who can live his life to the fullest and actually be able to be there for you during your vulnerable times, and not let grief get in the way. You deserve someone capable of giving you more children in the future, and he believes your baby deserves a dad who can be there for him and be normal.
He might even be worried about judgment. He’s not sure. He feels so emotional yet so dull at the same time.
“Boothill? Is everything alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past minute,” you said from next to him. How did he not even realize your presence?
“Hah? Yea, I’m fine. How’re ya’ feeling?” He says in his usual tone, trying to swiftly play off his thoughts not even ten seconds ago. “How’s baby doin’ in there?”
You let out a soft giggle before placing your hand on his cold knee. “We’re well. I’m concerned about what just happened with you though. Tell me, what is on your mind?”
The man sighs and shakes his head before resting it back on your belly. “Nothin’ to worry your pretty head off about.” He simply left it at that and nothing more.
When it came time for labor, he was truly nervous. Every attempt he made at trying to make physical contact with you in that time failed, because his hands were either too hard or too cold. He backed off and watched from the sidelines as you brought his little baby girl into the world.
He so desperately wanted to hold her, and you could see the urge in his eyes. She looked so much like him. She had his gorgeous silky black and white hair with your eyes. He thought she was an angel brought from heaven.
Once he finally got to hold her, he was told to keep her swaddled in the blanket she was wrapped in. All was well until she started crying due to the cold of his arms, and the baby was taken off into tests before he could even blink.
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i have that stupid fucking bakugo oi oi oi oi audio in my head and it’s driving me insane
#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ celeste talks !#my god#what the fuck was 2020??#i’m doing my best to ignore it#BUT IT WONT GO AWAY
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it fucking came ugh
convinced my period is coming tomorrow ugh
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kinda thinking about how hard it might be on boothill if he ever got u pregnant 😞 // TW PREGNANCY
obviously as we know he's a cyborg. he probably can't get you pregnant in this state but maybe right before he was turned into a cyborg you announced it to him. he was so happy, you both always talked about children but never had the opportunity to have one until then.
a few days later, you heard of his "death," and then found out he was brought back to you as a cyborg. he soon realized that he's all metal now.
he can't feel you.
this posed a huge problem to him. as you grew bigger and bigger, the baby also grew bigger and bigger, and that was his issue. he can't feel when the baby kicks, he can't feel your changing body.
his face and hair are the only parts of his body that he can use to feel things. but he also understands that he cannot always rest his head on your belly. which also makes him rather upset.
and then he feels like he ruined your whole entire pregnancy experience because of his robotic body, and how he spent the majority of it silently mourning over what he couldn't have and not enjoying what he did have.
i wanna write a fic and elaborate abt this does anyone want me to 🤔
#˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ celeste recommends !#the angst this early#omg..#this is so good#i wanna hear more#sobbing rn tho
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convinced my period is coming tomorrow ugh
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CLORINDE DRIP MARKETING I AM IN LOVEEEEE
#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ celeste talks !#oh my god#IM SO HAPPY#she’s so cute i cannot wait for her#I HAVE BEEN WAITING FIR THIS
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wish veritas was in bed with me rn
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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. semi public, reader wears a dress, meanie boothill, fem! reader
you were awfully late to the party your friends were throwing tonight— although, it wasn't your fault, not at all.
in reality, boothill was to blame.
here's the deal, it's not necessarily his fault, so do not blame him too much, okay? because it's you, you were wearing the prettiest outfit, enhancing the natural curves of your body and hugging your breasts just right.
ugh, boothill just couldn't help but drool at the sight.
he just couldn't keep his hands off you, it started with a subtle touch against your lower back before he wraps his arm around your waist to press you against his chest. your eyes meet as you made it so easy for him to pin you to the wall in an abandoned street, his hungry lips instantly attacking your neck.
he licks across your skin and roughly kneads your breasts, sucking at your neck down to your collarbones until he could vividly feel your heart thump beneath your hot skin. an addicting electricity rushes through your veins as you whine out his name, becoming quite sensitive once he twirls your nipple through your dress and playfully bites your neck.
to your boyfriend, you made the most seductive sounds, so sweet and high-pitched and desperate. it sets his loins on fire, fueled by your leg ever so often brushing against his hard erection. you're lured in by his touch and sweep one hand into his hair before watching him through lidded, hazy eyes. wanting more.
but oh look at the time? what are you doing?
"hmm, we have to go now, baby," you hear boothill chuckle, his voice revealing a groan as he murmurs at you, "you don't want to be late, right? to the party?" fuck, you need him so bad you feel a domineering frustration suffocate the air surrounding your frames.
"oh hey, what's that?" he mumbles into your mouth further, teasingly licking over your bottom lip before lightly pressing his thigh against your clothed cunt, revealing your soaked panties to the fabric of his pants.
"looks like you're going to have to wait until we get back home from the party now."
©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify
#˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ celeste recommends !#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ yoru !#hehehe#he’s so sexy#i love him#yoru you’ve ignited my brainrot again#AHHH
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This is your god? Your amazing lyricist?
#i hate her fan base genuinely#sure she has some good music#but you can’t deny her past with racists and men who are conservative#she’s a joke LOL
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ꕤ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . random slightly suggestive hcs for gn!reader with aventurine ノ boothill ノ gallagher ノ sunday . not explicit but not for minors shoo shoo !
ノ aventurine, tasting the gentle and respectful love for the first time, always asks if anything he’s doing is alright with you, checking every single time if you like it or not, wanting to hear how you feel about this — there’s something bittersweet in knowing that it was this easy to consider the feelings of the other person, which leaves him puzzled. he asks quietly against your skin if you can do the same in return. he wants so badly to tell you how your touch is affecting him . . .
ノ boothill cannot silence the amused chuckle whenever there’s a spark of electricity between your fingertips and his metallic body. how you jolt back despite his arms keeping you in place, squirming from the sudden sensation and frowning a little. but then he takes your hand in his and presses his mouth to the tingling spot, soothing it with a kiss — ending it with a playful nibble of his sharp teeth so you won’t think he’s too sweet . . .
ノ gallagher wants you to scratch his back with your nails, claw at his arms, bite into his hand that muffles your whimpers and mewls. nothing you do could possibly hurt him — not when his skin is so thick, so coarse — but the feeling of you clinging to his body so desperately makes him feel alive, rushing the blood in his veins. that’s a payback for whatever he’s doing with you, perhaps always a little worried if he goes overboard, but hey, you can (try to) give him the same treatment . . .
ノ sunday cannot imagine ripping your pretty clothes — especially if they’re expensive or gifted by him — so he meticulously slides them off of your body, dragging the process just to tease you with the fleeting touch of his hands. how his fingers press into your skin when he puts them behind the waistband or under your sleeves. simply because he wants to see you fixing your outfit later as if nothing happened between you two, not a single thread ripped from the fabric . . .
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i think i finished it after over 15 hours (ik im slow)
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