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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Hawks Getting Y/n Pregnant After A Rut

This was a request but I can’t find the ask where it was requested, but it certainly was requested.

Genre: fluff

Type: headcannon/drabble

Word Count: 1.7K Words

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of rut, children, vomiting, Keigo being a bit of an asshole, doctors, mentions of sensory overload, mentions of blood, crying, reader calls Kei ‘daddy’ as a joke once,

Other: I did my best to keep it gender neutral, so there aren’t any gendered pronouns used for the reader, so they could be non binary or trans masc. Also, I do plan on never getting pregnant and have never been pregnant before so I really have no experience and no qualifications to be writing on this subject so let’s just see how this turns out.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

“Kei.”

“Nope.”

“Kei.”

“I said no.”

“I said yes.”

“Well too damn bad. I’m not carrying you.”

“It’s your damn fault I can’t walk, you fucked me for five days straight this time around, I literally can’t feel my legs. You will carry me.”

“Except it isn’t my fault I have ruts, I’m not in control.”

“It was your dick fucking me, Kei. No one else’s, so it’s your fault.”

This was a normal occurrence in the springtime, right after Keigo’s ruts. The small fight over your capabilities.

“You can walk to the bathroom yourself.” Keigo was in bed next to you, arms crossed. “It’s literally been a whole ass week.”

“You fucked me for five days!” you exclaimed. “Do you really expect me to be up and running the same amount of time after that?”

“Yes!” Keigo exclaimed. “It’s not like I hurt you or anything, you barely did anything the whole time, you’re fine!”

You leaned across the bed to glare him in the eyes, examining his slitted pupils for any sign that he might back down. You found none.

“Ughhhh fiiiiiine I’ll walk.” you groaned, throwing the blankets aside and standing up. Your legs were still sore, but you could maneuver them well enough. “Asshole.” you grumbled

“Oh yes, I’m the asshole.” he smirked, sitting back. You rolled your eyes, pausing for a moment to hold onto the edge of the bed.

“Something doesn’t feel right...” you muttered.

“Seriously, Y/n? I said I wasn’t carrying you so-”

“No, Kei I’m not joking, I feel sick.”

“I’m sure you’re just hungry.” Keigo waved you off, seemingly uncaring about your situation. You shot him another glare that he totally missed. Suddenly, you felt something move up in your body, and you launched yourself into the bathroom to crouch over the toilet.

“Babe?” Keigo sat up in bed, trying to peek into the bathroom. He blanched when he heard you gasp, and then a loud splat noise. He was on his feet in an instant, crouching next to you as you wiped your mouth with toilet paper.

“I fuckin told you...” you grumbled, and he rubbed your back worriedly.

“Boy who cried wolf!” he exclaimed “I’m sorry, baby, are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” you snapped, and he frowned. “I’m sorry, no, I’m not okay- hold up- more’s coming-”

You threw up the next day too.

And the day after that.

One the fourth day, Keigo was panicking, insisting he take you to the doctors.

“I keep telling him I’m fine, I probably just caught a stomach bug or something.” you shrugged, sitting on the uncomfortable table bed thingie inside the doctor’s office. Keigo was in the chair behind you, holding your hand.

Not for your comfort, but for his.

He hated the sterile smell of the doctors, hated the smooth white walls with charts hanging from them, too bright lights stabbing at his eyes, and the smooth way the doctors spoke was all too similar to his handlers from the commission.

You wanted to get the visit over with and get Keigo out of here before he went into sensory overload, you knew just how much he hated hospitals and doctors, and while it was sweet that he would force himself to go through it for you, you didn’t want him to.

“I keep telling them they’re not fine,” Keigo grumbled. “Look at them, they don’t look fine and I keep telling them something’s wrong but-”

“Please don’t start to fight in my office,” the doctor sighed, she glanced between you and Keigo. “I understand Hawks goes through ‘ruts’ as you would call them in the springtime, and during that time he is much more fertile than usual. Have the two of you just finished one of those ruts?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “It lasted five days this time.” Keigo nodded.

“DO you think maybe I got them sick?” Kei worried, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Keigo have you ever heard of someone getting sick after sex and not- oh oh, Doctor are you implying-”

“Yes, I am, you should probably get tested for it. We can do a blood test, they’re more accurate.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“I’ll send you to the Hematologist,”

“The what?”

“Blood doctor, Keigo. I need a blood test.”

“So I did get you sick!”

“Oh my god Keigo, no, just- we’ll see what happens.”

“Is it normal that I’m confused?”

“Unfortunately, it’s very normal.”

Keigo continued to be confused and worried for the next few days, at least until you got an email.

“Why’s this one so important?” Keigo pouted. “And why can’t I read it with you?”

“It’s the result of the blood test.” you explained, clicking on the email and scrolling past the formalities to get to the result

“So basically it’s the result of whether my cum is toxic or not...” Keigo was laying on the bed near your feet while you were sat up on your laptop.

“Your cum isn’t toxic, Kei.” you chuckled, reading through the email. “I would have gotten ‘sick’ much sooner if your cum was toxic.”

“How do you know my cum didn’t just- suddenly become toxic?” he exclaimed

“Keigo. Stop. Your cum is not toxic.” you sighed, finally reaching the results.

Your lips lifted up and you started to practically buzz with excitement. You cupped your hands over your mouth and squealed. Keigo lifted his head up, staring at you in confusion.

“Babe? What happened?” His wings twitched as you shut the laptop, setting it aside and flinging yourself at him. Your arms squeezing his midsection tight. “Ah shit- Y/n what’s going on? Why are you so happy?” He sat up, pulling you into his lap. “I’m not against you smiling and cuddling me but I am still very much confused.”

“Keigo, I’m pregnant!” you squealed, holding onto his shoulders, your face was stretched wide in a bright smile “We’re gonna have a baby!”

“Wait- what?” His face immediatelty lifted

“Yes! We’re gonna have a kid!”

“Holy shit, really?” He hands flew to your stomach “My kid is in there?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to keep it from quivering, his hands were shaking against your stomach.

“Yes, Keigo. You’re gonna be a dad!” He let out a warbled sort of chirp, pressing his face into your neck. His breath fanned out over your skin, and you could feel moisture against it.

“I’m so happy!” he whispered, voice wavering slightly “Fuck I’m so happy with you, I- I’m gonna be a good dad for our little chick.” his hand rubbed circles against your belly. You traced your hand up to rub Keigo’s back.

“They’re lucky to have someone like you to be their dad, Kei. I love you, and I know you’ll raise our child right.” His grip in you tightened

“I- I can’t I’m just- fuck words can’t describe it, I-” He pulled away from your neck and pressed his lips against yours, you closed your eyes and kisses back, enjoying his passion. It was like however close you could be wasn’t close enough, and he needed to just be with you.

You broke the kiss a few minutes later, pulling away to cup his face. His golden eyes were full of tears, and his smile was the brightest it had ever been.

“I love you...” he whispered. “And I already love our kid.” You stroked his cheek with your finger, speechless. You kisses his nose, giggling a little.

“We’re gonna be a family,” you told him

“I can’t wait!”

After that, Keigo just couldn’t keep his hands off you, especially your belly, even while it was small, he just couldn’t keep himself from holding your belly and talking to the baby.

“Goodnight, Y/n~” Keigo pressed a kiss to your cheek, a hand rubbing circles onto your growing belly. “And goodnight Akina!”

“Keigo, we don’t know if it’s gonna be a girl, so don’t name it just yet!” you chuckled.

“But Akina’s just perfect, if it’s a girl then she’d be a lovely spring flower” he cooed, scooching down to your belly.

“Keigo, I’d be concerned if our baby was born in the springtime, that’s way late!”

“Well she was conceived in springtime!” Keigo exclaimed, pressing his cheek to your belly “Weren’t you, Akina? My beautiful daughter~”

“You don’t know if it’s your daughter or your son yet, Kei! Seriously!” you laughed at the way he spoke to your belly, running your hands through his golden tresses.

“Well if it’s a boy, what do you think his name should be?” he asked

“I was thinking Hajime, I mean this is a whole new beginning for both of us.”

“Hajime...” Keigo breathed, pressing a kiss to your belly. “My darling child, my Hajime, my Akina, my perfect child I already love you~”

You buried your face in your hands, giggling, Keigo was just too precious sometimes, you couldn’t wait to have his and your child.

“Oh! Keigo I felt something!” you exclaimed, Keigo sat up, pressing his hand against your belly.

“Was it a-”

“Yes! They’re kicking!” you placed your hand over Keigo’s, moving it so he could feel the small bursts of pressure. You heard him suck in a breath, vibrating with happiness.

“They’re so strong!” he was beaming with pride, feeling his child kick up against his hand. “I’m going to keep them so safe, they won’t cry like I have, like you have, they’ll know true happiness.”

“We’ll protect them, and when our little birdie is ready, then one day they can fly away...”

“But we’ll always be there when they need us.” Keigo pressed himself against you, kissing your neck “We’ll all be so happy!”

“Keigo, that tickles!”

“I still can’t believe it, that little chick will call me ‘dad!’”

“What, is me calling you ‘daddy’ not enough?” you joked and he laughed, pressing one more kiss to your skin before rolling onto his stomach and resting his head on your shoulder

“I love you Y/n, I love you Akina, Hajime,” he murmured, you settled into the blankets next to him, letting him cover your body with one of his wings as you absentmindedly wrapped an arm around his body.

“I love you too, Keigo. And you, my child.”

Oh my gosh

I wanna do a part two

But like- angsty?

Idfk this is just v fun-

It’s either gonna be fluffy Hajime/Akina being born and living life to the fullest

A miscarriage

Or maybe the reader dies and Keigo has to raise the child alone- which could very well result in Keigo abusing the child- AHHH SO MANY POSSIBILITIESS

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crimson-snowfall · 4 years

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[Commission] Blooming Love

Pairing: Isaac x Botanist!MC

Word Count: 2441

Commissioned by: @savourthelittlethings

Isaac’s POV

The vast array of books in Le Comte’s library have always been a treasure trove of knowledge for the mansion’s residents. A thick pile of books lay on my table, and while I do normally prefer to take my reading materials into the solitude of my room, recently I seem to have developed a strange preference towards this place– not that it was any much different from my own room considering that it was actually quiet most of the time, since the other residents rarely frequent this place.

I flipped through the pages of a foreign academic journal, and though I may not be so fluent with the language it had been written in, mathematics is a universal language, so the language barrier had never been that much of a hindrance for me when it comes to my research.

What bothers me though, is that try as I might, I couldn’t seem to concentrate. Looking out at the window for what seemed to be the hundredth time since I had settled on this desk that just so happened to have the perfect view on one of the mansion's outdoor gardens, I could only heave a sigh of resignation as the curious woman outside commanded my undivided attention.

That carefree smile on her face told me that she was once again lost in her own little world. She sketched the now budding flowers I believe she had grown herself with unrivaled enthusiasm, and it reminded me of that fateful encounter a few weeks ago.

Thinking back on it, that's probably when it all began.

<<Flashback>>

I had just finished returning the books I had borrowed from the library and was on my way out, when my eyes caught sight of a book laying on one of the desks. I decided to pick it up for closer inspection.

Prodromus Systematis Naturalis Regni Vegetabilis, Vol. 12.

I quirked a brow in mild intrigue. I do not recall having a botanist amongst the residents. Or perhaps it was Leonardo? His involvement and contributions in a lot of disciplines was what made him the Renaissance Man, it wouldn’t be surprising if botany was one of those disciplines.

In any case, I might as well return this to its proper shelf. I made my way towards the natural sciences section of the library… and that was when I saw her again.

It was the woman from the future who had somehow ended up wandering into this time. The last time I saw her was at the banquet, on the same night she had arrived from that door. Right now, she appears to be too occupied with trying to reach for a book on the upper shelves, that she had failed to notice my presence.

Wordlessly, I took the book she had been reaching for and offered it to her.

"Oh, thank you!" Her voice was mellow and pleasant to the ears.

"It's nothing."

"Sir Isaac, isn't it?" She tilted her head a little on the side as she verified my identity. On the other hand, I was rather surprised that she had even remembered my name.

"Yes," I affirmed, "...but you can just call me Isaac."

I spared her a furtive glance, but she wasn't looking at me. Rather, the book I had picked up from the desk a while ago seemed to have caught her attention.

"You're interested in botany too?"

For some unfathomable reason, the way her eyes lit up as she asked me that question rendered me at loss for words. It was such a simple question, and yet… the notion of disappointing her by revealing that I just happened to pick up the book just didn’t sit very well with me.

It’s almost as though I wanted her to keep on looking at me like that.

She seemed to have deduced the truth from my silence either way, and the next thing I know, she was apologizing to me, head hung low in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, that was quite presumptuous of me…”

“N-No, no it’s not…!” And without giving any much thought to my next words, I added, “It’s not my expertise, but I’m always open to new knowledge. That’s why… I would really appreciate it if you could tell me all about it.”

By the time my rationality had caught up with my senses, she was already beaming up at me, that warm light back in her eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I mean it,” and no sooner than those words had left my lips, she had practically dragged me off by my hand on the nearest desk, the spring in her step perhaps an indication of her excitement… and as she began what would eventually turn out to be a lengthy lecture on the basic principles of botany, waves of nostalgia washed over me, and I began to understand my previous reactions and what compelled me to act the way I did.

She reminded me of my younger years; I know exactly what it feels like to be enraptured by the beauty of the natural world, hence why I ended up spending– and continue to spend my taste of eternity in pursuit of my goal of unraveling its truths. That’s why I am also familiar with the dejection that naturally accompanies the harrowing realization that I didn’t have anyone I can share the exquisite, unique brand of fulfillment one derives from pursuing their respective passions.

Perhaps I’m just overthinking it– maybe she feels things differently from how I felt back then– anyway I’d really rather not dwell trying to decode things as unpredictable as human emotions, but one thing I’m sure of was that I didn’t want to take my chances and accidentally make her feel that way... and that was when I knew I just couldn’t leave her alone.

She talked about a lot of things, and it left me feeling rather delighted how advances in physics over the next century lead to the development of more complex microscopes, which in turn revolutionized the study of a lot of biological fields, botany included.

“...So naturally, a lot of things changed after the scientific community finally got their hands on the technology that enabled them to study the molecular organization of life forms with higher accuracy. In the modern day, though the strict use of epithets in botany is regulated by international codes, it is highly considered impractical and outdated,” she went on as she made neat annotations on the book I had gotten for her a while ago.

“And that’s what all those corrections are for?”

“Exactly. There has been a consensus in the scientific community that actual evolutionary processes and genetic relationships should be reflected in the plant classification system for it to be both functional and truly objective. However, the technological means to actualize that goal only came to be in the more recent decades of my time, with a ground-breaking classification of angiosperms consolidating molecular phylogenetics, which is one of the best available methods in the present.”

For the first time in my life, I must admit that this conversation finally gave me the slightest hints with regards to how my students must have felt back then. I couldn’t make sense of some of the botanical jargon she casually threw around in her mini-lecture, but at the same time I really didn’t want to interrupt and ask her since she really looked like she was enjoying herself.

Well, as long as she could have someone who would lend her an ear… then that should be enough, right?

<<End of Flashback>>

Little did I know back then that what would start out as a sense of liability to be a listening ear to her would gradually turn into something more, and on this particular day, I’m about to be enlightened as to what that ‘something more’ encompassed.

I know for a fact that she uses those sketches to keep track of the plants’ growth, and after making her rounds through the garden checking everything she had planted, she would usually head to the veranda where she would summarize that day’s records.

But not this time.

Right after her routine inspection, she skipped off to the main gate. I rose from my seat to get a better view of where she’s headed, and much to my dismay… she headed straight into the direction of the forest. I understand that she’s simply practicing her profession, and frankly I feel like if I say anything about it then I would just be getting in her way but… sometimes, I just wished that she’d look out for herself more by not abandoning her sense of self-preservation at the drop of a hat. Seeing that she’s clearly beyond that point in this situation, my legs began to move on its own, and in no time I was dashing out of the mansion, determined to catch up so as to not lose sight of her.

I tried to follow her as discreetly as I could, but I couldn’t hold back the small curses that erupted from my lips as she went deeper into the forest and the increasingly thicker undergrowth threatened to trip me every now and then. Gods, just how much further is she planning to venture in? Years of experience may have honed her skills to navigate through this infernal, uneven terrain, but I don’t like the idea of her fending for herself alone should the unseen dangers of this forest decide to capitalize on her little quest for more plants to study.

After what felt to me like hours of battling my way through the forest undergrowth, a small clearing in the forest came into sight; it was adorned with flowers of all sizes and colors. She sat just right in the middle of it, and for a few minutes that's what all she did; she just sat there and took in her surroundings, breathing in its pleasant, floral scent, with a smile that I could only assume to be a proportionate mixture of delight and contentment accentuating her beau– no wait, what am I thinking?

Shaking off the strange thoughts coming into my mind, I concealed myself behind a tree trunk so as to not be a distraction to her. After a while, she took out her notebook and began jotting down notes and sketching the abundance of flowers in the area, when one particular flower seemed to have caught her eye.

I may be one to talk though– seeing as I myself didn't realize that my own eyes have been way too caught with keeping watch on her that I neglected awareness over my own surroundings. I failed to hold back a shriek of alarm as I felt something, perhaps a forest bug, crawl over my leg… so long story short, I had blown my cover and now her full attention is on me.

"Isaac?" Her voice was laced with concern as she hastily made her way over to my side, "What are you doing here? Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine, a bug just crawled over my leg…" I couldn't meet her worried gaze in sheer embarrassment. Then, without any warning, she pulled me up from my hiding spot and led me by the hand into the clearing as though it was the most natural thing in the world, and I, utterly dumbfounded by the gesture, could only follow her lead.

"Thank you for always looking out for me, Isaac. But you should really look out for yourself too, you know?"

...I can't believe I'm actually the one getting told off for not looking after oneself. Besides, how did she even come to that conclusion? But then again from what I have seen of her, she can be quite intuitive, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised she was able to figure it all out on her own.

In an attempt to save face, I initiated a new topic.

"So, did you find something new?"

The excitement she radiated over my question was akin to a flower bursting into full bloom, and once again, I find myself at the mercy of her delicate charms. She pointed to a tiny patch of flowers that are light violet in color.

"Viola cryana, a flowering plant species that was already extinct in my time. I wasn't even expecting to come across one of them here since they're supposed to be endemic in the region of Yonne," she explained.

"Then if you found them here when they're supposed to be endemic in that region, doesn't that open up the possibility that it wasn't extinct after all?"

"Exactly! Even so, I plan on taking measures to ensure that it doesn't really go extinct," her voice reflected her determination towards her newfound goal. “A lot of people don’t realize just how important plants are. Even in the future, a lot of ingredients used in the medicine that treat various diseases are synthesized from naturally occurring compounds commonly found in plants, and who knows what disease this plant may have the cure for in the future? Also, it has been proven that...”

She had me utterly enthralled by her passionate address, that once again, I had lost sense of my surroundings, only this time, it wasn’t any forest bug crawling up my leg that had brought me back to reality. Rather, it was the faint, but definitely warm brush of her breath against my lips as she suddenly looked up at me, and that ardent passion in her eyes almost threatened to draw me in closer, closer, and closer– until both of us abruptly turned away as our senses came rushing back to us.

For a few moments, only the sounds of nature filled the air. She had been one to break the awkward silence between us.

“I-I’m sorry, I got a little c-carried away...”

I dared to steal one glance on her, and at the very least, I found it rather comforting to know that I’m not the only one whose cheeks were burning up, even though this warm, fuzzy feeling that accompanied this experience is still completely foreign to me.

“No, it’s m-my fault. I got t-too close…” I stood up from where I was seated next to her. “Regardless, I think it’s getting late. We should be heading back now…”

Our trip back to the mansion went without incident. However, little did I know that on that fateful day, in the second instance I have lost sense of my surroundings, I may not have had a forest bug crawl over my leg, but it may have been the moment the love bug has bitten me.

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dipplie · 3 years

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Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

#Super Long #Characters #OC's #ALL my characters so far

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canonconspiracy · 4 years

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Tarantula Terrors (Human!Flick x Unspecified!Reader)

Fandom: Animal Crossing

Wattpad/AO3: @rmorningstar21

Pairing: Humanized!Flick x Unspecified!Reader

Warnings: None

*So, I realized recently that the title makes zero sense, since I swapped my choice midway in this story, and it's a scorpion, not a tarantula. Ha. Well, I'll change the title eventually. 😅*

AN: I’m not starting an AC oneshot collection currently, so I thought I may as well post this on here. The descriptors in the story highlight what I would think Humanized Flick would look like, but you may imagine him any way you wish. I’ve been playing a ton of AC, and this came to me a while back. *TUMBLR EXCLUSIVE*

Flick had been minding his own business on Y/I as he sought out bugs of all kinds. The red haired punk male had loved traveling from island to island, relishing in the thread of his inspiration. He had yet to run into the one he was told by Tom Nook was Y/N, much to his disappointment. Since it was still early, merely six in the morning, he was shocked he had even caught chatter of the investor this morning, though.

Y/I was new and unpredictable, something that Flick found his lips curling upwards at. The way that the agrias butterfly simply fluttered onto your flowers, or the way that the long locust would hop always intrigued the amethyst eyed male. This place was simply a new experience for him, something that he wished he'd have more than just his allotted flight time for.

As he heard a shriek, he found his eyebrow raising in question. Flick was not particularly the hero type, but he had been ever so curious. Holding his studded net against his shoulder, the semi-tall, lanky male made gentle strides towards where he heard the shriek.

Amethyst orbs landed on something truly inspiring, though he had been bemused as to why this human had caught his attention. Y/h/c hair was slightly mussed, possibly due to tripping backwards as their whole body shook, catching Flick's attention. His lips plummeted as he noticed the source of the stranger's terror.

Wordlessly, he stepped closer to the scorpion with caution, placing a finger up to alert the stranger that they should no longer move. As he watched the scorpion arm itself in fear, he stopped once more, bending down cautiously. "I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured to the insect softly as he used calm movements. His lips curled upwards once more as the majestic creature seemed to visibly calm, and he cautiously approached.

Though Flick had been armoured by insects, he also was aware of the dangers that could befall him. Once he was close enough to the scorpion, he skillfully swung his net with his other hand, capturing the scorpion and placing it in a container. A smile stretched wider against his lips as his amethyst eyes landed upon the black insect, admiring the capture for later work.

Shamefully, the stranger behind him scurried to their feet, a layer of blush flushing their cheeks as they brushed the dirt from their clothing. Y/e/c orbs glanced over at the savior, someone who they had never seen on their island before. Being the person who invested everything into this island, Y/N knew each person who moved in and out, this seemingly handsome male not being one of them.

Y/e/c orbs admired the male's features, noticing the slicked back spiky crimson locks atop his head before anything else. Upon further inspection, Y/N caught eye of the male's punk appearance, as well as the light horns atop his head. Their blush tinted scarlet as they realized their savior had already turned an amethyst gaze back over to them, and that they had been staring too long.

Taking a glance away, Y/N nervously chuckled. "I-uh, thank you," they murmured softly, a smile forcing its way upon their face. Y/e/c orbs finally managed to meet amethyst orbs as they continued, though the red had yet to leave their face. "That was amazing."

Flick found himself blushing the slightest bit at their words, amethyst orbs glancing away as he scratched his head in a slouch. "I love bugs," he said sheepishly, "and each of them is amazing in one way or another, but you need to know how to approach them. Scorpions will sting you out of fear if you aren't careful."

"T-that's why I was retreating," they admitted sheepishly. "I've been stung by two scorpions, both unexpectedly. To be face to face with one, I was sure it would happen again." Allowing a laugh to escape parted pink lips, they continued. "If it hadn't been for you, I probably would have been passed out from poison again."

"When you're walking to a scorpion head on, you can tell by its body language if it's fearful," he explained, holding up the container with the scorpion they had previously been shying away from.

They smiled at the handsome stranger, the slightest touch of blush still present in their cheeks. "That's really good to know," they said happily. "What's your name? I've never seen you around Y/I before."

"I'm Flick," he said with a smile, his amethyst orbs keeping their y/e/c gaze. "And you're Y/N, aren't you?"

"Embarrassing first impression, but yes," they replied with a nervous chuckle. "Judging by your net and bug expertise, I'm assuming your passing through to catch the local insects?"

"Yes," he replied, his tone suddenly dripping of excitement. "I also buy bugs, of any kind, no questions asked!" Suddenly, they watched as the male grew a little sheepish, a clear blush of scarlet blooming against his cheeks as he retreated a bit. "I also offer commissions."

"Purchasing bugs is pretty straightforward," Y/N replied, a hint of interest in their y/e/c eyes, "But I am curious to hear about your commissions, if you wouldn't mind."

"I create sculptures," he replied, his tone significantly shy in comparison to prior. "Just bring me three of the bug you would like me to create a sculpture of, and I mail the piece to you once its finished."

Y/e/c orbs glittered with interest as lips curled upwards into an excited smile. "I know its early, but I have some bugs you may be interested in, plus I know I have three purple emperor butterflies. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, can I show you?"

Curiosity struck the handsome male's face as his amethyst orbs glimmered in interest. "You have bugs?!" He exclaimed happily. "I would love to see."

Y/N managed to catch Flick's free hand once he placed the scorpion into his bag, trying to ignore the blush upon their face as they dragged the crimson haired male along with them. They had not been far from the home in question, though Y/N felt a little sheepish just bringing this practically stranger of a person back to their home. Though it had been the slightest bit strange, Y/N was more focused on their accelerated heartbeat, and the way that Flick's hand seemed to perfectly intertwine with their own.

Pulling Flick into the first room of their home, they had to stop almost immediately as Flick's eyes grew wide in wonder. Amethyst orbs scanned the room that had literally been filled with contained insects of all different sorts. His gaze shifted to Y/N, barely even noticing that they had yet to separate hands as his eyes twinkled in wonder.

"You didn't say you had a whole swarm!" He said excitedly, his smile rivaling the sun. "How many are you willing to part with?"

"Well, if you wouldn't mind doing three of the purple emperor butterflies for the commission," Y/N started, placing their free hand in the back of their head, gently caressing their y/h/c locks, "How many would you be interested in?"

"Devotion with conditions isn't true devotion," he mused as he stared in awe at their collection. "I would be able to give you 380,000 bells for your collection."

"How about we settle on 280,000 bells, because you were my savior earlier anyhow?" Y/N replied sheepishly, their gaze flickering to the hand they held in theirs before flickering back to amethyst orbs.

Amethyst orbs glanced back to y/e/c eyes as he mentally questioned why this stranger was willing to go so far further down in price for him. Something about the way that their pouted pink lips practically called out to him, and the way that he had been entranced by this muse of a human since he first landed his eyes upon him was like magnetism. He found himself moving without thinking, pressing soft lips against their own.

The kiss was brief, Flick moving back entirely as he realized what he had done. His face coated in deep crimson as he glanced away, stuttering out, "S-sorry." He was about to leave without his bugs specifically out of embarrassment.

Y/N grabbed his hand gently, calling out barely more than a whisper, "Wait."

Amethyst orbs glanced back over to Y/N, though embarrassment showed against his cheeks still. "That was really unprofessional of me," he muttered out sheepishly. "I just got so excited, and you're so entrancing, and-..."

Y/N first used their free index finger to cover his soft lips as they smiled brightly at the crimson haired male. "It's okay," they murmured softly, before moving their index finger and replacing it with their lips, kissing him in return gently at first. As they relaxed into the kiss, Y/N brought their arms around the slender punk male loosely, feeling his slender fingers laced in their y/h/c locks.

Separating, Y/N was the first to speak, saying, "I do hope I see you again after today."

"O-of course," he replied with a shy dorky smile against his features. "The day is still in its pupa stage anyhow. Would you maybe want to go catch some bugs together?"

They moved their hand back down to intertwine their free hands together, already unsheathing their net with the other hand. "That would be the perfect way to spend the day," they replied sweetly, a soft touch of blush against their cheeks.

#animal crosing new horizons #oneshot #animal crossing oneshot #flick x reader #humanized flick #acnh #reader insert #unspecified gender #ac #one shot #animal crossing fic

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luvuwite · 3 years

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all, go

i hate you

1. What was the last present you gave?

uMMMM probably a commission i gave to pancake (archie/vivi)

2. What was the last present you received?

i dunno? if its a doodle then i got that a week back!

3. What animal best represents your personality?

from the oOoOO spirit animal tests i took im a snek

4. What are you most afraid of?

sometimes my own mind EYES EMOJI

5. Who is your favourite villain?

HMMMMMMM probably like,, megamind i love him

6. Who is your favourite family member? (we all have one, admit it)

MY SISTERRRR

7. If you could name your own planet what would it be called?

myanus

8. Stars or Moon?

stars!!

9. Do you have/want kinds?

if my other partner wants them, sure

10. What is your greatest life goal?

making it this far

11. What is something you can’t live without?

soup

12. What is a place you associate with your childhood?

one of the parks near the store-area

13. How was your first kiss/how would you like your first kiss to go?

i never kissed, so i wouldn’t know, but pls,,,ask for consent,,, and warn me if we gonna kiss or not,,,,,

14. What is some life advice you have acquired?

ive learned a lil’ bit, but one of em probably has to be to just be like,, dont cry over something you know is fake, at least thats what i remember atm HAHA

15. Who in history has influenced you?

bruh i dont like history idk

16. What is something strange that you think about often?

h,,,hopless romantic noISIJEIORQ AHHAHA i like to think about weird scenarios in my head basically

17. Baths or Showers?

showrr i get shy with myself in baths

18. Tea of Coffee?

coffee

19. Alcohol or soft drink?

alchohol bad brisk brisk brisk

20. Writing or typing?

typing since its easier

21. What is you most favourite thing in your bedroom?

my bed its sexy and comfy

22. Spontaneous holiday! Where are you going and with who?

wait what UH I DONT KNOW probably just close close friends and family

23. Introverted or Extraverted?

i have my moments with both

24. Describe yourself in two words.

small and aggressive

31. What do you think of when you hear ‘portrait’?

a picture or image of someone/something

32. Tell me about your partner/ideal partner?

i mean no one is perfect yeah? i just want them to be honest with me and accept my AHEM struGGLES with relationships since im not the best partner

33. Tell me about your siblings, if you have any?

my sister is what you call a “girly girl”, she likes disney movies, outdoors, being loud and running around, yknow just like any other child ever

35. What are you a big advocate for?

my friends!!

36. If you’re comfortable to answer, what is the sickest you have ever been?

migraine + stomach bug + mental in trash + stomach pains + lil appendix pain

37. When were you the most scared in your life?

when i broke my arm

38. Ever had a paranormal experience?

ACTUALLY YEAH i thought i heard someone yelling help outside my window and i peaked out and realized it was nothing and i figured i was just tired but i was still kinda freaked

39. Biggest celebrity crush at the moment?

im not like other girls,,,,....

40. What is something happening in your life right now?

uhhh just general anxiousness/paranoia(?) tbh

41. What is your favourite mythological creature?

DRAAAAGOOOOOON

42. Marvel or DC?

dont know what those are

43. What object would be on your family’s banner?

soup

44. Favourite flower?

pink rose

45. One characteristic you like in a partner?

s,,,support/reassurance pls

46. What planet/star would you travel to if it were possible?

i wanna,,,, actually i dont know i think i would just enjoy floating around in general

47. What is your favourite meal… ever?

soup

48. First time…. doing anything. Describe your first time doing something?

first time i drew was twiggit sperkl and that was the most proudest i ever felt

49. Who is your favourite superhero?

bRUHHH I DUNNO I DONT WATCH THAT STUF

50. What is your favourite poem? Recite it?

i dont read

51. What is an exercise you despise doing.

burpees

52. Secret talent?

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

fite

53. Current song on replay replay replay?

[x]

55. If you weren’t in your current occupation what would you be doing?

sleeping probably

56. What is the first thing you notice about the person you fancy?

,,y,yo they kinda,,,, scrumptious,,, AHUIWRWQI

57. If you had one wish that would definitely come true, what would it be?

yes

58. If you could time travel, when and where would you visit?

i would go to future bc i wanna see what i look like

59. What is your lucky number?

60. If you adopt a pet what would it be and what would you name it?

a cat!! and i actually am planning a name and calling them clementine!!

61. Do you believe in fate/everything happens for a reason?

i believe your fate is decided by ur own actions/words

62. What is your favourite thing about your personality?

im not too hard to get along with,, i hope

63. What is your favourite thing about your appearance?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

64. What is your favourite clothing store?

primark bc everything is like 2 bucks

65. What is your favourite online store?

i dont do online shopping too much

66. Use one word to describe your most favourite person?

observant

67. How do you usually have your hair?

down with a clip, then ponytail next day

68. What was your favourite subject in high school?

math

69. What makes you feel empowered?

power over something/someone(as a joke/in games, not in a bad way)

70. What motivates you to do something?

a prize at the end

71. What advice would you give someone who is going through a rough time?

it gets worse before it gets better, and in the worse ill be there for you so you dont have to go through this alone

72. Ideal date?

wendys!!! sweater weather!!! cuddle!!! left 4 dead!!! comfy clothes!!!

73. What is the best date night movie?

i am not that attractive to be taken out on a date

74. What is something you are currently looking forward to?

nothing atm tbh im just here bc i have to beIEOJRWIOE

75. Tell me a funny joke?

oo wa oh wa ooh

76. Do you like musicals? If so, what’s your favourite?

never listened to one actually

77. What is your favourite song currently?

sweater weather. always.

78. What song never fails to make you dance?

POP EYED JOEEEEE IVE BEEN LIVING???? LONG TIME YOOO

79. What is your favourite “classic?”

gnomeo and juliet

80. What is the best advice you have ever been given?

obese paragraph and comfort doodles? lets go

81. Where did you ancestors come from?

puerto rico

82. What have you learned from your parents/guardians?

be tough nugget and dont take shit seriously till you have to

83. What is a phrase you heard a lot growing up?

dont step on the crack or youll break ur mothers back

84. Do you believe in magic?

nnno

85. What reminds you of your best friend?

overwatch

86. What are you passionate about?

dance dance dance

87. Tell me a story from middle school?

one time

the end

88. Who was your favourite teacher and why?

i love my bio teacher rn bro shes such a sweetheart

89. Can you roll your tongue?

yes

90. What made you pursue what you are studying? (including school subjects)

my little pony

91. Where would you like to travel to?

japan for those toys gimme gimme

92. What is something on your bucket-list?

i wanna see coral reef

93. What is home to you?

place that brings feeling of comfort/security

94. What do you do in your free time?

draw

95. If you could buy anything right now, what would it be?

food

96. If you could see anyone, living or dead, right now, who would it be?

probs one of my online friends

97. If you could choose, what would your last meal be?

soup dumplings brisk and rice

98. How would you like to die?

happy

99. List five of your favourite pieces of art (paintings, books, songs etc)

ruby eyes / sweater weather / ponyo / wall-e / idk

100. What would you change about this world?

global warming SHOOO U FAT

#post #ask #long post #sugarbreadz

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khorren · 4 years

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THE ACNH TAG

ty @morgrenth for the ding <3

— Personal

Is it your first Animal Crossing game? Nope. I played the one on the Gamecube, New Leaf, Pocket Camp, and now New Horizons!

Do you listen to the game music or put some of your own? Usually have the game music on! Not often very loud, just enough for some ambient background noise.

What are your 8 reactions?

The ?, the !, clappy hands, glee, doze, and the other 3 i change around a lot. I’m missing so many. Want more!

Do you use them a lot? For photo ops with villagers and around friends, sure!

How many rooms do you have in your house? All 6 of them!

What are they? (Kitchen, bedroom, etc) Main room is just a collection of stuff that I like, some tables and chairs, and then some useful things like mirror, crafting bench, switch, and some trinkets from in-game mom. My top room and right-side room are currently just holding items for a friend. She's planning on restarting her game, but some items she didn't want to lose. So it's just a junk graveyard right now. The right side room was initially a craft room with sewing machines and stuff, and then the bottom bit was the fathers day mug, some tea, and a set of golf clubs. It was going to be a little room dedicated to my irl mum and dad. But yeah. It's holding junk right now. Left side room is a sort of bathroom. Upstairs is a bedroom/study. Also pet cat room. Has cat food, cat tower, cat nip, kitty litter, etc. And a paper tiger acting as the cat.

What’s the main purpose of your storage? To hold all the crap I might need one day.

Do you time travel? Why?Nah. I have plenty to do in game each day, I don't need to leap ahead. Even now when I'm making cat-town, it sure would be quicker to skip ahead, but the 3 days gives me time to do other things. I'll get there in the end.

Do you have a list of dreamies? I hate this phrase. :D

I am currently working on my all cat village (plus the wolf, Skye, cos she's a sweetie and I can't get rid of her), and I'm moving in a lot of my favourite cats / villagers in general. But there are definitely villagers I like more from other species. I've never really sat down and looked at all billion villagers to decide my ultimate favourites. There are lots of cute bunnies out there. Who knows, maybe 3 months down the line I'll make a bunny village. Since it's taking me like 3 weeks to move in all the cats, I want them stuck around for a while.

— Island What’s the meaning of your island name? Haven! Haven is one of the key locations in a story I've been "writing" for the past 20 years. It tends to be my go-to place of things to name in games where I build a settlement.

A picture of your island before vs now?

Do you have all the fruits? I do! Nom nom.

Do you have all kind of trees? It's mostly fruit trees, and I have about 6 normal trees, and about 3 or 4 cedars. Although I've not had to shake my fruit trees for money for a while now, I like that the option's there. I have just enough non-fruit trees for furniture and wasp needs.

Do you have bushes? Which is your favorite? A few, but I don't think I have them all. A few of the currently flowering ones, but mostly out of season ones. They make cute borders.

What flower is the most prominent? Tulips are probably the most prominent in my village.

Which flower is your favorite? And what color? I love the hyacinths. The orangey ones are my favourite, but I like blue too. I think I only have like 2 blues though.

— NPCs

Do you commission Flick? Have had one thing made by him in the past. I should do more now that I don't really need the money. But honestly I haven't seen Flick in forever, and the days I do see him, I'm busy doing something else.

Do you interact a lot with your villagers? Yep! I try to talk to all of them each day, but I'm sure I miss a couple, especially if they're hiding in bum-fuck egypt. I miss the Megaphone from ACNL :(

What kind of gifts do you give them? If I've got some junk lying around, they'll get that. I totally gift back ugly clothes. Every few days I'll gift some of them a wrapped ironwood clock. They seem to like that.

Favorite & least favorite personality? Normal and Peppy are my faves. Jock probably my least fave.

Which visiting NPC is your favorite? Probably Flick. I like catching bugs, it's pretty chill.

Which is your least favorite? Redd. BECAUSE HE NEVER COMES HERE. I WANT MY ART YOU SHIT.

Do you always help Wisp? Yes <3 Love that little goober.

— Random

Do you buy or craft tools? Bit of both? If I'm lazy, I'll just go to the shops. If I'm stocking up on something then I'll craft. I need to make a bunch of nets for the bug-off in a few days! :D

Do you have any gold tools? Recently got the recipe for the gold watering can. But since it still breaks, eh, I'll just stick to my tier 2 can.

Do you recover a hole with your feet or the shovel? I try to just use my feet, but if it's in the middle of other flowers I'll use the shovel for precision, so I don't accidentally pluck a flower.

Do you buy fake paintings/statues? I WOULD IF REDD CAME TO MY ISLAND. I'll generally buy the real ones, but if there's a fake I really like I'll nab it for myself.

Do you buy a lot of clothes? Yas!

Do you buy a lot of wallpapers/floors/carpets? I do, but there's so few I end up liking :( I'll buy the fancy stuff from Saharah when I see them, but all I've been getting recently is gross floors and the goddamn lava/volcano wall.

#ACNH #Animal Crossing #Animal Crossing New Horizons

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itsbuckysworld · 5 years

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HELLO SPRING DAY 14

Pairing: bucky x reader Category: fluff! part two to yesterday’s post. Warnings: none really. hope this fixes your hearts after yesterday’s angst. Word Count: 2K Guest Appearance: Wanda, mentions of Steef.

Summary: Bucky has a flower shop. Y/N has become a regular customer. Can they become more?

Day 14: when they met again , for my Spring Short Story Writing Event || part two to: day 13 ‘bloom’

It was a sunny Tuesday, two weeks and a day since Bucky last saw Y/N. He’d been counting, hoping she would show up last Monday but of course that was wishful thinking, and the wound was too fresh for him to let go that easily.

He arranged the flowers out front, watered the ones in the back, greeted customer after customer like nothing had happened, in those moments it was easy to not focus on the bad, revisit the awful rejection, yet every time it was only him and one or both of his employees, he’d find himself sulking, walking down the aisles of flowers trying to busy himself with something other than Y/N which was all that was left to do whenever he found free time. It proved to not be effective, every flower reminded him of her, and how could they not, he’d told her about almost every one and now he was stuck selling flowers that had double meanings.

So he’d decided to start something else. He spent most of his free time in the back, tending the garden, hands deep in dirt, his jeans had dark mud spots on the knees and his hair was constantly up in a small bun, to keep away from his eyes.

Hard manual labour, to keep him from thinking of his hurt feelings.

He was knelt behind the counter, arranging pots and buckets and bags of dirt when there was a ding. Wanda would certainly take it, so he didn’t bother to look up. And then “Hi” he heard, the timid voice too damn familiar, ringing around the room along with the clang of metal buckets hitting the floor as he dropped them in surprise when he turned his face, looking up to see who was so close. Bucky’s legs didn’t seem to work as he staggered to get up, shock evident on his face.

Y/N was there. Was he dreaming? He quickly asked himself in his head, and realised he wasn’t. She was really there, playing with her thumbs, awkwardly shifting from side to side.

“H-hi, uh how can I–” he clears his throat and shakes his head – “how can we help you Y- miss”

It was hard to act nonchalant, to act like his heart wasn’t racing, to act like his hands weren’t shaking in this gloves. She swallowed thickly, the silence heavy between them.

“I’m looking for some flowers” Y/N’s voice was so small, hurt, shy. Amazing how things go from 100 to nothing so fast. Bucky can’t help the flashbacks that he’s been trying to keep at bay. So much for drowning himself in work to not think about her. She’s right there. She’s right fucking there after he thought he’d never see her again. And maybe he should be mad, or sad, he doesn’t know, but he shouldn’t be happy, the butterflies taking flight again at the sight of her after she had ran at his declaration. Maybe mad wasn’t the word, after all he can’t be mad she doesn’t like him like that, everyone’s entitled to their own feelings, he can’t be angry at her that she rejected him, it was a yes or no question and he got a no. If anything he was mad at himself for ruining it all.

It was this reasoning that made him clear his throat one more time, looking down at his shoes and the mess of dirt now on the ground, and point her down the hallway to his right. “Uh, my coworker, Wanda should be able to help you in whatever you need” at the sound of her name Wanda turned around, and with a soft smile she walked up to Y/N, offering her assistance.

Bucky regretted it the second Y/N’s face fell and walked away after Wanda. Maybe that was too harsh, but if he was to move on and things could go back to somewhat normal, he would need the distance. The distance he’s been hating so much until she walked into his store.

He kept to himself, knelt by the dirt and leaves, silently looking every now and then to see Wanda and Y/N chatting, searching for the right arrangement. He couldn’t help but wonder what the occasion was, and why would she come to his shop for it after everything that happened. If the flowers were for her or for someone else. What if she had someone else all this time? She never mentioned it, but then again he never asked. It crossed his mind after he had asked her out that maybe he overstepped some line – that much was obvious now after seeing how she basically bolted – but he didn’t know which line, and hadn’t thought to wonder until then. Whatever he could come up with now, he knew it was his brain racking for excuses.

It didn’t matter why, all that mattered was that it was over before it began.

His train of thought was interrupted when the doorbell chimed again, signalling someone had left or arrived. Peeking over the counter he spotted her frame disappearing, walking down the sidewalk and away from the shop, a heavy sigh left Bucky’s lips and he facepalmed. That was so stupid, he could have had a last chance to spend some time with her and he absolutely blew it.

“Boss” he heard Wanda say over him, and as he glanced up, she handed him a bouquet. Lilac and white hyacinths. With his breath caught in his throat, he stood up, unable to stop staring at the arrangement Wanda placed in his hands. Hyacinths are known to be the I’m sorry flower. The amount of times he’s made similar arrangements for stupid men looking to ask their wives to forgive them too many to count, and now they were in his hands, white envelope with his name tied up to one of the stems. Wanda left him alone, understanding everything from just a simple chat with Y/N.

Trembling fingers reached for the note, tearing the top and reaching for the folded piece of paper with the same tenderness he treats his best flowers.

Dear Bucky.

It’s probably taken me too long to admit to myself what really happened a few weeks ago, and I completely understand if these words are too late.

The truth is I’m scared. It’s been so long since I’ve felt vulnerable, allowed anyone in. I started to gift myself flowers because I had decided to close off to the idea of someone gifting them to me, because I had decided to give up on love, and I guess when the chance arrived I got scared and I ran, and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to realise that was so wrong, realise it felt wrong to reject you because I wanted to say yes.

God, this is probably too late but I’ve gotten this far. I’m praying you’ll forgive me and I know i’ve ruined it all, but I want to try again, whatever you’re comfortable with.

Y/N.

・‥…━━━━━━━ o ━━━━━━━…‥・

The note took him out of commission for the rest of the day. Whenever a customer walked in he was in another world, excusing himself for asking them to repeat what they said over and over. Clumsy, letting pots fall and planting things in the wrong spots, unable to remember in which aisle did he put the baby’s breath again? And was that delivery for today? He’s thankful for Wanda for staying past her shift until Scott, his other employee arrived, and even more after that, assigning Bucky to the storage where he could take all the time in the world and not mess up any orders.

He laid in bed wide awake that night, wondering what it all meant, what did he want. Turning his face to look at the flowers he’d taken home with him, his chest felt tight, like his heart was too big and his lungs too small to take in any air and his gut too filled to the brim with dancing little bugs. Steve, who lived across the hall from him, had asked him what was up with him when he got home, but all he did was shake his head and lock himself in his apartment. He needed to think, but after spending so many hours in silence, repeating the events of the day, he realised there was nothing to think about.

Whatever he was comfortable with was her. He still wanted to take her out, he didn’t need days to think about it. He didn’t need to ponder what his next move would be now, nothing had changed.

・‥…━━━━━━━ o ━━━━━━━…‥・

It was a bright and early Wednesday morning. Just a few minutes after Bucky had opened the store when he spotted the familiar shape walking up and down the sidewalk outside, looking at the flowers. He peeked his head out the door, Y/N and him locking eyes. She looked ashamed, as if she had been caught doing something bad, but the slight sideways grin Bucky gave her eased some of her nerves, as she walked into the store.

“What can I do for you today?” she gave him her peculiar shrug, immediately flooding him with flashbacks.

“I don’t know…” her voice cracked a little “your choice?” the question was loaded with double meaning. It was his choice whatever they would continue to be. He made a gesture with his hand, asking her to follow him. If there was one thing he thought long and hard last night, was what he was going to tell her next time he saw her. He grabbed two beautiful yellow daffodils.

“You know…” his speech started, with a clear of his throat and a quick scratch at the back of his neck. “Flower meanings don’t really mean anything” she looked up at him expectantly “You see, daffodils can mean a new beginning, but they can also mean anything if you’re there to say it. They can be a good luck flower, they can say ‘I wish you the best’ or…” Bucky pauses, turning to look at her, his blue eyes unable to keep his from hers. “They can mean I understand. I really do. They can mean I also have had tough luck with love but you make me want to try again. They can mean I know you’ve been hurt, but I’d love to prove to you I will not hurt you.”

The sincerity in his eyes almost brought tears to hers and her teeth found her bottom lip as Bucky inched closer.

They stand there in silence for a second before she reaches over and grabs a tulip.

“I heard tulips mean a declaration of love… but they can also say God I’m so glad I’m not late, I was so afraid I had messed it up” the breaths they had both been holding release in a fit of nervous laughter that fills every corner of the store.

“Wow that’s… that’s a complex meaning” her fist is pushing at his shoulder at his mocking tone, and then her cheeks feel warm when he pushes her hair out of her face, and places the daffodil behind her ear. “There. Perfect”

She’s letting out a shaky breath, taking a brave step closer to almost press her chest to his, voices merely a hush.

“Go out with me?” he says.

“No fair, I was about to ask that” she smiles coyly, biting her lip in a mirrored image of his own expression, and his cheeks are red, he can tell, and she looks gorgeous with a flushed face, but he knows he resembles a tomato when he blushes. Steve always mocked him for it when they were kids. And then her expression turns a little dark, “Please don’t break my heart” her beg is quiet, afraid, but her eyes are searching his and she can only find honesty

His fingers caress her chin delicately, as he does when he tends his flowers, and he’s promising her he’ll treat her the same. With care and affection and devotion. He promises he’s going to try his best to make her happy with just one longing look “Ok” he whispers back, and if he thought flower petals were the softest thing he’s ever touched, that was before he felt her lips pressed lightly to his. Like clouds, sweet and plump and so soft they are barely a graze. The tips of her fingers run along his long strands of hair as he melts into her touch and she gives in, adoring the warmth of his hand on her neck and the relieved sigh that escapes him.

Bucky’s trying his hardest to contain the biggest smile he’s ever felt threatening to escape, but with her up so close it’s almost impossible. She’s his favorite flower.

feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged! Again thanks to @delicatelyherdreams for helping me figure out a way to give them a happy ending. you rock, you genius.

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fictionalabyss · 5 years

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Team for the bees.

Pairing : Castiel, Dean, Sam, Reader x Daughter!Joy (oc)

Word count : 1,497

Written for : @spnaubingo

Square : Beekeeper!Cas.

Warnings : Nothing.

A/N : Special thank you to @sorenmarie87 who named Cas’s business.

Part 1 of Team for the bees.

SPN AU BINGO Round 2 Masterlist.

You’d been seeing the bees for a while, but given the garden you had in your back yard, you weren’t surprised. A flower box acted as a rail for your back porch. You had an apple and a peach tree, and along the back fence you grew various other vegetables. Corn, Tomatoes, peppers, potatoes, beans, green onions, cucumbers and carrots. So bugs out back, that was normal.

What wasn’t normal, was the buzzing sound that you kept hearing. At first, only when you stepped outside. Then suddenly you thought you were hearing them in your house, and you were. They kept flying in.

It took some investigating, but eventually, you figured it out. You found the hive they’d build themselves under your back porch. “Shit..” You dropped to sit on a patio chair. You thought about calling pest control, but they would just kill them, spraying pesticides or something all over the place, and you had animals, you had a kid.

So instead, you called the one person you could think of that would cared about the bee’s and might help.

“Humble Bee-ginnings. How can I help you?”

“Hi..” You breathed out. “Sorry, this might be weird, but I wasn’t sure who else to call, and you probably don’t even remember me because I’ve only seen you once, but you gave me your card in case I had questions..” you chewed on your bottom lip.

“What can I do for you?”

“So.. There seems to be a hive in my backyard, and I’m pretty sure calling the pest guy might be a bad idea..”

“Yeah.”

“I was kinda of hoping you might know who to call.”

“No need to call anyone-”

“No, you don’t understand, there’s a lot of bees. And I have a kid with a fascination for bugs, which will probably lead to a lot of stings, and this is really not how I want to find out if she has an allergy..”

He chuckled. “No, no, I mean, you already knew who to call. I can come by and check it out when I close up today. You don’t mind waiting a few hours, do you?”

“No, no it’s okay. Uhm. That’s perfect, really. Thank you.”

“Relax, give me your address, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Are you the bug guy?”

“Beekeeper, yes. Is your mom here?” He glanced past her and into the house.

“Yep. Mommy is out back moving some of the flower pots away. Do you just work with bee’s?”

“Yes.”

“Do you not like other bugs?”

“I like them fine.”

“Then why only bees?”

“I like honey.”

“I like honey too!” she grinned. “Mom bought this really good honey last time, it came in a cute little jar with a ribbon, and-”

“That’s the honey my bees made. Maybe you should tell your mom I’m here.”

“Oh, you can come to the back, it’s okay.” He was unsure, but she waited for him to step inside, and then closed the front door behind him. “My name is Joy, what’s yours?” She asked as she lead him through the house.

“Castiel.”

“That’s an interesting name.” She scrunched her face at him. “What does it mean?”

“It means shield of god.”

“Oh..” She opened the back door, and Castiel’s arm went out over her head and held the door open for her as she went ahead of him. “Thank you, Castiel. I still think it’s a weird name.”

“Joy!” You scolded her. “And why are you letting strangers into the house!”

“He said he was the bug guy.” She shrugged.

“Beekeeper.” He corrected her once more. “Castiel.” he extended his hand with a smile.

“I’m so sorry about her..” You gave him an apologetic look as you shook his hand.

“Don’t be, she was well named. An absolute joy.”

“His name means shield of god.” Joy stated proudly. “Whatever that means.”

Castiel chuckled. “Where is the hive?”

“You’re standing on it. I think.” You motioned for him to follow you down.

“Oh..” He moved carefully to the stairs and down, once his feet hit grass he crouched down. “Oh yeah.. That’s going to be some work.. You didn’t notice it before?” He looked up at you.

You gave your head a shake. “I’m use to seeing bees out here. We garden, so between the flowers, and the vegetables and fruit.. Some buzzing is normal.. But I realized the sound seemed never ending, and there was more than usual.. Please tell me you can do this.”

He looked under again. “Do you have somewhere you can stay this weekend?” He looked back. “I’ve got a friend who can help me out, but it’s still a big job.”

“Uh, yeah.. Yeah we can stay at my mothers. She lives just a few streets over.”

“I don't want to go to grandmas! I wanna watch the bug man!”

“Beekeeper, Joy.” You corrected her and she pouted.

“I’m sorry, but this could be dangerous work.” Cas told the little girl as he stood again. “I don’t have any of the proper equipment in your size, so you could get hurt. But how about, after all this is done, next time your mom wants to buy some of my honey, you can come to my apiary.” She gave him a confused look at the word. “Bee yard.”

“Can we!? Please mom? Can we go to the bee farm?” She puffed out her bottom lip.

“We’ll see, okay?”

“Fiiinnnnne.”

You shook your head and turned to the man who gave her a smile. “I can be back with everything tomorrow morning. Would that be okay?”

“Thank you, Castiel.”

“Please. Call me Cas.”

Sunday, you got the call that they were done, so you and Joy headed back home. There was a strange man you’d never seen before parked in your drive and loading up a pick up. Joy rushed over to him and tugged on his shirt, prompting him to look down. “Are you a bug guy, too?”

He chuckled. “You must be Joy, Cas told me about you. No, I’m not a ‘bug guy’.”

“Than who are you?” You asked and cautiously stepped closer to your daughter, hand going to her shoulder.

“I’m Sam.” You gave him a confused look. “Cas did not tell you I’d be here, did he?” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m a friend of Cas’s. I’m a farmer.”

“Oh?”

“He was the guy I called to help me safely move your hive.” You turned and Cas moved through the side gate, pulling off his gloves and another man came out behind him with power tools. “This is his brother Dean. Needed him to take apart and rebuild your back porch. It was a pretty sizable hive.”

“Dean Winchester.” He tucked a power tool under his arm and extended his hand.

“I've seen your picture!” Joy grinned and took his hand before you could. “Your the construction guy!”

He smiled. “Ah, so I really have you to thank for me getting the call, huh.” He gave her a wink as she shook his hand.

“So.. it’s gone?” You looked around, trying to spot some evidence of the hive.

“Got it out yesterday.” Your eyebrows shot up at that. “Had a little something I wanted to do before you guys got back.”

“We made you a surprise.” Dean offered Joy his elbow. “Wanna see?”

“Yes!”

Dean led Joy around back while you followed with Castiel, and Sam took up the rear. You smiled as she happily skipped along ahead of you, looking up at Dean and asking him a million and one questions about construction. You shook your head, and Cas laughed as Dean did his best to answer questions as quick as she asked them. But then she stopped. “What is that!? She gasped.

Between your flowered porch, and your vegetable garden stood a 5 foot tall and 3 foot wide wooden structure that seemed to be broken up into sections and had various items in each section. “What is that?” You asked Castiel, confused. It hadn’t been there before.

“Sam and Dean helped me build you a bug motel.” Cas told her and her whole face lit up. “Each section is a habitat for a different local bug. Some have even already moved in, see?” He pointed to one that had a chrysalis. “Soon, that will open up and be a butterfly. Sam brought it from his farm for you. And up there.” He pointed to another section. “Is where bee’s might move in. There’s still some flying around here, so maybe one will move in soon.”

“I knew you were the bug guys!” Dean laughed as she wrapped her arms around his hip and hugged him, a moment later, she was letting him go to hug Sam, then Cas.

“Thank you.”

Cas smiled and gave her head a pat. “Anytime she wants to see the bee’s just call.”

“Now!?” She looked up at him with so much excitement. “Can we go right now!?”

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a-k-a-loser · 5 years

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1. are you religious?

nope! i was raised catholic tho and i still hold on to some of the weird catholic habits. i’d call myself aesthetically catholic

2. what animal do you think you’re most like?

hmmmmmmmm a cat?? or some weird bird maybe??????

3. how do you take your coffee?

too much sugar and some milk, i also like flavored coffees and cold brew!!

4. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

still haven’t had my first kiss yet actually!

5. museum date or aquarium date?

i work at a museum that has an aquarium, so neither! but aquarium definitely

6. do you have any tattoos or piercings? do you want more?

my ears are pierced and i have one tattoo! i want to get my nose pierced and i commissioned my friend to draw a new tattoo for me a while ago and i haven’t got it yet, i have a short list of some others i want too!!

7. favorite fruits?

raspberries! i’m actually not really a fruit person, i prefer vegetables

8. favorite vegetables?

zucchini!! squash, celery, asparagus, snap peas, it’s a very long list tbh!!

9. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

you’re taller than me lol idk actually??? the bar is so low

10. do you cry a lot?

yes, always, just assume i’m crying right now

11. who are your closest friends?

i don’t have a ton of friends, so i’m pretty close with all the ones i have, because there’s like 4 of them, but i think my closest friend might be my friend mckenzi, i’ve known her since the 4th grade and she’s the best

12. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

i haven’t! there aren’t a lot of protests or marches locally, so it’s not really easy for me to attend any, also my parents are p against the idea of protesting and i live with/am financially dependent on them rn sooooooo

13. do you play any video games?

YES!!!!! i am a HUGE dragon age fan, dragon age 2 is my favorite! rn i’m playing a lot of rdr2 and i love it so much!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

14. did you ever have an emo or scene phase?

i wanted to!!! really badly!!!! but my mom would never let me cut or dye my hair, and i didn’t get to wear any of the ~super cool scene/emo clothes~ and i’m a little thankful because no embarrassing scene phase pics but also :(

15. what color is most of your wardrobe?

it’s mostly dark colors, but i think other than black it’s a pretty even split between blue and green right now

16. what do you like to do for fun?

aaaaaaaaaa mostly video games, sometimes drawing, i like to go outside or go to the park on kinda cloudy days, when it’s cool and there are no bugs out!

17. what is your biggest fear?

geese probably, or dying alone, it’s a tossup really

18. name a subject you know a lot about.

i know a lot of useless video game lore stuff!! and some other weird random topics because i go on internet deep dives when i get really curious about stuff

19. favorite fictional characters?

AAAAAAAAAAAAA i have too many tbh, atm arthur morgan owns my ass

20. do you read a lot? what are your favorite books?

i don’t read as much as i used to, so i’m including comics/manga in this, i really like junji ito’s work. i have tomie, gyo, and uzumaki, i also really love les miserables! and i was really into warrior cats as a kid

21. how would you describe your style?

a mess, and not even a hot mess

22. did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? do you still own it?

yes!! i have a stuffed animal of the three headed dog from harry potter (don’t know his name because idgaf about harry potter tbh) and i love him and i still sleep with him in my bed!

23. what’s something most people love that you hate?

ummmmmm idk brussels sprouts i guess????

24. do you think you’re a good singer?

no, horrible, as anyone who has ever ridden in a car with me

25. who do you live with?

my mom, my little brother, and our pets!!

26. favorite desserts?

CHEESECAKE

27. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

idk, yesterday i ate a bunch of honeysuckles i found in my yard and that was p good

28. favorite makeup brands?

not sure, i use drugstore makeup and i don’t really pay attention to the brand???? just like??? the cheapest matte full coverage makeup available at the store

29. favorite clothing stores/brands?

again not really, most of my favorite clothes come from goodwill, and when i buy clothes not from goodwill i’m looking mostly for stuff that’s comfortable and fits

30. what was your first job?

i still have my first job! i work at a children’s museum, i do kids parties, summer camps, and i tell people not to touch things!

31. do you take a lot of naps?

not really, but when i do sleep i can sleep for like 10+ hours sometimes

32. what is your favorite part about your body?

hmmmmmmmmmmmm??????? like maybe my nose??? or my shoulders?

33. are you more dominant or more submissive?

i stop typing when i see that the person i’m texting is typing, so i’m gonna day submissive

34. are you more outgoing or more shy?

it depends on like my mood and where i am, i can be very outgoing but i’m actually pretty shy in general

35. how tall are you?

5’5” ish

36. what is your body type?

lil chubby i guess

37. favorite flower?

hyacinth!

38. favorite planet?

venus!

39. what do you want to dress up as for halloween this year?

A WEREWOLF! or my finished taako cosplay!

40. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

my age or older! anyone who is younger than me is a baby as far as i’m concerned!

41. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

i’d rather not

42. who is your biggest inspiration?

not really sure??

43. do you have any kinks?

nope

44. do you own any pets?

i have 2 dogs and 2 cats!

45. which celebrity do people say you look the most like?

none of them, this one time a guy who was cutting my hair said that short hair made me look like natalie portman but that is a lie

46. do you like sports?

sorta? i want to get into hockey and i used to play volleyball! when i was kid i liked to go to baseball games

47. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

no :(((((((( but i have seen some local plays!

48. what is your favorite kind of food?

vegetals

49. would you rather be a fairy or a mermaid?

fairy

50. what is your instagram?

a_k_a_loser

51. glossy lips or matte lips?

i don’t wear lipstick, but i like the look of matte lipstick!

52. do you like cherry, grape, blue raspberry, watermelon, or green apple jolly ranchers the best?

green apple!!!!!!!!!!

53. what are your best personality traits?

i can be very patient and i think i’m pretty loyal!

54. what is your ethnicity?

i am very white, but i’m also 1/4 puerto rican

55. what different hair colors have you had?

red, blonde, grey, pink, orange, silver, and right now it’s blue/green on one side!

56. favorite disney princess?

moana!

57. favorite album of 2017?

going grey!

58. have you ever had braces?

yes! and then i didn’t wear my retainer and now my teeth are fucked again!!

59. favorite holiday?

HALLOWEEEN!!!!!!!

60. post a selfie.

61. are you a good swimmer?

not at all!

62. do you wear jewelry?

sometimes, i don’t really wear earrings or necklaces very often because they make me feel too feminine, but i like rings and bracelets!

63. can you play any instruments?

no :((

64. do you have any siblings?

yes! i have two brothers! i’m the middle child

65. are your grandparents still alive? how old are they?

both of my grandfathers have passed away, but both of my grandmas are alive and in their 80s!

66. who knows the most about you?

uhhhh idk, probably my cousin @olds-paper

67. are you a more quiet person or do you talk a lot?

little of both?? it really depends on who i’m with!

68. what advice would you give to your 13 year old self?

DONT CUT YOUR HAIR TO LOOK LIKE ALICE FROM TWILIGHT, YOU WILL LOOK BAD

69. how many pillows do you sleep on?

#ask loser #me #mine #my face #this took way too long #but also thank you???#like???????#i love talking about me??????

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queen-scribbles · 6 years

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Such is Life

For the @pillarspromptsweekly Roll For It! I picked my elements this time around, so it’s Raedric, Edér, and... well, I couldn’t decide between ambition, knowledge, and promise, so they’re all sort of in there. You may have to squint.

It was raining when Charity woke up. This meant two things. First, it was probably a good bit later than she thought, given how dark the sky was. Second, depending on how long it had been raining, she and Edér might have to put their plans for the day on hold. Mud made sparring interesting, but only to point. Past that made it more of a challenge than she wanted.

She would have been perfectly happy laying in bed another hour, enjoying the sound of rain and not worrying about how much of the day she was “wasting”, but Sparrow decided she wanted breakfast now. It was hard to enjoy anything with an impatiently meowing calico walking on your chest. And head.

“Alright, al-oof-right, I’m comin’,” Charity sighed, pushing herself up to a sitting position as the cat hopped off her chest.

Mroaw. Sparrow sat on the pillow, tail flicking back and forth.

“What, no mice today? Or are you bein’ a little priss about the rain?” Charity stretched and looked over at the cat. Sparrow just blinked slowly at her. “I’m gonna take that as a yes to the second one. C’mon.”

She took her time preparing food for both of them. The rain had stopped, sun peeking through the clouds, by the time she finished eating.

That was promising. Charity cleaned up from breakfast and dressed quickly. Hopefully the rain had hit that sweet spot of lasting long enough to water everything for her without going so long the ground was completely saturated. The first couple steps out her door squished, water welling around the soles of her boots, and she grimaced. That proved to be premature, however, and further out from the house the ground was damp enough for her to leave footprints, but not so much to be slippery. All the sprouting vegetables and flowers alike had been thoroughly doused, so she’d only need to weed and check for bugs.

Thank Eothas I won’t hafta haul water today. That was getting old. The rain had, unfortunately, watered the weeds as well as the things she wanted growing, so there was more to pull than she expected to find today. Such is the life of a farmer, Charity thought wryly, and got to work.

~~~~~~

Three hours later, she’d made it through the vegetables without too much trouble and was starting on the flowers when Edér showed up.

“Now that should be a paintin’,” he teased, leaning against the fence as he watched her work.

Charity wrinkled her nose at him and huffed hair back toward the messy shambles of her bun. “I don’t really want my eternal bane immortalized like that.”

Edér grinned. “Aw, c’mon, Char, who in their right mind would focus on the weeds rather’n you?”

She chuckled, even as her face warmed. “Sweet talker. Thought you said you wouldn’t be by til noon. You had that trade commission meeting.”

“Darlin’.” Still grinning, he nodded toward the sky.

She followed the gesture to see the sun sitting high at its apex and scowled. “Damn cloudy morning. Threw my sense of time all off.”

Edér laughed. “Me, too. I was almost late for the meetin’, which woulda been a shame.”

Charity shared the laugh as she pushed to her feet. “’Cause we both know how much you love that part of your job.”

He chuckled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck as if massaging out an ache. “They woulda just waited for me. Gotta have their neutral party so they can yell at each other an’ call it fair.” He grabbed her hand once she was close enough to the fence and pulled her in to steal a kiss. “Let’s have lunch. It’ll make my day better” --he smirked as her stomach rumbled--”and yours too, from the sound of it.”

“Fine, but you’re cooking.”

He laughed and wiped dirt off her cheek with his thumb. “Deal.”

~~~~~~~~~

“So, how’re things lookin’ closer to the heart of town?” Charity asked, tone casual, as they ate.

Edér shot her a knowing look. “Pretty wet, but not awful. Sparrin’ ring’s just muddy enough to be fun, if that’s what you’re wonderin’.”

“It was,” she said. A sheepish smile tugged at her lips. He knew her too damn well. “I’m lookin’ forward to another shot at kickin’ your ass.”

He laughed an playfully nudged her ribs with his elbow. “Figure if you keep tryin’ eventually you’ll succeed?”

“Exactly. Perseverance is one of those virtue things,” she joked. “I keep tryin’ it’ll pay off sooner or later.” Her playful smile morphed into a concerned frown when Edér rubbed the back of his neck again. “You alright? That’s about the eighth time you’ve done that an’ you ain’t even been here two hours.”

“Listenin’ to merchants bicker for an hour’ll make anyone tense,” he joked. “But we might wanna hold off on sparrin’ til tomorrow. To make it a fair fight.”

Charity swallowed the last bite of her lunch and nodded, smirking mischievously. “Sure. Wouldn’t want you havin’ any excuses when I whip your tail.” She set aside her dishes and beckoned him closer. “In the meantime, c’mere.”

Edér raised an eyebrow but complied, scooting closer and sitting with his back to her as she indicated. “Can I ask what you’re up to?”

She laughed as she settled her hands gently on his shoulders. “I may not be as good at them as you are, but you ain’t the only one who knows how to give a back rub. An’ you seem like you need it.”

“Can’t argue that,” he conceded, leaning back into her hands as she started massaging out the worst of the tension. “Gods, that feels good.”

Charity chuckled fondly, her thumbs rubbing the tight muscles between his shoulder blades. “How bad were these merchants?”

“Pretty... mmm.... pretty bad. Why can’t people get along?”

She laughed, hands working down his spine. “I ever find an answer to that one, I’ll let you know.”

“Great. I’ll use it as my secret weapon at meetings like this,” Edér said, amusement in his tone.

Charity didn’t make it too much further--a little over halfway down--before her thumb grazed over a ridge that was definitely not just a wrinkle in his shirt. “Edér...” He tensed ever so slightly as she left off the backrub to slip her hand under his shirt and trace the scar from where she found it down to just above his hip. “What in the blue blazin’ Hel...”

“Goes the other way, too,” Edér commented with a dark chuckle. He tugged the collar of his shirt til she could see the other end of the scar; just below the top of the opposite shoulder blade.

She winced, mentally following the scar’s path. “Do I wanna know where it came from?”

This laugh was much lighter. “Goin’ away present from the fella in charge of Gilded Vale, Raedric. See, he’d started driftin’ toward being a paranoid-zealot type. Real suspicious of just about everyone, killin’ them for no real reason beyond not bein’ able to tell him what he wanted to hear. Right around when me an’ Aloth started travelin’ with Tavi someone asked her to kill him. Seeing how he treated his people--tree full of corpses don’t speak well of the man in charge--she agreed. So we sneak in, find him.” He snorted softly. “Thing about paranoid zealot types is they fight back real hard. And are very prepared. On our way in, we’d found that he murdered his wife for birthin’ a Hollowborn, saw it as proof she was a heretic, so Tavi was out for blood. I’m tryin’ to keep her from bein’ too reckless, keep Aloth from gettin’ overwhelmed, and, well....” he shrugged. “Raedric moved fast for a man in full blazin’ plate. It ain’t really all that bad; just looks like shit ‘cause Tavi’s doctorin’ consists of ‘Stitch it up and pray’.”

“This is the man you got the ‘free land for new settlers’ idea from?” Charity frowned, staring hard at the part of the scar she could see. It was pretty ugly on the lower end, tapering off quickly as it approached his spine, then felt much thinner on the high end.

Edér shrugged. “Good idea’s a good idea. Even if it is the only decent thing the man did in the last decade.”

“And it really doesn’t hurt?” she murmured, brushing her fingers over the low end.

“Nope, promise.” Edér turned to wink at her over his shoulder. “It’s more ticklish’n anything.”

She grinned. “Really?” She ran one finger along roughly the path of the scar, lazily zigzagging over it, and giggled when he flinched. “I’m gonna have to remember that.” She leaned forward, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Are you feelin’ better, though? Even if I didn’t get all the way through the backrub ‘fore I got distracted?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, it did helped. Most of the soreness was up top, so you got all of it.”

“Good. Feel like sparring, or should we still put it off?” she asked, sliding her hands around, still under his shirt, until she was hugging him.

“Let’s do it tomorrow. Gives the ground more time to dry out, an’ me more time to relax.” He rolled his shoulders to emphasize the point. “So it’s a fair fight.”

“I do like the sound of that,” Charity concurred. “Then whaddya want to do today instead?”

“You ain’t done weedin’ yet, right?” Edér asked, hands settling over hers.

“Right,” she said reluctantly. “Still gotta do the flowers.” She smirked, “Also, there’s a weddin’ the two of us really should be at least starting to plan...”

Edér shook his head. “Not on the same day as a trade commission meetin’. I’ll stick with the weeds, thanks. You want help?”

“Yeah, but won’t that make you sore again?” Charity pointed out.

“Maybe you’re real good at backrubs and that’s my plan,” he said teasingly.

“You’re just diabolical,” she teased right back, poking his stomach.

He laughed as he shied away from the poke. “Or maybe I just wanna spend time with you, since it’s been a few days, an’ if that means endin’ up a little sore, so be it.”

“Such a romantic,” Charity ribbed. “But if you’re serious, I will take you up on that. Sparrow’s not good for much b’sides company when it comes to weedin’, when she deigns to do even that much.” And she liked the idea of another pair of hands--especially his--making it go faster.

“I am,” Edér said, finally moving to slip free of her embrace. He pushed to his feet and offered her his hand. “Shall we?”

Charity grinned and took it. “I believe we shall.”

#queens fic #pillars prompts weekly #eder teylecg #charity #ederity #eothasian idiots #it hit me as i was writing this one that they're technically engaged now #and like #wedding planning is a thing they need to do #cue fangirl screaming in my head #bc no one ships these two harder than me #except maybe tavi ^^

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sanchoyo · 6 years

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A new fic is up! ✰ ✰ summary: Girlfriends Mina and Ren go to a flower shop.

✰ rating: General audiences

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“Ren! Ren! Do you have a snack on you? After walking around so much I’m like, literally starving!”

“Yeah, of course I do-”

Newly manicured hands reached for a bag that wasn’t there and there was a pause.

“Ah. Actually, my bag’s back at the hotel.”

The girls of class 1-A had been generously flown out to New York by Yaoyorozu for their spring break. If it happened to coincide with fashion week, no one complained; especially when Momo had bought out a majority of Moschino spring line for them to show off in.

But that meant a new bag that matched, so the girl that was used to being the ‘mom friend’, Ren Karamanlis, was short of pretty much everything she usually would tote around with her while they walked around the streets together.

“There’s plenty of places to eat all around here, Tooru.” Tsu noted. “I was getting hungry, too. Anyone else?”

Uraraka and Momo agreed, but Mina shook her head.

“Naaaah, I’m not hungry at all. What about you, darling?” Mina squeezed Ren’s arm, face splitting into a grin. “Because when we were browsin’ around on maps for tourist stuff around here, I found something I think you’ll love!”

“What is it?” Ren tried to peek over her girlfriend’s shoulder, but Mina tilted her phone against her chest, effectively hiding the screen and sticking her tongue out.

“A surprise!”

“It’s just down the street isn’t it?” Momo asked. “Why don’t we all go eat while you take her?”

“Yaomomo, thank you for being my favorite wingman!” Mina clapped and nodded. “That’s a great idea!”

“Yeah, go for it, guys! We’ll text you where we go so you can meet up with us later!” Ochaco added.

All Ren could see were rosy hands before her world went dark.

“You don’t have to cover my eyes-!” Ren squeaked out.

“Yes I do! I wanted to see if you could figure out where we are before you see it. We’ll catch up with you all later, okay?”

“They’re so cute it’s disgusting.” Jirou remarked.

“I think it’s sweet!” Uraraka said.

Ren could hear the other girl’s voices, debating what kind of food to get as they faded from behind them. Ren was sure Mina could feel a smile tugging on her lips from behind her hands.

“Seriously, I don’t want to run into anyone on the sidewalk, you can let me see. How would I even know where we are before I see it? This is my first time in this city, too!”

“I’ll make sure you don’t bump anyone! And you’ll see! We’re only a few steps away!”

Even through heels, Ren was observant enough to feel the ground changing from the concrete to something more like stones under her feet as they took a turn down a new street. Hero studies taught a level of awareness that couldn’t be forgotten; it was unconscious observations, like clockwork.

“Aaaand..here we are!”

“Your hands are still over my eyes, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” Mina agreed, “But just try to smell where you are!”

“Smell?”

Ren took a deep breath, and sure enough, the smell was familiar: one she would know anywhere.

It was like the scent of her own room that was covered in plants and flowers back in Japan. As much as she had enjoyed their stay in New York, the concrete jungle had made her terribly homesick for her beloved plants.

“Mina…”

Mina’s hands dropped from Ren’s face and down to twist their fingers together.

“I thought you might wanna come here.”

“Thank you.” Ren said, injecting as much sincerity into her voice as she could and wrapping her arms around Mina and squeezing her into a tight hug.

There were breeds of plants she hadn’t even seen before in Greece or Japan, all blooming vibrantly below the golden-plated ‘Flowers’ sign.

“But if you ask me, the flowers are nothing compared to you, my dear.”

Ren had to put a hand over her own mouth to keep the giggle from escaping. Despite how cheesy it was, her cheeks flushed.

The arrangements outside were beautiful, some being suspended on wooden planks held up by wires, others arranged in pots and planters all around them.

Through the window, Ren spotted similar little planters hanging inside, cradled in glass that seemed hand-blown.

Little ornaments and windchimes had small glass pendants swaying in the wind, refracting rainbows out of them and sending melodic jingles through the air anytime a breeze passed.

They had strayed a bit away from the main streets, onto a cobblestone pathway like Ren had suspected. It was something hidden, a secret and lush garden getaway tucked right in the middle of New York City.

The colors were vibrant, like standing on the inside of a kaleidoscope; rainbow blossoms, bright and cheery to fit the spring season. Butterflies and bees fluttered bumbled from from flower to flower.

The pair stopped to admire the scene and to watch the insects going about their work.

Ren held out a finger and a huge monarch butterfly landed on the tip of it, crawling curiously on her before flapping along to a flower.

“See, even it agrees. You’re more sweet than any of these flower’s nectar.”

The warm flush on Ren’s face reached her ears.

A few of the bugs tried to land on Mina and she watched them crawl up her arms before flying off, unsatisfied with the lack of pollen.

“They seem to think you’re sweeter.”

“No, they think I’m a flower ‘cause of my skin.” Mina grumbled. “Let’s go in before they swarm! I’ll protect you!”

She looked like she had strayed from the thought of being some sort of butterfly-defeating knight, because Mina looked up, snapping her fingers.

“Oh! Actually, the website said something about a rare breed being grown here! There were a lot of flower shops around, but this one had the..the..chocolate. Something.”

“The chocolate-something huh?” Ren grinned and Mina’s lower lip stuck out in a pout.

“You know what it is, don’t you, miss flower expert?”

Ren took a moment to really process what Mina had said, and her honey-gold eyes widened.

“The chocolate cosmo? They grow those here? Those are so rare!” She turned, pulling her girlfriend into the shop with her. A small bell hanging from the door jingled, signalling their entry.

The shop had appeared small from the outside, but on the inside it was huge, every nook filled up with flowers. The floor-to-ceiling windows across the shop were reminiscent of a greenhouse, letting sunlight fill up every corner of the building.

A woman at the front desk was arranging flowers and gave them a pleasant smile.

“Can I help you ladies find anything?”

It was said in English; Mina knew some basic phrases thanks to their classes, but Ren’s was slightly better.

“She’s asking if we need help,” Ren clarified in Japanese.

“We’re just looking, thank you!” Mina replied, hoping she’d said that correctly. The woman nodding and going back to work confirmed she had, and Mina sighed a breath of relief.

“Alright, let me know if you do need any help.”

Ren, however, had a mission she was on herself. She ignored most of the more common flowers in favor of searching for the rare chocolate cosmos, and found them near the back, delicately arranged in a pale pink pot.

“Here they are.” She said in a hushed tone, pulling Mina closer to them.

“Huh? These are them? I’m not trying to sound disappointed or anything, but they aren’t even brown, they’re red!”

Mina squatted on the floor beside Ren. Her girlfriend was entranced, eyes sparkling while she traced a finger under the flower, looking at it’s stem and leaves. She had her head tilted so far sideways that she had to reach up and brush strands of white hair out of her eyes. She looked determined to study every inch of the flower.

“They’re called that because they smell like chocolate! This plant..it’s really healthy, look at this color! I bet they smell sweet, too.” She leaned over them, eyes squinting closed. Her face was marked with an expression of bliss. “These are incredible.”

“No, you are.” Mina murmured. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

When she looked up, Ren had a yellow dots of pollen coating her nose from smelling the flowers.

Mina laughed.

“All..super into flowers. When you get all excited about them and talk a lot. Or when you get really into training or talking about what you wanna do after school. Just..seeing you passionate. I really love that side of you.”

Ren could feel her own face turning so red that she probably matched the flowers in front of them.

Mina reached up, using her thumb to wipe the pollen off of her girlfriend. Her hand strayed, lingering on her cheek and both girls could hear their hearts pounding in their ears.

“Here, you smell them, too.”

Mina did. She gasped, reeling back and pointing at the flower.

“Oh my gosh, they smell just like chocolate! That’s so weird!”

Ren couldn’t help but laugh.

“Right? If I had some of these my whole dorm would probably smell like that. Do you want to hear about some of the meanings of flowers around the shop?” Ren offered.

Mina leapt to her feet, offering her hands to Ren. She pulled her to her feet and then wrapped her arms around Ren’s waist.

“I could listen to you talk all day. Tell me all about the flowers.”

The girls walked together around the shop, stopping every so often to smell flowers, or to point out ones they recognized.

“This,” Ren started, “Is a flower we learned about in biology last month. It was used as an example for flower parts, anyway. Do you remember it?”

“Please don’t ask me school things. Isn’t this supposed to be a vacation?” Despite the joke, Mina scrunched up her eyebrows, trying to recall the flower. It was a striking pink and yellow, with wide, waxy petals.

She had spent countless nights laying on her girlfriend’s bed, just listening to the other girl talk about her beloved flowers- she knew a lily enough by now, biology class or not they were pretty common, but the exact name for this one escaped her.

“I know it’s a lily?” She offered.

“Yes! A stargazer lily. The colors reminded me of you..but, well, overall...hm, I think…” She trailed off. Ren’s eyes swept over the shop, lighting up when they landed on another flower. “Good, I knew they’d have them. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but I’m sure of it now.”

“What’s that, darling?” Mina asked.

Ren strode forward and Mina followed until they reached a puffy pink bouquet of flowers.

“They’re more understated than roses, but these are camellias. If you were a flower, these would be the ones I’d pick to represent you. In pink, of course.”

Mina looked thoughtful, then lit up.

“Right, I know what you mean! Camellia..same as like, the lesbian vampire!”

Ren stared at her girlfriend for a full second, biting the inside of her mouth to keep the laughter in. Whatever Ren had expected her to say, it hadn’t been that.

Ren recalled that in those countless nights together, laying on the bed talking, a lot of those nights had also been considered movie nights and they’d usually take turns choosing what to watch. Mina loved horror. The ‘alien’ series was a big favorite, but vampires definitely wormed their way in there somewhere.

“Carmilla is what you’re thinking of, I think. But kinda the same idea. These are flowers of romance.”

“That’s so sweet!” Mina gushed, hugging her girlfriend around the waist again. “Let me pick flowers for you, too! Hang on.”

Ren watched her walk around the shop, eyes narrowed and a look of deep concentration on her face. It took her a few minutes of studying them and looking at the little labels by each flower.

She finally came back, grabbing Ren’s hand and pulling her to the other side of the shop.

“This one. It’s even in your favorite color.”

Mina pointed to a small, yellow-tinted flower by the window.

Ren took a breath, surprised by the choice.

“A primrose? That’s…”

“I know it’s got multiple meanings.” Mina nodded. “I looked into flowers for a while after we met because you’d get so passionate about them. I mean the romantic meaning.”

The symbolism she was talking about, if Ren recalled correctly, was ‘I can’t live without you.’

Knowing Mina cared so deeply that she had went out of her way to do research and impress her left Ren with a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest.

“I feel the same.” She said softly.

“Oh?” Mina looked downright mischievous. “Sounds like you really lilac me.”

“Was that a pun?” Ren laughed. “You’re right, though. Not a daisy goes by when I don’t think of you.”

“Well..honestly, I think it’s thyme to stop, I can’t think of any more flower puns.” Mina admitted sheepishly.

“Really? I could do this all daisy.”

“You already used daisy, dear.”

“Are you releaved that I can’t think of anymore either?”

“Stoooop!” Mina nudged her girlfriend’s shoulder, both of them laughing.

Ren caught a glimpse of a orange streak of something swaying, disappearing behind a row of plants nearby.

“Mina, there’s a cat.” She whispered, tapping on her arm.

“A cat?” Mina lit up. “Where is it?” Mina glanced back to the florist’s desk, yelling a question. “Can we pet the cat?”

“Sure, she’s friendly!” The woman called back. “She stays near the catnip!”

They followed the cat’s path, careful not to startle it, and sat a few feet away on the sun-warmed floor. The cat was by a large pot of catnip, rolling on the floor. It looked up with big, green eyes, evaluating the girls. Mina held her hand out, cooing and calling the cat.

“C’mere, kitty!”

It meowed, tilting its head curiously and trotting towards them.

“C’mere, C’mere! That’s it!” It crawled on Mina’s lap, settling down and purring. Both girl’s reached out, Mina scratching behind it’s ear and Ren gently running her fingers down it’s back.

“Her collar says Pumpkin.”

“Precious pumpkin,” Mina cooed. “Ugh, look, she gets to hang out all day with flowers and just lay in the sun. Cats have it so good.”

“Right? I’d love to do this all day.” Ren laid her head on Mina’s shoulder. “And be with you here all day, too.”

Mina smiled at her, running her other hand through Ren’s hair.

“She’s almost as cute as you. We should get a pet together or something when we get back to Japan.”

“A pet? Is that even allowed?”

“Kouda has his bunny.”

“Isn’t that for his quirk?”

“What, like an attack bunny? Nah, it’s totally just a pet.”

“Yeah, but a pet that he can tell to not pee on the floor and it’ll understand.”

“Parrots can do that with like, everyone. Talk, I mean.”

“What would you even want? A parrot, then?”

Mina looked thoughtful.

“Hm, I dunno! A dog seems fun. We could take it on morning runs with us and tell Mr Aizawa that it’s motivating us to get up early…”

“And who’s room would we keep it in?”

“It could come and go between ours! We could even skip all the training stuff and just ask Kouda to tell it not to tear anything up for us!”

“Even so, it’d be a lot of responsibility on top of our already heavy hero training workload.”

“Aaah, dang it, you’re right, Ren. Why do you have to be wise all the time?”

“You can always help me take care of my plants,” Ren suggested. “And we could look around for shelters to volunteer at if you really wanted to hang out with animals.”

Mina perked up.

“You’d want to?”

“Yeah, sure. And that’d be something good to put on future resumes, right?”

“You’re so right! I wish I would have thought of that sooner!”

Before that conversation could go further, Ren could see Mina pausing, looking over her shoulder at something. When Ren tried to turn and see it, Mina carefully steered her in the other direction.

“What? I want to see what you’re looking at-”

“I wanna buy you something. Will you go wait outside?”

“That’s so sweet. But..honestly, I don’t know if any flowers would survive the plane ride back with no water and the pressure change…”

“No, it’s not that.”

“It’s a sweet gesture to want to raise a pet together, but I doubt this one’s for sale.” Ren said, jokingly petting Pumpkin.

“Not that either! Go outside for a sec!”

Ren noted that Mina took care to put Pumpkin down gently before getting up.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go wait.”

Ren walked to the outside of the shop, trying to focus on the flowers. Her curiosity was piqued though. She peeked back into the shop and saw Mina chatting with the cashier, pointing and something.

Mina had said it wasn’t flowers, but what else could’ve been in a flower shop?

Mina turned, catching Ren’s gaze and grinned, waving and signalling that she’d be out in a minute.

The cat had followed her outside, rubbing itself against Ren’s black boots and looking up at her.

“You wanted more love?” She asked, squatting down.

She pet it, trying not to keep glancing at the window.

It had felt more like a few minutes when she finally emerged.

“Need some help up?”

Mina offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet. Ren dusted off her skirt.

“First off, this. The lady gave it to me for free with the actual gift ‘cause she said they’re a romantic gift.”

Mina offered a single pink rose. Ren took it, inhaling it’s sweet scent and shutting her eyes.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“Nah, that’s not even the real thing I was going for! Hold out your hands and close your eyes.” Mina requested.

Ren obeyed, squeezing her eyes shut and extending her hands.

Something light and papery was placed on her palms.

“Here you are, my lady.”

In her hands was a small paper bag with a pink ribbon closing the top. When Ren peeked into it, she caught a glimpse of a jar, and something small and round at the bottom.

“What’s this?”

“Open it!”

Ren pulled the jar out first, twisting the jar and opening it. It was a small candle, a cream white color with a yellow swirl.

“It’s lemon cake scented! I saw them at the front desk and thought it’d be a good souvenir.”

“I love it. Thank you so much.” She held it close, smiling.

“That’s not all! Look in the other thingy!”

The other ‘thingy’ at the bottom was a small, round satchel.

“Seeds?”

“The choco cosmos! You said flowers might not survive the plane trip without wilting, so the lady said the seeds would be a good alternative. I know they’re kinda hard to get in Japan.”

“Mina, that’s so sweet, but..these must have cost-”

“Don’t worry about prices! Buuut, if you want to repay me…”

Mina playfully tapped her lips with her pointer finger and batted her eyelashes.

“I think we should put our tulips together.”

Ren didn’t hesitate to accept the invitation, sweeping up her girlfriend into her arms, leaning down and kissing her softly.

When she pulled away, breathless, she could see rainbow swaths of flowers around them reflected in Mina’s dark eyes as they fluttered open.

It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

A breeze picked up, sending flower petals swirling around them, almost in slow-motion, but neither girl noticed, being too focused on each other.

Mina’s fingers still held Ren’s cheeks tenderly, and Ren’s own hands moved to cover them.

“I love you,” Ren whispered, bumping her nose against Mina’s. If possible, Mina’s pink skin was flushed a deeper shade of pink, nearly ruby.

“Love you more.”

“No. That’s impossible, because I love you the most.” Mina insisted.

“But I love you more than ‘the most’-”

Their faux argument was cut short by water splashing against their ankles- the sprinklers in front of the flower shop had activated.

“Eek! Let’s go! Yaomomo will be really upset if these outfits get ruined!”

“Momo? I’ll be really upset if they get ruined!”

They jogged out of the way and back to the main streets, panting and giggling, hands clasped together.

“Now,” Mina grinned, “What do you say to a romantic dinner after all the excitement? We can find somewhere with grilled octopus~!”

“I’d love that.”

Almost as much as I love you.

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Plucking Petals (Lafayette x Reader) Part 1

Prompt: “Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I wasn’t really planning on writing any Hamilton/imagines but here we are...This is part 1 out of 2, but let me know if you want the second part!

You and Gilbert du Motier de Lafayette had been friends since you were in frilly, cloth diapers. You had grown up in the same commune in Chavaniac, France, due to both your fathers being apart of noble military lineage.

You spent almost every single day together: running around the buildings, riding horses, laying around the fountain in the middle of the estate, getting into more trouble than either of your families cared to admit.

You were thick as thieves and the best of friends. His father was a higher rank than yours so it was expected that you referred to Lafayette by his last name, but he allowed you to call him by his first name, Gilbert. You were the only one Lafayette felt comfortable talking to out of all the kids in the whole estate, most of them acting like the self-entitled brats they were with rich and powerful fathers.

It was strange for either of you to be apart from one another for an extended period of time, so when Lafayette started schooling with his tutor, you were quite lonely. You spend long hours walking in the estates shared gardens by yourself or learning from your mother how to sew; just waiting for the hour to strike six o’clock and Lafayette’s studies to be done with for the day.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Lafayette asked after his very first month of schooling finished.

You were both sitting in the rose garden, your favorite spot, hidden away from your nannies. They had probably given up searching for you and gone inside to cool down on this warm spring day, hoping you would come out of hiding soon.

You had been sighing and picking the petals off roses all afternoon. You dropped the petal less rose you were holding before and looked down at him.

“I’m bored, Gilbert,” You sighed again

“Do you want to play A Game of Graces? Jou-Jou? Marelles?” He asked and sat up. He had been laying down at your feet, fallen petals collecting on his face.

“No…not so bored as much as…restless.” You corrected and wiped the built up pollen on your hands onto your dress.

“Why?” Lafayette stood up and sat down next to you on the stone bench.

You snapped another flower from its bush and trace its soft bloom.

“I want to go to school like you do.” You explained with another sigh.

Lafayette let out a snort and snickered, “But you’re a girl, you’re not allowed.”

You face flushed and your entire body stiffened. “I know that!” You said

“I don’t even think my tutor would allow you into the library!” He teased, seeing it get a rise out of you.

“That’s not funny!” You yelled at him.

“He’d probably tell you to go play with your dolls and leave reading to the men.” He laughed, holding his stomach.

“Just because I’m a girl doesn’t make me a fool!” You snapped at him and shoved him hard. He tumbled off the bench and you were glad to see the smile leave his face.

Lafayette scrambled to sit up, quickly realizing his offense to you.

“I may be a girl but that doesn’t mean I can’t learn everything you do. I’m tired of sitting around, waiting for you to finish your studies every day the day, I want to be learning with you.”

You abruptly stood up and threw the rose at his face, hoping its thorns would prick his skin. You huffed, gathered up your dress in a rather undignified manner, and marched away from him.

“Y/N!” He called but you ignored him as you ducked underneath bushes.

As soon as you escaped the jungle of plants, your nanny spotted you and rushed over, relieved you had finally reappeared. She scolded you on your messy appearance and ushered you back towards the house for supper. You glanced over your shoulder to the garden, spotting Lafayette watching you from under a rose bush. You turned your nose up at him and continued towards the house.

You didn’t talk to Lafayette for two whole days after he had mocked you for your desire to learn. Not speaking for two days in Y/N and Lafayette friendship time was like not speaking for 2 years. You avoided going near the building him family stayed in and the library he studied at. You sat and plucked flower petals at the edge of the rose garden, not sneaking into the hideout you and Lafayette shared. Your nanny fussed over how dirty you were getting from being outside, but you were too stubborn to get up and do anything else with your time.

It wasn’t until the third day that you and Lafayette finally spoke again. Your nanny was getting too unbearable to listen to so you finally snuck into your garden hiding spot. You lounged on the grass, watching bugs flutter by, and of course, ripping petal off roses.

Suddenly, a presence was looming over you. Before you had a chance to react an armful of heavy books dropped onto your lap.

“Ow!” You cried, thighs sore from the impact. You looked up, already knowing the only person it could be.

“What was that for!?” You demanded from Lafayette. You looked down at the books and your face redden with anger. “Come to gloat about your education. Make fun of me while you study?”

Lafayette dropped down next to you and pulled off his cap, sweat on his forehead. No doubt he was tired from caring the mountain of books from the library all the way to the gardens.

You shoved the books off your lap and began to smooth out your dress, acting aloof, but watching the books from the corner of your eye.

“You said you wanted to learn like I do right? Want to study with me? Well, I’m going to teach you everything I’ve learned so far.” Lafayette said and started pulling books out of the large pile.

“What do you want to learn first? Reading? Writing? Astronomy? Arithmetic?” Lafayette asked, summarizing the subject of the books he went through.

You turned towards him a little and raised your eyebrow.

“You’re going to teach me?”

He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “Of course.”

If this was a trick he was trying to play, it was very mean spirited.

“Really?” You said, squinting at him and crossing your arms.

“Yes. You said you wanted an education, no teacher will tutor you, so I will.” He said a mixed expression of shyness and determination on his face.

Oh.

You face softened a little.

“Really?” You asked again, a smile slowly spread across your lips.

“Yes!” He said with a laugh, secretly worried you thought the whole idea was preposterous or you were still mad at him.

You flung your arms around him and held onto him with an iron grip, laughing. Lafayette laughed and hugged you back. You sat like that for a moment, heart racing in excitement at the prospect being taught like any boy would be. Not only that but learning from Lafayette, your best friend.

“Thank you, Gilbert.” You said once you each released each other.

“I am sorry for what I said before.” He looked down, fiddling with the front cover of a book.

You leaned in a placed a kiss on his cheek to let him know he was forgiven. A wide grin spread on both your faces.

“We need to get started Y/N!” Lafayette buzzed, patting the book cover. “You’re already a month behind me, you need to work hard if you’re going to catch up!”

You giggled as the two of you tried to decide which subject to start with.

Reading was first.

The years you and Lafayette shared at the estate were long and full of good memories. All the hours you spent learning from Lafayette in the rose garden, the games you played, the time you spent together.

A few months after Lafayette’s 13th birthday, he was commissioned an officer by the royal French military, and you knew things weren’t going to be the same anymore; you were both growing up.

Both of your fathers were in the military, all the men on the estate were military. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that one day all the boys in Chavaniac would grow up to become officers, it just seemed like the time had come so quickly.

Though Lafayette wasn’t called for active duty at the time of the war, the next few years were extremely hard for both of you to endure. Lafayette’s father was killed in action and his mother and grandmother as well as your own mother, all passed away due to an illness that overtook the estate in 1770. The illness had taken many people’s lives from the estate. Lafayette was left orphaned and you were left with only your father.

Lafayette inherited his parent’s fortune and residence so he was able to stay on the estate without fear of being sent away, not that any of the senior officers could bear to do that to the young man.

The next few years you spend together were blurred. Time didn’t have room to exist between the tears and pain you and Lafayette shared. You spent hours together in silence, hidden away from the world in a corner of an unoccupied library or against the rose garden. You shared a deep agony that only the other could understand or help to soothe.

It really wasn’t until you both turned 15 that you felt like all the pain you and Lafayette had endured was calming down. But you were both grown adults now and so you couldn’t go back to how things use to be. No more free evenings spent together, reading books to each other or talking for hours. Lafayette was the head of his house and given complete control now that he was old enough and had to take care of everything his parents use to run. You, however, were subjected to all womanly duties your mother used to carry out: instructing the maids, tending to your father, sowing, entertaining the few guests that would come by, sitting around all day not doing anything else.

You didn’t mind being a step in for your mother, it was an easy enough job taking care of the house while your father worked or was away. If you were lucky, you and Lafayette were still able to spend some time together, getting together whenever you could.

All seemed to be going as well as it could until the end of 1776.

Lafayette told you the news when you were taking a stroll together around the estate. He had sent a Page to request your company for that evening and he met you right outside your family’s residence.

You smiled when you opened the door and he beamed back at you. Lafayette had grown to be so stately and dapper, a prominent leader of the estate.

Somehow, your affections for him had grown ever more for him since you were children. He was very charming and attractive and it was very hard to not become completely enamored of him.

He turned and stuck his arm out for you. You wrapped your hand around it and set the rod of your opened parcel on your other shoulder. Lafayette began to lead you around the estate.

“You look very lovely today, Miss. Y/L/N.” He said.

You laughed, “As do you, Marquis de Lafayette.”

The affection and fondness you held for each other was palpable, grown more with age, though had never been spoken out loud.

You talked for a while and caught each other up on what was happening, which really wasn’t much.

“Y/N, I do have something to tell you,” Lafayette said as you stopped by the rose garden.

You were plucking petals from a red rose and stopped when you heard the thickness of his voice.

“Yes?” You said, frozen in place, not knowing what to expect.

“I’m-I’m leaving.” He said in a soft voice.

Fear ripped through your body. Your corset, which up until now felt was merely uncomfortable, felt like it was crushing your lungs.

“America?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

It felt like every time you spoke to Lafayette, he brought up the colonies and of the revolution there. He couldn’t seem to take his mind off of it and had told you he wanted to go there to fight, you just never thought he would really go through with it. But you knew he wouldn’t stay at the estate forever, something would eventually pull him away, either by choice or force.

“Yes. My ship is leaving soon.” He explained

Your throat felt thick and your eyes started to water. You cleared your throat and asked, “How soon, Gilbert?”

“Morning.”

You sharply inhaled and spun around to face him.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why were you keeping this from me?” Tears prickling in your eyes and hands shaking.

“I didn’t want you to be sad in the days we had left together” Lafayette explained

“Oh.” You said as tears came pouring down your face and the flower you were holding dropped to the ground.

“Oh.” You said again, voice cracked and you covered your face with your hands.

Lafayette rushed forward wrapped his arms around you and you sobbed into his jacket.

“Don’t-don’t…please. We need you here. I need – I need you here.” You begged into his chest.

Lafayette just held you, not saying a word.

You looked up at him with blurred vision and Lafayette released one of his arms to pull a handkerchief out of his pocket. He wiped your eyes and cheeks so they were tear free, though fresh ones replaced those only seconds later.

“Come now Y/N,” He whispered into your hair after returning his arm to its previous position on your back.

You simply indignantly whimpered and held Lafayette closer.

“It won’t be that long. I’ll write to you every chance I get. And I’ll think of you always.” Lafayette reassured you.

You nodded slightly and looked up at him again.

“Don’t forget me.” You begged between sobs

“Oh my darling, I could never.” He breathed and kissed you gently on the lips.

“Gilbert…I-I…” You quietly gasped, knowing what you wanted to say but not how to say it.

“Sssssh. I know.” He whispered, wiping away your tears with his hand before leaning in to kiss you again.

This man, who held your heart was leaving with it in his pocket.

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