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[sunyatas]

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[polteashop]

🎶 Snowy from Undertale

It doesn’t often snow in the tangle, but when it does, it’s truly a sight to behold c:

Anyways, I feel like Hibiscus would enjoy the song! :D I can see her playing it while running the shop, to encourage a peaceful atmosphere~ The cheerful and peaceful vibes it gives off reminds me a bit of her as well! ^^

[takeurexam]

guard down, because im safe around you

-sylus x gen! reader

>sylus is usually known for his cold demanour, his deal-addict dealings and being the leader of onychinus. he's known having his guard all the time, but when he meets you under the moonlight with fireworks, its as if he's a whole another person.

a/n: this can be mc or not :) i didnt think of mc, but if you want to, then sure

-inspired by nightplumes sylus like i love him that card is so good, and sorry if hes a little ooc

After your return to Linkon from the N109 zone, it feels awfully weird not seeing the dark skies, or the redish hue around the place. Linkon was... bright, compared to the N109 zone.

And you cant help but remember the oh-so annoying leader of Onychinus. You even feel yourself roll your eyes everytime you think of that man, although he was pretty much fine- he was annoying.

But you felt awfully bothered without him. You felt that the world lacked a little without the leader of onychinus teasing you, or making deals with you or some other people.

Well, he wasn't the only teasing man known to man, or unfazed.. and cocky, along with overpowered... but why was it that he felt different if you looked for someone like him? There were a lot like him in Linkon, yet he's the only one you wish to meet.

"Hey, you okay?" Tara bumps your shoulder as you stood there by the coffee machine, "You've been staring at the machine for like... two minutes straight." She tilts her head, with concern on her face.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Im fine." You honestly hope you were, because you dont wanna even think about the man anymore who scrambled across your thoughts.

"Sure? Well, see you." She shrugs and skips away from you as you blink into reality, remembering you still had work to do for the afternoon.

You sit down your desk, scrolling down your computer to see Linkon's latest news, chirping into the articles. A few more hours of work to go, then.

"Take a break." Tara nudges you, "Im gonna head over to the snack bar, you should get some air at the balcony." She points towards the snack bar, as you nod at her suggestion.

"Sure, eat well." You wave to her while she walks away. You prepare to stand up, along with a stretch and a yawn as you bring your phone and some snack to relax at the balcony for a while.

You make your way to the balcony; you push open the door to the balcony to reveal a snowy balcony with snow still pouring from the sky. You hug your coat tightly as you head over to the rails and admire the view.

The view was just the dark nights of Linkon, with the white snow dropping all around the bright city. You take a bite of your snack as you admire the view, taking in some fresh air, and not some from the office.

A caw suddenly interrupted your moment, as you see a familliar bird.. or crow, clawed over at the rails, staring at you.

"Mephisto?" You tilt your head, as you look at the mechanical bird, "Why are you here?" You touch it to confirm if it really is the mechanical crow, which indeed, it was.

"Sylus probably sent you out for an errand. You probably just noticed me over this balcony." Chuckling to yourself, you were reminded of the man you just mentioned.

You look over to the crow, "Its nice having company. Even atleast if you're a mechanical crow, its still quite comforting somehow."

The crow just caws as its head tilts, keeping its eye on you.

"I wonder, how is Sylus doing?" You stare back into the city view, "Its been a while since i've returned to Linkon. I haven't talked to Sylus in a while, which oddly feels weird." You start mumbling out.

"Its as if a part of me is still used to the N109 zone." You chuckle, "Im speaking nonsense now." You look over to the crow, "I'll be heading back in, Mephisto. Continue your errand." You walk away, but you dont forget to wave goodbye to the crow.

The time was currently 9:00pm, and you did your weekly overtime today. It was quite a tiring day, and you still had to drive your way home, despite being tired.

You grip the wheel of your car, as you start the engine; your phone suddenly rings unusually. But once you read the name, you dont hesitate any longer as you answer the call.

"Sweetie." There he was. The person your heart somehow missed- the one who your mind declined yet your heart was accepting, the Leader of Onychinus. His deep voice lingered around your ear.

"Sylus? Its about nine, what do you need?" You reply, gripping your phone in your hand.

"Meet me at the city lake." He suddenly announces, as your heart beats, "Huh?" You keep your voice normal, pretending that your heart was drumming hundreds per second.

"I thought a part of you missed me?" He chuckles against the phone, as you feel yourself go red, "No I dont- it was the N109 zone-" You pause. "How do you know I said something like that? Wait no-" You stumble with your words, with Sylus just laughing at you.

"Just go, Sweetie."

So here you were, driving 70km as you drove over to the designated location Sylus requested for you two to meet. Its as if you were late to work, and you drove so fast than you usually would, just for Sylus.

You find somewhere to park the car, as you notice his motorcycle parked nearby, which indicated that he was just somewhere close to you.

And there he was, his back facing you as he leaned over to the rails nearby the lake, he was wearing a brown coat which fit him perfectly.

His white hair was full of snow, which you let out a quiet snicker.

You approach him as he notices your prescence; oddly, you notice him flinch a little, which you assume his guard was down.

"You're fast." He comments along with a chuckle, as he adds, "There was a firework show in Linkon today, Luke and Kieran told me, and I suppose I needed a break." He looks at the sky.

"Did Mephisto tell you?" You cross your arms, he laughs, "I watch Mephisto fifty percent of my time. Of course, it would not go unnoticed that it saw a beauty like you, sweetie." There he is again, with his teasing.

"I didn't know there was a show today." You mumble, as you watch the sky in anticipation, "I've been so drowned lately." You sigh, breathing in the nice cold air.

As you anticipated, the fireworks suddenly erupted into the sky as you watch them, with your eyes sparkling.

Sylus dosent even bother to look at the sparkling fireworks. Why would he look at something else thats bright, when the brightest thing he could see was you?

When he notices you about to look back at him, he looks back into the sky, diverting his gaze from you.

"You really are dedicated." You giggle, as you notice the snow again on his hair, "Let me remove the snow on your hair." He smirks, leaning closer to you with his eyes closed.

Your mittens brush the snow from his hair, as he smiled with his eyes closed softly.

"Done!" You pull away as he does so too. He looks at you silently, a smile plastered around his face. "You could've just told me that you missed me, Sweetie." He brings up the balcony topic once again, as you feel your ears go red again.

"I dont miss you." You look away, embarassed.

"But I do." He blurts out.

You feel yourself slowly turn back to him, with your eyes widened, with his oh-so looking geniune smile around his lips. You feel your heart beating loudly that it would soon explode from your ears, and you feel your face fight the cold as you heat up.

"The N109 zone feels a little empty with you," He mumbles, awfully quiet. "I dont like feeling empty." He walks over closer to you, leaning towards you.

"So, let us fill that gap, right now." He leans closer to you as he presses his lips onto yours, snaking his hands over your waist, feeling your warmth.

You dont even process anything anymore except for his lips on yours, as you close your wide eyes, engulfing yourself into his lips, feeling the warmth of his lips cover yours.

Your arms wrap around his neck, as he deepens in further. The fireworks pop up once again, as two people stand under it, sharing their moment together.

bonus:

"What a nice kiss shared by those two." Captain Jenna, Xavier and Tara watch from the side, turning their gaze from the fireworks to the couple nearby.

"If only _____ was here. What a shame." Xavier crosses his arms.

"Wait."

The three pause, looking at the couple.

a/n: i usually write txt but i love this man so much bro 🙏 anyways, hope you guys enjoyed <3

see you soon, @takeurexam

[pupkashi]

“can i hug you? you look like you could do with it”

a/n: hi friends ! i hope u all enjoy this :] thank u for the request and sorry for taking so long :( i feel like this is slightly ooc for satoru but oh well :P

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you always watched gojo from a far, always a bit intimidated by the much taller sorcerer. he was carefree, always standing up to the higher ups in ways you’d only daydreamed of. he always spoke his mind, never once holding his tongue when it came to insulting those he disliked.

you’d always give him small smiles, telling him good morning and to have a good evening the times you had passed by him, not wanting to seem rude.

he would always say it back, continuing the conversation with you until you parted ways. he’d stand up for you during meetings, never allowing the higher ups to disrespect you. anytime he’d see your eyes widen a bit at the mention of a mission that seemed too difficult, he was quick to offer himself up in your place.

“don’t you geezers think i should take the mission on? y/n had something planned for the students anyway” he says, anger evident in his voice, but he’s shooting you a smile and a thumbs up as he speaks.

“fine, you can take this one gojo” one of the higher ups say, “y/n you’re free to leave.”

gojo watched you with a love struck look on his face. one you didn’t notice as you were too busy scurrying out of the room, trying your best to not get on the higher ups bad side.

after the third meeting of gojo taking on your missions you decided you should at least thank the man. you approached him shyly, giving him a small smile and saying hello, gojo smiled brightly at you, asking how you were.

the two of you clicked fairly quickly, eating lunch together when you could and making easy conversation. you’d listen to him gush about the first years and shit on the higher ups and he’s listen to you rant about your day and talk about the shows you were watching.

it’d only been a couple weeks since the two of you actually started to get to know each other, but you considered him a friend of yours, even if sometimes you did wish it was more than friendship.

you find yourself walking the empty halls on a thursday afternoon, the clocks ticking in the classrooms as you passed by them, heading towards your office to finish up some paperwork before the higher ups would get onto you for it. the setting sun causes golden rays to leak through the countless windows, shining on you as you continue down the halls.

there’s a cool breeze as you step outside, a sigh as you hold onto the papers in your hands a bit tighter, walking towards the garden area to cut through and get to your office a bit quicker.

a mess of snowy white hair catches your eye, making you slow your steps.

gojo satoru sat on one of the many benches, his elbows resting on top of his knees, chin in his hands. his uniform was a bit scuffed, you could only assume he’d gone out on a mission and only recently returned.

his eyes were covered by the familiar black blindfold, but there was a small frown on his lips. you debated not cutting through the garden today, leaving your new friend unbothered, but your body make the choice for you, already walking towards the strongest sorcerer with a small smile on your face.

“good afternoon gojo” you greeted, still a couple steps away when he turned to look at you, his entire demeanor changing to his usual cheery self.

“hey y/n! whatcha up to now?” his head titled a bit to the side, the mannerism reminding you of a puppy.

“just paperwork, how bout you?” you reply, sitting next to him on the bench, setting your papers down next to you, phone placed on top so they didn’t fly away.

“oh the usual,” he sighs, tilting his head back with a sigh, “thinking about my students, the future for the Jujutsu world and our place in the universe” he laughs dryly and you chuckle softly.

“but hey! there’s nothing gojo satoru can’t do” there’s a strained cheeriness to his tone, it’s makes your chest tighten. a tight smile paints his features, one that doesn’t even reach his eyes like it usually does. his shoulders are slumped and there’s no confident aura like there usually is.

now it’s your turn to frown, looking at him with gentle eyes before you’re speaking up, “can i hug you? you look like you could do with it” your face is burning and your heart is racing.

gojo is looking at you dumbfounded, did you really just ask him that? did someone tell you about his little crush on you?

“sorry! i didn’t mean to cross a line since we just-” you begin, your hands waving apologetically before you’re cut off with his arms around you.

the sudden contact renders you still for a second, then you’re snaking your arms around his neck, letting one of your hands find purchase on the back of his neck.

he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck, you can hear a soft hiccup leave his mouth. you don’t mention it, you only squeeze him tighter to you, trying to hold him together, trying to show him you’re there for him.

“it’s okay” you whisper, “I’m right here for you.” your words seem to strike something in him, as his grip around you tightens, his arms are firm around your waist, his fingers gripping the fabric of your uniform, as if he was scared if he let go you’d disappear.

it’s only minutes later of your hushed reassurance that he’s loosening his grip on you, pulling away with a bashful smile on his face.

“if we weren’t friends before we certainly are now” you smile at him softly. the words elicit a chuckle from the sorcerer.

“who told you?” he asks suddenly, following your movements as you pick up the stack of papers next to you.

“told me what?” your brows are furrowed softly and he can’t help but think of how adorable you look.

“‘bout how i like you” he smiles, his confidence already back in full swing as he’s grinning down at you, loving the way you grew flustered at his words.

“what?! no! nobody told me anything!” you shriek, suddenly holding the papers tightly to your chest, heart pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.

“huh, figured you would’ve noticed by now” he mumbled, “you didn’t think i was taking on all your difficult missions as a coincidence did ya?”

you’re speechless as you stare at the man infront of you, never once did the thought of the gojo satoru having feelings for you cross your mind.

“well- i mean i thought it was” you sputter out, “why would i think anything else” you laugh nervously, “i thought you were just being nice!”

satoru is just smiling at you, shaking his head and watching the way the gears turn in your head as you ramble on.

“- and so i didn’t want the entire world to just implode you know?” you look up at him, slightly out of breath and your eyes still a bit wide. “what?” you grin, taking in the way he’s looking at you, not exactly sure what he’s smiling about.

“so you do like me? or was that whole metaphor not really a metaphor and the future of the world is in the palm of your hands” his head is cocked to the side again, a cocky smile on his lips and you’re rolling your eyes.

“yeah” you breathe out, looking anywhere but him, trying to slow down your heart rate as you realize what you’ve just admitted and who you’d admitted it to.

satoru doesn’t care that your poor heart’s going a million miles an hour, he’s putting his hand under your chin and forcing you to look at him. he has a soft smile on his face, one that grows wider when he notices the way you squirm under his touch, flustered beyond belief.

“how about dinner tomorrow at 7? I’ll pick you up” there’s a reassuring calmness in his voice that makes you smile back at him, nodding and replying with an ‘okay.’

it’s quiet for a second between the two of you, but he’s quick to break the silence.

“thank you,” he clears his throat before elaborating, “for being here for me,” shifting in his seat as you look at him.

now it’s your turn to stare at him while his eyes are darting from plant to plant. you’re biting back a small smile as you reply, “course, I’ll always be here.”

satoru studies your features, only finding genuine kindness written across your face. the same kindness that made his mornings a bit brighter and his late nights less exhausting. the same smile that makes lunch breaks feel too short and missions away much too long.

the two of you sit on the bench long enough for the moon to say hello. both of yoh staring up at the sky and it’s stars, your hands rest in the space between the two of you, pinkies brushing every once in a while.

satoru is the first to make a move, linking his pinky around yours before diving in and intertwining your fingers with his.

the two of you continue talking, neither one of you daring to acknowledge your linked hands. the blush on satoru’s cheeks was a secret kept between the moon and him, and the way your stomach flipped was kept quiet between the stars and yourself.

when you finally do reach your office, it’s only to set your paperwork down on your desk, closing the door and taking satoru’s hand back in yours.

“ready?” he asks and you nod, letting him wrap an arm around you and hold you close to him, giggles leaving both of your lips as he walks you home.

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[kakujis]

☆ 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒...

“...AND SHE'S FALLING ASLEEP, AS SHE'S WALKING WITH STRANGERS.”

synopsis: satoru’s had his eye on you for a while, who other than his best friend, suguru, to help him get you home?

warnings: dark content/ageless + minors DNI. afab!fem reader, modern au, naive/shy! reader, non curse! au. yandere!satoru. drugging, dubcon, voyeurism(sort of), non-consensual picture taking/recording, dacryphilia, fingering, p*ssy slapping, creamp*e, restraints, possessive behavior, blackmail, degradation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, angel, good girl), drooling, your friends are really shitty, suguru calls u a slut like one time. suguru is mean, satoru is less mean kind of, he's probs ooc at times. that should be it, if i forgot anything pls lmk.

ft + wc: mainly gojo x reader, lil bit of suguru x reader. around 5.8k.

network: @enchantedforest-network

a/n: well. this was a doozy lol. i started it back in mid september and it's taken me around a month to get here which is actually pretty fast for me! this was supposed to be part of my first mini kinktober but u can see with the pace i'm writing at... well LOL. anyways, big thank you to wallaby for actually getting me out of the rut to write this, koca the loml for helping me w satoru's dialogue (dirty talk)!! @sxgars for the banner, and nie, the other loml, for proofreading!

the embers burn under the twilight sky, as gojo satoru’s laugh bounces amongst the crowd. with feet buried in the sand, hands stuck in your hoodie, you stare at the bonfire. every so often, someone’ll throw another log in to keep it burning, the wood crackling like fireworks. it’s an interesting set of sounds, sights, and smells.  

your eyes flicker throughout the people surrounding you, some chatting away, some speaking only through makeout sessions, some are probably even arguing. none of them are your friends, not even acquaintances. you’re not sure why you agreed to come out tonight, coaxed by your own friends, who swore up and down they wouldn’t leave you alone this time, but ditched you when they found their hook up for the night. 

meanwhile, on the other side of the bonfire is gojo, handsome with snowy hair and blue eyes hidden behind his staple sunglasses, but loud and boisterous as he jokes with his friends, a small semi circle of individuals surrounding him. must be nice, you think before sighing and taking another sip of your watered down alcoholic drink, looking away when a voice calls out to you making you jump a little. 

“you alright?” he asks, squatting down to reach your eye level as you sit. when you look back, it’s geto suguru right in front of you, his own drink in hand, illuminated by the fiery light of the bonfire and the pale moonlight, the colors clashing against his skin. 

“i’m fine,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady, but you’re already ready to back away. you’ve always thought geto was handsome, tall, with dark hair and dark eyes, and an aura you just couldn’t read. perhaps it was the infatuation that kept you here on this sandy beach, even when your friends were long gone, eyes always finding him whenever one of you passed by each other at parties like this. “you?” 

“it’s alright,” he shrugs, pulling out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and leaning back, using the bonfire to light it up. you watch as he brings it back to his lips and takes a long drag, cheeks hollowing as he inhales, before making sure to blow away from you. “much better when there’s a pretty girl around.”  

you heat up, looking at your toes, peeking through the sand. “.. thank you,” you reply, struggling to look at him as he takes a seat next to you on your towel. “you’re not so bad yourself. you’re geto suguru, right?” 

“why, thank you,” he says, scooting closer to you, “and i am. what’s your name?” 

you give him your name, heart pounding away at the close proximity. beyond the scent of smoke, he smells woodsy, sort of like incense. you wonder if you smell similarly, your vanilla perfume mixing in with the bonfire fumes. 

“pretty name,” he says before he repeats it back, the syllables rolling off his tongue easily and straight into your stomach, “you staying out much longer?”

he makes you dizzy, and somewhat anxious, you were never planning - at least in this lifetime - on ever meeting him, let alone actually speaking to him. you’re not used to this, more comfortable with people watching than interacting.

you shake your head, “nah, i was gonna head home soon,” you glance out toward the ocean swells, waves crashing against the beach before they recede back into the tide. “my friends are already gone, so there’s not much else for me to do.”

“aw, really? that’s a shame,” he replies and you peek back, his mouth pressed into a hard line, his  thumb tapping against his cheek, before he nods, brightening up. “need someone to walk you home?” 

you pause, “um… no, it’s okay, i-”

“you’re gonna walk home this late at night?” he asks, cutting you off with an eyebrow raised, “by yourself?” 

you glance over at the darkened road, the dim lights of the city sprinkled far off in the distance. it’s foreboding and who knows what lurks in the dark? besides, wouldn’t it be better to walk home with someone? the warm amber light from the fire plays on his face as you glance back at him. 

“i don’t bite,” he continues, giving a reassuring smile as his hands come up playfully, “i swear.”  

“… okay,” you give in, nodding, “sure.” you make a move to get up, but he stops you. 

“wait,” he starts, bringing his drink up closer towards you. “let’s have a toast.”

you giggle, the tension easing out of you, before holding yours up as well, “a toast to what?” 

he smiles back, “to new friendship.” he tips his cup to yours, but doesn’t take into account how much stronger his clink would be compared to yours. the rest of your sticky drink crashes down onto you, spilling and seeping through your clothes, while suguru’s quick to mutter out, “oh shit, sorry!” 

you shake your head, “don’t worry! it’s fine!” but suguru isn’t hearing it, his cigarette dangling haphazardly from his mouth as his brow is scrunched in concentration while he tries his best to wipe at the mess with his hands. embarrassingly, your core flutters at his touch, especially when his fingers swipe across your thighs. 

“let me clean you up,” he says, half mumbled from the cig, handing his drink over to you, before unzipping his jacket. “don’t have any napkins on me, sorry.” 

your nerves continue to fire off, getting the best of you and the words of ‘really! it’s fine!’ die off your tongue. you glance around, looking for something, anything, to take your mind off of geto’s sweater dragging across your exposed skin, especially when he dips down in between your thighs dangerously close to your heat, to dab at the liquid that’s dripping off your body. 

gojo’s laugh booms again, causing you to glance over at him and you welcome the distraction. you catch his eye and he gives you an excited little wave, catching you off guard. you wonder if he can see just how flustered you are, but still, you raise your own hand back and he grins wider, before breaking eye contact as someone else calls for his attention. 

in an effort to calm your nerves, the recent memory of gojo’s affable bright smile definitely not helping, you take a big swig of suguru’s drink, forgetting it’s not even yours. his drink is stronger, thanks to the lack of melted ice, burning as it slides down your throat which makes you cough up some, scrunching your nose as some liquid runs down the side of your mouth. 

but geto uses a thumb to catch it, smirking at the way you blink up at him bewildered, “all clean.” 

you take a breath to steady yourself before speaking, “um, could you…  take me home?” you push his hands away, wanting nothing more than to hide under the safety of your covers. at this rate, you might pass out, the night’s been a bit too eventful for your taste. 

he nods, getting up and dusting himself before reaching out with an outstretched hand. you take it without hesitation, tensing when he starts to brush the sand off your shorts. you let him do that for a few moments, breathing hitching when his hand gets concerningly close to the bare skin of the back of your thighs, heart thrumming in your chest and pounding in your ears.

“just making sure,” he says, before he throws his cigarette into the pit, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. “lead the way, princess.” he grins as he steps off to the side to make room and give a small courtesy bow which makes you laugh. 

he makes eye contact with satoru and gives a small wave before leaving with you, catching you each time you stumble in the sand, marked by shoe and foot prints from excited partygoers. he lets you know that he’s got you each time while you mutter out various ‘sorry’s!’ meanwhile, gojo peers over his friends, eyes honing in on your forms before he says a quick goodbye to them and runs off. 

as the two of you are finally on solid land, you hear a “wait a minute!” and glance back. jogging towards you is none other than gojo satoru and suddenly you feel like throwing up. you’re not too good at meeting a new person, let alone two. 

“hi!” he says as he huffs, hands placed on his knees. 

“are you actually winded from that?” geto laughs, a pretty little tune that plays on your ear. 

“i drank so much, dude. give me a break.” gojo responds. 

you’re even more uncomfortable as the two of them joke around, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you stare at the ground. satoru shifts so he’s in your view, bending sideways, pretty snowy hair falling down his face. 

“anyways… hey.” he says again but softer this time, twinkly eyes on yours as the corners of his lips upturn. “i’m satoru.” 

“hi,” you say, giving a small wave, before you state your name. “nice to meet you.” 

nervously, you glance back up at geto, who smiles reassuringly back at you. with your heart definitely beating a mile a minute, you back away. “it’s this way.” you say, jutting your thumb behind you, and the two friends nod. 

“we’ll follow you,” geto says, nudging gojo to stand up straight, who in turn, elbows him back. “go ahead.” 

you nod, trudging forward, listening to their continued talk behind you. it’s just their voices, the sea breeze, and the sound of shoes on pavement as you walk. you look back towards them, taking a moment to eye them, you drink in their tall, built forms, the matching dark outfits, sweaters and all, and for a bit, you decide to trust them. you trust the easy going smiles, the laid-back banter, and the way that satoru smiles each time he looks at you does a lot to ease the tension in your body. 

it’s not too long into your walk, maybe only 30 minutes since you took the last of your drink, before you start to feel… strange. there’s a heaviness that starts to settle in your limbs, your mind going foggy. you reach out, grabbing onto one of their sleeves, who’s sleeve? you’re not sure, but you grasp it trying to dig your nails into the cotton fabric, as your knees buckle from your own weight. 

“hey? are you okay?” a voice asks, bouncing around your brain as the scenery starts to spin. you must’ve grabbed suguru’s sleeve, as you try to focus on the inky strands of hair that fall past his shoulders. you reach out with your other arm, trying to grab onto something as you continue to fall, a ring starting to settle in your ears. 

“geto?” you call, as you feel another large hand on your lower back, trying to keep you steady. “i think, i need… to go home.” but you don’t hear a reply as the void takes over you, swallowing you up, as you fall completely unconscious into the arms of geto suguru. 

the two of them are quiet, the easy-going atmosphere suddenly gone. you’re thrown over geto’s arm haphazardly, limbs limp, as they stare down at you. gojo speaks first.

“that was quick,” he says, bending down to brush your hair away from your face. “how much did you give her?” he trails his finger down your cheek, poking the skin, before tracing the outline of your lips. he has half a mind to kiss you, but decides against it, wanting his first with you to be when you’re awake.

“the usual,” geto responds and if you were awake, you’d see he feels a little colder, eyes almost vacant. “you wanna carry her? you like her more don’t you?” 

“i don’t just like her,” gojo responds, before he’s lifting you out of geto’s arms. “i’m gonna make her my girlfriend and depending on how well things go, i’ll marry her soon.. ish.” he cradles you gently, carrying you in his arms, princess-style like as he watches you with mirth filled eyes. 

geto rolls his eyes, “oh yeah, i’m sure she’s gonna wanna date you after this.” 

gojo snorts, glaring daggers at his best friend, “she’s not gonna have a choice.” 

maybe if you weren’t so naive, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. you blink awake, body still heavy from whatever drug was, or perhaps is, still coursing through your veins. the lull of sleep continues to beckon you over, the weight of your eyelids aiding in it’s cause, but you try to stay awake. something feels wrong. 

you decide to start with your legs, wiggling them around when you realize you’re in a bed rubbing your legs against the silken sheets. you focus upwards, wanting to move your arms to prop yourself up, until you realize: you can’t.

the rope around your wrists is tight, coiled up and keeping you locked in place. even as you try your best to wriggle out of them, you’re doing nothing but giving yourself rope burns as panic starts to settle within your bones.the room you’re in looks normal enough, a desk off to the side, jacket hanging on the door, but there’s something sinister in how normal it looks. and you wonder just whose bedroom is this? 

“oh, hey, you’re up.” you hear as the bed dips under the newly added weight. it’s gojo, peering down at you. he’s taken off his top and jacket, leaving only his pants, and if you weren’t terrified, you’d probably appreciate the sight. you can see his eyes clearly now, his sunglasses sitting atop his nightstand and as beautiful as they are, you can’t be lost in them for long. 

“gojo?” you try, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“call me satoru.” he responds, a pretty smile gracing his features. 

“where..” 

“are you?” another voice chimes in, a voice that’s sweet, almost mockingly so. you glance towards the direction it’s coming from to see suguru, head leaning against his open palm. he smiles when the two of you make eye contact, the same disarming smile he gave you a few hours ago. “heyo~”

you’re still disoriented, glancing back between the two of them as you try your best to slide out of the binds. 

“hey, hey,” satoru starts, placing a hand over your wrists, “you’re gonna hurt yourself, baby.” his warmth isn’t comforting, it’s terrifying and the way that pet name falls off his tongue so easily freaks you out further. just where the fuck are you?

you can feel your tears welling up, nevermind the fact that your consciousness is still foggy. you’re exposed - vulnerable - with two men you’ve only met recently. there’s goosebumps on your skin, clad in nothing but your panties as you try to curl in on yourself, but gojo won’t let you. instead, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, your head resting on his thigh. 

“gojo,” you plead, starting to sniffle, “i wanna go home…” 

“satoru.” he reminds you gently, before his hand starts to trail up and down your side, trying his best to comfort you. “i’ll take you home later, okay?” 

you shake your head, tears starting to fall, little droplets stain his pants, “why not now-”

“told you,” suguru drawls, interrupting you while his expression remains uninterested, “she’s scared out of her mind.” 

“thanks suguru, great input.” satoru deadpans, shooting him a glare before his focus is back on you. “i can’t take you home yet, but i will. i promise.” and those words shoot straight to your stomach. it’s so eerily similar to earlier, when geto promised he’d take you home and that he was safe. 

“my friends…” you mumble, “are gonna notice i’m missing.” it’s a pathetic attempt of a threat, your friends are already long gone and home for the night, but there’s the hope that when morning comes and your “i’m home” text doesn’t show up, they’re bound to notice, right? 

“hm? which ones? the ones that left you or the ones that let us take you here? oh wait, those are the same ones.” suguru taunts, snickering as the pit in your stomach grows by the moment, “it’s really funny what people will do for money.” 

you furrow your brow, heart shattering at the confession, because there’s no way your friends would sell you out. but the shit-eating grin that won’t leave suguru’s face, almost as if it’s etched in stone, silently confirms your worst fears. “i don’t…” - understand is the word that should be said, but it escapes you like the sand between your fingers on that fucking beach that you never should’ve been at in the first place. 

“okay, so, don’t freak out.” gojo starts, before muttering, “well i guess you already are, huh.” on the brightside, the drug suguru gave you is strong enough that the disorientation nestled so deeply within you is able to keep your screaming at bay. 

satoru’s focus, unlike yours, is almost too sharp. he’s been chasing after you for a while, but finally having you in his headlights is driving him insane. the tips of his fingers continue tracing up your arm til they find the depressions in your neck, that he has half a mind to wrap around to see what you’d look like with his hand as a necklace. but that can wait, he’ll be soft with you for the first time. 

“the important thing is that you’re here with me. you came out to have fun right? have fun with me and i’ll take you home.” he winks, his easy-going front still on full force as he tries to calm you down, but you flinch when he gets a little too close to your lips. 

in your mind you know, there’s always a catch. “what do you want from me?” you ask, voice featherlight, but everyone in the room knows what it is he wants. 

“i think you know,” suguru chimes and if you could curse him out, you probably would. “why else would we bring you here?” 

“hmm,” gojo hums, his thumb gliding across the top of your cheek to swipe at some of your tears. “you know, you’ve been coming around to our little get togethers for a while, but this is probably our first real conversation.”

gojo’s always liked you. when he first saw you, he thought you were cute. doe-eyed and clumsily searching for an open spot to sit while you did your best to hold onto your friend’s shirt, you caught his eye. cuter still were the pretty laughs that came from you, sometimes even snorting when something particularly funny was said. 

there was a minor issue though: you’d never look at him, no matter how much he bounced off the walls, even when he’d head over and say ‘hi’ to your friends, you scampered away much more interested in your hands situated in your lap. and maybe that was the charm, you were prey he wanted to catch. 

it wasn’t long til he noticed your quick, continued glances at suguru and how you only did it when you were sure he wouldn’t notice you. he was sulky at first, irritated that his best friend seemed to take his spotlight, but who is geto suguru if not gojo satoru’s closest and greatest friend? and with enough prying, geto got the information out of him and simply laughed. gojo was a little hesitant when geto suggested a plan, something they haven’t done in a while. 

“i dunno, i thought we decided we were over that.” satoru pouted that day as he stared off, focused on the others at the park. 

“you got any bright ideas, lover boy?” suguru retorted, leaning back on the park bench, hands in his pockets. 

“nah.” he shrugged, elbows on his knees and bent forward. and so they ended up here again, except, in gojo’s bedroom for once. 

“you know your friends were pretty easy to convince,” satoru grimaces, his thumb swiping at your tears. “you should really get some new ones.” 

you’re unsure if you’re more mortified than flattered that satoru feels so strongly for you. but there are no words that spring up in your mind, there’s nothing you can possibly say. 

“listen, the goal here, princess,” suguru starts putting emphasis on the pet name as he gestures between you and gojo. “is that satoru fucks you, you’re his girl, and you guys get to live happily ever after.” 

“...and if i refuse?” you counter, but your voice is still barely above a whisper as tears continue to fall down your face. 

“dunno if you wanna do that.” satoru sighs, before he catches the phone that suguru throws over. he opens it up, before turning it towards you revealing the photos they took of you earlier, tied up and exposed. “i mean you do look really cute in these, but i’d rather they stay in our circle for now.” 

the weight of that word is heavy, because there is no universe in which you’re allowed to say no. you’ve fallen deep into their sticky web with no chance of climbing out, the only thing left is for their fangs to sink into you. the images they’ve taken burn into your mind and you steel yourself to find your resolve. 

there’s a few pros when you think about it. gojo’s handsome, a little funny, and seems to actually like you. you’re not entirely sure if it outweighs the con of fucking drugging and then kidnapping you, but what can you do with the cards you’ve been dealt? geto is whole nother can of worms you don’t feel like delving into. 

“fine.” you sniffle and gojo perks up, lips curling up into a smile. “… i’ll do whatever you want.”  

“told you she’d say yes.” he singsongs as the other rolls his eyes. “that settles it, you’re officially apart of the gojo clan!” neither you, nor suguru, have the heart to tell him that you didn’t actually agree to marriage. 

“well then!” suguru claps, making you jolt. “let’s get started, yeah?” he shifts from his spot, moving til he’s back up against the headrest. “let’s get you a little more comfortable,” he says, pulling you up til your back is flush against his clothed chest. “that’s better.” 

you don’t have time to worry about just how fast things are going when satoru slots himself between your legs, heart racing in fear mixed with anticipation when he pushes your panties to the side as his fingers flutter around your clit. 

meanwhile, suguru is pulling your thighs back, locked beneath his elbows. as much as you want to close your legs, you can’t. suguru’s too strong for you. 

“you don’t need these, right?” gojo mutters, hands gripping one side of your underwear, but there’s no reason to answer as he rips them clean apart, chucking them onto the floor. 

it’s silent for a moment as satoru watches the rise and fall of your chest, quickened in your panicked state, before his eyes meet yours. he grins, “man, you’re so fucking cute, you know?” 

you heat up under his gaze, and you try to look away, but he simply leans in, so close your noses almost touch as he stares deeply into you before looking down at your lips. your breath hitches again as his lips ghost over yours and you shut your eyes when he asks, “can i?” 

it’s an odd first kiss with your hands tied up and his best friend in the same bed as you in a tangled mess of limbs but he’s surprisingly soft. you’re falling, so deeply into the kiss that you don’t notice the way suguru pulls your knees up more so he can get better access to your chest. 

you squeak when you feel a pinch on your nipple, suguru seemingly getting bored and deciding to pass the time playing with you. your squeals soon turn to moans as he rolls the nub between his fingers and satoru uses the opportunity to slip his tongue in, spit mixing with yours as your mouths mesh together. 

his fingers find their way downward again, lightly trailing up and down your folds with feather light touches, making you twitch each time he brushes against your clit. you jolt when he sinks a finger in, encouraged by the wetness of your hole, pushing back against geto in an attempt to squirm away, but you can’t, sandwiched between two men who can do whatever they want, however they want.  

gojo’s good, adding in another thick finger to your slick heat and sliding in your gummy walls. it’s different from when you do it, your digits are slender and smaller than his. you keel, moaning and thighs trembling, but gojo’s lips stay firmly on yours as does geto’s hand which continues to pinch and palm at your breast, sending ripples of hot pleasure through you. 

“you gonna cum on his fingers, pretty?” geto murmurs, voice low as he nips at your ear. 

satoru continues to pump away, fingers curling into your sweet spot and dotting your vision in stars of white. he picks up the pace when you mewl louder, the sound rushing straight to his dick as your slick rolls down his hand. you press further into suguru, whimpering and thighs tensing before you cum messily on satoru’s fingers, bucking and kicking as much as he allows you. 

“that’s it,” suguru drawls, his hot breath on your ear, “good fuckin’ job.” he says it like he’s the one inside you, churning up your insides. 

satoru pulls away, a small trail of saliva connecting the two of you that he laps up with his tongue. he slightly groans at your pretty spit slicked lips, before he’s taking out his aching cock. he’s big. big enough to make you whimper as he rubs your juices over his cockhead, precum already beaded on his tip, before running it through your sensitive folds. he’s slow, wanting to enjoy his first time with you, as he lines up to your still twitching entrance. 

“fuck,” he hisses as he sinks inch by inch into your dripping pussy. the stretch drives you insane even with the prep beforehand and he stills when he bottoms out, hips flush with yours. “sucked me all in, huh?” 

suguru and satoru move like they’re sync’d, somehow knowing what the other wants to do. suguru’s hands are replaced as satoru pushes your knees back up against your chest as your head lolls backward onto suguru’s shoulder, mouth agape.

“ah, ah,” suguru tuts, cupping your cheeks with one hand before forcing you to look back at the other. “let him see your pretty face.” 

“s-sorry,” you manage to say before satoru starts moving, your breath getting caught in your throat as you mewl out, “oh, fuck.” 

a breathless smile falls on satoru’s face, as he watches yours contort in pleasure with each slow drag of his cock within your tight walls that seem to swallow him up with each thrust. your embarrassment is long gone, replaced with a fervent need as satoru fucks every single thought out of your brain. 

“satoru,” you whimper and he digs his nails harder into your thighs, to not blow his load right then and there, but the way you plead his name as you stare up at him with needy, glass-blown eyes almost sends him over the edge. “satoru.” 

“yeah?” he coos, leaning in and tilting his head, as he slows the pace down, “what do you want from me, baby?” 

“use your words,” suguru says, pressing hot kisses to your cheek, reminding you that he’s still there. “c’mon, i know you’ve still got some in that pretty little head of yours.” you can feel his erection pressing against your back, as his hand snakes down to your clit to rub slow, sticky circles on your sensitive nub. “or are you too dumb on satoru’s cock, hm?”

gojo laughs, spurred on by geto’s continued teasing, “aww man i think she is. wanna be my lil cocksleeve? get fucked stupid everyday?” 

he laughs harder when your eyes roll back, cunt clenching at his words, the first time you’ve been talked down to like this. meanwhile, suguru switches to hook a finger into your mouth, digging his nail into the wet, warm cavern of your cheek, hot breath puffing onto his hand. when your eyes flutter up at him, he snickers, “you good?”

you feel a tap on your cheek and shift your blurry focus back on the one inside you, buried up to the hilt while his hips still slightly grind into you. his blue eyes burn through you and in moments like this, you truly can’t read him. “answer me.” 

through the haze you nod, but it’s not a good enough answer in suguru’s book. “you can do better than that.” he chastises bringing his hand down onto your puffy clit, slapping hard enough to make you squeal and bite down on the digit keeping your mouth open.

tears prick your widened eyes as he does it again, “that’s for biting me, brat.” he hisses, and you find your words again, stumbling out ‘sorry! ‘m sorry!’ as drool runs down your chin and his hand. but suguru is fucking mean, swatting down at your puffy pussy, each hit just as hard; a stark contrast to the sneer on his features while he hooks in yet another finger to pull your cheek further out. 

although the nicer of the two, satoru can’t help but be enamored with everything you do, especially if you’re screaming and crying trapped between the arms of his best friend. his cock twitches in your cunt, “well fuck, aren’t you pretty when you’re cryin’ on me?” he groans, pulling back out just to slam his hips back into yours at a brutal pace making you squeal louder.

you’re incredibly overwhelmed, glancing back between the two of them as the tears start to leak down your face again, chest heaving. you hate that it feels so fucking good to be used like this, having absolutely no control. still, you fight against your restraints once more, trying to raise your hands just enough to push against satoru’s abs to slow down, but it’s all moot, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied.

“shh,” suguru soothes, starting to play with your clit again, trying to ease the sting. “sorry for getting carried away, you’re just so fun to ruin.” his hand once again moving to cup under your chin, smearing drool and tears across your skin and  tilting you so that his tongue is able to press against your cheek, licking a stripe to taste the saltiness of your tears as his chest vibrates with a low groan. he can’t wait til it’s his turn to get his hands on you. 

“suguru - oh fuck - ‘m sorry, fuck, ‘m really sorry,” you blubber between moans, still whining and writhing, he raises an eyebrow at you with a hungry grin, liking the way you call his name. 

but satoru’s the one who answers, breathless and groaning, “it’s okay princess, shit, don’t worry about it. just focus on me, alright?” 

you’re pliant and close to your high, easily shifting back to satoru, watching him through muddied vision and mumbling out, “mkay, satoru.” 

the sweat rolls down the side of his brow and he’s so close to letting go, but satoru’s a bit of a romantic, thinking it’d be best for you to cum at the same time. still, the way you call his name has him glaring up at suguru, letting him know what he wants. 

his friend nods in acknowledgment as the speed of his fingers quickens, expertly working over your clit. “c’mon,” suguru taunts, already caught on to how much you like it when they’re mean, “be a good little slut and cum on satoru’s cock, yeah?” 

his words run straight to your core, as you babble out “mhms,” body tensing and jerking as your orgasm is finally coaxed out of you.

“fuck,” satoru hisses, groaning out, “good fucking girl.” as he unleashes his load deep into you. 

you hiccup and whine a few more times before you go limp in suguru’s hold, falling asleep. 

“shit, i think she passed out again.” suguru mumbles before he undoes your bindings, uncharacteristically kind as he rubs his palms over your tired and sore wrists. carefully, he slips out from underneath you, letting you fall back onto the bed. “you overdid it, satoru.” 

gojo’s unresponsive, chest heaving as he stays within you, so geto takes it upon himself to do the finishing touches. he reaches over, grabbing his phone and unlocking the camera app. 

pressing the red button, he captures the scene. you’re effectively passed out at this point, arms sprawled at your sides and head lolled back. this is always his favorite part, even more so than the actual fucking. there’s just something so fun about recording the aftermath, messy and dirty and oh so wet. 

satoru swoops down into view, throwing a wink and a smile, before reaching out for the phone. suguru obliges, tossing it over to let gojo capture what he sees. 

“you stayin’ over?” gojo asks, paneling down the expanse of your skin, littered in sweat, cum, and marks. he makes sure to record when he pulls out, as slowly as he can, to show off your swollen hole leaking out his seed.

“yeah, i’ll knock out on the couch.” geto replies, grimacing as he notices the wet patch of cum and fluids on his pants. he swipes a clean pair of gojo’s hanging on the back of his computer chair before heading out. he stops at the door with a quick turnaround to ask, “let me play with her sometime?” 

“of course,” his friend responds, kneeling down between your legs, spreading open your folds to further watch his sticky cum drip from your abused hole. “i owe you big time. let me know if you need any help yeah?”

gojo’s like a kid in a candy shop, delving his fingers in between your hole and your folds to catch some of the sticky substance dripping to the floor before bringing it up to the camera with a whistle. 

suguru shrugs, hungry eyes scanning back to your sleeping form before his lips curl up into a smirk. “nah, don’t think i’ll need to.” 

and satoru’s the same, just as insatiable as his friend, tossing his phone to the floor before he’s crawling up over you again, nose burying into your dizzying scent. fuck, he should’ve asked if you were cool with somno. well, maybe it’d be alright. it’s not the worst thing he’s done tonight. 

[beautiful-is-boring]

Initiate

pure fluff with satoru gojo (intentional lower case) (idk wtf i just wrote maybe he is ooc here)

reader is fem coded and very shy (self indulgent), nicknames like pretty girl used, NOT PROOFREAD

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"hey, satoru? i wanted to try something with you."

over the course of your new romantic relationship with your boyfriend satoru, you realized that he was the one always initiating kisses and pulling you into hugs. you never pushed him away, rather you loved it. every single time he cradled your face like a fragile piece of glass and leaned in to place a sweet and soft kiss upon your lips, you loved it. you were so, so in love with his bubbly nature.

slowly and steadily, your shyness dissipated and you started pulling him into hugs and he was overjoyed. yet, you felt something gnawing at you from within. your satoru was so handsome, so beautiful, so hot, so kind and so lovely. you wanted to kiss him sooo bad, it made your chest ache. you realized it was always him asking for kisses and you wanted to change that. you wanted to initiate a kiss with him but everytime you looked into those angelic ocean eyes of his and breathtaking bright ass smile you could feel your heart skip a beat, your fingers twitch and blood rushing to your cheeks.

satoru found it adorable, ofcourse

you decided that today, enough is enough.

you sat him down on the couch asking to try something and he enthusiastically agreed.

looking straight into his eyes, you told him,

"i want to kiss you toru."

his eyes widened for a second and he let out a small chuckle.

"but baby, we kiss all the time? i mean if you want more kisses i am happy to oblig-"

"yes- i-i mean no" oh dear, how were you going to accomplish your mission if you kept stammering like this? on top of that, your boyfriend wasn't helping at all! satoru just kept inching closer to your face to see your flustered expression.

"then what is it my pretty girl? hm?"

"well, i-its just that you're the one always initiating things and kissing me, and i want to be the one to kiss you, like- i love it when you do but i want to do it f-first you know what im saying?"

he looked at you for a second and pondered. "hm, i see."

you were shyly looking down at your lap this whole time while speaking, and all of a sudden you felt satoru's fingers right below your chain, raising your head to look at him. "then kiss me y/n."

"i dont know how to start! i have been trying for so long and then i just freeze i dont know why!"

satoru let out another small laugh, "its okay baby, take your time, we have all day."

you thought for a second.

"toru, close your eyes."

"whatever you wish, pretty girl." satoru smiled, leaned back and closed his eyes, paitiently waiting for your lips to kiss him.

you admit, you were still nervous, but seeing his angelic face with his eyes closed put you at ease.

slowly and steadily, you inched forward towards his face. it was easy for you to admire his gorgeous features, the way his eyelashes rested against his cheek, his plump lips, his cute button nose, rosy cheeks, snowy white hair and the way his lips curved into a tiny smile reserved only and only for his beloved - you.

his and yours faces were mere inches apart, and he could feel the soft breaths of yours on his nose. your heart was beating fast, and you finally leaned in.

well, here goes nothing.

your lips locked with his in a blissful exchange and satoru let out a satisfied sigh. his lips moulded against yours perfectly and he pulled you closer to his frame, his arm wrapping around the waist in a way that gave you butterflies. the kiss was perfect, you were worrying for nothing. you pulled away just for a second for air, and satoru chased your lips again.

you giggled, pecked his lips, the tip of his nose, and his lips once more. staring into his baby blue eyes didn't make you feel nervous, but rather calm.

"that was really nice, baby" he said, and wrapped you up in the warmest bear hug. oh, how you loved being in his arms. "guess i was nervous for nothing". satoru, being the affectionate baby he is, continued to place small kisses on your cheek, neck and shoulders and finally pecking your lips.

"i want more :D"

[heavenbloom]

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🥀 — the melody haunts my reverie | e.w.

synopsis: drunk and witnessing the first snowfall of the year, ellie can’t help calling her ex-lover.

content: mdni. angst upon angst, profanity, mentions of alcohol consumption, probably ooc, not proofread

a/n: entirely inspired by stardust by nat king cole. yeah idk what this is 🤷

This yawning stretch of emptiness… it was a hollow that she felt from the gullet to the pit of her gut. It was an absence, an insistent and burning nothingness that clung to her like a wet woollen sweater. She had grown accustomed to it, a poltergeist that no exorcism could rid.

What she wasn’t used to was the need to alleviate its bone-gnawing presence. She let it be for over a year now, let its cavernous depths linger untouched and fester. 

Why, all of a sudden? 

Why did her heartbreak morph into a dagger, and carve out what little was left of herself?

These questions were needless. She knew why.

She sat next to the frosted window of her tiny apartment, staring up at the starless sky. She watched as snowflakes floated down to the earth with the grace of miniature angels. They spun as the wind kissed them before they plummeted to the earth. Sweet, subtle, soundless.

Her chest was taut as a bowstring. It was snowy and silent that night as well, but the bleak weather had held off this year, a moment of mercy, a period of grace. But now that it was here… 

The alcohol slithering through her veins soured, sinking into the depths of her aching heart and sparking something coal-hot and foolish. All her inhibitions were abandoned the moment her hand grazed against the cool glass of her phone screen. 

The movement of her fingers was automatic. There was a tug at her gut as she typed in the familiar number. She had deleted it last winter, but it was seared in the very back of her memory. Everything was.

There was a flicker of hesitation as her finger hovered over the call button. Ellie knew that you wouldn’t want to talk to her, but she was too close now to the sweet release that would finally satiate the thing inside her that begged and whined for scraps.

Your voice. The one that caressed her gently into the melting sugar of a moonlit night. The one that shattered upon its vocal chords when it spoke of a dying love. The one so melodious even if it had quieted down to a mere whisper in the haze of her memories.

She sucked in a breath as she pressed the button. The ring trilled into the dead-quiet of her apartment. One, two, three… a pause. Her lips parted, heart scrambling, as she went to speak, but your own words poured from the speaker before she could. 

It went to voicemail. Of course it fucking did, but she didn’t have it in her to feel disappointment. Not when your syrupy voice filled the stillness like honey and mellowed her from the inside. She had always teased you for such a polite voicemail greeting, but now she felt her gratefulness for it, the proximity of a stranger, wracking through her very soul.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a few meagre seconds until the sound of your speaking was sliced to silence by a singular, piercing beep.

She gazed at the snowflakes once more. Spinning and blurring, breaking her heart all over again. Faint crackling came from her phone, like the old fireplace in your little home. Were you sitting by it now? Were you bundled in another’s arms with the same fireside-tangled hair and drowsy eyes? 

She exhaled and slipped her phone onto her lap, staring as the seconds counted upwards. She had come this far and pretending she didn’t intend to call you would make the entire situation worse. Everything within her wrestled for the opportunity to tell you how she felt. You understood, at least, the shape of her heart, even if you wanted never to hold it in your palms again. That was enough, she thought. It would have to be. 

“Hey…” The word came out as apprehensive and shaky. God, she sounded pathetic to her own ears. What would you think? Would you even bother to listen?

Her breath came out in little puffs and fogged the windowpane just an inch from her lips. She focused on this instead of the hummingbird-like fist of a hear punching against her ribs.

“It’s the first snowfall of the year. Took a while to come, huh…?” She despised this, the casualness in which she spoke. This distance was living and beating. She could feel its presence in the lump in her throat and in the clamminess of her palms. It loomed and threatened to crush her under its careening weight. 

She looked up at the blank, peeling white of her ceiling, the static of the void buzzing in her ears as she blinked back hot tears. You weren’t there, but this was a sort of closeness. It was the only closeness she was granted.

She at least owed you honesty. You knew one another better than this, not so long ago. Souls that mingled. Surely you left a piece of yourself within her and vice versa. If she were her own being, if she belonged only to herself, it wouldn’t hurt this much. There wouldn't be something inside of her that reached it scrabbling fingers out toward you, that longed for you.

“Fuck, all I can remember right now is… that night,” she said, her voice as raw and ragged as tearing cloth. “I don’t know if you’d remember this but you wrapped your scarf around my neck a minute before you ended things. You saw that I was cold... shivering– you fucking hated me in that moment, I know you did, and you… you still decided to love me."

A sob ripped past Ellie’s throat before she could reel it back and she had to cover her mouth with a quivering hand. Her auburn hair curtained her blurry eyesight as she curled further into herself, choking on purgatorial tears. This wasn’t fair.

“I’m not asking for second chances or shit like that. I’m not asking for anything from you, I just…”

The phone gave another beep, but this one felt more apologetic. Remorseful. Your time is almost up.

She sniffled, the rush of her tears seeping into her sweater. Into the scarf hung loosely around her neck. Each salty drip tainted the near non-existent smell of you. Caramel coffee, synthetic lavender. Washed away in the twining river of her heartbreak.

She gulped in air, raked her auburn hair back. 

“I miss–” The call ended abruptly, her phone screen fading to black.

The flurry outside continued, tenderness rendered physical. She was alone again. The wool slipped from her neck and limply into her hands and she gathered it to her chest, a wail sailing out of her throbbing chest.

– You. I miss you.

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CLIPPED WINGS

“your mind is restless,” — hearing damage

summary: stryker's taken you hostage with the means to find a way to eliminate half the global population. logan doesn't like the idea too much.

warnings: injury, slight gore(?), referenced/implied trauma and torture, strykers lowkey an obessive weirdo for a bit, a little ooc oopsie, reader's pov (part two is logan's pov), not as epic as the summary sounds i fear

wc: 1882

you aren’t sure what scares you more: the aching in your side or the realisation that you’re still here. surrounded by four rust stained walls, you’d grown to sleeping on the stone cold floor and counting each crack in the ceiling, each drop of water, each beat of your heart. 

   how long have you been here again? 

   they named you x twenty seven, whenever you were first brought here. you weren’t sure why. they all stare at you with cruelty, like you’re some insect, a weapon they only care to use against your own kind. the front man, stryker—the only name you cared to remember as each guard said his name—speaks of his ideas. his fascination, his disgust, his intense desire to eliminate what he believes, the ‘worst half of the population.’

   his own son. 

   you see other subjects—mutants—just like you and scott and logan and you wonder. 

   you saw him once. jason. you stared at him like he was one half of you and you were one half of him: exhausted. a mutant in a large base with no concept of time and a monster at both of your feet.

   you were just the end of a beginning. a ‘cure.’ an ‘experiment.’ 

   naturally, stryker didn’t talk to many people about his ambitions. you were there to fill his void, someone to talk to and not give any response back. of course, you did at first, but the longer it went on, the less fight you had in you.

   “i remember wolverine all those years ago. even if he doesn’t remember me.” he sighed, observing you as a guard strapped you down to a table, fingers unforgiving, leather tight and a dull ache in the back of your head. 

   “i used to think he was one of a kind.”

   it isn’t that your ability is exactly dangerous. not uncontrollable like scott’s, or anything like that. you could tell what people felt. an on or off sense. in a way, it felt like a curse. you could feel what others felt, but people couldn’t do the same for you. you didn’t blame them; how could you when no one asked for any of this? feeling a presence mere miles away isn’t an ability you admire, or cherish, but it isn’t one you despise. 

   which is why you’d been sent out to scout around an area with scott. a snowy area that didn’t leave very good footprints. the cold was blistering, the tips of your own fingers tingling. one of you took a wrong turn, and the fog had grown so dense it was hard to see three feet in front of you. 

   now you’re here, and they’re trying to rid you of your ability. the start of a global killer. 

   they’ve already made so much progress. 

   you don’t know where scott is; stryker tells you he’s dead, but that can’t be true. cyclops, leader of the x-men, couldn’t be dead, but now as you sit here curled into a ball on your side wondering if everyone forgot about you, you’re starting to think otherwise. 

   yesterday, they beat you within an inch of your life. the day before that, they pricked and prodded you, the day before that they didn’t let you sleep. blood used to make you feel faint. not anymore.

   moral of the story, thinking about logan is the only thing keeping you sane. 

   the drops of water are endless, irregular. the beats of your heart fall slower and slower as each day goes. stryker’s voice is firm in a similar way to logan’s, but logan’s is deeper. it’s more gruff, more honeyed. you think of the times where you both would sit on the roof of the mansion silently, slowly learning to become more and more comfortable with everyone else. as they beat you, you think of the first toke logan finally gained the confidence to sleep in your bed, or when you slept in his. as they make you bleed, you think of the time where he had a nightmare and his claws nicked your forearm, because it’s a lot better feeling pain from someone you love than someone you hate. 

   when the door slowly swings off its hinges, you stiffen. you didn’t want to be vulnerable at all. though, after a while, it was hard. you shrink in on yourself, have no choice but to live through the throb in your shoulder. 

   at least two of your ribs are broken. every breath is more of a wheeze. the position you're in, curled into a ball on your side with your back facing the long, metal door in the corner, you hug yourself a little more. it’s a protective shell you’ve learnt to build in case a guard comes in and kicks you with combat boots thick enough to crush your skull for the fun of it.   

   no, you think to yourself. not again. 

   the second a hand is on your aching shoulder, you’re scrambling, wincing in pain like a wounded animal as you shuffle back on a bruised hand and a dislocated shoulder. you attempted to put it back in, but with a sore wrist, you could only do so much. 

   “hey!” a voice says in a hushed whisper, like consoling a hysterical and understandably upset child. this time, the presence doesn’t seem so daunting. intimidating, but not cold. gruff, but not as sinister as stryker’s.

   “i made him like that, you know,” stryker grinned, flexing his wrist and pushing it into a fist as if to show who he was hinting at. 

   “made him what he already had been. an animal.” 

   you hear the voice and for a second you don’t think it’s real. how could it be? after… days, weeks, months. it doesn’t feel real, but when you shift the shaky arm obstructing your sight a little, and you see his dishevelled appearance, it’s almost too good to be true.

   the tufts of hair pointing outwards. the fuzz of his beard. the crease between his eyebrows that’s never gone away. 

   “lo?” you whisper out. 

   and at that, logan doesn’t really know what to do when he feels his heart sink further in his chest. 

   “‘s me, baby, it’s logan,” he nods, as if assuring both you and himself. 

   though you’re still unsure, this time you don’t let yourself pull away when he reaches out again, hands a lot more softer than before. sure, you flinched, and logan had grimaced at that, but the wonder in your eyes makes your vision swim a little, because he’s really here. 

   “it’s you,” you manage to say. throughout your time in the underground base, over time you spoke less and less. only when spoken to, which, even then, wasn’t often.  

   despite everything, it’s still you. 

   his beard looks a little more grown out than you remember. his teeth are the same shade of white. his skin is as rough as always, like his personality, similar to the way he retreats back into his far more reserved ways after a bad day, and he’s here. 

   “lemme look at you,” he murmurs in that drawl of his. a hand cups your jaw. a tender thumb grazes the apple of your cheek and you’re too busy gazing at him. it’s as if you’re trying to commit him to memory. eyes are darting all along his face, looking at every feature and trying to figure out which one you missed most.

   logan’s been able to stomach a lot of things, but he isn’t sure if he can stomach this. 

   even when they tried to take away your abilities, you can still feel. although it exhausts you every time, you still can, and you feel the shock settle in his regenerative blood vessels when he swallows. for the first time in a long time, terror. it’s subtle, but you pick up on it. 

   “fuck,” he whispers under his breath. you didn’t hear it. he looks up at you, eyes not lying or being able to conceal the sheer amount of both relief and dread that’s washing over him in a violent wave. he’s never liked water. “think you can walk f’me?” 

   a silence engulfs the two of you. the door is still open. maybe it isn’t a trap. you really are being saved. a wave of relief crashes over you so intensely you almost feel as though you could live without the burden again. despite the shrieking alarm outside in the halls (that you can’t really hear anyway) and the crimson flashing from the alert, you can’t believe it. unable to trust your wording, or your head, you nod.

   which you end up regretting, anyway. 

   logan hooks an arm around your waist, the other pulling your arm behind the back of his neck to support most of your weight (since when did you grow so light?), but not even when he holds you to his side, it doesn’t help. your legs are giving way, your knees numb and you can’t help the strangled noise in the back of your throat.

  it’s three poorly strung together words. it’s murmuring in the background as you lay on a table, unable to move partly in fear of what would happen if you did. it’s smelling the damp and using it as your only comfort for when it got a little too cold. he’s trying to be careful, but he’s desperate. 

   “i’m gonna carry you, okay?” he murmurs, but you don’t even take it in before he’s already curling an arm under the back of your knees and your back, lifting you into his arms like you were nothing more than a sack of flour.

   he feels warm. strangely like the sun, even if his personality reflected everything but that. you’ve always been tempted to fly a little too close to the sun.

   “i can walk—“

   “don’t.” his voice is demanding—the smallest waver hidden in the very back of his throat, near his tonsils. he’ll bleed for you. over and over. for a second, he wonders if you can hear the pounding in his chest, but he pushes the thought away like everything else in his life, and he walks.

   he walks for a while, it seems.

   past dead bodies, oddly splayed out in ways that similarly reminded you of yourself. flickering lights and crackles of sparks. electricity. shouting. gunfire. 

   “you came,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him. it had been a battle trying to convince yourself everyone still remembered you after stryker was breathing it down your neck. 

   “‘course i did,” he murmurs, more focused on the fact that you’re alive and breathing rather than listening. he’s more focused on getting you out so he can look at you and love you like breathing. his eyes are clouded, darkened with unwarranted and directed anger. 

   he’s oblivious to who stryker even is, but you’re not, and faintly, before you pass out with agony in your eyes and threatening to spill down your cheeks, you feel the taste of snow on your tongue.

   snow, one that reminds you of the last moments you were with scott before this all happened. purity, a nice cold chill that shakes your already trembling bones. 

   “don’t ever do that again.” 

   and whatever he means, you don’t plan to.  masterlist!!

[omgrachwrites]

Sweater Weather - Carmy Berzatto

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: Carmy visits you at work and slowly opens up, revealing more of himself to you.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, dialogue heavy, prob ooc Carmy

A/N: This is part two of my Carmy mini series! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

part one

It was a slow day at your bookshop in the middle of the city but it was alright, you had to get some paperwork done and now was the perfect time. The little bell above the door tinkled and you smiled when your favourite little customer came in with his mom all wrapped up in his little red scarf with his matching hat.

“Hi, Miss Y/N!” he waved, his stutter was getting better.

“Hey, Jack,” you smiled, “are you here to read to Henry?” you asked, when the little boy nodded, you gestured towards the back of the shop, “I think he’s in his bed but you can just go and wake him up. He’s being very lazy today.”

Jack giggled as he dragged his mom towards the back of the shop.

Another hour passed and the bell rang again, and this time when you looked up, a light flush accompanied your smile. The man’s cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold and the snowflakes were melting in his curls as he stepped into the warmth of your shop. You watched as he pushed a hand through his curls and he wiped his snowy shoes on the welcome mat before he looked up and grinned at you.

“Hey, Carmy. What brings you by?”

“It’s getting hectic in the kitchen, Syd and Richie forced me to take a break,” he laughed before abruptly stopping, “it’s okay that I’m here right?” his blue eyes went wide and you knew he was worried that he was imposing.

You smothered a laugh, “of course. Come and sit down,” you giggled, gesturing for him to pull a comfy chair over.

Carmy smiled as he sat next to you, “I brought you lunch, just um in case you hadn’t eaten yet,” he put a bag on the front desk.

You grinned, “you’re sweet, thank you,” you pulled out a sandwich and some fries. From up close, you could see how tired and stressed he looked. You wondered whether he was taking care of himself, “have you eaten today, Carmy?” at your question, he fell silent and you had your answer, “you’re splitting it with me.”

“No, Y/N, come on,” he started but you interrupted him.

“You’ll notice that I didn’t ask, and I’m not taking no for an answer,” you laughed as you dished out portions of the delicious meal he’d made.

He gave you a sweet appreciative look that you almost missed. You groaned with appreciation as you took a bite out of your half of the sandwich. It was hot and sweet, “that is so damn good.”

Carmy laughed as he flushed and took a bite out of his half, “glad you like it.”

You were about to reply when a little voice from behind you spoke up, “bye, Miss Y/N, see you next week.”

You smiled as you waved at him, “have a good week, Jack,” you glanced over your shoulder as your dog curled up in his bed, “good boy, Henry.”

When you looked back at Carmy, you laughed at his expression, he was understandably confused so you elaborated.”

“I rescued a dog a couple of months ago – before we met – and he was a little nervous around people so I started bringing him here to get used to people. Some of the kids that come in here started reading to him. So, I made a group where my little regulars like Jack come in and read to Henry get more confidence, like if they have a speech impediment,” you flushed as Carmy directed a warm smile at you and you shrugged, fiddling with your fingers, “it’s not a big deal.”

“Hey,” Carmy started softly and you glanced up at him, “it may not be a big deal for you, but for kids like that,” he pointed at the door that Jack had walked out of, “it literally means the world. Kids like that are usually scared to speak, I was, I had a stutter as a kid.”

“Really?” you asked.

Carmy was usually pretty closed off, even though you’d known him for a little while, but sometimes, sometimes he would sit with you and open up just a little. You knew it was difficult for him so you appreciated it.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “I had zero friends,” he flushed as his eyes darted around the shop. His eyes landed on something behind you and his eyes lit up, “you have a guitar?”

You laughed as you grabbed it and handed it over to him, “my dad got it for me, my mom wasn’t too pleased.”

He laughed as he held the guitar, placing his fingers on the fret board and strummed, going bright red when no sound came out. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips and you shot him an apologetic look.

“Wow, so you’re not good at everything? That’s humbling and very good to know,” you grinned as he rolled his eyes. You leaned forwards and moved his tattooed fingers to the correct position. His skin was warm and he flushed as you touched him, “okay, now try.”

He tried again and actually managed to make a noise, it was flat but it was better than the one before, “it takes practise.”

“Yeah well, I think it needs tuning,” he joked as he carefully put it in its stand, “this is a real nice place, Y/N,” he looked around with interest, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, I’m not sure my mom would agree with you though,” he raised an eyebrow as you continued, “my mom wanted me to be a doctor, carry on the family tradition. But one, I am not academically smart enough to be a doctor and two, like if I have a bad day here it means I probably just got a shitty customer. But a bad day as a doctor probably means that you’ve killed someone and I’m just not cut out for that,” you trail off when you notice that his blue eyes never left your face as you talked. You were a rambler and most guys hated it, “I’m sorry, I’m an oversharer.”

You watched Carmy’s eyes widen and he shook his head, “no, Y/N. I don’t mind at all! I like listening to you talk. Does it bother you that I really don’t open up all that much?”

“No,” you smiled, “I don’t mind at all.”

You decided to close the shop early and Carmy offered to walk you home before he headed back to the restaurant. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Carmy glance at you as you huddled into your scarf.

“Y’know instead of cooking together on Friday, why don’t we go out to eat?”

You giggled, your breath coming out in smoke, “are you tired of teaching me how to cook already?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes as he looked at you, “no, smartass. It would be nice to talk y’know? Without all the distractions.”

“Sounds great, Carmy,” you laughed, you knew it wasn’t a date but god did you wish it was.

As you walked up to your apartment, Carmy pulled you into a hug, “I’ll see you real soon, okay?”

“Carmy, we’re neighbours, we see each other all the time.”

He shook his head, “you knew what I meant,” he took your chin before his forefinger and thumb as he planted a kiss on your cheek.

You flushed as you looked at him, “don’t work too hard, Chef.”

Carmy snickered, “never, Y/N.”

[rubyeyes-rubyscales]

"Is something the matter dear..~?"

At the mouth of cave, a creature with the upper half of a gorgeous man with perfect, milky white skin, snowy-colored hair that reached past his midriff, and alluring ruby-red eyes, and the lower half of a serpent with reddish-black scales rested on a large flat rock, basking in the sun.

Hearing the rustling of leaves nearby, he opened his eyes slowly and demurely and looked up, a lazy smile spreading across soft and rosy lips.

"Ah, is my meal here..?" He chuckled low, pulling himself up to coil on the rock, looking down at the little trespasser who was oh-so brave enough to cross into his part of the wilderness.

"Only kidding, please calm yourself." He sighed, lying back down and leaning over the edge of the rock with a look of complete boredom with perhaps a hint of amusement.

"Well? Is there something you need?" He hissed out between sharp fangs, equally sharp eyes narrowing on the cute prey who stepped into his home.

He blinked with confusion at the newcomers answer, amusement becoming more prominent in those usually dull ruby eyes.

"You want to know about me? Well, I suppose I'll indulge since you seem to have just.. no idea of this place.."

He smiled as though he were planning some kind of plot in the back of his mind.

"My name is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, darling. I protect all who live in my territory, which is where you are right now. I am.. What you could call a protector. I keep the humans away. Did that satisfy your curiosity?"

Okay so, Shibusawa in @tainted-mutt 's AU is a Naga and somewhat protects the hybrids who stumble upon him. He's a bit shifty, but it's from many years of being isolated and far from any social interactions. His snake half is a sort of russet color with lighter brownish-red belly scales.

In this AU he's around twenty-four, so he's aged down. He's also venomous, just to make this a bit more fun. He genuinely doesn't understand social cues so if anyone tries flirting with him, have fun because he is oblivious!

He's honestly sort of creepy in an unsettling way, which makes sense since snakes are predators. He sees smaller hybrids as "prey" but means in a slightly endearing way. He doesn't eat other hybrids. Not often, at least.

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Angst Posts:

Lore Posts:

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The snake speaks.. 🐍 (IC posts and interactions)

The soul sends a sign 💀 (OOC posts)

Hello little prey~ 🐭 (Answering anons)

A precious human.. ❤ (Interactions with @mythical-enthusiast )

MORE TO BE ADDED

OOC blog is @asillyprettything hope you like this silly

[sunyatas]

Hiya new followers and old!

Don't forget to fill out my interest tracker so I can yeet muses at you ❄

[emperorpearl-ofthefarmlands]

Intro post !!

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Roleplay blog of e1!Pearl, my main is @justalilpearlie

He/Xe ooc, you can just call me Pearl. I speak esp/eng

This acc will use my own ships and headcanons

Feel free to interact and send asks! Even if you dont have a rp account! You can just sign off or rp as yourself instead of an emperor, just have fun!

I'll play Pearl however I deem in-character, if you have a problem with it you can block me, this is my take on the character, trying to stay as canon as I posibly can.

No nsfw, I'm a minor. I use slurs freely and untagged, tho they're all ones I can reclaim, such as the t slur, f slur and r slur.

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Roleplay info:

She/He pronouns

Terms Queen & Emperor good!! King & Empress are- not preferred but alright.

Verinix Gendervoid Bigender

Queer/mlm

Pearl is Sausage, Fwhip and Gem's cousin, they grew up together.

Pearl sees Pixl as a father figure of sorts.

Avian with golden wings and pointy ears.

Does not remember any other SMP (might make another rp acc for life series)

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Ships I will and wont do:

Majormoon ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️ (main ship)(mlm)

Flower husbands ❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️ (DNI)

Any WRA ship (aka gempearl, sausage x fwhip, pearl x sausage, etc) ❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️ (dni + theyre family in this acc)

Jausage ✔️

Fwhimmy ✔️

Fwhip x Pixl ❌️

Sausage x Pixl ❌️

Joey x Xornoth ✔️

Guns n Roses (fwhip x katherine) ✔️

Literally any other ship is okay as long as its legal and yknow not related ✔️✔️

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#Gilded Helianthia - All posts

#awnsering to the people - Asks tag

#talking to the people - Text posts

#a view of the farmlands - Picture posts

#[title][characters name] - Talking about/Sent by another ruler

#snowy crops - Empires 1 Pearl x Scott

#majormoon - Main Pearl x Scott tag

#my dearest scottsy - about the Elven King

#wither rose alliance - Pearl, Sausage, Gem and Fwhip

#my dearest cousins - about Gem and/or Sausage and/or Fwhip

#my dearest father - about Pixlriffs

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Thats all for today!! Thank you, might update ^^

[acosmicblizzard]

hello I am here for your writing skills!?!!??! can I request romantic headcanons for hanging out with Jose, Murro or Kevin on a snow day ❤️

thank u for ur time🐠

Thank you for the compliment heheh! Of course you can, hope you enjoy little fishy anon!

Hanging out on a snowy day headcanons with Kevin

Warnings: Possible ooc

Story type: Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Kevin Ayuso.

If you're looking for a endless day of fun and goofing off Kevin is definitely the best choice. Kevin will do all the classic snowy day activities such as building snow forts, having snowball fights, making snowmen and snow angels, and other activities most people normally do in the snow.

Also sledding, definitely sledding. Kevin will always challenge you too sledding races and he gets wayyy to hyped about them. There's 0 holding back and even if you're his partner he's gonna win this, sorry darling.

If you ever get too cold or a blizzard starts picking up Kevin will grab your hand and say it would be good to go back inside. Once back inside the manor he'll make hot chocolate for you and then personally bridal style carry you too the fireplace and lay you infront of it, flirting with you as he does so.

Though he doesn't know what skiing or snowboarding is if you introduced it too Kevin he'd be hyped as hell. Excited to learn and try new things out. No matter if you're both novices or you're god at it and he's new to it Kevins gonna enjoy it no matter what.

A habit kevins picked up on due to his wild spirit is looking for animal tracks in the snow and tracking down the animal to look at it. Obviously he knows the difference between different animal tracks so he wouldn't trail a bear but if it's something harmless like a dear then he'll ask you if you'd like to find it with him. if you say yes, he'll grab your hand and start to walk into the forest.

Speaking about walks in the forest, walking through the snowy landscape on a trail with kevin while holding hands is very common. Talking and admiring your surroundings as you walk around the beautiful white landscape. Walking as the few birds that don't migrate during the winter chirp in the tree's.

[dinogoofy]

Snowman

AAAA! I'M BACK! Somehow I managed to start this fic today, and finish it too! It's been so long since I've been able to write that it feel kinda refreshing!

@suga-catt gave me one word as a prompt and I really ran with it!

I'm sorry if Kuai is OOC, I'm trying to get back in the flow of things.

Pairing: Tundra! Kuai Liang/Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of unless you count Snowball fights!

Word count: 1475

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The snow was lovely. It really was, but it can be annoying at times. Everyone dreams of a snowy Christmas season, of snow-capped trees, snow angels, and general winter fun. But no one dreams of shoveling the stuff or slipping on the ice or getting sick from being out in the cold.

No matter how annoying snow can be, the Lin Kuei lives in the stuff, and you had to put up with it no matter what.

“You’re struggling this morning.” You huff at the words in annoyance, shaking your head at Kuai as he helps you up. You hated sparing so early in the morning, especially on extra cold ones like this one.

“I slipped on the ice.” You sigh. Kuai smiles, cocking an eyebrow at you. There’s a puff of smoke that you wave out of your face, and then Tomas has got his arms slung around both of you.

“I couldn’t tell, to be honest with you.” He teases. Kuai chuckles, and you groan, pushing his arm off of you violently. Tomas breaks out in laughter, and you have to fight back a smile. If you were honest with yourself, it was a little funny. But you’re annoyed right now. So you have to fight it off.

“I’m just not used to all of this- cold. I didn’t grow up in the snow, unlike you two knuckleheads.” You gripe. Before you came to Artika, you could count the number of times you had seen snow- real snow, not just flurries, on one hand. It was just too warm. The learning curve what intense when you got here. If the culture shock was bad, Imagine how bad it was to enter a completely new environment. Tomas ruffles your hair, and you wave him off. Kuai is still smiling brightly as Tomas walks off to annoy someone else.

“Are we going again?” You ask, blowing some warm air into your hands and rubbing them together. Kuai looks back over at you and shakes his head. You give him a confused look, and he takes Your hand.

“I was thinking we could do something else.” You smile this time, still pretty confused, but now more suspicious than anything.

“What are you up to, Tundra?”

“Just trust me.” He says. You squeeze his hand and let him lead you.

He takes you to a secluded part of the temple grounds. It’s completely empty, pretty much abandoned for the harsh winter season as snow and ice pile up here more than anywhere else. The snow is about a foot deep, but the more you walk, the snow gets a little less thick. Eventually, you tug on his hand, and he finally stops walking, closing in on you in a cozy almost-huddle.

“Are you going to tell me why we are here?” You ask. He gives you a soft smile.

“I thought you could use a break. You’ve been going non-stop for a while, and I know that winter here is a struggle for you.” You flush at his words, a little taken aback by the sweet sentiment. You’re smiling like a goof, but you shake your head at him, pulling away from him.

“So, you brought me here to slack off? You know Bi-Han will have our asses if he finds out.” Kuai Rolls his eyes. He wraps his arms around you lightly and leans in close to kiss your forehead. He’s purposely avoiding the idea of being found out, and you decide that you don’t really care too much about that either, as long he holds you close like this. After a few minutes of just holding each other in content, Kuai speaks up.

“Have you ever built a snowman before?” You let out a laugh.

“No. I haven’t.” you say. He pulls back from you, and you can already hear his thoughts.

Even with your reservations about slacking off, It doesn't take too long for you to start building a classic snowman with Kuai’s help. You’re almost jealous of how easy it is for him to handle all of this snow. Soon enough, both of you are rolling two drastically different lumps of snow. Kuai was done with a pristine ball of snow fairly quickly, but you struggled to get one built yourself. You gripe to yourself about it and lift up the lopsided and lumpy ball on top of his own. He cocks an eyebrow at you and you roll your eyes, already kind of huffy at how terrible it looked.

“You’re worse at this than I thought you’d be.” You gawk at him, unable to believe he just said that to you. Seriously? You did your best with the damn thing!

“Thanks for the compliment.” You say, slapping his chest lightly. His laughter makes you smile, no matter how pouty you can be. He helps you roll the final ball of snow into the perfect head for the snowman. You’re a little confused at how you’re supposed to make eyes and a nose and a mouth and hell, arms for the thing, but Kuai quickly solves that. Soon he’s made everything you needed out of ice, and handing you little ice pebbles for its mouth.

“Show off.” He just proves your point by holding out a hand and forming two perfect icicles for its arms. When the two of you are done, you stand back to take a look at the snowman. Sure, It’s not exactly perfect, but if you were honest with yourself, it was a nice change of pace to come out here and do this with Kuai Liang. You lean up against his side, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Alright, can we head inside now? It’s freezing!” You blurt out. You were trying to stop complaining as much, you really were, but it was just getting to be a bit much for you. Kuai laughs heartily, pulling away from you.

“Yeah. Just let me grab something real quick.” You hum in response, arms folded to try and keep yourself warm.

Suddenly it's like your hair stands on end, and you don’t seem to move out of the way quick enough to dodge the snowball that hits you right in the side of the head.

“Kuai Liang!” You scold, dodging as he throws a second, and third at you.“Hey! Stop- Asshole!”

You can hear his laughter as a few more come your way, and you dart behind the poor snowman that was now being used as your shield.

“Arent we a little old for this?” You call out, grabbing some of the loose snow off the ground to pack into your own artillery.

“Are we?” He calls back. The snowman starts to take one snowball too many, and soon its sloppy head falls right off of its shoulders. You gasp. That thing took at least an hour to make, and he’s destroyed it already?!

“Oh-ho. Now you’re on!” You yell.

The snowball fight was more intense than any snowball fight should ever be. Both of you got a little too carried away, and after declaring a truce, the two of you collapse in the snow together, worn out.

“I thought we were supposed to be relaxing, not training.” You joke after catching our breath. The snow was still cold against your back, and sure it could be annoying, but this was so worth it. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, cuddled up together in the snow. You roll over a little after a bit, tucking yourself into his arm, and lean into a kiss that he reciprocates.

“I really appreciate you taking me out here.” You whisper against his lips. He presses another chaste kiss to your lips.

“I wanted to make sure you had fun this winter. I know you don’t like the cold very much.” He whispers. It's so sweet and sentimental you almost regret what you're about to do. You can't help but kiss him a few more times anyway, just for being cute. Soon enough you have enough snow balled up in your hand to take advantage!

As soon as you bring your hand up to throw snow in his face, he catches your wrist with a laugh and a goofy smile. You let out a high-pitched "No!" As you struggle to break his grip. He wraps his free arm around your waist. Holding you against him tightly and giving you a little less leverage to work with. He leans up a little to give you a few more chaste kisses on your face, struggling through his laughter.

"You really thought that would work on me?"

"Yes!" You giggle, unable to avoid his assault.

You ended the day a lot colder than you had expected, but the warm, fluttery feeling in your heart was enough to make up for it.

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

My Beloved (Minion)

Title: My Beloved (Minion) Word Count: 1,294 Warnings: Some very mild spoilers FFXIV Shadowbringers, some OOCness for the Minion (because I know they can't be this way in game), and EXTRA FLUFF!! Ship: Stories along the Stream (Thancred x Myself) Summary: After being separated for so long, Thancred and Rebecca have finally reunited! But rarely do such adventurers get a moment of respite, especially when they're on the run. But when a little follower tracks them down, it seems some unspoken feelings finally get aired out. Taglist: @disneymarina @floweringforgetfulness @hadesgoddess @canongf @jellyfish-ships @singingdeepinme @goldenworldsabound @nyandereneko @violetsandmilk

As the pounding of footsteps slowed to a stop, Rebecca could actually take note of her surroundings. Turning her head this way and that, her hickory gaze finally processed the faded blur of green amidst the ever-blinding sky of light. She was far out of the landscape of lavender and among towering trees and pastel green grass. The scene seemed out of one of the faerie tales which she had read so much as a child. Considering who she finally reunited with and the people who made up this little party, it almost seemed like one...

"It's good to see you again, my friends." The warm, hearty voice of Thancred spoke as his steps paused and turned to his party once more.

His ever-so-slight accent sent Rebecca's heart fluttering up into her throat. Finally being able to see his hazy golden eyes gaze upon her once more broke Rebecca's lips into a signature beaming smile that she couldn't help. It was a tender smile that Thancred seemed to match as he continued to speak.

"I don't know about you, but it feels like years since last we met. Five of them in my case."

Now it seemed everyone was wearing a smile, a sight which warmed Rebecca's heart. It had been a rare sight to see the twins, her self-adopted younger siblings, smile so earnestly without it being cut away by misfortune shortly after. But before the conversation continued, the faint sound of pitter-pattering footsteps made their way down the beaten trail.

Before Thancred could even reach for the hilt of his gunblade, his sights, which fell to the ground, were met with a much smaller version of himself. Albeit, this miniature version resembled Thancred in his younger days rather than how he presented himself now. Curiously cocking a brow at the small thing, he continued to watch as this mini version of himself did his best to hug Rebecca's leather boot. A gesture that he had never seen the wind-up automaton do when it was brought to his attention and was first being sold. Even with the most beautiful of Eorzean women, the little guy remained behind them like a stoic but loyal puppy.

Rebecca couldn't help but study Thancred's features even as his gaze fell from hers. Yet, when Rebecca felt the small squeeze on her right leg, she also looked down.

Upon seeing the situation at hand, Rebecca could feel her cheeks beginning to burn. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if the grass nearby was set alight from the mere heat she exuded. That golden gaze of the fully-sized man she adored seemed to bore right into her. Rebecca couldn't bare to meet it, even though she knew she'd only be met with that heart-stopping smirk.

With an embarrassed giggle, Rebecca bent down and scooped up the little figure. "A-Alisaie, I'm surprised you brought your wind-up Thancred into the last battle...! The poor little guy must've been running for so much longer than we have!"

Alisaie practically whipped her head towards Rebecca, her snowy locks nearly smacking her twin, Alphinaud, in the face. Her sapphire sights narrowed as if Rebecca had accused her of something unspeakable.

The lilt of her voice almost was inaudible as she spoke, "My wind-up Thancred, have you gone mad? As if I'd ever get a minion of Thancred with my own gil!"

Thancred's eyes widened in surprise, and Alphinaud could only shrug apologetically in response.

"I don't know who you think you're fooling, especially when the thing clings to you nearly as much as the real Thancred..."

Now, it was Thancred's turn to have his features set alight in a brilliant blaze. Even the young girl who had been his traveling companion for so long took a step back in surprise with a revelation of Thancred having a doting side.

Rebecca let out another nervous laugh as the breeze swayed her. She put the little Thancred upon her shoulder, melting internally when it hugged her neck.

"Okay, it's mine... I'd normally try to sell the story that someone was selling it dirt cheap at the market or I only got him to have an advantage in Lord of Verminion--"

"A game which you've never touched." Alphinaud chimes in.

Rebecca turns and shoots him a look of betrayal before continuing. "Yeah, so not only would that be insulting to you Thancred, and to all of your intellects, it'd be a straight-up lie. Yet, how can I say that this little fella has eased my... for lack of a better term, homesickness? It sounds super weird I know, but between the invasions, the wars, my duties back in my own kingdom, and just so much more that I don't even want to think about... It was a nice reminder that you were still with me, even when you couldn't be..."

Rebecca's head remained hung low, her face had to be a deep crimson from how it burnt and her eyes blinked back tears. It was silly, she knew this. But still, this little minion brought her so much comfort even before all of this tragedy and before the couple ever even thought of confessing their feelings and becoming official. Now, she couldn't help but worry that confession may have made her seem like one of the crazed fans that her partner had compared to an ally, friend, or loved one.

Yet before the smooth little hands of Thancred could pat her cheek in an attempt to console her, large calloused ones caressed them instead. Gently forcing Rebecca to look at him, Thancred could only greet her with a smile while he did his best to contain the raging beat within his chest.

"Hey," He began, running his hand down her cheek and under her chin, "...I missed you as well. But, you needn't worry. I won't ever leave you so easily. ...I'm just surprised that a woman such as yourself would ever find solace with me." With that confession of his own, spilling into the gentle seas of the light winds, his lips gently pressed against the faded locks splayed against Rebecca's forehead.

Rebecca could only smile and wrap her arms around his torso as tightly as he usually did for her.

--

It was only after a few moments that Alisaie cleared her throat. "As touching as this reunion is between such clear lovers, we really are making ourselves prime targets for any fae or sin eaters that may be out this far."

It was in this instance that the couple untangled themselves from the crushing embrace. Sputtering out apologies and excuses for getting lost in the moment while sharing flustered smiles with one another. But when the two had adorned their adventuring facade once more, it was Rebecca who approached Thancred's young companion who looked on with cautious curiosity. Sharing a gentle smile, she plucked the minion off her shoulder to present it to the girl with glowing blue eyes.

"Thancred probably means as much to you as he does to me, right?"

The smaller girl only cautiously nodded.

"Then how about once we reach a sanctuary, I can show you the little guy! He's charming like the real thing, but is better at keeping his mouth quiet."

This earned a small giggle from the girl and an objection of mock annoyance from Thancred himself. One that was quickly quieted when Rebecca turned and smiled his way again.

"Oh, real quick," Rebecca spoke jubilantly as she turned to the twins. "Don't think I've forgotten about you two selling out precious sibling secrets! Just know, vengeance shall come! ...eventually... Now come on!"

This admission of revenge had the twins sharing their own nervous look as they watched Thancred grip his love's hand and walk on towards their destination...

[lucky-dyse]

OI posted 4,318 times in 2022

That's 4,318 more posts than 2021!

380 posts created (9%)

3,938 posts reblogged (91%)

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I tagged 1,392 of my posts in 2022

#ooc - 408 posts

#mun speaks - 378 posts

#muse: tron - 187 posts

#muse: alan - 112 posts

#my art - 104 posts

#tron - 100 posts

#art - 89 posts

#oc: simon - 32 posts

#thanks for the ask! - 31 posts

#important - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i have the firm belief that tron is just like young alan in the sense that when he figures something out that's been bothering him he just

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

☃ for Tron (maybe he and Clu are in the Outlands, where it's snowy. Idk I just wanted to do something with these two because I love them together. I used to not pair them, but you converted me to it now.)

Tron hadn't expected such a big snowstorm, if he had, he would've told Clu to stay home. His initial instinct was to find shelter, so he scooped up the Admin in his arms to walk through the harsh winds. He ran area scans, this time to try and find a cave they could take shelter in.

"Are you alright?" He asked Clu, keeping the Admin close to him so he could try and give some of his warmth.

183 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

#4

Plotting a starter for that "knife to see you" rp starter I kept reblogging a while ago..

Anyone wanna deal with Tron being Rinzler for a cycle or two?

446 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

Rinzler - Open RP

The last thing Rinzler could remember was plummeting into the Sea of Simulation; the harsh impact that damaged his code, the cracking of his helmet that allowed the poisoned liquid to drown him. The most vivid experience was the sudden influx of memories that seemed to be just out of reach.

He could hear a name that wasn't his, yet it was a name that had been ripped from him. The name played on the lips of blurred faces, people that he fought to protect. He tried to hold onto those memories, maybe unlock more. But they slipped from him as easily as they came to him, a result of his lost disks.

He knew he'd likely derezz before he became a stray, it would be impossible for any program to survive this far into the Sea of Simulation. He couldn't even tell how deep he was, but he'd been sinking for quite a long time.

Which made coming online on the shore of the Outlands quite puzzling. He should've drowned, lost to the sea forever. But he was still alive. His body ached in a familiarly excruciating way. He must've hit a few jagged rocks on his way to solid ground, he had gashes across his chest and back that bled voxels when he tried to move.

He felt alone, confused, and lost. His whirr was a broken stutter now, and he could barely remember if that was normal. He knew he had to report to someone, but he couldn't remember who.

He slowly shifted, trying to sit up. The gashes crumbled into voxels, threatening to derezz him.

513 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

👀

It was 1985, and the death of Jordan Canas made Flynn an entirely different person. He didn't give himself time to mourn, he just moved on to Alan - someone he knew had a crush on him for the longest time. Alan was easy, he did as told simply because he thought it was helping Flynn get through the grieving process.

Flynn had Alan working late on how to stabilize the Grid so it could hold the ISOs, of course Flynn never told him what the ISOs were or what the Grid actually was, but Alan knew it had to be important. The Grid had been experiencing power failures due to the rapid creation of the ISOs, and Flynn was too busy taking care of Sam to do it himself.

What Alan didn't know was the fact that these ISOs and Programs were actually people. These people, without him knowing, were experiencing tension that could lead to war. ISOs were widely hated and blamed for the Grid's failure.

Alan bad been working on the Grid's code for hours now, he was just about to go home when he saw a note on Flynn's desk. Flynn meant to throw it away, but he must've forgotten in his hurry back home. Alan picked it up, seeing something about Lora's digitizer and how to use it. Curious, he entered the code that Flynn wrote down, and everything faded to black.

He opened his eyes in a copy of Flynn's office, frantically looking around for any sign of familiarity. He rushed out of the arcade replica, where most Programs expected to see Flynn.

He stood there in front of the building, frozen in place as programs muttered about him not being the creator. He didn't know what to do or where he was, he just knew he wasnt who they were expecting.

729 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“I can keep going.” ((Your choice of character!))

"Sure you can, little monitor, but for how long?" The Virus tilted his head, a grin plastered onto his face much like his User. It was a mystery as to how he got onto this Grid, but he was becoming quite the nuisance.

"It's only a matter of time until I rip the code straight from Tron himself."

842 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

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