#I cannot even begin to tell you the stories I’ve heard of her

[pynkhues]

I know Sam at least has been lower on the call sheet on a show with someone who's got one of the worst professional reputations I've ever heard in Australia

I am SO curious who this is. Can you give a hint? ;)

(X)

Hahaha, look, I’m apparently feeling bold tonight, but if you’re not Australian, you probably won’t know her as she never broke out internationally anyway, so: it’s Asher Keddie.

[fatcatlittlebox]

I had an ask about my analysis of Galadriel’s mindset during the season finale and I’ve been avoiding it because I f*cking hated the dialogue they gave her. The more I thought about it though, the more it made sense to me. Galadriel doesn’t want to believe that any of what she shared with Halbrand was real. She doesn’t want to allow that possibility. As others have said, she didn’t just want what he offered. She wanted him. If “he” doesn’t exist, it makes it easier to “shut the door.” She may go her whole life convincing herself that it was a farce to him. Even if that’s how she comes to terms with it, is that really being healed?

From the beginning of their reunion, you could see Galadriel avoids facing Sauron. She doesn’t turn around when he approaches her from behind. She’s frozen. It’s because she doesn’t trust how she will react when she sees his face. Especially if he has the form of Halbrand. She’s terrified of him and she’s terrified of herself. Her mistrust is well placed as we see later. Then, it is only when Sauron faces away from her that she tries to strike him down. Because in confronting him this way, she won’t actually have to face him.

But of course, it doesn’t work. They both knew it wouldn’t. She won’t get off that easily. It’s also an attempt on her part to keep him at a distance. It’s her way of telling him, she’s not here to talk. Sauron flips it on her though. Because Galadriel isn’t a talker anyways. She’s a fighter and violence is a language he is fluent in. He turns their duel into a physical and symbolic conversation. And Galadriel hates it. She hates that he can singularly access her this way and the way no one else can. So she keeps pushing him back and shutting him down. The rest of their confrontation Galadriel volleys a series of sarcastic replies whenever Sauron tries to be sincere with her. She sneeringly asks if he wants to heal her. He says he wants “to heal…” and pauses.

The truth is in that silence. He wishes to heal. Sadly, now it’s established that they’re both going to be lying to themselves so why be honest and open with each other going forward? I think that’s for a multitude of reasons. One, if she deflects his entreaties with sarcasm, she’s not letting his words hit their mark. He can’t worm his way into her mind again. And after having heard Adar describe his own relationship and feelings with Sauron, then watching him get brutally murdured, she feels entirely justified in cosigning that Sauron is an insidious manipulator. That she is no different and would end up exactly as the fallen elf.

Sauron, she tells herself, is the embodiment of evil. She’s not wrong. However, evil can love. It can be twisted and fucked up but no less real. However, that kind of gray area would spell the collapse of her defenses. So she makes him to be this generic evil and responds to him with generic platitudes. It’s impersonal, detached. Business as usual. It’s survival. She has declared in her mind that Sauron is not Halbrand. Ignoring the fact that her mind is not where he slithered his way in. He found his way through her heart.

And Sauron, for his part does a shitty job of convincing her otherwise. There are moments of earnest vulnerability sprinkled in there but in the heat of her anger and outrage, she cannot see it. Their fight tells a story in itself and he toys with her. She knows it too. What’s more, the fight becomes a microcosm of their relationship. She pursues him and he bats her away. He nicks her in precise places on her body - her shoulder, where he saw Valandil pierce her with his sword and then her left flank, where Halbrand was injured - like he means to recall their shared history. But instead of a caress, it’s a cut.

Then he morphs into Halbrand, then Galadriel, then Celebrimbor. He’s telling her that he sees and remembers everything. What she feels is ridiculed and used like a puppet. Finally, the last place he cuts her is over her heart. An unhealing scar will be left. Still he sees and remembers everything. That wound is for the both of them.

By the end of their fight, Sauron has unintentionally reinforced what Galadriel had set out to prove in her mind, if not in her heart. Halbrand never existed. She feels triumphant over Sauron and over the darkness that haunts her. She believes she is “healed.” It’s a parallel of her leap from the ship bound for the Undying Lands. Instead of turning it away, she’s embracing her death and her closure. At the same time, Sauron reaches an epiphany that is similar to her own but fundamentally different: Halbrand is no more. As I had stated before, Sauron likely associates Halbrand as the most vulnerable version of himself even if it is the closest to the truth. It is the version of himself he saw ruling with Galadriel. But he sees this as a failed effort, so it wouldn’t serve a practical purpose to be Halbrand anymore. It was a risk he would rather avoid and he probably wants him gone as badly as she does.

However both of those premises are faulty. Because we, the viewers know what they deny: Halbrand is Sauron. He always will be. They are both lying to themselves. Which begs the question: Was Galadriel healed and reborn in light? Or was she rejected by death because her sacrifice was built on a half-truth? Had she been sent back because she had not completed her mission? She had said her task was to remove the stain of his evil from Middle Earth. Halbrand is Sauron. Even though the door to her mind is shut, the door to her heart is a different story. And his stain is still there.

[brittle-doughie]

I’d like to imagine that y/n is involved in all the adventures going on in kingdom, and considering the previous update, I’d like to see y/n casually dropping that they fought a dragon like it’s normal to their new rockstar friends and them getting instantly worried

bonus if y/n brings snapdragon cookies as proof

[Be you, hanging with Black Lemonade and Bassist Cookie one time, jamming to her tunes when she taps your shoulder.]

Black Lemonade: You know, Y/N Cookie, I’ve heard a lot of talk about you and this Cookie Kingdom you’ve got going on.

Bassist Cookie: Aw yeah! Cookies from many of our gigs have brought you up here and there, quite the big deal.

Y/N Cookie: Well, when you’ve been through and been to places as much as I have, you aren’t really easy to be forgotten about in the eyes of many.

Black Lemonade: What exactly did you do for it to be like this?

Y/N Cookie: Oh boy, it’s a LONG story. Where to begin…

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Y/N Cookie: Where are you taking me!? You just upped and grabbed my arm out of nowhere!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Calm down, I’m just borrowing you for a second! I can tell you’re different from those other cookies? I just need a further analysis on you!

Chili Pepper Cookie: Get back here with Y/N Cookie, you little!

Gingerbrave: You let go of Y/N Cookie right now!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Ugh, so annoying. I’ll give them back when I’m done, promise!

Y/N Cookie: I could just slip away right now…

(Strawberry Crepe Cookie suddenly grabbed you with their large crepe arms!)

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Not happening, I didn’t even get to have some time with you because of these…basics!

Healer Cookie: Hang on tight, Y/N Cookie! We will do our best to rescue you!

Y/N Cookie: Strawberry Crepe, we can talk about this. Just put me down and we can-

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: I needed to run field tests on these arms anyway, I’d rather they stop functioning all together before I hand you over.

Y/N Cookie: WHAT-

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Clotted Cream Cookie: Are you ready, Y/N Cookie?

Y/N Cookie: I made sure to pack everything I needed, I am missing some clothes, but I can manage without them.

Clotted Cream Cookie: Good, it won’t be a long stay, so there’s no need for worry.

Financier Cookie: The airship is ready to take flight, Consul.

Clotted Cream Cookie: Shall we, Y/N Cookie?

Y/N Cookie: There’s actually one tiny problem left.

Clotted Cream Cookie: Oh! What would that be?

(Y/N Cookie points to their legs, showing that Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry, and Dark Cacao are holding onto them tight.)

Clotted Cream Cookie: I think I see the problem here…

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Moonlight Cookie: Ah, no more! Your words hurt like the terror of nightmares. Y/N Cookie, stay close to me.

Y/N Cookie: Moonlight Cookie is right, Stardust Cookie! The Wizards meant no malicious intent, you’re not a failure!

Stardust Cookie: You look particularly fond of this cookie, Moonlight Cookie…what is it about them that you cherish? What is it about them that washes away your sorrow…?

(Moonlight moves more in front of you to block Stardust’s line of sight, Stardust’s attention on you has made her on edge.)

Stardust Cookie: Move aside, Moonlight Cookie. I wish to see them, to see what makes you hold them dear.

Moonlight Cookie: N-no, please. It would bring me pain to see them hurt.

Stardust Cookie: I will not bring them harm, I just want to get a look at them closely. Y/N Cookie, was it? Step forth.

Moonlight Cookie: They do not wish to, please understand-

Stardust Cookie: Allow them to make their own decision, you cannot speak for them.

Y/N Cookie: Leave her be, I’ll do it.

(Moonlight clutched you close in her arms)

Moonlight Cookie: Y/N Cookie..no….

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Hollyberry Cookie: There they are!

Tarte Tatin Cookie: Y/N Cookie!

(There, sheltering in the cave, was you. You held your stomach as jam was stained on your head as you held it. Your sword laid next to you, claw marks littering the blade. Your breathing was heavy. Hollyberry was FREAKING OUT.)

Hollyberry Cookie: Y/N Cookie please! It’s alright, I’ve got you. Tell me you aren’t hurt badly!

Y/N Cookie: Still breathing and-WHOA! Hey, come on now, Holly! I can’t exactly do that now that you’re squeezing me tightly again!

Hollyberry Cookie: Haha! It’s just that I’m really happy to see you alive! You had no idea how horrified I was when the Red Dragon carried you away! Pitaya Dr-Pitaya Cookie is still fuming from that!

Pitaya Cookie: Your dough! It’s all scratched up! Grrr, that imposter will pay for this….

Tarte Tatin Cookie: You are incredibly lucky to have escape the dragon’s grasp…

Snapdragon: (worried babbling as they went to your side)

Royal Margarine: What do we do know? The Red Dragon will surely come back!

Y/N Cookie: I can still fight, we can still make it to-ARGH!

Hollyberry Cookie: I can’t let that happen, Y/N Cookie. I can carry you the rest of the way, but you’re not drawing your blade again.

Y/N Cookie: Don’t worry about me, the others are hurt too..

Tarte Tatin: Eeugh! I’ll be alright, Y/N Cookie.

Y/N Cookie: Liar…

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Black Lemonade: ….

Bassist Cookie: Woah….gnarly.

Black Lemonade: Are..are you being serious, Y/N Cookie? A dragon? You fought a dragon?! Are you alright?!

Bassist Cookie: Yeah, are you all good, man? No lasting injuries or…

Y/N Cookie: Outside of burnt dough, several broken ribs, head injuries, and multiple therapy sessions, I’d say I got out of that situation pretty fine.

Black Lemonade: With what you’ve told me, you really are quite a big deal at your place. I’m..actually kind of flattered now since you’re a fan of mine.

Y/N Cookie: Oh yeah, totally. I’m hoping to make Snapdragon Cookie one too.

Black Lemonade/Bassist Cookie: Snapdragon Cookie?

(Cue Snapdragon Cookie suddenly popping out from behind you)

Snapdragon Cookie: Kyaaha!

Black Lemonade/Bassist Cookie: WHAAAAAAAAT?!

Snapdragon Cookie: Buubuu!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Dirty Bliss - An Alfie Solomons/Reader One Shot Story.

Here we are then, everyone. The first winning submission from my new Tell me your Fantasy feature is here, this from @liliac-dreamer​, their fantasy as follows - 

Now, we all know the mad baker gives massive public-place-sex vibes, BUT! To me he mostly gives off possessive/territorial vibes, so... Is there any way you can mix these two things together? (maybe one of the people he's dealing with tries to get too close and he NEEDS to show you're already spoken for? Maybe he let's them overhear something? 😉 )

I hope this lives up to your little fantasy, darling! :)

Words - 1,666

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You can always feel when Alfie is on edge. It isn’t just the fact that his muscles stiffen like lead, or that his jaw clenches and he begins grinding his teeth. His entire being seems to seethe with palpable annoyance, just like he is now, sitting next to you within the private box at the Royal Opera House, tension coursing through him. There’s a very specific reason why, too, why he cannot enjoy Aida, one of his favourite operas.  

Albert Ross is that reason.  

The business associate, a fellow figurehead within the organised crime world, has never made a secret of his desire for you, no matter how perilous such might be, to openly covet another dangerous man’s wife. Especially when that man is Alfie Solomons.  

“He’s fuckin’ undressing you with his bleedin’ eyes,” he hisses in your ear, the sound of back teeth grinding in fury audible as his eyes dart between the stage and Albert.

Resting a calming hand to his thigh, you stroke, hoping to settle him. “He’s only looking, love,” you remind him. “I’m not about to go dive on him, you know that. And he’d be even more of a stupid prick than we know he already is if he tried anything with me.”

Alfie rumbles a quiet laugh, his hand covering yours. “Ain’t that the truth, treacle.”

It seems this notion is entirely negatable, though, you discover after excusing yourself to go and powder your nose, wanting to ensure that your visage is indeed perfect. The toilets up there for the private box guests are a single room with one lavatory, able to be locked from the main entrance door rather than housing multiple sectioned cubicles, but since you are only there to quickly check your face, you do not bother clicking said lock.  

About ten seconds after placing your compact back into your small, beaded clutch, you wish that you had.

“Evening, you lovely little filly.”

Turning to Albert, you lift your chin, not wanting the small flare of nerves you felt within grow to show upon your face. “Mr Ross.” Straightening, you push your chest forward, willing yourself to radiate confidence and nonchalance over his intrusion. “This is a ladies’ only bathroom. I shall have to ask you to leave.”

Albert sucks a breath over his teeth, making a show of pondering your words. “I know, Mrs Solomons. It is, however, the only place I could get you alone, to reveal to you my intentions.”  

“I care not for them, excuse me.” Stepping forward, you swerve around him, the man catching your arm in a firm grip.  

“Not so fast.”

Snatching your arm back, he hangs onto you. “Get your fucking hand off me!”

“No,” he tells you firmly, closing the space between you, his eyes radiating entertainment at your biting reaction to his advances. “Won’t be doing that, not until I’ve had a piece of you, you pretty little thing.”  

“Now, now, old son,” you hear Alfie speak, pushing open the door. Horror fills Albert’s eyes immediately. You aren’t the only one who wishes they’d locked it behind them on entry to the facilities, something Alfie does after stepping in. “You heard the lady. Get your fucking hand off her.”

His words are delivered quietly, but with all the frost of an arctic chill, Albert releasing you from his grip immediately, his mouth floundering. “Alfie, mate. It isn’t what it looks like.”

His eyes widen as he stands at your side, his chest barrelling. “Oh, do forgive me for not having my glasses on, because what it looked like, yeah. Is you putting your dirty fucking hands on my wife. And what it sounded like, right, was you telling her you wouldn’t remove ‘em until you got a piece of her!” Turning to you, he amps up the slight theatrics of his retort. “Apparently, I need an ear trumpet as well as a new pair of specs, my darlin’.”  

“Alfie, please, I...”  

“No!” he bellows, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun. “You’ve said quite enough for tonight, sunshine. Now, what you’re gonna do next, yeah, is fucking stand there against them sinks, and watch me get a piece of what you wanted.” His face falls, Alfie chuckling. “Oh yeah, that’s right, Albert. Ain’t nobody who teaches a fuckin’ lesson like me.”  

The blaze of arousal you feel melts down your spine, puddling between your legs, turning to kiss Alfie’s neck, his soft beard tickling against your nose. “Yeah, take your dress off, love. I want him to get a full view of that’s mine and mine alone.” He reaches with his free hand to assist, lowering the zip while you smirk at Albert, arousal radiating from your every pore.  

To fuck in front of someone else has always been somewhat of a turn on for you, but to do it before a man who has presented himself as an adversary, while your husband keeps him there at gunpoint, well. It is not your typical Friday night, that’s for certain. Once your gown is removed, you take it to hang upon a brass peg mounted onto the tiles, Alfie moving to close the wooden lid upon the toilet, seating himself, arm still raised, his pistol pointed at Albert.  

Crouching before him, your smile widens, Alfie’s eyes flitting to yours for a second, grinning. “This is gonna be a good time, treacle. A right memorable trip to the opera.” Unzipping his trousers, you pull his rapidly thickening cock free, taking him into your mouth, your lips gliding down the thick, vein ridged shaft. “Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he encourages, his free hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. “That’s it, my darlin’, fuck!”  

You can only imagine the look upon Albert’s face at being forced to watch, hearing Alfie chuckling softly with amusement between his gruff grunts, your mouth working him, leaving little trails of red from your lipstick all over his flushed cock, precum wetting your tongue as you moan around the thick of him. You work him so well, you can feel his thighs tremble, his cock twitching a little in your throat, Alfie reaching to gently grasp your jaw.  

“More of that later, my love,” he speaks, winking at you. “Don’t wanna spend myself before Albert here gets to watch the main act.” Standing up, he pushes your hip in indication he wants you to turn, facing Albert, his face set in a mixture of arousal and chagrin, while you take Alfie’s cock and guide him to your glistening apex, sinking down with a soft sigh.  

“Mmmm, there’s no better cock in the world than yours,” you hum, turning to kiss him, all smouldering embers as you begin to bounce upon him.  

“Yeah, look at that, Albert,” Alfie moans, his arm tightening around you, hand then reaching to grasp your breasts in turn. “Look how beautiful she looks split around a great, big cock. And you were hoping it’d be yours. Nah, son. Not tonight, and not with my missus.”

The sight of someone watching has thrill meeting fire, the heat misting, biting pleasure warming your veins as you chuckle, Albert’s face reddening more.  

“I think he likes it,” you purr in tease, turning to run your tongue up Alfie’s cheek, your husband beginning to move beneath you, doing an excellent job of bouncing you upon his long, girthy cock.

“And who wouldn’t like watching a woman as fuckin’ sublime as you getting fucked, eh, my sweetheart? He’s just sour that it ain’t him doing the fucking though, ain’t you, Al?” The man remains quiet, looking at the floor. “Oi! Chin up and answer me, you cunt!”

“Yes, Alfie. I am.”

“Yeah,” Alfie chuckles, panting as he kisses your shoulder, “bit of truth never hurt no one, did it? Except maybe you and your pride. As it should.” He continues to laugh, his tongue touring your throat, gun still primed as you circle your hips on him, your walls fluttering as the sound of your sex fills the room, the wet squelch of him cutting into you deeply, your flesh smacking together. “God, fucking ‘ell, my love. You bloody don’t half know how to ride a cock. Yeah, fuck, that’s it.”  

His encouragement spurs you on, your eyes never leaving Albert’s, watching the humiliation dance in his irises, your mouth dropping open as you feel Alfie’s fingers reach to begin rubbing your clit, his lips peppering kisses against your spine.

“Mmm, fuck, darlin’,” he pants. “Let’s get you comin’ hard all over my cock, yeah?”

The tempest of fervid heat begins to wind within you, coiling hard, the pleasure rolling and coursing as you pant, his fingers rubbing at your bud tightly, the press firm as he strokes your slick, his teeth sharp at your shoulder.  

“Fuck!” you cry, breathless as it catches you, wailing ferally as he tips you into the glittering abyss of your release, Alfie staccato beneath you as his cock twitches and then fills you with thick ribbons of cum, everything that was frenzied beginning to slow, catching your breath.  

“Well, Albert,” he begins, panting hard. “I hope that taught you a thing or two over just what the fuck I will and won’t tolerate. Now, if I ever see you in my neck of the woods again, the belly of the Thames will get what my dogs don’t finish from that festering bag of bones. You fuckin’ understand, yeah?”

“Yeah.”  

“Good. Now, get the fuck out.” Albert tears a path from the room, and you get up quickly to go and re-lock the door, save anyone else coming in and witnessing your near nudity, snickering into your evening glove covered hand.  

“I think I enjoyed that,” you laugh, Alfie pulling himself back into his trousers as he stands.

“I know you did, you mucky mare,” he chuckles with affection. “Had you wailing louder than the bird out there on the stage, didn’t I?”  

Yes. He most certainly did.  

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 5

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: More smutty smut, just add water 😜

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 4

Our chests continue to heave in search of oxygen as we crumple to the mussed sheets before I hear her voice in the otherwise quiet and dimly lit room.

“I’ve heard the phrase, “eating pussy like a man starved” but fuck that doesn’t begin to describe what you do. I thought that was just meant for fictional book characters.” I chuckle loudly and pull her against me before giving her a small pat on the ass.

“Sugar, there’s a reason my nickname was CC. Captain Cunnilingus at your service ma’am.” I pretend to tip my invisible hat at her.

“Austin Grant Syverson! You cannot be serious. Please tell me you just made that up.” She says sternly but with a shocked smile as she leans up on her elbows. I arch an eyebrow in confusion.

“Nah, darlin’. It was that or Captain BDE. I heard that one from one of my guys which was a little awkward. Also, my middle name isn’t Grant?”

“I didn’t know your middle name so I made one up. That situation called for a full name in order to properly chastise you like a good southern woman should.” She says with sass and I laugh even louder.

“Well, you’re certainly a good southern woman. My middle name is Daniel in case you need to scold me again in the future.” I smirk at her.

“I have a feeling I just might need too, Austin Daniel Syverson. Oh, I like that.” She says while shaking her head at me with a grin.

“You’re not going to tell me yours? I think it’s only fair.” I probe her for information as I intertwine our fingers together. She begins to play with our hands.

“It’s Kathryn. My grandmother’s name. She went by Kate. When I was little everyone called me Emma Kate, mostly at my grandmother’s insistence, but as I got older it just sounded more professional to shorten it to just Emma. In fact, everyone back home with the exception of my parents calls me EmKay. That nickname started with middle school cheerleading and just sorta stuck.”

“Mmm I like that. It fits you. Now EmKay, are you going to get in the bathtub with me?”

She nods enthusiastically and squeals when I lift her off of the bed and haul her into the bathroom to deposit her on the toilet and start filling the bathtub with water.

“Don’t want a UTI to slow us down.” I told her and she looked shocked.

“Um, I am not going to pee in front of you.”

“Darlin’, I just got you to squirt all over my face and drank it up like I was starved, so you said.” I wink at her. “My dick was literally just inside of you and now I’m standing here in front of you as naked as the day I was born. I think we are past all the shyness, aren’t we?” She shrugs but keeps biting at her lip while staring at me.

“Alright, go pee and I’ll be right back.” I tell her with a small laugh and exit the bathroom to give her some privacy. I hear the toilet flush and come back in while she’s washing her hands still naked in front of the mirrors.

“You didn’t tell me I look so crazy. Even more so with all of these hickeys.” She said trying to calm her sex-mussed hair and wipe off the bits of mascara that had ran from her eyes. She pulled a ponytail holder from her wrist and gathered her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head.

“You look perfect. I love the way you look, especially since I did it to you.” I whisper against her exposed neck as I wrap my arms around her waist and appreciate the hickeys that I left on her breasts and tummy. Before she can say anything else I kiss her forehead and throw some bubble bath into the tub.

“I didn’t take you as the type of man who took a lot of bubble baths.” She said with a shy smile.

“I honestly didn’t until I injured my leg. My physical therapist made me start a few years ago to relax the muscles after a strenuous work out or physical therapy session. I always feel like I’m marinating in body juice soup but it does wonders for sore muscles.” I chuckle and turn the faucet off.

“I’ve never thought about the body juice soup thing. It kinda is, isn’t it? Gross.” She giggles as I help her step into the tub. I step in behind her and settle her against my chest.

“Yeah, I would get in right after a workout and then shower immediately after the bath just so I could actually feel clean.”

“Mmm. That sounds good.” She said as she leaned further back against me with her eyes closed either content or exhaustion taking over her features.

“If I had a clawfoot tub like this, I don’t know that I would ever get out of it. My house just has those shower tub combos and I can’t get the water deep enough. It’s not relaxing.” She says and I smile.

“Well, you’re always welcome to use this one darlin’. I can get some candles and music and set you up in here whenever you’d like.”

“Any reason to get me here naked huh? Now you may not get rid of me.” She jokes.

“Good, I wouldn’t want too. You being here naked is my new favorite thing.” I kiss her temple and decide to go for it. I may regret this.

“What have ya got going on this weekend? Wanna stay tonight?” I ask hesitantly while praying to God I don’t have a nightmare in her presence.

“Do you want me too?” She asks genuinely.

“Of course, I do, sugar. I thought that much was obvious. Unless you don’t want too.” I respond. Maybe she’s worried about sleeping next to me.

“I wasn’t sure. I just thought you were really good with aftercare and then were going to send me on my way.” She giggles with a gentle elbow to my side. “I’d love to stay the night! I have nothing planned tomorrow. I need to get some groceries and meal prep for the week on Sunday, since I usually bring lunch from home but I just figured I'd be lazy the rest of the weekend.”

“Good, let’s be lazy together.” I tell her relieved that she didn’t want to leave, but still nervous as hell and questioning if I should have just taken her home on the off chance I do have another nightmare. I was grateful that she couldn’t see my face as I battled an internal war on whether or not this was a bad decision. Emma threads our hands together and begins playing with my fingers. Her hands look so tiny against my own.

“Why are you single?” She asks out of the blue.

“Why are you? I mean I know you had that loser ex, but why didn’t you find someone else after that? Likely have your pick out of anyone.”

“You’re deflecting.” She responds quickly. “And that’s not true. I guess I’m a little damaged after everything happened with Colin. It all only happened about six months ago. I was lucky that my lease was coming up for renewal. Colin and I had talked about looking for a house. He even took me to look at one. I found out a few months later that his mistress lived down the road from the house we looked at. Guess he was looking for an easier commute to her.” She laughs without humor. “Anyway, I guess I just wonder why you haven’t been snatched up already. You’re pretty amazing, and not just in the bedroom.”

“Colin sounds like a real piece of work. Seems like ya dodged a bullet with that one. And I ain’t deflectin’.” I frown. “Similar to what you said, I’m damaged too. Military fucked me up and I got cheated on two times along the way while deployed. They each said they would wait but found something better while waiting. After that, I guess I just realized I didn’t want to feel like I was settlin’ just so I could have someone. It wasn’t fair to either of us. I was gone all of the time and couldn’t be a present partner and they shouldn't have to always be alone wondering whether I'm still alive. Figured I was better off alone where I know what to expect of my life.”

“Austin, I know you spent almost twenty years in the military, but you don’t talk about it a lot.”

I tense slightly and she catches it. “Yeah, I guess it’s just hard to talk about. Don’t need to bring anybody else down with all of the bullshit in my head is all.”

She turns slightly in my arms and looks up at me genuinely. “I won’t ever force you to tell me details about it, but when and if you’re ever ready to talk about it, I’d be happy to listen.” Emma says as she strokes the fur on my jaw.

“Means a lot to me, darlin’.” I say before pulling her in tightly and kissing her forehead.

“Have you ever confided in anyone about it?”

“Eh, there’s a therapist they set me up with at the VA. I have sessions with her every so often.”

“Good. I just don’t want you to bottle things up.” I release a heavy sigh. She’s an intuitive little thing. Bottling things up and pushing them down are my M.O. I just nod at her.

Signaling that she was not going to push the conversation, Emma leaned back further against me as I feel her body relax against mine.

“Sugar, there is one thing you should probably know.” She leans up slightly and looks for me to continue.

“Every once in a while, I have nightmares, ya’ know, PTSD stuff from war. Usually, I wake myself up and it’s no big deal but, in the past, there have been a few times where I’ve had active flashbacks that are hard to wake up from. I haven’t had one in several months but I just thought you should know before we go to sleep tonight. It would just absolutely kill me if I scared you.”

“Should I try to wake you if that happens?”

“No, just uh, fuck.” I wipe my hand over my face in frustration. She’s probably already thinking about how to get the hell out of here. “Just uh, stay back from me and talk to me like I’m still active army. Explain that there is not a threat and the others are reporting back to base to reconvene and let Aika in if she’s not in the bedroom. She’ll help.” Emma begins to nod before I speak again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve probably freaked you out. I can take you back to yours. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I uh, I’m a little fucked up.” I look down at my fist as I clutch it tighter in frustration. Emma quickly turns around in the tub, sloshing the water around, and straddles my lap as she puts one arm on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. She stares into my eyes like she’s reaching straight into my soul. I am fighting the urge to run, and get away from her scrutiny but I remain in place.

“Baby, shh.” She says and I realize my whole body is tensed up.

“Relax, and take a breath. I’m not afraid or uncomfortable. I’m actually relieved you felt comfortable telling me. If you have a flashback, I’ll do my best to talk you through it calmly and get Aika." She shrugs as if we are talking about something mundane like what we are going to get from the store. "I can do that, okay?”

My jaw is aching from how tightly I am clenching it before Emma guides my head against her chest using her breasts almost like a pillow. I listen to her steady heartbeat and my head is gently guided up and down by her calm breathing. God, she’s a breath of fresh air. This is the definition of a safe space. A happy memory to refer to when panicking. I should make a mental note to bookmark this moment as my future safe space. Here naked in the bathtub, our hot skin crushed together as my cheek presses against the chest of the most amazing woman after the first time we were intimate. Definitely my happy place.

“Please don’t overthink this. I want to be here with you.” She says softly and I notice that my whole body has finally relaxed against her. Her nails are barely running across the skin of my scalp through my buzzcut as she has me cradled to her chest. I close my eyes as I release my clenched fists and begin to softly stroke up and down her back. I clear my throat slightly as I’ve choked up from my emotions a bit.

“Alright, thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you for letting me stay.” She says and kisses me tenderly.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I have been thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion and our body juice soup is starting to get cold.” She teases.

“Thoroughly fucked to the point of exhaustion?” I smirk at her. How did she manage to pull me out of a funk like that so easily? She's incredible.

“As if you weren’t well aware of that fact, you cocky little shit!” She giggles.

“Ain’t nothing little about me, Sugar.” I smirk while swatting her behind.

“That’s for damn sure.” She whispers before climbing off of me. I’m already hard as a rock again from having her straddling me while talking about how fucked out she is.

She smiles and shamelessly stands above me with water droplets trail down her skin before she steps out of the tub and walks over to the shower and turns it on. I pull the drain on the tub and follow her like a lost puppy. I step in the shower cubicle where she’s waiting on the water to warm and scoop her up and place us both under the freezing water.

“Oh fuck, Austin! That’s freezing!” She screams and playfully smacks at my arms around her.

“Let me warm you up again, darlin’.” I grunt before pulling her into a consuming and carnal kiss.

The water begins to warm against our bodies and steam quickly fogs the glass walls. Emma’s hands are roaming all over my body as my own are grabbing the meat of her ass and pulling her closer to me. To my surprise, Emma pushes for me to sit on the shower bench and straddles my thighs with a filthy kiss.

“Mmm, you’re such a man, Austin.” She says between sloppy kisses.

“Thank you?” I pull back with a quizzical stare. “My dick helps me with that.” I joke.

Emma rolls her eyes. “I just mean you’re so large, muscular, and hairy. It’s a huge turn on for me. You’re like a bear.”

“Whatever gets ya’ going, Sugar. I knew you liked animals a lot but I didn’t know bears turned you on.” I chuckle as my hands rest on the globes of her ass.

“Oh shut up!” She laughs with a touch of exasperation. “You’re fucking sexy and I’m certain that I’m not the first to tell you that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so cocky and sure of yourself.” She says.

“It’s confidence not cockiness, sweetheart. I’ve got plenty of cock though.” I point to my hard member standing at attention between us with a smug grin and she tilts her head back tiresomely while shaking her head at my corny joke.

“Lucky for me, I found an intelligent, beautiful, and incredibly perfect woman that fits on top of it like it was made for her.”

“Should I be jealous? You got yourself a mistress already?” She says with an eyebrow arched and I quickly smack her ass check which causes her to grind up against my bulge.

“Woman! You better stop with that shit. You know I’m talking about you.”

She smiles and leans forward to kiss me. Our tongues fight for dominance before Emma reaches down and fists my cock before lifting herself up and pressing me to her entrance. I stop her as my hands tighten on her waist, causing her to scoot back a bit.

“Condom?” I ask praying it doesn’t ruin the mood.

“I got tested after I broke up with Colin and I haven’t been with anyone sense. I’m on the pill. I’m good with it if you are.”

“I’m clean too. Got tested at my physical about eight months ago and haven’t been with anyone sense.” I tell her before kissing her enthusiastically.

“I want to really feel you.” I breathe against her lips. She looks down and lifts herself up again, angling my cock toward her once more.

“You sure?” I ask her and she nods before slowly gliding down on me and I feel my nuts draw tight to my body. God, she feels like silk. I hear her shaky inhale as she slides all the way flush onto me.

“Jesus, babygirl. You’re going to unman me. You feel too fucking good. So soft and warm and wet” I say as I struggle to keep my cool. She fits so tightly around me that just the slight movement of our breathing makes me want to moan in pleasure.

“Not possible.” She giggles as I take a deep breath. “You’re not a man, you’re a bear.”

“That so? Huh, guess that makes you my little goldilocks.” I grunt and she giggles louder and I reach to hold her still so I don't cum too quickly. She's squeezing me like a fuckin' vice.

“Mmmm and I found the cock that fits jusssssttt right.” She replies and I laugh brasher than I had meant too but she was just so fucking cute.

“Yeah, you were made for me. Not just your pussy, all of you.” I say breathlessly when she lifts herself up slowly before slamming back down against me.

“You gonna fill me up, Bear? Drip out of me?” She asks seductively and I groan in pleasure.

“You better believe it. Ya want my cum inside of ya, Goldi?” I growl. She giggles and nods enthusiastically and before she can respond I grab the back of her head and slot my tongue into her mouth again.

I grab the little crevice under each of Emma’s ass cheeks and help her lift herself up and down on top of me. It’s insanely sexy to watch her take control of her own pleasure. She releases little breathless pants and moans that I don’t think she’s even aware of as she works herself on my cock. Her tits bounce and jiggle with each motion and I quickly begin sucking on them and rubbing my beard across them as I spread kisses across her chest. I’m jolted from my ecstasy when I hear her whine.

“Damn cowgirl. You ride real good.” I grunt as I take in her form after she flips her partially damp hair over to one side of her and arches her back slightly with each descent.

“Yes, talk to me baby.” Emma whimpers.

“Mmm, you want me to talk dirty to you? Tell you how fucking beautiful you look ridin’ me? Tell you how much I love these perfect tits in my face. How I’m going to think of this moment when you’re not here the next time I stroke my cock?”

“mmmhmm, keep going. I’m so close.” She whines.

“God, baby. You look and feel so good. I can’t stop thinking about how your sweet little peach is dripping your delicious honey down my balls as they slap against your ass. Never tasted a peach more perfect than yours. Wanna wake you in the morning licking that peach and keep it on my beard so I can taste you throughout the day.” She clenches down on me so hard, I know I’ve got her there.

Emma’s orgasm explodes through her body and I wrap my arm across her back to keep her upright as she trembles in bliss. I keep pumping into her from underneath to help her ride out her climax before I lift her up and place her on her feet. I press her against the glass shower wall and she chirps at the cold glass against her overheated body. I spread her ass cheeks wide as I arch her back before I slide back into her. As soon as I slide in, Emma moans so deliciously that my pace falters as I am tempted to cum.

“Fuck, sugar. Noises like that and a view like this,” I stare down and watch myself slide in and out of her, my cock shining with her slick, “gonna make me blow my load sooner than I wanted too.” I admit. I knead my hands into the globes of her perfectly round ass and then gently smack each cheek to watch it jiggle. I’m tempted to press on her little ring of muscle, but don’t know how she’d react so I don’t. I quickly realize that I’m pretty close and I want her to have another before I let go. I reach down and find her clit with my fingers and start stimulating her.

“Sugar, I need one more.”

“I c…can’t, Sy. Too tired.” She murmurs.

“One more, angel. I need to feel you explode around me while I pump my cum deep inside ya. You can do it. C’mon.” I encourage her and she’s moaning no longer caring about the volume of her voice. It’s erotic as hell.

My finger continues to stimulate her clit before I slightly pinch it and am rewarded with a loud whine as Emma clenches down on me and begins to quiver uncontrollably.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkkk, Austinnnnn.” She screams and her body goes completely limp against the glass wall as I quickly hold her up with one arm around her waist. I slam into her repeatedly as I feel my climax approaching and then I release my cum into her tight channel.

“Shittttt!” I grunt as I keep pumping my cum deeper inside of her and it feels like my orgasm continues longer than normal as I fill up her snug pussy.

While still connected, I lift her slightly and sit back down on the bench in the shower. I knew what I was doing when I installed this thing. Emma’s body is completely limp as she’s laid back on my lap with her back against my chest. Her head is tucked under my chin and her hands lay limply against my arm.

“Are you intending on making me unable to walk or stand, baby?”

“Nah sugar, just a happy coincidence.” I tell her. I gently slide out of her and hear her wince from the loss. I set her on the bench and angle the water towards her to keep her warm while I get some body wash and begin washing her off. Even though my old injured leg protests greatly, I kneel down and begin washing her legs. When I lift her right leg, I see my cum dripping from her core and damn, did it look good. Emma smirked at me as I went to wash her there and then slid the washcloth up over her stomach and to her breasts.

“Gotta make sure I clean you up after I make you dirty.” I grin as I waggle my eyebrows at her.

She chuckles, “Oh and my boobs are extra dirty?”

“Mmmhmm. Are you trying to imply something?” I ask with fake offense.

“Nope, now get up. It’s my turn.” I stand and help her up off the bench. Emma’s legs shake a bit and I hold back a chuckle so she doesn’t see. Ole’ Sy’s still got it.

Emma lathers up the soap and then begins to wash me. I can tell that she’s tired and not intending on doing so seductively, but she just radiates this aura that makes me want to fuck her seven ways to Sunday. Focus Sy, she’s absolutely shattered and certainly sore. Plus, you ain’t in your twenties anymore, I scold myself.

After Emma washes me, we rinse off and I wrap her up in a large fluffy towel. We both dry off, and I get out a new toothbrush that I have in a cabinet and we silently brush our teeth. I lead Emma back into the bedroom and pull the covers back so she can slide in. I take her towel and hang it up and run out to the living room and check on both dogs who are sleeping soundly in their beds. I grab a bottle of water for the both of us before I climb in bed next to her. I open my arms and she immediately shuffles into them where she rests her head against my chest. I’m a bit nervous about sleeping next to her and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest but am hoping she doesn’t notice. I haven’t slept next to a woman all night in probably ten years, and I certainly haven’t after all of my PTSD episodes.

We lay there in the dark room for a moment and I wonder if she’s fallen asleep before she lifts her head and I see her eyes looking for mine.

“I know you are worried, but I just need you to know that I have never ever felt safer in my life than right here in your arms. Everything will be okay.” I exhale a breath of relief before I place a chaste kiss to her lips.

“G’night, sugar.”

“Night, bear.” I smile at her response and feel her snuggle into me as my eyelids get heavier. A few moments pass and I hear her deep, even breathing. I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off to sleep much easier than I had anticipated.

Part 6

Author's Note:

I have absolutely NOTHING written yet for part 6, but tomorrow morning we are going to adopt a new little puppy named Dug to be a part of our family after our elderly dog died a few months back. That being said, I'll be very busy with the new pup, my kids, and Christmas approaching so I beg you to be patient with me about getting the next part out. I only want to post when I consider it my best so it may take a few days. I hope you all are having a fantastic weekend! ❤️

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Tell Me to Stop — Final Teaser (Kyojuro x F! Ice Hashira Reader)

Final teaser!

As I said in an earlier post, the final part to Tell Me to Stop is hella long and I’m almost ready for editing. But I wanted to give a final teaser, as a treat — one that shows where things were between Y/N and Kyo and where they are now post-Entertainment District.

I’ve had some complaints about my characterization of Kyojuro, but I just want to remind people that this takes place in an AU where he survives Mugen — and is traumatized. That plays a big role in this story, so if it’s not your cup of tea, that’s fine!

CW: none really. Flashbacks are in italics.

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“Rengoku!” Y/N was startled, taking a step back in surprise at the sight of the Flame Pillar.

“Y/L/N.” The man who once reminded her of the sun nodded in greeting, his face impassive and his voice detached.

“I am happy to see you in good health.” His formality was foreign to her; he’d never used that cold, detached manner of speaking to her, not once since she’d caught him staring at her right before the commencement of Final Selection.

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“Ice Pillar Y/L/N!” His sunny voice boomed, and Y/N groaned. She’d just gotten her migraine to calm down.

“Rengoku,” she nodded politely, as her comrade came to stand beside her, all smiles and warmth.

“It’s been a while, Y/L/N! I was beginning to forget how you look when you roll your eyes at me.” He laughed, and Y/N scowled.

“Perhaps I’ll pay to have my photograph taken, Rengoku. That way, you can carry a reminder with you wherever you go.”

Rengoku turned to her, an eyebrow raised in surprise at her willingness to engage with his banter so quickly. “If that’s the case, Y/N, I’d prefer to have one of you smiling. It would do well to keep me warm on those cold nights away from home.”

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“I heard you were called away on another mission— some train?” Y/N asked him as they strolled through the Master’s garden following their meeting.

“Yes, we’ve unfortunately lost a number of slayers. Perhaps it’s an upper rank!” The Flame Pillar responded jovially, but he stopped in front of Y/N when he saw her frown.

“What is it?” His voice was gentle, and Y/N shook her head, focusing her eyes on the blooming wisteria saplings that had been planted.

A warm finger curled under her chin and tilted her face up until her eyes clashed with pools of golden ore. “My dear Ice Pillar, are you worried for me?” He was smirking, and his thumb lightly caressed the underside of her jaw.

Y/N gingerly removed his hand from her face, though she did not let it go right away. “You are the Flame Hashira, Rengoku. If anyone is capable of defeating an Upper Rank, it most certainly is you.”

Rengoku smiled broadly at her, his hand nearly grazing her own. “For someone whose prowess lies in ice breathing, Y/L/N, you sure know how to start fires.”

Under any other circumstance, she would have changed the subject, or not said anything at all. But Y/N couldn’t help her sudden desire to flirt back, just to see if she could knock him off his feet as he so often tried to do to her.

“Yours is the only one I’m interested in stoking, Rengoku.” She said sweetly.

She’d laughed at the Flame Pillar’s beet-red face for the rest of the day.

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Y/N kept her hand pressed to the throbbing wound on her lower abdomen, cursing that she could still feel the Upper Six’s sickle piercing her gut even two months later.

“You’re in pain.” It wasn’t a question.

Y/N shrugged, trying to play it off. “I suppose it’s to be expected for a while yet. At least until I recover.”

Rengoku said nothing, and the silence felt suffocating.

“Would you-“ Y/N hesitated, and inwardly she’d never felt more embarrassed or uncertain than she did then as she stood before the uncharacteristically stoic Flame Pillar. “Would you like to sit down?”

Rengoku’s face remained impassive, and he turned away from her, dismissively.

“I cannot. I came only to retrieve a salve from Kocho.” His voice was just as cold and unfamiliar as the rest of him had been.

“Rengoku, is everything all right?” She stretched out a hand to touch his shoulder but was alarmed at how quickly he flinched away from her as if her touch could burn him.

“Everything is fine, Y/L/N. I need to be on my way.” Rengoku’s voice was flat, monotone, and wholly foreign to her.

“I’m sorry for not thanking you sooner — for everything you did to help me that night.” Y/N blurted, and to her momentary relief, Rengoku froze mid-step, though he did not turn towards her. “I owe you my life.”

She did not miss the way Rengoku’s fists clenched at his side. “You owe me nothing. I would have done the same for any other comrade.” He replied, voice tight. “I must get going now. Farewell, Y/L/N.

She was so stunned that she’d not bidden him farewell back. Rather, she’d stood helplessly in her doorway, even long after the edge of his haori had disappeared around the corner of the Butterfly Mansion’s hall.

He had not looked at her once.

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Bad Idea Right?

A/N: Bad Idea Right? By Olivia Rodrigo with Levi from my Fame AU story. If you read this story it’ll make more sense. Songfic!

Warning: Smut, Swearing,smoking, Cheating, Jealousy, Drinking, P in V, nudity

Nav! // Masterlist

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months

But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up

And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone

And I'm sensing some undertone

And I'm right here with all my friends

But you're sending me your new address

And I know we're done, I know we're through

But, God, when I look at you

‘Meet me at eight.’ Is all the text reads. I sit there staring at it, unsure what to do. Hange is hosting a kickback at their place, but I’ve been here for a while. I only came because Levi wasn’t going to be here. I didn’t need to worry about running into him. But now, he texts me asking me to come over. Should I go?

“Hey, you okay?” Hange asks me as they hand me a drink. I nod and accept it, shutting my phone off and tossing my head back to finish the drink. After the week I’ve had, I need this.

“I’m fine, just tired. Works been kicking my ass.” I respond, and Hange nods with a frown.

“Well, at least your out of the house. Let me know if you need anything.” Hange says, and I nod as they walk over to Erwin and Armin who are having their own conversation.

‘Hey, How’s the party?’ Megumi’s text reads. I sigh and open it, typing out my message before another comes in from Levi.

‘I’m getting take out. It’s 7:28, I expect you here by 8, 8:10 the latest.’ I frown and linger in the chat with Megumi. I’m sure if I tell him no he won’t hate me. But I know we shouldn’t see each other. We shouldn’t even be friends. He cheated on me. With Petra of all people. Why should I go over? I’ve moved on, I’ve started a new relationship. I don’t need him anymore.

But I want him. Quickly, I text Megumi back. ‘Hey, the parties going great. I don’t feel so well though, so I might crash at Hange’s tonight.’ I respond, before texting again. ‘I’m gonna have a few more drinks so I might not answer.’ I send the text before going to Levi’s message. I write to him. ‘Fine. I’ll be there by 8:20, don’t rush me or I’ll take longer.’ I reply, before he begins to type, the three dots appearing on my screen. ‘Don’t take long.’ Is all Levi says, before I roll my eyes. He’s so needy. ‘8:30’ I type back, before shutting my phone off and tossing it to the side. He’ll live by a few minutes of me being late, it’s not the end of the world.

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

I should probably, probably not

“Okay okay, one more drink.” I giggle, leaning on Annie’s shoulder as Hange hands me another drink. At this point I’m not even sure what time it is. It’s late, the music is loud. Eren is rolling a blunt with Zeke while Mikasa is pouring shots.

“You said that a few minutes ago.” Connie says, who’s a bit more sober than I am, but only because he got here late with Sasha and Niccolo.

“Shut up. Just, just let me be okay.” I respond. Annie lifts her glass and taps it against Sasha’s before tapping mine too. The three of us toss our heads back and take our drinks.

“Levi! You made it!” I hear Hange say happily. Fuck. I forgot. I check around looking for the time before I see it on the stove across the room. 10:57. Almost two hours after I told Levi I’d go see him. I don’t look at him, instead I point to the bottle and ask Sasha to get me another drink.

“Let’s take another shot.” I say, and Sasha nods leaning down to grab the bottle.

“No no, you’ve had enough.” I hear, and at that theres a hand on my back. I take my head off Annie’s shoulder and look to see Levi.

“Hey Levi.” Annie slurs, and we both laugh. He just nods before peeling me off her further.

“I’m taking you home.” He says, before I roll my eyes.

“Levi! Don’t leave! You just got here!” Hange whines, and I nod in agreement.

“Hange’s right, at least have a drink with us.” Connie says, and Jean comes back from wherever the fuck he was.

“When did you get here?” Sasha asks him and he shrugs.

“I’ve always been here I was just in the bathroom.” Jean says, and Sasha laughs.

“Take a shot with us. We have rum.” Erwin says with a slight smile. Levi rolls his eyes and let’s me go, Erwin reaching over to the kitchen island to get Levi a shot glass.

“Fine. One shot. Then we’re leaving.” Levi says looking at me, and I just nod lazily as I hug Annie again, who just smiles and doesn’t say much else. Even drunk, she’s still relatively quiet.

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

Fuck it, it's fine

“Just one more right? Just one more?” Mikasa teases Levi as he takes another shot with Erwin and Zeke. He’s on his sixth, I’m not sure which one I'm on. Levi just flips her off before setting his glass down.

"Fuck you." Levi says, and Mikasa laughs and leans into Eren who is high out of his mind.

"Y/n you okay?" Zeke asks as I lay my head against the couch.

"Mhm~, just tired 's all." I respond, my words blur together.

"Someones had too much to drink." Jean jokes and pokes my side. I jerk forward and laugh, before Eren holds up his blunt to me.

“ You want?” He asks, and I contemplate it for a minute. I haven’t smoked all night, might as well. I nod and he moves from his place near Mikasa to over to me, sliding the blunt between my fingers so I don’t burn myself. His eyes are slightly pink, showing how high he really was even though he seemed calm.

I lift the blunt to my lips, watching as Hange walks over to the speaker to change the song. Only now do I realize how many people are here, and that it isn’t just my friends but other people I don’t know.

Before I can register it, Levi’s next to me, his hand around my wrist as he takes the blunt and puts it out on the ashtray in front of me. He pulls me to stand, and leads me towards the door of the apartment. I wave to everyone goodbye, leaning onto Levi for support as I giggle about being over dramatic. He doesn’t answer me though, and I know where this is going.

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(The biggest lie I ever said)

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans

I know I should stop, but I can't

And I told my friends I was asleep

But I never said where or in whose sheets

And I pull up to your place on the second floor

And you're standing, smiling at the door

And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men

But I really can't remember when

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I say, and Levi doesn’t answer, instead pressing himself closer to me. We’re on his couch, my shoes are god knows where. My shirt is somewhere else entirely while his hands fumble with the back of my bra. Had we both been sober we would’ve been past this by now, but we’re not.

“Shut up and help me. I cant think with you like this.” Levi says, clearly frustrated. I sigh and shake my head, sitting up. He sits and stares at me before I say it again.

“ Levi this is wrong.” I say, and he frowns. He stands and moves away from me, on the farther side of his living room. “Your right.” He says, looking down. He stands by his large windows, the balcony showing behind him. It’s dark out, the street lights doing nothing but define his body even more than it already is. I shouldn’t be thinking like this.

This is wrong.

He has a girlfriend.

He cheated on me. With Petra. He isn’t mine anymore, he’s her’s.

If Megumi knew he would kill me. If he was here he would be so disappointed. I look back at Levi, who’s looking at me. His eyes are trailing down my body, and for the first time in a long time I feel self conscious under his gaze.

It’s been so long.

If Megumi was here he’d ask why I would do this to him.

But he isn’t here.

“Ah fuck it.” I say, standing and walking over to him. He doesn’t have time to question me. I pull him into a kiss, moving to undo the straps of my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders. “This is probably a bad idea.” I say against his lips, and he laughs, his hand tapping my thigh, before I feel him pick me up.

“Maybe, but it’s the best thing we’ve ever agreed on.”

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

I should probably, probably not

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

Fuck it, it's fine

“Levi- Levi fuck-“ It’s hard to be quiet now. The blankets aren’t even on the bed anymore, neither are our clothes. Levi doesn’t let up though, his forehead against mine.

“What? Missed me too much?” He asks, but he doesn’t let me answer, instead his lips crash into mine, teeth smacking against one another in a hungry kiss. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I did. Fuck, I’m close.” I say, almost entirely out of breath. The heavy breathing makes me lightheaded, the pillows long scattered off the bed, so my head hits the mattress.

“He can’t fuck you like I can. He doesn’t know you like I do.” Levi says, his brows scrunched up together. He’s upset.

“He doesn’t, he could never.” I say back, and it’s true. Megumi was nice, he was a good guy. But he wasn’t Levi. Levi grins at this, grabbing my face and pulling me into a rough kiss. It’s enough to make my back arch, enough to send me over the edge.

This is a horrible idea.

But if it’s so bad why does it feel so good?

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(The biggest lie I ever said)

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

Can't two people reconnect?

The biggest lie I ever said

I just tripped and fell into his bed

My brain goes-

I can't hear my thoughts

The biggest lie I ever said

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts

I just tripped and fell into his bed

[thief-of-eggs]

‘Thoughts of You Consume’ writing update for you all (plus a sneak peek of a later chapter)

First off, I want to say thank you to all of you who have been reading and invested in my works. Truly, I cannot tell you how much your support means to me, and it never fails to make me giggle and kick my feet when I think of how many people are enjoying my silly stories.

For everyone asking- yes, I am still writing my snowjanus longfic ‘Thoughts of You Consume’. I’ve gotten a lot of comments and asks, and it felt easier to post this then answer them all (although I still might try to)

There has been a lot that’s arisen in my personal life this past month (unexpected move, loss of a pet, relapse with my auto-immune disorder) that has caused me to put my fics on hold while I focused on getting my life back on track. (Aka- i’ve been reading a shit ton of books. Sometimes the writer just needs to be the reader for a moment)

I have not forgotten about the fic, or about all of you lovely readers! I have the next chapter half written, and I try to visit it every day to add even just a little <3

I’m hoping to have a new update for you soon, but in the meantime, as a treat- enjoy this little excerpt from a future chapter:

(Spoiler Warning)

Coriolanus is quiet as he sneaks back in to the Snow’s apartment, though he’s not entirely sure why. Surely their grandmother has already gone to bed, and it’s not like he has anything to hide. So he’d been out with a friend- that’s not too absurd is it?

Yet he still feels as though he’s done something wrong.

He begins to head straight to his room, but pauses as he passes their kitchen, seeing a candle lit on the table. His cousin is bent over her latest bit of embroidery- some tablecloth for Fabricia. He doesn’t know what leads him to it, but he finds himself walking closer, crossing in to their little kitchen.

His foot steps on a creaky floorboard, causing Tigris to startle, before laying her eyes on him.

“Oh! You’re home- I hadn’t heard you come in.”

Coriolanus hums, walking silently to their worn kitchen table, and takes a seat across from his cousin.

“Did you have a nice night?”

Again he hums, watching as she returns to her embroidery. Her needle slides delicately through the fabric, weaving an intricate floral design with mere thread alone.

“Did you eat while at the Plinths?”

A spike of fear grips his heart- how did she know where he’d been? He certainly hadn’t told her, that’s for sure. But then… where else is he known to go? He doesn’t maintain friendships outside of the Academy, hasn’t gone over to anyone’s place besides Sejnaus’s. Yes, that’s right. It was a mere logical deduction on her part, nothing more. She hasn’t picked up on anything, other than his mundane habits.

The thought eases a bit of his chest, though really, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she knew. Tigris has come to be his one and only confidant, and the fact that he’s kept this from her so long eats away at his insides, a muddled up secret begging to be set free.

The two of them sit in relative silence for a while after. Coriolanus watches the candle sink lower and lower, his mind playing over the events of the day, playing over Sejanus’s face, Sejanus’s words, Sejanus’s everything.

Eventually, it becomes too much to bear. He opens his mouth and pauses, weighing his words in his throat before finally speaking.

“Can I- can I ask you something Tigris?”

His cousin looks up from her embroidery, her needle in hand as she peers at him in the dim light. She cocks her head, care and concern laced in her expression.

“Of course Coryo. What is it?”

Coriolanus takes in a breath, holding it carefully in his chest before releasing. He tries and fails to formulate just how to go about asking what he means. Eventually, he settles for something more cryptic than he’d have liked.

“Would it be so wrong if I were… different?” Coriolanus asks, desperately hoping Tigris will somehow pick out his deeper thoughts and meaning.

“Different how?” She replies, and Coriolanus feels his chest deflate like a balloon. Of course she couldn’t know- and he isn’t likely to tell her just now.

“Never mind,” he mumbles, standing from the table. He’s suddenly quite exhausted, and finds he’d like nothing more than to curl up and let the day be washed away in the grips of sleep.

“Coryo, wait-“

Tigris stands as well, reaching out to grab onto his arm. He allows himself to be stopped, turning to face his cousin as she steps closer, standing directly in front of him as she places her hands on his shoulders.

“Different is never bad, Coryo.” Her eyes bore intently into his, so full of tenderness, full of love and care. “You could be all sorts of different, and it wouldn’t matter one bit to me.”

Coriolanus can’t tell if she’s grasped at anything, or if her statement is truly a blanket one. But still, it makes the ache in his chest loosen, makes his eyes flood with tears that he can’t fully understand, besides knowing that they’re partly forming out of relief that his cousin wouldn’t abandon him should she find out he were disgrace to their family name.

“Thank you Tigris,” he murmurs. She reaches up to cup his cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear that falls.

“Oh Coryo,” she whipsers, before pulling him close in her arms. He buries his face in her neck, holding his breath as though he could hold in his tears, his eyes screwed shut as her hand passes gently through his hair.

He pulls back a moment later, his vision blurred by his unshed tears. “I’m off to bed,” he says with a sniff, stepping back with his gaze trained at the floor. He doesn’t wish to see Tigris’s pity in her eyes just now, doesn’t wish to see all the ways she might suspect him different.

“Alright,” she murmurs. “Sleep well Coryo.”

He nods, turning on his heel to trudge back into his bedroom. Once past the threshold, he closes his door, leaning back on the thick mahogany wood with his eyes squeezed shut, his breath held tight in his chest.

It’s no use now that he’s alone. The sobs come quietly, because Coriolanus had learned early on in life how to manage his grief in silence. Slowly, he slides down the door until he’s sitting on the barren floor. He tugs his knees up to his chest, buries his face in his hands, and weeps.

He can’t fully work out just what he’s weeping for.

[unadulteratedfandomtrash]

Steve Rogers x Reader ~ April Fool’s Day  [Shield Adventures]

A/N: I came up with this idea after April Fool’s Day, sadly, but I figured you guys won’t mind a belated fic! There will be more “Shield Adventures” stories to come in the future.

[My Marvel Masterlist] 

Word Count: 1967

“Steve!!!”

Before the Quinjet’s ramp has a chance to lower all the way onto the landing pad, (Y/n) is running straight into the aircraft, making a beeline for her husband clad in red, white, and blue. The man in question has to brace himself and the young woman all but throws herself into his embrace. 

“Hello to you too, (Y/n),” he chuckles softly. “As much as I’ve missed you, I am pretty sweaty right now. I wouldn’t exactly recommend hugging until I am out of the suit.”

(Y/n)’s head lifts away from the comfortable spot between the blond super soldier’s pectorals to flash a pout. She pulls away with hesitance, but Steve promises to make it up to her with cuddles on the couch, which immediately puts a smile on her face. 

“Oh yeah,” (Y/n) suddenly exclaims, “Tony told me he needs your shield. He mentioned something about upgrades and polishing it.”

“”Right now? Can’t it wait until after I settle down and finish up my mission reports?”

“I can drop it off with him. I have to head over to his lab anyway. Tony’s been working on a new design for my uniform that’ll give me more maneuverability when I move my arms around. It’s pretty neat.”

While (Y/n) continues to ramble on about the new upgrades, Steve cannot help but zone out. Rather than focusing on the conversation, his attention is on (Y/n). Ever since the beginning of their relationship, Steve has admired her ability to grow excited over every little aspect of life. Something as simple as improved mobility in a tactical garment normally does not elicit too much excitement, but with (Y/n), it is as if Christmas came early.

“Steveee,” she whines, stomping her foot all the while. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, yes. I heard you. You’re getting some awesome suit upgrades to let you flail around better on the field.”

His phrasing brings back her pout. With arms crossed in front of her chest, (Y/n) begins to explain in heavy detail about her telekinetic powers requiring calculated movements, not uncontrolled flailing. 

“Don’t worry,” Sam butts with a smirk as he makes his way down the ramp. “Steve flails just as much whenever he uses the shield. You should’ve seen him today. His arms looked like those weird balloons at the car dealerships each time he threw that frisbee of his.”

The couple, scandalized by the former airman’s remark, send him a glare and threaten to assign the least-favorable task come the next mission. 

“Anyway, I should get going.” Wrapping her arms around Steve, (Y/n) squeezes her husband once more in a tight embrace, only this time, her hands find their way to his shield as she pulls away from him. “I’ll see you tonight for those cuddles. Bye, Steve!!”

Steve finds himself shaking his head with amusement as he watches his beloved run off across the landing pad.

“Well…there’s no telling when I’m getting that back.”

“I got it!”

Grinning like the cat that got the cream, (Y/n) holds up the shield in triumph as she enters Tony’s lab. She nearly runs into DUM-E, but her quick reflexes, and the shield, save her just in time when the robot nearly hits her head with a fire extinguisher. Unfortunately, her safety comes at the cost of DUM-E’s mechanical arm, which is now bent and dented at a weird angle.

“I invite you to my lab, and here you are, breaking my stuff.”

“It’s fine! That’s what the shield is for,” she snickers, “And DUM-E has been broken since you made him. You have no one to blame but yourself for that one.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you come to me for a favor,” the man teases while holding up a large box. “Are you sure you wanna do this? Cap isn’t gonna be too happy in the morning.”

“He’ll be fine. You said the glue will come off with a bit of soap and water, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Tony eyes her warily. Despite his excitement to prank Steve, he will suffer the consequences if the blond super soldier finds out who lended a helping hand with the prank. He knows for a fact that (Y/n) will be left off easy for simply being married to him. Tony, on the other hand, will not. He already had a shaky start at the relationship when they first met to save New York. While their relationship has been mended since then and he and Steve are both friends and coworkers, pranking him feels like a line that should never be crossed. Especially when it involves his shield. “You better not mention my name. Tony played no part in your shenanigans, you hear me?” “Yes, sir,” (Y/n) replies as her hand comes up in mock salute. “Now, hand over the gems and glitter.”

The sun has long since set beyond the horizon. Disregarding this, Steve elects to keep the lights off in the bedroom as he lays on top of the duvet, his eyes close to just rest as he waits for (Y/n) to return from whatever it is she has occupied herself with after having run off with his shield. Being a man of his word, Steve has stayed awake in order to fulfill his promise of cuddles, yet he has no clue where his wife could be. “Maybe I should call her,” he mutters to himself once he realizes midnight is nearly creeping up. Yet, right as he decides to turn to grab his phone from the nightstand, the familiar sound of the bedroom door creaking open has him freeze.

Despite being shrouded in partial darkness thanks to the cloudy night sky keeping the moonlight from shining through the windows, (Y/n) carefully sneaks across the master bedroom. She carefully tiptoes with her uniform in one hand and the leather shield bag in the other. There is a soft clunk as she sets down the bag in its designated corner by Steve’s nightstand; the super soldier has grown paranoid of potential break-ins or emergency missions, so he has gotten into the habit of keeping the weapon within arms reach.

“Ya’ know, if you were trying to be sneaky, you’d have to try harder.” Steve watches in amusement as his beloved jumps in the air like a spooked feline. A small chuckle escapes once he notices the sour look on her face. 

“Steve, you scared me! Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Well, someone was feeling clingy earlier today, so I promised cuddles, remember?”

“Oh yeah!” Dropping the uniform to the floor in favor of physical affection, (Y/n) all but dives onto the bed, landing on top of her husband’s chest and successfully knocking the wind out of him. “Snuggle time!” Strong arms wrap around the smaller form sprawled across him. The cool spring breeze is nothing compared to the heat radiating from the super soldier’s body. The warmth has (Y/n) sighing in comfort, nuzzling her head against Steve’s pectorals with a hum of delight. “So, what kind of changes did Tony make?” “I dunno. Wasn’t paying attention.” “You weren’t paying attention to your partner in mischief?” “No,” she argues, “Sam is my partner in mischief. Tony just provides the money to fuel the chaos if he approves of it.”

“I knew you had looped Tony into your shenanigans.” “Shhh. It’s late. Go to bed, old man.” “You’re married to this old man,” Steve teases, pressing soft kisses along her neck. 

“Yup. And grandpas like you need sleep,” (Y/n) states with finality, leaving the blond super soldier to chuckle even more when he peers down to see her eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion. “Good night.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)!!!” The woman in question freezes at the sound of her name being yelled from the other side of the compound. She woke up early to evade Steve, and to solidify her reason for disappearing, the young woman dragged Bucky and Sam to accompany her in an extensive training session.

“Ooooh, he sounds mad,” Sam remarks with a smirk. “What’d you do this time?”

“This time? Are you accusing me of always torturing my poor husband?” “Well,” Bucky joins in, “your ‘poor husband’ always uses that voice when he’s upset. I would know. He’s been doing that since the 40’s.”

Rather than answering, (Y/n) chooses to drag the two men in front of her to hide behind them right as the double doors slam open. The two veterans in the gym are unable to contain their laughter once they realize the reason for the blond super soldier’s anger. In his hands is a shield covered with red, white, and blue glitter with rhinestones covering the star in the center. 

“Goin’ to a party or something, Cap?” Sam manages to wheeze out between choked breaths. “Star spangled man with a plan? More like a sparkly spangled man with a plan!”

Steve sends Sam an unamused glare. He does not need to look hard to find his wife, given that Sam is hunched over in an attempt to catch his breath from laughing too hard. Words are not needed as he glances back and forth between the bedazzled shield and (Y/n). “Hi, Steve.” “Are you going to explain yourself, (Y/n)?”

“Happy April Fool’s Day?”

Without speaking, Steve gestures for (Y/n) to make her way to his side. But instead of listening to his silent request, she chooses to simply peek out from behind Bucky’s metal arm. Her eyes stay trained on her husband, waiting for any sudden movements so that she can panic react accordingly. 

“It was just a fun little prank, Steve. No need to get upset.” “Upset? (Y/n), my shield is covered in glitter and jewels. How am I supposed to get them all off in time for the next mission?” “But Tony said the gl-” A hand slaps itself over her mouth as soon as the woman realizes her mistake. Unfortunately for her, it is too late to take back what she had said. Steve heard her loud and clear; the blond super soldier sets down his newly-bedazzled shield by the entrance in favor of using both arms to cross them over his chest. Authority oozes from his stance as he raises an eyebrow, waiting for (Y/n) to speak up. “Tony said what exactly?” (Y/n) mumbles the answer meekly, but the only person who can hear her is the two men acting as human shields, and being the cheeky person he is, Bucky shoves her towards his best friend. A gasp can be heard at the sudden betrayal. “I’m not actually mad,” Steve admits softly when he realizes (Y/n) is actually worried. “I know you were just having a bit of fun. I know you well enough to know that if you were the mastermind behind a prank, there won’t be any permanent damage.” “Tony promised that the glue he bought should wash right off with soap, water, and a bit of scrubbing.” With a quick kiss pressed to (Y/n)’s forehead, Steve picks up his shield and turns around to leave.

“Thank you. But don’t think I’m gonna let you get away with this without some form of punishment. The next mission we have, you’re benched.” “What??” “Love you, sweetheart!” Steve exits the room just as quickly as he had initially entered it, stomping away with purpose as he enters the elevator and instructs FRIDAY to lead him to a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; as (Y/n), Bucky, and Sam resume their training, they choose to ignore the distant shouting from the floor above.

The End

[shostakobitchh]

Hello! On my millionth re-read of Aim and Ignite, and would love to know how you would have wrote/envisioned Snape’s reaction to the memory Lily left for Ariel and him. When Lily says that she “loves them both”, Ariel doesn’t linger too much on those words as she knew Lily loved her dearly, having read so in the letter/seen Lily’s love and sorrow for her in the Mirror etc. I can only imagine what Snape must have felt when he heard Lily say that she loved him, even though she couldn’t truly know that he was “on his way back”... I think it’s interesting that Snape doesn’t ever think about/reflect on that moment, is it just too painful? Is it locked away forever in his mind? I absolutely adore your story and would love to hear your thoughts!

so, I love this question for two reasons.

(1) this was the very first thing I wrote for aim & ignite - the story was actually meant to end on this moment - and it is my favorite thing i’ve written thus far.

(2) I kept a lot of what Snape felt here a mystery because you’re completely right! he has never reflected on the memory, has never really thought about it. I actually don’t think I’ve ever written him ever even having a passing thought about this moment and how it’s affected him - and there’s absolutely a reason for that!

Short answer: yes, Snape finds it almost unbearable that she loved him, and he cannot mentally handle that memory, so he keeps it under lockdown. Notice that he doesn’t say a single word after they emerge from the memory - Ariel even remarks that she can’t tell if the hand on her shoulder is to comfort her, or to keep himself upright. She sees him in a very, VERY vulnerable state. I believe he’s covering his face, too - my original intention was that he was trying not to cry, actually - I know, a rare one for Snape! But it’s open to interpretation honestly.

The one thing he took away and keeps at the forefront is that Lily asked Snape to care for Ariel. She asked him to do what he should have done from the beginning, and he does, which you see when he’s strolling through Little Whinging with Ariel after the events of Book 1. He’s actually trying.

Long answer (I just typed all this out a deleted it I’m going to kill myself)

At the time, Lily had no idea what she felt for Snape. It’s my own personal headcanon that Lily always loved him, in a way, had some sort of crush but didn’t understand it until the Mudblood incident. That’s why the inciting incident of Snape saving Lily during battle drives her crazy in the flashback in Chapter 11 (I think it’s Chapter 11, anyway).

Snape, in the meantime, has always loved her - never stopped, never will. The idea that he HAD Lily - he could have had her after that night in the inn - probably could have saved her life - is crushing him. And this is ON TOP of the prophecy (and The Other Thing, but we’re not there yet).

And, despite all of his mistakes - “you’re on your way back.” Lily still believes in him. He showed her enough that night that she knows, somehow, someway, he’ll come back and do the right thing. For Snape to know she had that much faith in him - at a time when he was still a loyal Death Eater - he just can’t handle it. He can’t forgive himself for fucking up so massively.

Snape knows he could have saved Lily, but even with what happened between them it changed nothing, so he doesn’t think his love was enough. Lily, however, loved him knowing he wouldn’t come back - not for a while, anyway - but she had to try something - anything - for Ariel.

I also think finally confronting that memory will directly tie into how Snape feels about Ariel. He’s admitted he cares about her - okay, great. What’s he going to do with that? Well, right now, he’s caring in his Snape-way, but he’s not exactly doing it well. And why is that?

Because he loves Ariel and doesn’t know it yet.

And once he admits he loves Ariel, he can begin to make his way back to Lily, and what she tried to give him in the Pensive.

[rainbow-beanie]

Prediction for what’s gonna happen during episode 9:

Simon finally is reunited with Betty, in the form of globbetty, who is still conscious within glob.

She can’t possibly be separated from glob, cause she’s afraid that if/when she is, glob in just gonna try to end the world again. And she wouldn’t want to be responsible for the end of the world a second time.

Betty, possibly through telepathy, basically tells Simon that he shouldn’t worry about her, cause she’s alive and unharmed, and that he should focus on finding happiness himself, even if she’s not around. And possibly reminds him of all the people that care about him, like marcaline, Finn, princess bubblegum (possibly) and many others, he just needs to get himself out there and meet them. Not as ice king, but as Simon. The same Simon she had fallen in love with all that time ago. And that no matter where he is, she will always be with him.

Does that not feel like a tearjerker? I’m betting that the main reason the next episode is gonna be really emotional is cause Simon will finally have to come to terms with the fact that he cannot save Betty, at least for now. This is something prismo had told him, which is why he was mad at him. Cause to him it felt like the wish caster was another obstacle preventing him from saving her, even if we know that’s not the case. But it’s another thing entirely to hear the same thing come from the person he’s trying to save in the first place.

To make a long story short, I want the same thing I’ve wanted since the beginning of all this: for Simon to survive all this, make his way back to his version of ooo, and possibly find peace with the fact that he can’t save his princess like he had hoped. But instead of only feeling down about this, he reminds himself of what Betty had told him, about how there are so many people that still care about him and want him around, even if he’s not magical like everyone else.

Speaking of which, I’d love it if there was a plot twist that he still had control of ice and snow, even without wearing the crown, since he’s been ice king for so long, his body has already adapted to the feeling of the ice powers running through his veins. Now I can imagine you’d be wondering to yourself, “but beanie, if Simon still had control of the ice powers, then why have we not seen any hints of that yet?”

Well, I think we may have gotten a hint waaaaay back in episode 4, when prismo was scanning Simon’s brain, he gets a error message and then says this:

“Nope. Still locked.” Still locked? Now when I had first heard this, I thought he was talking about ice kings mind that he had been locked out of. But that wouldn’t make sense, since ice king no longer exists, so wouldn’t the error message instead say ERROR, DATA NOT FOUND. cause without ice kings mind, there would be no magic to keep the link open. But that still doesn’t answer the question as to what is locked. Well I’m thinking that something else might be locked, or in this case blocked, like something was jamming the signal.

His ice powers are blocked.

Why would it be blocked, you ask? Well we all know that Simon’s slow descent into madness prior to becoming ice king was extremely traumatic for him, to the point that he physically flinches at the sight of ice, and isn’t at all comfortable with wearing the blue gown/robe that had originally belonged to Ice king. Simon didn’t want anything to do with ice king, and that included anything related to ice and snow, even if it’s in the form of small ice cubes in a glass. Hs ice magic had been blocked off by Simon himself, albeit unconsciously, it’s like how sometimes someone will block out a memory related to a traumatic experience in order to heal, the same thing would apply to the ice powers. And Simons powers being blocked off is one of the main catalysts for Fionna and cake’s dimension being changed.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[casualhedonists]

My girlfriend (ohstardew) started gushing about this story one day and I asked for the link because I was curious, and I can’t tell the amount of times we’ve chatted about it since as I’ve read through it to catch up. I wanted to share my thoughts in a comment so:

— Your writing is stellar. I can’t say this enough, it’s full of tension and drive, well-paced and with dialogue that feels like it is covering two layers at once. You embody need and lust with such a deft hand. — The power play in part 3 leading into their heated exchange, my god, the tension between them, the back and forth. You get the emotional beats down so well in this, this slow build heightening towards what we inevitably want to happen (even though I was biting my hand expecting it) — The start of part 4 with Snow was excellent hook to get me jumping into the story with bated breath and excitement. The way the reader raises the stakes, never easing up on the barbs and jabs and little daggers thrown his way, riling him up, oh it’s so good. — “Because I think you like chasing me.” This hits so hard and it’s such a good thematic statement of their dynamic. — The scene where she’s in his room showering and using his cologne… It’s such a small thing but it definitely is up there in my favorite parts of this whole story. — ok wait sorry for the full quote but “You faltered, if only for a few moments. Your pride wavering as you heard the want drip from his voice, still getting used to his eyes skating across your skin” (and its entire paragraph) is such good prose. I re-read it several times to savour it fully. The toxic jealousy that begins running at full steam ahead from this scene too, how it draws them closer into this messy spiral! Delicious. — It’d be remiss to not talk about the sex but the rising tension and climax it’s so good my brain kind of short-circuits. Getting Snow to snap and do it was such a deliciously long tease, the excitement paying off in the long run. (Sidebar but the warnings are good, thank you.) — The world-building and details you infuse into this makes it come alive so well. I cannot overstate how much it adds to the story, and how vividly it jumps off the screen because of that. It makes the reader-character feel more fleshed out and realized as an actual character anchored in the world, and had me hooked from the first chapter. There’s something to her that makes me root for her to get the one-up on Snow at times, even though I KNOW. That’s the power of your writing! — When she finds the drawer.. It felt like everything fell out from underneath her, in the most tantalizing and thrilling way possible. The heel turn in his treatment, the fury and rage and power oozing from him as he becomes so mean and nasty, it’s amazing. The sheer humiliation of how he treats her and yet she reacts the way she does!!!! (I think you did great navigating that dubcon scene fwiw. Really well balanced.) — You navigate smut and all its physical intricacies, the shame and want, the lust and filth, with pinpoint precision. I was re-reading trying to pick out a specific moment I liked the most, and really, all of it is so good it’s hard to choose. But the way you write Snow paying so much attention to the clit is top-tier. I keep lingering on that detail each time I read a scene, because it’s so perfect. It hits in all the right ways.

Finally, I appreciate all you do with this story. I could wait months if necessary, as long as you get the time you need to comfortably write. Thank you so much for sharing this.

best. ask. EVER.

oh my god. i absolutely was squealing reading this, i was so excited for your comment (your gf told me you were reading the fic despite it not being your usual go to pairing and so i was equally nervous and excited!! i know you’re a fellow writer too so i was anticipating your thoughts all the more) what an utter delight to wake up to.

i’m so beyond happy you enjoyed the fic so much, honestly can’t begin to describe how happy it made me reading through your thoughts!! and pls don’t apologise for quoting me back bc that’s my absolute favorite thing to see, best feedback imo is seeing which parts stuck out to people!! esp when the coincide with the parts i myself really loved writing.

chapter three is probably my favorite i can’t lie. she’s my little baby, i’m so proud of the dialogue there bc it’s something i used to struggle a lot with in the past so it was a benchmark of sorts! i’m so happy you enjoyed the prose as well as the little details. i love world building and sometimes wonder if it’s too much so i’m extra glad i stuck to my guns here.

hearing encouragement on the smut aspect too is like. THE best compliment, bc this is my first time posting smut, let alone a whole series full. so i love hearing what you enjoyed and i’ll absolutely be taking that into account going forward as i navigate the final chapter!! also so happy you liked the dubcon scene, your gf might have mentioned i was anxious as all hell working my way around that but ultimately im v happy with how it turned out.

again, thank you so so much for such a fleshed out comment, it means more than you could possibly know. as i’m sure you know being a fellow writer the process can really tire you out leaving you sort of numb to the content you’ve written, at a certain point while editing i start to question if any of it is even Good, but comments like yours really cement in why i do this and why i stick it out 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[jaye-of-the-glen]

[ @os-mapmaker ]

Greetings. You may call me the Mapmaker. I am on a mission to learn about all currently known timelines and their residents.

…Huh. I don’t think I have yet come across an Avian Character that resembles you in the other timelines I have visited.

Anyway, I hope you would not mind answering a few questions.

Interview: Jaye

[START]

⠀

So, I’ve heard you have a tendency to fall asleep for several days or even weeks. Is that something that is common of all Glenfolk in your world, or is that unique to you?

[Video Connection Available] [Engage Asynchronous Link?] [Initializing...] [You may now engage in asynchronous video interview. Video link may be paused at any time for your convenience. When paused, time will not pass for World Machine ███-████.]

A webcam flickers on. You see an avian with white feathers & a cracked yellow beak. She's wearing a shawl & tattered purple top bearing the symbol of the Sun. You note the tired expression on her face, visible even in her avian expression. You also notice that she appears to be in a wheelchair. The link appears stable, for now.

Good morning! A mapmaker, huh? That's new. I'm not going to lie, it would be very nice to have a better idea of all the differences between the worlds. There are wayyyyy too many Nikos to keep track of.

While cheerful, you note that Jaye cannot hide her fatigue. Every few sentences, she has to pause to catch her breath.

Speaking of, please tell me if you ever find another me! I'd love to talk to her. Maybe figure out more about my... condition. Jaye gestures towards her wheelchair. Also, I've never been called Avian before - that's a first. Mostly we call ourselves birdfolk or glenfolk.

By the way, why Mapmaker & not like, Cartographer or Archivist? Do the timelines have, like, a shape you can actually map out? Or is it just a figure of speech?

Oh, & I also wanted to mention, there are other blogs in my timeline, actually! Magpie was the one who set me up with a tumblr account to begin with. I know George & Kip are on here. Oh! And so is Niko! Here's the blog links: ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓

You attempt to examine the links but they appear to lead nowhere. Even the Niko blog returns no results. It seems those blogs cannot access your Singularity - to put it in simpler terms, you cannot see them from the Inversion. Yet Jaye says Magpie introduced her to the multiverse. Why is Jaye's blog in the Singularity but not the others? Are there other Singularities you don't have access to? Perhaps you are going about this all wrong. A better question: Is it Jaye's timeline that is unique, or Jaye herself? Querying Jaye more closely about the differences between her timeline & others may be instructive, in addition to learning more about Jaye herself.

Anyways, sorry I'm rambling. To answer your question, the sleep thing is a problem pretty unique to me. It actually used to be a lot worse - I fell asleep for over 2 years at one point. It's been a long-term issue, but the events leading up to the return of the Sun exacerbated it. It's... a very unusual & unnatural condition to say the least, & a long story that involves my World Machine. I don't have all the answers but... I think I'm ready to talk more about it, if you would like to hear.

[the-bi-writer-blog]

Could use some advice from anyone with similar experiences:

I’m an ambulatory wheelchair user due to POTS/EDS and possibly chronic fatigue. I can stand and walk, but I have a limited number of steps per day (and week, and month…) so I try to budget them for essentials like getting into and out of bed, using the bathroom, etc.

I *can* technically walk farther than that on a good day (think a block or two), but I’ll experience fatigue blowback if I force myself to do so on days I’m already fatigued.

So anyway.

Story time:

Went to the hospital yesterday for something unrelated (I’m fine now.)

I took an uber there but left my wheelchair at home, since it was a) an emergency and b) rideshare services sometimes refuse service to wheelchair users c) I was going to the literal hospital so I assumed it would be fine and I could borrow a chair there.

(Oh how wrong I was.)

I walk into the hospital (~10 steps from the uber to the doors) and immediately see an empty wheelchair no one is using.

I immediately ask to use it, and am told “it’s for people who really need it.”

Security demands that I stand for 30+ seconds so they can do their wand scan.

I do so, while saying “I cannot stand I need to sit down” and end up just literally sitting on the floor while he rifles through my bag.

Thankfully, the original Wheelchair Gatekeeper Lady finally agrees to let me use the wheelchair that was just sitting there waiting, like 5 feet away.

(Pausing to sigh since this is just the intro and it gets much worse.)

So I go to the psych ER first, knowing the regular ER will send me there anyway instead of taking me seriously.

They deadname me immediately and continue doing so even when I correct them. They don’t even ask for pronouns, but at that point I’m too tired and desperate for medical attention to care about respect. I just let them.

Then it gets worse.

(Remember, for context, that for the entire time I’ve been there, I’ve been in a chair that I clearly know how to use and have been, ya know, using it. Like the wheelchair user that I am lol.)

So when the nurse calls my name to take me to the back, he immediately says, “Can you walk?” in an unimpressed tone that clearly conveys judgement and dismissal.

I was so shocked at the question that I think I just said, “Not really” and followed him down the hall in my chair but like????

In hindsight that was a GOD AWFUL way to treat a patient and it was honestly just the beginning.

(All the rest of their questions were snide and demeaning too lol, and the psychologist who “””””””evaluated”””””” me literally wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise. It was infuriating.)

But anyway (again.)

The psychologist sends me on to the regular ER, so I go over there.

The staff there, for the most part, is awesome. They listen to my concerns and validate them. They’re helpful and I feel heard and seen.

However.

As soon as I’m checked into a room they take the wheelchair away

Which, fair enough, I’m gonna be here for hours and there’s a bed, and other patients will need it in the meantime.

(I mean, it does feel like having my legs taken away, and I avoided using the bathroom, even when I needed for hours, since I didn’t know how far away it was…but ya know.)

Overall, the doctors in this part of my experience were *incredible* and helped me figure out the issues I came in for. (Yay!)

The problem comes when I need to check out.

And this is the most upsetting sequence of events that I still don’t know how to process, or what I could have/should have done.

(Advice needed here)

So I’m sitting on the hospital bed and the nurse comes to give me the discharge paperwork and tell me I’m free to go.

I thank her and ask if I can use the wheelchair again to get to the parking lot (it’s at least a hundred steps from the room I’m in, probably more.)

She says, in a breezy tone, “oh those are reserved for people who need them.”

(I tried not to see red.)

I stammered out something like, “I have a genetic condition and I need one.”

But she just said, “They’re all in use” and walked away like that was that.

She walked off so quickly I didn’t even have a chance to respond.

There were no nurse call buttons that I could see in my room. I tried to get the attention of the nurse/doctors walking past in the hallway, but they didn’t hear me.

In hindsight, I should have just waited and insisted, but her dismissal was so clear and matter-of-fact that it made me feel like no one else would believe me either.

I ended up ordering an uber and biting the bullet to walk way farther than I should have…

…which means my health will be impacted for the next month, probably, since I forced my body to do something I really, really should not have done (walk so far while already exhausted and fatigued.)

I’m in bed today and will probably just stay here for the next few days to recover but like…

I’m just so tired, and so frustrated, and I’m honestly unsure about what I could have done differently.

I know a big part of it is just believing myself and validating my own needs, but when THREE different people insist that you can walk in the span of a few hours, you really do start to doubt yourself.

Like, CAN I walk?

Yes. My legs work.

However. I CAN’T walk far without great injury to myself that may take days or weeks to recover from.

I’m currently sitting in bed, unsure what the next few weeks of my life will look like, all because of believing the way people were invalidating me.

I’m tired and I just like. Don’t know what to do to not have this happen again.

Advice/validation/suggestions welcome, from anyone who’s dealt with similar struggles. How do you deal with this kind of invalidation from people around you? And do you have any strategies for pushing back?

Hope y’all are having a good Saturday so far <3

[killalluchihas]

good vibes/bad juju - 57

While on a mission overseas, Gojo gets K-O'd by an unknown person. Within a week, every sorcerer in Japan has heard about it. (A JJK OC story - Rated M, Graphic Violence)

[Chapter One] [Ao3 link] [Previous] [Next]

–/–/–/–

chapter fifty-seven: easy it'll be easy

“What if you’re wrong?” Satoru can’t help but ask it, even if there’s no reason for Tengen to make a such a serious claim without any evidence. “You’ve never even met her.”

“If it is proof you require, I will give you the means to find it.”

The scroll they unroll is old and musty. The ink used on it is deep brown, like dried blood. It depicts a snarled, swirling pattern of sutras, a combination of languages that Satoru only partially recognizes. The written words morph and twist together into larger shapes, ultimately forming a large diamond of dark ink on the parchment.

Satoru has never seen a seal like it before.

“This is a vessel seal designed by the Kusumoto clan many years ago,” Tengen says. “It mutates the body it is bestowed upon.”

He looks up at Tengen, recognizing the implications.

“This sorcerer would have been a potential new body for me, like the Star Plasma vessel,” Tengen confirms. “If not for the fact that she was born to a talisman sorcerer. The sealwork has altered her form to be the dominant conscience, and she’s using the Inverted Seal to hide her true cursed energy signature. If she absorbs my powers, there will be no stopping her.”

Satoru looks at the scroll again, working to unclench his jaw enough to speak. “She’s very young, y’know,” he tells Tengen nonchalantly. “I think she would have been nine or ten years old at the time you were looking for a new body. Don’t you think it’s kind of funny, Tengen-sama? That both of the bodies you wanted were from little girls?”

“This is not a vessel I would have chosen,” Tengen replies evenly, unaffected by his blatant taunt. “Nor do I wish to now. Their cursed energy is disruptive in nature. They would constantly cause damage to themselves and the barriers around them if not for the Inverted Seal. That is why she is a danger to us. She would overpower my technique.”

He frowns. “What do you mean, her energy is disruptive?” The seal on Yoshi’s foot is capable of disrupting cursed energy when she uses it, but Tengen makes it sound like—

“The Inverted Seal of Heaven is masking this power. But when it is deactivated, her cursed energy output returns to its natural state.”

What Tengen says doesn’t quite match up with what Satoru knows of Yoshi, and it takes a moment for him to sort through why that is.

Yoshi told him that the seal on her foot nullifies cursed energy. She also told him that it’s imperfect, and faulty, because she got it when she was only ten years old.

Satoru had filled in the gaps with his own assumptions: that the seal only activates when she wills it to, or when she’s in danger. But if the opposite is true, it’s been active this whole time, and only falters when Yoshi releases it voluntarily or loses control of it. Yet Satoru can’t see that, because the output appears normal to him while it’s working, and negates his sight when it’s off.

Tengen’s concern is beginning to make sense.

“Without the Inverted Seal, she would damage herself,” Satoru says pensively. He remembers Yoshi’s answer, when he asked what would happen if he cut her off her foot.

Tengen points to the scroll again, and describes the sutras needed to safely immobilize the vessel seal. He’s being asked to restrain the talisman sorcerer so she can be safely brought before the council for a trial. Once the council is made aware of the threat she poses, they’ll move to eliminate her.

There’s just only problem with this scenario, and Satoru makes sure to address it.

“This vessel seal,” he says, taking the scroll from Tengen, “I’ve never seen it before. What if Yoshi doesn’t actually have it on her?”

“Then she may not be the threat I suspect, but something that even I cannot explain,” Tengen says simply. “But do you know this for certain?”

“No,” Satoru admits. “But I can find out.”

—/—/—/—

He stops by her apartment that same day. Yoshi’s left the campus, off on a shopping trip with the students. If she knows that the council will see her as a threat, if she knows that Satoru could be sent after her, Yoshi wouldn’t leave herself vulnerable. She’s smarter than that.

Talismans are excellent for contingency plans. So he’ll look for evidence of them.

Satoru stops at her front door. Chalk markings cover the wood in steady, sure strokes. It’s meant to reinforce the broken doorframe, and set off a spark of energy upon its undoing. Like ringing a doorbell, it would tell alert Yoshi to the next entry. She can’t stop him from breaking in, but she doesn’t need to. Knowing he’s been here might be enough to tip her off.

He leaves without entering, and without any answers.

—/—/—/—

“Do whatever you must to restrain this sorcerer,” Tengen advises him. “But you must not let her escape.”

“If she escapes, she can’t absorb your powers,” Satoru points out. Yoshi doesn’t even want to be here, he had to convince her to stay on campus and go behind her back to register her as a sorcerer.

“What do you think she’s been doing all this time, while hiding from the jujutsu world? She is amassing cursed energy.”

—/—/—/—

“They use analog records,” Ijichi explains, looking exhausted beyond his years. “They faxed all this to me.”

The first time Satoru ever stepped foot in New York City was two weeks ago, and it had baffled him.

New York isn’t free from curses, but he couldn’t make sense of the energy movements at all. Curses would still form, but only in weak pockets dispersed evenly throughout the city, regardless of the negative energy pouring out of civilians. Something had changed the pattern of cursed energy, and Yoshi was likely the culprit.

He tasked Ijichi with tallying up the numbers, to find out how much curse activity they dealt with in New York. It took a while for the Americans to provide the data.

Satoru flips through the spreadsheet, trying to make sense of it. “And they didn’t give any explanation for the low activity?”

“None. The activity levels drop significantly in 1996, and gradually increase again, but never return to the original numbers despite the population growth.” Ijichi fumbles with his glasses for a moment, wiping the lens clean. “But they refer to a consultant throughout these reports, do you see that? Starting in 1996, they regularly bring in an unnamed person to handle larger cases. In our terminology, that would mean a curse-user. Here, though… I think they mean Ariyoshi. Though she’d be too young for the first decade, so I’m not sure—”

“Her mother has the same abilities,” Satoru says quietly. “And she has a binding vow with the American council.” Yoshi alluded to it, once. Whatever she does in New York, the American sorcerers allow it for some reason.

“What did she do?” Ijichi wonders. “A city that big is full of negative energy, it has to go somewhere.”

Satoru puts down the packet of mission records. He pats Ijichi on the back and says, “Keep this between us.”

—/—/—/—

By the time evening rolls around, Satoru hasn’t gotten anywhere with the case. He can’t prove that Yoshi isn’t a threat. She’s too powerful, and too secretive. But Tengen’s allegations hinge on the fact that they can sense something that Satoru cannot. So there’s no proof of wrongdoing either, but with the way the council already mistrusts talisman sorcery…

There’s no way around it. Satoru needs to know if she has that vessel seal. He can’t tip her off by asking about it, no matter how much simpler it’d be. If she runs, Satoru will be expected to use lethal force.

If she does have it, Yoshi has to show it to him voluntarily.

And then he has to trap her.

What a lame mission.

—/—/—/—

He hates alcohol.

He can still taste it in his drink, but the sweet lemon flavor helps a lot. Eventually Satoru takes enough sips to feel looser, even with the doubts rolling in his mind.

But it’s easy enough to tease Yoshi. He shifts closer and puts a hand on her leg when Kusakabe asks about their altercation in Germany. He half expects her to break his wrist for it. A part of him hopes that she does.

Instead she just gets a little flustered. Yoshi doesn’t blush prettily or gasp in embarrassment, but she mixes up her words and looks to him for help.

What he didn’t expect was for it to feel so gratifying. The alcohol makes him feel lighter, but Yoshi leaves him buzzing. He forgets, for a moment, why he felt so restless before. He is undeniably comfortable around Yoshi. Content, even. But it feels even better to rile her up.

If they weren’t in a group right now, he’d keep going. Satoru’s mind wanders towards thoughts of her soft inner thighs and her dark eyes fixed only on him. That little huff of breath when she’s annoyed but not really.

He retracts his hand leisurely. It would be so easy, wouldn’t it?

—/—/—/—

I can’t do this, Satoru thinks to himself clearly. He wants to put off this mission until after the goodwill event is over, but he can’t. The longer he waits, the more likely it is that Tengen will alert the council preemptively.

He doubles back to the bar and orders a shot.

—/—/—/—

CRRAAACK!

Satoru grimaces as the wood hits his back. By the time he’s pushed himself off the ground, his back throbbing in pain, the haze over his mind has cleared enough for him to acknowledge what a terrible idea all of this was. Yoshi collapses on the ground, grumbling in Spanish.

She must be so annoyed with him. He could’ve killed them both with that stunt. Satoru can’t help it when he begins to laugh.

—/—/—/—

Yoshi lets him hold her. Lets him rest his cheek against the crown of her head. She leans into him and Satoru relishes in it as much as he dreads it, because it’s still so easy.

“Why do you always check the time?” he asks, noticing when Yoshi looks at the watch he gave her. “I know I’m not boring you, I’m a fascinating man.” He breathes in slowly, trying to place the notes of her perfume. It’s fruity, likely Shoko’s, but unmarred by cigarette smoke.

Yoshi tells him that she looks at her watch when she’s thinking of home. That she misses her family.

Satoru doesn’t think that Mariko raised this girl to hurt people. He doesn’t think her power is a bad thing. All he needs to do is prove it to everyone else, and she’ll be okay.

He turns his face, pressing his lips against her hair. She allows this too.

—/—/—/—

“Yoshi,” he says softly. She looks up, seeming a bit lost in her own head. “You can come inside.”

Satoru has spent plenty of time in Yoshi’s little residence, mostly just to pester her and see how much of him she’ll tolerate. But this is a different kind of invitation and she knows it.

She knows it, and she considers it, and Satoru—

Panic strikes him as he decides that doesn’t want to know her answer, not like this. He changes the question, musters up another smile, “I’m just offering you a tour since I’ve already seen your place. Don’t worry, you can beat me up if I make you mad!”

She laughs, and goes to him willingly.

—/—/—/—

The surprise on her face is so open and innocent. He drinks in her expression, the look of her in this moment, just in case it never happens again. “You mean that you always have Infinity on?”

“It’s usually active even when I sleep.” Satoru isn’t sure what he’s doing anymore.

“You can’t control Infinity right now,” she realizes.

It should alarm him, revealing the gap in his defenses, but all Satoru can think about is what else he can do to keep her attention. The mission is the farthest thing from his mind right now, he’s just telling her this because she’s asking. Because it’s Yoshi.

She draws closer, and Satoru pulls her in because he’s wanted to do it all night. “Nope. What’re you gonna do about it?”

She feels so soft against him. He squeezes at her waist tenderly.

He waits, and Yoshi comes to him.

Kissing her is the easiest thing in the world. She lays a hand on his cheek, delicately cradling his face, and Satoru wants to lose himself in her.

But then her lips leave his, and when he tries to chase her mouth Yoshi leans away.

He opens his eyes, blinking at her. She still has a hand on his cheek, but her brow is furrowed in thought. “What is it?”

Yoshi lifts the glasses off his face, meeting his eyes properly. “Did you have Infinity off when you hit the torii gate?”

The question is so random that it takes Satoru a few seconds to process it. In that time, one of her hands slides down his chest and onto his back. He straightens up a little when she pushes against his spine.

“I’m okay,” Satoru insists quickly. Yoshi keeps looking at him until he admits, “It turned off at some point during all that.” He could heal the damage on his back, but that manipulation of reverse cursed energy requires some effort that Satoru doesn’t care to put in right now.

“You’re ridiculous,” she sighs.

The next thing he knows, she’s dragging him into his own kitchen and shoving a glass of water in his face.

“You’re still worrying about me,” he notes, taking the glass without protest. The bruise on his back is nothing compared to the ache in his chest, but he fiercely ignores it.

“Yes.” Her lips are pursed, like she’s annoyed. “I’m supposed to,” Yoshi informs him, folding her arms.

Satoru just cocks one eyebrow, sipping at the water.

“We have to watch out for each other,” she reasons. “We’re friends.”

It feels like a physical wound now, the twisting in his chest.

“We’re friends,” he repeats pensively, but what really strikes him is the rest of it. Yoshi’s trying to watch out for him. “Is that what this is?”

She doesn’t waver. “We’re definitely friends. The rest, we should talk about tomorrow.”

Satoru drains the whole glass of water and roughly sets it on the countertop. He thinks he hears it crack. “Yeah,” he utters his agreement at last. “We’re friends.”

I’m supposed to watch out for her.

I have a mission to complete.

“Gojo,” Yoshi says flatly, “Go to bed. You look terrible.”

He’s never felt such fondness for someone before.

Satoru opens his mouth to argue with her, but instead he says, completely without meaning to, “Did you infiltrate the school to absorb Master Tengen’s powers and destroy the barriers in Japan?”

The silence only lasts a moment. There isn’t enough time for Satoru to feel the tension before it snaps.

Yoshi blinks. “…It’s complicated.”

There’s no hostility, no sudden attacks. She just stands there.

Satoru barks out a laugh, and it edges on hysteria. He runs a hand through his hair, pulling at his scalp. “I’ve been trying to figure it out all day!” he laments.

She looks bewildered. “You have?”

“No,” he pauses. “Yes. Sort of.” He wasn’t supposed to just ask her outright. But Satoru isn’t a fucking detective. He’s not known for his subtlety. He can’t just seduce a woman to examine her body and lure her into a trap. What an awful plan. He’s glad he’s botched it.

“Can you just tell me what’s going on?” Satoru whines.

Yoshi raises her eyebrows. “Are you gonna try to kill me over it?”

He clicks his tongue. “Does it matter? You’ve been here long enough to have found a way around me.” If Yoshi hasn’t put some kind of talisman safeguard in place already, he’ll eat his blindfold.

She doesn’t deny it. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Then just tell me we’re on the same side,” he says, and if it sounds like he’s begging, no it doesn’t.

There should still be tension in the air, pressing down on them and choking the words from Satoru’s throat. Maybe there is, but he doesn’t feel it. All he feels is impatient, and a little sleepy. He can’t be bothered to take this seriously anymore, it would give him an ulcer.

Yoshi considers his request, brow furrowed in thought. “You want to hear my side of it,” she says slowly. “Even though you’ve already been warned.”

It might be stupid of him to try this. Satoru knows that Yoshi hasn’t been telling him everything, she’s been cagey from the start. But there’s an understanding between them too, and that’s what Satoru clings to now. She’s a teacher. She’s strong. She values the students’ lives as much as he does. She is ultimately, at her core, a good and compassionate person.

He knows it.

“We’re friends,” Satoru repeats steadily, willing her to believe it. “And I like you a lot, Yoshi. So tell me what you’re doing, and we’ll figure this out.”

Whatever she’s caught up in, they’ll deal with it together.

Easy.

—/—/—/—

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A/N: Here’s your damn kiss, you filthy animals! Originally in this part of the story, Gojo was supposed to be at his wit’s end, absolutely desperate to not have things fall apart, drink until he’s blackout drunk and tell Yoshi they should unionize (or marry, he’s not picky) to protect her against the higher ups. That was a little too dramatic to actually write, but I thought it would be funny so I’m just letting you know. I also considered pushing the intimacy further, but that would lead to a lot of angst, which I HATE. They’re gonna sort this out first because I say so. Communication is key, remember? Anyways. In the next chapter we need to check in with Wendy, she’s meeting some interesting people. The baseball game is still on, it’s just happening waaay later than I thought whoops

[featherlouise]

Do you have any more funfacts about mothfriend, his relationship with Hollow, their kids or maybe the childhood friends AU? 👀 I am very normal about all of them (lies)

Okok so I kinda have a habit of centring all my characters’ lives around the main character. So!! I’ve been thinking about mothfriend’s childhood, how he came to live in the middle of nowhere, etc

So!!

The day the Radiance is consumed by the void, her dying screams echo across the lands. It’s a sound no mortal has heard in millennia, but every living being intrinsically knows the meaning of: the death of a god.

As the child of the Seer, he was expected to have a deeper connection to the dream realm than most, and as such was raised with. A lot. Of pressure put onto him. On top of that, his mother believed that if she were to offer her child to the Radiance as a vessel, her connection to Her would deepen, and she would forever be known as the one who broke the chains cast upon their goddess by the pale usurper.

When the Radiance dies, however, mothfriend ceases to be of any use. His magical abilities are lacklustre, to say the least, and with Her gone, he just becomes another mouth to feed.

I’ve not really worked the specifics, but long story short, mothfriend takes the commotion caused by Her death to make a break for it. He runs out into the middle of a blizzard and doesn’t look back. He runs until he can’t and then runs even further. Because if he knows one thing, it’s that he cannot stay in this kingdom. Not with how deep the Order has sunk their teeth into it.

Eventually, he reaches the edge of the kingdom (the capital is p near the border, so this takes maybe an hour or two) and he knows that if he doesn’t find shelter soon, he’s a dead man walking.

(I’ve not figured out how, bc I don’t want him to just find it by chance but!!) eventually, he stumbles across a cabin, and figures if there are any owners, they won’t begrudge him for taking shelter in their barn, and manages to fall into a fitful sleep.

When he wakes up, there’s a blanket thrown over him. (Again, not worked out the details (this is a very new idea lmao))

Turns out!! This cabin is owned by a blind old lady, and while she can get by pretty well on her own, manual labour jobs her wife used to do have been getting more and more difficult. Mothfriend, with nowhere else to go, takes up her offer of lodging in return for work.

I’ve been thinking about mothfriend’s character a little, and have decided that his kind, mild, generally teddy bear like demeanour?? It’s VERY deliberate. Mothfriend is VERY hot headed, and for the first few months of his stay with the lady, whenever he starts getting angry, she sends him outside to chop wood to let out his frustration.

When he’s done, he’ll bring whatever’s usable (aka whatever hasn’t been chopped to pieces) into the house, puts it into the basket next to the fireplace, and sits down at the dining table with the lady, who made a warm drink for the both of them while she waited (sometimes it’s tea, other times it’s hot chocolate, or coffee, she’s surprisingly good at figuring out just what mothfriend needs in these moments).

While they drink, they talk. And, through these chats, he learns that the lady (“Call me Gran, dear.”) had a wife and child, the former of which passed away peacefully in her sleep almost a decade ago. Her child on the other hand?? Was captured and presumably killed by “religious fanatics” when he was young. Almost half a century later she still has no idea what happened to him.

He decides not to tell her about the Order.

One day, a couple of months into his stay, she tells him to help her clean out the spare room in the cottage, since he “may as well have somewhere proper to sleep, can’t have your back giving out before mine!! That couch does you no good.”

It’s at this point mothfriend begins to worry about possibly trying to replace Gran’s lost child, and when he brings it up during one of their post wood chopping conversations, she just laughs, and tells him,

“Dear, just because I’m letting more people into my life, it doesn’t mean I’ve gotta kick anyone else out!! This ain’t a hotel, hon. My heart’s got unlimited space. Once you’re in here,” she pats herself on the chest, “Y’ain’t leavin’.”

After a few years, Gran’s health starts to deteriorate. A few years after that, she passes away, bedridden, with Mothfriend holding onto her hand.

Before she goes, she tells him, “I’m glad you escaped those evil sons a’ bitches dear. Never woulda’ met my favourite grandson otherwise.”

He never finds out how she knew, and surprisingly, it doesn’t bother him.

A year later, an injured god (though he doesn’t know that) shows up on his doorstep