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hedgehog-moss · 3 months ago

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Welcome to the great donkey contest of 2024

I must confess that I, once again, forgot the date of the yearly donkey contest, so I had to leave early (I had a restaurant reservation in another town) and have no idea what was the jury's verdict on each of these donkeys. Therefore, you are the jury. It will be heartbreaking, but I will ask you to vote at the end of the post, setting aside the known fact that all donkeys are the best donkey.

There were Poitou donkeys, Berry donkeys, Bourbonnais donkeys, Provence donkeys, Andalusian donkeys, and common donkeys who seemed to have no distinguishing features other than being acceptably donkey-shaped. I can't possibly post all my photos, so I have chosen 4 noteworthy contestants (or 3 and half, one is very small) for you to vote on. I'll add that I only stayed long enough to watch 2 donkeys demonstrate their skills, so in a spirit of fairness I will not mention anyone's job. You won't be voting based on how good they are doing their specific donkey job but on how good they are at being a donkey.

Donkey #1 — CHEWBACCA.

Chewbacca is big, and he has ears. These are his most salient characteristics. Each one of his ears looks like a separate fluffy ferret-sized mammal attached to his head, gently twitching or napping. Chewbacca's hooves are the diameter of a medium pizza and he looks very formidable but he is extremely kind. I know the most pressing question is "Can I scritch Chewbacca's ears?" and the answer is yes, but then he will immediately appoint you ear-scritcher in chief and will look very sad when you walk away to meet other donkeys.

Chewbacca's ears on their own could be enough to let him win Hairiest Donkey in any contest—but he is mixed breed, and there were purebred baudets du Poitou in attendance. Their entire identity is "the hairy one", and giving the Hairiest trophy to another donkey would result in massive spread of existentialism among Poitou donkeys.

(He is not a contestant, as I didn't have time to get a good aperçu of his personality.)

(Same for this shiny black donkey, pictured here canoodling with a Poitou lady—unfortunately I don't have photos of him in motion, but believe me when I say he was the glossiest donkey I've ever seen. When walking or trotting he shone in the sun like a freshly-polished dress shoe.)

Back to our contest.

Donkey #2 — UGOLIN.

Ugolin (who seems to go by "Glin") is a shaggy, gangly teenage boy whose main characteristic is being utterly love-starved. Left unattended, Ugolin would wander about the donkey contest, stopping in front of every child or adult he encountered, hoping someone would love him.

I was initially the only human Ugolin did not want cuddles from, because he was scared of Pandolf and seemed to think of me as his minion. Then I tied Pandolf to a tree and crouched down a few metres away from Glin, unsure if I had a chance now—and after hesitating for about 2 seconds he came over to kiss my forehead. My friend was so touched by this moment that she (somehow) got her phone to turn her photo into an impressionist painting.

"Can I scritch Glin's ears?" Yes. He is desperate for someone to pet his ears.

Donkey #3

—no, sorry, it's Ugolin again. It's very hard to get rid of him.

Donkey #3 — THE BABY.

The baby has no name. The baby has no skills. The baby is not good at anything other than being tiny enough to walk under her mum's belly. In the absence of any other qualifications she was happy to show off what is possibly the most low-effort limbo dance in the world.

"Can I scritch the baby's ears?" No. Big point against her, here. She will, however, come over if you say "awww le petit ânon <3" and let you pet her tiny nose. (More nose photos in this post if you missed it)

Donkey #ah no wait here's Ugolin again

He actually overcame his intense fear of Pandolf to come trap us in his forcefield of infinite neediness! I'm proud of him.

Donkey #4 — MYRTILLE.

Myrtille is in her mid-thirties, and did not come to the donkey fair to demonstrate any particular skills or be admired by us, but because she likes to meet new donkeys. She was not tethered to the rope and yet did not wander around to mingle with humans like other untied donkeys did; she shuffled from one end of the rope to the other like a friendly pensioner at a continental breakfast buffet, making small talk with everyone. It was hard to approach Myrtille (as a human) without feeling like a third wheel.

I don't mean to gossip, but she spent quite a while flirting with the glossy black donkey.

I love her. She's my favourite. I was not able to pet her or take a good close-up photo of her but that's okay. Myrtille is like a tempting rollercoaster at an amusement park that you are barred from by the sign that says "You must have ears THIS long to go any farther." I wish her only good things.

#crawling along #i dedicate this post to my barn owl friend who has been patiently waiting for it for years #sorry for the delay this took so long to write!! well it mostly took me a while to pick the 4 contestants #and sorry for how long the post is. you understand now why i had to drastically reduce the number of contestants #i love them all but i have a soft spot for old ladies and animals who just do their own thing<3

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dixons-sunshine · 4 months ago

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The sound of muffled cries filled Daryl's ears. He stopped in his tracks and cocked his head to the side, trying to find the source of the sound he was hearing. He soon discovered that it was coming from Dale's RV, and against his better judgement, he walked up the steps and opened the door, hoping to figure out who was crying. However, he stopped in his tracks when he figured out who those cries belonged to.

They belonged to you.

The sound of feet shuffling caught your attention. You quickly wiped at the tears that fell from your eyes, hoping that you could shield your true emotions from the person's gaze, but you knew it would be to no avail. You simply sniffled and looked up, prepared to tell whoever that had entered to please leave you alone. However, your words got caught in your throat when you saw it was Daryl.

Daryl's cerulean eyes locked with your own eyes. He was awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs. He wasn't entirely sure what he had expected to do once he had found out who was crying in the RV. However, although his brother's voice rang through his mind, reminding him that “chicks crying was an automatic no” and that he should run, a strange feeling overcame him.

He wanted to kill whoever was causing you so much pain. Even though he logically knew that you could've been crying because of something else, something told him that it was your boyfriend, that Shane prick that made you cry like this.

“Ya alrigh'?” He mentally kicked himself for starting with that. You obviously weren't okay. He felt like a perfect moron.

You chuckled bitterly and shook your head. “Yep, I'm just peachy,” you told him with a fake smile. “But I'll be fine. Don't need you to worry about me. Go and do... whatever it is you do.”

Daryl knew that was your way of telling him to get lost. He didn't blame you; your last interaction with him hadn't exactly been all sunshines and rainbows. The two of you had formed a friendship that was blossoming rather beautifully, but then he had snapped at you, and he didn't blame you for not wanting him to pry into your life after that. However, he couldn't stop himself from saying what he said next.

“Want me to kill 'im?”

You looked up at him with confusion clear on your features. However, you quickly realized what he meant, and you decided to play along with the joke—what you didn't know was if you really wanted him to, he'd go through with it. “Please, or else I will. I can't have a murder charge on my record. How will I find a job?”

Daryl chuckled at your joke and shrugged. “I dun' mind takin' the fall, as long as ya visit me in prison.” He took a few steps further into the RV, getting closer to you with each step. “But seriously, what'd he do this time?”

“Lori's pregnant.”

Daryl didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out what you meant by that. He was painfully aware of the fact that Deputy Dick—as Merle had so affectionately nicknamed him—hadn't been able to keep it in his pants, and so were you, Shane's actual girlfriend. Daryl couldn't explain it, but the urge to stab Shane for doing that to you was strong.

“And,” you began, snapping him from his train of thought. “I finally broke up with him. I'm mostly relieved, but I'm also... I don't know. I mean, I dedicated four years of my life to this man. I didn't expect it to end like this. Hell, I didn't expect it would end at all. We had our fights, but I never once thought he'd do this to me. And now he got another woman pregnant, and I don't even know if Rick knows. If he doesn't, how do I possibly break this news to him?”

Daryl didn't know how to respond to that. He hadn't expected to have all of that dumped onto him. Feelings and comforting had never been his strong suits, so he didn't know how to make you feel better.

You laughed bitterly and shook your head. “I'm sorry for dumping all of that on you. Just forget I said anything.”

No, he wouldn't have any of that. He may not be able to comfort you, but maybe he could distract you. And after seeing the flowers in the vase on the counter, he knew exactly how.

“Ya know that Merle was really into flowers when we were younger?”

You scoffed in disbelief, but when you saw he was being serious, your eyes widened in disbelief and a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. “Seriously?”

Daryl nodded. “I didn't know 'bout this until he was high one night. We were out on a huntin' trip and he had his nose all covered in some drug. He had jus' had a bad encounter with a boar he didn't kill properly. I was cookin' up some squirrel stew when Merle pointed out to a bunch'a flowers in the distance. “Do ya know what daisies represent?” he had asked me, real serious, too. Of course, I didn't know, so he told me, “They represent innocence, purity, but above all else? They represent new beginnings. We're gon' grab the bull by the horns and take the world by storm, lil' brother. They ain't ready for us Dixons, that's for sure.” Yeah, that was bullshit. Ain't much of our lives that changed.” Daryl cut himself off before he could ramble any more.

You smiled at him, your heart fluttering at the sight of his shyness. Was it just you, or was Daryl kind of stunning? “Daisies really represent that?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. I looked it up. It actually does. M'surprised Merle knew that, though, but I didn't bring it up. Merle would just deny it and give me one hell of a beatin' if I did.” Daryl took a flower from the vase—a daisy—and extended it towards you. “What m'trynna say with that whole story s'that the situation with Shane and Lori definitely sucks, but ya can't let it get ya down. Be like a daisy. S'yer opportunity to start fresh. S'yer new beginnin'. Dun' let this be yer setback.”

A few beats of silence passed. Daryl was beginning to think that he had overstepped his boundaries, and he was about to pull back, mumble a “sorry” and hightail it out of there. However, you finally took the flower from him and sent him a small smile.

“That's actually kind of wise. Thank you.”

Daryl shrugged and took a few steps back. “Ain't nothin'.”

“Whatever you say,” you told him with a small smirk. It soon turned into a more genuine smile, however, when you glanced down at the daisy in your hand. “I needed that. Just... thank you.”

A moment of silence passed before Daryl spoke up with his usual nonchalant demeanour. “Yeah, yeah. No need to get all mushy 'bout it. Jus' can't have ya mopin' 'round camp and bringin' the mood down.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “There's the Daryl I know.”

And for some reason, as you looked up at him, you realized that you wouldn't want Daryl any other way.

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magerightsmagefights · 10 months ago

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I know people tend to forget Wyll a lot in this fandom (I wonder why. What Could Possibly Be Different. Can you spot the difference?/s) but I'm genuinely surprised at the lack of Durge x Wyll content. Especially if you're going Redeemed, there's that inherent flavor of "My lover cannot know the truth, I am horrible and they would hate me, they would be correct to hate me." And with Wyll it's just... so juicy, he's so pure and shining, and Durge is so filled with filth and misery that there's barely a person left underneath.

Idk, as a femme romance reader I've spent so many years reading the "love redeems" arc where a FMC plays beauty to an MMC beast, in every genre, medium, budget, etc. I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum, but beauty and the beast as a story structure has never done it for me.

until it's reversed, apparently, because Wyll as the beauty to Durge's beast needs to be injected directly into my veins like yesterday. All the other companions are good and sweet, don't get me wrong, but their reactions are coded like 'i accept you,' where Wyll to me comes off much more as 'we will heal you.' He doesn't have any funny little quips about you trying to bite him, no innuendos, no "I Will Put You Down" a la Laezel, he's just... so good, and he believes in your inherent goodness, he so easily sees "you" and "your urges" as wholly seperate entities he would step between if he could.

Speaking of which!! The coronation scene, when everyone finds out you're Bhaalspawn? I never see anyone talking about Wyll's reaction compared to other companions getting angry (even Dark Shadowheart will yell at you) because Wyll seems to be the ONLY PERSON who immediately separates you(the person he knows) from you(the person you used to be). Astarion isn't angry, he even appreciates your scheme freeing him from Cazador, but he also kinda falls into the whole "I will talk to you as if you are the exact same person who did these things, this is Your True Nature and I feel positive about it."

Wyll's reaction feels like the only one saying "You WERE that," instead of "You ARE that." It also feels like the only one that kinda-sorta acknowledges Durge's actual amnesia, because he doesn't treat this revelation like a betrayal the way the other "good" companions do. They be saying "The real evil was hiding within our ranks all along" like wym hiding? Durge didn't know either, how tf they supposed to tell you?

Wyll doesn't even blink. Once he knows what you are, his No.1 priority is reassuring YOU about it. The fact you're Bhaalspawn isn't a betrayal; it's a Horrible Burden and he's sorry you have to bear it, but there have been others like you who were good, who overcame, and your blood isn't who you are. His first instinct is to offer hope, to reassure you that there's a way out, he believes so hard that your urges are a defeatable enemy and he's ready to fight them with you.

(I also fall into the Durge And Gortash Fucked camp, and I cannot overstate the tastiness of Durge waltzing into the coronation of their ex, the Worst Man Alive, while bringing along their new boyfriend, the Best Man Alive)

Idk, I've just never engaged in a romance where I played the part of the Beast. As much as people rag on pure, princely archetypes, I don't actually see them that often. I genuinely don't remember the last time I read/saw a male lead behave like Wyll, but I've seen plenty of Astarions, Fenrises, Rhysands, etc. Romance loves a fixable MMC, but so rarely an MMC who wants to do the fixing.

Anyway. Justice for Wyll or whatever. I can only cross my fingers that future DLC will include more romance content, because we all deserve to have a Beauty for our Beast sometimes.

#bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate spoilers #the dark urge #bg3 durge #durge bg3 #wyll ravengard #wyll x durge #bg3 wyll #baldurs gate wyll #durgewyll

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robby-bobby-tommy · 5 months ago

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there are so much interesting thematical similarities between characters of one family/clan in mdzs.

Like the Nies (the only two characters we know of) are ruthless and they all are bound by the undying desire of revenge. Nie Mingjue waited for God knows how long to take down When Rouhan and later even overcame death to get to Jin Guangyao. Nie Huaisang waited for a whole decade to find his brother's corpse and made a very complicated plot to avenge him. They both weren't afraid to get their hands dirty to get what they want. NMJ killed countless of Wen soldiers, and NHS is responsible for MXY's death, all the deaths in Mo Village, probably for Qin Su's death (tho indirectly). And that's just what I can remember. Anyway, they're shared theme is rage (be it quiet or explosive) and revenge.

The Lans, I think, have this shared passion and undying loyalty. LWJ is pretty obvious. Despite how much everyone hated WWX, despite his clan and family being against him, LWJ never stopped believing in WWX. He even went against his teacher/parental figure/uncle to protect his love. That's the dedication right there. And even when WWX got resurrected (thx NHS) LWJ was prepared to die in the Burial ground (if I didn't mess up the location) with WWX. And he isn't the only one in his family/clan.

Like father like son, Lan papa went against all that he knew to protect the woman he loved so much. Even if it meant he had to spend all his life in seclusion, probably never seeing his sons and the outside world, he was prepared to sacrifice everything for Madame Lan.

LCX was also ready to put his everything on the line for JGY. He was constantly supporting JGY, protecting him from harm (mostly from NMJ), and still giving him a benefit of the doubt after all the crazy stuff was revealed. LXC actually makes me terribly sad, because he was PREPARED TO DIE WITH JGY. HE WAS PREPARED TO USE QI DEVIATING MUSIC ON HIMSELF TO PROVE JGY'S INNOCENCE/FIND OUT TRUTH. WHY MUST HE BE USED SO MUCH BY THE PEOPLE HE CARES THE MOST? (Sorry, I'm still heartbroken) Anyways, he isn't an exception to the rule. But he certainly is the most heartbreaking one for sure.

Even Su She, who was only a student in the clan and isn't connected to the family, he was very loyal to JGY, putting his own life on the line multiple times and getting his hands dirty with no questions asked. Su She wasn't the most brave one when he was young, but his devotion literally made him go against the most powerful fierce corpse. No matter how much he wanted to distance himself from Lan clan, he can't escape the loyalty curse of Gusu™.

The trickiest one is Lan Qiren, cuz he doesn't really show very much affection towards anyone/anything. But I feel like his devotion lies with his family or the rules. Despite being super strict, he tries to get LWJ return to Cloud Recesses to protect him from other clans. (The funniest part is that "lets go back to Gusu" never works). Also LQR's and LXC's little interaction in the conference about Wens in donghua made me smile sm, it was so sweet. The funniest part is that he's always whiny, but will cave in for his loved ones. I literally have no proof of him being loyal to his family, but MXTX's own words in an artbook I believe??

I am not really sure about Yunmeng Jiang or Lanling Jin clans, cuz they don't really have so obvious similarities. Lanling Jin's similarity is being connected to JGS, which is not so unique in mdzs. And Yunmeng Jiang is probably having family issues.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #nie bros #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan qiren #su she #gusu lan #qinghe nie #i just really love noticing these little things #it's so cool how very different characters can have something so similar #also more lighthearted similarity between every character in mdzs that their parents are either dead or absent #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation

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nikitaxlee · 1 year ago

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All Yours?/ Possessive/Obsessive Felix X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Obsessive/Jealous/Possessive Felix, Smut, kinky sex, Mentions of murder. Light breeding.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Please feel free to request anything for I am new and need ideas.

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You were plagued on felix's mind 24/7. He constantly thought about you, and was inextricably obsessed with you. "Fuck, baby, just like that. Right there- Holy shit, Fuck I'm cumming all over those pretty tits."

Felix had his phone in his right hand as he jerked himself off to a picture on your Instagram. You had a nice top with a lower neckline but not to much. You had tagged Felix due to the fact he had taken the photo. How could he not jump at the chance to have a photo of you. Especially in moments like this when he craved sweet release.

"Shit, Mommy, I can't, I fucking can't hold out any longer, I-I Need it I need you, baby." Finally he released his load all over his hand and phone.

As he came down from his high, Post-nut clarity hit him hard. He realized he had a date with you this afternoon and needed to shower and get ready. He put on an nice white, linen button up, unbuttoning the first few buttons enough to show his defined collarbone. He grabbed his phone, which he had cleaned off, and wallet and walked out the door to his car.

As he drove to the cafe he played one of your playlists while imagining blowing your back out to one of them. As he arrived to the cafe he noticed your undeniable beauty sitting at a table with a guy.

Wait... With a guy? That couldn't be right. Felix was the only guy who could speak to you. Make you smile. And even just look at your sexy features. Felix rushed to the scene. 'I'm about to kill this fucking asshole, who the fuck does he think he is? He should know a pretty girl like my Y/N is taken.'

"Y/N? Ready to go?"

"Oh! Hey babe! Meet Salomon, he's from Australia as well! Brisbane actually!" You said as you shot Salomon a smile.

"Oh, cool. That's really cool. But we should go now. We have a date planned." Felix said as he gave Salomon a fake sincere smile.

'I don't know how much I can fucking take before I snap.'

"Bye Salomon! I'll talk to you later." You said as you waved goodbye.

Later. What the fuck does she mean by later. There is no later.

And you too continued walking

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4 Hours later

Felix walked into the scene of you sitting on the couch tapping away on your fun happily. He enjoyed seeing you smile in his presence. He wanted you to be happy with him all the time.

"Whatcha doing babe, Playing a game?" Asked Felix.

"Yeah, Something like that."

Felix went to cook dinner for the 2 of you to finish up such a wonderful day. He heard you giggle in the next room over. Then he heard it again, then again, and once more, again. He finally decided to check on you to see what was so funny. He silently crept up from behind in hopes he could see what you were doing

He noticed you were texting someone and at first he thought it was one of your friends. Until he noticed the contact name.

'Salomon <3'

He snatched your phone out of your hands as rage overcame him. "What the fuck Y/N, What makes you think you can just go about texting another man when you have a boyfriend right here that would love to talk to you." He sounded genuinely hurt and offended that you would even think about another man around him. So you felt bad.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you would be so offended, I was just bonding with-"

"NO, this is our time together." With that he grabbed by the neck and pulled you in to kiss him. The kiss hushed some of his terrible thoughts about killing Salomon but he could still feel the jealousy.

Felix laid you down onto the couch as he took off the tanktop he was wearing. He let out a deep whimper as you caressed his abs.

"Mhm- Fuckkk please touch me Y/N, Show me your mine, Show me I can put a baby in you. Show me I can fuck you better than he would ever. Show me I'm all yours."

You slipped your hand into his pants as you felt him up. You moaned as you felt his cock pulsing waiting to be used.

"Baby, please, I can't wait. Let me just put it in, Let me fuck a baby into you so everybody knows I'm yours as you are mine. So Salomon knows he will NEVER get you as long as I'm around."

You nodded as he pulled down his sweats and boxers and started jerking off his cock. He honestly felt bad he didn't eat you out or at least finger you, but this was you punishment for even thinking of another guy.

As he pushed in, inch by inch, you let out a high pitched moan. He started fucking deep and slow.

"Yes babe, yes take it. Take it all. Suck up all my cum with that tight, needy hole. I want you to be pregnant by the end of this month."

He picked up the pace and kept waves of pleasure moving through you. He know every nook and cranny, every spot, every detail, and he knew that he would make you cum harder than any other bastard that even dared to try. But he knew they wouldn't, because they'd be dead. As you moaned his name you felt him pulse inside of you cueing he was cumming. Suddenly he slammed his hand onto the end of the couch and pounded you.

"Cum, Cum for me, cum so fuckin- ahhh, yes, yes, yes"

He moaned as he released inside of you causing you to orgasm. As you both came down from your high. Felix gave you a deep, passionate kiss before saying, "Mine."

He carried you up to the shower before running it for you and hopping in.

"Y/N, You know I love you so much and I'm serious about putting a baby in you."

"Slow your roll pretty boy, You need to marry me first."

"I guess I will then."

#felix smut #obsessive felix #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #stray kids #lee felix

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stephaniebrownslover · 6 months ago

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HI HI HI I'M FROM FBI AND I MUST TAKE YOU TO JAIL FOR BEING AN AMAZING WRITER-

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It was really a bad entrance but WHO CARES???

I came to place 'cause I want to learn Creepypasta's close friends/friends in your main AU, really I don't know why I feel so curious for this..

UM I THINK THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ASS POST, SO I'M SORRY IF I WILL MAKE YOU TIRED OR SOMETHING-

Have a good day/night sweet person <333333

HIIIIIIII LOVELY PERSON AND DON'T TAKE ME TO JAIL PLS, I CAN'T GO BACK THERE!!!!!!

NOOOOOOO IT WAS CUTE DON'T WORRY WHATEVER ANYONE THINK BECAUSE I LIKED IT REALLY

Omg I'm about to cry. Amazing writer???? You guys really want to give me a heart attack. I got so excited whenever someone asks me something and you can't even guess what I feel when someone says they like my writing.

I think you asked this because of that relationship chart but I also want to assume you read some of my posts because I always end them with saying "long ass post" lol

And my AU is mostly a BFF universe and lol don't worry you're not making me tired or something and I'm more than happy to write for your request!!

AND HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT SWEETEST PERSON<333333

Ps: If you guys need elaboration on any of this friendships, let me know so that I can make a short post about it!

Also I want to apologize for the delay but I had no energy or motivation because of my upcoming finals. I wanted to write for the other 13 normal friends but I didn't want to postpone this request more. So I apologize for lack of writing!

It may seem short but actually this is almost my longest work for this AU

Frindships in my main AU

Year: 2014

Close friends

Toby and (Eyeless) Jack: In general, it can be said that they have a close relationship. If Toby is still conscious when he is injured, he refuses to go to another medic that is not Jack, and although it is actually a bit dangerous situation, Jack likes it. Jack generally listens to Toby's conversation about the newest topic of his interest and asks him what he is curious about. Toby often visits Jack's cabin because he really likes his company and knows that Jack is very lonely and doesn't want that. Jack shouldn't be alone unless he it is necessary. And Toby is volunteered for this. Despite the occasional arguments, they have a really friendly and close friendship relation.

Jeff and (Eyeless) Jack: They have a one-sided close friendship, mostly in the form of Jeff seeing Jack as a close friend to himself. Of course, they're friends, and they hang out and talk together sometimes, but if it's up to Jack, Jeff is just an annoying friend to him. Jeff, on the other hand, considers Jack as one of his closest friends. Despite the fact that he made fun of him countless times. However, Jeff never makes fun of Jack's past because he knows his limits and truly respects the eyeless demon.

Ben and Jeff: Close friends that causes a terrible headache. Together they are determined to make everyone else crazy, and everyone hates their relationship. They constantly play games, make fun of each other and others, talk about silly topics and do a ton of other stupid things. Actually, even though Jeff is 20 years old and Ben is 12 years old, Ben generally has a mixation of adult and child mentality, and they can get along because Jeff's own mind is normally like that. Even though it sometimes doesn't seem like it from the outside, they really value each other as friends. Still, it's better if they're not friends.

Sally and Ben: Sally was a pretty angry ghost at first, and that's why, unlike Ben, she was acting younger than her own age, 13. When Ben came to the mansion, she refused to talk to him because she did not want the attention to shift from herself. However, Ben did not give up on his goal to talk to her, and eventually Sally overcame her hatred for him. They're pretty good friends now, and even though Ben is the younger one, he's being incredibly protective of Sally in general. When Ben sees something nice, he takes it and gives it to Sally, and Sally makes gifts for him with her own hands. It's a relationship that Slenderman approves of because he thinks it's good for Sally.

Ann and Dina: Actually, they don't really have a friendship at all. Dina hates Ann, and Ann believes that they are the closest friends. And she thinks that the reason Dina attacks her every chance she sees is because of a big mistake Ann made, and since Dina has a forgiving mindset anyway, Ann doesn't mind dealing with her. The reason Ann believes this was because Dina, who thought Ann was still alive when she came back to life, tried to help, but when Dina found out that she was a zombie, she hated Ann because of her hatred towards supernatural things. Ann thinks that she is someone from her previous life that she does not remember, except for medical information.

Jane and Liu: Jane actually never hated Liu. She even felt sorry for him. Moreover, since she thought that the right to revenge belonged most to Liu, but she still wanted it for herself, they made a deal. The first person who found Jeff was going to kill him. Their relationship, which began when Liu visited Jane in the hospital and told her what had happened, was strengthened by their desire for revenge and eventually turned into a real friendship. Liu is a writer known by an anonymous name, and Jane is a secret agent working for the government. Since they both want to stay hidden from the public eye, they can easily understand each other, this is their common denominator. In fact, Liu is one of Jane's few friends.

Tim and Brian: They don't have exactly a friendship anymore like they used to. It's more that they have a relationship like two lonely souls who understand each other in endless suffering and do their best to alleviate this pain, with understanding each other. Even though too many events have come between them to allow them to be friends again, they have managed to overcome it. It's just that their new life doesn't allow them to have fun the way they used to. However, this does not mean they are completely unhappy, they feel peace from each other's partnership, and Tim, in particular, is ready to sacrifice everything for his last remaining friend Brian. They understand each other better than anyone since they are on of the few of the proxies who still have their memory.

Nina and Clockwork: They have a pretty good relationship that started with Clockwork helping Nina out of pity, and then developed with Nina not letting Clockwork go because of her dream of having a girlfriend for the first time. Their relationship is quite intimate and sincere. They really care about each other, and although Clockwork has trained Nina in self-defense, she still instinctively tries to protect Nina in every dangerous situation. They are both each other's first girlfriends as people who have only been bullied by other girls before, and therefore there is a special bond between them. Even though Nina sometimes bores Clockwork with her excessive energy, the bond between them is too strong to be deconstructed by such things.

Nina and Toby: Nina actually met Toby through Clockwork and immediately felt close to him. On the other hand, although Toby was quite cold to her at first despite Clockwork's words to be nice, Nina managed to melt the ice of Toby's heart over time. They definitely have a very chaotic relationship, and when the two of them get together, it becomes a complete nightmare for other people. Especially during the manic periods when Toby's energy is high. Nevertheless, Nina, who knows that this period is dangerous, and tries to distract them both with activities that will not harm Toby. Toby then brings her random beautiful items he found from the forest as a thank you. Nina has a growing collection of fancy stones.

Kate and Toby: Since Toby is the first person who doesn't act like a monster to Kate, Toby is the person Kate feels closest to as a friend. In fact, they have a twin siblings style relationship more than a friend relationship, they hate each other, but actually care about each other quite a lot. Toby is constantly makes fun of Kate, and Kate, who knows that he doesn't feel pain, responds in a way that is not physically extreme. They constantly do arm wrestling tournament challenges and something like this. Kate definitely doesn't let anyone hurt Toby but herself, and Toby is trying to help Kate communicate more people by introducing her to his friends.

Toby and Clockwork: In addition to being two lovers who care about each other more than anything, they are also each other's first friends, and they met even before everything. Both lovers and best friends. From time to time, they may be jealous of each other from others, and then they can make a top 10 celebrity list that they would like to date together. Toby always puts Clockwork at the top of this list, and Clockwork also says that she's not a celebrity, but actually she finds it very stupid and cute. They spend time together in a friendly way, except for romantic affairs, because they are not only lovers, but also friends to death.

Toby and Cody: Although Cody is only 17 years old, he is mentally able to adapt to Toby, who is 19 years old wonderfully. Cody's intense love of science combined with Toby's endless curiosity are not very pleasant things, but Cody incredibly enjoys teaching him. Cody is happy that he has finally found someone who listens to what others consider impossible nonsense and really tries to understand, even if Toby does stupid things. And Toby is happy that he can show off to everyone what a smart friend he has. Also, when Cody first arrived, Slenderman gave Toby the task of observing Cody. They have more of a two stupid brother-style relationship.

Cody and Ann: Although it's a relationship that seems surprising, there's a solid foundation of respect between the two of them. Ann found Cody annoying at first, but later decided to keep him with her because his being so curious evoked strange feelings in her. She thinks that these feelings belong to her previous life, and she thinks that a child with whom she feels close can help her remember her past. At the same time, Cody is Ann's assistant, and Ann taught him important medical knowledge. Cody and Ann understand each other and know how to respect the other person's boundaries. Besides, it's nice to have a silent partner once in a while.

Zero and Dina: Although they are two people who met through Helen and Puppeteer and their personalities are quite opposite to each other, they usually get along well. In fact, they can almost be called better friends than Helen and Jonathan. One of Dina's few friends is surprisingly Zero, even if their personalities don't match up much. Zero is constantly chasing after Dina and dragging her from there to there. Dina, on the other hand, enjoys it because Zero is the person who cares about her the most after her lover Helen. Even though they do the activities that Dina likes from time to time, they usually do Zero's suggestions since Dina fits into almost every plan. Zero is an extremely rip-roaring person, and Dina is usually a calm person, but they get along well.

Zero and Clockwork: It could literally be the most dangerous and crazy relationship in the world. When the two of them get together, something definitely goes wrong for someone. Even Toby and Nina are afraid of the relationship of those two. They tried kissing once before when they were drunk. Even if it doesn't look like it, they both really care about each other. Although their personalities are compatible, no one knows how two such difficult people met and Clockwork and Zero are determined to keep it a private secret between them. They are also among the few people who know each other's real names, and despite this, they use the names they want to be called because of their respect for each other. Truly a terribly chaotic friendship.

Helen and Jonathan: Although others sometimes wonder how they put up with each other, they mostly get along, and that's reason enough for them to be close friends. Helen hasn't been able to get along with anyone except Dina since high school, and Puppeteer is a good exception for him. Even though Jonathan takes incredible pleasure in annoying him. They've even introduced other friends who are the most important to each other, and every now and then the four of them hang out together. Although the two of them have big arguments from time to time, usually the cause of this argument, Jonathan, somehow manages to make amends to Helen. He is lucky that Helen doesn't hold a grudge against his friends.

Rouge and Kate: Although they have a strange relationship, more like Rouge acting like a mother to Kate, Kate prefers to characterize their relationship dynamics as friends. Rouge, on the other hand, puts Kate in the place of her own daughter and acts overprotective and maternal towards her at every chance. Even though such familial love bothers Kate because that makes her feel confused, she knows that Rouge has no bad intentions, so Kate cares and respects her. Also, it makes her feel better to know that Rouge acts like a mother not only to her, but also to Toby. She knows Rouge's real name, but prefers to call her Rouge instead of Heather unless they are alone.

Rouge and Toby: Similarly, Rouge also puts Toby in the place of her own unborn child, and of course Toby likes that she is ready to kick everyone's ass, including Tim, to protect him. It's nice to know that he has his own bodyguard, he just wishes Rouge wouldn't angrily take him to Ann when he's injured since he's old enough to make his own irresponsible decisions. He likens Rouge's attitude to the style of the woman named Connie in the memoir fragments in a way that he doesn't remember exactly why, and in a strange way, a feeling of both love and emptiness occurs in him. However, Toby has a lot of respect and love for Rouge.

Zero and Kagekao: They have a relationship that no one knows why they are friends, but everyone understands why they are friends. They both like a sense of fun that pushes the boundaries to the fullest, and sometimes they go hunting victims together. Since Zero and Kagekao's fashion sense is similar, they also get along better than others in this regard. Both of them are extremely annoying to each other and death threats are flying around, but they definitely wouldn't try to kill the other. After all, they are two cool friends with similar personalities to each other, and no one can be better than them.

Jeff and Nina: Actually, Nina was madly in love with Jeff, but she eventually cooled off from him because of Jeff's bad attitude to her, and they never spoke until Jeff made amends by apologizing on the anniversary of Liu's death. Although Jeff doesn't remember that night, he gets along better with Nina because he's trying to be a less terrible person, and Nina appreciates his effort. Now they have a relationship more like brother and sister, and Jeff is protective of Nina against others, which Nina really likes. The common desire of both of them is that Nina's new girlfriend Kate tries to kill Jeff less. Although they don't usually hang out when Kate is with them, they meet up from time to time and spend time doing random things.

Total: 20

Friends

Jeff and Clockwork

Liu and (Eyeless) Jack

Kate and Clockwork

Lulu and Dina

Lulu and Jeff

Nina and Jane

Nina and Liu

Dina and Jonathan

Mary and Liu

(Laughing) Jack and Jill

(Laughing) Jack and Kagekao

Rouge and Brian

Zero and Jonathan

Total: 13

Sum of all: 33

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winged-cries · 5 months ago

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Hello. I’m a woman of color (Black American) who writes and reads dark fiction. I’m in my mid twenties but all my life I’ve been interested in the macabre and grotesque. Since I was a little girl. But lately I’ve been in this mindset of shame and guilt. Maybe because I know that it’s not normal to want to read or write about those things. I feel embarrassed any time someone asks what I’m reading or writing. I guess what I’m trying to get at is…how do I let these feelings go? I know I’m not harming anyone and it’s just fiction but people can be so judgmental and cruel. Sorry if this is a lot but this has been weighing on me. Thanks and I love your blog.

i'm so sorry that you're going through this, no one should be made to feel shame over something so harmless. which is what you should consider -- what harm are you causing?

it's actually very normal to want to read and write about pretty much anything. i'm not sure what "dark fiction" means for you, but there's no topic that i would ever consider harmful in itself. it's one of the issues i have with this term actually; it's very vague and everyone has different ideas of what would be considered "dark". a lot of people watch violent movies that depict murder but few people would consider them "dark fiction". there are ways of depicting violence that are socially acceptable, but it's not necessarily because they're less harmful than others.

i do think fiction can cause harm in the sense that art both reflects and impacts society, but this is a very nuanced and complex topic, and i absolutely do not believe that there's anything one can't write or read about. i'm sure you agree with me on this though, but still can't help feeling shame and guilt. i used to feel guilty too and i'm not sure how i overcame that. i guess by having this discussion with myself and with others, and by talking openly about my interests (at least online). i remember being a kid and looking up "movies about rape" and "movies with extreme rape scenes". it's pretty disturbing to think about a child doing that but i can honestly say all it ever did was help me.

of course one might be interested in a number of violent or othewise controversial themes without having had any kind of personal experience related to them. it's simply a personal interest and there's nothing wrong with that either. some people like romantic comedies, some prefer rape & revenge. i don't think either of these people are doing any kind of harm, even though i can be critical of both genres (and enjoy them too).

the macabre and the grotesque are part of the human experience. "dark" themes are as much part of life as any other. it's fine to be interested and it's fine to write and read about whatever interests you. my only advice is to respect your own limits, and always be critical of everything you consume, whether or not it's considered "dark", morbid or deviant.

i unfortunately don't have any other advice. i wish i could help you get rid of this shame, but i think it's something only you can do. it's a processs, and it involves self-knowledge and open discussions. i hope you'll get there, as i have, and feel comfortable with your interests and your choices.

like i said before, there is a larger discussion to be had about how fiction impacts us individually and as a society, but i don't think that's relevant here, as it applies to "ligther" themes as much as to whatever is considered "dark", morbid or grotesque.

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shyphonics · 7 months ago

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Salad Days Chapter 5: We Are The One

This chapter is certified 18+™ for smut and light mental health crisis (we've all been there... right?)

I'm sorry if I'm rusty lol. Also, I made a tag list! Let me know if you want in :) this is looking like it's gonna be pretty long.

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It’s your turn for soundcheck now, and… Jesus, you’re actually nervous. It’s been forever since you’ve been nervous.

You’ve played The Strike every week for about a year now, slowly creeping your way from dead Monday shows, to decent Thursday shows, to electric weekend shows.

You’ve worked your ass off to move from the merch table spot in the dark, at the edge of the dance floor, to one of the spots under the lights and the AC unit.

You know every person here, at least by face, and they know you. Either from the band or the bar. Except for Rodrick and his friends, that is.

You’ve never headlined before, though, and something about your first time is making you shaky.

So, here you stand, face to face with yourself in the bathroom mirror. Jessica, your lead guitar, is against the wall, cool as can be in her vinyl pants. She blows out a long puff of smoke, and fluffs out her short, green hair with one hand.

“We’re gonna be fine. It’s like any other night.”

But it’s not like any other night, not to you.

Is it Rodrick? Are you trying to impress him? That’d be really fucking stupid. You don’t do what you do to impress people.

That, and you’re pretty sure he’d be impressed no matter what you do.

But…

You don't quite know what's happening to you, whether it's how good he’d looked on stage, or the feelings that overcame you when that douchebag sucker-punched him.

Maybe it's a combination of both.

On stage, he'd been sexy and self-assured. Playing those drums like it was nothing. Making your heart flutter with a wink and a smile, like you were a dumb lovestruck teenager at her first concert again.

After that guy had hit him… he got vulnerable. He'd looked so sad, defeated almost. Hurt, not just physically, but emotionally. It made you wonder if those two had a history. It made you want to latch onto him and make him all better.

It seems like Rodrick, whether he’s aware of it or not, knows just where to hit to take down your walls.

“We gotta go,” Maureen pops her head into the restroom.

You push your little emotional breakthrough back in and take a deep breath.

This isn't the time for that.

You climb the side steps, as you have a hundred times, and start fighting audio cables until everything looks right.

Pink cord goes from amp to overdrive pedal. Black cord goes from tuning pedal to bass.

Fuck. Is that even right? You don’t know anymore.

Low notes come from your amp, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone else is all set up, and you look around. It’s time.

Soundcheck is quick. Too quick. You adjust your setlist with your foot, and stretch out your fingers.

Eddie pushes his glasses up and gives you a thumbs up.

You just gotta start, and then you’ll be fine.

“Hey fuckers!” Your voice comes out more powerful than you'd expected, “We’re The Shrieks!”

The crowd comes alive. Deep breaths.

The lights are up, the crowd is buzzing and you- wow. You're glowing. You look so confident and fucking cool, all lit up in gold stage lights.

Rodrick watches as you and your bandmates give each other a nod.

A note rings out. A second. A third. A fourth.

The song explodes, and Rodrick’s mouth falls open. You’re hopping, and shaking your hair out, really hyping yourself up.

Then you open your lips. Rodrick is enamored. No high school crush he ever had could compare to how he feels right now. He gives in to the movement of the crowd, and it feels like being in the ocean. Bodies all moving as one.

There’s a smile on his face that just won’t go away. He’s never been to a show quite like this.

He holds on to the front of the stage just to watch you, taking in the absolute power you’re giving off. Trying his best to read your lips and hear every word.

I am the one who brings you the future

I am the one who buries your past

A new species, I come from the ruins

I am the one that was made to last

We are not Jesus (Christ!)

Oh, no, we are not fascist (pigs!)

Oh, no we are not capitalist (industrialists!)

Oh, no, we are not communists

We are the one

The party’s still going, even after everyone has shuffled out and the doors are locked. Mike has commandeered the sound booth and is playing “some shit from the good old days.”

You're up in the storage loft above the stage, wrapping up cables and boxing up mics. You close a tackle box full of neatly rolled cords and notice Rodrick down by the stage.

You sit and just watch him for a minute, trying to figure out if your bathroom mirror crisis was just pre-show jitters.

He looks like he's looking for you, craning his neck around and slowly spinning in place.

He's just such a dork.

You’re not sure if you can even be snarky with him anymore.

It's been a really long time since you had a crush on someone. Especially one like this. You're used to being in control, giving no more of yourself than you want to. For all you know, when you get down there, you'll be giggling like an idiot at his mercy.

Pull yourself together.

“I love this song,” you drop down from the storage loft, hopping off the stage, landing in front of Rodrick. Trying to play it cool.

He jumps when you appear, a smile spreading across his face.

“You were amazing.” He sighs.

“Back at you,” you restrain yourself from grinning.

You're still buzzing with adrenaline, and it spurs you on to try something. You step forward, and clasp your arms behind his neck.

His eyes widen, but after some hesitation, he brings his hands to your waist. The two of you begin to sway, a little uncoordinated, to the music. You look up into his eyes. He looks nervous, but a small smile is beginning to form on his face.

Your giddiness starts to fade away, and you feel a little more in control of yourself.

“Did you go to your prom?” You ask.

“Hell no,” Rodrick scoffs, “Did you?”

“I didn't even graduate,” you laugh, “so no. But it explains why we're kinda bad at this.”

“I don't think we're that bad,” He attempts to spin you. You both break out in a fit of giggles as your back hits his chest and you recenter.

“I wanna do that, like, every weekend forever.” He sighs.

“That's not a hard ask. I can show you some of the other venues when I'm free. You guys will be working the circuit in no time.” You look up at him.

Rodrick’s smile is so genuine. He looks completely content.

The world disappears around you as you get lost in the song, swaying and spinning, staring into each other's eyes. You've never been so glad to have taken a chance on someone.

“How's your lip?” You ask.

“It's okay,”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

You hesitate, then lean upwards, testing the water.

He seems to be thinking the same thing, and he leans down to meet your lips.

The kiss is warm and familiar, all traces of awkwardness are gone. It feels like you know each other. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and pulls away.

“So am I allowed to like you now?” His voice is lower than before. He holds you close to him, one arm tight across your lower back.

“You feel like you could pass a field sobriety test?” You smirk.

“Yeah?” Rodrick raises an eyebrow.

“Okay. You're allowed.”

He laughs, rolling his eyes, and leans in to kiss you again, but you both quickly turn to the sound of someone clearing their throat. It's one of his bandmates, the blonde one. He's avoiding looking at either of you.

“Hey, Rodrick, uh, you two…” He clears his throat again, “The other bands invited us out to eat, and we were gonna go… but it looks like you're busy.”

Rodrick blinks at you, “Are you gonna go?”

“Yeah, let's go. You should get some carbs in you. Soak up all that booze, or you're gonna have a bad morning.” You detach from him, and walk towards the back door.

Your car is parked right next to their van, and Rodrick looks like he's hesitating getting in with his friends. You roll your window down and raise your eyebrow at him.

“Do you… wanna ride with me?”

He looks surprised, “Can I?”

“Yeah, get in.” You lean over and pop the door open, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

He bounces into your passenger seat, beaming.

“You know where to go, right?” You shout into the van. Rodrick’s friends give you a thumbs up.

You roll the window up, and pull out of the parking lot.

Rodrick is drumming on his knees to a song playing in your car. You watch him out of the corner of your eye and smile a little. You think of the day you met him, all pent up energy and rock n roll, baby!

Big, dumb dog.

He moves a hand to your thigh and continues drumming the rhythm. You feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. His eyes are locked on your thigh as it bounces to the beat.

You pull up outside the old Waffle House, and it looks like you're the first to make it.

“Let's wait,” you sigh, leaning back, turning up the music.

His hand stills on your thigh. You close your eyes, honestly exhausted from the show.

His hand moves upward to rest in the crook of your hip, and the corner of your mouth curls up. You turn your head to look at him.

“What're you doin’?”

“Nothing,” he says, trying to sound inconspicuous.

Rodrick’s heart is going a mile a minute. He'd been so confident back at the bar, but here, with you, just you, he’s freaking out a little.

He studies your face in the glow of an orange street light. Your eyes, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He wants every feature burned into his memory forever. His hand is warm against your hip. You put your hand over his and he smiles.

“What, did you get scared or something?” You smirk.

“No…” Rodrick lies.

You kiss him again, and he melts into it. He slips one hand into the back of your hair and pulls you closer. You maneuver over the center console to get in his lap, and he breathes out deeply. The kiss gets messy, like all the energy of the night is coming out between your lips. Your hands are shaking. One rests on Rodrick’s shoulder, the other in his hair, and you make a noise as he bites your lip lightly.

“Sorry, is that okay?” He whispers.

You pull him in, and bite him back harder.

He groans, and his hold on your waist tightens.

He's snaking a hand under the hem of your shirt, when there's a tentative knock on the window. You pull away from each other.

“God dammit!” Rodrick pants.

It's Ward, with a hand over his mouth, feigning being scandalized.

“Oooooooh,” he taunts, when you're both out of the car, “I knew it.”

You roll your eyes, and keep the door open with your foot as the guys pour in. People from the show are everywhere, this is a decently common occurrence. You find a seat between your band and Rodrick’s at the bar. Maureen, your drummer, offers you a fist bump, and leans into your ear.

“He's cute,” she whispers, “did you drive here with him?”

You nod, suppressing a goofy grin.

“Do you think you're gonna…?”

You shrug.

“Up to him,” you whisper back.

The waitress, a blonde with a buzz cut and a face full of piercings, greets you by name, and asks, “Usual?”

Once your orders are in, Rodrick puts his hand securely on your thigh.

“Do you guys come here a lot?”

“Oh yeah, at least every weekend,” you lower your voice, “That's Jeanine, she's our regular. Then Martin and Rosie, who have worked here since the beginning of time. Then there's Carla. She's new. Last weekend, she and Martin were fighting because she kept getting orders wrong.”

He narrows his eyes and looks at each person you point at.

“Do you just come here to eavesdrop?” he asks quietly, suppressing a laugh.

“It's fascinating. Just watch.”

The two of you eat in silence and observe the inner workings of Waffle House.

Rodrick nudges you as Carla scrapes a plate into the trash, and Martin yells, Dammit, Carla! Chunked and covered! Not scattered!

Carla throws her apron to the floor and flips him off with both hands. Fuck you, old man!

“Oh shit,” you whisper.

“Damn,” Rodrick turns to look at you.

As your eyes meet, and the bell on the door jingles aggressively, you can't hold in your laughter anymore.

"He's such an asshole." Rodrick whispers, giggling in disbelief. Does every diner job just suck ass?

"I know, this Waffle House is under a dictatorship," you laugh

You both calm down, and end up just staring at each other.

“Rodrick, I don't wanna be too… forward, but…” you trail off.

His face goes blank.

“Do you wanna… get out of here? With me?”

Rodrick drops his fork, and snatches his tab off the counter.

“Yes,” his voice is feverish.

You follow behind him, and wave goodbye to everyone on your way out.

You'll absolutely get teased for this later on, but who gives a fuck?

Now, I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine

Gotta race some cat to bed

Oh, is there concrete all around?

Or is it in my head?

Rodrick’s hands are on you the moment you shut your front door.

He backs you up against it, bringing his lips to yours once again. His lips creep down to your jaw, then your neck. Then he's on his knees, pushing the hem of your shirt up, kissing your stomach, your hip bones.

Your hands are in his hair, stroking and tugging.

“I don't know what it is about you,” Rodrick murmurs between kisses, “I just knew, I had to…”

“Me too,” you laugh a little, “I'm not usually this easy.”

He grins deviously up at you, undoing your bottoms.

“So you don't bring someone home like this after every show?” He gives your waist a little bite.

“No, god, no,” you chuckle, “this should be too fast, but something about this, you just feel right."

“Why me?” He pauses, looking up at you.

“You're just,” you look down at him. His dark doe eyes drill into yours, plump lips slightly open. You feel his hot breath on you, and it sends a shiver up your spine, “Jesus, you're just fucking hot. And you're not, like, an asshole about it. You could've taken any girl in that bar home tonight.”

“I wanted you,” his lips twitch, and without hesitation, he lifts you up, and sets you back down on your kitchen counter. He plants soft kisses on your thighs, and pauses to look up at you. It makes your head cloudy.

“Can I try something?” His voice is breathy.

You're still recovering from the shock of being lifted like that.

“Yeah,” you say, in slight disbelief, looking down at him.

He plants a kiss on your panties, and then removes them completely. You heartbeat skyrockets.

“I might be kinda bad, but… I've always wanted to try.”

You watch him gaze over your wetness. You truly cannot believe what's happening right now. He looks lustful, but focused, like he's trying to form a plan. Then without warning, he just dives in.

You hadn't expected much from him, but damn, he knows what he's doing. A shocked moan leaves your lips.

Your body feels electric as he snakes his tongue through your folds, finding all the places that make you whimper. He grunts, and you practically feel it reverberate through your whole body. You wrap your legs around his head and pull him closer. His tongue circles your clit and you throw your head back. His plush lips cover so much ground as he gives you a light suck.

“You sure you've never done this before?” Your weak voice teases him.

He pulls away with a pop, making you shudder.

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, “I’ve just thought about it a lot.”

“Well, you're doing fucking great.”

He gives you a sly grin and goes back in.

Your back starts to arch as he flicks, and sucks, and swirls his tongue. Your moans mix with his soft grunts and you realize you're starting to come undone. You grab a handful of his hair and roll your hips.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “I-I’m…”

His eyes flick up to meet yours and that does it. Your body jolts, and you squeeze your eyes shut as an orgasm rattles through you, the counter cool against your body.

He slows his actions, and comes to rest on your thigh again.

When you're recovered, you sit up, and put your hands on his shoulders. You kiss him hard, tasting yourself, and feel a new arousal awaken in you.

“Was that really okay?” His eyes plead with you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You pant, holding his face in your hands, and he looks bashful, “Best I've ever had.”

You hop down from the counter.

“Your turn.”

“Are you sure?” He stutters.

You take him by the hand, and lead him across the small apartment to your bed.

Rodrick’s breath is shaky as he leans against the edge.

“Take your shirt off,” you tell him, and he does.

His eyes are hazy with lust, and he grunts when you kiss him. You run your hands over his chest. The muscles in his core are tight, and you can feel his heartbeat. Hard and fast.

You kneel, and your hands find the tight bulge in his jeans. He bites his lip as you unbuckle his belt and free him from his boxers.

It's a good length, fairly weighty, and he groans when you take it in your hands. You look up into his eyes and lightly roll your tongue over the tip. His knees buckle, and he sits back on your bed. You chuckle and scoot closer, steadying yourself between his legs.

“So… safe to assume you've never done this either?”

You fit him further into your mouth, trying to wet as much as you can.

“One time… almost,” he says, labored, “we were in a car and the cops knocked on the window.”

“Fuckin’ pigs,” you shake your head, then take him in as far as you can get him.

He lets out a long, low noise. You grasp the rest of his length with your hand and pump lightly. His thigh shakes under your other hand as you swirl your tongue.

You catch his eye and come up for air, licking him from base to tip. His eyes roll back, and you laugh.

“Should I keep going, or is this gonna take you out of commission?” You tease.

“Please… keep going,” Rodrick breathes.

His mind is foggy as he feels himself enter your mouth again. He can't even process what he's feeling, all he knows is he never wants it to stop. He doesn't feel in control of his own body. His hands desperately search for a grip on your comforter as you bob your head.

He tries his best to focus, to keep his eyes on you, but he feels something in himself start to slip. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, barely keeping himself up on his elbows. His legs tremble as he feels himself hit your throat and he lets out a long moan.

Then your mouth is gone, and he opens his eyes, desperate for the feeling to come back.

You crawl on top of him and straddle him.

“Scoot back,” you murmur, and he obliges.

You lean down to kiss him, and his hands come to rest gently in your hair.

Something still feels weird in his head. He doesn't think he's drunk anymore, but even the low light of your apartment feels too bright. His ears are ringing, maybe still from the noise of the bar. He feels his heart start to beat out of his chest, and he holds on to you for dear life.

It feels like he's dreaming, but maybe as long as his hands are on you, he'll be okay.

You're saying something. The words don't quite reach him, but he nods anyway. Eager for something to pull him back into reality.

A little voice in the back of his head is hissing. He tries to blow it off, but it's persistent, fighting him.

You don't deserve this.

Fuck his stupid brain. He wants to be present with you. He wants to hold onto every little second of this, keep it forever. It feels like you're far, far away from him, even as he watches you take your shirt off and feels your hips, warm on his.

The ringing in his ears subsides a little as your lips touch his again.

“Let me know if you want to stop, you look a little overwhelmed.” You whisper.

“No,” Rodrick urges, “I never wanna stop,”

You laugh, and start to kiss a trail down his chest.

He sighs into the feeling and closes his eyes.

The fuzz in his head isn't gone, though.

Yet.

It'll go away, he knows it.

He just needs to focus. On you, on how good you're making him feel.

On how good he'd made you feel, he's pretty damn proud of that.

Just stay in the moment.

Please, just stay in the moment.

And now I'm ready to close my eyes

And now I'm ready to close my mind

And now I'm ready to feel your hand

And lose my heart on the burning sand

And now I wanna be your dog

Well, c'mon

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levi501ackerman · 3 months ago

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Steel Heart Chapter 12: Sapphires

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist AO3

Megan's Note: I'm back from vacation and I have about 10 days until fall semester starts! I plan on nonstop writing<3 I'm so excited for whats to come. Angst, Action and Smut! Posted: 8/17/24

Word Count: 4.1k

As you walked with Dame Hange Zoe in the tall field, it was hard to stomach Zeke’s face. It was hard to stomach that Zeke was the traitor. How could Zeke be the traitor? He had been protecting you since he came to Levi’s camp with the letter from Commander Erwin.

You thought of the day when the Marleyan Cult’s mutts attacked the knights and you on the way to Karanese District. After Beauty stumbled over a horse, you and Levi flew off her back. You were left in the grass helpless while the knights were fighting the vicious dogs. You remembered Zeke guarded you with his body. Zeke put himself in between you and three mutts. He was risking his own life to protect yours.

Unlike the Marleyan Cultists in the Karanese District, Zeke had not been capturing you or taking you away from the knights. A tinge of sympathy for Zeke captivated your thoughts. Was Levi going to kill him?

“Hange . . . Levi’s not going to kill Zeke, right?” The pause before Hange’s reply put you on edge. A foreboding feeling rose in you. If Zeke was the traitor, how can we tell who to trust? You missed Sir Zacharius and wished he was healthy so you could be with him. He was vetted through Fairy Godmother Christa and Ymir.

“Levi’s just going to ask Zeke a few questions.”

“He was beating Zeke!”

“Princess Y/N, getting you safely to Mitras Castle is the goal.” You groaned at Hange’s words and stomped your foot. There was a pang of frustration when you noticed tears in your eyes.

“I don’t want to do this! I don’t want to marry Prince Marco. I want my life back! I want to feel safe again!” Another wave of embarrassment overcame you as you realized Hange probably thought you were childish for lashing out your thoughts. If you acted like this in front of Levi, you he would call you a brat. “UGH!” You plopped yourself on the ground and covered your face with your hands.

Hange’s presence came next to you, and you felt a hand on your back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Just know I will always keep you safe. You are safe with me until my very last breath. You must feel scared and overwhelmed—”

“No! I’m sorry for acting like a brat,” you said bitterly, now feeling annoyed with yourself for how you acted. “I don’t know how to explain this . . . but Hange, you’re just very . . . accepting. I feel like . . . like I don't have to be on my best behavior around you . . . like I . . . I don't know how to explain it . . .” You trailed off. For the few times you talked to Hange, they actually talked to you. Being around Hange made you forget about the Marleyan Cult hunting you.

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Princess! You are not a brat.” You emerged from the hands that were hiding yourself to see Hange giving you a friendly smile. A supportive smile. A cute smile. “Cheer up, darling! You don’t want our pet bunny to meet her mom all upset, do ya?”

“No,” you shook your head. Hange stood tall and then offered you a hand. Your frustration melted away as you hopped onto your feet. Something about Hange’s smile makes you want to be around them more.

“Let’s not think about the cult, Levi or Zeke . . . have you thought about a name for our pet bunny?” Hange was scanning the field of grass.

“No, I can’t think of a human name to name it. I know you said no names like Fluffy or Cutie, but those are cute names for a rabbit!” There were dead grass pieces and tiny yellow flowers by your feet. The sun in the west sky went behind a white, puffy cloud. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but feel worried about Zeke.

To you, Zeke was like every other knight. Protective, helpful, and he laid down his life for you. The night when a ward of the Marleyan Cult appeared in front of the Karanese District Headquarters, Zeke helped you escape the burning building with the help of some of Levi’s late comrades. You still didn’t know how the headquarters caught fire or who killed Commander Lobov. Levi thought the traitor killed Commander Lobov, but did Zeke ever personally meet Commander Lobov? He was part of the group of knights that went to eat . . . You figured Zeke didn’t need to personally know Commander Lobov to kill him, but what was his reason for doing so?

“What about Daisy or Luna?”

“Cute names, but I’m not feeling it,” you blankly stared ahead. Even if you saw a bunny, you were not in the mindset to catch it.

“Hmm.”

Your stomach grumbled and Hange’s stew was on your mind. It really was delicious and filling. It was a shorter day of travel, but you felt more tired and hungry. A cloud of smoke was coming from the camp. You hoped the knights were beginning to get dinner prepared. You could barely distinguish the knights moving around the camp from the distance.

“Hange? Do you think we can start heading back?” You pointed in the direction of the smoke. Hange bit the inside of their cheek as they noticed the smoke. After several moments of internally debating whether to head back, Hange agreed.

“ . . . Sure,”

“Do you know what we are going to eat tonight?”

“I’m not making dinner tonight, but I know there’s some beef that we can eat, rice, roasted vegetables—of course . . .”

“Can you tell me more bunny facts?” Hange lit up. They suddenly got a pep in their step.

“Of course I can! Did I already tell you about their vision?”

“No!”

“Then I’ll tell you now! Rabbits have great peripheral vision! They can see nearly three hundred and sixty degrees. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what’s behind you? Like having eyes in the back of your head?”

“Like Levi!”

During dinner, you sat next to Levi, who was eyeing Zeke. He was tied against the tree and blood was sticking to his beard. Three knights were standing around the tree guarding him. A tinge of sympathy spread through your chest. Being next to Captain Levi’s distrusting gaze made you not question whether Zeke was the traitor. Only why? Why did he protect you if he was the traitor?

Earlier, you were hungry and wanted food after a long day. Now your appetite disappeared while being near Zeke’s slacked and beaten body tied to the tree. Did Levi get more information out of Zeke? You forced yourself to eat the rice, beef, and roasted vegetables. Levi had been making you eat nearly two servings of meals, and with Zeke tied to a tree nearby, it was hard to finish the first plate. You wondered if Zeke would have a meal, but it seemed unlikely due to Levi’s scowl toward him.

Dinner was quiet, and there was a sense of awkwardness as if the knights were hesitant to speak in front of Zeke. The crackling of fire and the scrapes of silverware against the plates were heard through the camp. Knights faintly whispered to each other. Across the camp, Dame Hange spoke to one of the knights from their squad. You wished they were next to you talking to you. You knew Hange would add a light-hearted energy during dinner.

Across the campfire, you saw Eren glaring at Zeke, and you remembered he was his half-brother. Though Eren mentioned they were not close, Zeke being a traitor, might have added another wedge between them. There was no distinct way to tell the difference between a member of the Marleyan Cult and a non-cultist.

“Levi? How did you know Zeke was the traitor? How did you know he was from the Marleyan Cult? Was there a tattoo, or did his accent slip, indicating he was from the cult?” Levi looked at his cup filled with steaming tea. He swirled it and thoughtfully paused. The pause was strained and mindful yet with an admitting cluelessness.

“There are no good or bad people—only people with beliefs and those against the beliefs. The Marleyan Cult believes you are the chosen one—the key to their ultimate weapon. Then there’s us who believe you are worth living a long life as Queen. If you were born on the other side, you might have believed some other girl is worth sacrificing on their quarter birthday.”

The following mouthfuls of food were hard to swallow. Levi was lenient on the second plate as long as you finished the first. Later, Levi brought you your nightly cup filled with steaming tea and crushed sleeping pills. You drank the warm tea, and after a while, you started feeling lethargic.

As the dark twilight sky cast over the camp, Eren and two other knights took the next rotation of guarding Zeke. Before walking toward yours and Hange’s shared tent, you glanced at Zeke one last time—the traitor. A sickening thought came to you; you realized Zeke would have to sleep tied to the tree. Do traitors deserve this? Because people are not for your cause . . . do they deserve inhumane treatment? Zeke—

It clicked.

Maybe all at once.

But a thought was planted in your mind, and it sprouted.

Zeke exposed you at the Karanese Headquarters when Zeke, Oluo, Eld, and Gunther were helping you reach the stables.

Were your thoughts betraying you?

When a knight charging into battle knocked you onto the wet cobblestone, Zeke encouraged you to continue to the stables. He roared your name.

Did he have to?

Zeke yelled in front of the Marleyan Cult members, “Princess Y/N! Run!”

Did he mean to?

He made sure the ward attacking Karanese District heard him. Zeke made sure that the cult members knew you were the Princess. After Zeke screamed your title and your name, the cultists turned their attention to you. They captured you and tried to take you. Your heart sank at the connection. While blinking back tears, you felt Zeke's disgusted betrayal, and then your confusion started to fade away.

You clenched your jaw as you entered your tent. Hange’s candle was lit on the table, but Hange was not in the tent. They were still helping some knights pack what they could before the morning. Tomorrow was the day when you and the group of knights were going to travel through Stohess District.

You grabbed your nightgown from your cloth bag and changed. The nights felt like they were getting colder. Zeke stayed on your mind as you crawled into your bed roll and closed your eyes. The blanket was pulled up to your chin and you still shivered.

Another sickening realization occurred as you tried to fall asleep. Your eyelids were heavy and your body was tired, but your restless thoughts kept you awake.

The malicious mutts would not have attacked if you and the knights had not traveled toward the Karanese District. If you had not gone to the Karanese District, then a ward of the Marleyan Cult would not have attacked the Karanese Headquarters. How did all those cult members know you were there?

It was planned . . .

You turned over in your bedroll, feeling frustrated that your brain would not turn off. You wanted not to care anymore, but the grapevine of thoughts wouldn’t stop.

The only reason Levi’s group of knights traveled to Karanese District was because Commander Erwin sent a letter to Captain Levi stating that Trost had a ward of the Marleyan Cult in the city. You recalled Jean, Connie, and Levi discussing the matters of how Commander Erwin reached the Trost District ‘quickly’. You remembered how cautious Levi was about sending messengers off because Levi said he was unsure they were delivered. Another thought occurred: you overheard Hange tell Levi that they were in Trost District where they were supposed to meet with Levi and his group of knights . . .

But according to Commander Erwin’s letter—that was delivered by Zeke—the Marleyan Cult was in Trost. Which is where Dame Hange was with their group of knights . . . You also remembered Hange questioning why Commander Erwin would leave the Castle as if it was highly unlikely for him to do so. With the trust and the length of time Captain Levi and Dame Hange had known each other, you concluded they would believe each other over anyone else.

Though you heard the last part of their conversation in the tent, they must have shared more information that led to Levi piecing together that Zeke is the traitor.

Did Zeke plan on leading the group of knights to Karanese District so that the Marleyan Cult could potentially capture you?

Wait.

Did Zeke know there were going to be the Marleyan’s mutts attacking you, him, and the other knights? What would have happened if the mutts possibly attacked and killed you?

You sat up in your bedroll.

You remembered when a man yelled at other cult members not to hurt you because you had to be healthy for the ritual. Could that be why Zeke shielded you with himself from the mutts the day when the dogs were attacking?

As Hange entered the tent, one last thought made you want to throw up. It made you freeze in your bedroll. You swallowed and felt a drop of sweat slide down your temple. It is true . . . Zeke is the traitor . . . because on that day. That day when the hounds lunged at the knights, the horses, and you . . . even when Zeke was between you and three dogs . . .

The mutts never attacked Zeke.

“Princess, you should be asleep by now,” Hange whispered. You exhaled and slowly laid back into your bedroll. The weight of the realization on your mind and the heaviness of the truth. The acceptance of the truth.

You closed your eyes and did not want to converse with Hange. Though there was a sense of relief that Hange was near you, they would protect you if Zeke broke free and attempted to do anything malicious. You knew Hange would keep you safe.

Hange blew out the candle in the tent and you opened your eyes to Hange walking to the bedroll next to yours. The night before with Hange in the tent, it was more light-hearted, talking about bunnies and them showing you their book. Now, it was heavily clouded with thoughts of Zeke’s betrayal. Were there other traitors—

As Hange undressed themselves, you saw their back muscles again. The tent's darkness masked your rudeness of staring, but you couldn’t look away. With the cold, you had no idea how Hange slept in only underwear; you noticed they weren’t wearing clothes the night before either. Maybe it was because they didn’t like the feeling of the collar of shirts tight around their neck as they shifted in their sleep. You sympathized with your dislike of your nightgown twisting around your body while you shifted in your sleep. Hange removed their eye patch and glasses and crawled into their bedroll.

Fairy Godmothers Christa and Ymir would not answer certain questions you had about your body or romance. They taught you more important things, but they were also your guardians and maybe those topics are meant for others, like friends. Maybe Hange would answer why you wanted to look at their body. Their muscles. You were only curious . . .

The morning ride to Stohess District came too soon. It felt like you didn’t get enough sleep. Your head pounded when Hange woke you up. The daylight was too bright while you packed your bedroll and cloth bag. Even an hour after waking up, your headache remained. The day would be long because the plan was to not stop in Stohess but get supplies and hand Zeke over to the guards in the headquarters.

As you held onto Levi’s waist, you closed your eyes and rested your cheek on his shoulder. Levi kept shimmying his shoulder, trying to keep you awake. The sun shone down on you and the heat added to your fatigue.

“Levi . . . let me rest, please. I didn’t sleep well last night,” you begged.

“You drank all the tea, right?”

“Yeah, I just couldn’t stop thinking about Zeke . . .”

“You won’t need to think about him ever again. He’ll be put in a cell and guarded in Stohess.” The sound of horse hooves galloping on the ground filled your ears. The outer gate of Stohess was closer and the village outside of the gate was growing bigger in sight.

“I also had the longest dream . . . it was weird and I only remember parts of it,” you said and Levi paused for a moment. “It felt like I didn’t sleep at all . . .”

“What was your dream about?”

“I fell through a hole and ended up in a strange place and I had to figure out how to get back to my real life. I met strange people that felt . . . familiar. That’s all I remember.”

“Honestly, I had a weird dream last night too,” Levi said quietly and you stared ahead, waiting for Levi to continue. He did not seem like a person to be interested in or care about dreams. “I had a dream someone turned into a swan and I couldn’t save them.”

“A swan?!” You laughed and smiled. As stoic as Levi was, he was like you, a person who had weird dreams.

“A swan.”

Stohess District did not look like Shiganshina or Karanese District. The street was made of concrete, unlike cobblestone. The architecture was different as well. The district didn’t look like a village but a city. Homes looked like buildings with neatly organized layouts, and tall Italian cypress trees were planted perfectly to complement the view.

There were strips of land with healthy green grass that the citizens didn’t walk on. It was like it was for show. The grass was not overgrown like the grass you have seen between the districts. It was short, healthy, and well-kept.

The citizens of Stohess District didn’t look like Shiganshina or Karanese district citizens, either. Their clothes looked cleaner and better fitting as if they didn’t wear hand-me-downs from older siblings. Stohess citizens wore clothes that looked fitted to them, classier and cleaner. They also had a sense of style. The citizens had accessories to express style, not for convenience.

As you and the group of knights rode through the clean streets, the citizens did not call out to the knights. You caught a few whispers from the citizens, unlike in the Karanese District, where they heckled the knights.

The citizens were not as in awe or interested in the group of knights or you as if they often saw knights in the city. You recalled when Hange said they were in Stohess District before heading to Trost to meet with Levi’s group.

The Stohess District Headquarters building was large and had a dome at the top. It was gated like the Headquarters in Karanese District. Knight Commander Dame Hange rode ahead of the formation. They were the first to enter the steel gates and led the group to the entrance. Twice as many knights as Karanese were guarding the yard of the Stohess District Headquarters. Knowing there were plenty of guards if anything happened gave you a sense of comfort.

The knights on the horses pulling the supply wagon rode toward the front and stopped at the entrance near Hange. A few knights came out of the building and you saw Hange talking to them. You noticed Hange was gesturing with their hands a lot and it seemed like they met the person before.

When Beauty came to a halt, Levi jumped off her and helped you down. Behind you, Jean was getting off his horse and pulling off a blindfolded, gagged, and tied-up Zeke Yeager. Eren and Connie also jumped off their horses, and they strode over to Zeke's side.

“Supply team, follow Sannes to collect the shields! The rest stay with the horses!” Hange ordered, walking through the group of knights. The knights saluted Hange, and a group of knights followed Sannes through the entrance of the Stohess Headquarters.

“You’re staying with Hange while we take Zeke into a cell,” Levi said into your ear. You nodded at Levi, not minding being with Hange. Levi walked to the knights and Zeke and then you strolled over to Hange.

“Hi, Hange,” you caught up with Hange’s walk. You haven’t spoken with them since they woke you up and there was a realization that you missed their presence. “I’m going to stay with you while Levi’s taking care of Zeke . . .”

“Ew, I’m going to have to put up with you?” Hange playfully said and scrunched their nose, feigning disgust. You slapped the armor covering their bicep.

“I’m not gross! More like I’m going to have to put up with you, Dame Hange,” You smiled and locked with Hange’s brown eye behind their glasses. Waiting for their reaction and then suddenly—

“Boop,” they poked your rib through your cloak and the clothes Hange lent you. They turned on their heels, heading toward the entrance of the Stohess District Headquarters.

“Yeah, yeah, and I’m the ten-year-old,” you said, following after them. When you entered the door, you didn’t take in the surroundings of the headquarters' interior. You were too focused on provoking a reaction from Hange. You poked Hange’s armor, and they kept walking. Then you knocked on Hange’s armor, and the deep steel noise rang through the hall you walked through. They kept walking. You gave up when you realized the supply team knights holding heater-shaped shields were staring. Then Hange turned and poked your nose.

“Boop.”

“Ugh!”

Hange approached the man they had been talking to earlier. He was holding a clipboard and counting all the shields leaving the room. As you drew closer, he looked over his clipboard and glanced at you, then Hange.

“I can give thirty-five fireproof sapphire and steel shields, fifteen bows, three hundred arrows, and the last-minute six-inch dagger you requested,” Sannes said. He was an older man, and his patience looked thin. His face killed the playful mood you felt around Hange. You stayed still, trying to look presentable.

“Thank you, Djel Sannes—it was a pleasure working with you,” Hange said. They held their hand out for him, and he didn’t shake it. You furrowed your eyebrows at his unpleasant attitude and demeanor.

“Only did it because Knight Commander Nile Dawk headed off to Mitras Castle, leaving me to handle his work,” Sannes said flatly.

“And we are grateful for your diligent and hasty work,” Hange said, and Sannes eyed you. He stared at you then back at Hange. Sannes had a suspicious look on his face like he was figuring out who you were.

“What is your name?” He asked slowly and you glanced at Hange before replying.

“My name is Y/N . . .” Sannes continued to stare at you then he hummed softly.

“Princess Y/N?” You nodded. Then Sannes lowered his clipboard to his side, not taking his eyes off of you. “I’m sorry about your mother.” You furrowed your eyebrows and then glanced at Hange to see if they understood what Sannes meant. Though his face was apathetic, there was an underlying sound of pity.

“Uh, thank you—wait why?”

“You haven’t heard?” Hange was already looking at you, and they were confused too. “Your mother has fallen quite ill . . . the Queen is on her deathbed.”

Your body was petrified, and you felt confused. You knew you were supposed to care, yet there was little to no sorrow. The Queen—who was your mother—was someone you had never met before. Fairy Godmothers Christa and Ymir didn’t mention your mother or father much, only that they were the Rulers of the Walls. Christa and Ymir were more like parents to you. You haven’t spent much time wondering about the Queen and her King. Then you figured . . . you did want to meet the people who gave birth to you . . .

“Thank you for telling me . . .” Sannes didn’t salute you or kneel; instead he nodded.

“Dame Hange. When they're done, tell your men to head to the dining hall to collect food and more supplies.” Sannes walked past you and Hange. You glanced at Hange and then shrugged at their sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry about your mother, Princess.”

“I’m fine, Hange. I didn’t know her,” your eyes darted away from them and then they wrapped their arms around you. They stroke your back, and for a moment, you forgot to hug back. Then you wrapped your arms around Hange’s waist.

“Cheer up, darling! I have something that will get your mind off your troubles.”

“What . . . ?”

“I have a little gift for you.”

next chapter: Chapter 13: Two Swans

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#attack on titan #hange zoe #hanji zoe #hange fanfics #hange x reader #hange x you #hange x y/n #hange zoe x reader

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shuuuuush · 1 year ago

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Could you write something for aj where he hurts reader during an argument?

NEVER WANTED TO LOSE YOU [Aj Shabeel]

Warnings: angst(ish)

A/N: First Aj request !! Hope I did it some justice, and it was a bit rushed. Sorry 😞

The jingle of keys opened your door, closing itself as a figure walked into your house.

Aj hadn't been home for a week.

And when he was home the past few weeks, he would walk in, get something to eat, and then leave and say he was busy and he had to do something.

You felt as if he never spends time with you. You've haven't even had your first kiss yet, you've been dating for months already.

Aj did mention before that he didn't really like physical contact, but he said he would start trying. You understood and gave him time, but that weeks probably even months ago.

You had to approach him because he needed to know, you can't keep going on like this and not even spending time with your beloved boyfriend. You did love him, that's for sure.

Sitting in the dining room table, you watched as he went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed an energy drink. He started heading to his room until you spoke up.

"Wow, you actually came back." You spoke with fake shock. Being sarcastic right now was the only way to stop you from getting mad at Aj.

"Obviously, this is where I live." He said, turning to face you. You were sitting in the dining room, but you stood up and walked over to him.

"Maybe, but it seems as if you don't live here by the way you're never home."

"Y/N, I'm really tired right now, can you not?" He tries to turn around, but you grab his arm, preventing him from avoiding this conversation.

"Can I not what? We need to address this because it's serious. You're not here. You never spend time with me anymore!"

He sighs, running a hand through his curly hair, "I told you before, I'm busy, I have videos to make, and I don't even have much time to myself."

"Aj, you need to take a break. You can't stress yourself over all this and have no time for yourself. You're human too, you know."

"Babe, you don't know what it's like to have a life like this, so why don't you stay doing what you're doing, and I'm gonna do the same, ok?"

He placed one hand on your shoulder and patted it as if to stop the conversation. Then you opened your mouth about to speak, and he rolled his eyes when you started to speak again.

"I’m tired of being on the sidelines, Aj. Cause I care about you, but you don't really care about me."

"Not everything is about you, Y/N."

"Then everything isn't about you!"

Aj raised his hand and slapped you across the face. His eyes widened at his own actions. He didn't know what overcame him to do it.

And instant regret filled inside his heart as he saw your eyes threatening to spill tears. He didn't mean to, oh no no no, he didn't mean to hit you, it was an accident.

"So this was the physical touch I get after weeks? Yeah, ok, Aj..." Your voice breaks as you run past him, going upstairs to your shared bedroom.

He follows after you just as quick, "Y/N, wait, please, I didn't mean to-"

But he doesn't make it fast enough in time before you shut the door and lock it. Leaning your head against it, as you let out quiet sobs.

You held onto the cheek that still stung from the slap. Aj never touched you, let alone hit you before.

Aj's heart stung like a thousand knives stabbed him. He's never heard you cry before, and to be the reason why you're crying only makes it worse.

His forehead and hands lay on the door in front of him, listening to your quiet cries. He didn't want you to be upset, especially after not seeing you for a while. He didn't want you to have only bad memories of him.

"Babe..." He spoke softly, afraid to that if he spoke any louder you would leave.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, it was an accident."

You cries slowed as you listened to Ajs voice, you wanted to hear him out. You hated jumping to conclusions without knowing all the facts. So you listened.

"I was tired. It was a really long week for me, Niko kept giving me hell. The rest of the guys were on my nerves, and I was just pissed because I needed some rest, but you kept talking and," He sighed, trying to think of the words to say,

"I just didn't realise that you're feeling emotions too, well obviously you do, but I mean, like I didn't take into account your feelings. I never realised that I was needed. Especially by you."

"Sometimes I think you deserve better than someone like me, someone who would treat you better. Better than I have, and I hate thinking that way, but it just ... haunts me, you know?"

You took a deep breath and ran a hand over your face, closing your eyes. Turning your head as if to speak to Aj behind the door.

"You’ve given me so many reasons to walk away." You admitted, you imagined his face behind the door, he probably was shocked at what you were saying.

"Then why don’t you? It’s not like you're locked up here."

You chuckled, the irony right now in this situation, but you slowly unlocked the door, revealing a very tired Aj, with worry in his eyes.

"You still don’t get it, do you? It’s because I love you."

His eyes widened a little, but then it followed by a small laugh, one you haven't heard in a long time, but it did make your heart skip a beat.

Aj finally understood the situation and realised the severity of it. Even if things got rough and there were fights, he never wanted to lose you, and that's why he responded.

"I love you too." He smiled, taking your hands in his.

"You’re such an idiot." You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a small smile forming too.

"Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me."

He cupped your cheek with his hand and leaned in to kiss you. He smiled into the kiss, and you did the same.

It may not have been the best reason to receive a first kiss, but regardless of the situation, Aj was sure he would be there for you now and forever.

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skibasyndrome · 8 days ago

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🦉Positivity owl reporting for duty! This was sent by a friend who wants you to smile as much as your posts make them smile. Please list five things that make you unique, four things you are super passionate about and why, OR three of your favorite memories. Feel free to send the owl to those who you feel deserve to smile🦉

Sweetest anon 💜💜💜 sorry for holding the positivity owl hostage for so long, but I'll have you know that i've been smiling at this message whenever I read it again :)

I'm going with four things I'm super passionate about

wilmon and writing silly little stories about them 💜 idk, they just mean the fucking world to me!!! the way they overcame their obstacles together and individually, the fact that their love for each other is so fucking strong, the way that they make each other better people ist just so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reading (even though stress makes it difficult to read a lot these days) and writing (same thing tbh. except that I sometimes very selfishly opt for writing instead of reading because it gives me more happy chemicals) about these two beautiful souls is an amazing experience every time, i love imagining them in different scenarios and seeing where it goes

is it cheating if I make she/her Wille a separate point???? idk but I'm just gonna do it because boy oh boy do i love her dearly. i mean, it's not a secret that Wille is my baby and that I connect a lot to that character but what i like most about canon Wille is the potential for change and the aspect of breaking free from all sorts of expectations,, especially from family and society. and... idk, that just goes BEAUTIFULLY with a trans headcanon i feel like. There's just so much there in canon that you can expand upon, there are, as my besties with the she/her wille brainrot who i've shared this with know, whole scenes that just!!!!! read perfectly with a closeted trans wille headcanon and just!!!! I love imagining her finding herself and navigating yet another revelation about herself that's difficult to deal with, except this time she's got a proper support system in place. i also love the idea of examining what it would mean for Simon to have Wille come out to him, what that would change and what it wouldn't change (in my mind, Simon's love for Wille never ever wavers), in which ways Simon would support her, even before she finds the words for what it is she's feeling, just...... aaaaaaaaaahhhhh. idk. that's just one of my favorite headcanons and/or fic scenarios recently

literature!!!!!! getting to read it!!!!! getting to analyze it!!!!!!! oh my GOD isn't art amazing? the fact that human beings at all times in history have told each other stories? that there's something so fucking inherently human and beautifully social in creating art to share with others? what does literature tell us about the individual? what can it tell us about the human condition as a whole? how do politics influence art, how does art influence politics??? SO many amazing questions you can ask, and i get to think about some of them??? incredible. i will never ever take my studies for granted because I love doing what i'm doing, even in times when doing the actual work is very hard

................ yeah I'm already blanking again lmfao, but uh..... do you know what's amazing??? when it's cold and gloomy and foggy outside but you're sitting with a hot drink and a candle on and your sweater is big and cuddly. I don't think that's something to be passionate about, but it's me rn and so I'm very happy about it.

thank you so much for sending this in 💜💜💜 very sorry for making you wait for a reply for so long but

#anon #answered #this was very fun thank you for giving me the opportunity <3

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seven-004 · 1 year ago

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Unexpected ally

Mito Yohei x Reader

I've seen little to no content for Yohei and simply couldn't stand for it. The most I could find were a lot of Yohei x Hanamichi on AO3 and only 1 on Wattpad for him and reader. It made me so saddd, he's literally my favorite in the anime I needed to give him some more love myself. Anyway enjoy!

"Do you like basketball?"

Akagi Haruko inquired as she approached the gym doors to watch the team practice. The interhigh tournament was nearing and the boys were especially enthusiastic in comparison to the start of the season and even tryouts

"You could say that" you answered politely, Akagi was here on her own today without her two friends or Sakuragi's rambunctious army

Truthfully you had somewhat of a crush on one of the members of such

She hummed "Well I think I'll be going now" you bid farewell as who'd you'd actually been here to see was absent from spectating today and began to leave

"Ah wait!" She called out to you and you turned curiously back "I'm Akagi Haruko" she introduced herself with a warm smile

"(L/n) (Y/n), I'll see you around" you returned the smile waving a final goodbye before heading home for the evening

— • — • — • —

"Pssst"

You glanced over -fortunately or unfortunately for you, you were also in year 1 class 7. Your seat? Next to Sakuragi- the red head himself had brought it amongst himself to find out if you were a fan of this particular genius

"You're the one from practice right? The one who was talking to Haruko yesterday"

This was the first time you'd actually talked, he was intimidating sure but overall not a bad person

"Uhm yeah, I've seen a couple of the practices why?"

Quite a devious look overcame his rugged features "You must be a fan of mine huh"

You almost choked but managed a simple deadpan "I- well-" he took the stuttering as confirmation "not really, sorry"

A look of utter shock took over his face before being replaced with confidence "Probably because you don't yet know the amazing capabilities of this genius, that must be it!"

"Sakuragi quiet down back there!"

You ducked behind the student in front of you to avoid the teachers glare

Sakuragi kept calling for your attention for a while longer, it was surprising that it was a first considering how restless he usually was in class. Then again he often dozed off or cried his rejections away

Throughout both the class and the short exchanges with the male you kept trying to steal glances at the boy two seats in front of you

Something the self proclaimed genius took notice to, for someone who didn't seem all that bright he was oddly perceptive

"Ohoho I see!" He cackled that devious look returning to his face startling you from the peering over the shoulder of the person in front of you that you were doing

"What-"

"Youuu like Yohei~" he taunted in a singsong-ish voice

"No- that's not-" you turned away with bright cheeks, guilty as charged

Through the playful teasing and friendly smiling Sakuragi didn't seem all that scary anymore

— • — • — • —

"Hey! It's (Y/n)!" Sakuragi approached with his army of delinquents as some would say

"Ah Sakuragi" you smiled as he got closer

The boys beginning to tease as he talked so casually to you "Oh? Over Haruko already?"

"What- not at all! Haruko is the only one for me" he turned to glare at the accusor and proceeded to headbutt them causing you to laugh

"Oh there she comes!" Anyone could see the internal panic as she walked closer

In his panic and true camaraderie Sakuragi quickly grabbed Mito by the shoulders and exchanged places with him so he'd be facing you instead. Catching you off guard and consequently a bit flustered

"Hey?" He greeted sheepishly, his pompadour slightly disheveled making him look the perfect amount of rugged

"Hey- hi!" Mito didn't miss the octave jump or how your reddened face deepened a shade

You both loved and hated Sakuragi right now. But above that wanted to dig yourself a hole in the ground

Mito chuckled finding your overall demeanor endearing which in return made the blush spread to your ears. That sound was your new favorite as of now

"I didn't know you and Hanamichi were friends"

"Oh that, he kind of just started talking to me in class one day. Something about being his fan because he saw me watch practice a few times?"

For all you'd thought Sakuragi was perceptive initially Mito was even more so. Noticing immediately how the tension left your body when Sakuragi was brought up

"Are you?" He asked curiously just trying to keep the conversation going while such talked to Haruko and the rest of the boys participated in their conversation as well. Sometimes unnecessarily to Hanamichis dismay

"No! Er- well I'm not there to see him at least, not that I don't see him- wait that came out wrong"

Mito watched in amusement as you tried to both compose and not expose yourself. That sense of endearment came back to him as well as did the tension to your body

Being under the slight impression that you liked someone else on the team and were trying to hide it. Another Rukawa fangirl perhaps?

— • — • — • —

You walked to practice with Sakuragi, taking the route to the outdoor side of the gym while he split off to the locker room

Haruko whom was already there greeted you. Having talked to her a few more times now while watching practices with a new sense of kinship to the team now that you had befriended the simpleminded redhead

Sakuragi was quite sweet once you got to know him and you hoped Hakurko would come to realize such if she hadn't already

"Are you stupid?" The chatter of the boys was heard around the corner as they approached. Who knows what they were talking about

"Ah you two are already here" the lot of them greeted which you returned now being a bit more comfortable with the four rowdy teens

Whom were still secretly betting on who your crush was, still thinking it was someone on the team. Not sure wether to expand their options after the whole Mitsui scandal you were present for with the girls

There were hardly any practices left until their first match and both spirits and tension was high

But just like how Sakuragi still managed glances at Haruko you did at Mito as well

It was hard not to when he was leaned against the door like that perfectly in sight. Holding his uniform jacket lazily over his shoulder with a soft smile watching his best friend find his calling

His head perking up and looking your way only to find you staring. Embarrassed, you quickly looked away and back at the shooting drills missing the way Mito's cheeks grew a soft pink

— • — • — • —

"Guys I don't think (Y/n) likes anyone on the team" Mito contributed as their wagers increased

Sakuragi surprisingly able to keep his big mouth shut on the whole thing. And perhaps not actually being aware of the waiver they had going

"What makes you say that Yohei"

"Well- I think" he flushed a bit rubbing the back of his neck "maybe I'm her crush?"

The boys erupted into laughter all respectively making their comments of disbelief

"No way she likes you Yohei"

"You really think she'd like you over Rukawa!?"

"Ha! She probably likes cool upperclassmen Miyagi"

The choruses of laughter continued but after he'd caught you staring like that he couldn't get the thought out of his head. Maybe the boys were right. You were out of his league but they couldn't stop him from dreaming

— • — • — • —

Mito would now proceed to analyze any interaction you had like some passionate underpaid detective. His suspicion shifting to Hanamichi, it seemed like you two were closer than he initially thought

In reality the two of you had become each other's wing men in a sense

"Ah Hanamichi!" You ran up to the tall boy with a wide grin not even attempting to hide the giddiness in your step as you approached Yohei's best friend "Guessss what!" You jumped to high five said boy who was in actuality only holding his hands to about shoulder height

"Huh? What is it (Y/n)" although all the guys referred to you with your first name now, hearing it come from his best friend who currently held your attention made Yohei feel a slight pang

It was an odd sensation he'd never felt "Haruko was talking about you! She said you're improving a lot" the classroom was mostly empty and the others weren't around to rejoice in the small celebration the two of you shared

"You hear that Yohei!"

Hanamichis voice brought him out of his thoughts and into the present. That little exchange has now made his whole day as Hanamichi overflows with energy and enthusiasm now. Taking off into the hallway 'accidently' and not so subtly bumping you into Yohei who catches you swiftly

"Hey! Watch where you're going Hanamichi!"

It comes off more aggressively than he intended but the perpetrator is already out of the classroom

After the initial irritation resides his attention returns to you now going to make sure you're okay. The bump itself wasn't very hard but everyone knows Hanamichi can be quite a brute

Only he finds you already captivated by his face

He has very clear skin and it looks great. Even when he often gets into fights it's obvious he takes care of it. With the way his eyebrows are tappered and no remaining evidence of any of his fights

"You're beautiful"

He looks stunned, a slight blush creeping it's way onto those supple features

Now realizing you said it out loud, a look of utter mortification overcomes your features and you make a dive for Yohei's collar to hide your embarrassment away still securely in place in his firm arms. You can hear his chuckle and even feel the reverb from where your face is timidly tucked away in the crook of his neck and chest

He could feel the heat radiating from your face and he enjoyed the way you hid with him from him. It was cute. Especially when you weren't like this around any of the other guys

Finally recognizing that earlier pang as jealousy "Well you look beautiful as well"

You groaned clenching his open school blazer "You're teasing me aren't you"

Another melodic chuckle pushed it's way passed Yohei's lips "I'm really not. Promise" you could hear the smile in his voice and didn't believe him but he gave you a reassuring squeeze nonetheless

Such making you aware of being in his arms. The sudden awareness of this making you squirm. Yohei released his grip only enough for you to be able to pull away far enough to see him face to face

The proximity made your heart race. But the way your face stayed red and the small pout on your lips gave Yohei butterflies

"I think- no, I like you.... a lot" he smiled so genuinely but kept you in place so you couldn't hide in his collar again. Voting to instead hide your face behind your hands "Aww come on (Y/n) don't hide from me, please?"

You nodded but didn't make a move to actually remove your hands yet but he patiently waited. When you moved your fingers to peek he was also blushing quite a bit but didn't look the slightest bit embarrassed or teasing in any way

"I- I like you- I like you a lot too" it came out as a squeak. And it took everything in you to put your hands down but the way he looked at you so softly like there wasn't anything else in the world made it worth it

"Can- can you say it again for me?"

You nodded but got on your tip toes to try and reach his ear. Only for him to slouch down against his desk so you could reach him

It took gathering all your courage and clenching your skirt to be able to do it but instead of saying a word you bashfully pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. He immediately straightened up to his full height pressing a hand to his face looking rather dumbstruck "I could... get used to that"

#mito yohei #yohei mito #character x y/n #character x reader #slam dunk #slam dunk anime #mito Yohei x Reader #reader insert #slam dunk x reader #x reader #seven-004

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lutawolf · 2 years ago

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Never Let Me Go D/s breakdowns Ep 4

As of right now, there is no D/s relationship, friendship or otherwise. Is there a D/s element? Yes! Palm is without a doubt submissive. The verdict is still out on Nueng. Is there a power imbalance? Abso-fucking-lutely. But is there a distinct power play line between work and play? That's the question. One that has only gotten murkier rather than clearer, but I'm a determined bitch.

Phum deserved what he got, but Palm really didn't. We're seeing an interesting dynamic here. Nueng wants to go to defend Palm, but Palm stops him. Now, I can hear you guys now. The way Palm is talking to Nueng isn't submissive. Actually... It is. So once again, submissive doesn't equal doormat, and it doesn't mean that they won't speak their mind. It's in the phrasing. It's in the body language. We see confidence but don't domination. This would be the same way my husband would talk to me when he is aware that he has more knowledge on the subject.

The way Palm let his hand glide down to grab Nueng's fingers before letting go! Then that little smile. Oh, my goodness.

Nueng taking Palm as his school partner.

Nueng goes back and forth on how he uses his dominance. Sometimes it really is Dom, but most of the time it's to cover how nervous or unsure he is. It's a like a mask that he slides into place. However, when Palm asked him if the teacher assigned them together, we see the real Nueng come out. That smile. This playful Nueng is really him.

"No. I chose you to be my partner. I chose to work with Pannakorn Jannaloy. Does Mr. Pannakorn have a problem with it? Do you want to change your partner?"

See the Dominance we see, at this moment, where he enters the room and talks about scolding him. That's real.

Gifs stolen from @happy-xy from this gif set here.

There is a lot of D/s in this particular conversation. Let me type it out for you to see.

"Let me put my clothes on." Palm is more asking than he is telling. "This is your room. Do whatever you want." See the permission and dominance in this statement? Then Palm sits on the floor and Nueng looks at him like he is stupid and pulls him up on the bed. "What are you doing? Why are you sitting on the floor? You can sit here. Are you a slave? Get up and sit here. Why are you so afraid of me? That’s it."

OH DAMN!!! See the way Nueng grabbed Palm's jersey. Palm liked that. Woot! Okay then.

And here we go with the foreshadowing again. "Why did you pick the number 13? Did you know that 13 is an unlucky number for Chinese people? 1 + 3 = 4. Number 4 in Mandarin sounds similar to the word ‘dead’." But there is hope because look how Palm responds. "I don’t pay attention to things like luck. No matter what number I wear, I will do my best to win the game. I will overcome any obstacles." Palm doesn't believe in luck, but he believes in fate.

Now we know Chopper is a liar.

Nueng is a very jealous boy. It causes him to go very Dom and Palm loves it. He brats back. Yeah, that's the dynamic he likes.

More fucking foreshadowing. "I found out about Qi Xi Jie. It falls on the 7th day of the 7th Chinese lunar month. It’s the day celebrating the tragic love between the weaver girl and the cowherd. This is their story. The weaver girl who lived in heaven fell in love with the cowherd. They were living together for years. When the wife of the Jade Emperor found out about their relationship, she interfered between them. She drew a river in the sky to separate them. The queen was later moved by their love. They were allowed to meet each other on a bridge formed by magpies. But they can only meet once a year." "It’s a story of impossible love." "I feel sorry for them. They loved each other but couldn’t be together." "But I think it’s romantic. The two of them overcame major obstacles for their love. Even though they could meet only once a year, they were patiently waiting for the day. That must be tormenting. If you were them, would you wait for that day?" Then we get hope, "If I was them, I would wait for it. When I love someone, I can endure everything for that person. Maybe it’s because of the long waiting and their different backgrounds, that makes their love become a legend. The queen might want to test their love."

So I asked one of my darlings about this story and this is what she told me, "Only once a year, but they will always meet on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month. That day is now the Chinese equivalent of Valentine's Day. It represents everlasting love."

I love this next moment so much.

And Palm looking directly at what he wants.

"Just make me proud." This is Dom and the way Palm responds is very subby. Then the way Palm proceeds to work his ass off is very subby. For instance. I told @thequeenofsastiel that I was expecting a fanfic by the end of I Will Knock You. Who wants to lay bets that she's already started an outline?

I don't like Ben. Just saying. Awe! Poor Palm. This next part is very D/s.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you answering me curtly? You also don’t look at me." "It’s nothing. May I be excused? I need to go help Aunt Nid." I can see why it would be confused with Boss and employee, but you got to put ALL the parts together. "Wait. You need to talk to me first. What’s wrong with you?" "Nothing. I don’t have a right to be mad at you." "Just tell me what’s going on here. Aren’t we friends?" See, even though Nueng will become Dominant, he doesn't associate himself with Dominant and boss. He sees himself as Dominant with a friend. Does he blur this? Absolutely, but so does Palm. Which is why we are all fucking confused. Right now though, Nueng is not boss, he is friend. "If we are friends, we should be able to talk to each other about everything. Why don’t you answer me? If you have something you want to say, just say it. You are easy to read. You cannot hide your feelings from me." This is a very interesting comment. How much truth does it hold? Not much considering the next convo, but we continue to see a D/s element to the conversation. Down to Palm asking to be excused.

And Nueng acts like a shithead in his jealousy. Notice that Palm doesn't mind being submissive to Nueng, but he has an issue with being treated inferior.

Well, this ended up a lot. 🤣🤣🤣 Hope you enjoy 💜💜💜

#never let me go series #never let me go #palm x nuengdiao #palm and nueng #luta talks kink #luta talks never let me go #coconuts mafia

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