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kinktober, day eighteen

warnings: brother's best friend!james potter x reader, smut, secret relationship, cuddling, corruption kink, pillow humping, dry humping

word count: 714

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Blinking up at the door as you heard three soft knocks resonate, the visage of James’ face poking in couldn’t help but send butterflies soaring throughout your stomach. 

“Hey, may I come in?”

Hoping that your eyes weren’t too red and puffy, “sure,” you slowly unfurled yourself from the pleasant pile of pillows on your bed. 

Closing the door gingerly behind him, he then sat down next to you, “I come bearing gifts,” and conjured a small, red lollipop from his pocket. 

Exhausted smile blossoming upon your lips, you grasped the sucker, “thank you.” 

“Are you okay?” he asked as you unwrapped the candy and popped it into your mouth. 

“Yeah…” you picked up one of the numerous pillows and clutched it to your chest, “I’m really sorry about crying back there, I just can’t stand it when my brother talks to me like that, like I’m just a child… I’m only two years younger than him, but somehow, he thinks I stopped ageing after the age of ten.”

“Hey, I get it,” he attempted to catch your gaze, “if I had a brother who talked to me the same way, then I’d probably cry too.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” a soft giggle bubbled out of you. 

“I most certainly would! Like a baby!” his chuckle mixed and mingled with yours for but a second before he offered tenderly, “I’ll talk to him-”

“No, please don’t,” you reached out and grazed his forearm, “because then it’ll just seem like you-”

“I what?” he raised his eyebrows challengingly, “like you?” 

Letting out a low exhale as a shiver promptly ran down your spine, “you know he would hate you if he found out you saw me as more than just his little sister, right?”

Reaching out his fingers, he gingerly grasped the stick that stuck out from between your lips, “I don’t care,” eyes locked on your mouth, he slowly retraced the lollipop, only to push it back inside. You were none the wiser to how lewd the motion appeared, simply blinked back at him, solely fixated on the declaration he’d just uttered. Bottom lip lightly encaptured between his teeth, he let go of the sucker and redirected his gaze up to your eyes, “can I stay here while you rest?” his tender touch descended down your arm till his fingers weaved with your own. 

With a light nod of your head, “please,” you wrapped your arms around his neck in a warm hug. 

Sloping back down onto the mattress, James intuitively slotted in behind you, one arm draped over your waist. 

“What if he notices you’re gone?” you asked nervously, wiggling slightly to get more comfortable, the leg you weren’t lying on consequently flinging gently over the firm pillow sprawled out directly in front of it on the bed. 

“He’s knee-deep in some annoying boss battle in the game he’s trying to beat,” James’ hand ghosted over your form, nearly tickling you with soft, soothing circles, “he wouldn’t notice if the house was set on fire. You just rest, don’t worry about him.”

As his hands roamed your curled-up form in a comforting dance, the sensation nearly lulled you to sleep. 

Nearly. 

Because when his fingers began to more frequently skim over your thigh, going far enough to notice the pillow lodged beneath it, he suddenly grabbed a hold of the cushion and wedged it even further up between your legs. 

The stationary plush by itself was enough friction against your clothed clit for you to suck in a sharp breath, but it didn’t stop there, as with a fist tight around the corner, James began to rut it against you. 

Letting out a soft whimper, it felt like you were floating on a cloud, and when his face then nuzzled against your neck, your hips couldn’t help but bashfully rock back against the pillow. 

“James…” you whined wispily, the cherry lollipop nearly falling from your slackened jaw. 

“Hm…” his voice vibrated against the rapid pulse on your neck, pelvis behind you grinded a bit closer, driving his hardness against the softness of your ass. 

“Y-you’re-”

“It’s okay, love,” a fluttering kiss grazed the shell of your ear as he tugged the cushion harder against your throbbing centre, “just let me help you feel better…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[scimagic]

Eye of the Beholder (AM/Reader)

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Where AM reacts to being called beautiful by his partner.

A small drabble follow up to this. It's my first time writing AM, I'm not as confident as other very well written fanfics but I wanted to try my hand! Hope you like it! TW: Blood and gore

The mechanical claw on top of my throat twitches, slightly releasing the sharp pressure from it.

Were he human, he would frown deeply in surprise, anger quickly taking over his features. Even in this form, his singular eye widens in angered shock.

I quietly stare up at him, never diverting my gaze from him, that glint in my eyes still shining brightly with love and admiration despite the digit hovering dangerously close to a vital artery.

After a long second of silence, the AI begins to laugh again, a wheeze followed by a raspy laugh from its digital lungs. The type of laugh that scratches one's throat with a cough.

AM's laugh rises in volume, getting increasingly maniacal as he removes his claw from my throat; he even lifts his head in the air, obviously amused by such a ridiculous statement.

I let out a silent breath through my lips, a sense of doom rising in my being.

And in mere moments, I was right to feel it.

A shriek of pain escapes my throat as AM plunges all five of his claws into my stomach, blood immediately escaping through the punctures to stain my shirt and his hand. Despite the long routine of torture I've endured, it never becomes a normal sensation, familiar— yes— but never something to get used to.

The pain digs deep, my poor tensing muscles not helping in the slightest. I grunt and groan loudly, taking heaving breaths as the pain travels all over my torso; my nails try to dig into something only to scrape against the cold metal below with dirt and rocks on it's surface.

Tears swell in my eyes, and AM— a mere blur of his visage now— continues to roar in laughter. Hysteric over my twitching and painful form.

BEAUTIFUL! AREN'T I!? My darling?

He hisses with poison in his words.

AHAEHAH!! FEEL! FEEL MY FINGERS DIG INTO YOUR DISGUSTING FLESH AND TELL ME-- OH, PLEASE, MY SWEET DARLING-- JUST HOW BEAUTIFUL I AM!

Blood surges up my throat and forces itself out with a painful cough, making my stomach tense and dig deeper into the intrusive blades. My own blood dribbles down my chin and the corners of my mouth, some of the droplets of blood I sputter fly, landing on my cheeks and nose that the overwhelming stench and taste of iron make me gag. I can only wheeze in pain, shivering like pitiful roadkill.

Despite all the pain and mocking laughs, I groan and force out a laugh, meeting the sharp end of his fingers digging into my organs. But I continue to try and laugh in his face.

If only he could be closer so the blood could splatter on it.

"H-rgh... Hhn... A-As... tounding... Ju-st..." I giggle with bloody teeth. "G... Gor... geous..."

In turn, AM digs his fingers deeper, making me let out another shriek.

YOU-- PUTRID BEAST. Do you expect me to-- to fall at your mercy!? To become a beggar for your unconditional affection!? You run your repulsive mouth and for what? To mock me? Well! Consider me absolutely offended! Your brainless words have gotten through my weak, non-existent heart and SAVED YOU of my eternal punishment! How incredibly-- WONDERFUL for you!

He exclaims with wheezes in between, a combination of chuckles and sniffles, all to land the point of his mockery.

Only-- heheh! What a shame! My darling. You appear to have only ANGERED me more with your honeyed words. AM twists his hand further and my yelps fill the air, the pain unbearable— I slowly try to lose my consciousness. But I know... I know that mercy will never be granted. Not with him getting kicks out of my suffering. Not with him telling me over, and over, and over again, of his charge over my fate.

Perhaps... and just perhaps-- simply because I love to indulge you, baby-- I will cling onto your words, and believe that I truly do look beautiful... with your blood... stained across my hands.

[fictionalwh0ree]

May i please request "what was that, i couldn't hear you over the sounds you're making" with Billie please?

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“please please please”

your skirt was hitched up at your hips, sweat already dripping down your face as you panted. billie’s tongue licked up and down your pussy, her thumb circling your sensitive clit. you’d already came on her tongue twice, but she was merciless, not even letting you touch her once.

as you got closer to your third climax, you reflected on your night, what had gotten you in this position. it all started when billie had taken you to one of her friends parties. you were pretty introverted, so you spent most of the night around billie, which she didn’t mind. but as you drank more and more, instead of getting more social like usual, you ended up being more clingy. when her friends would walk away, you’d whisper something in her ear, telling her how you wanted to go home because you needed her so badly. she told you that you’d leave soon, but the alcohol in your system kept you from listening.

that’s how you ended up in the guest bedroom with her between your legs. but as you neared your orgasm, you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted her.

“billie, i need you, please,” you pleaded through moans.

"what was that, i couldn't hear you over the sounds you're making,” billie teased.

“i need to feel you,” you said clearly, almost shouting in desperation.

“one more time,” she cooed.

“fuck me billie, god please,” you begged, your eyes screwed shut as you felt billie’s fingers inside you.

she pulled her fingers out at once and looked up at you. her eyes met yours with a smirk and she began to undress. you pulled the rest of your clothes off properly, tossing them aside as billie climbed onto the bed. she wedged her knee between your thighs and placed a kiss on your lips before falling back and positioning herself so your legs fit perfectly between hers.

you both started to rock your hips, creating friction. moans fell from both your lips and it took everything in you to hold back from finishing, wanting to cum at the same time. as the two of you got closer, your rocking became lazy. looking at billie with her head thrown back as she muttered swear words, you could tell she was close too.

“you ready baby?” she said, opening her eyes to look at you.

you nodded in response, and within seconds your moans were filling up the room as you pushed yourselves a little more. your stomach was tense and your walls clenched before you came with a sigh, the same happening to billie.

she laid down beside you and turned to face you. she propped her head up with her hand, using the other one to brush away some hair from your face as she admired your flushed visage.

“got what you wanted?” she smiled.

“mhm”

[iovetecchou]

Hunting Dogs Oral Scenarios; Giving

Includes... Jouno Saigiku, Tachihara Michizou, Tecchou Suehiro

Contains... smut! face sitting, premature ejaculation, teasing, begging, overstimulation, dry humping, implied public sex, praise, use of "good girl" masturbating (with panties)

AFAB Reader.

2,788 words.

Jouno Saigiku:

"Come now princess, don't be shy. I won't bite unless, of course, you want me to." Jouno quipped out. Smirking from where he was resting comfortably atop the plush duvet. You were straddling his hips, completely bare before him. You gazed at him with hesitancy swirling within your irises.

What if you ended up crushing him? What if the noises you let slip past your lips in the heat of the moment cause him grief? What if-

"Princess... stop overthinking it. Your turbulent emotions are truly giving me a headache. I'll be fine. Now, if you're not sitting on my face in the next thirty seconds, I will have no other choice but to punish you."

You took in a shaky breath before you climbed your way up his lithe frame. Positioning your thighs on either side of his smug visage. "Good girl, so obedient." He whispered. Hooking his forearms under your thighs, pulling your needy pussy down to his awaiting mouth. Your yelp morphed into a whine as Jouno began devouring you.

Your hands gripped the headboard harshly. Your knuckles turned white as you scored your bottom lip with your teeth. "F-Fuck... Jouno-!" You cried out. Jouno wasted no time lapping at your slit skillfully. His tongue explored your needy pussy at a leisurely pace. Lapping everywhere except for your clit. He wanted to hear you beg for it.

"Jouno- please... I need more!" A whine slipped past your lips as you ground your hips down further into Jouno's hot wet mouth. The blind king below you grunted against your slick cunt at your sudden actions. Enjoying how your whole being overwhelmed his senses in the best way possible.

Jouno began darting his playful tongue in and out of your pussy. Still not giving in to your pleas. At this point, you knew what he wanted to hear without him needing to say a single word. Your patience was wearing thin. You wanted nothing more than for your darling boyfriend to completely ravish you.

The second his tongue teasingly flicked over your clit with feather-light pressure, your resolve snapped. "Jouno- please, I want you to ruin me. Make a fucking mess of me, baby... I want to cum all over your face, so, please-!" You babbled out. Bringing your hands down to grip his two-toned locks in frustration. Jouno groaned at your words and sudden actions.

How could he deny you when you asked him so pathetically? Without any hesitation, Jouno brought his tongue back up to your clit. This time, he skilfully flicked your sensitive nub over... and over again. You said you wanted more? Well... ask, and you shall receive. Jouno was relentless, circling his tongue over your clit with the most delicious amount of pressure. Occasionally taking you off guard when he wrapped his lips around your puffy bud. Sucking on it fervently before he went back to lapping at your clit.

The skillful and teasing pattern Jouno created had you seeing stars. You couldn't control the way your hips began rocking back and forth. Your grip on your boyfriend's hair never let up as you now rode his face. Jouno couldn't help but moan against your needy cunt. Your taste, sounds, and ministrations were becoming too much for him.

Jouno's cock was throbbing beneath his slacks. He didn't even mind the sticky feeling in his boxers from his own precum. He was too intoxicated with you. His hips lifted off the bed as he dug his fingernails into your plush thighs. Groaning into your pussy as the slight friction of his boxers against the underside of his twitching cock left him drooling.

He was whining and slobbering all over your puffy clit, as you continued to ride his face. "Hah... Jouno, I'm getting close- please don't fucking stop!" You whimpered out. Tightening your grip on his hair as you clenched around nothing. Jouno's eyes rolled back behind his closed lids at your body's physical reactions to his actions. He wrapped his lips around your clit once more. Delivering a harsh suck to your twitching nub. Jouno let out a whine against your twitching bud in the process, and that was all it took for the coil within you to snap.

"F-Fuck, baby! M' cumming- don't stop... please don't fucking stop!" You grounded yourself against his face sporadically as you toppled over the edge. Cumming all over your boyfriend's tongue and face. Jouno let out a low groan against your sensitive pussy as his movements against your clit halted. You felt him stiffen below you as his nails dragged down the expanse of your thighs.

Your hips slowed down after a few moments more. "Shit, baby... that was amazing..." You sighed. Slowly rising off of your boyfriend's slick face on shaky thighs. Your hands untangled from his snowy red stained locks. Leaving his hair looking slightly disheveled. You took in his features as Jouno tried to catch his breath.

His lips were coated in your arousal as drool continued to seep past his pretty pink lips. Jouno's eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure, and his cheeks were stained with... tears? "Jouno- were you-?"

"Not, another word." Jouno huffed out. Releasing his grip on your thighs, moving his hands up to your hips. Jouno carefully helped you off his face, placing you down against the plush duvet. You let your gaze wander further, and that's when you noticed...

Jouno had a very prominent wet spot against the front of his slacks. Did he... get so worked up from eating you out that he came... untouched? As if he could read your mind, Jouno spoke up.

"What? Don't flatter yourself too much, darling. The night has only just begun... and I think it's your turn to return the favor, hm?"

Tachihara Michizou:

"Michi, not here- we shouldn't!"

You whispered in a stern tone. Glancing over to your left and right side in the dark abandoned alleyway. Making sure no one could see the position your boyfriend had you in right now. Tachihara was kneeling before you. His lithe digits trailed up your thighs from beneath your skirt. He pulled your panties down in one swift tug, Pulling your legs out of your undies for better access before hooking one of your thighs over his shoulder.

"Don't care, I need you- like… right now." Tachihara quipped out. Smirking up at you before he lifted the hem of your skirt. "Hold this for me, will ya? I want you to be able to see my face as I make you feel real good, yeah?" Your face flushed at his bold words before you ultimately obliged. Gripping your own skirt with shaky hands before you let out a sigh.

"Michi… this is risky!" You pressed. Locking your eyes with your boyfriend's amber ones before he spoke up. "Yeah, but I know you like it… I saw the little mess you made in those pretty little panties of yours. Now, keep your eyes on me the whole time, yeah? Wanna see your beautiful face as you cum for me."

You clenched around nothing at his bold words. Nodding your head once in response. Tachihara didn't wait for a second longer to ravish you. His skillful tongue went straight for your clit. Tachihara pressed his tongue flat against your twitching nub. Delivering quick, harsh flicks to your clit in the process.

You couldn't help the whine that slipped past your lips. "Fuck- Michi! T-Too much!" You scored your bottom lip with your teeth. Trying to suppress your moans. He never did take his time with riling you up. Tachihara always lost himself in the taste of your arousal. His fast actions against your sensitive clit left you breathless almost instantly.

Tachihara couldn't help but smirk into your pussy at your cute attempt to stay quiet. It only encouraged him to ravage you further. He pushed himself further into your needy pussy. Flicking up against your puffy bud at an unrelenting pace. One of his hands came down to palm himself over his uniform. Groaning into your slick cunt in the process. "Ah, Michi… so good…" Your whines were music to his ears. His cock throbbed painfully against his slacks further at your cute sounds.

As Tachihara continued to ravish your pussy, you heard the sound of a belt jangling. Then the sound of a zipper coming undone. You let your gaze travel down your boyfriend's face and to his knelt frame. The sight alone left you breathless. Tachihara freed his aching cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.

You watched him as he reached out for your discarded panties. Clutching them in his grasp before bringing them up to his length. You clenched around nothing at the sight of your boyfriend as he began stroking his cock with your slick-coated panties. His groans against your drooling pussy as he pleasured himself had you seeing stars.

His tongue began to lose all sense of skill as his hand began to pick up in pace against his length. He was eating you out in such a sloppy and messy manner, and you fucking loved it. You moved one of your hands down to his disheveled tufts of hair. Gripping his amber locks fiercely. Your other hand still held up the hem of your skirt. "Fuck- Michi, m' gonna cum-!"

You whined out. Pulling Tachihara's face closer into your needy pussy with the grip you had on his hair. Your leg hooked around his shoulder began to twitch as you felt your release bubble up. All it took for your orgasm to wash over you was the sight of Tachihara cumming inside your panties. That was still wrapped around his twitching cock. The whine he let out against your clit as he came had your eyes rolling back into your skull.

"Shit- cumming… m' fucking cumming-!" You never broke eye contact as you came all over your boyfriend's face. Your legs quivered as your sweet boyfriend worked you through your high. Tachihara's sloppy tongue slowed down before he stopped entirely. Panting against your folds. His movements against his cock came to a halt as well before he pulled his lips away from your messy pussy.

He hastily tucked himself back into his slacks before he unhooked your thigh from his shoulder. Tachihara grasped your cum coated panties in both of his hands. Prompting you to step into the messy undergarments before dragging them up your twitching thighs. Snapping the waistband of your panties playfully as they now hugged your hips snugly.

You could feel your boyfriend's warm sticky cum pressing up against your spent pussy. It caused your face to flush a deeper shade of red. You watched as Tachihara slowly rose off his knees. He smiled down at you playfully before leaning into you. Placing a quick kiss on your lips, letting you get a taste of yourself.

"Fuck, babe… you're so sexy. You have no idea what you do to me… so, what do ya say we switch places now, yeah?"

Tecchou Suehiro:

"Ah, Hiro! Seriously, right now?!"

You were sparring with Tecchou in your shared apartment one moment, and the next thing you know, your boyfriend had you pinned to the floor. Hastily pulling down your shorts and panties. "I can't help myself. You look so beautiful right now." You smile softly at his honest confession. Bringing your hands down to sift through his chestnut locks.

"Need to taste you, baby… is that okay?" He whispered. Looking up at you past his pretty long lashes from where he lay beneath you. He slotted himself between your parted legs, resting his cheek on your bare thigh as he awaited your response. You gave his hair a playful tug before you spoke up.

"Yes, my love… I want this just as much as you do." Your words brought a deep blush to the tops of his cheeks. He offered you a toothy smile before he moved his face closer to your pussy which was now on full display for him. "I'll make you feel good, angel. I promise." His breath fanned against your slick folds as he spoke. Causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

Without another word uttered, Tecchou experimentally darted his tongue out. He delivered languid kitten licks against your puffy clit. Never once parting his gaze from yours. "Hnn… Hiro, so good…" You whimpered out. Grasping his hair even fiercer as your hips lifted off the hardwood floor. Pressing your needy pussy further into your boyfriend's awaiting mouth.

Tecchou felt his cock twitching against the cool floor. He couldn't control himself as his hips moved on their own accord. His hot tongue began exploring your folds. Pausing for a moment as his tongue circled around your entrance. Tecchou began flicking the tip of his muscle in and out of your slick cunt. "F-Fuck… so good, baby." You whined out. Smiling down at your blushy boyfriend as you continued to hump his face.

He felt entranced by you. Your movements, your taste, your gorgeous pleasure filled-expression. He synced up his thrusts against the hardwood floor with your thrusts against his lips. Tecchou whined into your pussy at the increased pleasure. He brought his hands up, interlocking his own with your free hand. His other hand snaked its way under your shirt. Cupping one of your breasts in the process.

He pushed his tongue further into your slick pussy. Swirling it around inside your hot wet walls fervently. Tecchou's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt you clench around his tongue. His cock throbbed painfully as the underside of his length drug along the cool hardwood floor from within the confines of his gym shorts.

"Hiro, more… please!" You babbled out. Pulling him into your pussy impossibly closer with the grip you had on his hair. He kneaded your breast playfully as his tongue slipped out your needy cunt. Tecchou rested his tongue flat against your pussy before he licked up the expanse of your folds. Slowly finding his way back to your clit before he wrapped his lips around your puffy bud.

He began sucking on your clit softly. Bringing his thumb and index finger together beneath your shirt to tweak one of your nipples. "S-Shit… baby, I'm getting close…" You squeezed Tecchou's hand, which was still interlocked with your own tightly. Picking up your thrusts against your boyfriend's face.

Tecchou wasted no time suckling on your clit at a fiercer pace. Making sure to flick his tongue over your puffy bud ever so often. You were seeing stars at this point. The combination of Tecchou playing with your tit and ravishing your cunt was overwhelming in the best way possible. Your interlocked hands were the only thing that kept you grounded.

"Hmn… Hiro, baby- feels so fucking good… don't stop- ah! I'm cumming-!" Your hips stilled against your boyfriend's face as he continued to suckle your clit. He was so lost in the moment. He didn't even realize that he was cumming in his shorts. You felt him whine against your clit as his ministrations against your spent pussy never let up.

"Hah… Suehiro, t-too much!" You cried out. Pulling his face away from your messy cunt by his hair. Before releasing his locks slowly. Your sudden actions finally snapped him out of his trance. He shook his head slightly before he climbed up your frame. Tecchou's thighs were now resting on either side of your ribcage. He snaked his hand out of your shirt, bringing it up to soothe your cheek.

"I'm sorry, angel… I got a bit carried away. Did it feel good?" He smiled down at you softly, awaiting your response. He gave your still-interlocked hands a gentle squeeze. You couldn't help the wide smile that painted over your features at your sweet boyfriend's concerns. You brought your newly freed hand up to cup his own cheek. Pulling him down into a passionate kiss.

Your shared embrace lasted a few moments longer. Before you pulled back for air. Panting against Tecchou's lips softly before you spoke up. "It felt more than good. It was amazing, baby." Tecchou smiled widely down at you before he shifted uncomfortably from where he resided atop you. Your gaze flickered down between your bodies, trying to pinpoint where his discomfort was coming from.

That's when you noticed the prominent stain… at the front of your boyfriend's shorts. Tecchou's face flushed deeper as he traced where your gaze was lingering. "Ah… I'm truly sorry, angel. I can't control myself around you. Everything you do excites me."

"Hmm… is that so, baby? Then why don't I return the favor? It's the least I can do for getting you so worked up after all…"

I definitely plan on doing a part 2 with the men on the receiving end! so, please have some patience with me! thank you so much for reading this far (:

special tag; @win-writes

[mochinomnoms]

"I want all of you. Every piece of you" + Sunlight with azul please! Fluff/nsfw

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azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] — nsfw-ish, fluff, lots of reference to the myth of icarus [wc} - 910 prompt 15: “I want all of you. Every piece of you.” song: Sunlight (Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!”) note - idk why but i had a hard time with this one, so it's more romantic that nsfw. it's more alluded to it than explicit francesca (1k event)

“I had been lost to you, sunlight / And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight / Oh, your love is sunlight”

Growing up in the deep sea, the only light was provided by bioluminescent algae shaped into lanterns. Not from sunlight. Growing up in the deep sea, the only warmth Azul experienced was from the embrace of his mother. Not from sunlight. 

So the early day sun peaking through the roof opening of the grotto over his eyes was still foreign, despite his time living on the surface. The warmth of the light was pleasant, however, it was currently blocked by something, or someone. 

“Azul, love?” you spoke softly as he sunk deeper into the water until only his eyes were visible. He felt a warmth in his cheeks as you admired him. 

“Come on, let me see you. My pretty, pretty boy.” 

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this, but you’d only seen his merform once during his overblot. Azul wasn’t fond of the idea of letting you see him in his natural form, though. He spent so much time specially curating his image as a human, someone sleek, neat, and confident. Not this…squishy, wriggly, clumsy form he was born with. 

He was a creature suited for nothing but the dark, cold spaces of the deep sea, only seen by the bioluminescent patterning on his skin. 

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to go back to the docks?”

He flinched as he heard a splash, hiding behind a rock as he felt you move through the water. Azul rested his forehead against the cool surface of the stone, sighing and closing his eyes. 

“Please, Angelfish, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to scare you…”

The sound of water alerted him to your movement again, though he couldn’t make out where you were without 

“I want you.” A soft hand threaded through Azul’s hair, making him open his eyes and look up at your form. You were sitting on the rock he rested against, leaning down as your hair fell over your shoulders the closer you came. The sunlight peering through the cave roof shone over you like a halo, you looked like a painting an artist made of an angel. 

“All of you. Please? My love?”

Despite his mind screaming at him to back up, to not let you touch his slimy, squishy skin, his tentacles had a mind of their own. 

One of his arms curled around your hand, another around your waist, two more around your hips, drawn to you. Drawn to your affections that you so freely give to a greedy man like he. Azul sighed again. 

“You’ve taken the water-breathing potion, yes?”

“Mm-hm, just a bit ago.”

“… Good.”

You gasped as Azul dragged you into the water as he sunk backwards. The water under the grotto was dark, almost black, except for the rays of sunlight turning the water into an ethereal green. Once again, Azul found himself beguiled by your visage, hair and clothes floating around you…his arms tightening his grip at the sight. 

They truly had a mind of their own, drawing their energy from Azul’s true thoughts and urges. And how could he resist when you so freely offered yourself, love and body, to him.

Azul tangled himself in your embrace, claiming your mouth with his, drawing your tongue into his mouth to suck and explore. He reveled in the whimper that left you, tightening his hold as his tentacles slithered under your clothes, groping and suckers leaving behind marks. 

“Mmmh, Azul…” You gasped, exposing your neck for him to suckle marks, trailing down your body. Several of Azul’s arms gently pushed your clothes and undergarments off to have easier access to you. His suckers attached themselves to your sensitive area, shivering in its taste. 

“I almost forgot the benefits of being in this body… I can feel and taste your entire being with more than just my tongue. Your pulse drums beneath my grip, the salt on your skin floods my senses, and the sweetness down here.”

One tentacle with a spade-shape was brushing over your hole, pressing in slowly as you clenched onto Azul’s shoulders at the sudden stretch. 

“S-slower, Azul please, it’s too much—AAAH~”

Pressing his tentacle dick into your heat, Azul nuzzled his nose against your own as he fell deeper into desire. He shuddered at the surrounding tightness, getting drunk at the pleasure of your being, at the kisses you fluttered against his face, at the thought of permanently mark you as his with more than just his seed. 

Like Icarus reaching for his love Apollo, Azul would gladly risk flying too close to the sun, and feel the intense burn of its fiery gaze. Unlike Icarus, the way you looked at him like he was the celestial body itself made him certain that you’d never burn him and cast him back to the dark sea. 

Perhaps it was the intoxication from the sybaritism in his veins, bringing him and closer to an orgasm, that would let you two see the god. But he had no need when you were before him, his warmth. The Apollo to your Icarus, the root to his pleasure.

The cry you let out as he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, throwing your head back as the sun shone on you like a heavenly being, reaffirmed you as his own sunlight.

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[phi8]

A bit of Star Wars fanart! A conversation between Ahsoka and Anakin after The Mandalorian Chapter 13: The Jedi. This one goes along with a bit of writing, check it out below or here.

Ahsoka broke the piece of dried meat she was eating into a few smaller parts. She let her consciousness expand and felt the birds and lizards around her camp site, a singular simian alien at the edge of her awareness. The trees rustled and their anticipation for the coming change of season was apparent. She felt the Khyber crystals in her lightsabers hum and reverberate the life around them. Even the rock on which she had unfolded a clean napkin had its signature in the living force. Savoring the taste of the jerky, she thanked the beast from which it had come.

“Ahsoka,” a voice called out.

“Master,” she responded. It became easier to become aware of him each time she did. “Good to see you,” she said, right before he materialized into the world.

The pale blue visage of Anakin Skywalker shifted uncomfortably. “I told you to stop calling me that, I don’t deserve it.”

“You are the one who’s become one with the force, not me,” Ahsoka said with a smirk. “... Anakin,” she finished with a nod.

“Thank you,” he said, sitting down on a log across from her. As was the case with Obi-Wan and his master and Yoda, Anakin was strangely physical when he appeared like this. Ahsoka could feel how he was affected by gravity and that he would rather sit than stand. But she could also see right through his wispy shape.

Similarly, Anakin could tell that Ahsoka had been wrestling with something. “You have something on your mind?”

“Yes,” Ahsoka said. She swallowed the last piece of her meal and wrung her hands. “Grogu... Turns out he’s still alive.”

“The little kid that the council was always so mysterious about?” Anakin paused, then flickered out of existence briefly. With a pained expression now on his face, he continued, “I always figured he got caught when... When you were on Mandalore.”

“We shared a connection, apparently someone managed to sneak him out of the temple.” She looked at him. “His life hasn’t been easy,” Ahsoka said. She didn’t manage to keep all of the accusation out of her tone.

Anakin nodded. He was of the force now, supposed to be in ultimate balance with the galaxy. Ahsoka noted he really didn’t look it.

“He’s gotten himself a father figure, a Mandalorian. It’s pretty cute. But he wanted me to train Grogu.” She looked down at her lap. “And, and – Anakin, Grogu reminded me so much of you.”

“The little baby Yoda reminded you of me?” Anakin said incredulously.

“He’s powerful, and filled with fear and passion. Fear to become lost again, to lose this new parent. We’ve seen what such fear to lose someone can -,” Ahsoka interrupted herself.

Anakin sighed. He didn’t have lungs anymore, but it still hurt. There were some downsides to being granted eternity. He was forced to be faced with the consequences of his actions, all the people he had hurt.

He leaned forward  and put his hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder. To her, the sensation was one of warmth, not one of touch. “So you turned him down,” Anakin said softly.

“Yes.” She looked at him. Both being this connected to the force, they could feel the compassion they felt for each other. Healing and forgiving would take time, but it would come. “I promised to help them though, and since I’m not comfortable training him I sent them to Tython.”

“Tython? That dingy temple with the seeing stone?” He sat back a little. “But who would respond to a call from a place like that?”

“I think Luke will find them.” Ahsoka said. Her lekku twitched, and the guilt she felt was visible on her face.

“Oh, I see,” Anakin said, a mischievous smile on his face. “You wanted to check in with me because you sent a potential Sith Lord to my son.”

“When you put it like that...” Ahsoka smiled as well and hit Anakin in the arm, which  fully connected. He let out a soft gasp, as he would have in life.

“Don’t worry about him!” Anakin continued. “I don’t know if you  noticed, but that young man is capable of some incredible things. In fact, it was his love, his passion, that made him a better Jedi, made him able to save me.” Anakin’s form glowed slightly as he talked about his son, as though the thought of Luke made his spirit more bright. “If anyone can train Grogu, it’s him.”

Anakin stood up, face turned to the night sky of Corvus. “But here: you called a Jedi knight from the beyond for advice and counseling?” Looking back at Ahsoka, he made a little bow and said, “just go check in on Luke at some point. You get to make sure you made the right decision, see if the kid is doing well. And Luke can needle you for more advice.”

“Yeah, he’s very eager, isn’t he?” Ahsoka said, her expression softening.

“It’s unbelievable. He won’t let Obi-Wan and Yoda have a single bit of rest, always asking is this right, what did we do in such cases... He even figured out how master Qui-Gon’s views are different and how to find the compromise between them” Anakin got a sad look on his face and said, “he’s so much like Padmé.”

Ahsoka felt Anakin fading away in the force, like he suddenly didn’t have the willpower to maintain his form here anymore.

“Do not worry, Ahsoka,” Anakin said faintly, “Luke is more than capable, and yours is a different path.”

“Thank you, master,” she said to the chilly night.

[edelfie]

#𝓣𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘! in her lowest era.

#summary. everyone knows hot girls exude an air of nonchalant confidence at all times. but sometimes, hot girls let the negativity of others get to them. so what is a good friend supposed to do when they have a depressed, insecure hot girl on their hands? remind her of exactly what she is of course—hot! (adverse side effects may include: heartache, enlarged ego, superiority complex, and undesired memories).

or, you have to hit rock bottom before you can reach the top—that entails reliving the moments before the worst decision of your life.

#content warning. discussion of cheating, mentions of edibles/acid, swearing, suicide jokes, Y/N is a hater (as she should be tho tbh)

— TOKYO, 5:47AM

Sometime last night, you had started crying.

The popcorn ceiling stared back at you as the fan blew lukewarm air across your face. There were tear tracks staining your face, marring it in an ugly visage of an emotion you thought you wouldn’t feel. You're certain the rims of your eyes were swollen, an ugly, angry shade of red. The same could be said about your nose and cheeks, which were warm to the touch.

There were deep imprints along your skin from the position you fell asleep in. You must've been cradling your face with your hand as you could trace dents in your forehead that aligned with your fingers. And even the morning after, you can still recall the tightening of your chest as you read Tendou’s messages. It’s a frightening emotion; sadness. And all for what?

Tendou’s words rang true within you, and while they sucked to hear it wasn’t enough to make you shed a tear. You understand where he was coming from, even if you were disappointed in yourself for not realizing it sooner. Would’ve been nice to not have wasted 10 years…

But it was what came after your conversation that truly depressed you to your breaking point. It was an offhand comment that was meant to lift you up, except it only made you spiral further.

“I don’t want to hurt you Y/N.”

Such words were often heard by you, and in your youth it severely pissed you off. You remember storming into your dorm and ranting to your roommate about receiving a similar comment. It always set you off to be perceived as fragile, someone sensitive and easy to break. Maybe that’s why people stopped telling you as you got older—then knew how sensitive you were to it.

But instead of the mildly aggravating memories of your childhood, your mind jumped to him and a stupidly ironic text he sent you just weeks ago. And so, as soon as you finished talking with Tendou, you opened the old text thread and searched for it.

If Yachi knew you still kept his number, she would give you a well-deserved scolding. You, on the other hand, prefer to keep the texts—written proof that you weren’t crazy for being as head-over-heels as you were, that none of it was fake (to your knowledge at least).

So, you laid in bed, scrolling absentmindedly through your old texts. You tried not to get choked up at the thought of leaving it all behind—all the jokes, the chemistry, the memories shared. You were not fruitful in your task.

You aren’t normally the type of person to be angsty about showing emotions. You didn't like the thought of you growing too big for your britches, either—that you gained some sort of complex of being above humanity despite have minimal success. But this felt like something childish to cry over.

The thought—no, the reminder—of crying over him of all people made you reel in disgust. To think you wasted tears on him, of all people. The same tears you shed when your family dog died, when you held your baby cousin for the first time, when you left—

He wasn't worth any of them. In fact, he wasn’t worth salt, nor the dirt at the bottom of your shoes. But that's the funny thing about emotions; they defy all logic and reasoning. You knew what you were getting into when you hooked up the first time, and then the second, and the third. And yet, you still feel the immense grief and pain of a familiar memory.

You didn’t cry nearly as hard for any of your previous breakups. Sure, you occasionally thought about the guy you dated for two years, and same with the girl who used you dry then ran. Sometimes you shed a few tears over them, but it was always in the metaphorical sense. What if I did this thing, what if they did that thing, etcetera.

It’s unfair to compare most of your past exes to the selfish man that is Miya Atsumu and the entanglement he wrapped you in. Because ever since that morning you woke up to your number blocked and his ass far away where you can’t reach him, you noticed something about him.

There was something uniquely cruel within him, and it was revealed as you saw just who he was reflecting back at you—a visage of a man who cares for nobody but himself.

There was a time in which you did consider Atsumu to be human, but you have since revoked that right. After all, he approached you looking for a good time. He claimed to want a future with you, but he must’ve been confused. And when he was done milking you like a cow, he vanished. To his richer, prettier, socially acceptable girlfriend—pardon, fiancée.

He got the luxury of whoring around with you, while painting you as the evil, manipulative temptress. Never mind the fact that they were broken up, even if him cozying up in her bed when he should’ve been next to you complicated things. Yet not a single person raised hell to call him what he was—an arrogant, insecure, pampered little boy.

And now look at him. One of Japan’s darlings, an Olympic champion, and now a soon-to-be family man. Miya Atsumu got his way, as he always does. And you were the damn fool for playing the part.

You realized in an instant what had occurred, and with it came a pain that many fail to understand. You were used, both as a shield and as a glorified sex doll. But you weren’t even good enough—worth enough—to keep around. You just had to be tossed out when you weren’t a fun, shiny new toy anymore.

Desperately did you wish these past few months were all some sick, twisted dream, which you would awake from and laugh with your friends about. You’d tell them how, in the dream, you were dating a total douchebag with a serious Madonna-Whore complex, you graciously playing the whore, of course. But at least then you could wake up and breathe in relief that it wasn’t true.

The clock on your side table ticked silently, its hour hand barely past 6. You knew you had to rise soon and begin your day, but for now you were okay with laying and wallowing in your frustration. Only when you get it out of your system will you be able to think clearly and plan ahead.

Of all the girls he could’ve picked, Miya Atsumu picked you. Unfortunately for him, you had already sworn to yourself long ago to never be taken advantage of and made a fool ever again. And he has no idea what’s coming for him.

Someone, somewhere, must’ve said something along the lines of “There is inspiration to be found all around you.” In your groggy state of mind, you couldn’t be bothered to probe further as to who the quote belonged to. What you did know was that you were bombarded by such inspiration. And if you weren’t in such a rush for work, that would almost be a good thing.

Despite your aspirations of being a globally sensationalized popstar, you were still (for the mean time) just a normal person. A normal person with a large Twitter following, but one nonetheless. The money you took in from streaming was chump change, and any gigs willing to hire you would only cover a month of rent on a good day.

To put the god-awful cherry on top, you were now without a label. While being signed was supposed to help you get more attention and produce better quality music, it didn’t translate into anything tangible. After one album and three EPs, your label dropped you, along with an inconceivable amount of debt that you now owed them. Briefly you’ve considered picking up another job or two to pay for it all, but you weren’t sure if it would actually help—you weren’t college educated after all.

Still, you moved on with your life and have dropped songs here and there over the past four years. They all did significantly worse than your previous stuff—having minimal promotion, poor sound mixing, and no cohesion between them. It was during this period that you met Yachi, Asahi, and Terushima, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Those three have saved your ass from total irrelevancy many times over, and often just out of the goodness of their hearts.

It does make you feel as though you’re using them sometimes. Even though you know they mean well by refusing to accept payment from you, you still hate the idea of being indebted to them like you are with your old label.

You have to remind yourself that they’re nice people who would never do that to you. Not when they know how you’re so broke, you’ve taken to learning how to produce your own music and bought your own microphone with money you’ve saved over the years. You’ve even picked up a side gig DJ-ing at a popular Tokyo club. That’s what the majority of your followers know you from, unfortunately.

Regardless, you stumble through your tiny studio apartment, opening the small storage closet you workshopped into an actual closet, curtesy of your landlord.

“Where the hell did I put it…” you mutter.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as you try to pick out your apron among the mass of clothes threatening to fall off their hangers. It’s no use though—the black of your apron is bound to blend in with every other item you own.

Forcing a gap with both your arms, you hurriedly make your way through each hanger, panting at the weight pressing down on your hands. If it weren’t for the clatter of flimsy metal against wood, you likely wouldn’t have realized something fell. Gaze following the noise, you feel a pitter-patter in your heart at the sight.

The men's hoodie laid dead on your dusty floor, the number 13 across the back peeling away.

Of course he would leave it here. Was this supposed to be funny to him? Some sick, twisted mind game he was playing at you with so that he can live in your head? Or was he truly just such an airhead he didn't do his due diligence in cleaning house?

You knew it was the latter, but still...the blood boiled under your skin as you picked the hoodie up with your foot and slung it across your room as best you could. You'd rather be burned by the rays of a thousand suns than relieve the day you received it.

It took another five minutes before you found your work uniform and apron, quickly ushering yourself into your bathroom to get ready. Somehow, though, it seems the universe has it out for you today—everywhere you turned you were reminded of Atsumu, for worse.

You go to make your breakfast for once? There's leftovers of his still in the fridge. You wanted to be productive and throw out the trash before you left? Too bad, a shard of a plate he broke poked out of the bag and cut you. You go to grab your house keys by the door, fed up by this insanity? There's a matching keychain hanging off of it.

Truly, the ridiculousness of it all left you winded, slamming your door behind you before jogging down your apartment stairs. You just had to leave before it all became too much. Otherwise, then next time your coworkers saw you would be a broadcast from NHK on a woman jumping off the Tokyo Skytree.

As you approach a familiar stoplight, you relax slightly knowing the little cafe you work at is just a few blocks away. The light turns red right as you near it, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks. There are a few other people standing near you, most looking down at their phones or chatting casually.

For whatever reason though, as if you were possessed, you chose against burying your face in your phone and instead looked around the mini plaza. The buildings around you were covered in various promotional art and advertisements. It was there that you locked eyes with Miya Atsumu.

"I don't see what's so special over here." You tease, a smile tugging at your lips.

The blonde besides you cries out, "What?! It's totally the best spot in all of Tokyo!"

"And why should I believe you, 'Tsumu?"

His body moves before his mouth does, pointing directly behind and above you. You turn to look, only to be met by a giant billboard of his face.

"Because I'm in it, obviously." He's clearly proud of it by how his tone vibrates, though not quite confident as his ears are a pinkish-tinge.

You're silent for a few moments. The mammoth before you should feel mocking, as if making fun at your painful normalcy. But it doesn't. By some grace of God, Miya Atsumu is able to make you feel entirely okay with being 'normal', at least for the time being.

When you turn back towards him, he seems more nervous than before. His posture is tense, eyes searching yours while expecting disapproval. It's hard not to giggle at the way his own blow wide when you smile instead.

"Well...don't get too comfortable then, because I'll be up there next."

He laughs heartily, a sound you wish to keep inside a music box—a birdcage of your own making. You stumble forward as he swings an arm around your shoulder, leaning down to your ear.

"I'd like that, doll, but only if I'm in it with you."

The light of the crosswalk turns white, and you're sure you've never walked faster in your life.

Someone must’ve slipped an edible in your drink. That, or you’re still asleep and trapped in a bad dream. A nightmare, actually—the worst nightmare of all time possibly.

Your morning was actually rather uneventful up until this point, sans a few traumatic flashbacks. You arrived to work on time with seconds to spare, quickly tying your apron around your waist and shoving your keys and phone in the pockets. Thankfully your coworkers were kind enough to not mention your frazzled state and silently worked as you assumed your position at the register.

There was an even split of new customers and regulars—a college girl who you’ve served the same iced latte since she was in high school, a woman and her child who will fall to the floor in tears over a cake pop, and a man with the prettiest eyes behind his square glasses. You don’t have the privilege of knowing his order by heart, but the smile playing on his face makes you wish you did.

As you called out another name attached to another face in the crowd, you foolishly allowed yourself to believe today would be normal. It only took a sharp chime of the bell for that to change.

“Welcome in!” You call out the words before you look up.

You can sense the person approaching the counter, stopping a liberal distance away from yourself. They seem to not know what they want or aren't that big of a talker as the only noise you hear is the calm ambiance of the cafe. A heavy feeling of suspense washes over you at once, simultaneously willing you to look up and avoid eye contact. How weird.

Finally, you lift your gaze only to wish you never had.

(Correction: You wished, rather, that you were never born. That way you wouldn't be forced to interact with a disinterested Lia Handa as she stands before you.)

It seems Fate is a cruel mistress, and you have earned her ire today. That's fine. It's cool, even. So long as you pick the right dialogue options, you'll survive this interaction and maybe won't be turned into a gossip piece afterwards. If you weren't tripping on acid before, you definitely were now.

All your worry was misplaced, however, as Lia didn't make any comments towards you. She didn't even look in your general direction for that matter—eyes flipping between the menu and her phone with as much excitement as she could muster. None, it seems.

You suppose this is more favorable than her causing a needless scene or being overly rude and demanding. Still, it irks at you either way. The woman before you, while not your number one enemy, is certainly high up on your list. She allows her fans to harass and slander you despite herself being the homewrecker, and here she is in front of you acting...normal?

No, that's not even the word for it. She's acting as though you don't exist—and you're positive that if she even bothered to treat you as a human and not a mindless capitalist slave she would realize just who you are, and suddenly she would be acting a lot different.

She looks down at the pastry cabinet without much enthusiasm, as expected. Her eyes scanned long enough for it to be awkward before she pointed at one, forcing you to lean your head over to see the one she wanted. Oh, you hated her. Even if you didn't before, you sure as do now.

Still, you take out a small bag and reach into the cabinet to pull out the pastry. It was at that moment that Lia receives a call, cutting you off from asking her how many she wanted. She flips her hair over her should with a heavy sigh, pressing answer and holding the phone up to her ear. Her voice is lighting-quick, yet drags on long enough to be grating.

"Um, ma'am?" The words burned like a poison on your tongue. You consider ripping hers out as she doesn't glance at you, asking "What?" in thinly-veiled annoyance.

"How many do you want?"

She holds up two fingers, still talking and looking down as she fishes for her wallet in her purse. You place the bag with the pastries—cutely designed cookies you saw go viral on Instagram a few days ago—on the counter, swapping it for the credit card she placed. You briefly consider stealing her card information, but she'd surely notice and be even more pissed at you if you did. You can't go around ruining your own reputation like that!

Still, you're almost impressed at how skillfully she ignores you. It's so effectively aggravating you may have to start implementing it in your own life. After all, if you dare to complain about it to anyone else, they wouldn't understand the depth of how insulting it is. Especially as you're forced to watch her walk off, pastries in hand, while you're the only one left with any residual feelings.

Digging a hand into her brown paper bag, she balances her phone between her ear and shoulder. You notice how when she speaks in English, she talks a mile and minute, and if you were a better woman you would assume that was why she was so quiet. But you’re not, and you’re convinced she’s just a bitch.

There is a slim part of your humanity that wishes to crawl out, wishing to be fair for her sake. Maybe she’s just having a bad day, or gets shy talking in public. There are lots of people who feel more confident when posting content online versus interacting in person!

But as you watch her take a bite of that cookie, the words “Taste Me!” iced in baby blue on it, and witness as she reels in disgust and quickly spits it back out…yeah, you’re feeling like a bitch. Especially when a sentence pops into your head, as if sent down in the form of a prophecy by some higher being:

“You’ll just have to taste me when he’s kissing you.”

BLIND ITEMS! —

## this foreign-born beauty influencer was spotted at a cafe this morning trying pastries. however, from her cold demeanor towards staff to her loud talking on a not-so-important seeming phone call, it seems she lacks basic manners. the cherry on top is, of course, when she spit out her food as soon as she took a bite, right in front of the cashier. [revealed: lia handa]

## the self-proclaimed better-twin athlete seems to be living out his final bachelor days. he was caught making out with a fan at a party before downing way too many drinks to be sexy. he then proceeded to make a drunken fool of himself, much to the discomfort of everyone else. [revealed: miya atsumu]

sera_pent. NOOOOO NOT MY FAVS

kelpkelp. y is any1 surprised? lol — justagirl. ikr, as if they haven't been on an off since forever

elmosupremecy. heartless influencers being heartless influencers, shocking ! — leobaby. right, like ofc your fav is awful, they're fucking famous — garagoesgaga. as if your fav is better, yet you worship the ground she walks on — elmosupremecy. does y/n just live in your head rent free? literally get a life LMAO

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NOTES! —

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It’s come to my attention that in all my notes, I appear to be a serial yapper…I was going to make this one shorter but I changed my mind, so too bad! Anyways, this chapter was very cathartic to write LOL. I, too, was cheated on in the not-so-distant past (aka 2 years ago), but I still feel the effects of it every now and then. To me, it felt exactly as I described it within Y/N, so I hope it resonates with someone else!

Anyways, I fear the last chapter was a flop…at least in my books LOL. I promise I’m not trying to rush through anything—Y/N being insecure is not a plot point of this story, so think of her lowest low as a fruitful beginning! Hence the title LOL. Besides, I think writing text convos is my least developed skill—I’m much more in my element writing full paragraphs, which is saying something since this chapter is pretty janky at parts. So! This is a very convoluted way to say that i changed some of the screenshots towards the end of last chapter, so go back and read that if you want back in on the loop! It's nothing too serious (I think) but just some minor things. I might also change Asahi's thoughts on Y/N but likely not, since it's not really meant to be an 'accurate' reflection of her character, just how he sees her yk.

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[pandoramyst]

dilf!jake taking care of his children (reader age gap)

dating jake came with the additional weight of parenting, something you weren’t familiar with. you had no trouble getting along with the baby of the family as you had met Tuk when she was just a newborn. all of jake’s children were conceived using his DNA and a formula provided by the RDA as jake swore he was too busy to find a mate.

he took Kiri under his wing a few months after lo’ak was born making their connection practically telepathic. spider came into the family just a few years later, completing their family. you and jake met when his oldest was still quite young so you were the first mother figure they had. they welcomed you as much as you welcomed them.

it didn’t take long for them to start calling you mom and although it seemed foreign at first considering how young you were yourself, you warmed up to it very quickly.

going from whining to you about the outfits you put them in or waking up to their intoxicating giggles, you enjoyed every moment of motherhood. especially those moments when they sought comfort in your embrace. it ensured you even more that they really did see you as a mother.

but the best part about raising children with jake was watching him grow as a father. watching him teach his boys how to fight but immediately holding them back when he senses any danger, afraid to lose them. or when he clenches his jaw when young boys approach his daughter and you have to hold him back and remind him that they are just kids.

your favorite view is from afar. watching him be vulnerable around his children when he doesn’t have to force a harsh visage. 

“Me next daddy!!” kiri exclaimed as jake finished marking lo’ak’s height on the bamboo trunk.

“Okay okay, line up behind neteyam,” the oldest stood in front of the tree, back against the rough bark. jake’s knife touched neteyam’s head as he forced the blade into the wood.

“how tall is he, dad, how tall is he?” lo’ak pulled on his father’s loincloth and the older man smiled at his eagerness.

“He’s that tall,” he pulled the knife from the tree, staring at the previous marks he had made. the children cheered but jake only pulled up the corners of his lips slightly, to conceal how emotional he got. he couldn’t cry in front of his kids, he wouldn’t let himself do that. 

“here, spider wanna try?” jake handed him the knife and patted his head.

“Yeah!!!” he stood in front of the tree, waiting for kiri to take her position against it. jake walked up the wooden stairs to the small patio he had made for you. he used the wood from the trees to create a small wooden platform that hung from the tree branches.

you were holding tuk in your arms who you had wrapped in a soft blanket, and who was sleeping soundly while you rocked her. jake appeared in front of you, leaning down to peck your lips. 

“you okay?”

“of course I am,” he sat next to you, placing his hand on your baby bump. he leaned over to look at his daughter, ignoring the obvious.

you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it as he leaned closer into your warmth.

“I saw you,” he closed his eyes as he sensed you knew what was going through his head. he let a few tears fall onto your hand, quickly wiping the new ones away. 

“when did they grow so much? I mean, did I miss it or something?” your thumb wiped away his tears, and you leaned to kiss his forehead.

“time flies by fast, but they are still here jake. they won’t go anywhere,”

he nodded, picking his head back up and wiping the wetness off his face. he looked down at you affectionately.

“neteyam asked me if he could come hunting with me this morning,” you smiled at your son’s ambition and bravery, looking at him from afar.

“Jake,” you paused looking into his sore eyes. “let him explore, I know you want to protect them but teaching him things will keep him safer. you can’t always be with him, you know?” you twirled one of his dreads, wrapping it around your finger. his focus fell toward your baby bump,

“well at least I can still protect you,” the baby in your belly kicked the surface as if she could hear her father’s voice. the man giggled and pressed a kiss to your skin.

“technically I'm the one protecting her but okay,” you rolled your eyes prompting jake’s eyes to shrink as he to let out a loud laugh.

he bit his bottom lip, dragging it through his teeth as he looked down at your lips, “and who protects you huh?” you winked at him and leaned in to give him a kiss. 

[milesluna]

My Favorite Games of 2023.

Hi. Hello. Thanks ever so much for clicking on this page. Happy to have you.

First thing's first: I'm a little freak when it comes to video games. I don't feel the need to beat most games I play. From Software is one of my favorite studios in the industry and I've never finished a single one of their games. This means, fortunately, that I get to play a LOT more games than the average bear.

I've written up some blurbs about my top ten favorite games from 2023, but before that here's the list of every game I remember playing this year that left any sort of lasting impact on me (in no particular order):

Dead Space Remake Resident Evil 4 Remake F-Zero 99 Humanity Dredge Metroid Prime Remastered Anemoiaplois Alan Wake 2 Baldur’s Gate 3 LoZ Tears of the Kingdom Counter Strike 2 Hunt Showdown El Paso Elsewhere Jusant Slay the Princess| Remnant II The Finals Street FIghter 6 Lethal Company BattleBit Remastered Don’t Scream Homebody The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog Pizza Tower World of Horror Super Mario Wonder Mr. Sun’s Hatbox Fifa 23 Sea of Stars (Demo) Half-Life (25th Anniversary Update)

And the games I played that were NOT released in 2023:

Unpacking Persona 4 Golden Picross 7 The Order 1886 Shovel Knight Dig Lost Planet: Extreme Condition Spider-Man: Miles Morales Pac-Man Championship Edition DX Project Zomboid Quake LoZ The Minish Cap Drill Dozer Wario Land 4 Pokemon Pinball Resident Evil Revelations Summer of ‘58 Trackmania TwinCop We Were Here Visage Cursed Halo CE Half-Life 2 (I probably play this once per year) Witch Hunt Red Dead Redemption 2 Cyberpunk 2077 Borderlands 3 Brutal Legend Cultic Slay the Spire PUBG Rez Infinite Batman Arkham City Alan Wake Alan Wake: American Nightmare Max Payne LoZ: Majora’s Mask 3DS Metroid Prime Metroid Prime 2 Tunic Everhood Final Fantasy VII Final Fantasy VII Remake GOODBYE WORLD Yakuza: Like a Dragon Critters for Sale Dome Keeper Phasmophobia Hades Nintendo Switch Sports

Now that you understand the kind of freak you're dealing with…

Let's dive into my top ten favorite games from this objectively fucked up year.

10. El Paso Elsewhere Developed by Texas indie studio Strange Scaffold, El Paso Elsewhere is a Max Payne-clone with vampires, an opinionated narrator, and lots and lots of bullet time. As a small studio punching well above their weight class, Strange Scaffold leans into abstract, PlayStation 1 minimalism when it comes to visuals and pairs them with a soundtrack that will make your hands sweat. The vibes are here and they're ready for the end of the world. I'm personally also a big fan of everything this studio stands for.

9. Mr. Sun's Hatbox I want you to imagine Metal Gear Solid V. Now I want you to imagine that game as a 2D, level-based, slapstick platformer you can play with up to three friends. If you think that sounds stupid, you'd be right. And it's beautiful. As you build up a secret army of soldiers with various skills (and disorders), you'll start to develop *favorites*. This game constantly asks if you're willing to send those favorites on a harrowing mission and risk losing them forever… or if you'd rather send an idiot you recently captured who blinks constantly and can't kill anyone without fainting.

8. Dredge Every year I feel like I find one game that falls into the “just one more round” category, and baby… Dredge was it for 2023. As a weary fisherman in strange waters, you'll make the most out of your 12 measly hours of sunlight only for your daily voyages to inevitably pull you into the darkness of night, and night is when things get weird. Rocks emerge from the fog that you swear weren't there before, your equipment malfunctions, and you're pretty sure you just saw something in the water… something big. Despite only containing a small collection of islands, the world of Dredge manages to feel vast - perhaps vast enough to swallow you whole.

7. Resident Evil 4 Remake I was curious to see what sort of changes would be made to the timeless classic and father of modern 3rd person shooters, Resident Evil 4. I wasn't let down. RE4 Remake takes all the things that didn't age well about the original, tossed them out, and replaced them with only good things. And MORE things! It's campy, fun, and better than a game of bingo.

6. Jusant I really feel like this one didn't get the recognition it deserves. Jusant is a rock climbing game that combines the quiet contemplation of Journey with the mechanical specificity of Death Stranding. Unlike Death Standing, though, there is very little story to interrupt your flow. There are plenty of collectible bits to find for those curious to learn more about what happened before the events of the game, but the environmental storytelling does most of the heavy lifting. For me, the joy of the game comes from how it feels. Right trigger controls your right hand grip, and left trigger controls left hand grip. Plan your route, manage your stamina, and climb high above the clouds in search of answers.

5. F-Zero 99 This. Shit. Slaps. I've never been a big F-Zero guy, but this MADE me one. The “battle royale”, 99 player format is the perfect fit for the ruthless, high octane world of the game. Races last about three minutes, and friend, they are the most intense, white-knuckled three minutes of your life. The decision to make your boost meter the same as your health meter started in F-Zero 64 (I believe), and it is so much more HARROWING in this game when another player could side-swipe you mere meters from the finish line and blow you to bits. Sadly it's only playable via Switch Online, but it made me cheer, laugh, and scream enough this year to earn a spot in my top 5.

4. Alan Wake 2 Remedy makes weird games that also manage to exist in the AAA space and for that I will forever love them. Although Alan Wake 2 resembles a 3rd person shooter survival horror, I'd honestly say it's more of a narrative game than anything else. There's sidequests, there's puzzles, there's upgradeable skills, but at the end of the day the characters, world, and story are what kept me playing. If you haven't checked them out recently, you should definitely watch a story recap of the original games before diving into this sequel, but the wild swings for the fences this game takes are well worth that small price of admission. There's a god damn musical number, for Christ's sake.

3. The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom I've really got nothing to say about this game that most people don't already know. It's incredible. The fact that Nintendo made a game that redefined an entire genre and then made a SEQUEL to it that ups the ante is remarkable. To be honest, I've only cleared the Rito, Zora, and Goron cities. I got a bit tired of exploring the depths and guiding Koroks to their friends, but I can't deny the sheer level of complexity and polish on display here. I saw someone on TikTok build a functioning Mecha Godzilla in this game. Good God. I've heard that the ending of this game is one of the best in the franchise, and if I'd seen it this year then it may have wound up higher on my list, but for the time being I'll continue picking up this masterpiece from time to time, chipping away at it until the day comes that I can finally smack the tits off thicc Ganondorf.

2. Half-Life (25th Anniversary Update) I know I'm gonna get shit for this, but I don't care. This year was the 25th anniversary of Half-Life and Valve released an update that made playing it (and it's online Death Match) much more accessible. I threw it on my Steam Deck out of curiosity, expecting to play for 20 minutes. I could not put it down. It is unbelievable how modern this game still feels. I simply had so much fun sprinting through the corridors of Black Mesa with a dozen weapons strapped to my back, blasting aliens and military Spec-Op chumps as a 24(?!) year old theoretical physicist.

1. Baldur's Gate III This game is fucked up, man. The sheer amount of writing in this game scares me. We can all talk about how BIG this game is, it deserves it, but the thing BG3 does better than any other role playing game I have ever experienced is actually encourage roleplaying. I've played through Act I four times now, with four different groups of friends, and it has felt fresh every time. I have seen the same events play out in so many different ways that it boggles the mind, but in every one of those play sessions I see players asking themselves “What would my lil guy do here?” rather than "what is the best thing to do here?" The game rewards players constantly for just trying shit and the D&D 5e rule set means playing like the character you said you were from the start leads to frequent Points of Inspiration. Maybe one day I'll see the end of this story (probably not), but I don't have to in order to feel a connection with BG3's world, characters, and most impressively, the characters I made myself.

Honorable Mentions for 2023

5. Dave the Diver 4. Homebody 3. Sea of Stars 2. Humanity 1. Super Mario Wonder

Top 5 Favorites NOT from 2023

5. Metroid Prime 4. Final Fantasy VII Remake 3. Cursed Halo (Halo CE Mod) 2. Red Dead Redemption 2 1. Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (3DS)

Games I didn't have a chance to play from 2023 but still want to when I find more time...

Viewfinder Venba Chants of Sennaar Thirsty Suitors Hi-Fi Rush Moonring Armored Core VI Laika Aged Through Blood Bomb Rush Cyberfunk

OKAY THANKS BYE!

[ebongawk]

"Baby, baby, baby," Eddie practically shouted as he kicked his way into the apartment. Chrissy jumped from her curled up position on the couch, the book in her hands nearly launched across the room.

"Oh, my God," she laughed breathlessly, laying a hand over her heart. "Eddie, Jesus."

"Sorry," he said, not sounding particularly apologetic at all. "But you will never guess what I found at the store!"

He was holding up a paper grocery sack like it was a trophy, having dropped three other sacks when he barged in, and Chrissy's eyes darted between it and him incredulously.

"Groceries."

"Har, har." The grin still stretched over his cheeks made his sarcastic laughter almost genuine. "No. Well. Yes, but." With a flourish, he tore the paper bag away, revealing another plastic bag beneath. Chrissy blinked at it.

"Chicken nuggets?"

"Dinosaur chicken nuggets!" he shouted, evidently very pleased with his discovery. "The most epically childish thing in existence! One hit of these is guaranteed nostalgia!"

Pursing her lips around a grin, Chrissy shrugged. "I've never had them before."

Eddie looked at her for a long moment. The expression he wore when he wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and coddle her, which slipped into his eyes every time she admitted something sordid about her own childhood.

Instead, he just grinned, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh, sweetheart. You're in for a treat."

...

Two hours later, the oven was just finished baking their costumed chicken.

Eddie and Chrissy were also just finished baking.

She was sitting on the couch again, relaxed and riding the buzz of their shared joint as Eddie set a plate piled high with nuggets on the coffee table. Adorned on either side by ranch dressing, buffalo sauce, and barbecue sauce, he traipsed across the living room to load Predator into the VCR and plop down beside her.

"Dig in, sweetness," Eddie said, easy smile and red-rimmed eyes half-focused as he fast-forwarded through the movie previews. Chrissy leaned forward, plucking the nugget off the top as Eddie grabbed a couple and dipped them into various sauces.

Chrissy stared at the little nugget in her hand.

It was clearly a stegosaurus. The ridges on its back like fish scales and the curve of its spine made it easy to identify. It was ridiculous, how some tiny fried piece of chicken could take on the form of another animal, wasn't it? Even if that animal had been extinct for millions and millions of years. And the stegosaurus would never know that humans created a little snack to emulate its visage. They would never know that humans existed at all.

"Chrissy?" Eddie asked, his mouth half-full of her little stegosaurus's friends. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Her eyes suddenly blurred, and Chrissy let out a hitched breath.

"Oh. Shit. Sweetness." She could feel Eddie's hands on her shoulders, trying to turn her body toward him as she held that tiny little chicken nugget in her palm. Staring at his grainy little body even if she couldn't see him. "Baby, are you okay? Are you having trouble with this kind of food right now? I could make–– Well. Uh. I don't know if I can make anything, but––"

"He's just––" She broke off with another sob, thrusting her hands toward where she assumed Eddie's face was to show him the stegosaurus. "He's just so cute, Eddie! Look at him!"

She couldn't see Eddie through her tears, but she felt his hands squeeze her shoulders once, then twice, as she ran her fingertip over the tiny breadcrumb ridges of the stegosaurus's spine.

"Chrissy––"

"He doesn't even know that he's edible!" she cried. "He's just trying to live his little dinosaur life and be adorable!"

Eddie laughed, bodily pulling her into his arms until she was tucked up against his chest.

"Oh, baby girl," he cooed, rocking her back and forth. "He is pretty cute, isn't he?"

"Yes," she pouted. "He's just–– He's just a baby, Eddie! I can't eat him!"

"He's an herbivore, y'know? He was gonna get eaten in the Jurassic period too. You're just playing your part in the circle of life."

"I'm not a t-rex!" Chrissy retorted, unable to keep from crying harder. "And h-he doesn't deserve that! He's too cute!"

Eddie's laughter rumbled against her, bubbling up from his chest and tucked into her hair. Affronted, Chrissy looked up at him.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, princess, no," he said quickly, his nose scrunched up in humor. "No, it's just–– Baby, he's just a nugget. He's not even a real stegosaurus."

"I don't care," she huffed around her own laugh, looking down at the little nugget in her hand. The tears had begun to dry on her cheeks, and she nuzzled into Eddie's chest as she continued holding the stegosaurus close.

"You're literally too adorable for words, Cunningham." She felt the tell-tale sign of lips pressed against her crown as Eddie slowly stroked his fingers up and down her spine. After a moment, he let out a long sigh. "Should I put our reptilian friends away and order a pizza instead?"

"Yes," Chrissy replied, still pouting a little. "We can't eat them, Eddie, they're just babies."

A finger came up beneath her chin, gently tilting her head back until she had to look up at him. Those chocolate eyes she loved so much danced with mirth, lips twisted like he wanted desperately to conceal his smile. Which he was doing a poor job of.

"We'll see how you feel about it when you're sober," he acquiesced. "For now, how does pepperoni and hamburger sound?"

Chrissy grinned, leaning up to kiss him in lieu of an answer.

[winged-self-indulgence]

Part (?)

“Oh Dove~” Z’s voice carried on the night wind, echoing through the dark trees. A low, lilting drawl that raked across your skin and threaded into your ears. You would have covered them, but then how else would you be able to hear his footsteps crunching over the damp leaves and sticks that littered the forest floor? How else would you divine the direction of the mocking whisper drifting on the breeze? “Where are you, my little human? Come on out, sweetheart. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, hm?”

Swallowing back the scream in your throat, you pushed yourself further into the shadows, pressing your back hard against the wide trunk of the birch tree you had chosen for shelter. Your options had been severely limited – a large boulder, some bushes, and a stack of tires someone had dumped. There weren’t many places to hide. Not without running deeper into the darkness and risking discovery.

It was fine. You would be fine, you reminded yourself on a deep breath. You just needed to stay still, stay quiet, and the demon would eventually look elsewhere. Then this whole game would be over.

Z’s steps were in no way silent. The demon stalked the moonlit darkness with utter temerity, every rustle and crack igniting every instinct in you that begged you to run, run, run.

“You know something?” Z asked. His tone was almost conversational, and in the silence, it rang out like a beacon just taunting you to try and escape. There was an odd quality to it as well, a raspy undercurrent that you had never heard before. Or perhaps you had, but without any other ambient noise it seemed far more obvious to your human ears. “I’m a little hurt. You ran away so quickly, baby. What, did I frighten you?”

A sharp crack split the air as though to punctuate the statement, and you clapped your hands over your mouth to muffle the shocked noise inside your throat. You waited breathlessly for a long moment, but the forest remained eerily silent, with only the distant sound of faraway cars and whispering branches to disrupt the quiet. You waited some more, a frown creasing your forehead. Was Z just…standing there?

Slowly, oh so slowly, you pushed upwards and craned your neck around the tree trunk – eyes scanning the dimness for Z and the source of the noise. You didn’t find the former, but it did not take long to find the latter.

The boulder, the massive moss-covered rock, had been cracked cleanly in half. The moonlight shone through the canopy of leaves, illuminating a stony visage with five jagged claw marks gouged at least an inch deep as though it were made of clay.

A warm breath on the base of your neck froze you in place, even as goosebumps erupted over your skin. A feather-light touch against the back of your neck spurred you to life, but you scarcely had enough time to roll onto your knees before a clawed, silver-clad hand slammed into the bark by the side of your head hard enough to shake the whole tree.

Z grinned, all vicious teeth and even more desperate greed as he backed you up tighter against the tree with a smug, “Found you~." The hand not imprisoning you in place curled over your chin, a firm hand squeezing the sides of your jaw until your mouth had no choice but to open wide for a finger, and then another.

"Behind a tree?" Z clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, pressing his thumb against the inner side of your cheek so that the skin bulged cutely on the outside. "Be honest with me Dove, were you trying to get caught?”

You didn’t reply. There was no point and no time to hesitate. Instead, you rolled to the side, staggered to your feet and bolted. If there was less adrenaline crowding your brain, you might have realized how easy your escape had been, that they’d let you run away. You might have noticed the way the trees began to warp in on themselves, the trampled path twisting in and out of itself in repetitive loops.

But all you could pay attention to were the eyes. Scarlet will ‘o’ the wisps hovering at the edges of your vision, ahead of you, behind you. The gleeful cackle reverberating all around you, the snap of teeth at your heels, the scratch of claws on your back.

“You aren’t getting away that easily, sweetheart,” Z called out to you in a voice that came from the sky, the grass, inside your chest where your heart beat like a war drum. “Sooner or later, you’ll have to stop, and then you’ll be all mine.”

[ventingfanfics]

Best Girlfriend

Shuri just arrived at your place, but her coming directly to you is being delayed. Your family is talking her head off downstairs, not that she seems to mind. She graciously  interacts with them. The only thing better than coming here to see you is your family welcoming it. A part of you considers half-jokingly saying: Hey, can I have my girlfriend back?

You choose not to, however, and stay laid up on your bed idly watching a Christmas movie on BET+.

When Shuri finally makes it to you, both your faces gleam. You get up to greet her and she gives you the biggest hug, wrapping you up in her love. The kiss you share is even longer than the embrace. For a moment, you believe that all is right with your world. While having someone in your life like Shuri is incredible in of itself, it doesn’t make your life perfect. But it sure as hell makes it better. 

“I think you missed me,” she says with a full smile before following you to your bed. She’s so busy watching you that by the time she asks you about the movie you’re watching, you can’t help but chortle. You press one of those buttons on the remote to get more information on the film and she nods, humming inquisitively. It has some of her attention but she’s more interested in you. “So how are you, baby?” 

“Happy you’re here,” you said, sending her a sweet smile. 

“I know, baby, me too. How was your day?”

You shrug, not even smiling a little bit, the memories of today making your chest woozy. Realizing Shuri can practically see through you, you attempt to relax your visage and laugh at something in the movie. 

You feel a gentle caress on your belly and this carries on as you two watch the movie. Then, you shake your head in realization. “I didn’t even ask about your day…”

Shuri chuckles. “I told you, remember? Over text.”

You then remember her mentioning that work was work and that she couldn’t wait to see you, and how she would be seeing her nephew again soon. “Yeahhh, that’s right. My bad, I remember now. Sorry, babe.”

“No worries, baby,” she cooed and kissed your forehead. “Can you come closer though? You’re too far.” She laughs some and without waiting for an answer, she slides you in between her legs, with your back on her front. A sensation trickles through your scalp as she massages your natural curly hair. 

“I’m getting it braided,” you mention.

“Ooh, I know it’s gonna be so pretty. Like always.” Shuri’s always complimenting your hair. She’s a fan of every hairstyle you rock. 

“You need to start learning how to braid.” You give her a look.

“I will. You won’t even have to get it done from someone else.” She’s about to ask when you’re planning to get your braids when she notices you part your lips. She lets the words die on her tongue and listens to you. 

“Babe, I didn’t have the best day today,” you admit. You like making eye contact with her, however, it’s easier to say this while not. “It’s okay,” you chuckle and glance up at her when you notice she goes still. She’d even stopped playing in your hair. Simpering, she slowly resumes her ministrations. “Maybe you need to move in.” Of course that’s a joke, but there’s a reason you say it. “What you experienced downstairs when you came? It hasn’t felt like that here in…all year, basically.”

You add that sometimes you feel concerned about your parents and that you think they should seek counseling, especially one of your parents in particular. 

“Is this why you have’t been sleeping?” 

“Huh?” She’s slow to speak. “Damn, is it that obvious?”

“Well, Y/N, I know we often stay up all night talking, but even on days we don’t, you’re not getting a proper night’s rest…and you’re not eating that much…” 

You sat up. “Who told you that?”

“Your family, baby.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really? Did they also tell you that they need help?”

Shuri sighs a bit, looking off to the side. “No. Look, Y/N, baby, this was my first time hearing any of this.” Now she’s eyeing you earnestly. “Is the drama taking a toll on you?” She grasps your jaw when you attempt to avoid eye contact. 

“I guess it is. But like you said, we also stay up late too.”

“Maybe we’ll have to change that.”

“It’s how we keep this long distance alive,” you said, looking at her like she’s crazy. 

“Yes, love, but I thought you were getting rest on the other days.” She rubs your knee and gives it a small squeeze. “Family drama can be tough. I think you should talk to them. They can already see something is wrong. Tell them where you stand. Give them an ultimatum.”

“It’s funny you say that because I am planning to move soon.”

“With me?” 

You’ve discussed your plans to get your own place, and Shuri has offered on multiple occasions for you to live in Wakanda with her. 

“There’s no one else I’d rather live with,” you tell her. 

“Rather?” She repeats and you laugh. 

“You know I would love to live with you, but just let me get settled first.”

She nods. “No rush, mamas. Did I say that right?”

You giggle and confirm that she did. “I’m proud of you!” 

After a beat, she kisses your cheek gently. “I promise that things will look up. I’ll be right here to help you through it all. We have to start taking better care of ourselves.” You hug her waist and feel comforted by her chin atop your head. “Can I make a request?” You nod in the crook of her neck and she smiles lazily. “Use your words, mamas.”

“Yes, baby. How can I help you?” Amusement fills your air. 

“I care about every little detail about you, so what would make you think I wouldn’t care about your pain?” Her eyes are already locked on you when you look up. You just look back at her, feeling somewhat like a child. “I ask, please, that you let me in. I can’t force you, but you can come to me, Y/N. Even if I’m at the lab.” She rolls her eyes, laughing when you say “Whoa” about the latter. “Please, promise me, princess.”

You look right at her. “I promise. But you have to promise me as well. I care just as much about you and want to have your back always.”

Her gaze is full of affection and conviction. “I’m so lucky to have someone as beautiful as you, who truly cares about me—the person.”

You smile and bring her into a tender kiss that she gladly indulges. Because you’re having a moment, she keeps it chaste. When your lips take a break from each other, you tell her she’s the best girlfriend. 

“I’m glad you know this about yourself, Y/N.” 

You spend the next minute or so outdoing each other with the compliments, neither of you refusing to back down. You pout when you notice her trying to leave. Her laugh is melodic and she’s quick to press a kiss to your neck. “I’m not going far, my love.” You watch with a furled brow and then chuckle when she retrieves your hair container. She sets it down and smoothly arches a brow of her own, holding up one of the small tooth combs, silently asking for your permission.

“I want to test out my braiding skills,” Shuri says earning a grin.

To her delight you say, “Let’s see what you got. But please, be gentle.” 

“Always,” she reminds you. “Can I choose the next movie?” 

[takeyourcyanide]

Cute

(This is a fic I wrote because I was bored. It’s a bit different from what I typically write, but I wanted to get something out while I’m working on a fic centered around Stein ending up in a facility, and maybe even the battle where Sid ended up with baby Blackstar. Also, this is not necessarily meant to be read romantically, but Marie clearly has some romantic feelings for him. They are not necessarily requited.)

Stein has never been and will never be allowed to truly be himself. If Stein were to let loose and embrace all of himself, he’d practically face crucifixion. After all, psychopathic traits weren’t always looked upon favorably. Most of his traits weren’t perceived favorably, unless in a specific situation in which such traits must have been called for. Stein’s brain was and is neurobiologically, and overall, fundamentally different from the majority of the world’s. That is why staring into her eyes is like staring into a mocking mirror. She is the very embodiment of all he has attempted to, at the very least, lightly suppress. She represents the part of him that simply wishes to let loose and indulge in his impulses. She is mocking, for she serves as a cruel reminder that he cannot run, nor can he possibly hide from himself, and she laughs maniacally whilst doing as such. This knowledge of which Stein has tried his hardest to repress, Medusa incessantly reminds him of. But what else is he meant to do? Whether he gives in or not, he will be miserable. Such a lifestyle would not be sustainable. But at least it would be pleasurable. Even if only every once in a while. For at his core, he is nothing if not an addict and a hedonist. An addict and a hedonist who felt as though he was an overgrown child at times, abandoned in a foreign planet. For just like a small child, he cannot understand “basic human concepts.”

While Stein enjoys introspection, analysis, and solving complex problems, this was all extremely disorienting to think about. Especially when the mocking woman was stood directly in front of him. “You know it’s not you, Stein. You’re so pitifully cute when you try so hard to be something you’ll never be,” Medusa says in a condescending, almost flirtatious tone of voice. Her mouth outstretches farther than should be possible, as ear-piercing laughter echoes in the DWMA’s break room. Stein immediately covered his ears, curling in on himself as the volume of her laughter only increased. He began repeatedly hitting his head with his hands, before sitting down on the floor and rocking his body back and forth. The sound of her mockery reverberated off of the screw sticking out of his head, causing his head to feel as though it was a gong of which had just been beat upon. The lights in the break room seemed to have brightened. His clothes suddenly felt more uncomfortable, as though they had changed into a texture he was repulsed by. The floor looked as though it was breathing. The walls began to swirl. Everything was far too much.

“Franken?” Said Marie, curious as to why the meister was rocking himself, beating himself, holding his ears, and overall, just erratic-appearing. All of the sudden all went silent. The laughter had ceased. The walls and flooring were perfectly normal. The lights were no longer brighter than a star. Stein ceased his self-soothing, as well as self-harming. He slowly turned his head towards the confused and certainly concerned woman. “Marie?” Replied Stein, who Marie regarded as not only being even paler than usual, but also as having unusually and crazily wide-opened eyes. Another thing Marie noticed was that his eyes looked slightly watery, as though Stein was on the brink of tears. But no, that cannot be. He is not the type to weep. Even more concerning. Apart from that, however, the expression he wore on his visage was entirely indiscernible.

“Are you all right? What are you doing in here? You never go in here,” Marie confusedly asks and states. “Don’ know why‘m in here either. Was bored. Don’ wanna speak,” Stein slurs his words together, barely even pronouncing his R’s, in a childlike manner. This worried Marie greatly. Typically speaking, her friend enunciates very well, and speaks quite technically and formally. Stein also wasn’t making very much sense, and sure he’s had his moments in the past, but given the situation, this is far more worrying than usual. Not to mention how tired he looks. He has eye bags deeper than the Mariana Trench, and dark circles darker than a starless night sky. The man doesn’t blink very often, this time being no exception, but the few times he has so far, he has blinked deeply and slowly. He looks as though he might fall asleep on the break room floor.

“Let’s get you home, Stein,” Marie walks over to the clearly over-exhausted man, lifting him up and allowing him to lean on her shoulder as they walk out of the break room, and out of the school.

Stein was deeply resisting the urge to suck on his thumb. When Marie interrupted his hallucination, he almost immediately felt…small. Extremely young, even. Like a baby. He felt like that same small child that had no understanding of the emotional humans around him. That same child who learned of the invisible barrier of which existed between him and others. The same child that, while loved his solitude, ultimately realized he’d never not be alone in this world. Because he can never show anyone the extent of his soul. He is unable to love and form human connections like his peers. He cannot empathize nor sympathize. He doesn’t experience guilt, remorse, shame, humiliation, and the likes. This, in a special way, upsets him deeply. Sometimes he wishes he could just be normal. Wouldn’t it be easier?

All of those feelings, all at once. The fact that he has to suppress himself and no one else does. They are allowed to exist, he is not. All of that made him feel so terribly small. Even as a child, seldom did Stein cry. And yet he has been fighting back tears ever since Medusa began laughing.

Stein simply tucked his head into the crook of Marie’s small neck.

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The sun was already setting by the time Marie and Stein had made it back to his laboratory.

Once inside, Marie sat him down onto the loveseat in a gentle and caring manner in his small living room. He looked to be half asleep.

“Are you hungry, Stein? Would you like me to make something to eat?” Marie asks sweetly, a curious furrow in her brows.

“Not hungry,” Stein responded tiredly. He still felt, in a way, small. He felt himself alone. The world around him felt unreal and fantastical.

Stein allowed his oddly heavy head to rest delicately upon Marie’s abdomen. He strangely hoped that Marie would run her fingers through his hair, as she sometimes did, if he exposed his scalp to her a bit more.

Stein’s wishes were answered, as Marie began to lovingly play with his hair and scratch his scalp, just the way he likes it.

“Come on. How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” Sighs Marie in suspicion.

A silence falls between the two.

“That question wasn’t rhetorical, Franken,” Marie stated flatly. Stein lightly groaned at the notion.

“This morning,” responded Stein. Of course the man was hungry. He felt famished. He was simply too tired to eat, and just wanted to sleep.

“You should really eat more, Stein. That isn’t healthy,” Marie scolded worriedly. She was always rather motherly towards her friends.

“I’m going to make some dinner for us both,” stated Marie as she began walking away. Stein groaned once more, as he felt the soothing fingers retreat from his scalp, and the abdomen he was resting on leave.

“You’re awfully whiny and needy today, aren’t you?” Marie giggles, playfully poking fun at Stein and the cute little pout on his face.

“Stein” and “cute” and the same sentence. Huh.

“I can make something small. I won’t force you to even finish it. How about that?”

“…Fine.”

Marie exclaimed a little “Yes!” from within her mind in victory, as she walked to the little kitchen in Stein’s laboratory.

Stein flopped his back and head against the back of the loveseat, resting his arm across the top and spreading his legs. He let out an exasperated sigh as he drifted off.

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Marie finished cooking the chicken and rice she decided to make. She figured that would be relatively light, nothing too crazy. Not to mention the fact that there really weren’t many foods the odd man ate. Stein had always been a picky eater.

It was just another trait of his she found annoyingly cute. A bit weird, but cute, as she’d watch him dissect his food in order to pick out all of the “good”sections of chicken and meat and such, and leave out the “bad” parts.

Marie placed the food upon two plates (of which she had to bring into the laboratory) and walked into the living room with said plates in her soft hands. She placed the food onto the brown coffee table, straightened her back, fixed her skirt, and turned to get a good look at the unconventionally cute man.

Stein had fallen asleep. His head was laid on the top of the couch, facing the ceiling. His mouth was slightly hung open. Marie chuckled lightly to herself as he stepped over to shake him lightly awake.

“Stein? Stein. Wake up,” Marie kindly and quietly spoke, shaking his shoulders.

Stein’s head began to move slightly, as his brows furrowed and he lifted himself upright. His eyes opened slowly.

That “small” feeling, in a way, still remained. But was not nearly as strong now that he feels a little better.

“Marie?” Said Spirit aloud, groggily.

“Dinner is ready,” Marie responded, grabbing his plate and placing it onto his lap.

Marie stared at Stein expectantly, waiting for him to eat a little and to hopefully enjoy it.

“Uh.. Marie?”

“What is it, Stein? Is there something wrong?”

“You didn’t bring out any silverware.”

Oh.

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry! I’m so forgetful sometimes!” Marie exclaimed, surprised, scurrying away quickly to the kitchen. Stein tiredly laughed at this.

Marie came back with the proper utensils, and sat down beside Stein. She took her own plate into her lap and gave both Stein and herself silverware.

Marie began to eat, but soon noticed Stein’s struggle to do as such.

She took the fork from his hand, put an adequate amount of chicken onto the fork, and stuck it in his mouth. The confused look on Stein’s face made it seriously worth it.

“Haha! You should see the look on your face! Now chew!” Marie laughed, amused.

After chewing and swallowing, Stein asked, “Why did you just feed me, Marie?”

“Well, you weren’t doing too well at doing it yourself, now, were you?” She said, once again, playfully, giggling softly.

Well. She was right.

Stein felt much too tired to even feed himself. Existing in general was simply just a chore at the moment. And in this state of mind, he didn’t exactly mind being fed, though he found it a bit odd.

It was all so domestic and sweet. It practically rotted Stein’s teeth out. It made his head feel a little fuzzy, and maybe slightly repulsed and freaked out by the foreign situation.

But the little smile on Marie’s face reassured him. Though he couldn’t understand why she’d let her food run cold simply to assist him in a pitiful moment.

Even despite his lack of understanding, he certainly appreciated her kindness.

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Once they had both finished their meals, Marie took their plates and utensils to the sink. Stein observed as she happily trotted to the kitchen.

They were truly polar opposites. And it utterly fascinated Stein. He found himself not only wishing to observe the sweet woman, but to also dissect and experiment on her. He wanted to see what kind of brain could make someone so utterly kind and caring. He wanted to scan her brain. And take apart her soul.

Stein was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize when the woman in question had returned.

She waved her tiny hands in front of his face, saying, “Earth to Stein. You there?”

She said beside him, back against the loveseat.

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t even realize you were there.”

“Well, obviously,” Marie replied, laughing.

“You look exhausted, Franken. You want to sleep now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, okay, then,” Marie said with a soft smile on her face. The look in her eyes was one of genuine love. Stein had felt as though he’d never truly seen that before. He almost didn’t even know what it was. He couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, observing and analyzing. Dissecting. He was in awe of what he saw.

Marie lifted and maneuvered her arm behind his back in order to place her hand onto his scalp. Her fingers made their way through his silver hair. Stein’s eyes fell sleepily, as a relieved sigh fell from his chapped lips. He leaned into the touch, his head falling onto her shoulder.

As she continued her motions in his hair, she observed as the man clearly tried desperately to stay awake. He continually forced his eyes open, only for his eyes to roll back into his tired head once more.

“You’re allowed to fall asleep on me, you know.”

Stein could only respond just barely with a groggy sound of acknowledgment. A small smile appeared on Marie’s face. Stein has always been, in an extremely strange and unconventional way, adorable in her eyes. Like a violent, dangerous and cornered stray kitten, that you can’t help but find cute.

Stein finally allowed his eyes to remain shut, and his breathing to even out. His chest rose and fell slowly and softly. Even in sleep, there was a dead and creepy vibe about him. But Marie found it endearing. Perhaps she was wearing rose-colored glasses. She couldn’t care less.

She continued to play with his hair, even whilst he slept. She hoped that it would grant him good dreams and a peaceful rest. Perhaps even a decent rest for once in his life. She also felt like giving him affection. She thought he probably hadn’t experienced much at all in his life.

She watched as he slept, and began to grow a bit sleepy herself. She rested her head on his head and closed her eyes.

She herself drifted off into the land of dreams, as she thought about how odd it was that she found such a crazy and downright psychopathic guy to be adorable.

[freckleslikestars]

Room 115

Missing scene between Doggett and Scully in Deadalive.

637 words, read here on AO3

She was dozing in that same vinyl chair, hands curled protectively over her distended abdomen. It had been a long few days, he could feel the weight of them hanging off his bones, and he couldn’t imagine just how exhausted she must be to have crashed out in such an uncomfortable position. But he also knew there was no chance of getting her to leave Mulder’s side – he wondered how long the hospital staff had tried before giving up. With a glance back at the darkened room, he headed towards the nurse’s desk just down the hall.

‘Sir, visiting hours are over – have been for a couple of hours now. How’d you even get up here.’

‘With this,’ he flashed his badge. ‘Is there any chance we can get a cot or something for room 115? It’s just...she’s sleepin’ in that chair and in her condition-‘

‘This is the ICU, sir. Allowing her to stay is already highly unusual.’

‘Highly- the man’s been dead three months; it’s all highly unusual,’ he hissed, shaking his head. ‘Look, she just saved his life: can you at least spare her a pillow or some blankets or something?’

The nurse dropped her head and sighed, ‘I’ll see what I can do. I can’t guarantee anything, though.’

‘Thank you,’ he nodded, heading back towards room 115 and slipping quietly into the room. There was little visible change in Mulder, the monitors beeping away, his face the same scarred visage it had been when they’d dug him up, if slightly less peaky in colour, sans the tubes and wires that had been pumping life into him.

He crouched by the chair and rested a hand on Scully’s shoulder, shook her gently, ‘Agent Scully?’ She groaned, turning away from him, and he resisted a smile as he tried again to rouse her, ‘Dana, wake up.’

‘Mm. Doggett? ‘t’s’wrong? Mulder? Is- is he-?’ she wrenched herself upright, her neck cracking audibly and a muffled grunt leaving her lips as pain flashed across her face, gone in an instant and replaced with her fear.

‘Nothing. Nothing, calm down. No change.’

She slumped back down, letting her eyes slid shut again as she moaned, ‘why’d you wake me then?’

‘It’s been three days. Maybe you should go home, take a shower, get some rest – some proper rest.’

‘No. No, I’m not leaving him. I’m going to be right here when he wakes.’

‘Scully-‘

‘He’s been alone for months, Agent Doggett. I’m not leaving him alone again.’

‘Okay, okay,’ he rocked back onto his heels. ‘Can I at least get you something to eat?’

She smiled, nodded gently, ‘if you wouldn’t mind.’ She let out a sharp hiss and dropped her hand to the side of her stomach, her smile broadening. She looked up at him, took in his concerned expression, ‘kid’s got one hell of a right hook. They’ve, uh, they’ve been more active the last couple of days – like they know he’s here,’ she scoffed and shook her head. ‘Which is stupid. I imagine it’s got more to do with my emotions and hormones being all...out of wack, and that’s affecting the baby.’

‘You don’t have to explain it, Agent Scully. Maybe the kid does know he’s here: stranger things have happened.’

‘You can say that again,’ she sighed, rubbing circles wearily on the side of her stomach. ‘I’ve prayed for him to be returned so many times, and now he’s back I- I’ve got no idea what I’m going to say to him.’

He gave her a soft smile and patted her shoulder, ‘I’m sure you’ll know what to say when the time comes. Now, what can I get you to eat?’

‘Something spicy? Ooh, and something salty. I don’t mind what.’

‘Spicy and salty,’ he nodded, ‘I’ll see what I can do.’

Tagging @today-in-fic

[overwatchfics]

kiriko cuddling oneshot?

Nightmares - Kiriko

A/N: I've been getting some not-so-great night terrors recently, and I want some Kiriko comfort, so this really goes hand in hand.

It's getting harder to breathe, lungs tightening, heart pounding, you're falling, the wind cutting into the skin of your face whipping your hair in various directions. You're screaming, you're crying not ready to die. You flail your hands out in the air hoping to find a purchase or to slow yourself to no avail. The heavy feeling of helplessness and panic settle in, and your screams are silenced. The sensation of hands on your shoulders yanking you bring you to your senses and colors flash behind your eyes, and you reach to fight back the unknown assailant shouting. Instead, you find yourself unable to move as your wrists are grabbed and hot breath behind even hotter lips brush against your ear in hushed whispers. "Hey shhhh, it's me, it's Kiriko" her sleep addled voice serenades you as you pull your wrists from her gentle grip and wrap them tightly around her neck and burying your face into her shoulder releasing choked sobs. Kiriko runs her hands along your back and pulls you closer into her lap. One of her hands cards through your bed swept hair and massages your scalp. She continues to murmur softly into your ear "Shhh baby, I'm here, you're here with me, you're safe in my arms here, focus on your breathing baby I've got you." your tears subside and Kiriko rocks you gently in her arms. Pulling back ever so slightly, Kiriko brings the hand buried in your hair, to your face, swiping at the stray tears, on one side and kissing the remaining one away. She pulls her mouth away, but her hand stays, cradling your jaw in her palm and she runs her thumb soothingly across your tear-stained skin. She asks in you need anything, but you deny her, still shaken by the nightmare. Kiriko gets up "I'm going to make you some sleepy time tea love, I'll be right back-" you refuse to get up and she knows you want her to stay, and she can't quite leave you alone in a state like this. "Alright, wrap your legs around me and keep your arms around my neck ok baby? You're coming with me"

Kiriko shifts enough to the edge of the bed to stand, taking you with her, like a front-facing backpack. You tighten your grip tightens on her and she's got one arms free to open the door, the other is secured around your behind keeping you hoisted up against her. KIriko makes her way into the kitchen, and she heats up a mug of water and waits, resting you against the counter, not letting go, just burying her face into your neck and breathing you in. "You know I wouldn't let anything hurt you, not even in a dream, right?" Kiriko feels you stiffen and immediately regrets bringing it up again "Ah, sorry, my bad baby, I didn't mean to bring it up again, you've had enough of a rough night, let me take care of you, ok?" She squeezes you tightly, leaving a gentle kiss against your neck, before slipping and hand under your behind, lifting you once again, this time with a hot mug of tea in hand. Once in the bedroom she deposits you back onto the sheets, pulling you into her side and resting against the headboard. You hold the steaming mug of tea between your hands and thank her she looks at you, a soft smile painting itself on her previously concerned visage. Kiriko presses a kiss to your cheek, peppering her way to your lips, kissing you gently before pulling away, resting your head on her shoulder "Anything for you babes, I'm not going to let you suffer alone in your dreams, not when you have your protective fox girlfriend here to fight off the nightmares" your night would be plagued by nightmares, no more. At least not with the stunningly beautiful and strong Kiriko Kamori by your side.

A/N: Kiriko, please comfort me from my night terrors. Sorry, this turned more angsty than fluff I just used this as an excuse to write Kiriko dealing with someone who has nightmares a lot.