#TAKE ME BACK TO WATCH IT AGAIN just for my GOLDFISH MEMORY

[aq2003]

macbeth soundtrack, my beloved

(voice removal is scuffed and i am very much guessing on some of these, i tried my best)

[theragethatisdesire]

aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on. 

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

[revasserium]

Ma’am your writhing is immaculate!!! If possible can we have a rafayel falling backwards?

falling backwards

rafayel; 1,670 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", slight!suggestiveness, fade to black, the slightest spoilers for raf's bday card, existential cuteness?

summary: the sky forgets, but the sea remembers

a/n: this is rly short and sweet, with a sprINKLE of spice in there for the bday boi!! happy belated my fav mermaid oi

lost and found.

He has waited for you for a thousand years.

And like, this he thinks he could wait for you a thousand more.

“Do you remember?” he asks, his thumb running along the thick rim of his coffee mug, the morning sun pouring thick and lemon-sweet through the endless windows of his vast studio.

“A little,” you say, your eyes fixed on your own coffee, steam still rising in faint, ghostly tendrils above the milky surface.

“Only a little?” Rafayel sighs, leaning back in his chair, his white shirt buttoned carelessly to the middle of his chest, revealing a strip of smooth, unmarred skin beneath. You lick your lips and take a sip of your steaming coffee, cheeks warming as you try to look anywhere else.

“I was just a kid…” you say, a little rueful of his disappointment, but Rafayel only laughs, leaning forward to dip a finger into the chantilly cream dollopped on top of the bowl of fruit sitting in the middle of the table. He reaches out and swipes a bit onto the tip of your nose, making you jerk back, going slightly cross-eyed as you frown.

“Hey!”

“There she is —” he nods, apparently satisfied as he sucks the remaining cream from the tip of his finger, eyes flickering up to meet yours, “There’s that laugh I love so much…”

You somehow find it in yourself to blush and look away, the abashedness of all your previous and younger years welling up inside you, only to crest up your neck and into your cheeks like the morning tide, staining your skin in the color of sunrise. Rafayel watches you with a pleased glint in his eyes, his tongue flickering out to wet his lips.

“You promised you’d come back for me,” he says, pushing his mouth up into a childish pout. You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“That I don’t remember,” you say, petulant, as you wipe the bit of cream from your nose, scrunching your face to make sure there’s no more. But it’s a lie — though not entirely. You do remember, but only in the way the most important memories always fade with time, tucking themselves into the forgotten corners of your mind until they’re needed. And then up they come, floating to the top of your mind’s eye in flickers and goldfish flashes, like brightly colored fins caught in the morning light, just beneath the water’s shimmering surface.

“Liar,” Rafayel says, and you don’t refute him. He takes a long sip of his coffee and casts his eyes towards the distant horizon beyond his huge, studio windows. The air smells of burgeoning spring, of melting snow and drying paint. Of empty canvases and seafoam and the dewdrops lingering on the leaves of freshly budding flowers.

You press your palms to the warmth of the thick ceramic mug cupped between your hands.

“But… you found me again, didn’t you?”

a whole new world.

The entire world is 70% water. So you know this. So Rafayel tells you.

“The other 30% though, I had no way of seeing, of knowing —” his eyes are faraway as you sit, shoulders pressed against each other, a thick blanket wrapped around you both as the morning chill threatens to seep right into the marrow of your bones.

“I wanted to see the world — the whole world — not just the parts that were sunken under water.”

He says the words sunken like a curse, but you lower your eyes to your hands, clasped in your lap, and you wonder if things enveloped by the soft embrace of water might have it better than the bits of the world doomed to be above it.

“Y’know… I wanted to be a pilot when I was a kid,” you say, leaning back and casting your eyes far up towards the endless sky, the horizons brightening in silken steams of pinks and yellows. Still, the sky directly above you with color of a healing bruise, and a thick, unrelenting darkness simmers along the opposite skyline like a crouched cat, waiting for the sun to turn her head before leaping back up again.

“You did? I thought… well, honestly, I thought all Hunters would’ve wanted to become Hunters from when they were kids.”

You shrug, laughing, “You’re not wrong, but… I thought — how cool must it be to fly the planes that Hunters rode in for their bigger missions? How cool would it be to pilot something into Deepspace? I mean… there’s so much out there that we don’t know…”

Rafayel turns toward you. You flash him a soft, indulgent smile.

“So… in that sense, we’re not so different — we both wanted to see part of the world that we hadn’t before. Parts of the world that we didn’t have access to but… I was thinking about it and… isn’t that a kind of running away too?”

Rafayel stills, his breath going shallow as he turns back to watch the far horizon, where the dawn is rising like a great phoenix, feathers burning, her throat full of bright orange light, and suddenly, all the stories and legends make sense.

“The sea remembers everything the sky forgets…” Rafayel says, never taking his eyes off the rising sun, “That’s what my teacher used to tell me. Artists — we try to remember the things that the world tries to forget too — we paint moments and feelings, try to capture a second in time, even though we’re doomed to fail, over and over again.”

You turn to glance at him, and you catch him staring. Your eyes meet and it’s not so unlike the colliding of lost stars. He reaches out to trace a finger along the edge of your cheek and you feel your breath burning like sunrise in your chest, and suddenly, there’s an entire world caught in your belly, a rising dawn feathering its way out of your throat —

Kiss me, you want to say. Instead, you say, “Happy birthday.”

Thanks, it looks like he might say.

He leans in to kiss you instead.

calculations.

Later, when the sun has risen and set once more, when the tides have come and gone again, when the moon hangs high and envious in the late winter sky and he has his lips pressed to yours, the taste of your pleas slick and sweet on his tongue, he wonders if a lifetime under water has just been preparation for this.

He traces the seashell shapes of his fingers along the white sand beaches of your skin, dropping kisses into the moonlit pools caught in the dip of your collarbones.

“R-Raf —”

He savors in the way your breath catches and cuts, the way he can sever them with silver scissors as he laves his tongue across the midnight bruises blooming along your shoulder, your chest, your hips, the soft, plush insides of your thighs.

“Don’t you think you owe me at least this much?” he asks, his own voice a soft rasp as he pulls back, panting, “After leaving me alone all those years ago… making me wait for so long?”

You keen, head pressing back into the soft feather-down pillows of the mountain-top chalet, lips kissed pink, your cheeks flushed dark with color.

“I — please — more —”

“Mm…” Rafayel grins as he cocks his head, drinking in the sight of you spread out beneath him, “Since you asked so nicely…”

He figures that the human body is also made 70% water. Of salt and gravity. Of the mind forgetting while the body remembers.

Of oxygen and the stuff of lost and wandering stars.

“Tell me one more time,” he says, bending down to graze his lips along your earlobe. He savors in the way your body shakes with shivers, the slick of sweat, the soft break in your voice as moan his name.

“Raf - a - yel — please. I want — I want you.”

hiraeth.

“Do you… ever miss home?”

You try to think about how it might feel to miss a home you can no longer go back to, to come from a place that everyone around you has written off as legend — about the doubt and uncertainty, but about the freedom too.

It’s the morning after, except this time, you’re tucked into the bend of his arm, your ankles locked beneath the twisted sheets, his hair a tangled mess, haloed around his face against the soft white of the pillows.

“Home… doesn’t always have to be a place, y’know.”

“Yeah… I know that.”

“Oh? You do?”

Rafayel smiles, a thing of tenderness and salt, even as he tucks you close. Like this, you wonder if he knows that there’s an entire ocean locked beneath the dark of his gaze.

“Sure I do. Ever since that day — on the beach, my home hasn’t really been Lemuria.”

You swallow passed the dryness collecting in your throat like so much soft, white sand.

“Then…”

Rafayel lets out a puff of laughter, turning his eyes towards the ceiling.

“C’mon, I thought you had to be smart to pass the Hunter exams.”

You crinkle your nose and inch in closer.

“Maybe… maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

You don’t miss the way his ears go red as he makes a show of sighing, glancing back towards you with a helpless smile.

“Fine, fine — ahem… here it goes,” he says, clearing his throat with perhaps too much pomp and circumstance.

“Ever since that day on the beach… my home hasn’t really been Lemuria…” his voice trails off as his eyes soften and he turns to face you properly, the teasing lilt seeping from his voice until the only thing left is warmth and honesty and you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Since then… my home’s always been… you.”

[hyperfixationsporfavor]

Memories

Author's Note: Hey guys! This is a submission for the JujutsuJournal collab started by the super talented @ayyy-pee .

Hope you guys enjoy!

Synopsis: Reader reflects on her divorce after working with her ex husband on a film. But can memories distort reality?

Warnings: Divorce, references to marital issues, implied s*x scene, angst

Suguru stared into your soul through the lens of the camera you had been watching. An uneasy feeling began to creep through you as he ran his fingers through Manami’s hair, kissed her collarbone, whispered things in her ear as she laid beside him. For a moment it was like everyone in the room had vanished, leaving you and your ex husband to navigate this intimacy you hadn’t shared in years. Seeing him with his costar forced you to remember when that was you beside him, a place you thought you’d always be. 

“AND CUT! THAT’S A WRAP!”

Just in an instant the crew had reappeared and you found yourself taking a deep breath. 

Yu Haibara, your assistant director, led the cast and crew in a celebratory round of applause. 

He waited for the noise to die down before speaking again. 

“I want to thank the wonderful cast and crew. You all did a phenomenal job getting this film made. But I think we can all say our jobs were made infinitely easier with two amazing leads, and an equally amazing director.”

Another round of applause sounded through the studio. You should have been thrilled, but you found yourself fighting back the urge to cry. You looked up to find Suguru staring back at you as the smile you had plastered onto your face deepened. 

~

“Suguru,” you giggled.

You had your bulky laptop perched in front of you on the bed as your unfinished spec script stared mockingly at you while your husband caressed your waist from behind you, his hand slowly traveling under your shirt and up your torso.

“Can’t you take a break?” he murmured into your neck.

“I wish,” you sighed. But my boss said I have until Monday to get him a finished draft.”

He laid back in defeat onto his side of the bed. “This thing’s been making you crazy for the last two weeks. Have you eaten today?”

“Well my future hangs in the balance. And yes I had a handful of goldfish and a protein shake.”

He chuckled. “Well my day was fine. You know the director says he might have a role for me in his next project. Something bigger.”

You peeled your eyes away from the screen and gave him a sweet smile. “I’m proud of you.”

He leaned forward and kissed your cheek before pulling himself out of the bed. “I’m proud of you too. But I also need to feed you. Any special requests for dinner?”

“Surprise me.”

~

Later that night you sat at the hotel bar while the cast and crew partied in the ballroom. You repeatedly checked your watch, giving yourself an hour window before you came down with something and excused yourself for the rest of the night. 

“Hiding from the chaos in there?” a familiar voice asked.

You tapped your finger on the rim of your champagne glass. “Well if I am, I must not be doing a very good job.”

Suguru stood beside you with his hands in his suit pockets. “I can leave.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “Only a few more minutes until I develop a migraine or food poisoning.”

He sat beside you and ordered a scotch on the rocks.

“When do you start editing?” Suguru inquired.

“Are you trying to make small talk so you don’t have to go back inside?” you asked.

Suguru smirked at you. “Well think of it this way, the longer we talk the less time we have to spend in that very loud room with those very drunk people.”

You sighed in defeat. 

“Well excuse me but it’s hard to make small talk when you’ve been revisiting your failed marriage from all angles for the millionth time since we began production.”

Suguru tightened his grip on his scotch.

“I thought we agreed that this wouldn’t be a problem before I signed on.”

“Well that was then and this is now.”

“What’s different now?”

Suguru gestured towards the ballroom. “Manami? You knew we dated after the divorce.”

You scoffed. “This isn’t about Manami. I like Manami. I casted her.”

“This movie wouldn’t have been produced without me. You should be thanking me.”

You said nothing for a moment and Suguru worried that he had gone too far. Much to his surprise you laughed. 

“Can you believe it? I thought I’d finally reached a point in my career where I finally had a voice in this industry.”

You turned to face your ex. “I know the only reason the producers greenlit this was because they knew you were a big selling point. But why did you agree?”

“I liked the script.”

You scoffed as you handed the bartender back your unfinished champagne.

“The script is shit.”

“And I wanted to see if we could work together again. Maybe regain a little of what we lost.”

You pursed your lips. “Why are you so damn charming? It makes it harder to hate you.”

Handsome son of a bitch with his perfect face and considerate nature that used to make you weak at the knees. 

You looked into his brown eyes for a second longer than you should have. You found yourself leaning closer towards him.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured. 

The uneasy feeling you had felt this afternoon had returned, and as much as you wanted to indulge in Suguru’s candor you pulled away from him. 

“I think we should stop this before we do something we regret.”

“(Name)-” 

“Please tell everyone I said goodnight.”

You hastily threw some bills on the counter to pay for the drinks and left without another word.

~

Suguru was practicing lines when you came barreling through the door in a flurry of excitement. 

“Suguru! He bought it! My boss bought the script!”

Your husband shot up from his place on the couch, racing towards you and taking you into his arms. A hysterical laugh escaped your lips as he picked you up and spun you around. 

“I knew you could do it (Name)!”

Once the two of you managed to calm down you proposed a celebration.

“Let’s go out to dinner. My treat.”

Suguru’s face dropped a little.

“Actually, I have to go in for reshoots.”

“Oh,” you murmured. 

Instead of allowing the disappointment to show on your face you quickly shrugged it off.

“Another time.”

He stared at you for a moment before nodding. “Another time.”

~

You opened your eyes as the plane touched down on the tarmac. Memories flooding your mind and painting softly lit moments in your sleep. You had loved Suguru, but your separation was inevitable. As your careers began to flourish you found yourself growing in opposite directions. 

Rainchecks voided into unfulfilled dinner dates, sleeping in separate rooms, fights, making up, therapy, excusing yourself from work to go cry in the bathroom. It was easy to look back at the past through the nostalgic film lens when you couldn’t see anything but two unblemished people in a single moment of bliss. 

The two of you had made your choices and you wouldn’t allow anything to jeopardize the lives you had established since then, even if a part of you would always love him.

~

The End. 

[nerdallwritey]

For your end of year asks!! 🫶🏼❤️❤️ (Sorry, I pretty much asked every single one 🥲)

1, 3, 4, 6, 9, 11, 16, 18, 19, 20, 21, & 25!

LET'S GOOOOOOO!!! Omg THANK YOU.

Questions found here.

1. Song of the year?

GREAT question. I am absolutely dreadful at music, I typically find a few songs and then listen to them on repeat without branching out 😅 BUT! I think this year for me it's "The Ballad of Jane Doe" which is a song from the musical, "Ride the Cyclone." I listened to it a lot earlier in the year when I was dogsitting for a friend's boss and it was what I was really listening to when I started writing An Evening to Ourselves! Which kicked off my whole fic writing journey! I wouldn't say it has ANY similar vibes to my writing, but I listened to it so much around then that now it just reminds me of writing 🥰

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

Hmm I think this one's pretty basic but Chappell Roan? My roommate has been a fan of hers for years but I really started listening to her once my sister started getting obsessed with her. My beta also got married this year and she said that her favorite part of her wedding was singing Chappell Roan on the dance floor with me and our dnd group! So yeah, probably Chappell!

4. Movie of the year?

Gotta go look to make sure but I THINK probably Wicked. I LOVE musicals, and Wicked is one of the first ones I ever listened to with some of my childhood friends growing up. We'd sing "Defying Gravity" in my best friend's bedroom and switch off who sang for who. I've seen it twice now and loved it both times!! I can't stop listening to "No One Mourns The Wicked" lol.

6. Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?

This is super tough. The only thing I can really think of is the episode of Fantasy High: Junior Year where the Bad Kids take part in The Last Stand. Basically, Fantasy High is an actual play dnd show by Dimension 20 on Dropout and this year they aired their third season of this particular campaign. In the Last Stand episode, the party was taking a test to see if they pass Junior Year and it was just EVERYONE at the top of their games and playing so smart and funny and well. My roommate and I were like "this is our superbowl" 😂 I wouldn't say it DEFINED the year for me, but it definitely sticks out as one of the more memorable things I watched this year! Plus, I love playing dnd with my friends and seeing the performers from D20 perform around town :)

9. Best month for you this year?

I think I'll go with November! That was my birthday month, and I got to spend so much time with my friends. We went to Medieval Times and were put on the evil Green Knight's team and it was SO MUCH FUN!!! I also spent Thanksgiving with my roommate and her family which was a nice change that I absolutely adored. We had great food, decorated for Christmas, went to the movies, went shopping, and watched Finding Mr. Christmas on Hallmark. Which! Is a HILARIOUS show. They're trying to find the next male lead in a Hallmark movie. We made a bracket of who we think will win and everything. Just an overall fun time 🤩

11. Something you want to do again next year?

HMM........... Another tough question. Mostly because I have the memory of a goldfish and I have to try and remember what I've done this year lol. I'd honestly LOVE to go back to Medieval Times at some point and then go to the Pirate Adventure theater across the street this time! (There's another themed restaurant down the street that's pirate themed and I'm VERY interested in seeing a show there too). OH!!! And I want to keep writing. Idk if I'll get Part 7 of Beauty and the Bard out before the new year, but I'm SO excited to continue writing!!!

16. Post a picture from the beginning of the year

OOOOOH I like this one. Please hold. How about a face reveal? Here's me at the local Ren Faire back in April! Ignore whatever weird thing is happening with the angle of my foot, but this is my attempt at Birdie, my Tav, cosplay! Birdie started as my dnd self-insert character and so this is more of that version of her than her BG3 counterpart. It was really hard finding pics of stuff I did at the beginning of this year because for the most part, I was working from home so there were mostly pics of my cat. But Ren Faire is a blast! Highly recommend going to one at least once.

18. A memorable meal this year?

Not to sound like a broken record, but probably Medieval Times! You're supposed to eat with your hands but my bestie brought plastic silverware. You got chicken, potato, corn, garlic bread, tomato soup, and an eclair! It was really so much fun watching knights ride horses while eating a hearty meal 😂

19. What’re you excited about for next year?

I'm going to two weddings next year in Europe! One of my cousins is getting married in Italy in May, and another cousin is getting married in Ireland in October! I'm in sort of a weird place work wise, but hopefully I'll be able to get time off and attend both! I've already said yes to Italy which I'm really excited about! I'd love to go to Ireland too, but again, idk what the state of work will be at that time. We shall see!!

20. What’s something you learned this year?

Again, here's where my goldfish memory kicks me in the ass. I guess I'd say I learned that I can write pretty well! I kind of always knew that based on what and how I did in school, but it's nice to share my goofiness with people other than teachers, myself, and close friends! I was being really hard on myself because I'm trying to eventually become a screenwriter (someone who writes for TV) and I've been struggling to get there while my roommate (who I love and adore and support wholeheartedly!) has been getting some pretty cool accolades in the writing sphere. Point is, I was feeling kind of down about my abilities, but I learned that there's a wonderful and supportive group of people on Tumblr who want you to succeed! And I'm so happy to be a part of it <3

21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

Omg SO glad you asked this one: My roommate and I just bought a HUMONGOUS couch for our apartment. Our previous couch was pretty cheap, in that it was foam and springs and we'd sat on it so much that the foam had begun to sag and we could feel all the springs. We got this new couch from a friend for pretty cheap BUT it took us FOREVER to get it into our apartment because of narrow halls and doorways that we forgot to measure. One piece of the couch had to be hoisted over our balcony (luckily we're only on the second floor but YIKES!)! In total it took 5 hours and LOTS of money to pay the movers lol. But DAMN if this new couch isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. We were honestly thinking of moving somewhere cheaper because our rent is SO expensive, but now we're like "well, guess we have to stay here forever since we can't get this couch back out!" 😂

25. Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one.

I did!! Besides Reader in Beauty and the Bard, this year, my roommate ran a western themed dnd campaign and I played the Dumbest Warlock Ever. Her name is Zaddie Zipper (named purely because I thought it would be hilarious to have my friends unironically call me "Zaddie") and she was in a cult of this guy called Ol' Zupp. They're in the middle of the desert and yet everyone wears white robes, live in caves, and nobody talks - they all communicate telepathically, which gets Zaddie into trouble when she meets the rest of our adventuring party (she got punched in the face for saying "hi" to someone in their head 😂). Zaddie thinks she's a cleric to Zupp, but instead she's actually a Warlock who signed her soul away to him during her "Zupp-mitzvah!" She can't read so she names all her spells; Eldritch Blast is "Big Zap," Misty Step is "Poof!," Identify is "What's That?" etc etc. EVENTUALLY she gets her memories back, realizes she was KIDNAPPED, kills Zupp and becomes a Wizard. My DM told me NOTHING about Zaddie's actual past, so her getting her memories back was me actually learning about her life for the first time! I love her so much, she's so fun to play. We just did a great one-shot Christmas special and are hoping to keep playing season 2 of this campaign in the spring! This is the art I use of her, from Sarah Johnson on Pinterest!

Thank you SO MUCH for these questions Ali!!! This was so much fun and it was really fun to reflect on the year :) Hope you have a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year!!

[vivilingriphyn]

Love the art!

Though I must know, why is Skybound your favorite season?

Reasons why Skybound is my favorite season.

It has stood up to the test of times, especially in my mind in the most unhealthy way possible.

It's the only season where it has STUCK to me since I was 6 and to this day it was only season that keep popping back up and the season where it pulled something in my child brain and the start of my spiral on thinking more fudged up Scenarios in my heads, alternate possibilities and more way to make the season even more messed up than it actually was and as a kid back then that watched cartoon 24/7 and watching that season of Ninjago felt fresh and something I couldn't properly understand back then and that uncertainty of what the fudge was happening made me eat up that season out of pure curiosity and need to understand what was happening, quickly spiraled into an obsession.

That even my child self became quickly aware of and never spoke of Ninjago ever again since and stopped watching but it NEVER made me stop thinking about Ninjago ever since then if I see a lego my brain would immediately think of Skybound and begin to delude myself that, that lego piece was Jay and my brain would spiral once again into my internal world of fanfics, and even when I finally first joined fandoms like undertale, mdzs etc. if I have enough time to myself, my brain would quickly turn to Skybound every chance it gets.

My obsession turned to annoyance but also began to turn to fondness once more and into acceptance, that I just accepted I will never escape Skybound, that the first ever fandom I ever joined wasn’t undertale but Lego Ninjago before I even understood what fandoms were. And Skybound will forever be stuck with me for the rest of my life just like how Jay's trauma from Skybound will forever be stuck with him for the rest of his life.

Nadakhan might've not succeeded in breaking Jay entirely, but definitely succeeded in making me give in and accept that I will never escape from Skybound in the 10 years that I been obsessed with it to an unhealthy degree but it will still forever hold a precious place in my heart, because I wouldn't be the self aware fudged up person that prefers fanfics over canon that I am today.

Thanks a lot Nadakhan :)

Also this is just the major reason why it's my favorite season. Because I have such a goldfish memory but Skybound has clung to my brain for so long that it can just become my favorite JUST because of pure resilience alone. Also because I've been fighting to forget about Ninjago but Skybound and my Brain said no so it's the season that takes the number 1 spot for me when it comes to Ninjago.

And I honestly wanna say more but also can't say more as to why It's my favorite. I feel like I need to rewatch the season after 10 years just to refresh my memory. And ask that question to myself. Just why?

And finally answer questions that my child self couldn't ask others out of fear of being too out of place and being teased and bullied for something I held strong feelings and passion towards back then and now I'm coming back to this now and of course my immediate thing that I do the moment I walk a back into this fandom is to go I went to Ao3, went to filter, and immediately typed in “Jay Walker” and “Nadakhan”

And God I never felt more happy reading fanfics of these two for the first time. In 10 years of my obsessions finally coming to fruition and I will EAT UP every skybound fanfic, headcanons etc. out there.

Also Skybound was the season that securely made Jay my favorite character. And yes I've also been obsessed with him for over 10 years ever since I first watched Lego Ninjago, like a fudging yandere that has no other reason to love their senpai just to be able FEEL something.

Wodnwkdnas I'm probably just spouting out pure nonsense, and an empty meaning and reasons as to why I love Skybound but, eh people love things for various of reasons so I might as well tell as to why since you asked, also gave me an opportunity to rant so… Thanks! ^^

Also here's a WIP for a Skybound Drawing I'll be doing, that'll maybe be posted in the future along with some of my personal Headcanon that's related to skybound, cause when you've been obsessing with a season for over 10 years without rewatching it and basing everything from you goldfish memory, make you think a lot, especially a lot of headcanons ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

[starredeclipse]

Alone on an adventure….hi Jax… (TADC OC story)

(I don’t know if this story is going to be canon or what for Posie so for now this is just a silly story I felt like writing so enjoy. In case you don’t know what Posie looks like I’ll show an image, I don’t have other art of her so this is old art thats been on my blog in the past.)

She sighed deeply as she sat on the ground “This is….just great..” she mumbled to herself, she got sucked into another one of Caine’s silly adventures and now…she got separated from the group!

She was in the basement of a desert temple….at least that’s what she thinks it’s supposed to be, she had fallen through a trap door after Jax stepped on a trigger switch in the floor! She swears he did it on purpose like a lot of the things he does, it annoyed her greatly. The tip of her long tail thumped against the sand as she frustratedly wanted to get out of here but the only door required two people in order to operate and try as she might she just couldn’t activate the other switch at the same time…..which was the requirement to open the door “Maybe if I wait long enough the adventure will be over and Caine will just pop me back to the circus…” that was wishful thinking but it would probably take a long while….a long and painfully boring long time.

Luckily she didn’t have to wait long for something to happen, the ears poking through her hat suddenly perked up at the sound of screaming followed by the sudden muffled thump as something landed on the sand, she only had to turn slightly to see what it was “Oh its you” Posie mumbled “fantastic” under her breath as Jax got up shaking the sand out of his ears and clothes “like I’m glad to see you’re face again” the purple rabbit shot back in his usual fashion, she rolled his eyes at him as he looked around “So uh no way out huh?” He went on but Posie didn’t respond to his question, she just got up like they had beef and grabbed his arm practically dragging him over to the door “Hey! Hey! Watch the merchandise! Quit man handling me!” Jax snapped with protest before she let go leaving him in front of the switch while she went over to her side “what? Giving me the silent treatment now?” He said trying to get a reaction out of her but all he received was a “we have to do this at the same time in order to open the door unless you would like to be stuck down here” in a neutral tone that just seemed to scratch at Jax in a irritating way “Yeah, whatever….” He paused not wanting to be stuck down here, timing this wasn’t the easiest when one of them had the timing of a goldfish but eventually the door opened, Posie ran through the door “Hey! Wait for me!” She heard his voice echo off of the walls but she didn’t slow down.

By the time Jax ran down the hall and up a comical amount of stairs Posie was sitting in a garden reluctantly waiting for him, not that she had a choice. He wheezed as if he was out of shape sputtering “what happened to waiting for me!?” At her but she just crossed her arms “I never said I would wait…” she came off more pissed this time “what’s your problem???” Jax thumped a single foot unconsciously as he spat out the words, he was mad and frustrated now.

Posie leaned back against the stump “Oh I don’t know…..why don’t you tell me” she sounded like she was hinting to something but refused to give hints, he grumbled gathering himself before he walked over looking at the flowers and vines crawling up the walls “How would I know?? That’s why I asked!” His eyes landed sharply on her but she wasn’t one to back down from such a look “let me jog you’re memory” she got up going to one of the huge flowers and removing a orb from it before she shoved it into Jax’s arms and left to go sit back at the stump.

He hissed from the force before he looked at the orb and saw an image in it, said image displayed a memory if looked at long enough “seriously???” He grumbled tossing the orb aside like it was trash “that’s what you’re so peeved off?” He laughed a little bit to himself more satisfied with knowing how much it bothered her “Come on, it was a joke” he said more casually like it wasn’t a big deal at all “A joke!?” She raised her voice to a sharp volume before she paused letting her volume simmer “It was cruel” she spat before Jax walked past without a care over to a set of doors that was weird “Yeah yeah” he moved on to the task at hand “whats with the round slots in the door?” Surely it was meant to have something in it “Step on that plate and take a guess” Posie said bitterly, he looked around before he saw a gold square metal plate in the floor, he went over and stepped on it, magically a round screen popped up in front of him with instructions “Oh thats great….” He said with sarcasm before he stepped off the plate.

They had to work together to find enough memory orbs to put in the door, only it had to be the memories of two different people and if there was too many negative memories something bad would happen as the door was based on positivity and thats the only way it would open, this would be a easy task for the others but for Jax? Bet a lot of his positive memory’s would register as negative ones instead probably…..”well time to get hunting I guess” the gathering of the orbs wasn’t the hard part, many of the plants had them.

The hard part was the memory themselves, all the memories Jax had put in for his side of the door flashed red and got spat out, he jumped out of the way just barely before a rock fell and proceeded to faze through the ground right after as if it wasn’t coded right “what the hey!?!” He complained as Posie sat there, all the slots on her door were green showing all the positive memory’s she made with her friends since coming to the circus “The instructions were clear, no negative memory’s” she repeated what the instructions said making Jax thoroughly annoyed even more than he already was “all those memory’s were positive!” He spat crossing his arms and not budging like some kid having a tantrum, she let out a deep sigh and retrieved one of Jax’s memory orbs “No they weren’t” she showed him the orb and he reluctantly looked at it “This memory might have been positive for you but it holds negativity in it from the other person in the memory, the memory’s can’t have ANY negativity in it” all the times Gangle had been upset in Jax’s memory’s seems to have come to bite him in the flank as most of the orbs had her in it, usually being the victim of a joke or prank “That’s #!$@#” the swear got censored with a series of car honks and goose sounds for a brief moment “Yeah well hurry up and find some orbs where nobody is part in them so we can get out of here” she went back to sitting on the stump while Jax annoyedly went searching for his memory orbs trying to find ones that the door approved of, he kept shoving orbs in the door only for them to get spat back out and Jax having to dodge another rock, this went on repeat for a while before he gave up, he knows he has positive memory’s…..he just hasn’t found ones this door approves of. “Giving up already?” She barely looked at him before she dodged a orb suddenly getting thrown her way “Guess we are waiting then” and wait they did……

They waited a boring while, Jax looked miserable but Posie was looking through some of her orbs remembering the good times and trying not to look at the unpleasant ones before finally the adventure was over, they both tumbled back into the circus in a matter of minutes, Jax landed on his face while Posie just tucked in and rolled like a ball only being stopped by Pomni as she rolled into her “Well that was uneventful” the voice of Caine made her unroll and get up with some help, this adventure had been another flop “Maybe you shouldn’t have made a door open based on memory’s” Posie suggested but she knew her words would go through one ear and out the other metaphorical one “hm noted” Caine replied before he went off talking about something before disappearing, honestly everyone kind of just tuned the rat of what he said out for a moment.

Posie turned to the rest of the cast “So what was your run like?” She asked them and the answer was the same amount of chaos you would expect from Caines adventures “We had to escape a pit of snakes and run away from sand vampires by running across stepping stones without falling in the sand” Pomni replied and Ragatha added “Don’t forget when we got to the end we had to put a orange in the door in order to open it” that bit made zero sense “where was the orange?” The Bunaroo asked her “Oh in the pit of snakes, yeah if Pomni hadn’t grabbed it we would have had to run all the way back there to get it in order to open the door” it sounded like a terrible joke but she was being serious “Okay, what about you Kinger?” He blinked at her scratching his head like he couldn’t recall but luckily Gangle was very helpful “we were in a maze” Zooble nodded “Yeah it sucked” they added “We had to find our way to the end but everything looked the same so we weren’t able to” Gangle went on feeling like there time in the maze was frustrating but uneventful “Why did we get stuck with the bad stuff?” Pomni whispered to Ragatha who just shrugged, once they all got separated in the starting area it kind of just went downhill from there.

“Well our time was just as boring” Posie said as Jax got himself off the ground “Yeah, it sucked” he rubbed his face ��anyways I’m going to go find the others, I’ll see you later” she told the others as she started leaving, Jax perked his ears when he heard Posie mutter “Do you even regret what you did?” He rolled his eyes but said with confidence “Not even a wink” he noticed he hands tightened into fists but she just kept walking not losing her cool just yet, she had a lot to unpack with her friends right now…

[icedteaandoldlace]

3, 6, 9, 10, 21 for the choose violence ask game!

You trying to get me on a hit list? 😂 No but seriously, I'm flattered that you're this interested in my salty fandom thoughts.

3. Screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on Tumblr.

Oh boy, this is one I've just been quietly losing my mind over ever since shortly after Good-Bye Vibrations aired. One of the dumbest takes I ever saw from the Flash fandom was that "racism won" in regards to Cisco and Caitlin never becoming a couple. As if getting rid of Cisco was the writers' choice to thwart fans of interracial ships. As if their having different skin colors had anything to do with why they never got together. As if Cisco and Caitlin's relationship wasn't heavily sibling coded since literally the moment they were introduced. As if the world needs more amatonormativity, and less TV friendships between men and women that remain purely platonic from start to finish. As if Cisco ending up with the woman who treats him better than any of the others in his life is a negative outcome. As if the main couple on the show isn't a white man and a black woman. AS IF CISCO AND KAMILLA AREN'T AN INTERRACIAL COUPLE. There are several takes that I'm sure could bump this one for the title of actual worst, but that one has stuck with me and sometimes surfaces in my mind again, only for me to wonder what on earth the person who said that was smoking. "Racism won"—because the Latino guy rode off into the sunset with the Asian girl and not his white best friend. But hey, who am I to question the judgment of a group of shippers who make it their full time job to disparage said Asian girl for the unforgivable crime of not being the white girl they wanted him to get together with?

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

Klaine and Reylo, obviously, but as far as The Flash fandom goes, Snowbarry takes the cake on most toxic shipdom. Though in terms of individual shippers I could name by url whom I personally find unbearable (I'm not actually gonna name them), there is one Coldflash, two Killervibe, two Westallen, and one Harrisco in particular that come to mind (and one of those Westallens is also obnoxious about Cynco). To anyone who is able to read this post while NOT in incognito mode, congratulations, I'm not talking about you.

9. Worst part of canon.

Fittingly enough to land under this number, that would be season 9. I didn't watch it, but I know enough of what happened to know I'm not going to watch it. And I won't rewatch season 8, except a select few scenes that I enjoyed (namely the Snowstorm flashbacks and the coffee scene in 8x01). Other than that, though, two things that really bothered me were the way the writers prioritized quantity over quality in terms of main cast, just adding characters left and right but not taking the time to fully flesh them out, or to further develop the characters they already had, and (and this is kind of related to that, come to think of it), the way season 5 brought in Nora as essentially the new main character and spent all their time on her storyline, only to kill her off in the end. Everyone else's development took a backseat that season so they could focus on Nora, and they barely even tried to make their new Wells relevant, they basically just let Tom play around on set while they were filming and slipped in a few sleuthy scenes here and there to justify his presence (and I say this as someone who enjoys a lot of the Sherloque nonsense, but he was honestly a pretty pointless addition to the show). And what is the payoff for sidelining everyone else to tell the new girl's story? Just throw her away at the end of the season. But don't worry, a version of her with different memories and a different personality will replace her two seasons later, and her parents' grief for the daughter they knew will just get swept aside because she's "back" now. Just flush the dead goldfish and put a lookalike in its bowl, no one will know the difference.

10. Worst part of fanon.

Oh jeez, so much. So we got A) making Iris out to be toxic/making Westallen out to be incestuous, which is ridiculous, B) the weird obsession many fanfic authors have with either putting Cisco in abusive relationships or making him be his partner's therapist, because the other person in the ship is the real blorbo and Cisco is just a convenient prop to further their development, C) I don't think this technically falls under the category of fanon, but if I see one more "IT WAS ME, BARRY!" joke I'm gonna punch someone in the throat, and D) picking sides—either side, doesn't matter which—during the great Barrisco breakup of season 3. I stay defending them both in that situation, and the way they both get demonized for that is ridiculous. Cutting myself off at 4 things here because this post could go on a long time.

21. Part of canon you think is overhyped.

Every stinkin' crossover ever. Now, to be fair, I do enjoy a few of them, but when you don't watch any of the other shows in the Arrowverse, having to deal with storylines for characters you don't care about is agonizing. And there's just so much about them that just doesn't make sense!! WHY would you put the wedding for your main couple on a different show?! Why would you do that for the reconciliation between two best friends who had a heart-wrenching falling out? Why would you half-ass BOTH of those things instead of giving the audience something satisfying? Why would you bring in some random guy who's not on any of the shows and who no one knows, to be a Big Essential Hero™️ in THE MOST anticlimactic way that didn't require any special skills, and then not even have him show up ever again except for one stupid appearance in a temporary timeline two seasons later? But hey, at least Everyone In The World showed up to appear onscreen for 5 seconds, and then all the protagonists got together and pretended to be besties for the 1.5 days out of the year that they see each other, while all their real besties were off Not Existing for 40 minutes because this ain't their show. There is such a big to-do surrounding every crossover about how big and exciting it's supposed to be, because, "hey, look, everyone's here!" and then most of the time the plots aren't even good.

[elvenxwarrior]

Your Reality - Leviathan

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

CONTENT WARNING: Doki Doki Literature Club reference, song fic

♪ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ɪ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ♪

It's been one month since you've come back from the Devildom. Your backpack remained down by the foot of your bed where you first dropped it upon your arrival home. You sat on the floor beside it and retrieved something from inside.

A scrapbook he had given to you before you left, which you press to your chest.

Leviathan had titled the book "𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦.", which was inked onto the front of the pale brown book in perfect cursive. It was a scrapbook of all of your dates and memories that you had collected together.

As you opened the book again, as you read through it every single day, your heart melted at seeing his handwriting again.

"Day One: You arrived in the Devildom. I didn't know what to expect; to me you were just a normie human."

Underneath were several pictures with you; six of the seven demon brothers, with Simeon and Luke, you and Solomon, Diavolo and Barbatos.

Tears were already threatening to fall.

♪ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ? ♪

"Turns out a month later, that wasn't the case. I fell in love with you, [Name]... and I fell hard."

A picture of you and Leviathan cuddled close together with you kissing his cheek was above the message, both doing a heart motion with your index fingers and thumbs.

You smiled at your matching pastel pink Ruri-chan hoodies; you can't stand to be away from yours anymore as you and Leviathan had swapped hoodies before you had to go, meaning it had his scent on it.

♪ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ... ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ... ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ? ♪

Your anniversary date decorated the edge of the photograph in blue ink and blue sparkly heart stickers.

"She's my own Ruri-chan❤︎

#relationshipgoals #otakus #datesimIRL"

Your first date with him... he made a blanket den for you both to watch anime in, decorated with fairy lights and held an abundance of snacks.

♪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴀssɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ɪs ғᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. ♪

Multiple pictures scattered the two pages, you and the brothers out for dinner, cooking at home, playing games... one of you stood with Beelzebub wearing a shirt that he made you - it said "Kustard Killer" - that earned a melancholy chuckle from you.

♪ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ sᴀʏs ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ? ♪

"I denied my feelings for you for a long time. Buried them deep and convinced myself you didn't like me that way or that I shouldn't like you because you're a normie human."

A selfie of him with Henry 2.0 took centre stage of the page with plenty of goldfish stickers. "But of course something like the exchange programme had to get in the way as we relished in our emotions..."

"Tell me, [Name]...

♪ ɪs ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪғ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ ɪs ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪғ ɪ sᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴇᴇ? ♪"

An entire collage of many pictures spanned a double page, ones of your "his and theirs" matching controllers for each console the envious demon owned, ones that Leviathan's brothers had taken of the pair of you...

♪ Iғ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ? ♪ ♪ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪғ ɪ ᴅ���ɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ... ♪

You close the book, clutching it to your chest like you had done before opening it. You began sobbing harder than ever, screaming out "Take me back! Please take me back!"

♪ ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ. ♪

[oc3anawrites]

Shattered reflections

read chapter one here

summary: Steven Grant has been losing time and hearing a man talking to him in the mirror. he thinks he's gone "absolutely bonkers"

cw: sad steven grant

Chapter 2: Steven, with a V.

Nearly 3 months after Marc’s disappearance she receives a phone call. When she picks up the phone, a timid British man answers.

✦

present day

Steven has had a rough few months. He wakes up in his apartment, checking that his legs are still chained to the bed. As he gets up he checks that the sand around his bed is undisturbed and that the tape on his door is still sealed. He gets dressed and starts his morning by making a phone call to his mother.

“Hello mum, it’s me. Just checkin’ in. I got your postcard, putting it up on Gus’ tank now. It’s nice. He keeps asking me why I don’t take him anywhere nice.” Steven says as he feeds Gus, his goldfish.

“Anyway mum, I still wake up everyday feeling like I’ve been hit by a bus. Other than that, all's well here. Anyway, sorry I missed you mum, I’ll try again tomorrow. Laters, gators.” He says before he ends the phone call and heads to work. 

Stevens day is filled with inconvenience. First he nearly misses his bus, then he falls asleep on a random person's shoulder during the ride. Still exhausted even though he seemingly got a full night's rest. Once he gets to work he makes conversation with a little girl. He tells her about the ‘field of reeds’ your soul goes to after you die and shares his passion about Ancient Egypt. She makes a snide comment about him not being allowed into the ‘field of reeds’ before his boss, Donna interrupts them.

“Don’t know how many times I have to tell you this but you’re not the bloody tour guide Stevie.” Donna says.

“Steven, actually. I am.. Steven.” he responds.

As the day passes, one of his coworkers asks him on a date. 

“7 O’clock tomorrow?” she asks.

Confused, Steven asks if she’s asking him out. She laughs and walks away.

Steven spends the rest of his day at work talking to Donna about his passion for Ancient Egypt. Shut down at every attempt to share his knowledge. 

As Steven leaves work, he nods to the security guard.

“Night J.B.”

“Night, Scotty.” The security guard responds.

“Scotty? It’s Steven with a V.” Steven responds, flustered. And makes his way out of the door.

Before heading home, Steven stops to talk to a man pretending to be a golden statue for tips. He shares all his thoughts about his blackouts, how his body just wants to get up and wander around.How lately he’s been missing pieces of his memory. He also shares his excitement about the date with the girl from work.

“Anyway, if I am going to have a girlfriend, at some point, obviously can’t have ankle restraints on my bed can I? That’s like the definition of a red flag, isn’t it?”

He thanks the statue man for letting him ‘catch up’ and heads home. Before bed he fixes the sand, tapes his door, and puts on his ankle restraints. He listens to a podcast and fidgets with a puzzle cube, trying to stay awake. But eventually he falls asleep.

The next morning he wakes up in an unfamiliar place, pain in his jaw.

“Go back to sleep worm. You’re not supposed to be here. Surrender the body to Marc.” A deep, intimidating voice says.

“Sorry, what? ‘The body’ what’s happening?” Steven responds.

“Oh the idiots in control.” The menacing voice responds.

Over the next hour, Steven fights with the voice in his head. He wanders around an unfamiliar city while men are shooting at him. Utterly clueless, Steven is terrified. Once in the city, he watches a man with blonde hair ‘judge’ an older woman and take her life. The people around notice Steven as an outsider and begin to chase him. They insist he has something called a ‘scarab’ and when Steven tries to hand the scarab over to them, it seems like he’s lost control of his own hands, they’re darting away from the men and his legs are running as fast as they can. Suddenly, his eyes roll back into his head and he blacks out. When he wakes up, his face is covered in blood and there are bodies around him. Terrified, he steals an ice cream truck and drives away. The menacing voice in his head continues to scold him. A chase ensues as he drives the icecream truck, freaking out because he ‘doesn’t even have his license’. Steven blacks out once again and wakes up in his bed, covered in sweat.

“Thank god, it was just a dream.” he says to himself.

He spends the next day doing his usual routine, calling his mom, feeding Gus, making sure none of his measures are tampered with. Suddenly, he notices his fish Gus has somehow magically grown back a fin. He takes the fish to the petstore and the woman there insists she saw him yesterday and that he’s “not quite right” in the head. He realizes the time and gets ready for his date with the woman from his work. He arrives at the restaurant and waits an hour for his date but she doesn’t show. So he picks up his phone and calls her.

“Punchy huh? Calling me now,” The woman says.

“What? What do you mean? I’m at the restaurant for steak. It’s steak time.” His voice was innocent and cracking slightly.

The woman tells Steven he stood her up 2 days ago and tells him to lose her number. Steven could’ve sworn it was Friday but the waiter tells him it’s sunday. A somber expression on his face, tears in his eyes, Steven (who is a vegan) orders one steak for himself. Sits in the restaurant and eats his steak, alone.

On his way home, he calls his mother telling her that the date went great and he’d bring her around soon and introduce her to his mom, just wanting his mom to think he’s okay. He throws away the flowers he got for his date and when he gets home, devours the box of chocolates he bought. He drops some chocolate on the floor and then notices one of his wood panels is scratched, he follows the scratch to a panel in the wall. Inside the panel he finds a set of keys to a storage room and a phone. There is only one name in the phone “Amaya”. So, he calls it.

“Oh my god you're alive. I’ve been texting and calling you for months. I thought you were dead. Where are you? Where have you been?” Amaya states. 

“S-sorry I just found this phone in my flat and I’m trying to figure out whose it is.” The voice on the other end says, sporting a british accent.

“What is with the accent?” She asks.

“Sorry, who do you think I am?” He responds.

“Who do you mean ‘who’ what the hell is wrong with you Marc?”

The name “Marc” throws Steven off guard, he questions why she would call him that. Then the phone hangs up. 

On the other side of the phone, Steven tries to redial the number before hearing a voice in his head.

“Steven.. Steven…Steven… You need to stop. Leave her out of this. You’re going to get yourself in trouble.” The voice is different from the one before. He sounds calm but stern and has an American accent.

Steven begins panicking, searching around his apartment for an intruder. He comes across a mirror and suddenly he sees himself. Except, it’s not him. The man in the mirror tells him,

“stop looking.”

 Steven runs out of his apartment into the elevator. The lights begin to flicker and he hears loud thumping footsteps on the other side of the elevator doors. When the doors open he sees a tall figure with the head of a bird skeleton and a large staff. Steven panics and throws himself against the elevator wall. Questioning his reality, Steven begins panicking further before blacking out once again. When he wakes up, he sees the figure once again.

“Oh my god he’s real.” Steven says to himself. 

Hurriedly, he runs into his work as he has woken up on the bus, at the bus stop for his job. Steven is sweaty, dark circles under his eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. At work, the blonde man he saw before confronts him, trying to convince Steven to give him the scarab. He begins talking about Ammit. He begins mentioning “avatars” of the gods. His name is Arthur Harrow and he is Ammit’s avatar. He uses Ammit’s powers to judge and punish those before they can commit to evil. He explains.

“Oh uh avatar, blue people yeah love that film.” Steven says, flustered.

The man continues talking about how Ammit was betrayed by her avatar.

“By avatar I mean-”

Steven interrupts him.

“You mean the anime.”

The man, growing impatient, tells Steven to stop and listen. Saying he knows about the voice in Steven’s head. The man grabs Steven’s arms and tells him,

“There’s chaos in you.”

 Steven manages to escape away from the man when a flood of guests walk in. Thinking he’s going insane, Steven returns back to work as a gift shop attendee. 

After hours, the lights begin to flicker and a dog growling can be heard, the air whips around Steven and shadows begin to appear

 Suddenly, Harrows voice booms over the intercom-

“Steven Grant from the giftshop, give me the scarab and you will not be harmed.”

an ancient egyptian jackal begins chasing steven around his work, terrified for his life steven runs, nearly tripping over himself and knocking over artifacts. The jackal is menacing, only one thing set on its mind, killing steven.

Steven locks himself in the bathroom and suddenly he hears a voice in his head once again.

“Steven, look at me.” the voice says.

“No, no you’re not real, this isn’t real.” Steven says, slapping himself in his face.

“This is real, I’m real. You have to give me control, it's the only way. Let me save us.” 

Reluctantly, Steven lets go allowing the man to take control of his body. His neck turns back, his face up at the ceiling and his body begins to be enshrouded in white cloth.

The next morning, Steven wakes up in his bed. He runs to work, trying to get there before anyone can see the security tapes of what happened with the jackal last night. He insists to the security guard there was a jackal chasing him but only Steven can be seen on the tape. When he leaves the bathroom it is destroyed. He’s called into a meeting with one of his bosses which suggests he see a psychiatric doctor. The man tells Steven that he no longer has his job. Ashamed and embarrassed, Steven hands over his nametag and heads home.

He decides he needs to use the keys he found to find the storage locker that the keys unlock and prove to himself he’s not “gone mad”.

a/n: i felt so bad writing this why is everyone so mean to steven

chapter 3 out now click here

[quarter-life-crisis2]

About Me tag game

@moni-logues tagged me a million years ago

name! — Lia

number of siblings! — ZERO 

number of pets! — also ZERO (more sad about this one)

favourite colour! — emerald green

favorite author! — impossible to answer given I have the memory of a goldfish and my favourite thing is always the last thing I read; so I’m gonna say Min Jin Lee because Pachinko was beautiful and reignited my reading a few years back; I have another one of her books I haven’t gotten around to reading. 

favorite song! — impossible request, I don’t think I have a singular favourite song; I have a regency bias when it comes to all my favourite things; I’m loving the Jungle - Volcano album, Raleigh Richie’s songs, all of Indigo and Face, anything by Victoria Monet and a million other things

hobbies! — watching video essays, nails, reading and drawings but struggling to invest in these atm, yoga

favorite holiday! — uhhhhhhhh…. none of them? I find holidays disappointing, the expectations are always too high; so I’m gonna answer this wrong and say my personal holiday I loved - yoga resort in Morocco last year was the closest I ever got to peace

fun fact/something i’d enjoy sharing! — I got this tip from a director. I told him I struggle to hold back and not fill the empty space in group settings, especially at the beginning of work meetings. This always increased the possibility that I would say something stupid and embarrassed myself for the sake of the group mood. He told me to simply count to 10 in my head, slowly. Someone else will more often than not fill that space. I started counting in other situations too. Years later I find that I don’t need to count, I can just pause and take in what is happening. It makes it easier to handle anxiety, helps me think through what I want to say and overall gives me a sense of control in my life I didn’t have before. Also taught me that I am maybe a bit of an extrovert because I love entertaining people and that’s much easier to do with a clear mind. 

tagging: almost done guys I promise (please don't block me, I swear I'll disappear again for months)  @ugh-yoongi @gimmethatagustd @yoongiphoria @magicshopaholic @hamsterclaw @chryblossomjjk

[lo1k-diamonds]

I was a bookworm growing up and besides typical detective/mystery stories, what really got me into literature was fantasy - stories just like this one that take me to another world and make me live universes and dream of an alternate life.

It's funny to say this about fanfiction, but at the same time, the best writers are right here, creating amazing stories with characters/people we know. With a worldbuilding, characterization, vocabulary, sensorial descriptions, spice, and an overarching plot that rivals most things being published now.

Enters this world and this fic. It's just one of those little gems (no pun intended 👀) that I will always raise high and above and suggest to anyone who would lend an ear.

I think I've read it four times, and I have always cried multiple times. I have the blessing of the memory of a goldfish, mind you. Not everyone can read/watch something multiple times and sort of "forget" it, getting an almost full experience every time. But since I do get to read stories like this, I get to feel everything all over again. Getting thrown into an intricate political sphere with complex relationships, meeting Jungkook for the first time, feeling the tension and interest buzz between characters as minds are changed and decisions are made, all while kicking my feet at how the guys just won't get off his back and giggling about Onyx being right on the nose (obviously, he knows what's up). Everything is so neatly tied together and enriched with love, from one edge to the other, that I just want to be the OC and get taken away to be this man's partner. This man who is attentive, callous at times, but generous and determined and strong, and accepting and---

So a ten out of ten that I love to re-read when I need a good fantasy AU with a deliciously buff and dark JK. I'm proud to say I worked hard for a sequel and will patiently wait for it as the magic happens ✨

On Wings of Mist & Memories | JJK

▻ On Wings of Mist & Memories ↳ DragonRider!Jungkook x FieldScribe!f.Reader ⤜ Exiled Royalty, High Fantasy AU ⤜ Enemies to Lovers | Angst, smut, fluff ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 39,753 ⤜ Summary: You’re a Psion—disguised Field Scribe—of the Golden Kingdom of Bolas, attached to the Front Wing Infantry. After an ambush from the sky rips down the safe walls around you, you find yourself at the mercy of a brutal man, his dragon, and his shadows. ⚠️ Crass language, combat/violence, minor character deaths, talk of war, brief nudity (nonsexual, mostly), sexual references and feelings, flashback minor character death, mild sexual tension, suggestive inner thoughts, lots of sexual tension, crude banter, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, shadow penetration/sex (it's exactly what you're probably thinking it is: fun af), lots of praise, sexual pleading/begging, endearingly awkward sexual tension, shameless flirting, oral m. receiving, shadow clit play, nipple pinching/teasing, v. sex, mild cum play & eating, multiple orgasms, sad feelings/thoughts of the future, fighting, mild violence, implied minor character death, minor character terminal sickness that leads to off-page death, talk of forced bonds, heartache, pregnancy, off-page childbirth Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Chapter 1: Shadowsword

Chapter 2: Oath Breaker

Chapter 3: Burnished Heart

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ August 2023 “A Love Like War” Writing Event.

A special thank you to @hisunshiine @downbad4yoongi & @peachiilovesot7 for being the best betas!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Glossary/Map Mave - dragon rider who can wield magic, tethered to the soul of their dragon when they bond (death for both if one dies) Psion - infinite memory/recall Reaver - a dragon that can wield magic, tethered to the soul of the rider they bond (death for both if one dies) Noks - infantry soldiers, humanoids who can enter berserk/rage mode Rider - regular dragon rider, no magic, uses bows or scouts Brute - riderless dragon, usually wild and very dangerous Wielder - magic user, no dragon needed Signis - the designated/specific type of power someone wields Helnite - metal ore that can cut off magic from its user Golden Blight - incurable blood disease

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[theheightofdishonor]

For the give me a fandom ask- fullmetal alchemist (whichever version you like most)

Hi!!

this is where i admit i've only seen brotherhood and never gotten around to watching the og (ik ikkkkkkk i swear i will but im waiting to catch up on one piece and that's gonna take the next couple years and)

Also, my memory of this show is slightly vague but! i will try

Favorite Male Character

Ah, I'm basic but I really do love Ed. A cocky, kinda dumb genius is like my kryptonite

Favorite Female Character

again, i'm basic af because I love Winry to death. She's just so cool and yet so real and the way that she loves is so relatable to me

Least Favorite Character

Shao Tucker, I didn't really expect that storyline so it surprised and horrified me and it stuck in my memory for a really long time

Favorite Ship

winry and ed. They're adorable

Favorite Friendship

Alphonse and Ed. I'm a sucker for a good sibling relationship and their dynamic is what really drew me into the show to begin with and I think it is just beautifully done throughout, like the ball's never dropped on that arc

Favorite Quote

i have the memory of a goldfish so none

Worst Character Death (if any)

when the nina dog fusion died.

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment

hmm, i don't really know. everytime alphonse and ed had a sentimental or sweet moment with each other, i melted. They mean everything to me

Saddest Moment

There's soo many, when Alphonse agonizes over whether he's a real boy, when Winry breaks down crying after not killing Scar, when Ed realizes what Alphonse had to do to give him his arm back, obviously the Nina thing

Favorite Location

don't have one

thank you for the ask! Apologies that my answers weren't the best, I binged the show exactly once and my memory sucks. I take it that you're a fairly big fan so i'd love to know your answers to these!

give me a fandom and i'll tell you!

[steddieas-shegoes]

Part 2 to this post

When gay marriage became legal, everyone expected Steve and Eddie to run to the courthouse and get it done.

They’d waited long enough.

But they were watching the news on a hospital room television instead of their home, keeping Wayne company while he received his last chemo treatment.

It had been a really rough six months, Eddie taking the brunt of caring for Wayne so Steve could work and pay the bills for all of them. But they wanted to.

Wayne had done so much for both of them, he deserved to be taken care of now.

The doctors had said he was getting to an age where the chemo would most likely only extend his life by a few years at most, that the cancer growing in his body would only be stopped temporarily by this drug that made him weaker than any cancer could.

At first, he didn’t want it. He told them both it wasn’t worth putting his body through it at his age, but Eddie convinced him through tears that he wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

And Wayne always did have a soft spot for Eddie’s tears.

Every other Friday, Wayne was brought to the hospital by Eddie, sometimes accompanied by Steve if his day off lined up right, hooked up to an IV of fluids and a harsh chemo mix, and kept for observation for 8 hours to ensure it didn’t cause any major issues on his frailer than he’d like to admit body.

The last treatment hadn’t gone well. Wayne ended up having low oxygen levels and high blood pressure, so they kept him overnight. Overnight turned into 3 nights, four days, which is sort of like a cruise to the Bahamas if you take out the fact they were in a hospital in Indiana.

Steve was holding Eddie’s hand as they all watched the tv, their silver wedding bands from a decade ago resting on their ring fingers.

It didn’t have to be legal to mean something to them.

Wayne had been much livelier over the last 24 hours, his blood pressure back at a normal for him level, though his oxygen level still fluctuated between too low and normal.

“Would ya look at that? They did it.”

Steve looked over at where he was sitting up in bed, smiling at the tv.

“They did.”

Eddie was wiping a tear from his cheek.

“Took them long enough.”

Everyone in the room huffed out an unamused laugh.

It did take way too long.

“Steve.”

Steve looked back over to Wayne and noticed he was looking tired again, like the news was the only reason he’d been forcing himself to be awake.

“You remember that bet?”

They’d made a lot of bets over the years, usually during March Madness. Wayne purposely bet against Steve because it was an easy win, even though they liked the same teams and often had similar brackets.

So no, he didn’t really remember whatever bet he was talking about now.

“Oh come on. I’m the old one here. You’re supposed to have great memory.”

“I’ve had like, eight concussions. My memory is like a goldfish.”

Eddie snorted next to him and nodded in agreement. Just this morning Eddie had to remind him that it was trash day despite it being the same day every week for the last 17 years they’d lived in their house.

“You owe me $5.”

“I’d remember that.”

“Eddie asked for you.”

Steve and Eddie looked at each other with concern. Was Wayne having a stroke? Was he slowly losing lucidity? He’d never shown any signs of memory problems, but sometimes being in the hospital had a lot of negative effects.

“When Eddie woke up in ‘86. I told you he’d ask for ya first and he did. Never collected on the bet because you two were too much.”

Steve suddenly remembered everything from that day, tears pooling in his eyes at how all of this started.

If he hadn’t stayed to hold Eddie’s hand then, would he be holding it now? Would they be husbands in every way but legally?

Steve looked at Eddie with a smile.

Then he turned to Wayne and smirked.

“Bet you $5 I propose right now.”

Wayne smirked back at him.

“Bet you won’t.”

Steve gave him the look that said ‘just watch me’ and stood up, dropping to one knee slowly.

“Eddie Munson. We already wear rings. We’ve lived together as husbands for so long, I can’t even believe we aren’t actually married. But I want to be. I want to fill out the stupid paperwork at the courthouse and maybe plan a little wedding with our kids and family. I want to have a honeymoon and be young and in love even though we aren’t young anymore. I want to be yours in every way starting right now. How does that sound?”

Eddie was crying. He was always more emotional than Steve, he just hid it better. Usually.

“You wanna be mine?”

“I’m already yours. I just want us to have everything.”

“Then I wanna be yours.”

“Good.”

Eddie leaned forward and kissed him, more passionately than they usually ever did in public or around Wayne. It was a special occasion, though, what choice did they really have?

After a minute, Steve pulled away and looked over to Wayne.

“Sorry about your $5.”

“I’m not.”

Wayne had never been more pleased to not be able to collect on a bet.

[itsactuallywhitewolf]

OkAy so i just read your thing for dating steven grant and oh my fucking gOD I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I have a request please may you at some point in the future make a fic out of it just disgustingly fluffy possibly with Marc if u fancy it cos i feel like he’s absolutely a totally soppy sappy softie under that angsty boi act! (If you’re not vibing that request no worries at all! Just wanted to say i really like your work!🥰)

Hold Me

Gif Credit

A/N: Hiii, thank you so much, I'm really glad you like the Steven headcanons, I really appreciate it 🥰💕 And yes totally, Marc is such a big softy and all I wanna do is cuddle him! I will definitely write more with in the future, but right now, and given the episode yesterday, I got inspired to write this piece, which is maybe not soo fluffy but it's still very cute! I know it's pretty angsty but I still hope you'll like this one too!

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!Reader

Word Count: 916

Warnings: ANGST, spoilers for episode 5, mentions of death, big mommy issues, fluff at the end✨️

When Marc got the call from his dad, he didn't know what to say. The phone in his hand, the line silent, him at a loss for words, empty at the news. His mother died. And he didn't know what to think, didn't know what to feel. He only knew that there was some relief, but also excruciating pain.

After he got off the call, and his dad's reassuring words had already slipped away from his empty mind, he sat on the ground, back resting against a bookshelf, and stared at the wooden floor. The memories would come and go, one more sorrowful than the other, his heart aching, breaking and cracking open a little more with each of them.

When it was already dark outside, and his bare feet were almost frozen from sitting on the floor, he slowly got up, barely able to hold himself up, and stared into empty space. Crestfallen, he stood there for a minute, not knowing what to do next. It was the quiet hum of the fishtank filter that eventually pulled him back, his eyes now on the goldfish. And that's when it occurred to him. He couldn't let Steven know. Steven, who thinks the number he's calling is his mom's. Steven, who thinks the apartment in which he's living is his mom's. Steven, who was too innocent and pure to know of the death of his mom. Marc knew it would be too much for him, knew it would break him, if not more than himself. And while his mind was racing with thoughts, how he could spare Steven from finding out, grief, pain and fear, something inside him stirred. A thought, an instinct, a longing to get to you. To be in your arms, knowing you'd take care of him, because he knows he can't look out for himself. Not tonight. Because he knew he would do something he'd regret later.

So he got out of the house, trying to get to you as fast as possible, his clothes getting soaked by the rain that was pouring outside, rain that hid the tears that once again fell from his eyes.

And when you opened your door you found him crying in front of you. Stepping forward, he fell into your arms, sobbing on your shoulder, his tears staining your shirt. You were taken aback, putting your arms around him, confused. You didn't know what happened. You'd never seen him like this. And doing so broke your heart. The way he gripped onto you, almost as if he feared you'd slip away at any moment. The only thing you knew was that whatever made him ache like this, made you ache as well.

But you didn't ask. You never did. If Marc didn't tell you, you wouldn't question any further, that's how you both worked. And this time was no different. You slowly rubbed his back, quietly shushing to calm him down. He eventually stopped sobbing, only silent tears left rolling down his face.

You slowly pulled back and watched his gloomy face, his eyes reddened from crying. Giving him a sympathetic smile, you put your hand up to hold the side of his face, trying to make him look at you. But Marc's gaze was set on the floor, shoulders slouched, his expression bleak. Your thumb stroked his cheek softly, your other hand moving up to put away a wet strand of hair in his face. Him being like this killed you inside, making you want nothing more than to care for him, take away whatever pain he had and make him happy again.

You shortly let go of him and closed the front door, which stood open the whole time and had let the cold in. Turning back to Marc, you kissed his forehead and held his hand, pulling him with you to the living room. "Come on, let's sit down," you said softly. He sighed, as if to get himself together, and quietly followed you into the dim room, sitting next to you on the fluffy couch, still holding your hand. And when he finally looked up, seeing your caring eyes, your sympathetic smile, that's when he felt the hot tears gather in his eyes again, another sob leaving his mouth.

You immediately pulled him to your arms, your heart wrenching at him crying. "Shh, it's okay. It's alright, I'm here for you," you shushed. "Come on, lie down a bit. Put your head on my lap."

He was still crying when he lay down, his face drenched in tears. You gently wiped them away, your other hand in his hair, stroking his head, trying to get his sorrows away.

"It just... it hurts so much," Marc spoke quietly, voice quavering. "I know," you whispered in response, pulling his hand up to kiss his knuckles. "It's okay. You can cry, I'm here for you."

And so you sat there, Marc lying down, his head in your lap, his tears rolling quietly down his face until he eventually fell asleep from exhaustion. But you held him, still, pulled the blanket that was on the other end of the sofa over him, keeping him warm, gently stroking his hair. You watched his expression soften in his sleep, softly tracing his little worry lines , leaning down to kiss his forehead, until you, too, got tired and leaned back, sleep overtaking you. But you knew that you'd be there for him when he woke up. And Marc knew too.

My request are still open if you want me to write anything for you!✨️

[writingbymoonlight]

mbti

ft.: timeskip oikawa x reader

word count: ~800 words

a/n: my entry for @kurootosis's for better, for worse collab! lem, thank you for allowing me to join <3

You peer up from the screen of your laptop, which has been taking up the entirety of your attention for…you don’t even know how long. All you know is that your eyes are beginning to hurt. And all you hope for is to be greeted with the sight of your fiancé, Oikawa Tooru, across the kitchen table, assisting you in researching venues for your wedding on his laptop. 

Unfortunately, that is not the case, and he is, instead, staring at his phone intently with pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows; the same exact concentration face he has when he watches a recording of an opponent’s match for research purposes. 

Okay, maybe you were partially to blame for Oikawa’s lack of focus. Earlier during your wedding planning session, you were both casually conversing, and you mentioned the MBTI personality test, which the setter had never heard of. You made a remark about him probably being an ENFJ and then made the mistake of joking that the two of you were most likely incompatible. 

After you made this declaration, Oikawa instantly searched for the MBTI test and started taking it. Based on how long it was taking him to finish the damn assessment, he’s evidently contemplating every single question seriously.

“Tooru…” you whine, attempting to get the brown-eyed man’s attention.

No response.

“Maybe we should get Kageyama to throw the flower petals before I walk down the aisle?”

Silence.

“Do you think Ushiwaka can be the DJ at our reception?”

“Aha ENFJ!” Oikawa exclaims with a wide grin, disregarding your last few comments as he shows you his phone screen. “You were right! You’re a psychic, Y/N!”

“Or I simply know my future husband really well,” you point out with a hint of a smile.

“What did you say your MBTI was? It starts with ‘I’, right?”

The small smile melts away from your face as you narrow your eyes at him. “You already forgot my MBTI type? I literally just told you!”

“I’m sorry! I looked up all the types and their meanings and I can’t remember what yours is now!” Oikawa exclaims in an attempt to justify his goldfish memory. “If you remind me what it is, I won’t ever forget it again! I promise!”

“I don’t know, Tooru,” you dramatically sigh, trying your best not to burst out laughing, as you lean back in your chair, “you can remember all your teammates' quirks and can immediately adapt to them, but you can’t recall a simple detail about myself that I told you not long ago?”

“I said I’m sorry, Y/N!” the Seijoh alumnus practically screeches, which leads you to be slightly concerned that your neighbors are going to complain about how noisy your fiancé is again. Oikawa suddenly slumps his upper body onto the table then looks up at you with a Flynn Rider-esque smolder. “Can you please tell me what your MBTI is?”

A small chuckle manages to escape from you before you ask, “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Because I want to make sure I’m the right guy for you,” he mumbles with a childlike innocence. His smolder has rapidly melted away and he gazes at you with fond puppy dog eyes, and it honestly takes you aback.

The Argentinian player never fails to come off as consistently self-assured about everything, even your relationship. After he proposed, he gloated to you about how certain he was about the entire process: when he was going to propose, what he was going to say, the ring he picked out for you, etc. 

Therefore, Oikawa momentarily expressing a lack of confidence is pretty rare and kind of shocking. 

“Hey,” you say as you reach out your hand, the one with the engagement ring on it, across the table and place it on top of his, “I don't need a stupid quiz to tell me that you’re the right guy for me. I know you’re the one. Whenever I’m with you, I can be myself without fear of judgment. You’re always supporting me and doing little things that I appreciate. You make me feel special and treasured. And most importantly, I love you.”

At your affirmation, a bashful smile forms across the lips of the man you’ve kissed thousands of times. Once you finish speaking, he intertwines your fingers together and sits back up in his seat then he gently places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“I love you to the moon and back, Y/N. And I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispers, his tone oozing warmth and sincerity.

“I can’t wait to marry you too, which is why we should really get back to wedding planning,” you state, gesturing at your laptops. 

“As long as you promise never to bring up having Ushiwaka as a DJ ever again.”

“So you were listening!”