#and i hope these feelings dont confuse and terrify him at all!

[irimarzz]

nvm guys art block cancelled

this is niko he's an indigenous cowboy in the 1950s. he ends up working as a ranch hand with a black man named Aaron. queerness ensues....

[itsfairly]

Saying Out Loud // Nanami Kento x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

cw: none.

notes: HAPPY PRIDE YALL! i normally post once a month, but lets pretend last post was the make-up for may and this one is june's. either way, fits the month, right?

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"I'm bisexual," you said with a small crack towards the end of your words.

your eyes were constantly shifting between his, searching for any reaction or response from Kento as your fingers fidgeted with each other in an effort to calm your nerves.

it was so uncomfortable, so tense, so terrifying. you know this stuff is told at the beginning of a relationship, not months into it, but things with Kento were going so well. you've never felt so calm around someone, so loved in the most simple yet concrete ways, that a relationship could be so easy and rewarding as this one with him. you wanted to hold on to this stage, this moment where things flowed perfectly and the world seemed to say yes, these two are meant for each other. that's why you took so long to tell him.

after all, how many people treated you differently after they learned this about you?

sorry, its just that i dont want to date someone who will make me look over my shoulder to see if they are being faithful.

what? so you're just gonna leave me when you want to date a man or something?

does that mean we can have a threesome?

its was as if there mere mention of your bisexuality was a burden to them or some sort of fetish. it was exhausting and no matter how much you tried to be fine with it, you weren't.

it wasnt like you didnt trust Kento, he had been nothing but respectful to you and such a gentleman. but god, did those relationships screw up your confidence in this area...you thought you could keep this to yourself, but then again, he deserved to know before things went any further, to walk out if this wasn't what he hoped. you would get it even if it was unfair.

with every second his eyes looked into yours, taking in your words with that stoic expression of his that you could barely read at the moment, the fear was growing in your chest. It kept expanding until it reached your lungs and had to take deep breaths to appear calm about this when you were scared shitless. what would he say? why was he taking so long? he wants to break up, doesn't he? of course, he-

"what made you want to tell me now?" Kento asked, his voice calm as ever as if he was asking where you wanted to have lunch, making you wonder if he was even understanding the severity of your words.

"we've been dating for months now, exclusively even, and you deserved to know before things got serious," you said, feeling your heart race with every word you said. hell, you wondered how you managed to speak so clearly with these many thoughts in your head.

"but are you telling me because you want to or because you felt like you have to?" Kento asked, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes showing this concern.

that made you blink a few times. this wasn't the kind of reaction you usually received. you were bracing yourself to hear any apprehension, maybe for him to reject or twist your words, but not to see him worried for you like this.

"i told you, we have been dating for a few months and it would be fair if i kept this from you-"

"but its not fair to force yourself either." Kento interrupted you, his words having this firm yet soft tone to them.

his hands reached out to one of yours, covering it completely in his hold. a steady hold opposite to the fidgeting of your fingers, but in his hands, your hand had no choice but to relax.

"you look so stiff you might break, try and take a breath," he adds, his head tilting to the side as his expression softened.

you do just that, mirroring Kento as he also took a deep breath to encourage you to do the same, and while it did help with the nerves, it didn't relieve your confusion. he wasn't saying much on your coming out, he hadn't say a single word about it yet.

"i wanted—want to tell you because i don't want you to find out later on after investing so much in me and just...you don't need to waste your time if someone like me isn't what you were looking for," you explained.

of course you wanted to tell him, but it didn't took away how scary coming out is, especially when the person you're coming out to is so special and you want them in your life regardless. you didn't want to lose him, but you also didn't want to deceive him like this. maybe you did had to push yourself to say it, not wanting to ruin things so quickly, but you couldn't wait any longer.

Kento sighs, making your heart stop for a second. Was he disappointed? Infuriated? Angry?

But when you heard his words as he squeezed your hand, you were surprised to learn how far off you were...

"i must be awful at making it clear that you're exactly who I'm looking for."

suddenly, its as if your heart gains this new energy, beating and beating as if you just ran a marathon. your mouth feels dry as youfeel your brows knitting together, feeling as if this conversation was bringing more surprises to you than to him.

"you don't care that i'm bi?" you asked quietly, your hand squeezing his back in hopes you didn't hear him wrong.

Kento shakes his head, "i do, but not in the way you think," he says, a shadow of a smile coming to the corner of his lip as he scoots closer to you. His eyes look at yours, silently asking if that was okay. You nod.

"i care, not because it annoys me—i would be an asshole if that were the case—, but because i'm learning about you. The you that you feel most authentic to. While i am happy that you are opening up to me about something so important to you, i wished you would feel more comfortable telling me about it because you were ready, not because you felt pressured to. i'm sorry if i made you feel that."

you didnt know what it was at this point, whether it was the adrenaline or sweetness of the moment, but you knew Kento was the reason with all these words he was saying. he wasn't anything like anyone you'd dated before, he was being so sweet and just a dream. you never thought your chest could swell with this feeling while coming out to someone. it felt...easy.

you quickly shake your head, your turn to scoot over to him with your knees bumping against his. "no, no! you didn't pressure me in any way, Kento. its just that i know how much of a dealbreaker this is to some and i..." you took in a deep breath, feeling your throat hitch with this lump, "god, you have no idea how relieving it is to hear that."

you didn't wait a second longer before you wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug as you rested your forehead in his shoulder. you felt his arms wrapped around you in return, pulling you closer to his body as his hand caressed your back in soothing circles that made your heart calm down.

"someone like you is special," Kento says softly, his breath tickling your ear, "you're choosing me over anyone else, and i feel so honored that you are with me."

you laughed softly, pulling your head back from his shoulder and looking at him with a huge grin. god, he made this so, so easy.

"kento, you have no idea what this means to me. No idea how easy it is to feel lucky right now." You said quietly, taking a deep breath before resting your forehead against his, "thank you, just thank you."

Kento hums, his hand coming up to your scalp to stroke your hair gently. hearing all your words and seeing all the emotions you wore on your sleeve made him realize how big of a step this was for you, how heavy of a topic this was on you. it didn't take a genius to know that this reaction from you meant that this situation didn't went as well in the past with other people, which made his heart hurt for you. Sweet you who thought about him first before herself when this wasn't about him.

more than ever, Kento would make sure that you felt comfortable in your skin and secure in your relationship. you deserved nothing less than that and you were worth investing in as you said in your own words, though he would much rather call it loving you. it sounded more accurate to what he wanted to do.

"you know, now i have to put more effort into our relationship," Kento said softly, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "after all, I'm showing you off to double the people, aren't i?"

[yuri-is-online]

I'm taking a break from making Yutu asks and giving you a jade ask:

Most mer people expect humans to be either helpless or just a little ok when it comes to dealing with bodies of water.

Basing Yuu off of my experiences today, Yuu would not be most people. I come from a province that is full of rivers and waterfalls. When you first step in the water you'd let out squeaks and screams because the water is VERY cold. Cold enough that people stick full watermelons in and when they later crack them, they've turned into sorbet.

Today I went to a water resort that's based in a canyon. I was wearing high heeled sandals and started wading against the stream (yeah I know, pretty dangerous) I fell into the water twice but i still consider it a win since the first time I was dragged in when I was pushing a bench swing and the second time was when i tried sitting on an unstable swing (both were within 2 hours and both times my head stayed above water) my pants still tore from the water pressure

When jade first finds a waterfall on a hike with Yuu, he feels content with setting up a cute picnic. Yuu on the other hand asks jade to hold onto the food, as they eat to swim first. Jade is confused. What swim? WHERE?! Yuu then, fully clothed, walks into the water. Jade wants to scream. Sure they're at the bottom of the waterfall but that's still a lot of water pressure, some merfolk have drowned trying to swim against the stream. Yet Yuu just stands there, in the water, completely unaffected (adjusting to the temperature). Then they JUMP into the fucking water and start swimming to the other side of the stream. Jade loses his mind and starts yelling for them, he even puts his head into the ice cold water and screams hoping they'd hear him. When Yuu surfaces on the other side they look at him in confusion

"what's wrong, jade?"

"WHAT'S WRONG??? PREFECT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DONT YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS?"

"what??? I'll just swim back and forth a few times! It's been a while since I've done this"

"AND WHAT IF THE CURRENT CARRIES YOU SOMEWHERE ELSE? WHAT WILL YOU DO?"

"....I'll stop??? With my legs??? I'll just stand????"

Jade is stunned

Legs. Yes legs. Humans had legs. Merfolk don't. That's why they can resist the current.

That day jade returns looking a little gaunt, which is something that worried Azul for what discoveries his friend had made

-Grim OB Anon

You know Grim OB anon you bring up a really good point with this concept: the way humans interact with water is probably a relatively foreign concept to the Octatrio. We know from Book 3 that NRC has a swimming pool they use for classes, but swimming isn't the only way humans interact with water. The three of them have never seen a water park, and it sounds like a concept that they would brush off as being silly. Why wouldn't humans just swim if they want to have fun? There's all sorts of things you can do to have fun under water, just ask they'll show you.

Jade has a calm facade, and the only time he really is comfortable breaking it is when he's excited. We've only ever seen him upset a handful of times, it's a very intense emotion on him. If this was any other human he would find it funny, but it's you so he doesn't find it funny at all. He's terrified and you are-

Fine. You are confident and radiant surrounded by water and standing up against something that is genuinely dangerous. He still asks you to come to shore, hiding his fear under a faux pout. You scared him, prefect, after he went so far out of his way to do something nice for you. Really the least you can do is just stay with him and let him take comfort in your presence.

[inkedinfusions]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 | eren jaeger chapter 8

⊱𖣂⊰ | In which you fall into a fictional world with the key to Pandora's box.

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content warnings: blanket warnings

a/n: So we are doing this again, where I say that I'm too busy and the next chapter will take a while and then I turn my back and upload on schedule. Anyway. I hope ya'll enjoyed last chapter's cliffhanger!

Thanks for reading!

𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 are taken aback is a gross understatement; you’re utterly stunned. Your eyes widen a fraction, and for a millisecond the air, the ocean, and your heart all still. 

Never in your dreams –well, maybe some of them– would you have thought that your name would come out of his mouth seconds after meeting you. There are no introductions to serve as prelude to his words, no past interactions to serve as crutch for rationalization. 

The gleaming moonlight is suddenly much more brilliant, bathing you both in silver rays. Your hair sways in the salty ocean breeze, and so does his, matching yours in a gentle rhythm. The wind is much calmer than the storm that heralded your arrival, air strangely warmer despite the environment that would suggest otherwise. 

Your name in his lips is not a question, but rather an answer. 

He, somehow, knows who you are, as his tone does not ask if that is your name, but instead states it with the certainty only someone familiar with another can. It is strange, how his eyes speak of understanding, how his stance speaks of kinship.

You are frozen in place for what seems like eternity, but is likely just a couple of seconds. Hange’s enthusiastic voice is lost in the pulse of the sea’s waves, in the drum of your heart, in the whisper of breath of your unasked questions. 

How? Is the first one your mind asks.

Zeke, you reply, before discarding the idea. It is neither logically sound nor something coherent with the instructions and warnings you were given. The Scouts never knew about the Volunteers before they set foot on the island, never considered such an organization's existence in the first place, and much less one that Zeke led. 

Invariably, you know him. 

Unexpectedly, he knows you. 

“What?” you instead ask out loud, when you notice that he is searching your response for confirmation.  

You hesitate with your question, not unlike when you first asked Yelena who she was. It is terrifying how, just when you feel you have a grasp on what is happening, the rug is pulled from your feet and you are left dazed and confused on the floor. 

It makes you think that when you reweave a new carpet from your loom, when you believe you can see the whole picture it depicts, a loose thread will ultimately be pulled by an unknown force, sending you tumbling down once again. 

You are a bit embarrassed of yourself when he gives you a small smile and your stomach flutters just as your cheeks heat up. Maybe this is a dream you think, and it's not the first time that you are hesitant to accept reality, but it is the first occasion that you don't compare it to a nightmare. 

“Don’t pretend like you dont know me,” he says, further baffling you. “We both know way too much for that.”

“We do?” you ask, before correcting your tone. “We do.”

Eren tilts his head slightly, transferring his weight from one foot to another. “Yeah.”

You’ve noticed that there is a lot of space for silence in your life. Whether it contains unsaid secrets, unasked questions, or unresolved doubts, it always lingers behind you, never broken, never explained. 

And yet now, even with the uncertainty with which you approach the newborn conversation, there is implied solidarity in his words, in his actions. Eren didn’t try to pretend he was ignorant of you for the sake of having aces under his sleeve, nor did he attempt to trade that tidbit of information for another. 

Instead he came down the hill –because you are certain he was given explicit orders to not approach the ship’s crew– and talked to you, making it known that you had a connection. One that may only be just brought forth, but that came to life months before your first meeting, when he received his medal and his memories and his burden, and when you watched his story and his rage and his salvation.

You hear a whistle in the distance, and you whip your head towards its source, the sand and rock shore where the two Volunteers and two Scouts remain. You glance at them, too far away to distinguish their faces, their number, but knowing anyways who it is that stands there. Or maybe not, but you couldn't bear to think that your information was now obsolete. 

“I have to go,” you confess as if it is a great sin. 

Eren, who also turned his eyes to the shrill whistle, looks at you again. You swear his eyes soften, and gleam with something akin to… beholding? As quickly as these thoughts enter your mind you dismiss them, because, even if he could claim to know you through his future memories, it doesn’t excuse what you think you see. And so, you conclude it must be a trick of the light and of your perceived closeness to him through his story. 

He nods, not moving from his place between the dunes. You swallow, also not wanting to withdraw, but then you blink and the spell is broken on your end. The sand once again crunches underfoot, but then you stop when he calls your name again in a soft voice that is carried your way by the salty breeze. And so you cast your eyes upon him again, humming questioningly.

“Tell them your name,” is what Eren says after a moment. “They don't know,” he continues, infusing the word with weight, “but they learned.”

And it should be painfully awkward, how blunt questions and half finished answers are being thrown about, but there is no discomfort in the exchange. You know, and he knows, and you hadn’t realized how refreshing it was to just be, not relieved from the burdens but breathing in spite of them. You wonder if he has come to the same realization. 

“I will,” you say. “Thank you.”

“I’ll find you later,” he says. 

“Yeah,” you answer, almost tripping over your words. “Okay.”

You dont think to ask why until much later, when your feet have already taken you to the other side of the pier, sand crunching rhythmically under your robotic footsteps. Why he would tell you, and why now, and why in that way. But the more you delve into it, the more obvious it becomes. 

Eren knows what is supposed to happen (giant footsteps and crunching bones and the spray of blood and–) and is, in his eyes, powerless to do anything but follow the path already established by his future self, who is likewise chained by the same revelations. Perhaps you are as well, if the haunted look in his eyes is any indication of the unstoppable future that will be realized in a little more than three years. 

Still, everyone seeks salvation, even those who sacrifice themselves in order to save others. You and him are no exception. 

You will save him from his preordained fate, determined by his past, by his future. He will save you from your uncertain destiny, shrouded in mystery and paradoxes. 

Maybe you don't need to reweave a new tapestry just yet; maybe it's enough to only untangle the yarn. 

Hange Zoë is no less enthusiastic than the character you used to watch on Tv. Levi Ackerman is no less distrustful than the man you read manga about. They haven’t greeted you yet, as you’ve only just arrived to stand behind Yelena, next to Onyankopon. 

He glances at you when you arrive, silently asking with his eyes what held you back. You shake your head almost imperceptibly, imploring that neither he nor Yelena press the issue. 

“Is that her?” Hange chirps, curiously referring to you. 

You almost want to look behind you, to see if there's anyone else they might have been talking about, but you know there is no one else in your vicinity, and you're the only one who has approached recently enough to warrant the question. 

“She is the last one.” Yelena says. “Please excuse her tardiness.”

“Oh! Well, in that case it's so nice to meet–” 

“Four eyes,” Levi interrupts. “Now's not the time for chit-chat.” He turns to glance at you, before returning to look at Yelena, the de facto leader. “Expect the ship to be searched while we escort you three to our base.”

“I would expect nothing less,” is what Yelena responds. “Your caution is commentable.”

“Sure,” Levi says dryly, not an ounce of belief in his voice, signaling unnamed Scouts to march onto the ship and its crew. “Get walking.”

You all file in, walking amongst the dunes and rocks, with Yelena at the helm of your little group. You feel eyes on you, but when you turn to look no one in your direct vicinity is watching. Instead, you trip when going up some slippery rocks, too preoccupied with searching for nonexistent eyes, but fortunately Onyankopon catches you, grabbing your arm to prevent your fall. 

The rifle slung over his shoulder rattles with the commotion, and you feel how the others turn to look at you, before registering both your actions as non threatening. 

“Careful there, kid,” Onyankopon says. 

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly, heart still reeling from your near slip. “Sorry for the, uh, tardiness.”

“It's all good,” he reassures you, although you know your notoriety for being late is only growing. 

You also know –well, maybe not know, but you are smart enough to deduce– that Onyankopon does want to ask you about your reasons for not heading directly to the pier after the Volunteer in charge of letting you out of your small cabin reported to his post. 

But he won’t pose the question right now, where there is a great chance of being overheard, and where exchanging secrets would only cause more suspicion from the Scouts. 

There is no idle chatter as you make your way to the multiple tents that make up the Scout’s base, scattered around an open field in an orderly fashion. Small yellow dots light up the entrance flaps of each green structure, and there are multiple barrels strewn around. 

You once again feel eyes on you, only this time you are aware of who those eyes belong to. It is a given that the other soldiers would be apprehensive about the Volunteers sudden appearance, but you notice how their attention lingers a tad too long on you. 

You force yourself not to squirm under the weight of their curiosity, of their judgment. Yelena and Onyankopon get noticed as well, but it is you that garners the most attention. Because, well, adults are what they expected Marley to send, but a teenager? Even if you are older than some of the recruits and Marley didn’t actually send you, it was still something they didn’t account for. 

So it is strange, even to you, who was made aware of this prematurely, how you are included in the small group with the proclaimed leaders of the Volunteer faction. Yeah, you can see why all eyes are primarily on you. 

Hange reaches a tent that seems larger than all of the others, and enters through the flap, and the rest of you follow, flanked by Levi. They grab at the knob of the hanging lantern and the space is coated with light. On the inside there is a table and red chairs, two on one side, two on the other. Hange brings a third one from a corner, raising the total to five.

“Sit, sit!” they usher you, taking their place on the other side of the table. 

“Weapons on the table,” Levi says, less enthusiastically. 

You don't have any weapons to turn in, so you walk towards the chair on the far right and sit, fiddling with your thumbs before you remember to quash the anxieties bubbling inside of you. There is a strong sense of deja vu when you reach for one of the teacups gingerly placed on the table, noting with some sourness how bitter tea always seems to follow you in interrogations and introductions. 

You disassociate for a moment, choosing to retreat into your thoughts, rewinding your earlier interaction with Eren over and over again, not unlike what you used to do with his older brother. 

What sets it apart is the intention with which you are dissecting it, turning his words upside down to squeeze more of that refreshing understanding (You know, and he knows, and you hadn’t realized how refreshing it was to just be—) out. 

There is silence again, but this time it is filled with tension. You blink, unsettled by the lack of discussion between the two Volunteers and the two Scouts, only to find the later ones looking at you expectantly, Levi’s expression disguised with more finesse than Hange’s.

“…Sorry, what?” you ask. 

“Your name,” Hange clarifies. “I asked for your name.”

“Oh,” you say. “It’s Y/n.”

There is something almost imperceptible in the way Hange fiddles with Yelena’s gun, a recognition in both their and Levi’s eyes that you might’ve missed were it not for Eren’s insistence in presenting yourself with your name. 

You risk a glance at Yelena but her eyes are on you, not them, as are Onyankopon’s, so you let yourself breathe, halfway convinced they didn’t notice.

Hange does not miss a beat. “It’s nice to meet you Miss Y/n!” they say, drowning out your protests of Just Y/n please— and placing the gun back on the table, next to the rifle.

You nod, hesitant. “It’s nice to meet you too, uh, …?” You trail off, not remembering if they already introduced themselves or not.

“Hange Zoë, at your service!” They say, nudging Levi when he doesn’t say anything.

“Levi Ackerman.” And if you notice the distinct lack of add on like Hange’s introduction, well, that is to be expected.

Yelena takes the opportunity to steer the conversation away from pointless (to you) introductions and unimportant (to her) dialogue.

“So, about our proposal…”

She launches onto the plan you rehearsed and memorized with Zeke, drilled into your mind enough times as to prevent any slip ups of the scheme only him, Yelena, and you know.

It’s not different at all from the one presented in the series, and although you now have it branded deep in your mind, back home you had to watch several videos and read several posts in order to understand. 

The beauty of Attack On Titan was in the convoluted yet intriguing plot and themes, yet sometimes you needed outside help to comprehend half of the stuff that was going on. The fact that each character has their own motivations and their own secrets on top of the changing allegiances do nothing to help.

Still, hours and hours spent scraping the wiki and watching compilations finally pay off, and you’re confident in your ability to not only remember each plan, but also the people involved and the moments in which their loyalties shifted.

The motions are well rehearsed; Zeke will contact the nation of Hizuru, and Hizuru will contact the outside world, advocating for Paradis, as well as provide the blueprints necessary to help advance the island’s technology.

The plan would take around fifty years to reach completion, the amount of time that is estimated as enough to take to bring Paradis to a similar level technology wise to the rest of modern society. There would be a small-scale Rumbling to show off the island’s power, acting as a deterrent for nations with wishes to invade. 

Hange takes the gun again, pointing it directly at their face. It is unloaded, but it still unnerves you. You weren’t a gun savvy by any means, but the first thing you had been taught by Zeke when going over gun safety was to never ever point the gun at yourself, not even when it had the safety on, not even when it was unloaded. 

Yelena lists off the numbers of personnel in the army, counting all the divisions; the infantry, the navy, and aerial forces. Despite Hange’s and Levi’s best attempts, it is evident how frazzled they are by the revelation. 

One million foot soldiers, three fleets of twenty one battle ships each, new technologies and aerial weapons. Those are the new enemies that they must now fight against, a stark contrast to the mindless but brutal titans they are used to dealing with. 

“If Marley had such capabilities the whole time, why haven’t they attacked in over a year?” asks Hange. 

“There are two main reasons,” Yelena begins. “One; the Pure Titans. Even with the latest weapons available to Marley, they would hinder a land assault. Quite ironic that the very thing that is used to confine Eldians to the island also protects it from outside forces.” 

“Yeah, well, ain’t that funny,” Levi says. 

Yelena sips her tea. “Still, I’m impressed.”

“Impressed?” Hange asks.

Yelena doesn’t answer, choosing instead to take a sip from her cup. She looks at her right, directly at you, as if she wanted you to answer in her place. And you can't and won't ever be able to read her mind, but you’re pretty sure you can guess what she is playing at. 

“It's almost dawn,” you point out. “And we are sitting in a tent drinking tea. There is no commotion outside, no one hurrying to their fighting posts. There are also no protective structures around the base, suggesting that you have exterminated almost if not all titans on the island.”

It's clear they weren't expecting you to speak. Even if Eren told them something, the most logical approach to your presence in the tent was as a buffer, something for the Scouts to pick at, to find weakness in. Yelena is helping you overcome that, because, even if it would be easier to infiltrate them if you are deemed as non-threatening, the trust that would be placed upon you should you be assessed as capable makes them want to take the gamble. 

“And the second reason?” Hange asks. 

“Currently, Marley is at war with multiple nations,” Yelena says. “The loss of the Colossal and Female titan, as well as the defeat of their Warrior unit has given many of their enemies the chance to unite and retaliate against Marley.”

“If you guys are secret agents who infiltrated Marley, I’m guessing you came from conquered nations?” Hange asks. 

Yelena’s and Onyankopon’s faces harden– one fake, one true. 

“Oh, I’m right?!,” they exclaim after. “I bet you’ve got some pretty big backers to go up against Marley then.”

“Not quite,” Yelena says, and after a moment she clarifies. “Onyankopon and I are from conquered nations, but Y/n is Eldian.” There is only one truth in her whole statement, a new record. “We were powerless, forced to play soldiers for the nation that took our homes, but Y/n was deemed a devil the moment she was born.”

The fake backstory you're using makes you a little uncomfortable, but it sure was convenient. They wanted to paint you as smart, but not too intelligent as to outsmart Paradis. Dependable, but not a pushover. Eldian, just like them, facing obstacles even when outside the walls. 

You tune out Yelena praising Zeke for organizing the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers, calling him a god amongst mortals. You hoped that small, subtle discomfort showed in your face, so the two members of the Scouts present would notice that you weren't lost in reverence for Zeke. 

“We are the Anti- Marleyan Volunteers,” she finishes. “Our goal: To free the Eldian people.”

Levi and Hange share glances, no doubt discussing the answer they would give. 

“We would like assurance of your allegiances,” Levi says. “You will not be able to contact Eren, or any of the others for that matter, but we want the girl to come with us.”

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[obeymefictionwriting]

HIHI HELLO HELLO IVE BEEN WAITING TO REQUEST THIS!!

Can you write like, headcanons for the obey me! Brothers meeting your (older) siblings?? Because I have 2 older brothers and they're both SO PROTECTIVE LIKE OMFG when I was a teenager and I went out they would always send me a message like this

Them: wya

Me: hanging out w/ a friend

Them: who

Me: (friend name)

Them: Who tf is that, I'll beat everyone into the ground

IGNORE IF U DONT WANNA/ DID IT ALREADY!!! Ly and ur writing <3

Sorry it took me long to reply, I'm kinda bringing this blog back to life. absolutely yes!

Lucifer:

Wears his signature strict look but *screams internally*

He knows too well how much of a headache siblings can be so he is really cautious

*Ahem* Nice meeting you

Serves a stern look and holds the gaze of both your siblings

Acts very respectfully around you because well, that's how he really feels about your relationship!

Offers a firm handshake and really charms them with his confidence

"Hmmm looks like a reliable fella", one of your siblings whispers once Lucifer leaves your place

Mammon:

"WHERE IS MY SHOTGUN" (sibling)

At first he is kinda confused but then remembers living with Lucifer under one roof and his confident returns

"Ayo, stop shootin' dis gazes at me. I'm immune"

He notices how protective your siblings are and feels like he and them will get along

"MC are such a troublemaker, I always have to keep an eye on 'dem"

After an hour, he laughs, fools around and acts completely natural around your family

Leviathan:

W-w-what do you mean, meet your siblings??

I have six of my own, I don't need any extra!

Terrified but determined

At first he is super silent and shy

Then, one of your siblings mentions THE GAME

"MC, you can go to bed, we'll just sit here for another hour or two"

Satan:

"Hmph, is it really necessary?"

Acts reserved (tries to) but is really nervous

Senses protectiveness from your siblings and nods in approval

"I think we'll get along"

Gradually relaxes around your siblings and start making jokes and discussing books

"YOU HAVE A CAT AT HOME??"

Asmodeus:

"Don't worry sweetheart, I can charm anyone"

Beams with delight and shakes hands enthusiastically

"So tell me about your childhood!"

Laughs and listens closely to everything your siblings have to say

"Now we all need to get matching sets of clothes!"

To your surprise, shows knowledge of sports and action movies

"I need to follow the trends, darling"

Beelzebub:

Is immediately welcomed and loved

Your siblings drag him to the backyard to show their equipment

"My workout routine? I guess I can show you"

Is a bit intimidated at first but quickly feels at ease

"Can I have another bag of chips?"

Laughs and hugs you tight, happy to fit in

Belphegor:

"All my siblings except Beel are so annoying - hope yours are not"

Is a bit too polite and calm at first

After testing the grounds, starts with his witty remarks and sarcastic jokes

Actually becomes the center of attention and flawlessly charms everyone

"Me? I'm the youngest, yes. Oh, I don't act like one? Why, thank you"

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

I am dumb and completely forgot some side characters 😶

Context: this is really just a part two to my MC with facial piercings! This MC is what looks like me because I have a lot of 'em :p

Diavolo

When you first arrived infront of him and the rest of the RAD council staff he was very confused, shocked and excited. For one he finally has the other human exchange student here in his kingdom to complete his dream for the rest of devildom. On the other hand he was very confused on how someone so small (to demons) had such a scary look to them! He was speaking of your facial piercings. He by no means was judging you he infact thought you were pretty RAD looking. Ha....get it? Anyway he accepted your appearance with open arms and after a few months of you being there he is constantly excitedly asking you of every last detail for each of your piercings.

Barbatos

He knew of your arrival but not quite so much your appearance. He stood next to his lord and waited patiently. Once you finally did arrive all he did was smile slightly and welcome you here in devildom. He will admit the piercings were something he was curious about but he still was cautious of you his lord seemed to love you but he still had mixed feelings. As you stayed longer he eventually forgot they were there honestly. He from time to time asked about them but never pried much he didn't care to.

Solomon

This sorcerer was very pleased with how you looked. He hadn't had a human partner in a while so once he saw that the new exchange student was human he seemed pleased. He was even more pleased by your strong and intimidating aura. He immediately asked questions and even broke a boundary touching them. Luckily you didn't mind. Months later he purposely messes with your piercings to not only get close to your face but also piss off the brothers stating he's simply just interested in them when in reality he just loves toying with you.

Simeon

He was frightened but hid it well. He kept reminding himself 'don't judge others' in his head when first meeting you. He thought doing such actions as putting holes through your skin was frightening and hoped you were nice. As months went on he grew used to them he still doesn't like hearing of the process of them getting grossed out but he just says he now finds them beautiful since they stick to you perfectly<:

Luke

This poor boy was heavily frightened of you as well but he did not hide it. He scurried off and hid behind simeon the first time he saw you. 'Aren't humans supposed to be neutral looking!?' he thought. After some warming up he really took 'dont judge a book by its cover' to heart as you were as sweet as can be not terrifying at all. He now admires them and says to use them to your advantage to scare off the demons when in reality they love them just as he does.

[littlemissthunderstorms]

confessions

alex turner x reader

bookstore au! your best friend/co-worker alex has been distant towards you recently

———

you sighed, tossing your jacket on as you made your way to the front door. alex marched ahead of you, eager to get to his car. he already seemed annoyed enough that you and him had been the ones to close tonight. alex was your best friend but recently he’d been so distant, so cold towards you and you had no idea why, but it made your heart hurt.

the whole day, it seemed like he was avoiding you. earlier in the day, whilst you were arranging a pile of new books on the shelves, you caught his eye from across the store, smiling warmly at him, hoping to relieve some of the tension and just wishing everything would go back to normal. instead, he completely ignored you, eyes cold and hesitant as he looked away. he’d been slowly distancing himself the whole week and you’d had enough.

you missed laughing together all day, working on cute little displays for new books, and taking lunch at the same time so you two could explore new cafe’s in town. you just wanted your best friend back. and it hurt.

———

furrowing your eyebrows, you quickly locked the front door of the bookstore, turning around to catch up to alex.

the crisp autumn air bit at your cheeks and nose, turning them a rosy pink color. the night sky was an intimidating shade of dark blue on this particular night. not a star in sight.

catching up to alex, who was still looking straight ahead and walking at the same pace, you shoved your hands into your pockets. “is everything okay?” you missed him so badly, praying that he would just tell you what was wrong. instead, he turned around, his eyes cold as he gave you an insincere smile. “yep.” he muttered, still looking at you.

you gazed back at him unconvinced. hurt, your eyes glazed with tears as you gave him a smile and nodded. he looked back at you, regret flooding into his features. you turned to walk away, accepting that you may have just lost your best friend.

“wait!” alex exclaimed, running after you and gently grabbing your arm. you turned around, sniffling as a tear rolled down your face. alex looked into your eyes with an intensity and sincerity that made your heart flutter.

he quickly embraced you in a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying the side of his face in your hair. surprised, you hugged him back. “im sorry. i didn’t mean to make you cry.” he muttered. you tried to pull away a bit but he just hugged you tighter. “i- i don’t know what i did.” you sniffled, voice trembling.

“i know i know. you didn’t do anything hon i’m sorry.” you sighed at the comforting feel of him holding you, relieved but still confused. “then why have you been so cold towards me? i miss you alex. i just want my best friend back.” you stammered, brows furrowed, his grip on you still tight as your head rested on his shoulder.

“because i’m in love with you.” alex replied. your heart skipped a beat and your stomach swirled at his words. he’d said it in such a sweet, calm manner that made your heart melt. you were speechless.

alex pulled away slightly, cupping your face in his hands and gently wiping a tear away with his thumb. “its just, it’s hard wanting to kiss you every time i see you knowing i can’t. knowing we’re just friends. i was terrified of ruining our friendship, but then i almost did anyways.” he scoffed. “i’m so sorry, i never meant to hurt you. i was just stubborn. and jealous.”

you looked up at him with soft glittery eyes, lost for words. alex continued. “i- i’m sorry, i just thought i’d tell you how i felt. if you dont feel the same you can walk away right now and i wont even-“ “alex.” you cut him off. the boy looked down at you, confused as you smiled at him.

“i love you too.”

———

hope u liked!! i love writing love confessions its sm fun

this is also inspired by that one jim and pam scene from the office 💞 (PARENTS I LOVE THEM)

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Chapter 30 ~ The shift

Hidden Depths

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Genre: Fantasy whump

CW's: none

WC: 3749

Taglist: @dont-touch-my-soup, @kixngiggles

In which Resh makes plans for the future, and Carr is still dealing with some stuff

AN: Whelp. I thought this would be the end, but I did in fact end up needing to split the chapter, so instead, enjoy some more angst because I just can't stop, apparently, and there'll be one more chapter to follow, which I have written and can thus assure you that it will indeed be the last chapter this time. *takes a deep breath*

I was going to wait until next week to post since I missed my time yesterday, but y'know what? I don't feel like it, so enjoy!

Resh

Carr was right. His little admission had changed everything. 

In the best way. 

Well, eventually in the best way. 

Moving toward the best way. But he was optimistic. 

The first few weeks after their talk had been awkward as fuck. Resh had spent them terrified she’d change her mind, since she seemed to waffle between fighting some internal battle and being okay with the newly defined state of their… relationship? He was still hesitant to call it anything like that. Maybe he’d stick with very good friendship.  

As time passed, though, she seemed to have more moments where she was comfortable with what was between them than not. She still hadn’t moved out of the room he’d been given, even though the times he woke up confused were less and less. 

That, more than anything, gave him hope that her trust in him would override whatever past experiences were driving her fear. 

A knock sounded at the door to his room, interrupting his musings, and Resh rose from the chair he’d been sitting in to answer it. The ease with which he moved was still new enough to marvel at; turned out eating and sleeping well did wonders for the body. Sleeping in the same location and having Carr there when he woke did wonders for his mind. 

Salma gave him a sunny smile when he opened the door, bustling inside at his invitation. “Morning, Resh. Where’s Carr?” 

He considered what he’d been taught so far of the common hand signs, decided they weren’t sufficient to answer, and instead retrieved his notebook to scrawl out his reply. In the shower. Again. She loves that thing.

Salma laughed. “I’m happy to hear that. Are you ready?” 

He nodded, then held up a finger. One moment. After he told Carr he was going out, he grabbed his gloves before following Salma down the stairs and out of the manor. 

The square was quite busy today, he found. They had to dodge people left and right as they headed straight through, passing merchants with pop-up stalls hawking wares and baked goods. 

“Fall festival,” Salma said when he arched his eyebrows in question. “It’ll be busy all week. Speaking of,”–she paused to greet a child who stopped to show her a pretty bauble–“remind me later that there’s something I wanted to ask you.”  

He followed her past the ring of businesses outlining the town’s square into the residential area, wondering what she could possibly need from him, of all people. 

But he forgot all about it when they stopped outside a two-story house at the end of one of the cobbled streets. The exterior was a mix of wood and mica-flecked stone, and there was a porch with a swing, and a fenced, landscaped yard, and… oh, it was wonderful. 

The steps creaked a bit as he ascended, which he took mental note of. But the paneled door swung open smoothly, and when he bent down to check, he found it fit perfectly to its frame as he closed it behind Salma. 

“We’ll be here all day if you’re planning on inspecting every aspect of the house that thoroughly,” Salma said, teasing him lightly. 

Resh gave her a sheepish grin as he straightened up from his crouch. 

The sun streamed in from the house’s many glass-paned windows, illuminating the way quite well as they toured the rooms. Resh was pleased to find the wood paneling was consistent throughout. The only white was on the ceiling, and thick wooden beams crisscrossed that. He wouldn’t stay confused for long if he woke up from a nightmare in this place. 

There were four bedrooms, two on the ground floor and two upstairs, which was more than he strictly needed, but he’d like for Carr to have her own space. As for the other, well, they’d find something to do with it. 

The main level had multiple separate living spaces, so they wouldn’t be stepping all over each other but could still come together if they wanted. There was even an additional living space upstairs, which Resh thought might make a nice private escape for Orla as she got older. 

He was grinning from ear to ear when they finished their walkthrough. 

“I take it you like?” Salma asked. 

Resh nodded, then held up his notebook. I think the shower might sell it for Carr. 

Salma laughed. “Yes, the former owner contracted the Architect class mage we had brought in to update the manor. Many others followed in her footsteps, though not all. I think this is the only mage-updated house that’s vacant, currently. And I don’t expect it will stay that way for long.”

Resh nodded, then wrote out a reply. I don’t expect so either, since I want it. I’d like to show Carr and Orla before it’s official though, if that’s alright? 

“Of course,” Salma said. “You could always take them out to the festival later and swing by after. As a surprise,” she added with a sly smile. 

He returned her smile; it was a good idea. 

Moving back into the kitchen, he ran his fingers over the carvings on the table, admiring the craftsmanship. Memories from his woodworking apprenticeship rose, and he sighed. He wasn’t sure he could see himself returning to the trade, committing himself to the years of training he’d missed out on. 

He had more experience with being a merchant at this point, but there was no way he could sustain the travel a merchant typically did, not right now anyway. The crown’s money, returned to them through Adan and Salma’s generosity, would tide them over for a few years even after purchasing this house, but eventually, he’d need to decide on a trade. Maybe by then the memories of his treatment at the prince’s hands would be… less fresh. 

Wondering about his future reminded him that Salma had wanted to ask him something. He waved for her attention as she walked by the kitchen, then used the sign for question before pointing to himself. “Question for me?” 

It was a crude use of the little hand sign he knew, but it got his message across. 

“Oh, thanks for reminding me,” Salma said. She walked over to the table. “I wasn’t sure if you were ready to think about a trade yet,”–the ‘with what you’ve been through’ went unsaid, but Resh winced anyway–“but I was wondering if you might consider registering your mage ability with the town.”

He sucked in a breath, taking an involuntary step back before he remembered that this town used magic in their daily lives. His sign for question was still a little brittle, though. 

Her expression softened. “We use it for work requests. There are several people with minor abilities, but I’ve heard yours might be a little stronger than that. You’d probably be able to make a comfortable living selling your services if you wanted. And if you wanted or needed more work, we could let some of the other nearby towns or villages know you were open to requests.” 

Oh. Resh stared, more than a little shocked. He’d never once considered that people might actually be interested in paying him for his magic. 

Salma approached him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “I know it’s a different approach to magic than what you’re used to. Take some time to consider. I just wanted you to know it was an option.” 

Resh nodded, his mind already whirling with the possibilities. He could probably work as much or as little as he wanted, depending on the demand for his particular ability. His gaze swept over the kitchen. The possibility of having an actual job enhanced his imagination, filling in some of the holes in his dreams.    

“Okay, good.” She smiled. “Well, I’ve probably been away too long. Adan will start to worry, and I think we have to make a speech or something at the festival later.” Salma squeezed his arm before stepping away. “Are you ready, or would you like to stay a little longer?”

Resh shook his head. He followed her out, turning to look at the house once more before leaving. Visions of what he hoped would be his future played out before him: Carr sitting with her feet pulled up on the swing; Orla planting a garden for spring; all of them coming together after a long day and entering their home, as a family. 

A family. 

The thought made his heart ache, but in a good way. He rubbed his eyes; he’d been shedding far too many tears over the last few weeks, and they were sore. But who could blame him? Things were coming together in a way he could never have dared to hope for. 

He followed Salma back out into the bustle of the square, hoping Carr would like the house as much as he did. 

~~~

Carr

It had been a long time since Carr had been forced to endure the madness that came with a seasonal festival. 

The variety of choice and people had been a novelty for all of five minutes before she’d been ready to be done, but Resh and Orla had seemed happy enough, so she’d endured. The tightness around her eyes must’ve become noticeable at some point though, because Resh had sent Orla off to play with some of the other children before heading for an empty bench on the periphery of all the nonsense.

She took his offered hand as they sat, grateful for the reprieve.  

In the city, she’d been on nights for longer than she cared to remember presently. While she was a damned good pickpocket, Nykim’d had other ideas on how to utilize her particular skills, and she hadn’t complained. 

Market days were about as crazy as she could handle. Seasonal festivals were on a whole other level and lasted for days, besides. 

Resh squeezed her hand, and she swiveled her head, wondering if she’d missed something. 

But no, Orla was still playing by the fountain with the other children. They were all smiles and giggles as they splashed at one another. It might be midway through autumn by now, but it was still warm enough for such activities. Carr wondered if it even snowed this far north. She wouldn’t be sad if it didn’t. 

Spying nothing out of sorts, she turned her attention back to Resh. 

You okay? he asked. 

She shrugged, her eyes darting back out over the crowds. The bench they’d settled on to keep watch over Orla was out of the main square but still close enough that all the noise and activity was still very much in her face.    

Happy noise and excited activity. Although, that lady’s tone had gained a sharp edge while she haggled with one of the visiting merchants. Carr kept an eye on her, her body tensing. It took her a moment to realize Resh was squeezing her hand again. 

You aren’t on duty, you know, he said, his lips twisting in a wry grin. 

Carr grimaced. “Maybe it’d be better if I was. I can’t seem t’ stop lookin’ for trouble.” She frowned at the thought. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen one pickpocket yet. Isn’t that strange?” 

Resh shook his head, disturbing the fall of hair across his brow, which exposed his scar. That doctor might be a total ass, but the cream he’d given Resh to help fade the burn’s angry appearance was doing a great job. She reached out to fix his hair anyway, knowing he wouldn’t want it on display. 

The smile he gave her in return had her stomach doing flip-flops. Her cheeks flushed, and she sat back with a thump, staring straight ahead. She didn’t realize Resh had released her until her bones protested how hard she was squeezing her hands in her lap. 

Forcibly, she unclenched them, then rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants. Mother’s cunt, she needed to get ahold of herself. 

It was fine, she told herself. She was allowed to like him. He wasn’t going to leave her. He wasn’t going to hurt her. 

He wasn’t going to leave her. He wasn’t going to hurt her. 

He wasn’t going to leave her. He wasn’t going to–

Resh’s shoulder bumped into hers, and she started. 

You want to get out of here? he asked, the wrinkle between his eyebrows betraying his concern. 

Oh gods, did she ever. But– She glanced over at the fountain, watching as his sister coaxed a flower to bloom to the evident delight of a younger child. “Orla’s having fun. I’ll be fine.” 

He gestured toward a large, dark-skinned man in uniform who seemed to be watching over the children. I’ll ask Uvellin to keep an eye on her, if you’ll give me a minute?

Carr nodded, supposing if she couldn’t trust the captain of Hallin’s guard to watch out for one child, then she had no business enlisting in said guard to begin with. Although, she was starting to think she’d be more suited as a consultant or something. Maybe a weapon’s trainer. Not the sword, but their skills with a dagger could definitely use some help. 

She kept an eye on Resh while her mind wandered, watching as he used a combination of gestures, hand sign, and his notebook to communicate with the guard captain. It had surprised both of them to learn that there was a common language one could use to speak with their hands and not their voice, but they were still learning, which explained why he was writing now. 

Uvellin clapped Resh’s shoulder, the big man staggering him a bit as their business concluded. Carr tried to keep her amusement to herself while Resh made his way back but knew she’d failed when he narrowed his eyes at her. 

He rubbed his shoulder, his lips quirking as he said, That man’s too strong for his own good.

Carr choked on a laugh. “He can’t help it. ‘Sides, that’s a pretty good quality for a guard t’ have.” 

Damn, that wasn’t something she’d ever expected to say about an authority figure.  

Shaking it off, she moved to follow Resh when he tilted his chin, asking if she was ready. They skirted the square instead of going straight through; Resh likely sensed in whatever way it was he had to read her that she couldn’t handle the press of bodies right now. 

It was probably stupid, considering they’d have to go all the way around to get back to the manor, but she appreciated his consideration nonetheless. 

But they were only halfway around when he led her through an alley that spilled out into a public garden in the residential district. 

She raised her eyebrows, stopping in her tracks. “What’s this?” 

Resh turned to face her. I’d like to show you something, if you’re up for it. The whole town must be in the square right now, so it should be pretty quiet back here. 

What could he possibly want to show her in the residential district? Her eyes darted around, taking in the neighborhood beyond the garden. It seemed like a nice place, but she hadn’t been back there yet. 

“Okay,” she said, but she refused his hand when he offered. Her hand hovered over her dagger while she followed him deeper into the streets. 

Gods, these houses were huge. Who needed two levels on a personal dwelling? There was plenty of space between them, with trees and hedges and fences to protect privacy. Every home seemed like its own mini village. 

Resh led her to a property on the end of one of the streets. Farmland stretched out in seeming perpetuity behind it, and she could see the edge of the Seleni Wood in the distance on the side. 

The house loomed above her, all wood and stone and intimidation. A porch wrapped around it, and her eye caught on a swing swaying in the light breeze. 

“Who are we visiting, Resh?” Carr asked, stifling her sigh. She didn’t really feel like more people right now, but he must think it was important if he’d brought her here. 

He shook his head. No one. I want to show you the house. 

Why? She didn’t ask, though, because he seemed excited, and she didn’t want to spoil that. Instead, she nodded and followed him into the house. 

All she could think about was how big it was as she walked through room after room after room. The house was fully furnished, but it didn’t appear to have been lived in for some time. She ran her finger through a fine layer of dust on one of the window sills, wondering why, why, why. 

Why did one need a sitting room and a living area and a dining space and not one, not two, not three, but four closed-off rooms that she supposed were sleeping rooms, although one was furnished with what looked like a crafting bench. 

She finally stopped in the final sleeping room on the ground floor, which had a larger bed than the others, and turned to Resh, who’d been silent all this time. 

What do you think? he asked after a moment. His body language was guarded, like he could tell her mind was spinning like a top and wasn’t sure what would come out of it.  

“I think… I don’t understand what’s happening…” She spun in a circle before facing him again. “Why are you showing me this place?” 

He fidgeted with one of his gloves, which he’d taken to wearing again when he’d gotten strong enough to venture out of the manor. I… Salma’s been taking me to look at available properties. And then this one came up– He spread his arms out. She showed it to me this morning, and I thought… 

“You want to buy this house?” Carr squeaked. Her head swiveled around with renewed interest until Resh whistled for her attention. 

Only if you like it. Well, and Orla, but I don’t think she’ll mind. 

“It’s so big, Resh,” she said, walking over to the doorway to peer out into the hall. “We can’t possibly need this much space.” She cringed when she realized what she’d said. “I mean, you. You can’t possibly need this much space.” 

Resh’s approaching footsteps seemed excessively loud in the resultant silence. Her heart jumped into her throat when they stopped, and it took a minute to convince her body to turn and face him. 

We, he said. You do remember the whole ‘I want to build a life with you’ speech, right? 

She leaned against the door, her knees feeling a little weak. “I didn’t, uh, wanna assume?” She had to clear her throat when he arched a brow. “We?”

He nodded emphatically. Always. 

She swallowed. He wouldn’t leave her. He wouldn’t hurt her. 

He loved her, and that was allowed to be a good thing. 

It was allowed. 

She was allowed…

“I’m still not marrying you,” she said with absolutely no thought.  

Fuck. She squeezed her eyes closed. What the fuck was the matter with her? 

Before she had time to call herself too many kinds of stupid, she heard Resh step forward. Carr braced herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for when his hands cupped her face. Her eyes flew open; he never initiated any kind of touch… 

It wasn’t until he swiped his soft, leather-covered thumbs under her eyes that she realized she was crying. 

Okay, he said solemnly. 

She sniffed, horrified at her lack of control. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.” 

I know this is a lot, he said, stepping back to give her some space. 

She didn’t want it, though. She threw herself forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, probably squeezing too hard, but he didn’t seem to mind. His arms enveloped her, and she soaked in his warmth while she listened to the soothing ka-thump of his heart. 

He stood there without complaint, holding her, holding her, holding her, until she felt ready to emerge from her Resh cocoon. 

And when she finally regained the courage to look at him again, all he said was, You okay?

It was enough to make her eyes well up again, and she swiped at them angrily. This was ridiculous. 

I can keep looking, he said, concern written all over his features. If this is too big, too overwhelming, I’ll find something smaller. It probably won’t have a shower, though–

“A shower?” Her voice rose, and she spun, looking for the door–

Resh pointed out into the hall, and she ran, embracing the distraction for all it was worth. 

And it was worth a lot. 

She threw open the door to the bathing room, which happened to be between the two downstairs sleeping chambers, and stared at all the blue-tiled glory that lay within. 

In a daze, she walked inside and tried the tap on the sink. As if by magic, warm water poured out. She ran her fingers through the stream, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth.

Well, it was by magic, wasn’t it. She almost giggled at herself. 

Turning, she eyed the glass-enclosed shower before her attention settled on a raised, rectangular wall on the opposite side. It hit about mid-thigh for her when she approached, and when she looked in, she found it was deeper than the floor of the bathing room. 

“Why is there room for a small lake in here?” she asked, wonder tinging her voice. 

She ripped her eyes away from it to look at Resh, who was leaning against the doorframe. He just shrugged, a small smile tipping up the corner of his mouth. 

For the second time that day, the tenderness in his expression slammed into her. And instead of feeling warm and happy about it, her stupid heart thudded in her chest, each beat flooding her with fear. 

Carr sucked in a breath and sat on the lip of the bath, needing the support. She had been doing so well lately. But today, she’d been thinking about how she was allowed… allowed… 

Resh’s face blanked. 

“No,” she said, shaking her head. Her throat tightened–that was twice now since they’d come in that he’d needed to guard what he felt. 

Hesitantly, he took a step into the room. What’s wrong?

Her vision swam at his palpable concern. “I think…” She was allowed. “I think I might... love you.” 

She burst into tears.

Next

[kyouka-supremacy]

I usually like to imagine that Beast! Sskk's relationship is just as intense and, if not, even more tumultuous than than canon! Sskk, but the other part of me says they get together quicker (whether they work together as partners quicker or simply become boyfriends quicker, your pick) entirely because I find the prospect of the beast! ADA interaction with Beast! Atsushi so funny

Like on one hand, Atsushi is known as the White Reaper of the Port Mafia, one of the most terrifying and ruthless assassins. But he also has the personality of a very skittish cat that stands in corner of the room and does not talk to people aside from stare at them (its the anxiety) but since he masks his usual emotions so much he just looks really menacing.

And on the flip side the ADA cherishes Akutagawa; they trust him and they believe in his intuition, so if Akutagawa assured them that there is no harm in Atsushi's presence, then surely they have nothing to worry about, right? Yeah but they forget Akutagawa's weird as fuck and finds companionship in the most questionable people, so they should've figured to prepare themselves in advance

So now there are rules in the ADA regarding Atsushi when he is in their building:

1.) Akutagawa needs to stay in the room and keep atsushi company for everybody's mental health (so many weapons came out in the 3 minutes it took for Akutagawa to go to the cafe for a snack and come back)

2.) Dont stare tiger boy in the eyes too long he'll get defensive (at least he was kind enough to repair the broken wall in the agency office)

3.) Dont turn the lights off when he's in the room he blends too well in the dark (everyone had at least 2 heart attacks cause they couldn't see or tell he was there)

4.) Dont take photos of him he'll know when the camera is pointed at him (fukuzawa tried to video him playing with the trinkets and Akutagawa's desk and he got so embarrassed he left and ghosted everyone for a few weeks)

5.) Dont comment on the amount of sugar he takes (emotional support sugar packets for his coffee. Same incident as rule.4)

6.) If sskk does some out of pocket homoerotic enemies type shit, ignore them. They're not gonna stop. (Ada made a betting pool, and it keeps pooling in more money. Akutagawa doesn't know its existence yet)

Okay first of all Anon THANK YOU I LOVE YOU WITH EVERYTHING I'VE GOT LITERALLY NOTHING IS GOING TO EVER GIVE ME AS MUCH JOY AS OPENING MY ASKBOX TO SEE A LONG ASK TALKING ABOUT BEAST SSKK. DAY WEEK MONTH ABSOLUTELY MADE I LOVE YOU FOREVER.

Second of all Beast ada is SO unhinged, they all literally went “this is our little murderous wet dog of a new member and this is his doubly murderous catboyfriend”. I love the set of rules, in my mind Kunikida actually wrote them down and hang them next to the door of Fukuzawa's office, hoping it could help avoid confusion in the office as much as possible. They are updated occasionally. I love Atsushi being... Completely unstable like yeah that's literally everything Beast Atsushi is (on the verge of breakdown / violent panic attack 24/7). Like he IS a feral cat he IS going to launch at you and scratch your face. And I LOVE how Akutagawa's presence instantly calms him because??? It would??? Because they have this unmatched connection and Atsushi knows no one understands him as deeply as Akutagawa does, and that at least is comforting and soothes him and makes him feel safe. + major abandonment issues that will have him quietly (and then not so quietly) spiral into panic as soon as Akutagawa is gone and he's left alone in an environment he's not familiar with. I'm dying at the idea of Atsushi ghosting the ada for weeks on more than one occasion that's such a dysfunctional behavior and that's so him I love it. I love all of these brilliant spectacular showstopping thank you so much Anon I owe you my life

[thenotsoholyspirit]

✨The Devil’s in the Details ✨ (pt2/?)

Matt Murdock x reader

Part one in here

AN: I wrote the next chapter the same day 😅. Had to publish it 💕 (Also quick note English is not my first language so any correction to my grammar will be more than welcomed).

Summary: Trying to makes end meet as a young woman has never been easy, even less living in the turbulent city that is New York. When (y/n) will have to make an impossible choice, she'll have to decide between the ones she cares the most. It's never safe to fall in love, especially with that mysterious lawyer at the bar she's been working at and the secret she guards underneath.

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“Thanks guys.. see you next week

Reaching three am, Josie pushes the last customers out of the bar as we close up the place for the night. After all that happened, I managed to somehow get through the shift without dropping more orders or spilling alcohol

I finish to clean the last table as I get myself ready to head out. I hear Josie waiting me from the door

“You’ll be ok on your own ?, got a ride back home ?”

I nod at her stepping out of the place, I'd never feel comfortable asking for favors.

“Yea there's night bus that passes just round the corner dont worry for me.

I smile at her, wishing her a good night as I head into the streets. The night was cold, the wind freezing my face. I start to walk alongside the sidewalk, putting my hands inside my jacket as I try to prevent myself from catching a cold.

I should’ve brought my scarf

Suddenly, I hear some steps behind me.

I look back. The street was completely empty, even the surroundings felt slightly more silent than usual, but without the usual buzz the city normally carried within.

Weird

Yet as I decide to turn around, I now see the front lights of a car blinding my sight. The vehicle is not moving, as if it was simply blocking the street.

“Don’t you dare take another step princess, just get in and there will be no fuzz”

I feel the metallic sound of a gun on my back.

I can only do as he tells me.

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I see the nightlights illuminate the city as we drive God knows where, in front of me a man is sitting. He is tall and large, his frame looking almost too big inside of the vehicle.I notice his formal attire and rings on his fingers, his presentation being so neat he couldn’t look further from any kind of street thief.

But I knew he was even worse than that.

“It’s been quite a long time hasn’t it (y/n) ?”

He rolls my name with a malicious smile, as if he was enjoying seeing my reaction to him “It's interesting you thought you could ever escape me”

A shiver passes through my spine. His eyes are so small, yet the stare he gives me is enough to be completely terrifying .

I try to speak.

“I.. I thought the deal was made… I already paid back most of the debt.. I”

The man shakes his head.

“Don’t lie to me miss (y/l/n) we both perfectly know that wasn’t what you promised me”

I suddenly feel the gun reloading once again.

“I don’t want trouble here.. I don’t like having to to do the dirty work but my business cannot work if people don’t respect the deals we make”

I feel myself starting to panic.

“Please, I'd do anything… anything just don’t hurt her”

The man smiles, knowing he had me under his will.

“You have one week to complete your payment miss��� or you can say goodbye to the idea of ever seeing your mother getting out of that hospital”

My heart freezes, a mix of fear and disgust filling me.

I wanted to spit on this man, to scream at him for even daring to mention her.

But I was powerless, and dying tonight wasn't something that could save her.

“I don’t have enough money…but I swear I'd do anything.. anything”

Fisk grins, as if this was the answer he was already hoping to get.

“Lucky for you… I do need assistance on some business and I couldn’t think of a better person to do the job than you.”

I’m a bit confused now, I try to carefully ask him the question.

“What.. What job? “

“It’s easy.. there’s this guy that’s been putting his nose where he shouldn’t… I need him out of this city…he’s been quite the nuisance I can say”

I immediately know who’s he talking about

“That vigilante ?”

I’ve read some newspapers talking about this guy preventing robberies around. Nobody knew much about him except he got nicknamed the devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

I see some anger surface on Fisk's face at the very mention of this guy.

“Yes… I want you to help me bring him down..”

“I’m.. I’m not sure I understand…I-“

“You can so easily play the victim..” He seems so satisfied by his petition, “I’m sure you’ll have no problem doing it for me”

I suddenly understand what he implied, as my face becomes livid for a moment.

“You want me… you want me to lure him into falling in under your grip ?”

“I think we’re finally getting somewhere miss”

I’m in disbelief. Fisk gives me a quick run of the idea, telling me what to do. He tells me he’ll let me know when the plan may be executed, and I wonder for how long this has even been already thought of.

“Of course, if I come to discover that any of this conversation has fallen into… untrustworthy ears…”

I don’t need to be explained twice to understand what was in game here. I take a deep breath to gather my courage. I now look at him with more determined eyes, I didn’t want him to see my fear.

“I understand… you have my word sir ”

“Good..Now go take some rest…, you had a long shift at work after all”

I was so taken by the conversation, I didn't even notice the car had parked in front of my apartment.

The message was clear, he knew my routine, he knew where I lived, there was no way out of this one.

I can only nod.

I step out as the vehicle now disappears into the night.

When I see it completely gone, I run inside tears filling my eyes. My whole body felt so heavy, my heart even pounding. My instinct tells me to tell someone that I can’t let one of the only hopes this city has had in a long time fall.

What about her ?

Standing on top of the chimney , a portrait of me and my mother stares back at me.

I couldn’t let her down. I take another deep breath, I couldn’t crack. Not here. Not now

I hope you’ll get to forgive me mom

As I change my clothes for my night ones, I notice a little piece of paper hidden in one of my pockets.

Looking at it, I notice the name “Murdock and Nelson” appearing on its side.

How ironic… justice

I sigh as I look at the phone number on it, remembering the little conversation we had when I brought him a new set of beers

“Hey if you are ever in need of some legal back up my friend Foggy and I just started our law firm and would be thrilled to help any new clients…

Matt smiled at me, using the charm he seemed to know he had. It did work on me that's for sure.

When I came back to clean the table they were already gone, only the card being left.

I cannot help but to wonder if it meant more than just some legal help.

But it’s late. I don’t even take the time to think about it as I’m already exhausted.

Everything is going to be ok

I fall asleep as soon as my heads touches my pillow.

[cult-of-the-eye]

MAG 82 let's gooooo

Ok we're gonna get some answers as to what the fuck is happening here nice nice

DAISY MY BELOVED

God I love scary women

Martin's more clever than people give him credit for I think, he immediately notices something is up with this new case and the way daisy is handling it even if he doesn't know what to do about it

He seems like a huge mess my poor dude, he's desperate to believe its not Jon who killed leitner but he's running out of options and answers and hes going about it the right way, by trying to involve Tim and talk about it to figure out a plan but Tim's too wrapped up in his hatred of the situation to try and get out of it

I love him so much I understand the ACAB Martin memes now

Underneath it all, he's just as desperate as desperate as Tim and as much as it seems like he's trying to deal with it constructively, he's putting his faith in the police by sticking with his Michael and Helen story even though they've literally been like yeah we can do whatever we want here

Omg I forgot basira quit!! It seems like she cared about her

Martin K Blackwood being told "everyone I've talked to says you and him were close" literally giggling and kicking his feet

Were they close? I feel like she was mostly saying that to get a reaction from him but I guess Martin did do his little Jon check ups so there's that

Imagine getting framed for someone's murder and then finding out your coworkers were all like yeah bitch had no friends...

NO WAIT THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT SASHA OH MY GOD

TIMOTHY I LOVE YOU

ELIAS MY BELOVED

When he gets back??? What do you mean by that Elias???

I'm so confused why is he being terrible at framing him?? Like just fucking say he did it, why all the dancing around like yeah he could never kill someone but I hope he could??

WHATS SO FUCKING FUNNY ELIAS

YES DAISY DRAG HIM

(although I feel like Elias gets stronger every time he's called a weird little freak)

ALICE???????

Oh my god I understand now we do know why she's called daisy and it is sad

Oh my god I can feel her rage through the screen

Ha Elias calling it a strange musty place as if he isn't the head of this strange musty place

Oh he's such a bastard

STATEMENT NEVER GIVEN OH THAT FUCKS SEVERELY

Oh my god daisy backstory

Oh my god I can imagine how fucking shitty it must feel to have your story be told by this random weirdo freak who absolutely shouldn't know this and the dissonance of him speaking as you, saying how you felt and saying the words "I like to feel strong. To be in control", while wrenching the control from your very hands

Oh my god I could rave about the "that's why it was my fault" "it wasn't my fault" FOR HOURS. Does Elias want her to think it was her fault? I don't think so, cause the statements tend to be truths, so I guess daisy actually does believe it's her fault underneath it all but has attempted to convince herself over the years it wasn't actually her fault

So then feeling that ripped away at that moment must've been fucking terrifying, like you've been slowly plastering a wall over and over again over years and then someone comes and bulldozes it

OMG YOU CANT KNOW THAT. she's accepted that he's telling the truth and that he does know and that she did feel that excitement, so she might be very quickly adapting to what she thinks might be the best course of action, which is going along with Elias or she refuses to accept that the event was her fault but she has no problem accepting that she felt excited seeing the bodies

I guess accepting it was her fault would be a sign of vulnerability right but accepting the excitement is a show of a kind of secretive power

He can't know how terrible she is cause then the secretive bit is taken away, which then takes away from her power

Her whole thing is that she can do whatever she wants when the police department doesn't care, but Elias knows and is threatening to tell them and therefore remove her power

Oh my god she's so interesting I want to study her under a microscope

Jesus Christ that's fucking horrifying

"you've made your point" god she wants it to stop but she's still keeping up pretences of power, she's flipping between horror and fury in response to Elias

It's so interesting the power dynamics here, it's two people used to being the most powerful in the room, one because of the lack other people's knowledge of what she does and the other because of his knowledge of what other people do and in this scenario, Elias obviously wins out and it's clearly the first time she's encountered this kind of struggle and therefore lost a struggle

Which adds to her violent and terrified reaction

WHY DID SHE KILL HIM??? WHAT

SHES KILLED MORE PEOPLE???

Id let her do whatever she wanted to me

"Does close the case and move on" mean pin it on Jon??

KILL HIM QUICKLY???? WHAT

"there's not telling what he might be capable of"????? BITCH YOU SAID HE DIDNT HAVE THE STOMACH FOR MURDER

WHAT

Why doesnt daisy notice his obvious lying???

Is she so rattled by him giving her statement???

YESSSSS I HOPE SHE KILLS HIM I SUPPORT WOMENS WRONGS

God damn that was such a badass way of saying that

TIM NO

I think part of Tim does believe Jon didn't kill Sasha

Tim just wants Martin to show a little bit of anger at the situation, to show that he's not alone in feeling the injustice, cause I guess to him it seems like Martins just taken it all in his stride, he's just been like yeah this is happening now (maybe it's a different type of trauma response? Having to move on cause what other choice is there) which totally makes sense for Tim

Oh god SASHAAAAAAAA

Hmm wonder what could've been said for Michael to come across as "Working with Jon" as opposed to "stabbed him in the shoulder and has been a generally nuisance all season"

[rel124c41]

I suck horribly at actually talking to people but I NEED to make it known how much I've loved and enjoyed your jade fics!!! Every single one has been a total banger., i've been fed so well.

I absolutely loved the readers lack of autonomy in your japanese folklore fic (im typing off memory so my spelling of everything will be off) they didn't have a choice in anything. fish wife <3 I'll admit I was a little confused with the Garappo, i truly thought it was some weird suicide until Jade later mentioned it. And why Floyd mentioned his brother dying to one, (I honestly thought it was supposed to be jade creature)

AGHHHH fish wife??? really?? fish wife??? the ending was so delicious, i could almost visualize it. so lovely. the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy. I'm not sure what you envisioned for their future, but I can imagine that lack of autonomy will be more of a pressing issue than it was. God, the view of that though!!! Someone you only remember when you're too hazy to be in the real world, someone that's been with you throughout your life, someone that's wanted you since you could remember. isn't that so romantic? Finally together where the sun can't part you, under the water.

i dont know how to really explain what im feeling, or what i think, but i feel like it's such a poignant visual to be killed by this Jade in that way. It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like, it's this feeling of intrigue, anticipation, idk. I always get that feeling reading your fics and also HOLY FUCK THEYRE SO LONG!!!!!!

and dont think i've forgotten your other fics LOL im ready to talk about those too holy fuck. I don't have that much to say unfortunately, I really enjoyed them just as much but I'm far more speechless. The Jade fic based off of Mera's god! Floyd was... really nice. The altar scene felt like Jade was punishing them for something. That's just how the bee crumbles, though. "sadist" might not rhyme with "jade" but it's basically the same word anyway... I loved watching Jade's opinion of Reader change over the time skips, he goes from mild annoyance/hate or, idk, repulsion (?) to interest, to love (menace style).

The reader fulfilling nothing in the end was certainly something. I loved it.

I've never really had a family, so I can't understand reader's motivations in your "crowley finds a way to send Yuu home" fic, but it made me wish I had one. I enjoyed the ending, the usage of the ghost camera. Poor Jade, really. I don't have much to say, because I'm not personally a fan of angst.

I feel like I can safely say you're my favorite writer, even above Mera. (who i now know you're also a fan of!!! which is neat!!!!!)

i know i probably could've DMed you but I feel like an ask is more appropriate >:) i hope you enjoy the long ask, as an artist myself this is kinda like tags on my art, and i really feel like you deserve that happiness. not good at talking, my bad!!!!

oh the way this made my day, i’m on break for my 6-2 shift and just AAAAAAAAAA thank you thank you thank you for this ask (*≧∀≦*) i’m geeking over here man,, i’m so flattered

okay to answer the first thing about why Floyd mentions his brother got killed by one!! the entire point of him going there is to check if his future sibling in law opinion on yokai, his brother’s lovesick so Floyds on the case

he had to make the reader let him stay!! the idea of the garappa outside is more terrifying to the reader than letting in a stranger & he mentions his brother dying to one (falsely!!! he’s lying ofc!!!)

bc the reader’s like oh that sounds familiar for him to have a brother, that fits into place — doubled with the bath salts, it’s an ease slip inside the shrine

“the fear, lack of autonomy, the loss of all they've known, never knowing what's real and what's a fantasy.” dude why did you write Sundo better than me??? why did you write the whole thesis of Sundo in a more poetic and all around better way that i ever could holy shit

also if i was the reader i’d give into to be an umi bozu so easily,, like the eldritch beauty of becoming something truly incomprehensible, some Berserk-esque creature

like look at this!!!!! it would be so cool to be this!!!!! GIANT FISH WIFE!!!!

AAAAA to be a huge monster loved and adored by your husband who stole/shares your immortal soul and infects your memory like a leech 💕💕

“It feels like watching a puzzle you've been working on be completed, or reaching a new plot point in a game you like,” AAAAA THANK YOU!!! (￣个￣) this particular part has me geeking,, i’m a big video game fan so to mimic that feeling of completeness, integrality!!!

and yeah i’m always worried about length bc i’m too fluent in yappanese when it comes to writing

the altar scene in Psilocybin was definitely a mixture of punishment and accepting them into his world — he’s always going to be salty that he does not know what fear tastes, smells, looks like upon the reader! (〃´∀｀)

i’m a HUGE momma’s girl so that’s where the theme of Schism came from haha and i love Tool’s music — thank you for saying u like the ghost camera usage, i was worried the audience might not get this BUT reader does not end up leaving; that end scene is specifically with the fragment of her soul from the photograph on Jade’s desk

ALSO MORE THAN MERA???? AAAAA THATS CRAZY PRAISE 💕💕💕 (O∆O)

UM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <<<3 im tattooing it in my head forever!!!! also ure my first mutual and it’s such an honor bc you’re so incredibly talented and AAAA i’m still geeking 💕

[holyklover]

Hi! I was wondering where the endeavor x childhood friend story was posted? I dont see it on here, It may just be my eyes or something but im sorry for the inconvenience 😭

Hiii! So for some reason, it's not appearing on my blog (;-;) so I'll use your ask to repost it! Thank you so much for your interest in my little story.

Ageless bios/MDNI!! tags: oral sex, vaginal fingering cw: blood

"Enji! Are you alright?" you had barked from his side. It had been a close call with the LOV before they managed to dash off before any arrests could be made. The scrap left your childhood friend Enji a mess of bruises and blood. Enji Todoroki may have been your oldest and dearest confidant but unfortunately for you, never your lover. That didn’t stop the pinning after him secretly. You couldn’t help but take glances at his musculature and rugged good looks when the opportunity presented itself, even now as he stood up from the debris and dusted himself off.

"S'fine, (hero name), but we need to regroup and get to tracking their location. Midnight, head back to base and see what you can dig up on their whereabouts." Unphased from the damage he had received, he continued to shoot off directions to various pro-heroes to either get to work or return home to recuperate in private.

It was now only you two left at the site of the wreckage. You noted the blood dripping down the side of Enji's plush lips and had to speak up.

"My place is closer Jiji, let's head to there so I can patch you up?" You offered, taking note of the look he directed at you that said he had no plans for the sort of thing. You frowned ."Please."

Enji exhaled. "Y'know, you've been doing this thing since we were kids, always over-reacting to any and everything." You knew he was just frustrated at the loss you all had taken but it didn't make the words sting less .Yet, you weren't kids anymore and you found it in yourself to speak up.

"Dammit, let me take care of you, idiot. You're not going to be the #1 hero for much longer if you loose all your blood!" Enji's head snapped back at your words and you saw something had shifted in his eyes as and he understood the truth to your words. After heavy silence he finally spoke.

"Let's go

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Enji hissed as you dabbed ointment at a scrape on his face. Being honest with yourself, sitting so close to him made your heart leap up into your throat. He was imposing from far away but up close he would be downright terrifying to the right villain.

"...And you've always been a big baby." You laughed at Enji's grimace.

"Y/N, your bedside manner needs work. A lot of it." You playfully swatted at him.

Enji looked down at the ground. You had leaned into him, the soft curvature of your breast pushing into his pec. You immediately took notice and apologized, embarrassed.

"I'm...not bothered by it."

What?

"What do you mean by that? Though your head were swirling in confusion, you suddenly felt daring. You nearly lost your life in tonight's battle and it made you realize that if you didn't grab the bull by the horns now, you may never get to the bottom of what you and Enji could be.

He looked up into your eyes and gently touched your wrist.

"I'm not bothered when you touch me." Your face grew hot. Was this really happening? Or were you misreading the situation? The answer to your question became evident with what Enji did.

He had kissed you. Full-on-tongue-in-mouth kissed you. And it felt good. His deft tongue danced with yours. He slowly trailed his hands into your locks bringing your head closer to his.

After what felt like blissful eternity the kiss was broken. Both feeling overcome with various emotions, you stared down at each other's chest, heads pressed together. You weren't concerned with speaking right now and wanted to bask in the acetalization of your biggest hope. After some time, it was you who broke the silence.

"I've been wanting to do that for the last couple of years." Enji chuckled. "Would you be up for something a little more?" He asked maneuvering a hand over your breast. Your response was swallowed up in his kiss. You could drink this man whole you swore as your found your pussy begin to throb under his expertise.

Making light of your frame he picked you up and carried you into his bedroom. He placed you on to the bed and climbed on top of you in one sweeping motion. Without breaking the kiss he managed to remove your bottom clothing and cupped his hand over your drenched core and eased a finger in.

Despite your best efforts, you could not stifle the moan that escaped your lips into his and this only spurned him on. He inched another finger into you and his ring finger's ministrations against your g-spot grew heavier.

Enji rose up to remove his clothing before folding in half over the bed. He brought you down by pulling lightly on your legs before placing his head between your dewy thighs and getting to work on tasting you. You had long ago lost the battle of composure and were audibly moaning and gasping as you twisted in his large hands

"Fuck, you taste good," he managed between suctioning your clit. Putty in his hands you begged him to keep going as you grabbed his hair and rammed him deeper into your pussy.

"You're so beautiful.' he called out from between your thighs.

You two were in heaven and stayed like that for many more hours to come.

[quodekash]

OKAY it's now the morning so it's time for me to share all of my thoughts from this episode. prepare yourselves, its gonna be a lot. also a lot of it isnt gonna be very coherent. you have been warned.

tinn calling gun 'darling' over the phone 🥺

photjanee why must you be heteronormative and assume tinn likes a girl

istg pat calling yo 'bro' was the funniest thing ever (maybe i was just tired lmao)

look at this style gay man. this icon. this king. i love him with all my soul.

this man's face is one of the most precious things on this planet

i thought we were ten minutes in and already getting a soundwin moment, but then sound freaking rejected win's offered seat and sits at the front???

poor win is so confused

why was tiw getting in the bus van thing with the pool toy still around his waist

sir what are you doing

WE FINALLY GOT THE FREAKING BEACH SCENES OMG

THEY ALL LOOK SO HAPPY IN THAT GROUP PHOTO (por can you send me that group photo pls?)

YEAAAAAHHH WE FINALLY GOT THE TIWPOR PHOTO TAKING. AND ALONG WITH THAT WE GOT THEY SMILING AND LAUGHING TOGETHER, AND TIW TAKING A PHOTO OF POR WHILE HE POSED AND LOOKED CUTE AND THIS IS NOT STRAIGHT BEHAVIOUR

i deeply appreciate the tiwpor crumbs

i do not, however, appreciate being catfished bY A CUTE SOUNDWIN BEACH MOMENT

yay for cute tinngun beach scene tho

even if it is ruined multiple times by people

THE OISHII ICE TEA IS HERE, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

ITS TIME FOR A CUTE GAY MOMENT

(i cant explain how much i want this ice tea)

(i love ice tea)

why is tinn making out with the ice tea

and then gun made out with the ice tea so that they indirectly kissed and this is not at all what i was expecting from this product placement but honestly i love it

naturally yak had to destroy everyone's hope and happiness and freedom

he is, however, deeply iconic.

tinn: how did my honeymoon turn into a music practice camp? tiw: my situation is worse tiw:

tiw, i love you, but that's not worse.

TIW CHOKING ON HIS DRINK WHEN YAK ASKED THEM IF THEYRE CRUSHING ON HIS JUNIORS AND HE IS IN FACT SECRETLY DATING ONE OF THEM (well, hopefully. maybe. if hes not yet then he will be eventually. he has to be. i need canonical tiwpor in my life)

i understand the cover dancing. but why must you make music kids run and do squats and stuff. music kids dont want to exercise. leave the music kids alone. (i feel personally attacked from this. most of my friends are music kids. i dont want to be hanging out with them and relaxing on the beach and then suddenly forced to *terrified shudder* exercise)

yak telling por and pat and win and yo that theyre lacking something. idk about the others, but i know what win's lacking

he's lacking a boyfriend

i have the not-yet-disproven understanding that por has a magical gift in the art of somehow-becoming-gayer-every-single-time-he-comes-on-screen (ill make this its own individual post one day with evidence and stuff)

TIWPOR CRUMBS WHILE TIW IS TEACHING THEM TO DANCE

SOUND-TINN RIVALRY CRUMBS, YES, THEY BETTER FLIPPING EXPLAIN IT SOON. THEY DONT IN THIS EPISODE. BUT IF THEY DONT EXPLAIN IT BEFORE THE END OF THE SHOW IM GONNA PUNCH SOMEONE

"Dont you want to try a love song?" "Oh, please. A love song?" "i'm just saying. if youre not into it, thats okay." "its not that im not into it. but im more afraid our members wont be into it. look at them. none of them is romantic. none, none at all" "But there are many types of love. let's say puppy love or sweet love, im not into them either. i prefer the tough kind of love *he's smiling and thinking fondly now*" "right. i like that too. in the beginning, we just didnt stop fighting. in the end, i blushed for him without knowing it."

SOUND MAKES A FACE OF REALISATION

DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS

"Gun." GUN IS CONFUSED. HE LOOKS OVER. HE READS SOUND'S EXPRESSION. "hey!" "you just said… don't tell me…" "wait, no-"

"DID YOU KNOW I LIKE WIN?"

HE ADMITTED IT. HE SAID IT OUT LOUD. AND TO GUN OF ALL PEOPLE. GUN NOW KNOWS. HE KNOWS ABOUT SOUNDWIN.

"HUHH????? YOU LIKE WIN???" "keep it down! people can hear" "you like win?" "i do." "ah! youve been avoiding him lately because of this?" "…yes. when im close to him, i just dont know how to act. when im near him, i feel so freaking awkward." sound, babes, its okay. you're allowed to have feelings

"should i just tell him honestly?" UMM??? YES????? ABSOLUTELY YOU SHOULD, YES PLEASE

gun why are you changing the subject. sound is asking for advice. dont just leave.

TINN ALSO KNOWS NOW

i love the way they were hiding behind a rock and spying on sound omg

side note: tinngun's height difference may kill me one day

sound and gun are sitting on the side watching the dance that the others practiced, and sound cant stop looking up at win he's so whipped i love him

"something im really into?" *proceeds to stare directly at win for a number of seconds*

THOU POOR LITTLE PINING GAY OH HOW I PITY THEE AND WISH TO GIVETH THEE A BIG OL' HUG

3/4 THROUGH THE EPISODE, YK WHAT THAT MEANS? THE SOUNDWIN PART

WIN IS APPROACHING SOUND WHILE SOUND IS WRITING

I REPEAT, WIN IS APPROACHING SOUND WHILE HE'S WRITING, WE GOT A COTE RED, CODE RED EVERYONE

win is asking whats up with sound recently

sound is aggressively avoiding eye contact

"im on mars looking back at earth and can still see you're mad. what are you mad at me about?" sounds thoughts: for being so bloODY HOT WHY MUST YOU BE LIKE THIS

"i said nothing. you should go now. im continuing to write the song" SOUND BBY DONT PUSH HIM AWAY HES ALSO IN LOVE I JUST DONT THINK HES REALISED IT YET

WIN STOLE THE SONG BOOK THING, I REPEAT, WIN STOLE THE SONG BOOK THING

SOUND IS VERY TENTATIVE AND KINDA SCARED

"you said you would write a song about chasing a dream. why did it turn into a sweet love song?" "well- im- exploring different types." suuuuuuuurrreeee. nice cover up story there, sound. subtle. he'll never figure it out.

"...do you feel anything after reading that??" POOR BBY IS DESPERATE HE NEEDS A HUG (i volunteer as tribute to give sound a hug)

win looks down at it. reads it again. looks back up at sound.

"i do"

WE'RE GOING FERAL AT THIS POINT

THEYRE SMILING AT EACH OTHER

WE'RE TEARING OUT HOUSES TO SHREDS

BUT THEN--

"i feel like this doesnt suit you at all"

WIN.

HE WAS TALKING ABOUT FEELINGS.

LIKE THAT FLUTTERY THING YOU GET IN YOUR CHEST EVERY TIME YOU SEE HIM?

YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT WIN

I KNOW YOU'VE FELT IT

"it gives me goosebumps" WIN THIS IS SO VAGUE, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?? DO YOU MEAN GOOSEBUMPS WITH A NEGATIVE OR POSITIVE CONNOTATION?? IM NEURODIVERGENT AND SLEEP DEPRIVED I NEED TONE INDICATORS

"give it back. a dumba** like you will never understand" :[[[[

"what a waste of time" excuse me sir. the last time you said that you kissed him. now you're walking away.

(thats probably a thing i can analyse at some point. sound and his usage of 'what a waste of time' and an insight into his thoughts and his character. ill do that at some point)

FREAKING GO AFTER HIM, WIN. BLOODY EXPLAIN YOURSELF

sound is now sitting on the beach. he is sad. that makes us sad.

look at this sad boi, he nEEDS A FREAKING HUG

tinngun are approaching him to provide words of comfort

"i saw everything. its okay. if i were you, id be ticked off too. dam it. you wrote a song for him, and he badmouthed you back." and sound has this tiny sad smile on his face "actually, i wasnt that surprised. even if i told him directly, he wouldve turned me down anyway. you saw it. we're too different." HES TRYING NOT TO CRY DANG IT "it's good we ended it this way" SOUND- PLS- STOP- NO- WIN DIDNT KNOW WHAT YOU WERE SAYING, HE DIDNT REJECT YOU, HE LOVES YOU

"you can put your mind at ease now. no one is breaking the club rule." tinn is literally standing like three metres behind them. sound trusted gun enough to tell him that he likes win. i swear, if gun doesnt tell sound about tinn RIGHT NOW (or at least soon) IM GONNA TELEPORT INTO THE UNIVERSE AND SMACK HIM

"im sorry. im the first to break the club rule." YES. GOOD GOOD GOOD

"what??" "actually, im seeing tinn" G O O D. YOU SAID IT. WELL DONE.

sound is like rly confused and he looked behind at tinn and tinn kinda shrugged and nodded and sound says "how's that possible? when??" "my couple is no different than yours. tinn and i have nothing in common." YES YES YES YES BRING HIS HOPE BACK PLS TY GUN "but our dissimilarities got us to this point. just because you and win are so different, doesnt mean you two cant be together" YESSSSSSSSSS comforting hand on shoulder "trust me"

AND SOUND IS LOOKING AT THE SAND AND I THINK HES TRYING NOT TO SMILE BUT ALSO TRYING NOT TO CRY AT THE SAME TIME, HE NEEDS A HUG, ITS OKAY TO CRY, DONT WORRY SOUND

okie now hes smiling and nodding yayyyyyyyyyyyy

(btw im getting all this from constant commentary i messaged to my friend (who hasnt seen the show but basically has through my bad explanations and screenshots and screen recordings) and i started watching the episode as soon as it was out, and at this point through the episode id been watching for an hour and a half. i have too many thoughts and comments grbhbrhbrhb)

"i changed my mind. i will finish this song." YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

excuse me gun??

im sorry, i love you, but that position is TAKEN

by TIW

he smelt it before either of them even KNEW

gun can be, like. the guy that hoists the mainsail or something

this next scene killed me

win knows sound's favourite bread

win's apology is to give bread

that's so in character for reasons i cant explain

and he bought the gay-moment water

and win unscrews the lid and it's mirroring that scene from last time and my HEART

GRABBING HIS HAND AND THE DRINK AND STEPPING CLOSER?????

WHAT IS THIS

THIS IS SOME WEIRD FLIRTING

SOUND DRINKING WATER WHILE MAINTAINING EYE CONTACT

SOUND WHY DID YOU STEP EVEN CLOSER

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

E Y E T O L I P F L I C K E R

GUYS JUST KISS PLS

TINN IS ASKING IF HE CAN KISS GUN

I REPEAT

TINN IS ASKING GUN IF HE CAN KISS HIM

WE GOT A CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE

and gun didnt let him, but thankfully tinn is a walking green flag and isnt getting mad or forcing himself upon gun. i love these two so much.

Gim. please. rest. you dont need to work every hour of every day. you're over-exerting yourself

OMG TINN'S MUM AND GUN'S MUM SCENE?? YES PLEASE, SIGN ME UP. THEYRE BOTH QUEENS

many more of gim's little accidental clues and photjanee's gonna figure out who it is that tinn likes

gotta love that perfectly-timed phone call tho, dam

HOW IS POR STYLISH EVEN WHEN DOING WEIRD EXERCISES

HOW DOES HE DO IT???

also LOOK AT THE GENDER ON THIS MAN

I WANT IT

pat's shirt is the mood of the week

they all look so Normal™️

and then there's freaking por with his freaking rich-kid-twink-ness i love him

OHHHH THE DANCING PERFORMANCE IS WHERE THIS CLIP IS FROM (the one of pat doing the worm. i kept vaguely wondering what it was from. and now i know)

I CANT EVEN RN-- THIS IS SO FUNNY

IM LITERALLY CRYING FROM LAUGHTER

look at this little happy proud gay man

i know i probably shouldnt call him little cos he's 20cm (nearly 8 inches) taller than me, but idc, that's not the point

look at this little happy proud gay man

i know i probably shouldnt call him little cos he's 20cm (nearly 8 inches) taller than me, but idc, that's not the point

theyre gonna do so goooooood

also satang is probably grateful to the ends of the earth that he didnt have to do this dance lmao

omg he managed to un-twink for 0.5 seconds

my gender is win's poofy sleeves

also if you're familair with @ashedddaisy's red-yellow soundwin theory, win is wearing orange here. orange is literally the middle of red and yellow. he's getting there.

DON'T WORRY, TIW, THEY DID IN FACT SLAY IT (boys)

HE'S SO PROUD

IT'S SO FUNNY TO ME

the first to approach him was por. i repeat, tiwpor crumb alert, we got a code violet, code violet

AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

SOUND PERFORMING HIS SONG. BY HIMSELF. ON STAGE. IN FRONT OF A LIVE AUDIENCE. AND THAT AUDIENCE HAPPENS TO CONTAIN WIN.

I PROMISE, I WILL CRY (again)

"im not much of a talked, so im using this song to represent my feelings for someone" you know, im surprised yak didn't pick up on that. youd think he'd like, try and stop that, cos that's a love-related distraction

AHA I KNEW IT

I FREAKING KNEW IT

I CALLED IT I CALLED IT I CALLED IT

THE FREAKING TRACK THAT KEEPS PLAYING BEHIND SOUNDWIN SCENES

IT'S FREAKING EVERYWHERE

IT'S THERE WHEN THEY BADMINTON

IT'S THERE WHEN THEY "KISS"

IT'S THERE WHEN WIN PUTS THE HELMET ON

IT'S THERE WHEN SOUND IS THINKING ABOUT 'what im really into'

IT'S THERE WHEN SOUND WALKS AWAY AFTER SAYING 'what a waste of time'

IT'S THERE WHEN SOUND DRINKS THE WATER

AND NOW SOUND PRESSES PLAY ON THE MUSIC

AND IT'S THAT FREAKING TRACK

AND I KNEW IT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i cant even describe my thoughts on the song

i made an earlier prediction that this would kill me

i was right. i might currently be dead. the song killed me.

SOUND WALKING ALONE AFTER THE SHOW THING AND WIN CALLING HIS NAME, PREPARE YOURSELVES FRIENDS

"why do i feel like you just yelled at me through that song" BECAUSE HE DID

"how do you know i wrote it for you?" "it's so obvious. i can see that from mars" MY FREAKING HEART-

"why did you ask then?" "seriously, since when?" "remember when we practiced badminton together?" and win has this tiny smile and sound has this tiny relaxed smile and theyre actually killing me

YOU'RE KIDDING

THERES AN ENTIRE SCENE AFTER THE BADMINTON AND WE'RE ONLY GETTING IT NOW AND WE WERE NEVER TOLD???

YOU'RE. FREAKING. KIDDING.

THIS SCENE IS THE DEATH OF ME

also the track is behind the umbrella scene too

THEYRE LITERALLY BOYFRIENDS

THEYRE DOING IT ON PURPOSE

THEY W A N T US TO GO INTO CARDIAC ARREST

i refuse to believe that win doesnt actually like sound yet

he just hasnt identified/confronted the feelings yet

and sound's reaction was the saddest thing ever, like i could smell the tears he was holding back when he said 'then we stay as friends'

BUT THEN WIN FREAKING SAYS "for something i dont know, im willing to try"

and if you're thinking 'WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????' then you would be correct

"c a n y o u c o a c h m e" i am dead

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GUYS YOU'RE LITERALLY TWO CENTIMETRES FROM KISSING

AND THEN THE SCENE FREAKING ENDS

I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK???

I CANT BE PATIENT

PATIENCE IS NOT IN MY BLOOD

AAAAAAAAAA

also side note: win is now wearing a yellow shirt under a yellowish-orange jacket thing. back to the red-yellow soundwin theory, he has feelings for sound, he's got the yellow shirt. and on the outside, he's still kind of hiding it, still trying to figure it out. the jacket is almost like it's been stained more and more yellow over time, and win wants sound to turn it pure yellow, he just cant figure out how to get there, which is why hes asking sound to coach him. over time, he'll wear colours that get closer and closer to sound's shade of yellow, to show him finally realising his feelings more and more. :]

"no pressure or anything, but our club's future is in your hands" jeez yak, that's a little intense dont you reckon???

omg gemini finally gets to do music-related things

i can see him jumping for joy in his mind

he gets to sing and play guitar

OMG WE GOT TWO NEW SONGS TODAY

probably cos last week we didnt get any songs

but WOW

"wow. did you write that?" "no. you wrote it. you wrote it in here *tinn points to his own heart* i just sang it out loud." WHEN I SAY THAT THESE TWO ARE LIFE GOALS, I FREAKING MEAN IT

and now tinngun are kissing with a notebook between them

WHY do they have to ALWAYS get SO FREAKING CLOSE and then DONT??????

theyre really cute tho so i cant rly get mad

OH MY GOSH FREAKING HOT WAVE IS NEXT WEEK???????

THE FINAL FREAKING COMPETITION IS N E X T W E E K

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION FOR SEVEN DAYS WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE IN MY BRAIN

ALSO NEXT EP WE'RE GONNA GET SOME SOLID CONTENT OF SOUND ATTEMPTING TO FLIRT AND WIN FALLING FOR HIM SO YAY

it's not quite what i was hoping for, but they're definitely aiming towards getting soundwin together, so its okay, theyll get there eventually

final thought/conclusion: this is my new favourite episode cos its like 50% soundwin

[castlebyersafterdark]

i know you dont like watching interviews but honestly finn at stranger con is the most iconic for evidence

you have the part where someone asks finn 'which of mike's relationships apart from el and will would you like to see explored next season?' and finn replies with 'you mean... romantic relationship?' and she confirms no and he makes a joke 'oh oh ok, erm... definitely mike and dustinnnnnn' and the whole crowd laughs

and then you also have someone asking if he ships byler and he rambles about how he doesnt ship anyone ever and then says 'you'll have to see, i dont know' and the girl is confused and asks 'i'll have to see if you ship it?' and he corrects her 'you'll to have to see what happens, i dont know'. all the while he is folded into himself looking terrified, and then when someone asks him what his favourite dinosaur is, he visibly relaxes and looks at the heavens and says FINALLY A QUESTION I CAN ANSWER!

hahahahahahaa i love him

but more than that, we have a wonderful piece of queer finn possible evidence, when he says that one of his most important values is 'accepting friends for who they are'. he could have been speaking about will, but the question was how he relates to mike. he could also be speaking about noah, or even himself. or all :))))))))

Clearing out more old ones from the drafts! Combining two that are about interviews.

I've definitely read the synopsis of the Finn one before, never watched it (curse you con panels and my awkward temperment! Get over it! You're missing out!! Hahaha) - but yes, this one! The infamous "Do you ship Byler" one. See. Here's what will be annoying if all said and done, they don't get together. I know he's just a guy and there's a big media production machine behind the show, but if we weren't supposed to be thinking and interacting with the ship in regards to the actors, they really could have not encouraged it. Some panels by means of the powers that be make sure all questions are monitored and vetted. The show actively doesn't stop conversation about Byler. They really could. I find this a positive. As also the way he doesn't shoot it down, right? He could have. I know he's awkward as hell, but his word choice is fascinating.

Poor awkward guy, I feel that. Solidarity my dude.

And ooooooh the second one - I've never heard that interview tidbit referenced until this ask. Did our boy spoil something? Very odd. I can't see them killing off Argyle for shock value and that would be so sad and kinda - why? But who knows, maybe they need a quick death right off the bat and then the rest are safe for most of the season. I'd love for him to be in the season in a small way that first episode and then there's a reason he's no longer there. People loved him, I thought he was a fantastic season 4 character - but we're jumping through a lot of non-plausible in-canon explanations for why he'd still be in Hawkins years on. Why wouldn't he go back to California? Unless they killed him 😢 So... hope this was just the guys being dumb at a panel to play it up. I don't think killing off Argyle adds anything. We know the stakes are high. Just let him leave. But - feel like it's almost guaranteed at this point to acknowledge that season 5 stuff from the beginning of the season has already been filmed, whatever that entails.

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

Oh, my word! You have no idea how happy I was to discover your story collection! Borrowers are 1 of my favorite concepts and I was thrilled to find out that a friend and I aren't the only 1s to think that it would be fun to have Fnaf SB and Borrowers be a thing! If you are still doing requests, I would like to see more Sun and Moon and a Borrower child reader, please! Look forward to what you create in the future!

Hi! I'm really glad you found my account! I looked for borrower content in FNAF for ages and couldn't find any. So given my past in fanfic writing I decided to write some of my own and put my own spin on things. I actually plan on doing some with some of the older versions of the characters too eventually. Anyway here's a short little fic with Sun and Moon!

Sun & Moon x Child! Borrower! Reader

Sun went about his normal day as more and more kids piled into the daycare. Things were hopping as usual and he moved between groups of kids to play with and check on everyone. He goes on like this for most of the day until closing time when all of his friends have to leave. He waves them off like usual and turns back to the daycare to start his usual cleaning. What was unusual was the familiar sound of a child crying. Everyone had left right? So why would there be someone crying? Sun makes his way around the daycare, following the sound of the small sobs, eventually getting to one of the play sets. He looks around, trying to find the source, confused when he can't.

"Hey friend! The daycare is closed! Please come out and I can take you to your parents!" Sun states in his typical cheerful voice. The crying stops pretty much immediately after he hears a small gasp, like whoever it was was surprised by him. He continues trying to look for the source but can't find them. He starts to go back to cleaning until he hears a small voice.

"I-I got lost.....I can't find mommy." You state, watching the huge animatronic. Your mom had always told you to avoid these monstrosities but you couldn't help it. At this point you'd be separated from your mother all day and you were terrified of what my happen if she didnt find you. This sun animatronic scared you but you didnt know what else to do. You couldn't find her all on your own.

"Lost, tch tch tch. Well thats no good. What's your name friend? I can search you in our database." Sun states, seeing as thats the main way he's programmed to help in these situations.

"I-I'm Y/N......but I'm not like the others." You explain, afraid to admit exactly what you are. After all the first rule you were taught was never get caught. In this case though it seemed you had no choice.

"You're not in my database friend. Please come out so I can get you to safety before all of the staff leaves for the night." Sun explains, trying to at least see you and figure it out from there. He'd never seen anyone that wasn't in his database before.

"No! Please dont take me to them! They'll hurt me!" You say in panic, humans means a trap. This can't be good. Without thinking about it you move out of your hiding spot. The suns white eyes land on you and you feel yourself start to panic. You try to think of where to run.

Sun on the other hand can't believe his eyes. Standing a few inches from him on the plastic towers is a 2 inch tall being that looks exactly like a normal human, though its clearly not. "Its okay friend. Please don't panic. Let's work together to find your mom. Its like a game of hide and seek!" Sun states, trying to get you to calm down and not see him as something scary. You on the other hand are still panicking but you know this is your only chance of finding your mom so you nod.

"O-Okay."

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Hope you liked it! I'll try to do a version of this with Moon for you too if you'd like!