#hello? is this fandom alive?

[alexwrites20]

Longing Feelings are Just Car Wrecks

Hello! I haven't written anything Ajin related in years. After reading (and cringing over) some of my old fanfiction, I really wanted to put out more content. I feel like the fandom has died off but to those who are still into it, I hope you enjoy!

Izumi Shimomura was a busy woman.

Tonight, Shimomura was finishing up on a few emails, fixing an excel spreadsheet, while listening to the latest update on one of her favorite podcasts. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Tosaki looking up at her from his own laptop every now and then. These quiet nights together used to make her nervous, their hierarchical relationship was still so strict, something that they were both trying to maintain. As the weeks went on, that feeling started to die down by a lot. They would check in with each other a few times a day, most of the time not saying anything at all. They didn't have to. Shimomura valued these moments; they were peaceful, and she didn't have to subject herself to listening to two teenage boys having a screaming fight back and forth at each other.

Tosaki reached forward and slightly angled her laptop so he could see it. Shimomura must have not noticed how much louder her clicking has gotten, something that happens when something had started to annoy her. She sighed, pausing her podcast and taking out her earbuds.

"Are you alright," Tosaki scanned through the email she was typing up.

Shimomura leaned back in her chair, "I'm fine," she paused, Tosaki waiting for her to finish her thoughts, "I just have to fix another mistake that one of the new interns made. I don't know why they were hired straight out of college. They don't know how to do much."

"Neither did you," Tosaki said, a small smirk growing on his face. . Shimomura shrugged, slightly defeated, "I suppose."

Tosaki shut her laptop, "Well, it'll get done tomorrow. It's late."

Shimomura checked the time on her watch. It was nearing two in the morning and as if on command, a small yawn escaped from her mouth. It wasn't often that the two were able to actually get any sleep. The day was a bit quieter though, and as of right now they couldn't track down Sato. Usually that would alarm all of them, but this wasn't the first time they tried to capture Sato. They had to remain calm in order to win.

"What were you listen to," Tosaki asked.

Shimomura looked down at her phone and smiled slightly, "A serial killer podcast."

Tosaki let a small puff of laughter out, "Are you taking notes on how to finish me once and for all when all this is over?"

Shimomura grinned up at him, "Well it would be nice to put my suspicions to rest on if you're an ajin or not Tosaki-san."

"Well," Tosaki shut his laptop off, "Perhaps we can find out at some point in the future."

Shimomura frowned, "I don't think I'd ever want to find out actually. The chance of you not," why was she getting so emotional? She must really be tired. She took a deep breath before starting again, "The chance of you not waking up...I don't think I'd ever be okay with that."

Tosaki smiled gently at her before going to hold her hand, "You can't get rid of me that easily."

Shimomura stared down at their hands before looking back up at him, "I know that Tosaki-san."

Tosaki felt a strange pang in his chest that he wasn't used to. The feeling was inappropriate, abusive, and just plain wrong. The feelings he had felt like a car crash in a dramatic movie. Long, dragged out, every small detail of the crash felt horrible, and yet he couldn't look away. Crashes only end bad, and this feeling felt like one of those situations. No matter how hard he tried to stop it though, he could never shake the feeling.

Shimomura felt her face heating up, "Well," she cleared her throat and pulled her hand away, "I'll be on my way."

He was upset that this feeling was going to end just as it started, "Alright. Sleep well."

Shimomura stayed seated for a few seconds, trying to figure out something else to say. She was just too damn tired, she could hardly think, and the way he stared at her made her go crazy. She stood up and slipped her phone away, "Good night Tosaki-san."

They both supposed internally that they could address these feelings at a later time.

Notes:

I'm happy to be writing some slow burn mom and dad again. I haven't watched or read the manga in a very long time so they might be a bit ooc but thanks for reading anyway! Maybe I'll post some of my old fanfiction since some things got lost when I deleted my old account.

[schmellows]

[sniixnn]

crimes? crimes.

[mindie-arts]

“𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅” 🤍🔮

[star--anon]

shouts-out to Gally who said "nobody's perfect" after Minho asked why he was helping them out after he speared his lung out

first of all, that's the funniest response he could've probably said.

secondly I love that it shows how Minho and Gally interact with each other. How they're both emotional without being too vulnerable

"Why're you helping us" because I hurt you, and I regret it. This is my apology.

"Nobody's perfect" because I am admitting that I felt hurt by you, but I hurt you too, and I regret that. This is my apology. This is me forgiving you.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Just finished The Librarians and, loved it, truly, such a good show and I will be obsessing over all the characters for the foreseeable future and watching the sequel series when it comes out but I have a Bone To Pick with that season 4 finale because WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY TIME TRAVELED THE ENTIRE SEASON OUT OF EXISTANCE???

The LiTs don't meet Ezekiel's mother and go on the most sibling-coded mission of their entire lives???

The team doesn't see Flynn actively choose his family over the library, even when his literal hero is telling him to do otherwise???

They never go to the team building camp???

Cassandra never goes to that "safest town in America" place and leads an entire community to face their fear???

Stone and Ezekiel don't get possessed by the spirits of two brothers whose love for each other ended a decades-long feud in the middle of a war specifically because the brothers knew they loved each other enough to make the same choice???

JENKINS DOESN'T JOIN A DND PARTY????????

Like yeah, Eve and Flynn remember and I guess they could have told them all but you're telling me none of the other characters remember the entire SEASON??? This is like when they memory wiped Ezekiel's time loop character development away but on crack I am distraught.

Also I'm actually fascinated by Christian Kane being the only confirmed reprisal how the hell are they planning on explaining everyone else being gone and Stone only being a reoccurring character I'm so afraid

[bowiesimms]

once you're in, you're in.

Having your heart broke is awful but not being able to tell anyone anything made the pain so much worse. You were not supposed to know Nacho Varga and you were not supposed to know of the Salamanca’s nor the business going on. Simply, you were just somebody who worked at a coffee shop, just about scraping by and making ends meet and he was an important member of a cartel. 

But you knew him and all about his life. After closing shop late one night, you were walking home and unfortunately happened to be noticed by a group of men, following you and calling you names, trying to get your attention. Just then Nacho happened to be driving past, and he stopped. As soon as the guys saw Nacho standing there, they scampered, apologising to him - you’d noticed they were almost scared of him? Naturally, you were spooked and you were shaking from the whole ordeal, he noticed that. His eyes were kind, and they were soft as he looked at you, noticing your stature. 

He walked you home, knowing you would definitely not get in his car after that. He didn't have to but he did. You didn’t get his name, and he barely said anything apart from asking if you were okay and that was it. A few days passed and in the dead of night there was a knock against your apartment door. The knock was a pretty-beaten nacho. You cleaned him up, feeling like you owed him a little, unsure as to why he came to you but you cleaned him up, this time he spoke a bit more. From then on, he formed a routine, showing up to your apartment a few times a week in the dead of night, not beaten up or anything, you guys would talk and sit on your couch, watching tv, drinking beers. Becoming his escape from the criminal life he desperately wanted to quit. 

A year and half later, here you were. Broken hearted as the night before he had come over, telling you that he can’t see you anymore and that it was so much safer for you to not know him. Of course you understood that, but you loved him. Hell, he loved you, telling you for the first and last time almost 2 weeks ago. He had cupped your face gently as you cried, your heart had sunk, your stomach in a gut-wrenching turmoil, you’d told him ‘no no please don’t’ over and over again. He’d told you he loved you, his thumbs stroking away your tears and you noticed his eyes welling up too. You’d never seen him emotional. 

Almost 2 weeks had passed, you hadn’t seen him. He was doing exactly what he said but you were just in a constant state of hope. The people in your life had all noticed the decline you’d taken. The dissociative stares, eye bags and barely eating. Everything you did just hurt your heart. You couldn’t even tell anyone. 

It was 9pm, closing time, and this one customer had not left yet. He’d been sat at a table with a black coffee for the past half hour. Closing alone was normal, and you waved goodbye to your other colleague, before walking over to the customer. A bit of an older guy, in his 40’s you would say, handsome too, sat at the table. 

“Hey, im really sorry but we’re closed now so-”

“Y/n right?” He had a slight accent as he spoke, a recognisable one. Taking you off guard a bit, sure you had your name tag on but he had not looked at it once. He’s got a slightly off-putting smile on his face as he looks up at you. 

“Yeah-” He directed his hand to the chair opposite him at the table, to which you cautiously sat down. You weren’t stupid, you knew a cartel member when you saw one. 

He smiled at you still, leaning forward on the table, his arms on the table too, “Good. I’m Eduardo Salamanca, but you can just call me Lalo, you know Nachito, si?” 

The smile you put on when talking to customers, which you had put on for him, faltered a little upon hearing Salamanca. Oh for fuck sake. This is just what you wanted to deal with when trying to close up, running on almost 2 hours of sleep. He was quick, he’d instantly caught onto your reaction.

“I mean, yeah, i-i knew him” You replied, holding your hands under the table, letting out the breath you were holding a little louder then you wanted, Lalo caught onto this, nothing slipped past him and he let out a laugh. 

“No need to be so nerviosa, ma carino, hm? I just want to talk…” Resting his hands under his chin, he has a gleam in his eyes, leaning forward a little, watching at you, “I just…want to know what our Nachito has been telling you this past year, hm? Si?”

Oh god. 

Looking at your hands monetarily to break the intense eye contact, you look back up at him, “he really didn't tell me any-”

“Don’t lie. You too pretty to lie” He said, “Now, c’mon you will tell me now”

So you did, explaining the absolute basics of what you knew, of what Nacho had told you - the Salamanca’s, what they did, who runs what, and how he told you that if ever a guy called Tuto somehow showed up to instantly run.  To which Lalo let out a laugh and you laughed nervously in response too. Upon finishing what you told him, he paused for a minute too long.

“You’re good at keeping secrets, hm, I like that. I think, I’ll keep you, si?” he said, you look at him confused by his word choices, unsure what he meant by keeping you, “Too good for a mierda place like this”

Still completely unsure and now scared of what he meant by that, you watched him, your gaze now never leaving him as he stood up out of his chair, walking over to you. He grabbed your hand gently, and brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing it softly. He looked at you again for a few seconds too long, a smirk now at the corner of his lips, “gracias, my dear y/n, you have been very helpful, I’ll see you soon”  He gently let go of your hand, turning on his heeled boots, and walking out the door, leaving you alone to process what had just happened. You’d stay sat in the chair, hand to your mouth, almost biting on your thumb, unsure what to do. Upon hearing his car drive off, you quickly stood up, locking the cafe door. Heart pounding and breathing suddenly heavy. What did you just do?

[nicstylus]

Fashion Gurus and their Leather-Clad Partners

Ghastly Bespoke and Tanith Low - Skulduggery Pleasant

Blitzen and Hearthstone - Magnus Chase

[inarizushidoodles]

any boy can be a babygirl

but it takes a MAN to be a single mother

[artyarchivehoard]

First dtiys and damn it has been a hot second since I've draw skeletons @itsxroxannex

Nightmare sans creator: @/jokublog

[nespolkei]

Does anyone here fw me posting old RPG horror stuff

[ilackallhonour]

"Colonel Ives, would you humor me a moment? Would you– would you take off your shirt please, and show me your shoulder, please, Colonel?"

[thenamessparkplug]

its me.... the one the cishets warned you about.... THE MAN AND THE WOMAN IN THE RELATIONSHIP

[raccoon-of-the-creek]

i’m really sorry for this being my first kipo post

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[chonnysinferno]

sigh

[caapsart]

watched it for the 1st time ever. was expecting to be initiated into horror genre, instead got reminded that i love to torture myself with miserable characters needing whatever but not to be put in a battle w anything for the 100th time