#his hair still hasnt grown back

[twnj]

“Yes.” Her breath hitched in her throat before she could put on a deeper voice, and she whimpered out, “Let me…”

“Let you what?”

“Take charge.”

“Of me?”

She couldn’t make more than a weak affirmative sound, and he ceased the movement of his hand. He dropped her thigh, letting it slide down his leg, and used his now-free hand to peel hers from where they grabbed at him. Shikamaru groaned as he clung to her and bound both her wrists together in one palm, pinning them above her head.

His breath was hot on her cheek as he leaned into her ear.[...]

[...]“Which?” His finger retracted, and she moved her hips needily. “Which did you consider, Temari?” Shikamaru’s voice was gentle. Enticing. “Answer and I’ll let go. You can do whatever you want.” He adjusted his grip, but not enough for her to slip free, and pulled back to look at her. His finger stirred gently until her thighs quivered again. “Just remember, when you do, that I’m not weak. If I wanted to, I could do this instead of letting you. Every time.”

Grandmaster on ao3 by @notquitejiraiya

[divinesolas]

SOAKED !

monsterfuckertober day 1

summary: you’ve fallen in love with your local merman but he hasn’t come to visit you in a few days. You think maybe he’s grown tired of you but it seems to be quite the opposite. and who knew mermen have mating seasons?

merman!jacaerys x fem!reader

w.c: 1.3k

c.w: mermaid sex. oral (fem), scales, webbed fingers, heat?, kinda girl perv reader, desperate jace, p in v, not proofread. basically just smut btw

monsterfuckertober masterlist

The sea has become a friend to you. With your head resting against the cold rock, you are out at the shining blue sea expectantly. waiting for him. the water crashes lightly against your bare skin the swimsuit you’re wear leads you to shiver every time theres a light breeze but you don't mind it as your hands shake, he should be here soon.

If someone had asked you a couple months ago if you had thought mermaids were real you would have laughed in there face but here you were. sitting on the wet sand waiting for your own merman to show up. not being a strong swimmer seems to have its pros, as after your family moved out to a beach side property you decided to late a late night dip, making sure not to go too deep but the waves were against you and you were pushed way too far in. he saved you from drowning, the cute brown haired boy with hazel eyes and a big smile.

He told you his name was jacaerys but to just call him jace. A strange name to you but it seems merpeople have a very different culture. Hes not supposed to make friends with humans but he claims he feels a ‘pull’ towards you and cant stay away, confused at the blush that grows on your face at his words.

You like him. A lot. far too much even. Far far too much your hands dip where they shouldn't when you think about him. How would it even work between you two? He certainly doesn't like you as you like him, hes just a friendly merman. His fingers are webbed would they feel strange,,, Does he even have a-

You shake your head quickly cutting off that train of thought as you feel a familiar ache build up in your stomach and you wiggle a little where you sit.

You feel yourself growing more hot and bothered maybe you should just leave. You dont even know if he’ll show he hasnt been here for the last three days. it wasnt like him to miss a meeting without warning, like when he went on that hunting trip with his friends but he made sure to warn you before hand he wouldn't be able to see you. You’ll never forget the sad pout on his face and how his webbed hand gripped your thigh in a parting goodbye before he left. your fingers definitely hurt that night.

maybe you made him up and he was just a figment of your imagination. should you schedule a doctors appointment? When another ten minutes go by and he still doesn't show up you let out a frustrated huff and stand up to leave. suddenly you hear rushing water and whip your head back to look at the familiar tail that peaks out from the water ever so slightly and your eyes widen.

When he appears his face is bright red, a heavy blush set on his face as he takes a deep breath of the air and he shudders. you sit on your knees in front of his as he keeps his eyes closed as if he was afraid to look at him, frowning when he flinched as you try and touch his face. “jace?”

in response he lays face first on your thighs and continues to take a deep breaths taking in your scent. You allow him too, knowing he’ll tell you what happened once he can but you can help but feel embarrassed when he seems like hes taking heavy sniffs of your pussy. you feel like you’re making it up, probably just too turned on but when he readjusts his head to be directly over the thin cloth and lets out a pleased noise along with another deep breath you realize you’re not making it up.

When you grab his face, his face contorts into embarrassment as he tried to pull away but you keep him firmly infront of you. “im sorry im sorry im not myself im so sorry.” You shush him, murmuring that its alright but its hard to take him seriously when it seems like hes even drooling but its hard to tell as he always looks so wet.

His hand comes up to touch your thigh and your breath stalls. His eyes glow in the sun as he maintains his eye contact with you despite the clear red sheen of embarrassment and desire on his face. “im sorry i have not seen you. ive been trying to stay away so this wouldn't happen im so stupid. im sorry.” Hes not telling you something you can tell, he looks down at your lap at you awaiting stare. “it is mating season. And,,, i crave you. i did not want to see you i knew i would act out of line. Forgive me but i rushed over because i could smell you in the air. your scent,” he paused as he takes another deep breath. “i need you.”

He leans heavily into your palm. Pressing a light kiss against your skin, when you don’t answer he continues to pepper your wrist with kisses. The only thing you can think about right now is him. His pupils are blown out, his skin down to his neck is red with a flustered glow, his lips plump eager for you to lay yours on them. “are you sure?” he eager nods at your words, eagerly scooting closer to you the best of his ability, his tail eagerly flapping in the water.

He’s eager to press himself against you when you press your lips against his. Grabbing your hips and dragging you closer to the water so he can scoot closer to the water and press his head comfortably between your thighs. He eagerly licks at you through the think fabric of your bottoms, putting the fabric in his mouth and tightly sucking on it, attempting to drink out every drop he can get. His hands claw at your hips you can feel the scales on his palm rub against your bare hips as they drag down the fabric, he lets out a light groan before he tears at the fabric and dives in.

Your hands get lost in his curls while he eagerly laps at your essence. Its hard to hear the sound of him slurping at your walls over the sounds of the crashing waves but what you can hear and feel his him groaning and moaning against you sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

The grip he has on your thighs is sure to leave a couple bruises but you cant seem to care as he simply continues to open you up wider and drinks up every drop you push out. You must orgasm atleast two or even three times before he finally pulls away from you and drags you further into the way. You’re as far out as you can go in the water while still laying down and he presses himself fully ontop of you. his scales rub against your skin and he eagerly rips at the fabric of your too, wrapping his lios eagerly around your nipples.

Your legs wrap around his waist as your bare dripping cunt rubs against his course scales and he whines in delight. you can feel his scales part and his dick is suddenly rubbing against your folds. its heavy and it throbs against as if it had been waiting for you eagerly. he shoved his lips against you as he slides into you, the stretch burns as hes far bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with but once you settle into it *you’re see stars.*

His lips eagerly dance all over your neck and jaw as your head is thrown back in pleasure, breathy sounds escaping you as you try your best to not be too loud, hips rocking together just as the waves are crashing against the shore.

you hope theres no other creature out there in the big wide ocean because they would certainly be getting a show as you’re laying by the show singing until sundown. or maybe you do.

[melissa-titanium]

some hanas. maybe even some zawas.

design notes under cut i like talking about my terrible choices

very much Not noticable but i wanted to emphasize his lashes closing in his. like. post-meeting mob design

like his eyes after meeting mob kinda. idk if i drew it well but his eyes r less sly and more cheerful BUT theyre squinted more so he sees less. does that make sense. i really lean heavily into my teru rose tinted lenses metaphor but come on man. like i tried to make him look "happier." "nicer" but in reality nothing really changed other than he can't. see. he can't see.

oh wait also i ve hced this for a while but i always thought the idea of his wig still being on his head after 7thdiv arc because his hair hasnt fully grown back was funny. so in his post 7th division design for me at least hes got like. two stripes down his temples where his hair was left after he got shaved. lol

ALSO I KNOW I DREW HIM BEFORE WIT LIKE LIGHT SKIN. but 1) i kind of hate shading light skin its a fucking nightmare. 2) all the cool designs with teru had darker skin. 3) i wasnt confident in my ability to emphasize the contrast of his design. but i think i did decently. i HOPE i did. teru i love you i hate you i want to bash your head in with a rock

also the? earring wasnt erally a particularly important design choice i just thought it looked nice and matched tha three buttons on his school uniform. upon further thought i think it would be cool if his earring got ripped off during his fight with mob & left a scar... permanent reminder. hair grows back, chunks of flesh dont!!!!!!

also this design was majorly inspo'd by @ / unnbatteryacidd , @ / sallymew4 , @ / bugcatcherkit and @ / nothingbizzare if they were not obvious .

[gamblersdoll]

ITS THE MATTER OF IT… chapter 5

tw: 18+ themes, drug usage (its just weed) sukuna being a little shit, a lil needy yuuji please note i have warned my readers of sexual themes, so no negativity or i will have to block.

what yuuji liked about you, were when you both could eventually get closer, even if you were almost same as fushiguro.

whenever you could cook food, even your ethnic ones, he was right there each of the way. snacking of course, he couldnt wait to try and taste your food while it cooked, so he would find little biscoff cookies or snack on crackers while it cooked. he could see how well you could cook, determined to try and learn from you so you could one day relax and make it for you.

or when you did your hair. wash days, deep conditioning, whatever long hairstyles you did , he watched in awe. washing your thick hair could take an hour or two, so he would occasionally help— outside of the shower of course, but was he godsend with his hands. but once you put your hair cream into his hair and raked it through, he was in heaven.

right now? both of you were laying in the bed listening to whatever tiktok you both were on. yuuji would send at least ten at a time, so you had to watch them. the problem however was what you were feeling. he had his legs under yours, and would occasionally poke or squeeze at them. you paid it no mind, or at least you thought.

for yuuji, he was internally panicking. you actually felt comfortable to do that? what were you both? could you at least feel the same? each time he looked at you, his heart would squeeze too, but who wouldnt when they were around you?

should… should he?

“yuuj?” you called him. you had given him some little nickname , it only missed the i in it though. yuuji had finally peeled his eyes away from his phone to look at you, trying to hide his blush.

“hm?” he grunted softly, looking at you, he put his hand on your left knee, and smiled. he was good at smiling, it somewhat made you feel home.

“why are you panicking.. youre sweating.” you had asked, and to no fault pointed out. he felt embarrassed then, only catching on to his little facade.

“i.. i was just thinking about something.” he said, he wasn’t necessarily lying, but he didnt say what about. he looked at you like you were the prettiest girl ever, forget Jennifer Lawrence.

“what about?” you had mindlessly asked, scrolling still on your phone, you hadnt looked up at him until he had said something that had caught you.

“how uh.. i used to smoke weed.” he had admitted, this time he put on a front, he hadnt smoked weee, but only had inhaled from a contact high. he was going to speak again until sukuna had made his arrival.

“punk ass, he hasnt smoked ever.” sukuna had said, putting yuuji on blast for even saying something like that. yuuji rolled his eyes, hoping that you wouldnt get mad that he told a fib.

“did you want to try.” you meant as a question, but growing ready for whatever reason yuuji might back out.

yuuji had grown nervous, but an excited nervous, and he nodded.

…………

this edible was strong as fuck.

maybe about a hour after splitting and consuming a edible, one that simply should have put yuuji on his ass, both of you were munching on whatever food was nearby. for him, a meatball sub since he apparently loved that kind of food. and for you, philly steak. yuuji had actually remembered to get it, even when under the influence… what boyfriend material.

now both of you were cuddled up, watching a tiktok on your phone while yuuji was somewhat big but little spoon. but for yuuji, he felt like his feelings were amplified.

he knew without a doubt, if he could be with you like this, you trusted him.

but thats when the high really started to kick in, and he felt his chest tighten or his legs.. or was it his pants? he felt ashamed for even being in that state. but he couldnt help it! you were so pretty and smart.. and you looked so good right now.

“how you feeling, yuu?” you had asked, without a doubt in the same boat.

“does being high make you really uhh… aroused?” he had slurred, but could talk better than you. you had nodded, knowing that you could barely form a sentence when intoxicated.

he nodded too, his finger tips tracing shapes on your arms, then on your back, which caused goosebumps to form and make you feel more than what you felt.

“is this.. okay?” he asked, feeling on the side of your ribs and close to your breasts. you had nodded, in your head you were asking for him to, to help relieve your stress and problem for now.

“please..” you had whispered, looking up at him with big brown high eyes. had you known that would set yuuji off, you wouldnt.

yuuji had to look away, feeling like if you both continued, itd be wrong, could you even consent? could you think for yourself? some people cant when they are high. “y/n.. how sure are you about this? can you even consent to this??” he asked, what a gentleman.

“we don’t have to get deep into it.. but please.” you had pleaded, growing needy for his touch since he had pulled away. he was getting needy too, he wanted to wait and hear you say what was needed.

you had ever since gotten on his lap and moved your hips against it, causing yuuji to breathe heavily and grab your hips. once you got into his ear, you knew what would happen.

“i want this, i consen–“ you were going to finish, until yuuji had heard you completely and laid you on your back, sharing your first kiss with him.

his hands wandered, exploring what your body had felt like, how much you barely took care of it, but how you still felt so soft and supple. his tongue brushed against yours, causing you to grant him access and that turned into sloppy kisses.

his kisses went to your neck, feeling how hot and heavy it had gotten in the matter of minutes. he whined, smelling your skin and how you smelled so good. he had gotten between your legs, dragging his focus to where you both would connect, and softly snapped his clothed hard on against your clothed cunt making you both moan out.

he leaned back to your ear, dragging his hand from your breast, to your waistband. he suckled on your earlobe, making you mewl out and arch your back.

“let me know when you want me to stop, okay baby?” he whispered to you, making sure your safety was more important. you had nodded, feeling his fingers slip under your clothes and play with your bundle of nerves.

“fuck..” you moaned out, immediately your hand flying to cover your mouth and another hand pinching your clothed nipple. yuuji had noticed, pulling your shirt up and licking circles around your pebbled nipple. you moaned as he lowered his fingers.

“you okay, baby?” yuuji had asked, slipping a finger slowly into your wet slit, feeling how his fingers were sinking into you. you nodded, grinding your hips on his thick fingers as he didnt move.

after he had to convince you to moving your hand, he had kissed you. sucking on your bottom lip as he told you how warm you felt, how you feel good next to him. he eventually started to slowly split your slit open with just two fingers. and thats where it hit.

you started to writhe, growing close to your orgasm and he immediately knew.

“yeah baby? like this?” he asked, curling his fingers into your walls and going slow then fast, as if he was actually making love to you. you nodded, tears growing in your eyes from how good it felt, whenever you were high it always felt so much more than sober. yuuji had started drawing circles on your clit with his thumb as he finger fucked you, drawing you closer.

“imgunncum—“ you had whispered, barely even managed to say it. yuuji had understood and heard you, growing desperate to make you feel good.

“cumforme, pleasebabycum– come on, you can cum..” yuuji had said, setting you off and over a cliff as you reached your climax, silently of course. yuuji had pulled away from you, pulling your pants off and having you go use the bathroom. he then got a warm rag and wiped your down, carrying you back to bed.

“what about you…?” you had slurred, worried about whatever you could do to return the favor. he waved you off though.

“next time, sweetie.” he had told you, pulling you closer to him so both of you could pass out in his arms.

….

in sukuna’s domain however, he was learning about what could possibly make you even more vulnerable to him. he felt… strange? as if he was growing soft? no. it wasnt that, he was just simply attracted to you. and then he started to plan. he could simply switch with the brat and have his way with you, no, he wanted you to savor him and his time with you.

“ill have my way with you soon, little one.”

honorable tags: @lisaaannna @coldbreadbouquetworld

[gaoau]

一 ; one ; uno

it's so cold warnings — none. word count — 4.0k

next.

ive long realized plenty of things i never needed—the past is never behind us, the present is fleeting, the future doesnt exist. theres a wrinkle in the sands of time. theres a fault in the fabric of the universe. there are many flaws everywhere i look. sano manjiro lies dead before me. mikey lies dead before me. blond hair and a dragon tattoo because we both miss ken. black hair that makes him look too much like shin. white hair and dark bags covered in tears. how many times have i seen this already? why have i seen this already? everything is broken. its disastrous and confusing and suffocating. i dont understand what im looking at.

i remember, just seconds ago, i was busy beating up some random guys from a rival gang. theres a reason we rule over the kanto area. we dont back down from a fight. so where did i go? where am i? why am i seeing this now? these are memories of a future i dont have. these are memories of a future i shouldnt have. its enough to drive me insane when i think that this is all i get for being next to mikey. i hold my breath and choke whenever hes around. that intoxicating grace of his, the one that sets him apart from the world, has been flooding my senses for longer than i can take. and i let him, because i want him to be happy. this is all i get; blood, gore, pain, death, loneliness.

i dont want to think about mikey any longer. ive done all i could, it seems. id just like to be free for one moment. i still see it all, futures im not a part of, futures that takemichi has made sure to change.

he wears that godforsaken dragon tattoo like a brand on his neck. long hair hes kept dyed through the years because he doesnt want to cut it off, but he doesnt want me to style it for him. i look at him and i see ken. its torture. the years have gone by, im still by his side, he still has me locked in place. he hasnt smiled in what feels like eons. im okay with that. his smile, that empty, silent smile has always made my stomach ache. im not okay with that. hes a carbon copy of ken. we both miss him, i know. it hurts him more than me, even if im the one staring at a burning ghost all day, every day.

we're alone. im alone with mikey. im all alone when im with him. its cold on top of this building, in the corner of the world, secluded from the city weve conquered. i stretch out my legs, leaning against the wall, squinting at the reflection of led lights bending to hit my eye. mikey is still as small as ever. hes so small despite sitting on his throne like this. the gun i hold weighs on my hand. neither of us know how to properly handle guns. weve been drowning in this business for over a decade, but we're very clearly still children.

the safety clicks as i press the barrel under my jaw. "itd be so easy, dont you think?" the sound of my voice calls to him. its the only familiar sound in his life. its why ive been staying with him. i couldnt save him, but at least he still clings onto me like this. hes had me trapped for so long that i seem to have forgotten i was ever my own person.

his darkened eyes shift towards me so slowly. i see his face twist into a panicked frown. "whatre you doing?" he doesnt move from where hes sitting against the wall adjacent to mine. he reaches with his foot to tap my knee. stop, hes trying to say, dont even think about it. hes scared, i can tell. ive learned to read him like the open book he is. his light has grown dimmer through the years. hes angry, i can tell. hes wondering if ill leave him, too.

"nothing," i sigh. i lower the gun and leave it on my lap for a second. "m just thinking…" and i think. yes, i think. i know i cant leave him. he doesnt let me. he keeps me tied down to him. a chuckle falls, sardonic. i point the gun at him. "i cant die before you, mikey." ive promised. ive sworn to stay by his side until the bitter end—until his bitter end.

he doesnt bat an eye. "are you gonna kill me?" its funny how he doesnt care that im the one wholl be killing him. im just making my job easier for myself. i wonder what kind of face kisaki will make when he finds out what ive done.

"do you want me to?" i know he does. tonight ill see we find peace, manjiro. im the only one who he can lean on now.

hes quiet for a second. his eyes are like black holes as they swallow up all the light. he stares straight at me without expression. then, in a whisper, he begs, "…please." he doesnt say my name. no, he hasnt said my name more than once in our lives. he calls me by that stupid nickname he made up when we were hanging out at grandpas dojo.

i cant help the soft simper pulling at my lips. hes still the same mikey i know. he still struggles with asking for help, even if its me. but he still asks; hes still vulnerable in front of me. i pat my lap, legs stretched out just for him. "come here, then," i invite him closer, ready to welcome him with open arms, "rest your head for a bit." rest before you leave.

he doesnt hesitate. he never hesitates. in a swift movement, the back of his head collapses onto me. his eyes, the ones hes kept me trapped in for all my life, they dance around the vast expanse of midnight above us. "the stars are lovely today." stars i once promised to drag down to his feet if he asked. stars i swore wed always watch together.

i hum in agreement. "thats why we're here." everyone knows that stars only come out at night. we both know we're the two brightest burning stars in the world. we sit here, where people can see us burn and consume ourselves until we get crushed. "itll be over soon, i promise." the same way i promised him forever. ill hold him until the moment he dies. 

"thanks." ah, now he chooses to use my actual name. he can be so unfair. he could save a life, but he decided to take mine away instead. under his charm, i let him drag me down. we die hand in hand.

there are no tears; not from me, not from him. it seems weve both been waiting for the other to make the first move. hes so tired and so am i. with a singed throat, the words sting on my tongue as i remind him, "i love you, manjiro." theres no other feeling in the world like loving sano manjiro. i look into his darkened gaze and deny the truth staring back at me. its all a mess, scraping away at my mind. my love and hate look quite alike.

i can hardly tell light from dark or right from wrong anymore. mikey replies, "i love you." again, he dares not say my name. i hate him. he makes me go weak at the knees, even as i slump against the wall. i wonder if its him or the cross im bearing on my back, weighing me down.

mikey closes his eyes. he wants to let go. hes letting me go. its been years and hes finally letting me go. the wind howls and screams our names in my ears as i press the barrel of my gun to his forehead. we're stars; we'll burn, we'll rest, we'll disappear. we go down together. i shoot. his body relaxes against my legs. i feel the warmth of his blood seeping through my clothes. hes free. the gentle quirk of his lips tells me hes happy hes dead. maybe im just making it up. maybe i just want to believe ive done something.

i lift my head to the sky. the gun is warm against my skin. my pulse doesnt tremble when i pull the trigger.

im free.

but we arent free. i walk into his room to find mikey slumped against a corner. hes here again, a ghost of ken. how come his eyes grow darker every time i look? i scratch away an itch on the underside of my jaw, clearing my throat to let him know im here, it's me. he doesnt bother lifting his head for me. i stand right in front of him, bare feet centimeters away from his crossed legs. ive heard what hes done. he didnt check in with me before killing our friends. if takashi dies, then i stay. if pah dies, then i stay. ken and kei died, so i stay. he knows ill follow him to hell.

it hurts me, too. he cant let go of me and hes bruising my wrists. i want him to be happy. i want him to be free. i want to be free. "takashi, pah, peh, chifuyu." the list rings with poison in both of our ears. how did we get here?

"takemicchi got away," he mumbles. i highly doubt takemichi matters much right now. we stopped trusting him long ago. he changed after bloody halloween and mikey couldnt understand why.

i crouch to try and meet his eyes. charming, deadly works of art. viral. it's been years, but he still holds me in his gaze. "never woulda guessed chifuyu was working with tora. after killing kei, i thought for sure he wouldnt forgive him." theres no sugarcoating needed. i dont censor my words. his wounds are fresh and i keep digging my fingers into his flesh to make them deeper. i make all his mistakes real for him because he wants to be scolded. he cant ask for sympathy—he only asks for cruelty.

theres a pause. a silence that hangs. it's heavy, stagnant. it pulls at the seams. "kazutora needs to go, too."

my knees come in contact with the floor as i lean towards mikey. i wrap my arms around his head, cradling him to my chest. hes still warm. he rests his forehead against me. "theres no time, mikey. you cant do this any longer." youre falling apart, manjiro. i pull my gun from its holster, cocking it as i bury it in his hair.

"set me free." he pronounces that stupid nickname, chaos of my real name. i cant discern if hes begging or ordering me.

i hum softly. he put his trust in me. "i love you." he nods. the gunshot echoes in the quiet room. it rings in my ears. i see splatters of mikeys blood on the wall. i feel his body relax in my arms. with the barrel against my temple, i shoot myself free.

a headache splits my skull apart as i watch this unwind. have i seen this before? no, mikeys hair is pitch black. im glad he doesn't let it fall over his forehead. i don't think i could bear to look at shin so much. i was adamant to cut it for him when he asked. the list is the same, though much longer. takashi, pah, peh, chifuyu, tora, the twins, hakkai, even ken. hes talking with takemichi now. it's easy to tell what mikey wants from him. im no good in this future. i don't have what takemichi has.

there is nothing left here for us. i wait among the shadows and debris, listening to mikey confess all his crimes. he veered down the wrong path. ive kept by his side all this time, holding him at his most vulnerable, but im not a savior. takemichi can save him in a way i can't. all ive done so far is push back the inevitable. mikey falls victim to his dark impulses every time. who am i to stop him? he keeps the safety of his gun on; i don't. i can save myself.

"kill me," he says. i feel like ive heard that before. it's not directed at me, though. i won't stop him. all mikey wants is to die and be free. that's what i want, too.

takemichi is, understandably, confused. he doesn't get it. maybe that's why mikey has chosen him. takemichi tries to figure out what mikeys trying to tell him. he asks about the friends hes murdered. it must be frightening for him to hear his former commander speak so nonchalantly about setting hakkai on fire. he asks about me. mikey glances at where im hidden. i catch the look in his eyes. those eyes that had me wrapped around his finger when he so intensely stared into my soul. they quiver.

hes helpless. hes scared. hes tired. hes horrified. he doesn't know what to do. he pounces on takemichi and threatens him. then a gunshot rings. it's not mikeys, it's not takemichis. and it's certainly not mine. mikey is dead. mikey is free. i swore to him that i would see him to his end. we die hand in hand, don't we, manjiro?

tachibana naoto, hinas little brother shot him. i remember her mentioning him to me once. ironic how hes the one to kill mikey, of all people. as takemichi cradles mikeys dead body in his arms, i step out of my waiting spot. it alerts both men instantly. naoto is wary of my presence, but takemichi believes in hope. he exclaims my name with enthusiasm. perhaps he thought mikey had killed me as well when he didn't answer. as if mikey would ever let me go.

"im just here to pick him up," i let them know i mean no harm.

naoto is a cautious man, if anything. "takemichi-kun, get behind me." id never do anything to hurt takemichi. he doesn't need to be worried about me.

i kneel before takemichi, extending my arms out. i remove mikeys burdens from his chest to take him away with me so we can both find peace. his blood smears on my clothes and i know takemichi will have a hard time forgetting this sight. mikey doesn't weigh much. it's painful knowledge.

as i haul mikey away, takemichi calls, "wait!"

there's nothing left to say, though. mikey has confessed all his crimes. mikey has confessed all his pains. "it's over, takemichi." i can't bring myself to curse him with that stupid nickname after all these years. "it's finally over." we're finally free. welcome home, manjiro. i wonder, if i smiled, would it hurt him? it'd be genuine happiness, but it's not like he'd be able to read that, so i don't. mikeys body is cold and stiff against mine. i let him rest against me, eyes closed and dried tears on his cheeks. he hasn't cried in so long. he leans his head on my shoulder. he always does this when he lets his vulnerability show. "i love you, manjiro," i remind him. hes all i have. i press my gun to the roof of my mouth. i don't get to taste it.

it's never over. my tongue feels dry when i chew on it out of anxiety. ive heard three shots. i see haru waiting behind a corner as mikey finishes his business. i didn't even glance at takemichi before i decided i couldn't do this. i wonder how much longer it'll take mikey to come up here and join me. this is the tokyo we conquered; this is not the dream mikey had. if he'd had a better moral compass, if he hadn't let ken go, if he hadn't put his trust in me, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

i hear footsteps behind me. here he is. i hug one of my legs to my chest, the other one dangling off the edge. we're on top of the world. it's a long way back home from up on this rooftop. he stands next to me in complete silence. so he's left takemichi to die. he was hopeless and helpless until the very end. i can't blame him. he's been through so much. he doesn't know how to share. he takes on all of the pain. he can only ask to be punished, because aid isn't a word in his vocabulary.

mikey pipes up, "you've been waiting for me here?" it doesn't surprise him at all. i know him like the back of my hand. this is how he takes responsibility for the last decade of misfortunes. he'll end it all.

"i couldn't bare to watch you keep making these mistakes," i reply truthfully. ive seen this before. i glance up at him and he glances down at the street. don't look down, manjiro. you won't survive this trip to hell.

it sounds like he wants to laugh. he doesn't. instead he brings back a conversation we had when we were fourteen. "that's why you're better than me." hardly. he says that stupid nickname clinging to me like a curse.

"after you." i motion towards his kingdom, to the path covered in blood and snow.

mikey looks at me briefly, quiet. then he cranes his neck up at the sky. "you won't stop me?" i see the tattoo on his nape. he put it there so he wouldn't have to look at it. it burns on his skin as it burns on my shoulder blade.

"i can't." i don't have the rights to stop him. i didn't do it in other timelines, im not going to start now. this is the only way for us to be free. it's tragic how unfortunate we are. maybe we deserve it.

how does one normally respond to a friend committing suicide? how does one respond to a friend letting them commit suicide? it's not what mikey does when he hums. "i'll see you later." he disappears into his own mind. whose face is he seeing? shins? emmas? i would hope. "everyone, let's do this!" there's a grin on his face. ive missed it. he hops off the roof and away from me.

"ill see you later."

i hear haru screaming all the way from the street. he's distressed. he's been with manjiro just as long as i have. mikey trapped him the same way he trapped me, but somehow worse. i know im not free as long as i stay next to mikey. i stay out of love and selfishness. haru stays out of fear and obsession. i know im not free, but im still my own person.

and i don't fool myself.

mikeys falling to his death, peaceful. an arm shoots out from the building and latches onto him. i smile bitterly, a sigh tumbling from my lips. "sucks that death is a bit of a bitch for both of us." i want to jump, too. i stick to my perch and swallow my pride, because im my own person, but im not. i can't die before mikey, i can't leave him alone.

i see the tears pouring out of his eyes. he begs for help, finally, for the first time in his life. it's enough to make me cry, too. he's being weak for the whole world to watch him burn himself to oblivion. takemichi scolds him. he struggles to hold on when the cross he's bearing weighs him down. twelve years of pain make him slip from his saviors grasp. there's nothing i can do.

blond hair and passive, ken's tattoo, black hair and chaos, izana's earrings. reality is broken for me, pieces of different timelines scattered on the floor. i have all these memories that aren't mine. mikey lies dead before me in a billion angles no one else can see. i don't understand why im seeing this now. i know ive seen it before. it's been two years since i last had to suffer through this. time is shattered and it hurts.

i hear that nickname ring in my ears. when i blink, mikey's corpses are gone. there's a weight in my hand and it's not from a gun. im gripping an unconscious boy by the collar. my knuckles sting. the skin of my hands is split open, bleeding. i remember now. we were wiping out a rival gang that challenged us. i turn towards mikey, trying to blink him into focus. "sorry, what'd you say?"

he stares back at me with hollow eyes. there's a tiny furrow in his brow that others wouldn't be able to pinpoint. "let's go," he repeats, nodding his head for me to follow him. i see haru and koko waiting for us behind him. they both look away when i catch their gazes.

"oh, yeah." i clear my throat. the kid im holding slips from my fingers and crumbles on the floor. his head bounces when it hits the ground. next to the blood splattered on the dirt, a tear drops. i realize it's mine instantly. im crying. i wipe at my eyes with my sleeve to pretend nobody saw me. i don't think i can explain what's made me cry like this in the middle of a fight. there's a discomfort in my throat, and remnants of a headache pulse in my temples, and the roof of my mouth itches. im still crying. the tears fall, but i feel nothing. this anguish isn't mine to feel.

i cough into my fist as i walk to stand next to mikey so we can head back. there's an open gash on his leg that he's ignoring. what's a little wound to the invincible mikey, after all? i know nobody is invincible, let alone manjiro, because i know people die, because ive killed him with my own two hands. ill take care of it for him later; mikey is my responsibility. he waits for me to join him. my shoulder brushes against his. he glares at my tears so intensely. "are you okay?" he asks quietly, like he doesn't want the two boys ahead of us to hear.

i turn my head to find his eyes. it's like he's trying to bring all my deceit to light, like im not allowed to hold secrets. i see those black holes that swallow up his own deceit. all i see, rather than the mikey right in front of me, is his corpses in variety, because i killed him, because i let him die, because that's what he wanted and that's the only way he could be free. so i clear my throat again, "yeah, just got dizzy." he knows it's a lie, instantly. my voice doesn't waver when i lie, but it gets small. he knows.

he lets silence hang for a moment. "did you eat today?"

i shake my head. "i was waiting for you." my attention flutters back to the two boys a few paces ahead. they're awfully quiet.

so is mikey. i feel him still staring at me. "okay." and he looks away, too.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Made a fanfic from Rick and Morty's first meeting when Morty was a toddler, set in pre-canon

This was inspired by the fanfic "The Littlest Buddy" by Lol_doescrime. Check it out! Also before anyone says anything ik this is ooc but this was Rick before canon so shut up-

Rick told himself he wouldn't do this. But he was weak. He had to see his baby girl again. He set his portal gun to Prime's dimension, hoping to run into him during what he was about to do. He wasn't going to do anything bad! He was just going to...take a peek into Beth's room to see how his little girl has grown. That sounds really creepy. It was just going to be a quick peek ok? He wanted to see how his daughter grew up, sue him. 

Rick went to Prime's dimension. He walked over to the door and attempted to open it. Of fucking course it was locked. What did he expect? He pulled out a device from his pocket and unlocked it. He opened the door and closed it behind him as quietly as he possibly could, locking the door behind him. He looked around at the family photos. He heard that some Ricks stayed with abandoned adult Beths, exploiting their daughter's abandonment issues for free rent and food. Those Ricks digusted him. He'd give anything just to be around for his daughter's childhood. But that was impossible now. He saw a wedding photo of Beth with a light brown haired man. Jerry, he thinks. He doesn't really remember. He hasnt exactly heard good things about him, but Beth looked happy in the photo, so it didn't really matter. He saw a photo of a girl with orange hair and of a very young boy with dark brown hair. 

Rick tiptoed through the hallway, god he felt like such a creep, he saw a door at the end, he hoped it was Beth's room. He opened it and saw Beth. She was so grown up...she was laying on her bed with blonde hair laying on the pillow with subtle waves in her hair with pink pajamas. She looked so relaxed...he heard a man mumble her name and cuddle her. It was Jerry...his child found love...his grip on the doorknob tightened, his knuckles white. He missed so much...her graduation...her wedding...he shook his head and closed the door behind him slowly. He couldn't watch this. He wanted to reconnect with her so bad...but that wasn't his original daughter...his original one was...his shook his head vigorously as tears from in his eyes, as the memories came flooding back. Her confused face right before she... "It's all your fault." His inner voice sneered "You could've done something. But all you did was sit there. You idiot. You fucking-" SHUT UP! 

Rick turned around to leave but saw someone gawking at him. It was a small kid, he had to be very young, a toddler at oldest, he still had a dipper on. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted slightly. He had brown hair that looked like a helmet and had a yellow shirt with a dipper. Him and the kid just stared at each other.

This had to be Beth's kid...this wasn't the ideal way he wanted to meet his grandson. The kid tilted his head in a way that was admittedly cute and spoke "W-" Rick quickly stopped him, clamping a hand around the child's mouth before he could think and shushing him "Shh!" He didn't want the kid to get him busted. He didn't want to explain to Beth why a strange man was in the house watching her sleep. God he really did sound like a creep. Rick sighed and whispered "I'll remove my hand from your mouth but you have to stay quiet." His grandson nodded and he removed his hand from his mouth.

Rick's grandkid kept staring at him and Rick took their small hand and led them to their bedroom. It was weird for a kid to have their own bedroom, but they did have a nanny cam (which Rick did make sure to disable) He saw his crib and Legos scattered all over the room. Rick sighed, guess he should introduce himself, he got down to their level "Hey kid, what's your name?" The kid blinked looking confused, then made an cute "O" shape with his mouth, showcasing his bucktooth and spoke "M-Mowty! Morty!" Rick smiled, Rick wished his stutter was that adorable. He heard some Ricks talk about their Mortys, they mainly just seemed like a sidekick, something about brainwaves "Nice to meet cha' Morty. I'm Rick. Your grandpa." Morty smiled "G-grandpa! Grandpa Wi-Rick!"

Rick gasped slightly, turning his head down in an attempt to hide the tears in his eyes (like Morty could notice) and nodded, ignoring the way his throat tightened. Morty went over to Rick's pockets and pulled out a gun, which Rick quickly retracted "Oh no buddy, that's dangerous." He took out a toy that was originally made for Beth. "You'll like this more." He turned off the light and turned on the toy, planets and stars were shown, and Morty looked around with his mouth agape "Wowwwww...." Rick smiled "It's been a while since I've shown anyone my inventions, so I'm glad you like it." Morty nodded "I w-w-love it grandpa!" Rick flinched slightly, still not used to being called that. Damn kids were trusting. He remembered when he was trusting. He got his entire family killed.

Morty took the old man by his hand and lead him to a drawer where he pulled out a picture. "D-dis is my family!" He pointed at the drawing with stick men. One was a tall one labeled "Daddy" The other was a slightly shorter one with yellow lines (which Rick assumed was meant to be hair) labeled "Mommy" and the last one was orange lines labeled "Sister" Rick pretended to be interested, nodding slowly "Wowwww look at this, little Picasso!" Morty giggled despite not knowing who Picasso was. He walked over and got a blue crayon, and started drawing while laying on his stomach. Then he took a yellow crayon, and drew another one. After he was done, he proudly displayed it to Rick, practically shoving it in his face. "L-look at it!" It was a small yellow stick man labled "Me" holding the hand of a tall blue stickman "Grandpa Rick" Rick clenched his fists as he fought the tears that threatened to spill. "G-great work little buddy." Rick complimented, ruffling the young boys hair as he laughed. The kid took the grown-up's hand again and led them to a small bookshelf. He pulled up a book and practically shoved it in his hands. "C-can you read me a bedtime story Grandpa Rick?" Rick's grip tighten on the book and he nodded. The kid looked like he was barely able to keep himself up as Rick read the book to him. Rick occasionally put on silly voices while reading the book, making the toodler laugh.

Afterwards Morty yawned "I'm tired." He reached his arms out to Rick smiling and Rick picked the kid up and placed him in bed, tucking him in and, before he could stop himself, his parental insticts took over and he placed a kiss on the toddlers forehead. Causing them to giggle adorably. Rick couldn't help the smile that spread across his gace, "Night buddy." Morty yawned "Night grandpa.." Rick attempted to leave, but Morty grabbed his hand and let out a whine like a dog. Fuck. Rick sighed "I guess I can stay here for a bit longer buddy." Morty let put a tired smile and Rick stayed until Morty fell asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. The old man took out his memory eraser and pointed it at the kid. "I'm sorry." He mumbled partially to the kid, partially to himself. He didn't want Morty talking about his grandpa to his parents. He couldn't be in their lives. He's no good to anybody until he finds the fucker that killed his wife.

He erased Morty's memory ignoring the tears rolling down his cheeks. He got a vial and put it in his pocket.

He was about to leave the room, but the drawing Morty made caught his eye. He ripped out the part that had him and Morty, folded it up, and put it in his wallet. He took one more look at his daughter all grown up before he opened a portal and left.

[scarletsky153]

got another plot bunny that cant STOP jumping inside my head so hear me out:

its a fem lawlu with them being platonic soulmates/qpr/chaotic siblings and suddenly they were back in the past, 10 yo for luffy and 17 for law which kinda sucks for luffy bcs she hasnt grown yet (and she miss her squishy boobs) and law kinda lord over this fact for years.

law already has polar tang and 3/4 of her crew. she found shanks and the red hair pirates roaming around north blue and decided to fuck it and try to pry luffy (or her caretaker makino) denden mushi number. shanks ofc wary about this young girl w old eyes that wants luffys number (even when she said her full name) but after four days of cold war luffy contact shanks telling him she probably time travel bcs she's so tiny now and has no boobs and the last thing she remembered before coming to the past is fighting against blackbeard and her haki is nearly uncontrollable its so hard to train haki in her tiny body and did shanks know something about time travel?

law kinda look into shanks incredulous eyes and smirk and loudly said,

"mugiwara-ya, stop talking too much."

luffy yelled "TORAO" so loud then laugh and cry nearly hysterical and telling her about "Ace" and "Dadan" and "Foosha" and "no boobs" while the rest of red hair and heart pirates watch the (crazy) girl only hummed and said with zero sympathy,

"this is your fault."

"IT'S NOT!"

law then calmly told luffy her denden number (and ask the bartender, makino, to write it down) and tell her fellow time traveler that law will set sail to east blue immediately to 'reinforce our alliance and to make a vague plans bcs i DONT want to get shot seven times again'.

("That one is definitely not my fault!"

"Debatable.")

shanks watch this interaction with solemn eyes and after exchaning glance w benn decided to follow law and went to dawn island too bcs obv luffy already became a great pirate so the promise is already fulfilled and law, used to deal w crazy impulsive captain, just nodded and the two crew set sail.

in dawn, luffy is trying to convince ace that she indeed time traveled while ace (and makino) warily glance at each other in confusion, want to believe luffy (bcs she's a shitty liar) but also time travel???

then a few weeks later luffy ran down from dadan's place to foosha and saw two distinctive ships sailing towards foosha. she tackled law who already on polar tang's deck and happily wave to the hearts and called them by names. shanks, who spent a LOT of his time getting to know his little sister's ally esp their elusive D captain, watch the two D's interaction with amusement. then the crew walk towards party bar to say hello to makino and see ace.

in the bar tho is when law and luffy reinforce their alliance. it kinda goes like this:

"Monkey D. Luffy."

"Trafalgar D. Water Law!"

"If you want to survive in the New World, there are only two ways to go about it. Either you swear allegiance to one of the Yonkou... or you do battle with them."

luffy laugh at the familiar words. law only smirks in response.

"You don't seem like the kind of girl who would subordinate herself to another pirate."

"Shishishi, that's right! I want to be captain!"

the two crew around them watch with rapt attention, while ace gawked at the two girls.

"Then form an alliance with us! If you and I work together, we may just be able to pull this off... I have a plan to take down one of the Yonkou."

the heart pirates stare at their captain in horror while the red hair pirates didn't know what to think about the conversation. shanks watch the interaction with full attention.

"Make it two Yonkou and a few Warlord and we have a deal!"

the two girls, one being only 10 years old while the other is still a teenager, look at each other with crazy, wild grin full of anticipation of being able to create chaos around the world.

"Deal. But this time I will be the one who kill Kaido."

"No way! I want to fight him again!"

"Don't be selfish, Luffy-ya."

the bicker w each other while ace looks like he nearly got a heart attack. meanwhile shanks laugh and call for a party to celebrate the alliance. luffy then spend the day and night trying to tell stories without too much spoiler for the future, while law trying to plan shits.

when they separate a few weeks later, law told luffy she (and the hearts) are going to dismantle Germa 66 and luffy isnt allowed to join them. the younger girl throw some tantrum ("Not fair, Torao! I want to beat Sanji's shitty family too!" "Then hurry and grow up already, your Haki's control is still shitty." "IT'S NOT!")

luffy let it out that sabo is still alive but has amnesia to ace and he swore to hit his twin hard enough in the head as to returning his memories. meanwhile shanks decided to get to know law more and bothered the girl a lot, while law thinking between hit that man in the face or hit on him and see whether the red hair man freaked out or not (he kinda did).

for the next four years, law kinda drift around north and east blue, wreaking havoc around the marine base and dismantled a lot of underground organization. the hearts then enter the grand line around the time ace set sail from dawn island (luffy called him to complain about "how can torao sail to grand line first I WANT TOO" "you're still a shrimp. three more years." "NO") and wreaking havoc (again) so her bounty reach 300M first. she called luffy to gloat ofc.

law got the yami yami no mi first, but teach still betrayed whitebeard and trying to kill thatch and ace but ace, already being warned by luffy and law, managed to save thatch. but he somehow still got caught by the marine and slated to be executed in marineford again. law told luffy maybe this is a fix point in every timeline.

the straw hat still got separated bcs luffy knew her crew needed the training, but she managed to NOT separate from them and reunited w law in sabaody. they then tried to save ace at impel down first, still didnt get there in time but manage to create chaos and set a few hundred prisoners free, then set sail to marineford to save ace.

law and luffy both fought on the war, manage to save ace but luffy somehow still got hurt bcs of akainu, law manage to save luffys life (ofc), and the two D girls gain the respect from whitebeard and his crew. shanks then join them to let them know that kaido is pissed, and to ask them about their next plan.

luffy wants to train w rayleigh or alone again, law decided to enter new world first and gaining more info, they will reunite in punk hazard in two years to then defeat doflamingo and set sails to wano and defeat kaido.

the only person from wb pirates who didnt gawked in astonishment is whitebeard bcs he only laugh, while marco remarks that the two girls are def Ds.

the rest is kinda history lol.

also they both like to tease each other about their respective type of men.

luffy to law: "still want to bang shanks, torao? he's older enough for you, right? i know u like them mean and old."

law to luffy: "still cant talk in front of your crush, mugiwara-ya? i thought you're the Pirate King, he's only the first mate of whitebeard."

did the two girls manage to get the guy of their dream???? probably.

[waspalisades]

this is what i imagine my neighbor was hoping would happen when he knocked on my door to ask me out at 2 in the morning:

when i open the door, i'm looking cozy but still hot, like maybe wearing one of those cute little pj sets with a crop top and shorts, but i threw a little sweater on over it or something. maybe wearing slippers, but it would be better if they were knee high socks. or thigh high socks. my hair is in a messy ponytail that is not an actual messy ponytail. i look happy to see him when he says "hey, neighbor," like maybe i was just waiting for this to happen after chatting with him a couple times and smiling and laughing at his compliments. i say hey back and ask whats up, and he gets a glimpse of my house through the gap in the doorway. behind me paused on the tv is a really cool movie, one that shows i have taste but also know how to have fun. my decorations are random bits and bobs, but thoughtful and fairly grown-up. at this moment, he also realizes i smell really good, and it snaps his focus back to my eyes, tilted up at him curiously.

"oh, nothing, i just wanted to know if you would maybe wanna go to waffle house with me in the morning."

i smile and shoot back, "you came over here at 2am to ask me out? to waffle house?" without missing a beat. he would laugh a little, a bit nervous, but still hasnt lost his cool.

"yeah. i could hear you were awake, too. and i was already thinking about you, so i figured it was worth a shot." he sticks his hand in his pocket and leans one shoulder against the doorway, just a little bit in my space. "so, you wanna go?"

i lean against the doorway from the other side, letting him get a little more in my space, and the sweater slips a bit off my outside shoulder. the swatch of skin he can see there makes him stir. "that sounds like fun. we should get breakfast." i drop my glance quickly over the rest of him, and while i'm not looking at his eyes he can steal glimpses of my chest, starting to prick into pinpoints against the fabric of my crop top from the breeze. "but you didnt come over here this late if you just wanted a date."

he says nothing, plays cool and lets my eyes wander him. my sweater slips off my other shoulder.

"did you?"

and at that point the fantasy stops being anything but the different positions from the last porn he watched, which are definitely exactly what i would be willing to do with a strange man who came to my door in the night. no flaws in this logic whatsoever

[charred-n-gilded]

guess whos back yapping about their ocs ☝️

anyway heres the horn timeline

when you break the oath, the skin (do they have skin? its more skull... idk..ghost skin?) begins to crack. black, shadowy horns start forming... slowly..

ripper looks at the new cracks on his head in the mirror and feels them. its a weird sensation, and hes definitely not used to the horns there. he keeps fixing his hair to hide them a little. ripper repeatedly goes over the cracks with his fingers the whole day.

after 2 weeks... the horns are pointier and the skin has stopped cracking. they grow faster in the beginning. the mini horns are cute!

ripper doesnt feel the cracks as much anymore. hes grown accustomed to the horns (although hes not completely comfortable with them yet). he looks in the mirror everyday and inspects them, checking if theyve grown a little. hes brushed the front pieces of his hair to one side, since the horns kind of get in the way.

a year after the oath breaking, the horns have basically grown completely. the growth gets slower as time goes on. reapers horns are weird in the way that they actually stop growing at one point. the length of them varies on each monster.

since the "incident" (as he calls it), ripper has been... not ashamed, but also not content with the horns. its definitely frowned upon to have them in society, so he hasnt gone out much (not like he did anyway). the front pieces of his hair have grown out, and hes shaved off the sides and has gotten an undercut. hes happy the hair isnt annoying him anymore. ripper has noticed the horns have stopped growing as much as before. he also noticed he hasnt changed much... he still looks at the horns in the mirror... still inspects them... still tries to hide them a little (subconsciously), even though theyre still definitely visible. maybe he is a little ashamed.

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 ‘BRIAN AND EMMETT! LOOK AT THE BEST FRIENDS. When you think about it, theyre basically the same person. (Emmett says it hasnt been his year dick wise) THIS is what im being robbed off when they don’t give me them as friends! Since when does Em know about cancer? I know for a fact that’d be a sweet moment between them and i was robbed! This is how he’s telling people? Iconic. If this was today, he’d just post it on his IG Story.’ And we are back at Mel and Mikey ‘I genuinely say this from the bottom of my heart: i hate them both. Finally lindsay has a fucking brain shes using. Unfortunately she still has a horrible haircut though’ Loretta brings Deb heart shapped dessert ‘oh rosie. My sweet Rosie *long pause and then looks at me and points to his Brian inside a heart shirt* This is literally me with Brian.’ ‘FINALLY TED MAKEOVER! I get triggered every time they say queer guy, just thought you should know. I’m so happy that Emy and Teddy are friends again’ ‘look Mike is realizing he’s an asshole. I could’ve told you that 4 seasons ago. Or episodes. The next apology and confirmation that he’s an asshole needs to be to Brian that dinner pissed me off! Who does that to a friend? Just watches while they get attacked?. I still hate him for that. BRIAN! Look at this cutie (and Ted reveal happens) TEDDY! He looks good. Wait, I need a video of Brian saying Ted is fabulous on a loop’ ‘they brought Rosie just for a little kissy kiss and that was it? Good for her. *looks at me like he just figured out all the world problems* mmm she probably had to go back to work on her show’ (she did not the show was already over at that point but he refused to believe me) Mel asks Linds if she is giving up JR bc she doesnt want to be her mother ‘girl, after how you and michael behaved? Even i dont wanna see that damn baby anymore. Now where the fuck is Gus, the real star of the show? Give him to Brian and Justin for a sleepover’ ‘mike acts like he’s got it all figured out and like he’s this grown up dude who is suddenly too good for Liberty Avenue and yet he’s a fucking idiot and a child. WHY IS HUNTER BACK ON THE STREET? What the fuck is going on with him? Why would they do that?’ AND we are at that Britin scene now ‘Blondie! Look at him drawing. Imagine if they hung out at Brians office and Blondie worked on his art and Bri was working on his shit? I should’ve been a writer on the show. God, im so happy his hair is back. BRI BRI! Okay what the fuck is going on? He doesnt wanna fuck Brian? Okay cool that’s okay. Can’t relate but to each their own, i guess but why does he look like hed rather jump off Empire State Building? He’s acting like he killed someone calm down it’s just an std it happens, what the fuck? WHAT IS GOING ON? Since when does Justin care for all this? Why is he being like this?’ Justin reveals the Rage drawings ‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS? When are you gonna stop fucking every et that moves??? NEVER? And he gave him a virus in the series? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? Did i hallucinate the part where Justin and him had that foursome? Or when those dudes were all over him in babylon? OR THE LA FUCKS? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BLONDIE? Blondie i said never change? What is this? And dont even get me started on the Rage comic. Thats fucked up, thats why he hid it from Brian cause he knows that’s fucked up. I hate this. What the fuck is going on?’ He then got up and went outside to smoke and didn’t come back for 20 minutes. And when he finally did all he said was ‘this is bullshit’ and then he left the house to go on a walk to clear his head. And when he came back he refused to talk about qaf. So the beginning of the end has officially started.

BRIAN AND EMMETT! LOOK AT THE BEST FRIENDS. When you think about it, theyre basically the same person. (Emmett says it hasnt been his year dick wise) THIS is what im being robbed off when they don’t give me them as friends!

Your brother is feeding my little KinneyCutt shaped heart. They are basically the same person, I've been saying that! Also, they're both tall.

*long pause and then looks at me and points to his Brian inside a heart shirt* This is literally me with Brian. Yes it is, Brother. If Loretta adopted a cat (which she will in a half a second because she's a lesbian, yes this is a self-own) she would/will name it Debbie.

mike acts like he’s got it all figured out and like he’s this grown up dude who is suddenly too good for Liberty Avenue and yet he’s a fucking idiot and a child. The joy I am getting from your brother reading Michael is immeasurable.

I should’ve been a writer on the show. Yes, he should have.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS? When are you gonna stop fucking every et that moves??? NEVER? And he gave him a virus in the series? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? Did i hallucinate the part where Justin and him had that foursome? Or when those dudes were all over him in babylon? OR THE LA FUCKS? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BLONDIE? Blondie i said never change? What is this?

I'm crying. I'm so sorry anon. I'm so sorry Brother. It gets worse. It gets so much worse.

(To be clear, I love the Only Time speech because it encapsulates them, but Brian proposing and every moment of that is awful. (okay we get some cute couple moments from them being engaged BUT AT WHAT COST? Justin not being at Babylon in the last shot is awful. It is entirely out of character. I hate the writers)

I'm sorry.

[leasboyfriend]

hi :3 4 of the questions you really want to answer

thank u! @kittyandco i had to hold back from writing a whole ass fic for the first one 😅

Djinn and Tariff: Uh oh! You, as you are right now, just got randomly transported to your F/O’s world, right in front of them! Luckily, you get to choose the point in the story when it happens. Which moment do you choose? How do the two of you react?

i think the moment that would work out best would be sometime while he and kairi are training in the secret forest, less chance of dying/trauma there. this means everyone sees me pop up, not just axel so ive got fairies all over me and i hate all this attention. meanwhile axel just stares in confusion

but the most fun point storytelling wise would be to show up in his room in the the Castle That Never Was shortly after he comes back from Castle Oblivion the first time. he's super, super curious but he hasnt had his redemption arc so im more like an object he wants to study, but im snarky enough to match him and thats kinda fun, but i keep randomly getting sad for no reason that he can tell? he's got the very beginnings of a heart and its just enough to make him keep me around. the longer im there, the more fond he gets, but there's no way this ends well, the narrative is doomed.

Bloody Gary: What “incorrect quotes”-type conversation best describes you and your F/O?

Space: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Lea: What changed your mind?

Space: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

Heat Death of the Universe Iced Coffee: What’s a small quirk or behavior your F/O has that you go absolutely hog wild over every time?

he kind of exclusively does it with roxas and xion, but its so so so so cute to me when he basically bends in half so he can look them in the eye to make his point

Sugar and Spice: What three items/concepts would you say “make up” your F/O, metaphorically speaking?

ice cream/hair gel/eyeliner, roxas/xion/space

okay but more seriously schemes/friendship/loss

[lildemonsemen]

2019 was the worst year of my life and I’ll never forget it: in one swoop I had to renounce both Star Wars and Game of Thrones that’s my whole identity really

[cynettic]

hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

[technowoah]

could you do 21 and 23 from the prompt list with george x gn! or fem!reader?

btw i adore your writing!! i love all your ideas and your imagines are so original ahhh i love them sm

So Cliché [3:41 am]

TYSM! OMG THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME🤚🏾😭

Also sorry this came out so late

I am guessing the prompts are from the fluff list, but if this isn't what you wanted I'll do it from the angst list!

21) "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

23) "Pinki promise kiss"

⚠︎ swearing, fluffy stuff, i didn't proofread 😪

Your eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom you were in. The door was closed and the curtains were slightly opened letting in the slightest slither of light inside. The sun hasn't rose yet and your body felt heavy. You turned around under the warm covers of your bed and looked at the clock beside your bed that shined 3:41 am.

You groaned as you rotated around in bed until you found a comfortable way to lay down. Time seemed to be going slower when you woke up, the need to sleep flooded your mind but you just couldn't relax. Turning around again you faced your closed door that led to the hallway. The door always had to be at least cracked and not completely closed, but your roomate was making too much noise at an ungodly hour.

Living alone wasn't good for you at all, you didn't feel comfortable living alone. It was so quiet all the time and no one was around to entertain you or comfort you when things went bump in the night until your friend George suggested that you moved in with him. You always complained that you needed a roommate so he proposed the idea that you two moved in together to make you feel safe.

A few days from that conversation you packed your things and moved in with George. Slowly but surely you moved all of your things into George's place and he was always there to help. George had two bedrooms in his house and they were right next to eachother. You both woke up around the same time and went to bed at totally different times.

George and you always made breakfast together, sat around the house thinking of things to do and just end up sitting on the couch watching anything interesting he finds, doing chores and going out quickly to then inevitably end up back to the couch to do absolutely nothing. George always ended up sleeping while you two had this time together because he stayed up so late you dont know how he could sleep like a baby like that all the time. He ended up either laying on the armrest of the couch or on your shoulder. You always thought that was uncomfortable for him, but he always ended up there. The last couple times he ended up laying on your thighs which flustered you the first time, and the second, basically anytime he goes to lay on your lap you tense up.

You weren't afraid of physical touch, but this was new to you, you've grown accustomed to George and you think you a crush evolved from nothing. You two have been really close and it all started with a stupid Minecraft server. Ever since you moved in you two have grown closer than ever and your complicated feelings if you would want George as a boyfriend or not flooded your mind as we speak.

[4:01]

You still couldn't sleep and it was becoming a problem. You tossed and turned until you felt comfortable and began to count sheep, but you already got to 40 and didn't feel sleepy at all. Encasing yourself underneath your covers didn't help, it only made you hot. You were wide awake at this point. You had sat up and got out of your bed slipping on some fluffy socks and quitely opened the door and shuffled your way to the living room. You tried to stay quiet trying to keep George asleep as you turned on the TV.

Turning down the volume you sat there for a while underneath a blanket you and George had on the couch for times like this. You had a throw pillow underneath your head while you layed horizontal, across the couch. Two shows later and your eyes began to droop, it was a sense of accomplishment because you were finally sleeping so you stayed there still so you continue to lull yourself to sleep.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" George asked with tired eyes and gravelly voice. "Are you up? Do you need me to stay up?"

"Fuck you George. I was about to go to sleep. I kinda want you up with me." You complained as you pulled the blanket over your head with your eyes still closed.

"C'mon silly get in your bed. Were you here all night?" George said while leaning against a wall, clearly still tired.

"No. I couldn't sleep. Why are you here?" You asked, but your words mumbled together.

"I heard the TV." George pointed at the TV that was illuminating objects in the dark.

You hummed and he did as well. "Are you okay bub?"

You had a small smile on your face, you loved the small petnames he gave you. You had a small feeling that he didn't mean it in the romantic way you wanted it to be.

"I woke up and cant sleep now. I was almost asleep, but you came in so.." You said still drowsy from staying in the state of in-between being awake and sleep.

"Im sorry." George said with his head against the wall, eyes closed. "Mm sorry I'm tired." George wiped his face.

"Could you sleep with me?"

"What?" George asked laughing slightly.

"No not that, just sleep in the same bed." You said. Your brain was just working on his own. You wouldn't have said this if you were awake, but you were desperate and needed sleep. Also you were touch starved and your crush on George was becoming more apparent each day, but that wasnt the point now.

"Yeah I'll do that." George said while pushing himself off of the wall.

"What?" You said thinking he would reject the offer.

"You sound like me. Come on." George said making his way over to you and reaching his arms out. You sat up looking at him with half open eyes and ended up grabbing both of his hands to pull yourself up.

Once both of you were on your feet you both lazily made your way to your bedroom. You mad yourself comfortable under the covers while George sat ontop, restricting the cover's movements.

"You're ontop of the blankets, it's weird." You mumbled.

"Sorry, sorry. Um, what would you want me to do?" George asked as he got off of the bed and stood there awaiting for an answer.

Your back was facing towards him when you answered. "Come on under the covers, I dont bite." You faced towards him when you said that.

He smiled a bit and then got under the covers with you, he layed on his back facing the ceiling and his hands on his stomach. He was uncomfortable.

You turnedon your side facing George. "Are you uncomfortable? If you want you can leav-"

"No! No. Im just- Ive never done this before you know. I've never comforted anyone like this." George quickly said.

"Like cuddled anyone?"

"Like cuddle, yeah."

A silence fell upon you two until George laid on his side facing you. His face was close to yours and you tried not to freak out right in front of him. He reached his hand across your body and started to rub your back. You shuffled your body a little so that your heads weren't at the same level, you were level with his chest and you got closer leaning your forehead against his chest. You both got more comfortable and got closer in touch, he soothingly rubbed your back trying to lull you to sleep.

It was a while that you both layed like this, basking in eachothers comfort

"I wish I could sing like Wilbur. That would make this moment better." George whispered against your hair.

"You being here makes this moment already great though." You whispered as well hoping he could hear you.

"Really?"

"Really. I mean it. I love this." You pulled him close.

"I love 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ."

"I love you too."

You smiled with your eyes closed. "Promise you love me?"

"Pinki promise I love you." George lazily locked both of your little fingers together.

"Pinki promise kiss." You puckered your lips hoping he would get the hint.

You heard George chuckle and he softly pecked you lips, it was like he was testing the waters. You opened your eyes and he had a small tired smile on his face, the two of you ended up giggling like little kids and then going back into the calming state you both were in.

Thank God for you both being in that state of tiredness. You just hoped that you both remembered what happend at [4:32 am] when you both wake up.

EXTRA:

You were alone in the kitchen this morning making pancakes. George hasnt met up with you yet and you questioned why. Yes you remembered last night and you're glad that you finally had the courage to say that you loved him, but it wasn't how you pictured it happening.

You flipped your pancake as George came put from around the corner looking fresher and more awake than last night. He smiled at you and made his way over to you. He closely stood by you and reached over your head to grab a glass from above. He only stepped that closely to you to grab a glass.

You begun to think that he forgot about last night's kiss. He had filled his glass with ice and then with water he stood over by the refrigerator for a while until he walked over to you.

You had just finished the second pancake of the day and faced George who was stood beside you waiting for your attention. He smiled at you and slowly leaned down and gave you a kiss on your lips. It was slow and longing, like he wanted to do this for quite a while. One of his hands found the side of your face and the other one pulled you closer by your waist. He then pulled away having a big smile on his face, you matched his smile clearly glad that he did that and remember.

"This is so cliché you know that right?" You laughed.

George rolled his eyes playfully. "Exactly, I feel like I've read this somewhere before."

"Like on Wattpad?" You jokingly asked.

"Yeah I read a bunch of DreamNotFound fanfiction on there." George said as he swayed you back and forth along with him.

"Hey~!"

"I'm just kidding! And I pinki promised didnt I?" George rose his eyebrows.

"You did! You did!" You smiled at him and he matched your smile again.

"I love you." George said.

"I love you too." You replied.

"I could get used to this!"

[bruh--wtf]

Apologies

Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Peter's straining himself, and exhausted, and finally starts realizing that he's been wrecking himself. And he goes to the reader, wanting to make sure he hasn't lost her.

Peter Parker Masterlist

You were completely in love with Peter Parker.

When you'd... reappeared? You were completely confused. Of course you knew about Peter, though he did try to hide it for a while. But five years?

And after what happened with Tony Stark... Peter hadn't been exactly himself. Which is understandable and you know that he's going through alot, but... he's just not really letting you in anymore.

While at one time, he knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him. Now, he was constantly patrolling. He never gave himself a break. And, in some ways, he was avoiding you.

You'd try to talk to him, and usually he'd find a reason to get out of it. Of course, him being Peter, he wasn't outright giving you the cold shoulder. It made you a little guilty, but you were a little glad you weren't the only one he was distancing himself from. Ned and MJ too.

You layed there on your bed at that moment, going through your old pictures. Your parents had kept absolutely everything the same. They didn't get rid of anything. Including Peter's things that were randomly in some places around your room. A few shirts you'd claimed as yours included. They were comfortable, anyways. You were wearing your favorite shirt you'd taken and some shorts that were basically hidden under the shirt. They were so glad when you kind of just popped back up. You'd appeared back in your bedroom, and when you walked out your parents cried. After they explained everything, your first instinct was to find Peter.

But he wasn't exactly somewhere you could easily find him.

The trip down memory lane of pictures was almost painful. It felt like Peter was breaking up with you.

Then you heard that tapping on your window. The one you hasnt heard in a long time.

You were a little confused for a second, not entirely sure if you actually heard it. Back before everything, it was just natural to get up and open your window when you heard that noise. Or, later on, Peter would just climb in without tapping.

Maybe even he knew things were different.

When the tapping happened again, a little more hurried, you sat up, and walked over to your window.

Peter was upset when he saw you just lay there. More so than he already was. He was so used to you knowing when he's there. Had he really screwed up that bad?

You opened the window, seeing Peter climb in hurriedly. He was still in his Spiderman suit. You saw the cut on his face, and the bags under his eyes. On instinct you reached out to his face, but half way there you became a little hesitant. Peter watched you with sad eyes. Red rimmed eyes. He'd been crying?

Your hesitation washed away, and you placed your hand on his cheek. He seemingly let out a breath he'd been holding. He didn't waste anymore time wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. This time, you let out your breath. You bit your lip, you could have cried. You held him tightly around his neck. You could feel him crying. You hated it, and sadly loved it at the same time. He came back to you. That had to mean something.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles against your skin. You shook your head, gently running your fingers through his slightly grown out hair. He looked like an absolute wreck, and it hurt to see him like that.

"You don't have to be sorry, Peter," you whisper calmingly. He held onto you a little tighter, he still hadn't lifted his head up. Maybe he wasn't thinking straight, he definitely wasn't thinking straight, but how tight he was holding you almost hurt. When Peter first started changing, his strength included, he figured out how to use it. Right now, it was like that was just slipping out the window.

"B-but, I've been treating you like-" you shush the boy, pulling back gently. You give the boy a small smile. As much as he was right in some regards, and you didn't like the way he's been acting, you never wanted him to feel like you were that mad with him. You were just... upset.

You pulled ever so gently on the boy's neck, and pressed your lips to his. Peter pulled your waist against his more, while you kissed the boy as softly as you possibly could. Ut had been a while since the two of you had kissed. When you first saw eachother again, you'd run up to him, and he'd held you tight. Much like at the moment. But, after he told you what happened, he seemed to admit it to himself. And that's when things changed.

You finally separated your lips from his, and he leaned his forehead against yours. He kept his eyes closed, and simply held your for a minute again.

After a few minutes of silence, you pressed your lips together, and slipped out of his grip. "What are you-"

You grabbed something to help clean his cut, something again that hadn't been touched in a while. He watched you for a second before walking over to your bed, sitting down. You were gentle, and he simply studied you while you cleaned him up.

"I am sorry, Y/N," he says eventually when you were finished. You looked back into his eyes, you knew he was. You nodded, but couldn't say anything as you put everything away again.

He stood up, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and placing his head on your shoulder again. You sighed.

"Peter, I told you-"

"I hurt you," he whispers. You closed your mouth. He wasn't wrong about that. You looked down.

"I know you've been through alot recently, and-"

"And, you're the most understanding person in the world." He turns you around, and cups your face. "I know that I've been a terrible friend to everyone, worse I've been a terrible boyfriend." You didn't say anything. "I'm sorry for pushing you all away." You shook your head, putting your hands on Peter's wrists.

"It's fine, Peter, we've all just been worried about you," you tell him. He leans his forehead against yours again.

"You are the best person in this entire world. I need you more than anybody else, and I've been a complete asshole. It's just... Mr. Stark..." he trails off, not even knowing how to finish his scentence. You reach up and wrap your arms around the boy.

"I know, Pete. I know." He sniffled, and you knew he was crying again.

"I'm really lucky to have you. I just, I realized I was gonna lose you if I kept-"

"No, Peter, you couldn't lose me. I just missed you," you say softly. His grip on you tightens again.

"I'm-"

"Peter Parker don't you dare say you're sorry to me again," you say, pulling back to give him a serious look. He chuckles a little bit, nodding.

"Okay," he says.

"Pete?" He gives you a questioning look.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" You asked, almost a little nervous. He smiles a little, and nods. He kisses your forehead, making you smile a little. He glances down at what you were wearing, seemingly noticing for the first time. He chuckles a little, meeting your eyes again.

"Is that my shirt?" He asks. You pressed your lips together, nodding a little. He smiled a little more. You gestured to the suit.

"Are you gonna sleep in that, or..." He blushes a little, which you found immensely cute. He hits that spider in the center of his chest, letting the suit fall loosely. Leaving him in his boxers. You forgot about that part. Peter walked over to the light switch. You bit your lip, slipping under your covers.

He turned the light off, he looked more comfortable. Him just being comfortable in your room again made you happy. He walks over, laying ontop of you, making you chuckle a little bit. He held you, and put his face in your neck. You felt him placing a few light feather kisses.

You combed your fingers through his hair, earning a more defined kiss on your jaw.

"Baby?" He whispers. You hum. "I love you." You smiled a little, turning your head to look at the very clearly exhausted boy.

"I love you too," you say. He has a sloppy, sleepy grin on his face. And he kisses you, before snuggling to make both of you comfortable. You kept running your fingers through his hair, and eventually heard his breathing turning slower, and feeling him fall asleep. It felt so comfortable, and right.

Because Peter Parker was completely in love with you, too.

[vaguelygeiszlerian]

i was trying to be normal but now i’m here to make my feelings on nandor’s crisis of self everyone else’s problem

this is going to be incredibly unstructured and biased but i have feelings which are going under the cut

hello friends foes and people that know better!

im here to talk about nandor the relentless

so ok todays episode really did things to me that only pacific rim uprising has in that i am still crying about it over an hour later and now i need to talk about nandor’s crisis of self, namely his rejection of self 

we see the house, in this episode, celebrating not nandor’s birthday, but his rise to power in a country long since dissolved and buried in sand, a party that they have apparently been holding every year that guillermo has been in the house! nandor is discontented with the whole celebration, continuing this season’s arc of his existentialism, trying to understand what it’s like to be a vampire, to be lonely, to be someone once powerful and now small, co-leader of a council that only covers, what, just staten island?

and he’s drawn in by this promise of being human again, of being able to eat and drink and see the sun again, because hes so desperate to reject this part of himself that he must see as inherently cursed! when he was turned, his wives all rejected him and his kingdom drove him out, hes spent centuries looking for belonging, and always being barred at every turn but for this one house of perverts who he’s grown to resent for treating him like the big useless turkey of the house, only good for being strong (and now not even that, with guillermo in the house as their bodyguard rather than familiar)! he turned gail, only for her to immediately leave, after asking him to wait FOREVER for her! vampirism really hasnt been anything but a curse for him for as long as we’ve been following him, so it makes sense that he would be drawn in!

and he changes literally everything about himself to do it! cuts his hair, changes his clothes, pulls out his fangs every single day, they CLEARLY arent drinking blood to avoid being vampires so hes weakening himself too! and it makes him happy, because its something new, somewhere that he belongs to without being relied upon to be strong or smart or anything but human, which i dont think hes ever had? he falls for jan, because he wants so badly for her to be right, for this to be his chance to be human again, even when we’ve been given absolutely no sign that it does anything! (and we do see that it didnt do a damn thing at the end too!)

guillermo coming and rescuing him was, to him, a kidnapping and an assault on these people that, for months, had been his family, people that loved him without expectation (guillermo wanting to be turned) or reservation (the household all kind of hating one another in their own ways) and so no wonder hes miserable when guillermo tells him hes taking him home! hes convinced himself the only way he can ever be loved is to tear parts of himself out every single day to make himself lovable by anyone! no matter what he feels for guillermo, and he DOES feel things for him, he’s shown too many times this season and this EPISODE that he feels things, all he sees is this thing guillermo wants from him, to be immortal, to lose all these things that nandor is trying so hard to find, not realising that what guillermo really wants is him!!

and now he’s trapped in the same cage he locked guillermo in, begging them not to leave him alone in the dark because they want him to go back to being himself when he doesnt even know what they see in him besides these things he’s been ripping out every single day for a month, and i just know that guillermo’s gonna falter, because he loves him and wants what will make him happy, no matter how miserable he himself is, and he’ll let him go and nandor is gonna go to this place he thought was home only to find charred bodies, no jan, and the truth that ripping parts of himself out didnt make them love him, that the people that have been showing their love in the only ways they know how are the people he just left behind

these are literally just the feelings i have on nandors crisis i could go on so much longer about the scene where he leaves guillermo but im not going to because im being so normal about this again and not crying for the eighth time in an hour about nandors need to be loved