#i love making these i could make them forever probably

[alyimoss]

YES YES YES IVE NOTICED THIS BEFORE!!!! the reverse is also true: chara calls asgore dad, but toriel is just toriel. both have a parent theyre closest with

that does make me think tho like. frisk seems to me like he would either call both parents just by their name or call both mom and dad. not pick one and leave the other. hes shown to be more considerate of the residents of xtale in later timelines than chara, whos grown much more disillusioned, hateful, and violent. chara has way fewer problems treating people more poorly because in his mind the end justifies the means and as long as the goal hes working toward is noble (which. it at first is but later twists into something completely different. but i think he still considers it noble and the "best outcome for everyone" and thats ahat matters most to him) any horrible thing he does is completely fine. hes playing on the same battlefield as xgaster, after all, so he has to adopt his same tactics. frisk, though also shown to have grown more hateful and violent and disillusioned, shows a lot more hesitation in using and/or hurting the residents of xtale.

anyway, all that to say that he just doesnt rlly strike me as the type of guy to just exclude one parent, especially if it hurts/saddens them. like i could be completely wrong and hes just got a preference contrasting charas bc siblings, but. idk.

bc chara not calling toriel mom immediately makes me think of timeline III. the timeline right after the one where chara got the father figure he yearned for. it was the first timeline to use underswap as a base instead of the original timeline. in the episode, we see both frisk and chara sitting in toriels lap. frisk is chatting happily with her, but chara looks livid

i wonder if chara refuses to call toriel mom because she hasnt been the mother he knew for so, so long. she doesn't even know it. and swap toriel taking asgores role and some if not all of his personality (depending on the interpretation), it probably felt to chara like she was trying to replace asgore. a shoddy stand in, smiling at him almost in mockery as he has to mourn the death of his father alone because noone except for him, frisk, xgaster, and alphys even know he died. for all the other residents of xtale, that series of events never happened.

toriel asks him whats wrong and he has to fight the urge to snap at her, to yell at her that she knows. she knows and shes mocking him. that shell never be him. that she shouldnt have ever dared to do something like this so close to his death. and he only barely holds that all in because he knows shes not doing this on purpose. she doesnt know what happened. she didnt ask to be remade in someone else's image. she doesn't even know she has been

the whole situation fuels his hatred of xgaster more, because now more than ever he feels like hes being toyed with. first it was just the world. just seeing what changed. and then one of the most precious things to him was taken from him by the very man who promised him the world, a marionette facsimile dangling by strings from the claws chara couldve sworn he didnt always have.

and again, its not toriels fault. but it leaves such a strong impression on him that she forever changes in his eyes. shes no longer the loving mother. shes someone who doesnt belong, someone he doesnt recognize as his own. she changed from who she was when she WAS his mom, all the way back in timelines I and II, and the mother he loved is dead. gone. erased. irreplaceable. and no matter what xtoriel does, chara can never bring himself to call her mom again

and, on the contrary, he latches to asgore hard. because hes also changed, hes not exactly as he remembers him, but hes back. hes alive. hes still asgore and hes still his father and he missed him so much. he doesnt care about the smaller details, nothing matters except the fact that his father is back. that the man who gave him hope and support and company when he felt so crushingly lonely under the weight of losing his world is back, and that means chara isnt alone anymore. hes not hopeless. and he holds to that tiny hope as tight as he can

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: spending valentine's day alone, franco thinks he fallen in love at first sight. the only problem? the connection between you too is tied with an invisible string.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, coffee shop trope!, kind of a you belong with me vibe with the whole writing thing, lot's and lot's of yapping, very subtle red string/invisible string vibes – more fate vibes ig , technically not strangers to lovers but it is what it is, franco and reader are just the most adorable and talkative people ever, and last but not least, google translated spanish cus why not

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: franco colapinto x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.6k

𝐀/𝐍: the second fic of my series! not going to lie, this didn't turn out the way i wanted it to turn out. esp since it's technically my first franco fic but i had to pull through. maybe i'll edit this someday (or make a pt 2). 🤷🏽‍♀️ // as usual, poorly proofreaddddd

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Franco looked around him at his local coffee shop, suppressing the urge to look disgusted. It was Valentine’s Day and his favourite spot was littered with people in relationships. The ‘public display’ in PDA was truly well and alive.  

Franco, of course, as every year before this one, was spending Valentine’s alone. He wasn’t sure what it was. But none of his relationships lasted till then nor did they start around the holiday. It must’ve been some sort of curse. Because everyone else around him was happily all mushy and in love.  

Still, coffee was much needed. Especially on a day like this.   

Franco took a step forward, ordering his usual. While he preferred to have a cup of mate with someone he cherished, all the people close to him were out today. Leaving him all alone with his caffeine addiction.  

A server of the coffee shop cleared his throat, capturing Franco’s attention. “Señor, esa señora de ahí olvidó sus llaves y su café. ¿Le importaría dárselo mientras espera? Estamos un poco cortos de personal en este momento.” Sir, that lady over there forgot her keys and her coffee. Do you mind giving it to her while you wait? We are a little short-staffed right now. 

Franco nodded and smiled. “Sure. No problem.”  

He turned around with the cup of coffee and keys, trying to spot you and boy, did he. Franco almost stumbled into the person next to him. The world was slowing down for him as you played with a small child at a table.  

Franco watched quietly and carefully. He watched your hair fall around your face softly while you pulled faces with the kid, making him laugh. He could tell the kid was technically third-wheeling his parents. The child was probably feeling bored as hell.  

And then there you were. Playing with the kid, pretending to do some God-awful magic, and cracking jokes that would only ever make a child laugh.  

Franco could’ve sworn you were the most beautiful pattern of beauty he had ever seen. Your eyes sparkled as though they held the entire world in them. Your smile... a social service healing those around you, he was sure of it. Your laugh he only needed to hear once and it would play forever in head.  

He watched you bid the child goodbye, waving to the very last second. Franco couldn’t help but smile to himself as you took a seat and waited presumably for your coffee.  

He blinked, free hand searching his pockets. No marker. He turned to the cash register, spotting an idle marker pen. Smoothly, he picked up the marker and began writing on the outside of your cup as he held the lid of the marker in his mouth.  

Finishing his artwork, Franco stared at the cup and then you. If there was a God out there, now was the time to prove it to him.  

Franco took in a deep breath, pocketing the marker, and began walking over to your table. Gently, he placed down your cup of coffee and keys. “Sorry to startle you. But you forgot your keys over there with your coffee,” he murmured.  

You flickered your eyes up to him and this time Franco was a hundred percent sure – it was love at first sight.  

“Thank you,” you smiled softly, “Sorry for the hassle.” 

Franco shook his head. “Really, it’s no problem.” 

He could only pray that you had some sort of interest in him as he walked away to receive his own coffee.  

Please look at the cup, please look at the cup, please look at the cup– 

You peered at your cup, spotting all the extra ink written over it. A small smile formed as you read the writing.  

“If this coffee was as good as your smile, it’d be the best cup in town. Want to go out on a date sometime?” 

You looked up, meeting Franco’s blue eyes as he smiled, holding up his coffee as a kind gesture. Laughing softly, you mouthed, “When?” 

Franco furrowed his brows. “When what?” He mouthed back, raising his hands with a small shrug.  

You turned your cup to face him, finger tapping the word date. You raised your brows, jutting your chin to your coffee.  

Franco suppressed his wide smile, trying to maintain his composure. He opened his mouth and this time sound fell out. “How about now?” 

The corners of your mouth teetered up, begging to break into a smile. “Now?” You asked and he nodded, chest rising with hope.  

You stood up from your table, shoving your house keys in your pocket. Raising your hand, you beckoned for him to follow you as you walked out of the coffee shop. The loudness of Valentine’s moved from the store and into the streets. Balloons wavered off the streets, red and pink glittered every window of every retail outlet, and lovers were found per every inch of pavement.  

Franco walked alongside you, stretching out his hand. “Officially... I’m Franco.” 

You looked at his hand and then back at him. Grinning, you went to shake his hand only to pull back at the static shock flowing through your hands. You widened your eyes. “Sparks and all, huh Franco?” You teased, shaking his hand fully the time as you introduced yourself.  

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he commented, making your cheeks flush. 

“Please, I bet you say that to all the girls you give coffee cups to,” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.  

Franco took in a deep breath. “Well to be honest, I’ve never asked anyone out like that before.” 

You mulled over his words. “Hmm... well, if I’m also being honest, I’ve never accepted anyone’s date like that before either. Or anyone’s for that matter.” 

Franco paused in the street, making you widen your eyes. He blinked at you blankly, seriousness clouding his eyes as he processed the new information. “No one’s asked you out on a date before?” 

You shook your head meekly, tilting your head in confusion as his mouth fell open. “I am witnessing a crime... I am witnessing a crime,” he muttered to himself. 

This was ludicrous. How had no one ever asked you out before? Franco wasn’t sure about an Almighty but he was sure that if one did exist, God carved you specifically and sent you down here on Earth to put everyone to shame.  

“I honestly can’t tell if I should be happy or sad hearing this,” Franco stated, walking back to you with a small frown. “Didn’t you have any crushes growing up?” 

Your walk down the street resumed. “A few. But I never asked them out. And neither did they.” 

Franco was beginning to wonder if he should just rip his ears. “But why not? Anyone would be lucky to be even in the same room as you let alone ask you out.” 

You smiled at Franco’s seriousness. “Thank you,” you laughed, “I guess I was scared of rejection? I don’t know... I always thought it was just a silly crush, so... and besides, I’m not really good at talking to people.” 

Franco furrowed his brows as you both turned a corner. What on earth were you talking about? “But you’re talking to me just fine. And that kid in the coffee shop? He seemed pretty happy to talk to you.” 

You hummed, taking another sip of your coffee. “Kids are easy to placate. Not easy to talk too. And as for you... I don’t know. Something about you makes it easy to do so.” 

Franco reminded himself to breathe. He knew what you meant. It felt like he had known you for a while. “Where did you grow up?” 

“Here in Pilar,” you commented. “And then I moved when I turned seven.” 

Franco’s mouth fell open while his eyes widened. “Me too! Well, not the moving part. But I was born here in Pilar too!” 

A quiet laugh escaped your mouth. “Small world, huh?” 

He nodded as a strange tingle crawled up his back. “Yeah... something like that,” he smiled, supressing his confusion. He couldn’t really explain it. But it felt like there was something beyond you being born in the place as him. As though it wasn’t just a coincidence but something fateful.  

Franco shook his head, breaking his trance upon seeing the familiar sight of his local reserve. “Oh hey, you brought us to my favourite walk!” He cheered, immediately beaming at the sight.  

You blinked at the sight of his smile.  

So pretty...  

It was strange. What was this warm feeling in your chest? So familiar and yet so new. 

“Your favourite walk?” You asked after clearing your throat. “This is my favourite walk.” 

Franco raised his brows, surprised. “Is that so?” 

“Yep,” you stated, “I used to walk it all the time before I moved. I’m happy it didn’t change much when I came back. Especially that small bridge over the river. I love that one. I used to feed the ducks over there.” 

It was just before you had moved. You came to this walk almost every day with your mother as a six-year-old, with a bag of peas, seeds, and lettuce in your small hands. With all the excitement in the world, you would rush over to the bridge, finding a small group of ducks waiting for you. And then you’d spend the next thirty minutes tirelessly waving your hands with the food you had brought for them.  

Although... now that you were going down memory lane, you were pretty sure you had a friend you did it with. You couldn’t really remember who it was though.  

“You want to go to the bridge then?” Franco queried, breaking your trance.  

You smiled and nodded. “Sure.” 

By the time you arrived to the bridge, you had finished your coffees, putting them in a nearby bin. In that time, you had both enjoyed reminiscing small parts of the walk such as the seasonal flowers, the lopsided fencepost that never seemed to get fixed even as a child, and the bird fountain that ever seemed to get quite the attention from birds as it did kids. 

It was astonishing how many things you both remembered, although you supposed Franco had been here far longer than you have.  

“Here we are!” Franco cheered, waving his hands to welcome you the bridge.  

You laughed softly at the kids nearby who seemed to be slightly startled by Franco’s loudness.  

Franco watched you smile widely, taking in the bridge once again while you walked around. It was like you were trying to commit it to memory. Or as though you were trying to place a memory over it. Whatever it was... you looked beautiful. You weren’t just placed on this earth but the earth was made for you.  

“Does it look the same?” Franco queried, walking next to you as you both leaned over the bridge, watching river water trickle down a multitude of rocks.  

“Basically,” you affirmed, eyeing the tall grass surrounding the river’s edges. “It’s grown. But so have I.” 

Franco nodded slowly. He understood what you meant. In a sense nothing had changed. The river grew with the time, changing its landscape. For you, coming back to Pilar after so long, you had also grown. Coming back here was both jarring yet nostalgic.  

Franco let out a small exhale. “Did you come here every day when you were younger?” 

You grinned. “I practically lived here. I’d come with some food and there was this kid–” 

A yelp fell from your lips as the children nearby rushed past you, yelling “Ducklings!” 

The world began to tilt with your balance, leaving you attempting to grapple the air. Out of your peripheral, you could see Franco’s eyes widen, hands instantly reaching out to grab you.  

And just like that, the world was still. 

Your chest heaved with shock as you met Franco’s blue eyes, speechless. You think he asked you if you were okay but all you could think about was his hands on your waist. All you managed to do was nod.  

Franco slowly reeled you back up, eyes fixated on the familiar pendant hanging from your neck that had escaped from your small fall.  

“What’s wrong...” You trailed off, throat closing as Franco’s finger trailed the chain of your necklace, landing on the pendant.  

Wordlessly, his hand went to his neck, taking out another necklace. But not just any ordinary necklace. The same replica as your own.  

You furrowed your brows as realisation hit you. “We know each other.” 

Franco blinked in disbelief. “You’re... You’re the girl who used to live three houses down from me!” 

“And you’re the boy who fed ducks with me!” You retorted, mouth agape. 

Talk about a small world... 

You and Franco stayed silent for couple of seconds, trying process what you were just learning. What were the odds of you and Franco had known each other before he wrote on your coffee cup this morning? Probably higher than zero but it was weird that it had happened. 

You looked back at Franco when you heard him laugh. Raising a brow, you questioned why he was so joyful all of a sudden.  

“I knew things were beginning to get a bit too familiar,” he admitted, shaking his head with a small smile. 

You tilted your head, confusion pouring onto your face. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” Franco let out a small exhale, “Well I didn’t think about it too much when you said you moved. It was just strange. But then you brought us here. And then there were the ducks. And the way you looked at the place... and then the necklace.” 

A chuckle made its way past your lips. You remembered. “The one we begged our moms to buy on your birthday.” 

You smiled softly as a comfortable silence settled between the both of you. Looking at Franco briefly, you couldn’t help but think that meeting today at that coffee shop and forgetting your keys was fate. Who could’ve thought it would lead to series of coincidences such as your natural urge to bring him to this place.  

In some other strange way, your mind knew. You just had yet to piece together the puzzle.  

“You know what’s so funny though?” Franco queried, turning to face you.  

“What?” You asked. 

Franco grinned. “It’s so weird that we met today. On Valentine’s Day... because I asked you out on a date. I just remember having the biggest crush on you as kids. And now...” 

Your cheeks burned at his words. You remembered young Franco quite well. He was always so talkative, just as he was now. But around you, he seemed to forget how to speak. He’d just listen as you talked on and on.  

Right now, it seemed as those roles were reversed.  

“And now?” You queried, fingers tightening on the bridge’s railing.  

Franco stared at you for what felt like the longest second and took out the marker in his pocket. With his hand as his blank canvas, the marker began gliding on his skin. 

You waited for him, unsure of what to expect. You didn’t even really know what you wanted Franco to say. All you wanted to hear was that he wanted the same thing as you. Something more.  

Franco cleared his throat capturing his attention. A nervous smile washed over his face, clearly reaching his eyes. Slowly he turned his hand towards you, ink splotched all over it.  

“And now I wonder whether I can ask for a second date?”  

An almost relieved sigh fell from your lips, turning into a small quiet laugh. Reaching over, you grabbed the marker from him and began writing on your own hand.  

You smiled, showing your hand to him.  

“Of course! :)" 

Franco couldn’t help but grin. It was stupid but he loved it.  

It was just another thing he could now remember you by.  

Another thing that tied him to you. 

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 

[kesadoll]

♡ CWS MDNI 3.3k ♡ black!femreader, ex-athlete/mechanic!nanami little bit of an age gap {r: 19~20 || n: 25}, fondling, oral {f}, overstimulation, missionary, unprotected but his pull-out game strong, he’s a disrespectful gentleman & such a pleasure dom ♡, {petnames: baby, good girl, darlin' || she calls him ♡ kento/‘ento ♡}

♡ sum. geto's gone ghost, & your car needs some fixing up so you can start racing.... pt.1 ♡

kesa's note idk i need that BAD i think you can def read this without reading pt.1, but still go give it some love! thts where a lot of context is, but if u just here for daddymi I don't blame u babe♡ also here's what i imagine nanami with his lil accent sounding like asks & reblogs always welcome!

it had been a couple of months since you and geto had your little night together. just like you hoped it wouldn’t, it definitely turned out to be a one time thing. yuji and geto had a falling out over him finding out geto had been hanging out around sukuna, and that was that. no text message, no calls, not even a “let me show up at your house cause i see your brother’s car is gone.” you felt used and embarrassed to say the least, but the only person who knew anything of it was nobara, who told you there had to be a reason why, though she didnt think it was right herself. you tried not to think too much of it, still going with your brother to races, occasionally seeing geto who always tried to avoid eye contact with you. bitch.

it was a regular friday for you: wake up, go to class, go to your nail appointment if you had one (you did, opting for pink medium-length square nails), go to your hair appointment also if you needed it (this time you just got a wash and trim, letting your hair breathe), and running some other errands that depended on how much money you had in your pocket for that month. you wore your usual outfit for these types of days, a grey 2-piece set with a pink shirt underneath.

yuji, got you an early birthday present about a week back, and it was a car! now whether or not he did it to flex on geto and sukuna, you didn't know, but you were forever grateful regardless. the car was white and sleek on the outside, the inside pretty much being all back. the car coincidentally was a sports car as well, nobara pushing you to race with her even more. since you decided to promise her you’d race next weekend, you figured you should probably take the car to nanami so he can dope up your car like he’s done with pretty much everyone in your friend group.

you finally pulled into the driveway of nanami’s shop, watching as he began pulling a loop of chains that made the large garage door open. he kept them open until you pulled in, closing it once you were lined up with the car lift.

“nanamiii~” you said as you got out of the car, blinking a couple of times when he turned on the bright fluorescent lights. you watched intently as nanami looked over your car, making sure the tires were buckled before he elevated it enough so he could look under the hood of your car, no problem.

“hey miss y/n,” he spoke quite calmly, his sleepy southern drawl pulling at your heartstrings. this only highlighted the bags that you could see under his eyes, making you frown once you saw he still had a little bit of a limp from his old injury. 

nanami used to be a pretty damn good baseball player. from the ripe age of seven, he’d always had a passion for it. he got so good that by his sophomore and junior years of high school, he had colleges lining up waiting for him to commit to one of them. nanami had initially gone out of state to his home college down south, but during the last game of the season (which so happened to be a championship game), he tore his ACL and MCL, essentially meaning that he’d never run like he used to ever again. it was heartbreaking for everyone; even the enemy team felt bad for him, but it was even worse for nanami himself, vowing to never touch a baseball (or bat) ever again. 

he kept that promise, busying himself working on cars day and night. if he wasn’t working, he’d be at a bar, drinking and watching the games they’d throw up on the tv there. you knew how much it affected him, even 3 years later. “kento, if you’re hurting, i can reschedule; you know we’re all still worried about you.” you said gently as if to not set off a bomb. 

nanami shook his head, offering you the happiest-looking smile that he could muster, which really wasn't much. “i’m okay, y’know that y/n.” he unzipped his coveralls, letting them hang around his waist. you knew he liked to work like this, but it took your breath every time you saw him like this; his white wife beater perfectly hugged his soft muscles, his little silver chain with a baseball bat pendant decorating his broad chest, tattoos sprinkled across his body. 

“mhmm..well you let me know when you’re under the hood, m’kay? i wanna learn a thing or two so you can rest sometime,” you said as you turned, waving off his protests as you went into his office, sitting behind a desk with papers all over them.

you busied yourself scrolling on your phone, not realizing how much time passed until nanami walked in. “y’okay? i called for ya a lil’ while ago,” 

“oh! i’m sorry i got distracted.” you sat your phone down and got up, making your way outside.

“you still don’t have t’help, if i was really hurt you’d know.” he tried reassuring you again, following behind you and fixing his black gloves.

“mhmm, sure.” 

nanami led you over to the front of your car, popping the hood open and propping it up. he had you standing off to the side, handing him tools or dragging a box of parts over (of course he wouldn’t ask you if it was heavy, opting to go get it himself). he didn’t let you do much of the touching on the inside, especially not when you had your pretty nails and clothes on, the southern hospitality in him wasn’t going to let a pretty girl like you dirty yourself doing a man’s work. he already felt a certain kind of guilt watching you walk away from him, especially with how good your hips and ass looked in those pants of yours.

the two of you talked about plenty of things, though it was mostly nanami just listening to you go on and on about things he never thought would concern him before. shockingly, you even got him to open up about his little hometown that, from your understanding, was in the middle of nowhere. nothing was left undiscussed, even the situation with geto though you didn’t go into too much detail out of your own embarrassment. nanami seemed particularly disgruntled after you told him what geto did, so you thought changing the subject would be for the better.

despite not letting you do much of anything, he still made you feel like you were important. he explained to you what certain parts did and why he was modifying them for racing, and you tried to listen, you really did, but some too many thingamabobs and doohickeys did a lot of things for you to even remember their names. the only thing you really could focus on was that sweet accent of his, and the way his biceps flexed no matter what he did. you noticed the sweat in nanami’s hair, the way it made his buff arms shine, his wife-beater sticking to his body. “wanna take a break?” you asked sweetly, not wanting him to overwork himself, especially for your own sake.

“hm?” he looked up, resting his forearms on the car. “yeah, let me finish tightenin’ this n’ i’ll come sit down.”

you hummed, going back into the office, and washing your hands in the little kitchen area before grabbing yourself a water, nanami came in and took his work gloves off so he could wash his hands as well. he dried his hands on a white towel he had laying on one of the counters.

“here,” you gave nanami the water you had in your hand, making sure he had taken a sip before you bent back down in the fridge to grab another. what nanami didn't account for were your pants being kinda low waisted, so when you bent over he got a VIEWW of your lower back including those back dermals you’d gotten not too long ago.

he shook his head at those nasty thoughts that ran through his head, leaning against the counter with the water bottle already half empty by the time you turned around. “you uh, finally gon’ race?”

you nodded, tilting your head up at him, “mmm, yeah. i promised nobara i’d go to the next one, but i still don’t know. i just don’t wanna see geto you know?”

“if he shows up, he shows up. you have a bunch of people around you who want to see you race, not him.” he tossed the towel over his shower, taking another couple of chugs of his water. he closed his eyes, his pretty blonde lashes twitching ever so slightly with every swallow. 

“yeah?..” he was beautifully exhausted if it wasn’t already clear before. his sharp jaw was complemented by a growing 5’oclock shadow, something about it ignited something in you. who knew a sweaty, hardworking man would have you gawking like this, and reasonably so.

“always. all of us are excited for you, not just nobara,” he finally pulled his lips from his water bottle, his eyes now trained onto you. he caught you staring at him most definitely, a certain kind of smirk pulling at his lips that made your stomach flutter, “you can’t go lookin’ at me like that.”

“what? am i not supposed to look at someone when they’re talking to me?” you rolled your eyes playfully, looking away as to hide your smile, though it didn’t do much. 

“no no no, that’s not what that was and you know it.” nanami’s laugh was low, his large hand finding solace on your waist. “look at me.”

you shifted your weight subconsciously to minimize his touch, not because you didn’t like it, but the warmth of his hands sent sparks through your body. you crossed your arms to try and put on a tough front, lifting your eyes to meet his, “hm?”

he looked at you through low lids, those hazel eyes of his twinkling ever so slightly between his lashes. he just took a good look at you, jaw clenching while his eyes flipped between each one of yours then down at your lips..he licked his bottom lip to bring himself out of whatever trance your face put him in, “you’re jus’ really pretty n’ i can tell you got all done up before you got here, i jus’ d’know if i can keep bein’ a gentleman with you lookin’ at me like that.” 

you leaned just the teeniest bit closer to him. the way his pretty teeth shined, his canine so sharp you wondered how it felt against your neck. “well maybe that’s just what i need.” 

“y’not ready for that,” nanami’s eyebrow raised, thinking. he slowly stepped back from you then made his way around the room closing every blind and locking every door as you watched. once done, he stood back in front of you, those butterflies in your stomach stirring, “n’ i can prove it.”

 “so prove it.”

nanami’s lips met yours with haste. he lifted you like it was nothing, all of those years with baseball and cars not going to waste (bars?). whatever was on the counter he knocked off before his hands moved from your ass to your thighs, wrapping them around him. 

the way he kissed you was akin to a starving animal getting its first meal in a while, but his lips were so soft, he tasted so good, and the way his tongue twirled against yours?? it was something you’d experienced before, but not this good. you brought your hand up to his golden locks, one of his hands placed at your lower back to pull you closer to him. it wasn’t until he brought his other hand up to the back of your neck that you moaned, his lips pulling from yours with that smile of his, kissing down your neck. “so it’s here..” he said in between kisses. 

“kento..” your head fell right on back, giving him the answer he already knew. his lips and tongue twirled and danced against your flesh, the squeezing of your thighs around his waist only confirming his suspicions even more. 

he hummed in response to you, looking up once he finally pulled his mouth away, unzipping your jacket, “i hear you,” he pushed up your shirt over your breasts, revealing the cute white bra you had on underneath. the way you were already splayed out beneath him, pretty brown skin and shy eyes looking away from nanami’s. “you’re jus’ too pretty baby.”

nanami leaned back down and began kissing you again, this time those large hands of his toying with your breasts, hands sliding underneath your bra to toy with your nipples, the noise you made only fueling that ego of his that bubbled in his chest knowing he had you going crazy already. you couldn’t help yourself anymore, your hips grinding forward into him. 

“you need me that bad, darlin’?” he said against your lips, and you helplessly nodded in response. he licked at your bottom lip, moving his hands from your chest down to your bottoms and pulling them down and off with a quick yank. the cold of the counter made you hiss, but you were quickly distracted feeling lips press right above the waistband of your matching panties, “m’gonna fix it for you, jus’ be a good girl n’ relax for me.”

you did your damned hardest, but with the way he pushed your panties to the side and buried his face between your legs, it was hard. with his nose pushed up against your mound his tongue explored every inch of your cunt, lapping up any of your arousal that dared to grace his tongue. he said no words, only humming when you had a good grip on his hair, which he absolutely loved. the way you writhed against his tongue, especially when he sucked your clit up in his mouth, causing you to arch your back so deep you had to hold onto the counter, had nanami feeling full of himself. 

his lil ego was only boosted further when your moans drew out into a long whine when nanami began to tongue fuck you. “kento-!!! ohhhh my godd!~” your entire body tensed up as you came, but nanami never stopped. if anything it only made him keep going besides your babbling pleas for him to slow down, especially when his tongue curled. your next orgasm came just as quick as the last, this one causing tears to bead up at your lashline, thighs almost snapping closed around nanami’s head.

his hands had a firm grip on each of your thighs, making sure you didn’t crush him while you rode out your last orgasm on his tongue. once he pulled away you could finally relax, your breaths heavy, whimpers dripping in ecstasy. “m’sorry baby, she jus’ taste too good.” nanami’s eyes lingered on your pussy for just a moment, admiring how much it was twitching and how wet you were and it was all because of him. “c’mere.”

he got up off the floor, off his knees mind you, grabbing you by the back of your neck and pulling you back into another kiss. tasting both you and him off his tongue was something so nasty, but you loved it. “i need you.” you reached your hands under that wife beater of his, nails dragging down his chest and stomach. you could feel how nanami’s stomach tightened, followed by him untying his coveralls from his waist, and pulling his basketball shorts and boxers down simultaneously.

“yeah?” your words lit an already big fire inside nanami. you heard little lewd squelching noises as he rubbed his tip against your entrance, your brows furrowing once you felt his tip push inside you. “y’gonna take all this dick, baby?” he said with his face just inches away, watching your brain scramble to find words from you feeling so full off that spongey head of his.

when it took you a little too long for you to respond for his liking, putting a hand around your neck. he didn’t squeeze just yet, but he slid in some more, watching the way that your face contorted, your mouth helplessly falling open. “i asked you- fuck. i asked you a question darlin’..n’ you better answer or else i’m pullin’ right back out.”

“y-yes! m’gonna take it kentoimsorryplease-” you blurted out, mustering all the brainpower you had left just so he wouldn’t pull back out of you. it didn’t matter anyway because you felt how that man twitched inside you at your words, pushing himself in a slow, fluid motion just until your hips met. he had your legs thrown over his shoulders already…he was NOT playing around. 

“good fuckin’ girl..’ he cooed at you through gritted teeth. nanami waited until your body relaxed, at least the best that it could, his hips rolling with every slow thrust. you were choking on moans, only able to get out gasps while nanami rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumbs, to calm you before both hands were placed on your hips. he pulled you down onto him with every thrust and it drove you crazy. he was stretching you in ways you’d never been stretched, his dick reaching places so far back you thought he was in the base of your lungs.

those sweet moans you let out only drove him mad. nanami picked up the pace quite seamlessly, his eyes never leaving your face as yours closed. he was fucking you sooo good words weren’t an option for you, nor were they even a thought. the most you could do was let your pathetic moans fill the room as nanami threw praises at you left and right, loving the way your cunt squeeze around him and suck him up at every word. 

“haaah- gonna cum soo~”

you couldn’t even get that last word out. nanami was plowing into you at this point, a hand reaching down to rub circles into your clit. to say you were fucked out was an understatement. your eyes were now unfocused, mouth stayed open to make way for those slutty moans you were letting out. though your vision was blurred, and the only thing you could make out was nanami’s chain that danced with each thrust, you knew he was right there with you.

“cum f- shit- cum for me baby, please.”

something about that saying please, practically begging you with the way he repeated it under his breath multiple times afterward, pushed you over the edge quicker than the both of you expected, your cunt clamping down on nanami’s dick and causing his hips to stutter. he kept his thrusts going, helping you ride out your orgasm before he had to pull out quickly, finishing on your stomach and chest. 

“fuck-” he groaned, his hip bucking wildly while he fucked himself into his hand, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

“some gentleman you are,” you couldn’t help but giggle as you reached your arms up and wrapped them around him. 

“yeah,” he huffed against your neck and relaxed in your embrace. After some time he finally sat back up, pulling his pants back up before he grabbed that towel from earlier and wet it with some warm water to clean you up. “i know this s’ backward, but i’d like to take you to dinner t’morrow.”

“oh?” you tried to keep your laugh in, knowing it was tearing the poor man up inside. “of course! and i expect you to be on time, mister.”

“i’d never keep you waitin’, ever.”

orignal works by me ♡ reblogs welcome, do not steal/recreate..

exhusband!reiner next

[sylusvrse]

LEAST TO MOST LIKELY TO . . . get along ?

which of the love and deepspace men would get along if they met? ⸺ ㅤpurely interactions between lads love interests! no mentions of mc, so i’m avoiding the jealousy trope.

LEAST LIKELY TO

rafayel + xavier

it’s not that i think they won’t like each other. it’s just that rafayel needs someone to match his energy and challenge him, while xavier seems just okay with being passive when interacting with other people. rafayel needs his full attention while he’s ranting, so if xavier falls asleep, they’re done.

not to say xavier is dumb— he’s very intelligent when he wants to be, but he comes across as someone with a one track mind. i’m not sure he’d understand what rafayel is saying half the time, but he’s very polite and understanding about it.

sylus + caleb (pre farspace fleet)

outwardly, they would get along. they look like the perfect picture of brotherhood: an arm swung over the other’s shoulder and a loud promise to get drinks sometime.

in reality, they’re running background checks on each other the moment they’re out of the other’s earshot. sylus knew there was something darker beneath caleb’s charismatic gaze and caleb definitely picked up the fact sylus wasn’t telling him the full truth of his profession.

zayne + rafayel

zayne is a man very comfortable in his space. rafayel is a man very comfortable in zayne’s space. the artist thinks zayne is too uptight and tries to get him out of his office and have some fun, but the doctor is clearly not interested in that.

rafayel would never push it and make zayne uncomfortable. he’d simply except that the other man was happy with where he was. there’s no tension between them, but they just don’t compliment each other. no hard feelings.

MOST LIKELY TO

zayne + xavier

there’s a quiet understanding between them. zayne is a little concerned about xavier’s health if anything. obviously, they don’t become best friends, but they do get along.

i don’t think either of them are the greatest with expressing their feelings and neither of them are interested in talking about it. they recognize that in each other and find the most solace knowing that neither of them are expecting anything more from the other.

rafayel + sylus

two rich men with an appreciation for the finer things in life… they would 100% get along. rafayel wouldn’t judge sylus for the things he’s done— he’s probably done worse anyway.

i imagine they met at one of rafayel’s art exhibition and started talking. there’s something so refreshing about the way rafayel describes his art, much better than the suffocating corporate speak sylus is forced to hear every day.

sylus is invited to all of rafayel’s next exhibitions and and rafayel happens to be sylus’ occasional plus-one to auctions. they’re besties now sorry i don’t make the rules. i could talk about them forever

note: i didn’t include as many caleb pairings because his lore is genuinely so intertwined with the mc that i had a hard time coming up with any ideas. also, even the most sociable people like sylus or rafayel are perceptive enough to see there’s more beneath the surface. they notice that caleb is actually… kind of off putting? love caleb though!

obviously there are some more interactions i missed like zayne + sylus. they probably wouldn’t like each other, maybe they would, and i don’t know when it would make sense for them to meet… sylus gets a check up i guess <3 old men yaoi

[starvingnarcissistmusic]

I've had this drafted forever and I'm not entirely sure why I didn't post it. Oh well, better late than never!

MAL DU PAYS (the song) fun facts:

(Like the original post, spoilers for Act 5 ((and also 2hats)))

- Originally, after finishing the game, I wanted to write a song about Loop. They're one of my favorite parts of the game and I really loved their character, but I ended up scrapping that idea very early on, as I couldn’t really find a personal tie to anchor the song to me. While I did want to write a song about the game, I didn’t want to write something that didn’t resonate with me and my musical “mythos” in some way. It's a fan song, but it's also a Starving Narcissist song, and I felt it was important to strike that balance. MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) only got released because I felt that it was something that fit into the larger body of my works even without the context of the game. So in the end, I chose to write about Siffrin, as I found them a lot more personally relatable. The final version, lyrically, is almost like I’m using Siffrin as a vehicle to write about my own feelings. Some lyrics are his, some are mine, a few are both of us, it’s a weird sort of style I’ve never really written in before.

I do have some leftover lyrics from the scrapped Loop version, though!

“There’s a you you’ll never be, across the cosmic sea / Who has everything you wanted, now it’s everything you need; is it over yet?”

- I think originally the song had a lot more of an exhausted vibe, but with most of the stuff I write, the tempo usually gets faster the more I play it. At some point in the writing process the song channeled more of a manic energy than I had originally intended it to. Loud and shouty is kinda just my default lol.

(The first ever demo for the song, recorded September 15, 2024. Features some slightly altered lyrics!)

- The title was also subject to change! I think for a while I was going back and forth on just calling it Homesickness, mostly because I was a little nervous that my song’s name was technically a late game spoiler. Half the reason I wanted to even write the song was because I thought MAL DU PAYS would make a great song title though, so in the end I just sucked it up and went with my gut. The alternate title was also not set in stone, I think originally I was considering just calling it Mania or Paranoia, but I thought those would be a bit generic. Eventually, I settled on Monophobia, because I felt it was apt in describing the song as a whole. I write a lot about loneliness, and Siffrin is afraid of being alone, so it felt fitting to name the song after the fear of it. (And also, a bit more superficially, I thought Monophobia made a better song title.)

- The song is the only Starving Narcissist song on a nylon string guitar, and it's also the second song in a completely non-standard tuning (third if you count ITWYW?, but that's just a half step down from standard). MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) in DADF#BD, with a capo on 1.

- THIS SONG HAD SO MANY REVISIONS. I don't think I've ever had this many versions to a song ever. It got so bad that I made a specific folder just to hold all the different variations I had for the song. They're not all too different from each other, and they're all built on the same take of the song, but I was playing around with mixing and structuring and vocal layering and its a whole mess. Honestly, the fact that it's a song about a timeloop makes it probably the funniest song this could have happened to.

- And that's about it! To end off this little fun fact post, here's a little something I wrote for Genius (where lyrics for this song and all my others are posted! plus annotations I write! <3) about the song. The response to MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) has been pretty wild, and I'm glad it managed to resonate with people, even some who don't even know the game it's about.

That's all. While I guarantee this year will probably be slower for Starving Narcissist, rest assured that I am working on stuff, just very slowly. There's a very low chance I'll ever do something as flagrantly self indulgent as this song, but whatever I do end up doing, I hope you're around to see it.

In the meantime, stream the song on spotify! or buy it on bandcamp! or even just go watch the lyric video i made for it (please i spent like a week on this)!

Thanks for everything, see you later <333

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars And Time! tldr; i wrote a song about it. if you wanna skip all the gushing and just listen to it, click here. (spoilers for act 5) If not, behold this big rambly mess of a thing i wrote:

So funny story, I kind of wasn’t planning on releasing anything for the rest of the year. The album wore me out, and the only other idea I had sort of fell through, so I was content on just letting the album be the only thing of note I would make in 2024.

… and then, in September, I played a little RPG called In Stars And Time. beat the whole thing over the course of three days, then spent the next couple weeks ravenously consuming all the fan content I could get my hands on. my friends have been forced to stare at my siffrin pfp every day for two months straight at this point and frankly i think they are tired of me talking about it.

i love the art, i love the story, i love the music, i love the characters, i love the world. siffrin sort of immediately became one of my favorite protagonists like,, ever. and it definitely did not help that i am also a scrawny forgetful person who has to regularly fight off the part of my brain that convinces myself that All My Friends Secretly Hate Me.

I’ve never really been so called out by a character before. The spiraling, the deflection, and the agony of being a stranger to yourself. the yearning for something you cant even name, because how could you? you cant even find the words on your tongue. not being able to tell anyone how you feel because its just easier to live with it, easier to let it eat you from the inside out then to bother anybody else. its easier to keep the mask on, stick to your lines, let the show go on.

all that hit just a bit too close to home. so i did what I usually do When Things Hit and wrote about it.

(like i said, spoilers for Act 5; It’s pretty devoid of context but they’re spoilers nonetheless)

MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) is a song about cyclical burnout, self-estrangement, and homesickness. It’s half about Siffrin, half about me, but mostly it’s a rumination on loneliness and the hell that is the self.

Out now wherever you listen to music.

“How can you be homesick if nowhere is home?"

[the-vampire-library]

The Appeal of the Devil’s Minion

(Guess what? It’s not just Old Man Yaoi. Or is it?)

The Vampire Chronicles spoiler warning

Jokes aside, I was wondering why the side pairing became even more popular than the main one. In my opinion, the reasons are the following:

Old Man Daniel is the most relatable character. Not for everyone for sure, but for so many of us. The struggle of getting older, chronic illnesses are the issues anyone could experience and vampirism as a way to solve these issues seems appealing. Not only that, but Daniel is the ONLY character who wanted to be a vampire from the beginning. Lestat didn’t want to be a vampire at all. Armand wanted to be forever with his Master, and vampirism was a way to achieve it, but it wasn’t the eternal life he desired (I might be filling the gaps the show had with book knowledge). Louis wasn’t thinking clearly when he was turned so his turning wasn’t consensual. Claudia didn’t have a choice at all. Madeleine didn’t care about vampirism, she just wanted to be with Claudia, and it was dangerous for her to stay with Claudia as a human, because vampire companionship almost always involves drinking blood from each other both in vampire-vampire and in human-vampire companionships, and Claudia just can’t stop when she’s drinking. For Daniel, it’s different. He saw the Dark Gift as a way to avoid struggles of human life from the very beginning. And this is how many of us see vampirism – a promise of eternal life, and a promise of something more than a human life.

Pity for Armand. As much as you can hate him for his lies and betrayal, it’s not his fault he is the way he is. Sexual slavery is enough of a trauma, but then the years he spent with Marius who didn’t even want him for who he was. Marius already had the love of his life, Pandora, he just couldn’t be with her. And after that, Armand was kidnapped and tortured by the Roman coven, who killed Armand’s brothers in front of him. Marius abandoned him and (according to the books) very soon found a replacement for Amadeo – Bianca. Then years with the Roman coven where not only he had to worship Satan being a very religious person, but he saw vampires go crazy and throw themselves into the fire. It was never discussed in the show, but apparently, being a vampire does irreversible damage to the soul. Even if you were a normal person before turning, the constant need to kill, the act of feeding on humans cooks your brain. That’s why vampires need to rest from time to time – to go underground and hibernate. Armand never did it; he didn’t know it was an option. He was carrying the burden of all his kills all this time. Then Lestat, who adored Armand but didn’t want to be with him. I do not believe it was the way Armand told Daniel in s2ep3, because he didn’t tell Daniel at least about Gabriel and probably lied about members of the Paris coven who “went mad, ended themselves”. Because in the books HE killed them. But Armand and Lestat are certainly not normal about each other and Lestat’s reluctance to be with him hurts Armand. Then Louis who never wanted Armand for who he was. I believe they loved each other. They just spoiled everything with their behavior. After all of this, Armand deserves someone who will love him unconditionally for who he is, and it is Daniel. The freak he is, who loves not Armand’s beauty, but the frightening things about him. And that also makes Armand somewhat sympathetic. The idea of meeting someone who will love the darkest things about us.

The general “Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful”. Obviously, Eric is attractive at his 70+ y.o., we are not arguing about it here. But we all have our insecurities, and this idea that it is possible that someone will love us when we are old and burdened with issues makes Old Man Daniel even more relatable. Vampires don’t see humans the way we see them or the way we see each other. In the books when Lestat describes feeding on humans, it’s always about attraction. Vampires love their victims as their lovers when they drink their blood. I think it cooks the brain even more. Imagine loving every person you feed on and watching/feeling them die. Imagine that you have made a decision to kill only criminals. Now you have to love said criminal, see all their wrongdoings when you feed. (I wonder if they will elaborate on this in the show). And now you have a vampire who also loves you unconditionally, no matter how you look, no matter how much you failed in life. A vampire, who is more worried about your beautiful mind than anything else.

Can you think about a story more romantic? I can’t.

[theweatherinmyhead]

I have never appreciated metatags so much as I do now that I’m in the batman fandom. If I had to OR filter my searches for any possible fandom tag I’d read from it would take forever to do and possibly some literal research.

This is half an ao3 appreciation post (tag wranglers, i love you, you are the true heroes of this world), and half a psa for people who don’t know about OR searches or parent/metatags (there’s probably a better explanation for metatags, but this was my favorite of the ones i could find).

ao3 puts an incredible amount of work into making sure users have a lot of control over what works they do and do not want to find and i love them for it

[dailykeiji]

next selfship textpost dump when

next selfship textpost dump Now

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[sistersgrimm13writes]

I think the second most beautiful thing about Furiosa and Jack (the first, of course, being the "My Jack", "My Fury" scene that still hits me like a throat punch) is that they didn't try to shoehorn in a typical romance. They didn't try to force today's version of what a relationship looks like onto these two because it would have never worked.

They took Furiosa, a girl who lost everything so early, that had only been the object of powerful men, who was forced over and over and over again to relearn everything she knew at the behest of monsters dressed as leaders, and gave her the Praetorian Jack, a man in a position of power that never took anything from her at all.

Dementus took her mother, took her home, and took her voice from her under the guise of affection. She was not a person, but an appendage forcefully attached to him.

Immortan Joe, for as kindly (very loose definition of kindly) as he treated his wives, saw her as nothing more than a womb, an object that he could use to birth a boy to continue his iron rule over the Citadel. He took her personhood, her childhood, just as surely as Dementus did. They both kept her in a gilded cage that she had no hope of escaping.

Then, she became a boy, and she was still only an appendage in the great war machine of Joe. She worked with the War Boys and the Black Thumbs as a replaceable piece of his engine that would someday lose its function or die.

And when she finally, finally, gets a chance to escape, to try (and most likely fail) to go back to a home that she can't even be sure exists anymore, she loses that, too. Except, this time, the man who comes back for her doesn't offer her a cage but a key. He sees in her a picture of himself, someone who has learned to be savage by force and not by choice.

He gives her a place to learn to be a person again, gives her the tools and resources to survive, gives her the limited autonomy that his position of power brings, and eventually even gives her his own past without taking anything from her at all. He gives her all of this and then was completely willing to let her go, never presuming that he would be allowed to go with her, only wanting to help her get wherever that was. And when she chooses him, chooses to trust him with the peach pit, he looks absolutely gutted, like he never thought in his wildest dreams that she would.

Their relationship is ambiguous when you look at them through the lens of modern relationships, but it is so beautiful in the context of the world that they find themselves forced into because it is a relationship that they chose. It doesn't matter if they never kissed, or never said "I love you", because it was never about that. It was about choosing each other over and over again, trusting each other with their squishiest places, and knowing for a fact that they would never hurt each other.

Praetorian Jack was a mentor, a peer, and the only person that Furiosa had ever been allowed to choose and he chose her right back.

[lambmotifz]

am i the only one who doesn’t like normal/regular wincest au

because all the supernatural storylines are the main factor that makes their dynamic so special. wincest without horror elements just. isn’t wincest

[rogueddie]

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[hotasfahrenheit]

Yak and I are fake boyfriends. Yes, we started like that. But you know something? Yak is a huge green flag for me.

When I'm with Yak, I never question myself if I'm good enough. It's Yak who makes me realize how worthy I am.

Right now Yak is my peace of mind. I still don't understand why I wasted those eight years with you. Because right now, I really love myself when I'm with Yak.

Thank you, Yak, for coming into my life.

It's my pleasure. Alright then. Let's go home.

[Wandee Gooddday, 1.09]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

All I’m going to say I think now that my brain remembered part of what it was thinking is that Taylor and Joe went through a lot together (good and bad) and regardless of how it ended or what led to it they both seem to be determined to keep that private and not throw each other under the bus and in the end they’re just two very, very different people whose outlooks in the long term were just never going to align and never has that been clearer.

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?