#if o could redo so many things in my life i would

[crunchity-munchity]

AUGHH this damn shelf. I just want my things to look nice but nothing I try works. Being a crafty bitch is fun and games until you can't fit any of your damn art anywhere

Nobody read this

[theood]

No one prompted this but I wanted to talk MORE about my fl oc, Larkin Colt. So, I'm using @ahoy-hoyy's questions! Under a cut because I'm answering all of them on my own ^_^.

🦇 What is your OC’s Ambition, and have they achieved it?

Larkin's ambition was Light Fingers. He has achieved it, at a great cost. Larkin has a False Star of his very own, but he misses his child. He didn't want a child, but, in the midst of Parabola, when the child was still a babe, Larkin held him, and the attachment was quick.

Sometimes, Larkin just cries. He thinks how he could have done better. For the child, for his crew, for Clarabelle.

He still feels responsible. For everything bad that took place. Larkin doesn't like to talk about it, but... the orphanage and what he did still clings to him.

If he could though... oh. He would let out his anger onto Mr. Fires. That damn bat started it. It was his fault. And Poor Edward? Larkin cannot hear the name without snapping.

🗻Was your character born in the Neath; if so, how old are they? If not, why did they go there and how long have they been there?

Larkin was not born in the Neath! He was born on the surface, away from London entirely. He came to the Neath when he was hearing tantalizing rumors of a heist to end all heists. Something that would have him set for life, he just had to look into it.

Now, he's been in the Neath for at least 5 years. And my, what a wild time it's been. Still so new to the Neath if you ask some and yet... he feels as though he's been there longer.

(While I view Larkin as being in the Neath longer, I have been playing for 3 years! His character however easily fit into a role of someone who'd been in the Neath longer!)

📷 Share a picrew of your choice featuring your OC’s design! Actually, here's older art I drew of Larkin!

His design hasn't changed much. I always wanted him to have darker clothing. Red with golden accents. His outfit is supposed to be a black dress shirt (sleeves rolled up), red vest, slacks and or dress pants, a brass ring on his left hand, and a few various pins to symbolise various things. (At the time it was merely a bee pin).

I'd like to redo his outfit now, to incorporate more devil motifs as it's important to his character. This is afterall an older drawing. His cosmogone glasses aren't even here!

⚓️ Which faction is your OC closest to?

If it isn't already obvious from the bee pin, and the colors he wears, and the scar on his wrist, Larkin is closest to The Devils. This wasn't a hard decision from Larkin. Ever since he first came to the Neath, as a young man he found himself drawn to the Devils and their charms.

While many in London speak ill, or warn those of the Devils, Larkin either didn't hear or chose not too.

Larkin pledged his alliance very quickly. His closeness with the Devils has made more than one Londoner uncomfortable around him. Larkin does not take it personally. The Devils now have started to welcome him with smiles.

♟️ Is there a faction they are totally at odds with?

While many can say Londoners do not care for them, Larkin constantly finds himself sneering at The Constables, has a personal distaste for The Church, and Society depsite seeming to do well enough around them.

• The Constables: Larkin isn't one to follow the law. And since coming to the Neath he's only gotten better at criminal activities.

Larkin does not favor the Constables or their reign. Given the chance, he will lead them on wild chases that lead nowhere, or hinder them.

🗡️ What is their profession? Are they satisfied with it?

• The Church: When one is close to Hell, to Devils, of course he isn't going to be attending church on Sundays.

Personally, Larkin cannot entirely understand how religion continues on in the Neath. And while he can hold his tongue, he will not hesitate to voice his own opinions.

• Society: This is more personal, a learned dislike. Some of higher society like Larkin, but it depends on how they personally feel towards devils, or the matters of Hell.

🌹 Are they currently courting anyone? Or trying to?

Larkin is a glassman Silverer. Addressed ad such and everything.

Larkin is... the Parabola holds both good and bad. With a few days of talk from his devilish friends, Larkin become one for them. He's gathering what he can on The Fingerkings to aid the Devils.

And, it pays fine. The travels through mirriors almost came natural, and it feels like he was meant too but it doesn't mean Larkin enjoys it.

At times, the Parabola seems to drag him further into it, and he loses time.

He wouldn't change professions though. No matter what.

Also, worth mentioning, he is trained to be a Spirifer. He handles souls well, but never for his own personal gain. Always traded back to a devil.

No. Larkin, despite being in London for a while has not courted anyone. At a time though, there was a devil. If you get close enough, he may just let slip he still loves that devil.

🦑 Are they human?

Yes! Larkin is human. As human as someone who's become soulless can be.

☀️ If given the choice to return to the surface, would they?

🥼 Does your OC have a favorite in-game clothing item?

Oh, how Larkin longs to feel the warmth of the sun. To see the real stars, to feel grass, breath air that doesn't feel weighted.

But he cannot. Unless someone could offer him the thing he cannot afford. Larkin has died too many times in the city. He cannot ever return home.

And... even if he could. How could he leave his child? He would need someone to tell him it is okay.

Yes! His brass ring. He wears it always. To show his allegiance to the devils.

🌊 Have they been to Zee with their own ship?

🔥 Which menace causes the most problems for them? Which menace causes the least amount of problems for them?

Many times! Larkin, though he may not seem the type actually owns a Majestic Pleasure Yacht!

Larkin is not a captain though. And while he does fine at Zee, he doesn't feel at ease.

🎩 What clubs are your OC associated with?

Larkin is often plagued by Nightmares, and Scandal.

The nightmares are a natural occurrence for Londoners, but Larkin tends to wear himself thin, and often finds himself dreaming more frequently. He also just seems to find nightmareish things.

As for Scandal, well, *gestures*. He is a criminal, and not all too happy to confirm to society.

Depsite the criminal background, Larkin doesn't garner much Suspicion! Perhaps it's because he's better at thievery, and being unseen, or it's the connections but he often doesn't need to hide away.

At the moment, it's the Dilmun club. Larkin isn't much into clubs.

🛤️ Which one are you focusing on developing more than the other/s?

Larkin, as evident by all these answers. I do have another oc. Two, actually. Icarus Swallowfern, a not-so-human seeker, and Mr. Devilbone. A Master Of The Bazaar who deals in Souls and other infernal goods. Runs a shop frequented by devils and often those who come trying to learn more than they should really know.

🎟️ Have they written anything for the Shuttered Palace’s court?

Oh absolutely not. Larkin does not have the time or patience! He has much better things to do. And ugh, being kicked out was so not worth the hassle to get back in. Why bother?

🍏 Free Space: Ask Any Question

I'm going to use this to talk about Larkin's attachment to the city, and how he proceeds around London.

Larkin never meant to grow attached to tge city. But between thr Devils, and his ambition and many other things he has.

He never meant to stay, either. He was supposed to steal this diamond. But a month turned into 3, into a year into... death. Again and again. And his soul, and Clarabelle. Oh god, Clarabelle. His false child.

Larkin is tied to the city. For better or for worse. And oftentimes, Larkin feels incredibly alone. He fears for the future he most certainly doesn't have. The devils like him but... he isn't entirely stupid. More often he is used as a vessel for information, not viewed as a friend. Larkin cannot count true friends on two hands.

This brings me to his relationship with Mr. Fires. Larkin cares little about The Masters of The Bazaar, or what they do. He is not above stealing from the Bazaar or working to be an annoyance at best to them.

However, Mr. Fires? See, Mr. Fires claims to love the city. For that reason you'd think Larkin would take interest in Fires. But, he can't connect.

Larkin holds a grudge. A long standing one, for Fires involvement with his child. Larkin wnats to see Fires as something to look to for hope? safety? He doesn't know what, but Fires cannot provide it.

And because Larkin doesn't forgive, and because of Poor Edward, Larkin would rather kill Fires, than to negotiate. Let Mr. Fires feel his pain, the suffering he shouldered.

Larkin teeters often. Logically, Fires is not the only thing keeping the city alive. But Larkin knows unlike others, Fires doesn't want another city.

In the end, Larkin can only hope that maybe someone will remember him, when his time comes. Or that maybe, maybe, the Devils weren't lying and he does have a place with them, and he'll be okay.

[night-faye]

The special is cut into 4 episodes called: - a life time of mistakes - the plan man - rip and tear - better than we found it while s3's special was - this imperfect world - the corrupted king - time to be warriors - destiny fulfilled 17) "Yeah! Go, MK, go! Just try not to totally wreck up my stuff, would ya. Oh, right! The scroll!" He is SO cute and silly, and the way he remembers and turns back around perhaps I can squishing those round cheeks. Also "Lieutenant Monkey!" and the fist bump 🥺 that's his wittle monkey family do not separate he was so alone after being born. an endangered species. 18) "Oh, there's nothing mindless about me, friend. That's what you were pretending to be, right? To be my friend? To care about me? When really, you were just using me to get what you wanted! To turn me against my own mentor! Well, put your hand in the monkey cage and expect to get bit, son! Come on! Come on! Come on, Uncy Lion! You're the big hero, right?! Then prove it! Show me!" Macky....good on you for joining the Demon Bull Fam in giving up villainy quick because THIS is how savage MK can get. All of this could apply to you LOL. Gee, MK would get along perfectly with my OC. They snap the same way lmao. 19) Macky's smoke monster is probably like 100 feet smaller than Wukong's war form btw. We always joke about the size difference lol. And LOL at his face when Mei chomps him with her dragon he's all bug eyed. 20) Of course they had to kill Azure while smiling and of course they could only have Wukong be 😔 because he's witnessed so many of his friends die over the centuries. mourning has become second nature. at least they give us SOME kind of break. Wukong's face when Nezha hops in like yeah you got allies still left who care but LOL because he goes 🤨 when Nezha is "Yeah don't worry about it, Wukong. It's fine. I've got this." very sweet of you to care and reassure him, he doesn't got to do everything by himself, he's got people willing to hop in for him despite the history, BUT LMAO bc Wukong doesn't have time to be caught up in more feels, he's probably thinking "oh uh huh, sure you big immortal baby. press F for doubt."

21) I sped through this so much somewhere in these 4 seasons is Macky hiding scared behind Wukong and in this special, the screen slo-mo freezing on Wukong zipping by and Macky's shook expression like sure okay, stare at your super cool determined fierce friend heading into the fight with THAT look on your face. 22) Dwa when Macky steps in and everyone smiles that their domesticated emo villain monkey who probably watches anime is helping <3 <3 <3 AND WUKONGS SMILE WHEN MK IS OKAY. so sunshine and buttercups. 23) *Suspiciously eyes glowing blue flower and vines on the tree in Wukong's room and the weird thing that looks like a marked tomb.* and oh hey, role swap. Now Wukong is joining MK all by his lonesome. One of those moments that feels like the legend of the monkey king is taking back the narrative for things he's not even the main character for lol. just like in jttw. its so focused on him esp all the beginning chapters but Tripitaka is the MC XD 24) "Do you wish things would stay like this forever." "Pssh, where's the fun in that?" *looks at all the promises of forever you made to Macky.* uh huh. 25) BEACH EPISODE. of like 30 seconds for everyone else and 3 minutes of ShadowPeach. Macky and Wukong's clothes are taken from Goku and Vegeta bc they're based off the same legend lol. Wukong yelling about sunscreen to MK is so <3 <3 <3 they're Monkey Dad coding him LOL and its funny to see him talk about modern day products in general. 26) Lmao yes, it's your favorite shadow to block the sun 😉 "Ugh, it's you." "Cute, thanks for the invite by the way." "And thanks for showing up even though you were NOT invited." They always gotta talk like this, I UNDERSTAND the feeling of never being straight with it lol. But then they show what they mean through gestures like the peach popsicle! Like we're getting a redo of the squished peach from earlier ;) not fully perfect, a lil melted, but its a start. a peace offering and unlike last time its accepted also they are under the divorce tree! wonder who invited Macky or if he rlly just showed up LOL. I didn't take you for a beach kind of guy in hot pink but alright! I love his stressed tail flicking too 🥺 he is SO stressed he's not even looking at Wukong you can hear his *hmmm* in brooding thought. and asdfghjkl the way his brows furrow as he processes what Wukong just gave him 😭 "You know this is the calm before the storm...right?" So careful, cautious, it feels safer to ask now. It's like a redo of when he ignored you at the dinner. "Yeah, I know." love that trope of when everyone is goofy but you have the serious characters thinking about the future because they have special secret knowledge unknown to the rest but wanting to protect the joy of the present. "Wherever there's scheming, we can handle it." hello scheming reference but this time not applied to Macky and HELLO saying "we" and Macky being surprised over that. It was INTENTIONAL. 27) here are the storyboards! https://www.tumblr.com/chippedtoons/725767120520200192/faildads https://www.tumblr.com/chippedtoons/725766047465078784/nobody-fucking-tlak-to-me-right-now-pos

So consider me dead :)

(oh and I WILL be keeping your asks with all the links in my inbox so i can find them easilyz!! Bless you anon thank you very very much heheheheh)

[absainte]

dear internet,

today i did work.

cleared out a server full of old projects that will never be finished. started on a new one and had a deep think on what to do with all those random websites that i have: i'm still undecided if to redo them as they are or archivise and make new ones. it depends on what ends up being more convenient. unfortunately, i broke the aws instance when updating it (due to me not doing it for a very long while) ... oops.

on life front - i have myself a g o a l (tm) a few weeks ago and researched it to death, then moved onto assembling contacts and ... the project is over before it even started. accidentally, comically randomly, managed to accomplish it. i have always overanalysed everything and considered every option and every possibility but it turns out my random impulses are most trustworthy. my g o a l was being worked on by my brain long before i even established it, so all of my radom whims ended up a logical chain of events but everyone is smart in hindsight. not that i ever was clever, just lucky.

i still miss my old life, because habits die hard and i liked long walks by the sea that led me to asda or a very nice café on brighton marina. i wish i could see the dogs and ex's family and to be fair - maybe we all will eventually recover and remain good friends. as for ex himself - i sort of established what happened to him as he was dropping breadcrumbs on the trail - it is still a theory but it seems he ran off with his coworker (considering the man's job was immovable and he did move after raging at me for asking if ex ever made it to work) as a weird glitch via google shown me their calendar ages ago. i was nice and told them that it was unsecure, pretending that i had no clue who i was writing to. it still barely makes any sense but just before everything went down - they all went to a really weird event that was in a private house. the college never did that but back then i barely thought anything of it.

no clue if there even was an event, but i accidentally came across messages sent during it. my brain hardly recall the year before but i remember having had been uneasy without a reason. turns out, there was one that had been impossible to guess for me back then - ex was describing the house they all were in and ... it was literally my old house (forgotten until i had a heart failure). the architecture in south of england might slightly match it but the interior was very museum-like and illogical so nobody sane would have arranged their home this way. ex was really fascinated by a chessboard by the entryway, just at the front of the house and we had it there due to how the spot had the best lighting to play at any time of the day.

the thing is - ex never seen my old house. he had a talent of knowing things about me that i had forgotten and to be fair - i don't want answers to this, because i feel they would suck more than learning about them is worth.

and i'm trying to unsuck everything (erm ... yes ... marvell at my great pun!) which is a slow, weird and unfun process in a world full of misery and horror but i can finally settle and relax. life's never going to be easy nor is the world gonna be great nor but one can make a place for themselves.

poetic, innit?

sidenote: one thing that i'm unsure how to do is updating ex's friends and people that known him, because there no real update besides me learning he is not dead from the bith certificate archives. everything i written about was a theory while the facts are unchanged with him being missing-but-not-really (he did inform the police he is not, like many people that vanish) and nobody being able to reach him. so, i'll leave it as i stewed in all of this for far too long.

[justfangirlstuffs]

Now Until Forever

@saranootnoot So, Tumblr was a jerk and ate the ask you sent, so I'm posting it this way. Merry Christmas. (Note: this y/n is different from the one in EYEM)

You x vampire!Eclipse

You were done for. There was no way you were going to survive. You could almost feel your body going into shock. You hadn't expected to get violently mugged and left for dead, but then things like this usually happen when you least expect them, don't they? Now it was all you could do just to cling desperately to life wishing you could push some kind of redo button to prevent this.

It didn't seem fair. You'd just been living your life. Just existing. You hadn't been hurting anyone. Not significantly at least. You thought yourself a good and decent person. So, why was this happening to you? Were you being punished for something? Maybe someone or something had it out for you. Or maybe it was just all random chaos and you had rolled bad on the dice of life.

Sadness and regret washed over you. So many things you wouldn't get to do so many opportunities lost. You tried not to think that your life was wasted but you wondered if there was something you could have done to spend it more wisely. What scared you most was the idea of slipping away with no one there to ease your fears. You didn't want to die alone or at least you would have killed for some company in your last moments. Any company at all.

Somewhere in the cosmos your wish must have been heard, because you suddenly got the very real sense that you weren't alone. Your body gave a shudder that had nothing to do with the fact that you were losing way too much blood.

“I thought I caught the scent of death approaching.” A deep rich voice washed over you and it was both the most beautiful and the most soul quaking voice you had ever heard.

You looked up to see a towering figure that couldn't possibly have been human. A dark, round face surrounded by sunrays, burning amber eyes, and smile that set off an internal battle of wanting to pull closer and shrink away. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind for company, but at this point you weren't about to be choosy. What more could they do to you, after all? You opened your mouth to speak, to at least ask who they were, but all that left you was a weak groan.

The glowing eyes surveyed you. “You poor thing,” the voice crooned as the figure knelt over you. You found yourself absolutely eclipsed by his size. “You're not long for this world.”

Tell me something I don't know, you thought. The closer you were dragged to the end, the more you felt your metaphorical nails dragging along the concrete, desperate to delay the inevitable. It was a chore just o keep your head up at this point.

Thankfully, your newfound company was willing to help in that regard. Fingers brushed over your skin, cool and just as inhuman as the rest of them, as your head was held steady. “Do you want me to save you?” the stranger asked.

You stared at them in disbelief. Save you? Weren't you beyond saving at this point? Maybe if they'd found you sooner... As much as you wanted to believe, there was just no way. And yet, the very fact he was offering sparked hope within you.

“I can stop you from passing through death's door,” the figure said in alluring promise. “However, my service comes with a price. Pledge to serve me and I shall grant you life anew, a fresh chapter. Or stay here and let your story come to a close.”

You weren't sure what to make of this, and the continuous loss of blood was making it harder to think. There was a split second where your mind thought perhaps this wasn't the best idea. One of those things that sounded too good to be true, and who knew what 'serving' this person meant. However, the more raw and carnal part of you wanted to cling to life. This was your last chance, the final decision. If this is what it took, then you would gladly take the deal.

Summoning all your strength, you managed to wheeze out a single word. “Please.”

The smile lengthened and you saw a flash of sharp fangs. “There's a good little bird.”

You don't remember what all came next. You only remember arms picking up your limp body and carrying you to an unknown destination.

---

You awoke disoriented and confused. You weren't in your own bed like you were supposed to be. Instead, you were in a strange bed, in a strange room. Granted, a much nicer room than what you were used to. You tried to think back on what could have possibly led you to this strange place. Flashes of violence pervaded your mind, and you distinctly remembered the pain, the fear, the very real sense of the life leaving your body. Then someone showed up with the promise of saving you. Burning eyes that seemed to sear your core from within your mind's eye. Your knees wobbled and you had to steady yourself against the bed. Looking down at yourself, your clothes were different; clean and far better tailored than your usual attire. There was no trance of blood or filth on you. None of your old possessions were on you or nearby from the looks of things.

You needed to figure where you were. Find a phone. You exited the room and only just then noticed how dark it was. Must be the dead of night, yet you were able to see perfectly fine. Weird. You also felt strangely okay for someone who'd been bleeding out what felt like only moments before. How long have you been here? Were your family and friends worried about you? Suddenly a new fear cropped up, would you ever see them again?

“You're finally awake, little bird,” a voice drifted from behind, wrapping around you and causing you to stiffen. You turned to see a very familiar and memorable pair of amber eyes.

“Where am I?” you asked.

A soft chuckle preceded his next words. “Home.”

Maybe it was just the circumstances. Maybe you were still shaken by your experiencing. Maybe you were just so confused because nothing nothing was making sense. Regardless of the reasons, you turned and ran as fast as you could in the opposite direction. Everything around blurred and the wall rushed up to meet you so fast you smacked into it. You reeled for a moment, in a daze, but you recovered and rounded the corner, still running.

It happened again, the world suddenly blurring and snapping back, and you found you had covered an impossible distance. Not that it helped you much. The place was huge, an absolute maze. You had no idea where you were going. No idea if you were getting close to an exit or if you were just running yourself deeper into whatever labyrinth you were trapped in. You only knew that your body felt strange and alien. With every burst of impossible speed, you were getting more and more woozy.

You stopped to hunker down and catch your breath, taking cover behind a pillar. You were shaking and you took deep breaths, rubbing your hands over your face. Why did your skin feel so strange? Why did your teeth feel too big for your mouth?

“Oh, little bird, there's no sense in running.” The voice called out, and you could here footsteps, the rustling of fabric.

You held your breath, keeping very still, your heart seemed to thunder in your ears, but even that couldn't drown out the darkly sweet words that called to you.

“No matter where you go, I will find you.”

An overwhelming ache bloomed within you, and the words were both a horrifying threat and a tantalizing promise. You couldn't begin to parse why you were reacting this way. But you stayed quiet, and you stayed hidden, until the sounds of movement faded. Once quiet had settled, you peeked out from your hiding place and saw nothing and no one.

You breathed out and stood, turning to leave. Only to find yourself face to face with that burning gaze. You reflexively backed away, back slamming against the wall of the pillar.

“Did you enjoy the tour of your new home?” the stranger asked pleasantly, his smile amused.

“Please,” you said, though the following words were lost when he took your chin between his fingers.

“It seems your body took to the transition well. Excellent.”

You weren't sure why, but a bubble of happiness and thrill rose inside you. Suddenly, thoughts of running seemed far away and rather silly. Though, you reflexively tensed when you were grabbed by not one, not two, but four hands. For a moment you were engulfed in darkness so complete you thought you'd be consumed and lost to it forever, but then it cleared and you were back in the room you awoke in. Before you could so much as utter a thought, you were pulled close, flush against a body that was solid and unyielding.

“I mended your broken body,” he purred. “Now it's time for your payment.” Your body quaked within his grasp unable to fight or flee. His mouth lowered to your throat. “I'll start with this.”

A small cry escaped you as pain stabbed your neck. Then your body sagged as the most beautiful feeling in the world rushed over you. Suddenly you were reliving some of the best moments of your life. Moments that, once dulled by time, now shown with bright clarity. Moments when you were at your happiest, when the dark parts of the world were washed away and there was only joy and goodness and laughter. You relived those moments, experiencing every beautiful detail, every sensation. Moments that had been buried under the hardships and mundane of day-to-day life, now unearthed specifically for your pleasure.

Distantly very distantly you were aware of hands holding you, of a pressure at your throat, and of your hands clinging desperately to soft fabric. But those sensations were only secondary to the pure happiness and contentment that you felt. As soon as it had come it was sucked away and you found yourself sobbing into a pair of arms that held you upright.

“There now, little bird. You did well for your first time.”

The words were a soothing balm and you soaked in the praise, finding yourself wanting more of it, wanting desperately to please this person who had given you such an incredible gift. The one who saved you. You barely registered the fact that your legs were jelly, barely holding you upright, and you felt faint.

“Am I... gonna die?” you asked.

“Not without my say.” Hands cradled your face as those eyes burned into yours. “Until then, you'll serve me well, won't you?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“You're mine, from now until your last breath. Don't ever forget that.”

“I won't,” you promised.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I'm yours,” you murmured. “All yours. Forever.”

“Good.” The arms picked you up and placed you down into bed. “Now rest. I'll need you nice and healthy for what I have planned for you.”

You did as you were told and sank into the bed. Your limbs languid and your eyelids heavy. But one question still burned in your mind. “Who are you?”

“My name is Eclipse.” One of the hands that had so firmly held you, now gently stroked over your head. “Though, you can just call me 'master'.”

“Master Eclipse.” The words sounded natural and right as they left your lips.

Distantly you thought about your life and how much you were possibly losing. Yet the feeling of regret was distant and you didn't mourn your old life. Instead, you welcomed your new one. After all, you had a greater purpose now.

[tetsuwhore]

𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

Description: gentle period sex in the shower with Ushijima

Warning: explicit smut - period sex, one mention of blood (no explicit description), mirror sex

Notes: 1.3k words. this is the softer period sex fic for those of us who just need a lil comfort

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He could never say no to you.

Ushijima had plenty of experience with people who outright demanded things of him. Coach Washijou, who made the team spend arduous hours practicing, redoing their jump serves and spikes until their legs nearly gave out. His mother, who spent his entire life trying to fit him into a metaphorical societal box deemed acceptable for someone with the Ushijima name. They made demands - it was made clear that he didn’t have the option of choosing no for an answer.

But you, you demanded nothing of him. Nothing but his love. 

Well aware of his devotion to his sport, you understood how this meant that he would often be swamped with a busy schedule. You never complained, never asked him to give you more than he could. Nevertheless, Ushijima found himself wanting to do it anyway. 

Remembering you casually mention wanting to try out a particular cafe, he’d rush out of the gym the minute practice was over to take you there. A late night text from you saying that you missed him had him jogging to your apartment to stay the night, knowing full well that he’d have to wake up extra early the next morning to get ready in time for his workout. 

You never demanded anything of him, and yet, he found himself saying yes anyway.

And now, you’re standing in front of him, red-faced and refusing to maintain eye contact with him as you shyly tell him about the persistent ache in your abdomen, asking if he would ‘maybe… m-maybe be willing to help... r-relieve the cramps?’ Your voice is so small, he almost misses what you say. 

But when he finally comprehends what you mean, he has to refrain from laughing out loud. 

It baffles him how you think that he could actually look at you - nervously gnawing at your lip as you softly tell him you need him - and refuse.

He chooses to simply nod, allowing you to gently grasp his hand and lead him into the bathroom. He strips alongside you, silently shedding off each article of clothing before joining you under the steaming stream of water. For a moment, you remain still, eyes set on his before slowly trailing down to his lips. 

Ushijima waits patiently for you to step closer to him, allowing you to place his large hands on your hips before looping your own around his neck and pulling him down to meld your lips with his. He squeezes your hips appreciatively, reveling in the softness of your body against his hard muscle as you deepen the kiss, massaging his tongue with yours.

Pulling you closer, he feels you moan into his mouth as your chest presses against his, nipples rubbing up against his skin. 

(He remembers you mentioning them being particularly sore around this time, and is careful not to press up too hard.) 

He finds himself slowly losing his restraint upon hearing your soft moans, turning the languid kiss ravenous as he presses you harder against him. Pulling away, he begins trailing a searing line of kisses along your neck, alternating between lightly nipping the soft skin and then licking it soothingly. But then you’re whining for him to touch you properly, and he feels his arms move like clockwork, turning you around and wrapping across your waist so your back is pressed against his chest. 

You’re facing the bathroom mirror now. 

Bending down slightly, he presses his lips against the crook of your neck, eyes cast forward to watch your reflection. You’re squirming around in his grasp, but your eyes remain locked on the reflection of his free hand trailing down to reach between your legs. They’re almost hesitant when they graze your core, pressing experimentally, testing out how you’d react - he’s well aware of your heightened physical sensitivity during your period, and doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

He picks up on the light hitch of your breath as he applies more pressure to your clit, notices how it grows into a soft moan when he draws his fingers into a slow circle. He likes the sound. So, in an effort to draw out more of your voice, he does it again, And, again, and again, until you’re softly crying out for him. He sees that you��re still watching his movements intently, this time with your lips slightly parted, allowing you to release heavy exhales. 

(And more of those pretty noises.)

“T-Toshi, more pressure… please.”

You have a light hold on to his arm as you softly mumble your request, tone needier than earlier. Complying, he presses down harder, adjusting his strokes so the speed of his digits circling your clit increases ever so slightly. “Is this alright?” Ushijima questions, looking down at you this time in expectation of your reply. 

A slight smile presents itself on his face when you respond with a loud whimper - he takes that as approval. 

You’re squirming around more now, quickly growing restless as he continues the ministrations of his fingers, and he has to tighten the arm wrapped around your midriff to keep you in place. You tilt your head back to face him, eyes cast on his lips. He indulges you - even if only for a moment - capturing your soft lips in his, allowing you to curl up slightly and move against his mouth. 

But then he pulls away, gently nudging your head forward with his chin. “Look forward,” he instructs firmly, “I want you to watch.” Whether it’s the commanding tone of his voice, or the quickening movement of his fingers (he suspects that it’s a combination of both) you whine as you do what he asks. 

He chooses to ignore the mild sting of your nails digging into his arm as your grip grows tighter, focusing instead on making you feel good. You’re trembling now, body a shaky mess as he pushes you closer to the edge, and he has to practically hold you up to make sure your legs don’t give way. 

His gaze is scorching with intensity as his eyes remain locked on your contorted expressions. Nothing can tear his attention away from you now as he watches your lips fall open to allow the escape of sharp cries and whimpers. And then, tilting your head back to rest it against his chest, you release a final moan before turning around and slumping against his sturdy form. 

He allows you to rest your head against his broad chest, fingers brushing your wet hair in gentle strokes as you exhale heavily in an effort to placate your staggering breaths. Muscled arms remain wound tight around your limp frame, careful to hold you up as you attempt to shakily balance on your weak legs. 

“Y’know, Toshi, you don’t have to prep me when I’m on my period. I mean, with the blood…” you trail off, but he gets the gist. 

“I know. But I like making you feel good.” 

He’s slightly taken aback when you lift your head up to him and he catches a glimpse of your eyes. They’re sloping down in the corners, and hazed over with a glossy sheen. Your cheeks have taken on a reddish hue, and are you- wait, are you crying-

“Are you alright?” he questions, tone laced with concern as he wonders if he has perhaps overwhelmed you, or somehow made your cramps worse. Sniffling, you give him a slight nod, pressing a soft kiss on his firm chest. “You’re just so- so good to me, Toshi. But-”

Chuckling, Ushijima regards you with fond eyes and a gentle smile. He remains silent as you release the swollen swell of your bottom lip from between your teeth before peering up at him, waiting patiently as your saccharine voice whispers out one final request. 

“But is it o-okay if… Can we do it again? Please?” 

He never could say no to you. 

“As many times as you’d like, love. As many times as you’d like.”

[jarofstyles]

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Harry never imagined himself in a situation like this.

Pining after women wasn’t something he did often. They usually threw themselves at him and he either had his fun for the night, or rejected them. He didn’t think too much of their feelings, or their interests. He didnt hang on to their words as they spoke and write notes into his personal journal about things she likes and dislikes.

The list so far?

Likes:

-orange cats

-caramel coffee

-the summer rain smell

-the colors pink and yellow

-quesadillas

-crochet tote bags

-silk eye masks

-thrift stores (especially with shop cats)

Dislikes:

-chocolate orange flavor combination

-overcast days

-bowler hats

-the mailman (unknown reason)

-popcorn kernels

-in n’ out (bad experience, apparently.

She was overtaking his own personal life. Being his assistant, of course she would be more prompt to being deeper than more employees. But he couldn’t help but pick out red ties more often because she complimented him in the color. She had gotten him a refrigerator magnet in Ocean City when she went for a girls weekend, and it was the sole magnet in the small water fridge in his office. She left traces of herself in his life that he couldn’t possibly ignore.

The most invasive and troublesome being his sex life.

He was getting to the point where he couldn’t get off without thinking about her. About her voice, her touch, the smell. His tiny, filthy and shameful snippets of when she leaned on his desk and he had caught a nice glimpse of breast, or the couple times she had bent over and given him an eyeful of her tiny panties and ass… how her dress would cling to her or the time she had accidentally soaked her white shirt with her water bottle and given him a view of her braless chest by accident…

Yeah. Every time he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft of his cock, it was a fantasy of her. The best orgasms so far in his life, only to be rudely awoken by the fact it was all fantasy. So what the fuck was it going to be like if he got his hands on her?

Y/N, unbeknownst to him was in the same boat. Smitten with his snarky comments, his thoughtfulness not many saw, and god, his beautiful face. It wasn’t lost on her that his gentleness was only to her. She had seen him yell too many times at other people and as soon as she would walk in, his tone would soften when directed at her. She got away with a lot more than others did and it did make people… talk.

They talked all about how she must have slept her way into the job. Placed bets on how long it would take her to get fired for not dropping to her knees fast enough. And while it wasn’t everyone, she did overhear it enough to make her upset. Hell, she wished she was getting dicked down by her boss, bur she wasn’t! And they still had all of the nerve to say it just because she had managed to stick around longer than the others. Understandable, Burt hurtful.

Harry was stuck, really. He knew that he either had to ignore it or make a move. But still, he was unclear about if she was actually into him- or if it was just wishful thinking. She was so kind to everyone, and he really wasn’t warm and fuzzy. His feelings were probably a bit more obvious, he thinks, and she hasn’t made a move. Was it because there was no reciprocation, or because they were at work?

He would need to figure it out.

“Y/N?” He called out to her desk which was outside of his. Another thing that had changed was his door staying open during the day more often. He liked to hear if anyone came up and was flirting with her, if he was being totally honest with himself. He had caught it a few times and that unholy possessiveness reared it’s ugly head. Plus, it made it easier to call to her.

Y/N perked up, standing up and striding towards his door. Upon his instruction of closing the door and coming closer, she did. Her mind went to mush though, because he looked…. So fucking good. With his hair slightly messed up for once, his white button up a bit tighter than normal around his biceps… she felt weak and dazed simply looking at him. His powerful aura was so, so sexy.

“I need help with a project after hours.” He was winging it. Completely and utterly winging it. “I’m redoing my den area in my home… and I’d like you to help me do it. You’ve got design experience, yes?” He crossed his arms, trying to not stare too hard at anything other than her face. It was hard.

“Oh- I’m, yes? But I’m not too good, I just make those Pinterest boards like I showed you? I was just planning and-“

“Good. I liked when you showed me them. My home is very boring. Sterile. And I would like some more… character.” In reality, it was just going to make him go insane even more at home. Seeing her in his living space. Things she picks out in his living room. It was so stupidly dangerous for their professional relationship considering how close Harry was to jumping her bones, but he wanted time away from the office to see if he was imagining her flirtations.

She was overwhelmed by the offer, but couldn’t say no. Not when it gave her an excuse to see him… in potentially casual clothes, and feeding her nosy imagination for his house. Plus, she loved to decorate. What could go wrong?

“O-okay, sure. When would you like me to be doing this?” Her voice raised in pitch, showing her nerves slightly. Adorable. He loved getting reactions out of her.

“Some hours during the weekends. You will be compensated and fed, of course. And I will be with you. We will do the shopping wherever you see fit. But you know me. I am very particular, so I wish to be involved in this process. The most I can be.”

Weekends. Alone with his assistant that he wanted to make his own so badly that he had to clench his fists to avoid grabbing at times. The assistant that had been the main star of his fantasies, the assistant that made his palms sweat and heart race.

He was interested in seeing how it turned out.

[mlm-mod-taka]

I'm loving this blog alot!

If it's not to much can I request some (Seperate) Mondo, Kiyotaka, Yasuhiro and Leon X masc reader where the reader gets them a present? Not for a special occasion but just for fun!

GIVING THEM A PRESENT • hiro, leon, mondo, taka x masc reader

im so glad you like this blog! im really sorry if this work is shorter than my other ones, especially since you waited around two weeks for this to be finished. please feel free to contact me if you want me to redo it! /gen. i still hope you enjoy this!

tws/cws: negative tarot card readings.

|| -> mod taka <3

a very happy boy whenever you give him anything! you could give him a bracelet that doesn't fit him and he'd find a way to wear it at all times so he can properly appreciate it.

he gives you a free tarot card reading whenever you give him a gift. its a little awkward when the reading ends up coming up with something negative, though.

his favorite gifts are things that you made with your own hands, or things that involve his talent. yasuhiro is pretty much satisfied with anything, though.

never, ever throws away any of the gifts you give him. it doesn't matter how old it is, nothing can make him get rid of it. you could give him something useless and he would somehow find a way to put it to use.

tries his best to make it up to you and give you gifts with equal value. most of the time, he'll just get you a bunch of smaller gifts as time goes on, that when put together, is equal value to your present.

overall, appreciates anything you give him. it doesn't matter what it is, if its from his beloved s/o, then he'll keep it for as long as he possibly can.

thinks any gift is cool! he's sort of like hiro except he's a bit louder when you give him things. he'll practically flaunt the item you gave to him to all of his friends because he loves bragging about you! /pos

isn't exactly the best at taking care of your gifts though... he's a pretty clumsy person, so when he shows his friend group the gift you gave him, he's probably lost it atleast twice, and dropped it a minimum of five times. he's trying to be more careful though!

he really isn't all that fond of all the baseball related gifts he receives, so its nice to know that someone gives him stuff that he actually wants, and its someone he loves the most.

he isn't very good at gift giving, so when he tries to return the favor and give you a present, he ends up missing the mark quite a bit. you still put on a stiff smile, because he looks so happy and proud of himself. you can't make yourself hate someone as passionate and lovable as him.

he 100% keeps most of the gifts you get him, no matter what. whether or not you bought it or made it with your hands doesn't matter to him, he's just happy to get something! anything from you is amazing to him.

literally doesn't know how to react. in a positive way, though! not many people give gifts to mondo, and when they do he's already pretty flustered. but the love of his life giving him even the smallest present? he shuts down for a good few seconds.

just sort of stares at it for a few moments, then thanks you a bunch. its nice to know that someone would give gifts to someone big and intimidating like him.

while he does really enjoy gifts that are motorcycle related, the man would also adore more soft presents. you give him a pastel dog notepad that you thought was cute and reminded you of him? he is holding onto that gift for the rest of his life.

like leon, he definitely isn't the best at giving presents back. he tries his best to get you something that you'll like in his eyes, though most of the time it backfires.

he has to ask some of your other friends from your classes what you like beforehand if he plans to buy you a gift. but you really couldn't care less, you'd love whatever he gives you. and it goes the same way for him!

no! he will not accept a gift from you. its not for any negative reasons too, he just thinks that you have much better things to spend your time and/or money on. he doesn't want to burden your wallet or your schedule.

however, he gets you so many things. it almost seems a little unfair that he won't let you give him anything, but then turn around and hands you multiple school materials that he bought with his own hard earned money.

after a few more tries of desprately trying to get him to accept your presents, he finally gives in when you hand him a small stapler. the more you tried to give him bigger gifts, the stronger he declined. so, its best to give him little things that would be useful.

that stapler you give him, is the only stapler he uses until its broken, and takes great care of it too. he only lets you borrow that stapler, and has an extra one in his pencil case if anyone asks for one.

while it does take awhile to let him know that its okay to receive presents and he's worthy enough of it, when it does happen, its such a great feeling.

[crown-anon]

aah i thought of a req!!!!! could i maybe request one shots or hcs (separate) w dream, sapnap, n wilbur with a s/o (preferred he/him!!) who draws a whole lot,, n one day they catch him drawing him?? tysm :]

@ghcstbnr asked

gn i just realized i made a typo i meant cc catching reader drawing them- but ty again :)

of course! it's kind of long, sorry about that

I took a little creative liberty with the notion of "catching you drawing." also Sapnap's looks kind of long but it's also dialogue heavy. if you want me to redo it, I will. hope you like it 💗

& a note to everyone else, I don't write for Wilbur yet! I only write for the dream team at this time. sorry about that! this will probably change in the future, though, so look out 👀

CW: swearing

format: one-shot

people: dreamwastaken, Sapnap

pronouns: dreamwastaken's piece is ambiguous, Sapnap's piece uses he/him

edited 27 April 2021

—

dreamwastaken

since he doesn't use his camera, you find yourself with your boyfriend in the studio more often than not. when he's gaming casually, you play together, or one of you will cheer the other one on. when he's streaming, sometimes you interact with the viewers, or read donations for him; sometimes you just sit next to him, soaking up his energy and warmth. when he's working long days and long nights to edit videos, you're content with just relaxing together in the same space. at times you have to drag him out to the kitchen to eat, or help him to bed if he passes out, but…he's really cute when he's focused. (and you're starting to think he does it on purpose just so you can dote on him.)

today is a little different. he's recording for a manhunt that's meant to drop in a couple days. you're quiet, trying to avoid disrupting them. you're perched up on the loveseat, staring fondly at him across the room. he's so animated, the way his eyes shine when he talks to his friends, how he tears up when he laughs…

Patches mews at you from the arm of the couch, as if to say, disapprovingly, I cannot believe how sickeningly sweet your inner monologue is.

and you try to understand where she's coming from, you really do, but the sun's starting to set, and the gentle rays slotting through the blinds are shifting from white to gold.

he looks so divine, you decide. it's unfair. how could I not love him? he's seriously pretty. and before you can stop yourself, you're sketching him out on your tablet. you glance up at him fast to get the details right, and look away just as quickly. he never meets your eyes. soon your whole page is covered in little Clays, capturing the way he feels, the way he acts, the way you feel about him. Patches jumps off the chair, with all the moving. and before you know it, you've drawn up a whole page of concept art of your unfairly beautiful boyfriend. Patches was right about me, you muse to yourself.

fuck. Patches. the same Patches who's been meowing at you for the better part of an hour, now sitting patiently at the door? there's no way Clay didn't pick up on all that noise, you fret. but he's still playing, looking intense as ever. relief washes over you, replacing the guilt.

come here, girl, you think to yourself, knowing Patches wouldn't have even understood you if you spoke. sorry to keep you waiting. and you rise, slipping quietly out the door with his cat in your train.

—

you're coming back to the studio. Patches, fed and sated, is napping in another room. opening the door, you have to stop yourself, you freeze. your boyfriend's kneeling on the ground, sitting on his heels, right next to the door—you'd have hit him if it opened any further.

"baby, what are you…" the words die on your tongue.

my book. my sketchbook. my sketchbook full of drawings of him. shit, he's gonna think I'm such a simp! the embarrassment, the shame, the fear, it's overwhelming you.

you hear your voice break. "…what happened to recording…?"

"finished half an hour ago," he says simply.

and that was that. for the first time in ages, the silence hanging between you was thick and heavy with tension. you wait. and wait. and wait. you wait for the criticism, the hate, the argument that never comes.

suddenly, he seems content with what he's seen, when he looks up at you adoringly, and takes one of your hands, giving it a soft squeeze. "is that…me?"

you've lost your voice, all you can do is nod.

"you…you think I'm beautiful?" he glows.

ah, I suppose I did write that, somewhere in there. you look away. all the things I've said…

he brings your hand up to his lips and leaves kisses on your knuckles.

you sound small. "do I not tell you that enough?" you pause. "that you're beautiful? that I love you?"

and just like that, his nervousness dissolves into euphoria. you both start laughing at the same time.

"oh my god—" he wheezes. "—you're so sappy."

"only for you," you blurt out, and start laughing harder. but he quiets, he hesitates.

"only for me," he repeats.

you sink down onto the floor next to him. he's staring so fondly at you, you can't help but smile back.

"only for you," you affirm.

he rests his hands on your knees, pulling himself closer to you. he's so close to you, you can feel his blush. you let your eyes close, softly.

but the kiss never comes. instead, you're met with a "then what about all those drawings of Patches?"

laying on the floor, tangled up in each other, in hysterics, you distantly think I hope he remembered to leave the call from recording earlier.

—

over dinner, you meet his gaze, and he gives you that look. that stupid, handsome look; the one with the smile and the danger behind his eyes. he makes a point of pausing mid-bite, but it takes you a minute to notice that he's stopped eating.

"what's up, honey?" you ask, sounding a little more concerned than you should have been.

he shrugs dramatically. "oh, nothing…just figured you'd appreciate a muse." there it was. the teasing. you knew it would happen eventually. but the tone, it's kind, it's tempting; gentle, unlike a serious jab.

so all you do is roll your eyes, but you can't help the way your mouth quirks into a smile. "you're so dumb," you murmur with affection, and shake your head at nothing in particular.

Patches curls her tail around your ankle as she passes you by.

—

on the couch hours later for movie night, you're the last one up. Patches is curled up in Clay's lap, purring. Clay, in turn, sleeps soundly in your lap. (you think if he could purr, he would, but he settles for humming softly when you play with his hair.) you might think it's funny looking back on it later, but it feels so tender and vulnerable now. you like calm evenings like this one. Studio Ghibli plays quietly on the flatscreen; you don't know which one, you're not really paying attention anymore.

you're busy tracing the contours of Clay's skin, feeling more than seeing his shape in the dark room. mapping him out in your mind, learning his figure like you're seeing him for the first time again. you think you understand him a little bit better, every day you spend together. and with confidence, you make your first stroke, illuminated by the moon.

—

Sapnap

you only barely stop yourself from drawing a big "X" across your paper. exhale, and start erasing furiously. don't rip the paper—well, we didn't need that sheet anyway. ball it up and throw it at the dark, cobwebbed corner of the room. along with the rest of your mistakes.

you're trying. you're really trying. but those lips. his fucking lips. fuck.

your boyfriend smiles at the camera as he gets a donation with a sweet message on it. it should be so easy. he's right there. right here.

you check the time. it's been an hour. you've been trying, and miserably failing, to get his lips right for an entire hour. today, at least. you scoff at yourself, your misery, and pinch the bridge of your nose. it isn't fair.

his camera's on, and he's live, so you know you can't be in there with him. nobody knows you're together, and you don't want know what kind of backlash to expect if people found out. so you've been avoiding his streams…the whole room where he streams, really.

you've kept yourself busy by drawing. and you've cycled through many subjects in your life, and eventually, been able to draw whatever you put your mind to with enough time and effort. the problem is, your sights have been set on Sapnap, even for months before you got together. okay, maybe that isn't the problem. the actual problem is that you fucking suck at drawing him.

you get going, start it out, do an okay job, but midway through screw it all up somehow. to make things worse, your reference is his 2D image. he doesn't…know that you draw him. you're terrified to say. so you can't use the real life Sapnap as a reference, like you would prefer.

ugh, and this one's ruined too. you rip it up and throw it at your growing pile of paper balls, but being tiny confetti-sized pieces of paper, they don't make it very far. great, something else to clean up later, you huff at your own thoughts. it isn't fair.

—

"[name]?" he calls for you. you're one step ahead, already opening the door. you can't remember when you got here and decided to brood outside his room.

"hey, do you think you can—" he tears his eyes from his camera, his waiting audience, to look up at you expectantly. when he sees you he stops immediately, looking concerned, standing to meet you.

"what is it?" your voice is flat.

out of view of the camera, he mouths, are you okay? you only shrug and avert your eyes.

he falters, contemplates, sits back down at his desk and starts to talk to his viewers. "hey guys, I'm sorry for the short notice, but I gotta cut this stream short. my…" he glances at you for approval, only to see you motioning with your hands as if to say, no, don't.

(you yourself don't really know what for. no, don't end the stream for me? no, don't out us like this?)

he looks back. "…my friend…something came up with my friend. I have to take care of it. it's really important." you can tell he has trouble finding the right words. you can tell it throws him off, he's acting out of character for his internet personality. do you blame him? isn't this your fault? "sorry again. bye guys!"

the second he made the last click, he gets up and pulls you into a hug. it's unexpected, it knocks the wind out of you. you're certain he feels the tension.

"babe…what's wrong?" it's muffled by your neck and the sweater you're wearing. you just hold him, saying nothing.

he pulls away and holds you by the shoulders. "look at me. what's wrong?"

you feel all the more embarrassed. it's so silly to be upset about. "I…I…well, it's a lot."

he shakes his head, to say I'm not going anywhere, but his expression softens, his grip loosens. "do you want to talk about it?"

you sigh. "it started as 'I can't draw for shit', then it became 'why am I afraid of asking you for help?', and finally, worst of all, 'why the fuck can't we be seen together?' it isn't fair. it's never been fair. I'm sorry."

he thinks about it for a second. "okay, what makes you feel like we can't be seen together?"

"are you joking?" you snap. "we're two fucking boyfriends. in this society." he didn't look hurt by the outburst, but the guilt crept in anyway. "…I'm sorry."

he shakes his head, "do you really think I'd let that happen? I wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you, darling. remember that."

"I know, I know…" you don't know what to say. "it's easy to forget, I guess."

"what are you afraid to ask me for help about?"

"I…" shit, you guess you have to tell him. close your eyes, breathe, "I've been drawing you. trying to draw you. but I can't, it never turns out right."

you peek, and he's red in the face, stuttering. "me? you draw me? of all the hot people out there?"

you furrow your eyebrows at him. "don't give me that shit. you know you're cute."

he shakes his head incredulously. "are we talking about the same person here?"

"dude, your smile is literally the most radiant fucking force of nature I have ever seen."

"you're hot too! why are you coming after me?"

"I'm not 'coming after you', you're being defensive about your looks, when you shouldn't be! you're gorgeous, baby."

you're both giggling like girls at a sleepover, the anger and frustration long forgotten. now it's a war of who can be more grossly in-love with the other.

"what part of me," he manages between laughs. "are you having trouble drawing?"

"oh god," you groan, remembering yourself and your dilemma. "your lips."

"my fucking lips? you would think that—"

"no," you warn. "shut up. don't say it. don't you dare say it."

he leans in close, his hands have moved up to cup your face. you shiver.

"don't worry," he grins. "I won't."

the kiss is long and sweet, nothing like the ones you've shared in the past. he takes his time, you savor each other. you feel time stop ticking, you feel your heart stop beating, you feel the way he tilts his head. you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in. and when you part, you're breathing heavy, in tandem.

"thanks," you manage. "but I needed to see your lips, not kiss you into next saturday."

"nah," he laughs. "I think you needed that too."

you choose your words thoughtfully. "do you need me, too?"

he hums, and—

ding!

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you could die. you could really, seriously die.

the response is instant. you don't even see Sapnap move from you to the PC, flushed down to his neck, apologizing, apologizing, and apologizing again. "change of plans, guys, we're doing an art stream!"

the chat is filled with "huh?"s and "what?"s.

"huh? what?" you didn't have the time to process what just happened.

karljacobs: I thought we were doing a make-out-with-our-secret-boyfriends stream :(

he smiled warmly at you. "yeah. my lovely boyfriend is going to draw me! he's been wanting to for a really long time, and his art is really good. let's go get your stuff."

you're in so much shock that he makes it past you and out of the room, while you stand there waiting. after a pause much longer than you intended, you hurry after him.

—

down the hall, in your room, he's got your sketchbook tucked under his arm, closed. you're sure you left it open when you came out.

you only barely get the words out. "um, did you…go through it? please don't laugh."

your heart sinks when he laughs heartily, but he grabs your hand, resting it on your book, about to hand it off. but he holds you there for a second. "of course not. I respect your privacy." he ponders for a moment. "I respect you."

you can feel the sigh of relief when you let it out. "I…love you."

your holding your book now, as he moves to collect the boxes containing your pens and pencils and colors. he gets them all together, but before he picks them up to head back, he turns around to face you. "is this too much?"

you absently reach for a hand, tracing over the lines on his palms. and you think about it. am I okay? is this too much?

"I don't think so. not with you. I'm okay."

he moves to open the door and grab the rest of your things. "well then, let's not keep them waiting!"

—

edited 27 April 2021

[nootgi]

Hello it's me haha ehm, do you do imagines? I wanna request for Albedo; if it's ok, just a small fic of Klee catching her big brother kissing his S/O and Albebe is stumbling in his words trying to reason with Klee 😂 if it's ok-- *scurries awayy*

A little help please? - Albedo

A/N:// SORRY FOR THE WAIT, it was taking longer than expected to do other requests but, here ya go ^-^ one embarrassed and mortified Albedo comin your way

You couldn’t breathe. 

It was impossible, every intake seemed to be cut off with a harsh exhale. Your lungs began to burn, sides started to ache and tears rolled down your face. Albedo watched in dismay as you keeled over, laughing your ass off at him. He couldn’t believe you still had it in you to laugh for 20 MINUTES after what happened. Every moment you feel as though you calmed down you look at his flushed cheeks and it sends you back down into a flurry of giggles.

What happened 20 minutes earlier? Well it begins with Albedo sneaking into the library during his lunch break to visit you. He catches you off guard as he presses you between the bookshelf and his sturdy chest. He had you pinned between his two arms. The book you were holding falls out of your hand, landing on the floor with a thud but you two don’t pay any attention to it. Both of you are looking into each other’s eyes, one hand came down to intertwine his fingers in yours.

“What brings Mr Alchemist here?” You whisper, bringing up his hand to kiss it softly. 

“I missed seeing my precious dove.” The press of your lips against his hand bought that colour you loved seeing on his cheeks but that didn’t stop Albedo and that smoulder of his. It did turn your gears how easily he slipped into his flirt mode, how his body seemed more imposing with his relaxed posture. The small quirk of his lip brings it up into a barely visible smirk, only noticeable with how close he drew his face to yours. 

“Ah did you now? It didn’t seem like you did the way you left today.” You smile, playing along with his mood, leaning up to bump your foreheads together. Today morning when you awoke, Albedo was already leaving out of the door mumbling something to himself. He took his portion of breakfast along with your morning kiss.

“Forgive me dove.” His eyes slightly darkened at your words, as if taking offence to your doubt, you were his world and stars and he wouldn’t let you doubt that even as a joke. You raise your eyebrows at his change in mood, about to question what he is doing when the hand that was holding yours so delicately, came up to hold the back of your hair in a firm grip. The kiss started out soft, his lips parted to draw your tongue in and dance along with his. Gradually the passion increased, causing you to lose yourself in the kiss. You felt your balance leaving you so you wrapped your arms around his neck, his arm that rested on the bookshelf moved to band around your waist. You let out a whine when Albedo pulled back to move his head down your neck and move his wet lips to drag lightly over your collarbone.

“You see dove I had something,” between each word was a swipe of his tongue against your most sensitive spot, every puff of his hot breath sent tingles down your spine and goosebumps to flourish everywhere, “To attend to for-”

“ALBEDO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO (Y/N)!?”

“KLEE!?” 

Klee had escaped from solitary confinement with the secret help of Kaeya! She had a secret mission of infiltrating the library to recover her story book that Lisa confiscated from her. It was very important that she got it back, it had all her survival tips and treasure maps! She made sure that Miss Lisa was gone to lunch with Miss Jean before sneaking into the library, the knights that stood guard turned a blind eye to the small girl since they knew she had no explosives. Upon entering she heard a small thud, her active imagination put her on high alert so she ran over to see what was wrong. As she was about to rush over, she remembered that Kaeya said stealth was key in these types of situations. It took Klee a while and a few bumps to quietly sneak down the stairs and cross the squeaky floorboards in the library. When she turned the corner she wasn’t expecting to see big brother Albedo and (Y/N). The two of you instantly separated, you turning away from Klee to recompose yourself. Redoing the buttons that got undone in that rush and fixing your hair as Albedo was silent. Klee stared Albedo down with her arms crossed and an unusual angry look, Albedo just stared back. It was like that for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and turned back around, stifling a laugh at the scene in front of you.

“Albedo what were you doing to them!?” She stomped her little legs over to take your hand and drag you away from Albedo. Putting herself between the two of you as to protect you from him and his mouth. Albedo’s eyes, comically wide, glance to yours to plead for help but you just shrug with a face splitting smile. 

“Y-you’re misunderstanding Klee.” The confident Albedo you knew a few minutes ago was gone and in his place was his blubbering embarrassed self. It wasn’t often you saw this side with Albedo so you savoured every second of it. You knew you could help but why waste such a good opportunity. 

“You always told me seeing is believing! I should trust what I saw and not your words!” You swear you were gonna have jaws of steel with how hard you're clenching them right now. 

“Well- uh you see Klee, me and (Y/N) were…” Albedo never thought his science tips would bite him in the ass this hard. “Kissing.” Honesty is the best policy? 

“I saw kisses in my story books! That was not kissing!!” Right, Albedo forgot Klee had some picture story books about love stories and all kinds of fluff. You could see the blood draining from Albedo’s face as his hands flapped about trying to make up an excuse. And honestly…

“When two people love each other…” It became harder to listen to. 

“Big brother Albedo deserves to be in solitary confinement! Klee goes there when she hurts people so Albedo goes there too.” She reaches her final verdict, her hat bouncing as she does a satisfied nod. By this moment, Albedo’s puffy hair is flattened from how many times he nervously ran his fingers through it and you were holding onto a bookshelf for support to hold in your laughter. 

“How will you be getting Albedo in there Klee?” You ask after composing yourself a little with some deep breaths, ignoring Albedo’s betrayed look. 

“Miss Jean will after I tell her!” Albedo has never been more at loss in his life, he was so used to being able to find an answer to everything or at least be on the right path. But with this, where was he to go. Every route was a dead end and his precious dove, his lifeline, left him stranded. Well there was one thing he could do.

“A little help ple-” His voice cracked. As did the dam holding back your laughter.

You sent Klee off, reassuring her that you were okay and could punish Albedo yourself. The two of you stood in by the table, listening to her grab her book and leave the library before turning to each other. Albedo looked worse than he did after a long night in the lab, hair messy, eyes bloodshot and dry from how wide and unblinking they were moments before. He made sure to clear his throat before speaking to you however when he caught your eye, you were back into your fit of giggles. 

All he wanted was to get his missing morning kiss and instead got a lifetime of embarrassment and a suspicious pat on the back from Kaeya.

[himbo-only-zone]

byakuya, mondo, kazuichi, and sonia with a s/o who had a bad day

Hi! This is my first post. It's not something I'm too proud of, looking back as I'm redoing my profile. Doing a little message so it matches everything else. Bye bye!

- Mod Anna

BYAKUYA TOGAMI.

Byakuya walked into your dorm room, checking on you for the first time today. He'd been so caught up with work that he hadn't been able to spend as much time as he wanted to with you. So, when opened the door to see you crying, he was a bit stunned.

The male planned out his next movements, staring at your figure. You were hunched over on the edge of the bed, crying into your hands. You didn't even notice that he came in.

He slowly sat beside you, taking your hands off of your face. He cupped your cheeks, wiping away your tears carefully. You instinctively leaned into them, feeling your heartbeat slow a little. The stress was starting to leave your body.

The heir then sat at your headboard, pulling you onto his lap. He stroked your hair and whispered sweet nothings to you, his sole focus being you. He wasn't going to let go of you for a second.

“Don't worry, your prince is here to save you. Just listen to my heartbeat and you'll be okay...”

MONDO OWADA.

Mondo hasn't been too available recently. Due to his many, many delinquent activities, he's been suffering in detention, much to your dismay. You had probably had the roughest week of your life, and the fact that he wasn't there with you, it hurt.

However, the gang leader had an instinct that something was wrong. So today, he snuck out. He came crawling through the window of your room, fully expecting to be rewarded with a hug, but that wasn't the case. You were curled up under the covers, shaking with sobs.

He was by your side in seconds, carefully peeling the blanket off of your head. He would've pulled you to his chest if you didn't lay your head on his thigh, using it as a pillow. He leaned down and pressed careful kisses all over your face, making sure to make the tears go away.

He then took your hand in his, squeezing it. He wanted you to know that he wouldn't be gone any longer. He would be right by your side.

“No more cryin', okay? I wanna see you happy, and I'd do anything to make you smile. Anything.”

KAZUICHI SOUDA.

Kazuichi didn't even realize he had been cooped up in his room all day. He was making a lamp for you, because your other one broke a few weeks ago. He had finally put on the finishing touches when he walked into your room, his shark-toothed grin on full desplay.

However, when he saw you sitting in the middle of the floor on your knees, along with the tears streaming down your cheeks, he knew something wasn't right. He sat the gift back down on your bed before getting on his knees in front of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed all over your face, which made you succomb to giggling.

He didn't ask what was wrong, because he knew that would probably bring you to tears again. He knew that you needed a distraction. So he jumped up, showing you the lamp that he had made. He seemingly had stars in his eyes, showing off his creation.

“Look at the lamp I made ya! I know it doesn't make the pain go away, but it helps a little knowing that I'm lookin' after ya, right?”

SONIA NEVERMIND.

You and Sonia agreed to meet up that night, but you cancelled on short notice. The princess knew that it wasn't in character for you to do so, and she was worried. The girl made her way towards your room and opened the door, seeing your head laying on the desk in a puddle of tears.

She gently started to massage your shoulders, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. When you turned around to greet her, she carefully sat down on your lap and wiped your tears. She then hugged you, whispering soft, encouraging words to you.

You apologized for cancelling on her, to which she simply dismissed your words. She knew that you were going through some things, and they could always reschedule for another night. She just wanted to make you feel better.

“Focus on me, okay? You're safe. Don't worry about disappointing me, because you could never.”

[potatotrash0]

i saw seven deadly sins au and went !!!!!!!!!!! this stuff is my weakness. ty long au anon ily <3 /p

anonymous said:

Hi this is that same anon that keeps making long au plots. Here's a seven deadly sins/Demon au where Nagito is the sin of envy, Hajime is the sin of Greed, and Chiaki is the sin of sloth. They are a horrible trio.

-Hajime, as a demon of Greed, really loves finding and hoarding extravagant and pretty things, whether they are his or not.

-Yes Nagito and Chiaki are both apart of his collection. He stole two other demons because "pretty”

-Nanami stayed because not only is she always sleeping and Hajime's cozy little place is nice, but because friend <3

-Nagito stayed because he's lonely, bored, petty, and wanted the pretty boy who called him pretty before sweeping him off his feet's,,attention.

-oh lore time. Hell is a lawless place but there is still a semblance of order between groups of sins. Sins are kind of like their Own species. There's a certain chart of what sin is compatible with what sin, and it's agreed by every sin never to put a demon of envy and a demon of Greed together.

-this is because both envy and Greed as sins are too similar together. Both sins ambitions and motives to get something stem from their desires of want. The difference is envy ways something of someone else, while greed wants anything it can get.

-the problem at first was that Hajime's instinct pulled him to take anything he wanted as his, while Nagito only wanted Hajime (and Chiaki) as his. And he didn't like Hajime's want for others.

-Nagito has nothing against chiaki, even as a demon of envy. This is because demons of sloths are usually considered "neutral" or tolerable territory between all the sins. At first Nagito thought he would have to be competitive to get Hajime's attention but then one time Chiaki and Hajime got into a verbal disagreement and Chiaki went, "friendship over with Hajime, Nagito is my best friend now" And then fell asleep on him.

-Hajime would've gotten annoyed because, greedy, but then he sees Nagito moved to tears at being called a friend and he's like, "IIl let them have that, this time." And then moved closer so they all cuddled.

-of course nagito was in the middle and got stuck between a demon of sloth and Greed as pillow. Tug o war with Nagito's body never became so intense.

-Nagito, is still very petty when he thinks something else has taken away both his partner's interest in him, so he will become very passive aggressive. Usually that was a problem in the past but it has gotten easier knowing that you can buy his forgiveness through physical affection.

-oh did I mention they're all lovers? They keep calling each other "best friend" or "friend" despite sharing romantic intimacy because that's what they started out as and they're just inseparable from each other. They just love each other alot regardless of platonic or romantic feelings. They just want to be a starring role in the other's heart ❤️

-their lives are a bit different than canon, especially since the era they died in is not modern day.

-Chiaki was born normal/middle class until a war or invasion broke out. The city was one of thr firsts to get hit hard by invading forces, and her parents, who were respectable bakers/market people were hit hard. Her town was raided at night constantly and threatened. The bakery was constantly stolen from and vandalized. Many of the sleepless nights stayed with her as she sat with her parents and they held her in their arms. One night her parents got caught in the crossfire in the bakery while it was vandalized, and with no siblings and no neighbors, sleep deprived and tired of it all, chiaki decided she'd at least go with a struggle. She poisoned the invaders supply of food for nights on end until the sleep deprivation got to her and she was dead before they could get to her. Now though she gets to sleep all she wants.

-Hajime was the child of a corrupt father and a diseased mother, who didnt/wouldn't give him the attention he craved. When his mother died she only managed to hide her one belonging (a necklace) and gave it to him before she died. His father sold him everything else. His father wasn't abusive, per say, but he took pride in seeing himself in Hajime, and constantly hyped up his "love" for Hajime when he showed the same ambitions as him, while downplaying anything else he deemed unworthy (his mother's kind hearted temperament). So while Hajime still retained his mother's sense of being fair and caring, the ambition to take everything got pounded into him by his father constantly until both of them got a bit blurry. Sad thing is his father loved money more than him and when the angry people who his father scammed burnt his house down, he couldn't care less about his kid and ran with the valuables, leaving Hajime to die in the fire.

-Nagito grew up with a mother who was a seamstress, who was unhappily married and forced to have a child she didnt want and her husband didn't help her raise him, instead he cheated on her behind her back. While she never hurt him, she was emotionally detached from the trauma and pain, and couldn't give him the love he needed as a kid. She instead, tried (and actually managed to achive) some sort of loving emotional bond with her kid through tailoring. Idk how he dies but I was imagining something happens and he and his mother die, and while his mother dies in peace, he dies in envy of another family his father has built and how happy he is.

-(While Hajime's sin might have festered as he grew because of his father, Nagito might have been born sharing the sin of envy with his mother, who envied people being able to live their life. )

-(also yes, I did get these backstories referencing vocaloid songs)

-idk that shit got depressing fast I'm sorry. I can say now though they are happy Imao.

-oh Oh, they also have fun picking a single human and then tormenting them. I don't mean tormenting them as in making their life miserable, but tormenting them by making it very inconvenient and wild. Currently the human they're bullying is Kazuichi.

lmaooo kazuichi............babe i am so sorry you’re getting triple teamed by three demons dksnxksnx he’s probably perpetually in the *clutches beanie in fear* pose—

also!!!!! sin of envy nagito!!!!!! so pog??? i actually have hajime down as the sin of envy for my own 7DS au but.............*looks intensely*

also also i can just see chiaki monopolizing all of hajime’s comfy furniture lmao. he’s a little annoyed bc “that’s mine >:T” but also he’s not very inclined to stop her bc she usually just makes grabby hands to signal for hugs, so he gets to use the couch anyway. it’s all good <3

also i do indeed see the vocaloid references and my mind is running wild bc enbizaka my beloved <3 i still wanna redo the written version of it at some point........

[chessdaze]

@khoc-week ⭐ Day 1 - 8/1 

◾ Reference Sheet 

I actually drew one for Sid last year but I decided to update it. His design overall hasn’t changed it’s mostly my style that has - and the quality of my work so I’m glad I was able to redo him for this year. I really want people to get to know him properly this time. 

I’ll repost the original world lore and his background below, but I also want to answer the prompt question In character so here’s that:

◾ How would your character describe themselves?

“Eh, what kinda question is that?” Sid raises an eyebrow, but it’s barely noticeable over his large round sunglasses. “I dunno, smart, stubborn, and uhhhh tough?” There’s a pause. “I was one o’ the only kids t’ even go t’ school back in the city, and Helio and Mari never fuckin’ give me a moment t’ breathe without telling me o’ my stubbornness. As for tough, well, the muscles ain’t for show, I guess.”

“What ya askin’ me this for anyhow? I got work t’ be doin’, these houses won’t build themselves.” 

Now for world info and sid’s bio:

the world trapped in a desert

The Basics

Cindergate is a city that has seemingly seen disasters, parts of the city are being rebuilt and other parts completely abandoned and falling apart. It’s cut off from the vast desert around it by a large, also crumbling, gate. The city has a mix of technology, though seems to shun anything too ‘high tech’.

The city has a population of tough individuals who know how to survive in harsh conditions. Most of the population in this world are human, with occasional animals who can also survive the harsh sun and heat. These people are ruled over by one family - who govern and help make and enforce laws. Because of this the head of the family is often referred to as ‘sheriff’. The family keeps laws strict in the town. There is one law in particular that the sheriff is always eager to punish those for breaking-

The Keyblade Wielder Ban

The people of Cindergate are aware of the keyblade, heartless, the worlds, etc - however they consider Keyblade wielders evil, no matter who they are or what their motivations may be. They believe that the wielders are dragging darkness into the world and are the reason so many heartless live in the desert that surrounds the city. The city has to constantly beat the heartless back, and are the reason why a good portion of the city has been abandoned or is always needing to be rebuilt.

It has been the tradition of the world for a while that if a wielder is found, they are to be branded as a traitor to the city - both metaphorically and literally. After a trial to determine if someone is a wielder or not - they are branded with a mark in the shape of a keyhole. Then they are dragged through the city and out to the gates that surround it. The wielders are then exiled, pushed out to the near lifeless desert. The people of the city will often attack them with weapons or throw objects at them to make sure they don’t try to run back into the city. They consider the wielders ‘sacrifices’ to the heartless to keep them at bay.

At times the heartless in the desert will get the better of the wielders with no training. Those who manage to survive their first day and night have the chance to come across a safehaven made by wielders in the reaches of the desert and on the edges of a canyon.

Landscape.

The city is the mix of a steampunk and wild west setting. There are some technology around the city but it’s big, clunky, and steam or coal powered. The part of the city that has been abandoned has a chance of heartless sneaking in, and so there are people here who patrol at night on occasion but besides that at times kids sneak into the area to play - but it’s strictly forbidden to do so and they will be punished if they do.

The desert surrounding the city is vast and nearly lifeless. Aside from the heartless, there are few plants and animals that live there.

Past the nearly lifeless desert is an area of plateaus and canyons. Within this area those who have been exiled from the city attempt to make a living. They find items that the people of cindergate ‘sacrifice’ to the heartless, (pieces of machinery, cloth, food, etc) and try to repurpose it for their own needs. There’s a bit more life in this area, but not much in terms of subsistence.

The Survivors

The wielders and those who were exiled with them (family members who hid them, other accomplices, and even people who were falsely convicted of being a wielder) have been managing to survive so far, though it’s a constant struggle. They’ve made houses out of spare pieces of wood, tarp, scrap metal, and hide themselves in as much shade as they possibly can.

Some practice with their keyblades in order to get a handle on their abilities and fight off heartless that come near the safe haven. Others completely shun the fact that they can use a keyblade and refuse to wield it. Those who are not wielders try to contribute by making food or volunteering for other odd jobs. There are also wielders dedicated to finding a way off world.

AND NOW THAT THAT’S OUT OF THE WAY -

Sid’s about:

Born to the ruling family of Cindergate, Sid had everything handed to him on a silver platter. And he hated it. He couldn’t wrap his head around the strict rules of the town or the terrible court system. Any time he would try to speak up on this though was met with punishment from his parents. So he decided to bide his time, becoming their perfect ‘puppet’ so that he could become the leader one day and change things for the better.

While still considered a bit of a rebel, his parents at least ‘admired his change of heart’ and let him walk around Cindergate freely. While growing up he made two friends - a girl name Mari and a boy named Helio. The three of them were practically inseparable, they were some of the only ones that didn’t care who Sid was related to. He could be himself around them, and so he vowed to keep them safe most out of everyone in the town.

Mari revealed to the boys one day that she was a keyblade wielder - which was a terrible discovery. Keyblade Wielders were banned from Cindergate and it she was found to be a wielder she would be arrested, branded, and exiled to the harsh desert that surrounded the town. The desert that was filled with heartless. At the same time Helio revealed himself to be a wielder as well - having been one of the longest out of all of them, since he was a child. He knew better than anyone what would happen to wielders who got caught as his mother had been cast out when he was a child. Sid promised that he wouldn’t let them get caught and that he would lift the ban, they just needed to keep their keyblades hidden until he became the leader of the town.

This was easier said than done, especially since Sid would come to be a wielder as well. An old friend of his family invited Sid to his deathbed. This old man revealed how close Sid’s father and him used to be, and how they had a dream to make Cindergate a thriving place. But Sid’s father had done nothing more than oppress the people and make the ban more strict than it needed to be. So the old man had a solution - to pass on the power of the keyblade to Sid. He had kept it hidden all of his life, hoping that one day Sid’s father would change his mind on the ban - but he never did. In his last moments he forced Sid to take the power of the keyblade from him, saying it was Sid’s responsibility now, before passing.

Sid was terrified and furious with the power he had been given. Yes, he had been wanting to make CinderGate a better place for wielders and non wielders alike but - he didn’t want it to be like this. Still, he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. He told his friends of his new found gift and worked to become even more like the 'perfect’ leader his parents wanted him to be, just so he could take over quicker and get the stupid ban taken down.

Not long after this, Helio and Mari were caught for being keyblade wielders. Sid stood up to his parents to try and get them to see reason. When they still wouldn’t listen he revealed himself as a wielder in front of the whole town - saying if they were going to throw out his friends they would have to throw out him as well.

And they did, but not before branding him as a traitor - literally. They burned the keyhole shaped brand onto the side of his face before exiling him,Helio, and Mari out of the town. The three ran until they couldn’t anymore, fought off heartless, then collapsed with laughter - surprised but grateful they were still alive.

A while longer of traveling lead them to a survivor camp. Other people like them who had been exiled from Cindergate. It wasn’t much, but it became home for the three wielders. Sid took it upon himself to improve the day to day lives of the survivors by building various machines and other contraptions to make life easier for them. But still, it wasn’t enough. Thanks to his parents hoard of keyblade wielder knowledge (because how else were they supposed to fight off such a 'threat’ without an entire library full of knowledge?), he knew of other worlds and he knew that the keyblade could get them there. He just wasn’t sure how to unlock the power. None of the survivors were masters by any means, some of them didn’t even have a keyblade - and were friends or family of wielders exiled or falsely accused and wanted nothing to do with the keyblade.

Sid, taking another burden onto his shoulders, did the only thing he could think he could accomplish - he made himself and his two friends keyblade armor. He hoped that with the armor they could brave the passages in between worlds and find a way to get all the survivors to a new home.

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OOH!!! HIYA! I absolutely loved your hcs for Ris with a chubby goth s/o! <3 If it's not too much to ask could you please do an all fluff/sfw version of that with Trish and Josuke? Thank you!

TYYY those risotto headcanons are some of my favs that i’ve done! i love trish n josuke sooo much ty for the wonderful request + enjoy some fluff!!!

trish + josuke x short chubby goth s/o hcs

trish

- trish always got a little shy when she was around s/o and her cool demeanor was quick to leave whenever s/o said a simple hello (she was enamored by how fashionable s/o was and knew she had to get to know them better)

- tries her very hardest not to freak out when she learns of s/o’s love for cute lil things (internally she’s screaming because AHH they’re really just a softie)

- it was super easy for trish to let loose and bring out her more open and lively side once she and s/o talked more and more

- for their first date trish planned a day trip in naples where she and s/o visited loads of little shops and cafes and spent some nice n sweet time with one another

- later in the afternoon she and s/o settled in a park and ate some gelato + trish got just a teensy bit shy before asking s/o if they wanted to go out again sometime

- trish loves when she and s/o have semi-matching / coordinated outfits on it’s just very pleasing for her (even if it’s their pajamas on a lazy day at home)

- she could cry every time s/o hugs her because goddamn she didn’t know that someone could make her feel so special

- btw trish always hugs back super hard as a way to show how much she loves her bb (a hug for s/o is always followed by a little peck on the cheek)

- trish isn’t big on pda but she can NEVER get enough of holding s/o’s hands ! 

- she will 100% start gravitating towards a style similar to s/o’s. platforms? her new go to. makeup? she has s/o’s look down to a t. clothes? she’s already gotten loads of looks lined up so she can try them on for s/o !!!

- knows all the best places to get little gifts that s/o is 100% guaranteed to love (cute journaling stuff, jewlery, tights.. ANYTHING)

- trish would defo learn how to sew just so she can make some tiny plushies for s/o + she made little kitty versions of herself and s/o so they can always have a little piece of one another to hold :’)

- loves laying her head on s/o’s thighs while they’re just sitting and watching tv (pls play with her hair she’ll be blushing FOREVER)

- as far as cuddling goes trish adores being the lil spoon but is always down to be the big spoon ! whatever makes s/o happiest

- she loves getting ice cream with s/o because it reminds her of their first date

- she got suuuper giggly when she first saw s/o’s living space because all the cute things mixed in with all the dark and emo-ish stuff just made her so unexplainably happy

- pls she dreams of taking s/o to campania and moving into her childhood home so they can redo the place in a perfect balance of their aesthetics

- trish was so damn excited for s/o to meet bruno + the gang because collectively they’re some of the most important people in her life (let’s pretend vento aureo had a truly happy ending ty)

josuke

- every time josuke saw s/o before they got in a relationship he would blush SO HARD and get all antsy because goddamn he was obsessed with everything about them

- he loooved s/o’s look and was always pointing them out to okuyasu at random points during their conversations. he just really appreciates the effort that goes into s/o’s aesthetic 

- whenever josuke approached s/o he would bring a nervous hand up to the back of his neck and do his best to make some decent small talk (okuyasu would always be watching and laughing his ass off nearby)

- so many cheesy pick up lines.

- josuke LOVES that s/o likes cutesy things because he does too but he never had anyone to share this with (but now he does!)

- for their first date josuke brought s/o to the park for a little picnic and HE MADE ONE OF THOSE MINI FROG CAKES FOR S/O AHHHH IT WAS SO FUCKING PERFECT 

- he also brought loads of nice little snacks and drinks from owson that he knew s/o liked (yes he asked s/o’s friends for this info) and very sweetly asked if they’d like to go on another date sometime soon

- josuke loves going to s/o’s place and marvelling at all the cute stuff in their room PLS let him have a few plushies poor boy gets embarassed buying cute stuff for himself (though if he’s getting stuff for s/o he could not care less)

- josuke LOVES when s/o asks to style him / do his makeup + he pretends to hate it but seeing himself all dark n mytserious looking excites him so much

- sometimes he will wear the same lipstick color as s/o when they go out on dates :’)

- s/o isn’t allowed to change up his hair though sorry (maybe after marriage which could be soon because josuke is SO IN LOVE)

- he blushes loads whenever s/o has to get on their tiptoes to hug / kiss him

- josuke tried doing s/o’s makeup just once and it was a total disaster but he was still proud of the mess he made (he was fine with s/o taking it off though because he loves watching them do their own makeup anyways + he thinks the face they make while doing their eyeliner is THE CUTEST)

- josuke will 100% save up some of his money to get s/o the pair of the hello kitty dr martens that they’ve been eyeing

- btw he loves surprising s/o with random little makeup things he thought they would like / thinks they’d have fun experimenting with

- he doesn’t care if they’re alone together or out in public, bb josuke loves holding s/o close and covering them in loads of little kisses until they’re blushing like crazy

- seriously.. hugs are his absolute fav and it’s almost like he was made for the sole purpose of holding s/o forever and ever

- yes he luvs s/o’s tummy

- when s/o plays videogames with him he could CRY it’s so cute even if they have no idea what they’re doing (btw he will be getting matching pink kitty ear headsets for him and s/o)

[nalgenewhore]

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter

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His smile was blinding, as always, but Elide didn’t believe him. There was something holding him back. “We’ve thwarted the wicked witch, El,” Fenrys cheered, lifting her up and spinning her around. 

Elide squealed, hitting his back as Fenrys slung her over his shoulder and sprinted down the hallway, “Fen, my whole ass is out!” She reached around, pulling down the hem of her black dress. Fenrys batted her hands away. 

“It’s only half out,” he pouted. “And it’s a nice ass, it’d be mean to only let me see.” 

Elide slapped him upside the head, hissing, “I don’t even let you see it.” Fenrys snorted and slowed down, putting her down in front of her doors, holding onto her waist to make sure she didn’t tip over on her heels. “And I’m a future duchess, a royal one, I can’t have any of my ass hanging out.” She crossed her arms, glaring up at him. 

“You’re a future duchess ‘cause of who, again?” 

She rolled her eyes at him, patting his face a bit too hard, “Don’t be a dick, sweetie-pie.” 

He laughed, tipping his head back. Elide laughed as well, their hysterical chuckles ringing out throughout the hall. 

Eventually they calmed down, grinning wildly as they wiped tears from their eyes. 

Elide looked at her door handle, “I should go to bed… do you wanna, I dunno, come in? I was going to watch something, hang out with my dog.” 

Fenrys nodded, “For sure, Ellie. My choice, ok?” He winked and opened the door, sneaking past her. With a flourish, he opened the door, bowing as he ushered her in. Elide shook her head at him, but the second she took another step, Fenrys had scooped her up and kicked the door behind him with a resound slam. 

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“Fen, get off, fat ass,” Elide groaned, pushing the man off. It turned out that Fenrys was a cuddler and though they had fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed, by the time Elide woke up the next day, Fenrys had wrapped himself around her. 

Fenrys whined, decidedly keeping his eyes screwed shut, “Where is my lovely fiancée running off to, so early in the morn?” 

“The gym, now move,” she growled, smiling triumphantly when he rolled away and she could get out of bed. 

“I’ll be lonely, with the bed so cold.” 

Elide glanced over her shoulder, moving out of the way when Bear bounded to the space she had vacated, “Bear can keep you company.” 

“At least Bear will never stop loving me,” Fenrys crooned, fawning over the overgrown puppy. “Won’t you, girlie, huh? No, I’m your favourite.” 

“That’s cause you give her treats when she’s not supposed to have any,” Elide scolded jokingly as she padded into her closet to change. 

When she walked back out, her long hair smoothed back into a high ponytail, both Bear and Fenrys were passed out, sprawled across the plush mattress. Elide chuckled and kissed them both on their foreheads before heading out. 

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Lorcan danced on the balls of his feet, glaring at the heavy bag as if it had personally offended him before jabbing with his left hand and swiftly following it with a powerful roundhouse. The bag swung when his shin connected with it and Lorcan jabbed again, kicking once more. His hips twisted with the drive of his leg, making sure the kick was strong before springing back. 

After a few rounds - switching every minute - his knuckles were smarting from the rough wrapping and Lorcan stopped, breathing heavily. 

He could still feel his anger rolling in his gut so he carried out a complicated pattern that ended with a spinning back kick and the heavy bag straining against the chain it hung from as it swung wildly. 

Lorcan reached out, steadying it with his hand before he stalked over to his water bottle on the bench. He sat down heavily, his lungs burning. Practically ripping his wraps off, Lorcan blew away a flyaway strand of hair that had escaped the single braid going down the length of his spine. 

When the strand just settled back down on the bridge of his nose, Lorcan glared at it, pushing it back. 

“Why don’t you just redo your braid?” 

He shut his eyes, managing to keep his mouth shut and not curse aloud. With more control than he thought he had, Lorcan stood up and did not look at Elide, “I can’t.” 

In the corner of his eye, he saw her prop her hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side in a condescending way, “Why not?” 

Lorcan almost told her to fuck off and mind her own business, but he’d promised Rowan and Fenrys that he would do his best to be civil. In a terse tone, he bit out, “Hair is sacred. I have to have the right intentions when I touch it and I’m pissed right now, so.” 

“Why are you pissed?” Any condescension seemed to have left her stance, replaced with intrigue. That probably had more to do with a desired elaboration of what his hair meant to him - not that Lorcan had any inclination to do so - than his being pissed.

He snapped, “Do you always ask this many questions?” 

Elide rolled her eyes, somehow looking down her pert nose at him despite the fact he towered over her by almost half a metre, “I was just wondering.” 

“Well,” he narrowed his eyes, giving her a mocking smile, “don’t.” Lorcan sipped from his water bottle, watching her carefully as Elide moved around him. He tensed when she walked behind him. 

Elide noticed, her face somewhat falling. “I’m not going to touch your hair, Lorcan,” she said quietly. “I would never do that.” 

Lorcan was speechless. He slowly put the bottle down, trying to find the words. Elide frowned, looking down at the floor. She picked at her nails, frowning harder at the ring on her finger. Without a thought, Lorcan quipped as he stood, “Having second thoughts, sweetheart?” 

Like always, she snapped her head up, “No, I am not. And I am not your sweetheart.” 

“Mmm, I see that you enjoy the possessiveness, but I didn’t say my sweetheart… sweetheart,” he said, with a wink and somewhat filthy grin. “Have a fun workout, Elide.” Lorcan picked up his t-shirt before sliding past her to the treadmill to cool down. 

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Elide fumed as she pulled herself up on the bar and slowly lowered herself. She glared into the mirror at Lorcan, who was jogging on a treadmill. 

She finished her pull-ups and dropped down, landing lightly on her feet. About to move to her next rep, Elide looked over her shoulder to find the door swinging shut behind Lorcan. 

Something like anger, anger she’d never known, sparked in her chest and Elide chased after him, slamming the door open, “Hey!” 

Lorcan glanced behind at her, a brow arched, “What?” He didn’t stop walking, his long legs eating up distance faster than hers ever could. Elide sped up, her pace faltering when her ankle smarted. 

She didn’t notice how he slowed slightly, a concerned gaze zoning in on her leg. Soon enough, Elide had caught up to him, “I don’t get what your fucking problem is. What did I ever do to you that was so bad that you felt the need to tell the whole world that I was unfit for what I was born to do?” 

Lorcan stopped walking and looked down at her with a blank expression. 

Elide seethed, hissing, “I know you think I’m some joke, Salvaterre. Did you and your horrid aunt sit around with that horrid lordling to plan that dance? Wh-what, you came to save me like you were a fucking hero only to humiliate me?”

“We danced for a minute, Elide,” he said drily, “not exactly what I would plan, if I had planned it.” Her heart cracked a bit in her chest, to hear him be so dismissive about it. Despite herself, despite everything that had happened, it meant something to her. It meant so damned much to her.

She frowned, shrugging her shoulder, “It was more than a minute.” 

Amusement stole across his breathtaking face. His perfectly shaped lips curled into a crooked smile, “Well, maybe a minute and a half.” 

“Fine, it was a minute and a half, but you lied.” 

He tilted his head to the side, “And how did I do that?” 

Elide crossed her arms over her chest, “You didn’t tell me who you were and that you were trying to steal my title.” 

Lorcan rolled his eyes, “Oh, forgive me, your royal Grace, I guess I forgot that it’s customary to show a girl your entire family tree before dancing with her.” 

She gasped, “Oh, you- I’m going to kill you.” They heard voices down the hall and Elide grabbed his arm, dragging him with her into a cozy broom closet. She flipped the light on, glaring up at him, “The lie dance is not the point, Lorcan. It’s–” 

“What is the point then,” he asked, flicking the light off. 

Elide sent him a withering glower before she turned it back on, “The point is that I’m onto you. I know what you’re trying to do.” 

Lorcan raised his brows in a fake impressed look, “Oh, really?” 

“Yes,” she hissed. “Do you not think I saw you last night, talking to Fenrys?” 

Elide couldn’t discern what flashed over his face before he schooled it into a visage of cool neutrality, “I was already on the balcony. Your fiancé came to talk to me, so…” 

“That is irrelevant. I beat your little game and you’re trying to cheat at it. I’m going to marry Fenrys, Lorcan, why does that annoy you so much?” 

“You don’t know a fucking thing about him. He has his own life, you know. Fen doesn’t magically exist to fix your problems,” Lorcan snapped, a different type of indignation flaring in his gaze. Elide played it off as jealousy and the bitterness of defeat now that there was nothing in her way. 

“Problems,” she laughed coldly, stepping in as close as she could and stabbing her sharp nail into his chest, “that you created, Lorcan. You think I’m any happier with uprooting his life?” 

He shrugged, his face settled into cold disdain.

Elide laughed again, the sound hollow. She opened her mouth, about to rip into him when someone opened the door. She tried to jump back, but in the enclosed space, there was nowhere to go. 

The poor maid gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers. They snapped between Lorcan and Elide and she stammered, “O-oh my g-go-ds, I-I’m, I am so sorry, ma’am.” 

Elide tried to argue, but the girl closed the door, ignoring her protests. She rounded on Lorcan, her gaze like a live wire. “You–”

Lorcan reached for the door handle, turning it and pushing the door open, “You should really learn more about your fiancé.” 

Without another word, he stalked away, leaving Elide stunned in the broom closet. 

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Channeling all her anger into her arm, Elide threw the stick and watched it as it sailed through the air. Bear barked once, quickly tearing after it into the woods. 

Someone whistled from behind her. Elide whirled, relaxing slightly when she saw that it was only Fenrys. “Damn, Lochan, you’ve been holding out on me. Who knew you could throw like that?” 

“Thanks,” she said shortly, turning back to keep an eye on Bear. “What are you doing out here.” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” Fenrys commented, sidling up to stand next to her. It was late and dark, but with the lights of the palace, Elide could see that he had already gotten prepared for bed. The hood of his Doranelle University hoodie was pulled over his head, but the shine of the silk durag he wore to protect his waves peeked through. “Lorcan told me he saw you out here.” 

Elide scowled, not answering as Bear bounded back and dropped the stick. Her heavy tail wagged enthusiastically as she sat and waited patiently. Fenrys picked up the stick before Elide could and tossed it, smiling at the way Bear eagerly chased after it. “So, what’d Lorcan do this time?” 

She groaned, letting out a slight scream of frustration, “I hate him so much. He- I- I can’t even articulate how much he bothers me. Like, today, for instance,” Elide didn’t notice Fenrys’ cheeky grin as she launched into her tirade, “I went to the gym and he’s just there, being pissed for no good reason and acting like I would- would hurt him in some way!” 

He tilted his head to the side, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshorts, “How did you get that?” 

Elide rolled her eyes, “His stup- his braid was coming undone and he kept blowing away the hair and so I asked him why he didn’t just redo it and he-” she breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly to collect herself, he supposed. “He told me that he couldn’t redo his braid without good intentions and since he was angry, he wouldn’t do it. I mean,” she scoffed, “what does he have to be angry about? If anything, I should be the pissed off person in this scenario. And I am!”

His friend began to pace back and forth, not noticing how Bear trotted back to drop the stick down in front of Fenrys. “Then he tells me that me uprooting your life is somehow my problem when he’s the thief. Throne thief.” Elide threw her hands up, “And, like, he’s acting like he knows you and you guys are friends…” she trailed off, the words dying in her throat when Fenrys looked away and pushed his hood down. 

He ran his hand over his wave cap, blowing out slowly. 

“You guys are friends.” Elide drew back, wrapping her arms around herself. “Well, ok, um… I think I need a minute–” 

“El, it’s really not like that. He didn’t know until I got here and- and we haven’t seen each other in years,” Fenrys protested. “We went to the same boarding school and we roomed together with my brother and Rowan and his cousin Vaughan. I’m not helping him with any of it, I would never do that.” 

Elide looked at him distrustfully, staring directly into his eyes. Fenrys fought the impulse to avoid her piercing gaze. After a few moments, Elide sighed, her shoulders slumping inwards, “Of course, I’m- I’m sorry, Fen. He just drives me fucking crazy.”

Fenrys raised a lightened brow, giving her a slow smile. Elide glanced at him momentarily, distracted by Bear, who was barreling at full force towards the pair. She looked back at him in shock and horror, “Oh my gods, no, Fen! I am not into Lorcan.” She hissed his name with a visceral disgust. 

He picked up the stick before she could and hurled it away, laughing as he ran after the dog, “I didn’t say anything!” 

Elide exclaimed in rage, flipping him off when he looked over his shoulder, “Yeah, you better fucking run, Marama!”

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an: hey ! lorcan is indigenous in this story, specifically lakota, and his hair holds a lot of meaning ! here are some super cool links for you to educate yourself further on the significance of hair in lakota culture because i am the furthest thing from an expert! 

https://sistersky.com/blogs/sister-sky/the-significance-of-hair-in-native-american-culture

http://keepersoftheword.org/traditions/native-americans-long-hair/

https://www.psychologytoday.com/ca/blog/understanding-grief/201710/death-and-bereavement-among-the-lakota

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[a-napoleon-lover-at-17]

Hi! It's me again 😅 So, I totally get if you won't feel comfortable writing this, but I'd like to request Dazai (and anyone else if you want) with a selfharming s/o (cutting and starving, if possible). I recently relapsed and haven't been doing well from the begining of the year actually and fics like that help me lots. Again, I totally get if that's something you don't wanna write. Thank you~

It's perfectly alright! I actually enjoy writing this kind of angst. I hope this helps you. And if you ever felt like that, feel free to chat with me, as well! This is going to be female S/O specifically, since that's how the game depicts it, so do tell me if you want me to redo this if you're not comfortable with this.

Also, forgive me if I was not able to portray Dazai all that well. I do like him as a character, but I can't really get a handle on him.

Also, Japanese speaking people, feel free to correct me if I used some phrases wrong! Google Translate isn't always accurate.

Trigger warning to anyone else reading this, this includes mentions of self harm and depressive thoughts, so please that keep this in mind.

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NOT ALONE (DAZAI X READER)

Again.

Just when she thought she would be okay.

But this is the sort of thing that just refused to go away, wasn't it?

She dearly hoped no one noticed. She had been able to get away with not eating, ready with the excuse "I'll eat later." And the cuts were easily concealed with long sleeves.

"Toshiko-san, are you quite alright?"

Ah, the love of her life. What a wonderful man he was.

She remembers the gentle keenness in his eyes as he asked her. She remembers how she quelled the panic rising in her chest, and said, "I'm fine," With a fake smile. He didn't push it, and she was glad for it.

What a goddamn liar.

You really don't deserve him, you know?

This, these cuts, this empty-ness, this what you deserve.

Pathetic. Truly pathetic.

Many nights had passed with her doing this. Starve, cut, cry, sleep, repeat.

This was another such night.

(Y/N) twirled the knife absent-mindedly. She was sitting on her bed, back facing the window. She had already rolled up her sleeves. More cuts waited to be added to the galaxy of scars on her wrist. Her eyes blank as she brought down the blade onto her skin.

The sound of a window opening stopped her.

She whirled around, hiding the knife under her pillow, hastily rolling down her sleeves, standing up to face whatever was there.

Actually, whoever.

"Dazai?" Try as she might, she couldn't keep the astonishment out of her voice. "Why are you here? It's the middle of the night!" He shook his head. "Precisely why I'd like to ask you why you're still awake. May I come in?"

She hesitated for a moment. There was a chance that he would come to know if she let him in. But if she didn't, he'd get suspicious. "Sure."

He slipped in and closed the window behind him. (Y/N) sat down on the bed, her pillow to her left. Dazai sat down on her right.

"What brings you here?" (Y/N) asked, trying to not show her panic. "Why, can't I come see my love when I want to?" He questioned, golden eyes glimmering cheerfully. She forced a laugh. "In the middle of the night, Dazai?" You are such a liar, (Y/N). "I got desperate, shin'ainaru-kun e (my dear). I barely see you these days. We don't even get to talk during meal times."

Her heart froze.

Does he know?

He noticed the change in her expression. "... Did you really think I wouldn't realise, (Y/N)?"

The use of her name by him, especially without honorifics, caught her off-guard. "You haven't been eating well. I can tell, you're looking sicker and more exhausted by the day." He looked straight into her eyes.

"There's something wrong, isn't there?"

She couldn't lie to those eyes. Not to those beautiful, mesmerising golden irises. Not to the gentleness and care in those eyes.

Look away. Look away. Look away. Look away!

Her hand moved instead of her eyes, grasping the pillow on her bed with such force that a part of it lifted upwards, revealing the knife.

His eyes instantly flicked in the direction of her hand, and he saw it.

Before she could react, he had picked it up.

Oh no.

His eyes went from the knife to her, then from her to the knife, back and forth, back and forth as if trying to believe what he saw.

(Y/N) pursed her lips, expecting the worst.

He walked away from her, gently putting the knife on a table away from her, then came back to her and she closed her eyes instantly.

She felt strong, warm arms encircle her and she opened her eyes, shocked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was so gentle, so warm, she didn't deserve this!

"I didn't- Want to." Was all she managed to mumble. "Why?" His tone was calm, but she could hear a tremor in his voice.

She bit her lip.

"I don't deserve this." She finally whispered.

She could feel him move to look at her. "What makes you think that?"

I can't take this anymore.

"It's the truth! I'm a waste of space and a mistake! I shouldn't even be here, alive, breathing, I- I don't deserve any of the good things happening to me, I- I don't deserve you, Dazai!"

She broke down. She sobbed, clinging to him, her long-repressed emotions finding a release.

Even then her mind wouldn't let her.

Why are you telling him? Shut up, just shut up!

But it felt nice, somehow, it felt nice to let it out, to cry, his arms felt so warm, his hands rubbing her back felt so comforting, he smelled so nice, it was just-

Good.

She felt loved.

He raised a hand, placing it on her cheek. "(Y/N), I don't know how long you've been thinking like this. But I promise you, it's not true. You-" He looked into her eyes, and she felt as if he was looking into her, all of her.

"You are a blessing to me. Not many have the patience to stick around and try to truly understand me, but you did. I'm a difficult man to love, but you did. You are exceptionally strong willed for making it this far in life while dealing with thoughts like these. Believe in yourself, ai (love) . There's so much more to you than you realise."

It felt nice to hear, but… "That's so hard to believe, and- I don't think I can make it."

His other hand rose to her cheek, and he cupped her face gently. "That's what I'm here for. I will help you believe. I'll be there for you when you need me, so don't push me away again, alright? I love you, (Y/N). All of you."

For the first time in days, she managed to smile. A weak one, but still a smile. "Thank you, Dazai." He shook his head. "Īe, īe (No, no), no need to thank me. It's the least I can do."

They embraced, the voice in her head quiet for now, and (Y/N) realised, that though this was going to be an uphill climb, it was going to be messy, it would take a long time, but she would not be alone. It was not impossible.