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itoshi-s · 2 years ago

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@marycorn requested: rin + bathing with him // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 1.7k. cw: fem reader (referred to as woman like, once), fluff, rin isn't all that used to love :,3

"you're feeling more like oat milk and vanilla, or.." you pause, twisting the jar so you can read the label properly, "oh, you like this one- lavender and lemon?"

you hold up the candles, lifting them respectively as you speak, only to find rin - the very one your question is directed at - still staring at his phone intently as he rubs the back of his neck. the little frown etched between his brows and tense stance of his broad shoulders make him seem entirely too stressed for your liking.

"rin?" you ask again, putting one of the jars down on the counter. "you okay?"

it's only the lighter flicking that makes him snap out of his stupor. he glances over, teal eyes a bit confused until they settle on the candle you lit up - his favorite.

(it's hard to call it a favorite when it's actually the only scent he enjoys among all your other gourmand and flowery ones.)

"hm? yeah, sorry." rin sighs and locks his phone, setting it down before reaching to pull his hoodie off. "just some press shit before the season starts. had to catch up." he explains, voice muffled by the thick cotton over his mouth before he fully peels the garment off.

"'s alright." you hum softly, hand dipping into the bath water to check temperature. "i just don't like seeing you all pent up like that."

now, rin doesn't like how it feels, either. perhaps that's why he values his routine so much - the daily schedule he's been following ever since he realized how serious he is about football. morning stretch, breakfast, practice, lunch, gym, going home, dinner, evening yoga, then some meditation to finish the day. sounds like a lot — and it definitely is — but surprisingly so, it doesn’t feel as tiring as it might seem.

rin’s never really thought this tight schedule of his lacked anything, either — at least not until you crawled your way right into his heart, albeit a little too cold but oh, so aching for love still, and made yourself home in the long abandoned space. it's only natural you came with a whole package - all your silly candles, drawers full of various bath bombs and salts, and far too many masks to count, which you always looked so ecstatic to put on his face.

you came with your own little routine - one that fit so perfectly into his, it's almost as if it was fate's doing.

perhaps, this is exactly what he needed at the end of his day - your skin on his, head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as you listen to him speak, so intently and calmly as always. maybe, the feel of your fingers in his hair, tenderly pushing the bangs out of his face as you grin upon the sight - here's my handsome boy - is the little piece he longed for everyday.

(love, he thinks is the right word for it. he needed your love - but despite getting better at voicing out his feelings over the years, it's still far too sappy to admit to out loud.)

snapping out of thought, rin shakes his head. “yeah, me neither.” the man mumbles under his breath, and you need to look over your shoulder to make sure he’s just teasing — voice far too tired to make out the tone. “if they end up calling again, it's better cause someone's dead or some shit. not picking up otherwise.”

you laugh, and rin’s mouth curls into a rare smile.

“wow," you mumble, "that’s not very captain of you." you tease, to which he snorts.

"not very teammate of them to be such idiots either." you'd suppose there would be more of a bite to his tone as he retorts, but it's surprisingly gentle as he allows his gaze to rest on your silhouette, taking in the image of you slipping the silk robes off your shoulders and exposing the soft skin underneath. he sniffs shortly, "whatever. let's not talk about 'em anymore."

you only give a slight chuckle in reply as you slip into the bathtub, followed by a content sigh. the bubbles have grown thick and luscious, nearly covering most of your body once you’re fully submerged in the glittery lilac water, and rin’s cheeks grow warm in time with your own. yours, because the water is indeed just a bit too hot even for your liking; his, because you look so fucking sweet, a sight for his sore eyes.

pulling your knees chose to your chest, you squirm forward to make space behind you. "c'mon, it's gonna run cold-"

"shut up, woman," rin mutters under his breath as he steps in behind your back, lowering himself and pulling you flush against his chest once he's fully seated. the water sloshes over the edges at his sudden motion and you gasp - both at the mess and his jab.

"hey!" you try to turn in his grasp, but the way it tightens keeps you locked in place. rin laughs by your ear as you lean your head back with a pout. "it's the first time in, like, forever that we have time for this, and that's the treatment i get?"

rin gives your frame a squeeze again, paired with a chaste kiss pressed to the crook of your neck. you lean your head to the side, allowing more space, and it's almost muscle memory by this point - merely an instinct and unconscious thought that makes rin's heart jolt.

it has been a while, indeed, rin figures. you've been both way too busy with work to make way for the small things, pieces of your daily routines that in the end made the day feel this much better. now, he's not exactly sure how did all of... this become a regular routine for you two, but it has quickly turned out to be the very thing both his mind and body long for whenever it's time for a break.

maybe the lack of time was the cause of his annoyance spiking these past few days, eyes rolling upon the most minor inconveniences. he's never been the calmest type around the team, but it was truly best to keep your mouth around him lately. (if there has to be one person to ask about it, it's ryusei. as always.)

as rin inhales your scent, mixing with the faint citrus of the bubblebath and calming lavender the candle diffuses, he realizes that he's missed you.

long eyelashes flutter against your shoulder as he closes his eyes, hands starting to roam down your waist and grope their way to your hips where they finally settle.

"i missed you." rin admits, albeit to his own surprise - and it seems like yours, too, if the way your fingers flex on his knee is anything to go by. he noses at your neck and feels his shoulders finally loosen up. "missed this, i mean."

you shift in your seat slightly, back pressing against the firm planes of his chest even further, until you can nearly feel the steady thumping of his heart.

"me too." you say softly, one hand slipping to rest on his bicep instead while the other guides his other arm to wrap around your chest again. you squeeze it tight and turn your head to get a better look of rin's face. "it's not as fun without you anymore, yanno?"

rin must sense your gaze on him, cause as soon as you're done speaking, his head lifts from it's spot on your shoulder and turquoise eyes lock with yours. a small smile breaks across your face as you reach a hand up, pushing back the bangs that already start to stick to his forehead.

"you're telling me i'm fun?" the ravenette mumbles, corners of his lips pulling upwards when you go to mess with his hair.

your chest squeezes with adoration upon the sight - handsome, refined features on show, paired with the dearest look anyone could ever grace you with. sheepishly, you nuzzle your face against rin's neck and nod. "well- sometimes." you murmur and feel his throat vibrate with a laugh.

"took you long enough t' admit." rin snickers, straightening his legs a tad more as he leans back, until the water reaches shy past your collarbones. "you wanna tell me something else while we're at it, baby?" he taunts, head tipping down just slightly to steal a look at your face, still snugly fit in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

"mmhm, i just might." you hum, "i love you, dummy," you sigh, holding back an amused smile as you push yourself up. sitting up straight, you look back over your shoulder just in time to spot the very sight you've longed after for the past few days - teal eyes just barely hooded yet sparkling with so much affection, and a content smile to pair with.

you watch silently as rin rolls his shoulders back, arms moving to rest over the edge of the tub. it's been a little while since you've last seen his body this relaxed, lean muscles all loosened up and frame seemingly even more broad now as he rests.

"i love you, too," the man replies, feeling his smile widen upon noticing your lips curl up in a grin of your own as well. perhaps it's just these silly essential oils you've loaded the bath water with, or maybe it's the temperature and steam in general, cause there's a giddy feeling gnawing away at his chest and a loop pulling at his heart that makes it just a tad harder to breathe properly.

(it's the same sensation that only ever creeps up on him when he looks at you. love, rin thinks. he can voice it out all he wants, bare his heart for you countless times - but he's never getting used to how dizzy it makes him, searing hot in his veins and cotton-like in his head.)

a sense of serenity swirls around the room and mixes with the delicate lavender as silence falls over the both of you, other than the gentle fizz of bubbles and flicker of the candle. you hold rin's gaze as he breathes, chest in a steady rise and fall until he opens his mouth to speak - and you're surprised he's only ever asking for it now.

"wash my hair, please?" rin speaks - quietly and meekly so, as if you ever denied him the thing - and you roll your eyes, hand already reaching towards the stand to fetch the shampoo bottle as you smile, feeling so lovesick your chest hollows.

"thought you'd never ask."

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romanarose · 26 days ago

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Supportive Logan Thoughts: Writer GF

Logan Howlett x fem!writer!gf

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Summary: You're an aspiring writer, but having trouble finding time to write. Logan shows his complete faith in you, no matter what your family thinks.

Warnings: Not a lot, unsupportive/mean family. My massive daddy issues

A/n: I wanted to write this for myself because Im feeling massively unsupported by my family and several friends, and I with I had a partner with this much faith in me. I have another one I wanna do with supportive logan and reader who wants to continue education. If you have any self indulgant ideas you wanna hear, send em! It'll probs be short but I can have Logan say things i think you'd want to hear in a way that makes sense for him. Trans and lgbt themes encouraged.PS: catch the bobs burgers reference?

Dinner had been going pretty well, comparatively. Logan hadn't snapped at your dad for his passive aggression, and your mom hadn't commented on how you'd gained weight. It wasn't your fault your beloved boyfriend seemed to be fattening you up!

All in all, a peaceful dinner.

Until your brother, Mark, had to be a dick.

"You still writing on Wattpad?" He asked, an innocent enough question but you knew that tone. Logan stiffened, so you put a hand on his thigh. He chewed hard on the broccoli.

You brace yourself a bit. "Yeah, I got the fanfictions. But I'll have you know, it's a fun hobby and I do pretty well for myself-"

"Writing men kissing on tumblr isn't a hobby any more than making a porno is."

Logan speaks, through a full mouth. "I bet you're the porn expert, considering you're not getting any from anyone else."

"Except your mom."

You raise to hands at both Logan and Mark "Knock if off you two!"

Your mom is glaring at Mark for mentioning porn at the table, but he's pretending to be very interested in his chicken Alfredo.

Still, your dad always has something to say. "It's a shame you can't make money off that. I don't really understand why you do it."

"For fun?" You didn't know what not to get. Your grandma made terrible janky blankets and you all gushed over them. You loved them of course, because it was grandma. Why couldn't you have a hobby weather or not you were good?

But Logan wouldn't let the silence be filled with your families assumptions. "Well, she's writing a book, actually. And it's good, really fu- I mean, it's really good." Logan abides by your moms no swearing rule, but she pays no mind to the always f word as she somehow finds a reason to embarrass you.

"Oh she's always talking about some book or whatever. As a kid it was mystery because she was into the boxcar children. As a teen she was going to write the next big dystopian trilogy." She covers her mouth as she laughs about it.

Logans hand flexes and tightens under the table, trying to remain calm. "And what did you say when she told you about these?"

"Well, I told her she should be more realistic. I mean, I read some of her writing-"

"Because you snooped through my notebooks!"

"And it wasn't exactly Hunger Games."

Logan set down his plate. "So let me get this straight, Diane."

"Lo..." You warn.

"You snooped through notebooks that your daughter wrote by hand on notebooks, at what, 14, 15? Told her that this first draft, which I cannot stress enough, was written on a notebook, wasn't good enough to be published, then you're shocked she didn't finish it?"

When you're moms mouth gapped, your dad stepped in. "She doesn't finish anything, I'm sure you picked up on that. I mean, how many half started art projects are in your house right now?"

An embaressing amount. The other day, you found three different blankets with the same color scheem started. Three! Thrice, you had the same idea and never followed through.

Your boyfriend was not deterred. "Well, maybe, she needs someone whose going to support her, encourage her. Didn't seem like she had a lot of that before."

"WHELP!" You slap your knees, then stand up. "This has been great, but as usual we passed the 15 minute mark, and right on cue, it's time to go."

Your dad was as stubborn as Logan was and stood too. "Oh yeah, and just what are you gonna do to support her, to magically fixed years of fail-"

As you pulled Logan toward the door, Logan counts off on his fingers. "One, tell her that she can actually do it, because she CAN, two, check in on her and let her brainstorm with me. Have you ever actually asked about her plot? No?"

You're giggling to yourself now. Dinner was ruined, but you liked that Logan didn't stand for people talking bad about you.

"And three, she's gonna quit her job so she can focus on writing!"

Well. That one was new. Logan always encouraged your novel in progress, he listened about the characters and offered ideas, gave you a sounding board that wasn't judgmental. Yes, you've complained about no time for writing when you work so much but... No matter, you show a united front in front of your dad.

"Yeah! Because he believes in me." And you were out the door.

The drive back was quiet. Espresso was on the radio, and you knew he must be distracted because he didn't change the station, so you spoke first.

"I don't have to quit my-"

"I was gonna talk to you about-"

You both start at the same time. Then you laugh. "You first, Lo."

His body language relaxes for the first time tonight. "I didn't mean to spring that on yuh." I don't wancha to think I'm like. Trying to tell you what to do or make you financially dependent."

"I don't." You assure him. "So... you thought about this?"

He nods. "Yeah I um... I really think you got something good here, baby. I think if you took leave for a while ad really could just focus on the book, it could be something great. I mean, I don't know much about books but even I like it, so... you know... it's gotta be good."

Warmth fills your body as a blush festers under your skin. Logan really believed in you. He believed in your book enough that he was willing to take this risk on you.

"Can we... afford that?"

"Well I thought..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I can always take overtime at work. If I pick up another day or two-"

"Logan! I can't ask your to do that!"

"You're not." He turns to you briefly, smiling, then back to the road. "I'm asking to do this for you, if you'll let me. Then, when you're a high falutin writer, I can be your sugar baby." He pokes yoru side, making you giggle

Still, seed of doubt were deeply entrenched. "But what if I don't do good? It doesn't sell?"

Logan shrugs. "Well, I guess... then you'll try again. Or you don't, an you'll know you finished it and you tried."

A pause. "You're really willing to do this for me?"

"Baby..." He places a hand on yours, eyes once again drifting only briefly from the road to you, then back. "I'd get the moon right now if you asked. Let me do this for us."

For us.

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Okay thats it im done im sorry, that was my own daddy issues, mommy issues, brother issues- lort help lmfao

anyway if you like this, check out my other stuff on my masterlist! if you like dark content, most of my logan is being written over at @romana-after-dark

the bobs burgers referece was the 15 min rule. at exactly 15 min, big bobs says something mean to bob asdfghjkl

my middle brother hosted a surprise party for my parents anniversary and we decided to have me an the ret of my siblings be surprise one, have my oldest brother hiding bc he lives the furthest away for surprise 2, then downstairs my extended family for three. My dad walks in, sees me and my youngest brother who he was't expecting, and before he even says hi he says "where's *oldest brother*" so that felt cool. And we got into a bit of an arguement where he was discrediting my feelings about the move when i was a teenager, and then my brothers and sister were assholes- and i just kept thinking i want logan or santi or joel here to protect me and defend me even against little stuff.

enough about me!

send your requests! give me chubby read, black reader, trans reader, native reader, bi reader, male reader- literally whatever tf you want. I cant say it'll be as long as this one but i got you. you desver to feel supported.

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zeninsama-moved · 1 year ago

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pay up!

gojo satoru x female reader

satoru's poor time management has you working overtime, and this cheap bastard has something other than cash to pay you with (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

note from author mercury: this is my entry for our slimeball collab over on @bastardblvd , figured the host of the slimiest event on this corner of the internet should probably contribute a lil somethin. let's pretend like i'm not shitting bricks bc this is my first time writing for gojo <3 ending is a little abrupt but i needed to get this out asap or i'd be scrutinizing it for the next five months

content warnings: female reader, unprotected sex, oral and fingering (reader receiving), overuse of the word 'cute', praise and obnoxious petnames (reader receiving), needing to keep quiet, fucking on the couch while the kids are asleep down the hall so if that's a concern for you please don't touch, panty fetish if you squint, cumshot?, implied you've fucked before, unfair compensation for your labor lmao, multiple references to the slimeball au so that may be super jarring if you aren't familiar.

↳ word count: 3.9k

It's almost eleven, which means Satoru is... very late.

Shit happens, you get it. Maybe work ran later than expected, or the train hit a freeloader on the way back to Grimetown, but still. You can’t help but feel bothered by the lack of text message from your pseudo-employer.

You would never complain about Megumi and Tsumiki. They're absolute angels, and caring for them has never felt like work. Besides, your only other options were a waitressing job at Franky’s or the graveyard shift at the gas station, which you heard is filled with... interesting characters at that time of night. Caring for the coolest elementary schoolers alive seemed like a no-brainer. The arrangement worked out in your favor as well. Satoru ended up moving you into his apartment complex due to his demanding schedule, wanting you to always be close – like two apartments down the hall close.

Contrary to the name, the Luxury Condos on Bastard Boulevard weren’t much of an upgrade from your last apartment. The landlord must be loaded because it’s a miracle this place passed inspection, but you’ll gladly accept updated appliances and neighbors without a small army of pet rats. Even the offensively high rent doesn’t bother you because your pseudo-employer paid it all in cash.

(You tried asking Satoru exactly where he got all this money from, to which he said, “It ain’t easy being the sexiest designer sunglasses model on this side of town. You gotta work hard to play hard!”)

Anyways, whatever is holding him, you hope it’s a good excuse.

In the meantime, you’ve taken up camp on his sofa, wrapped in a throw blanket that smells vaguely of Satoru's disgustingly expensive cologne. You were too lazy to change the channel from whatever cartoon Megumi was watching before bedtime, laughing through your nose every now and then. It’s not that bad, but still… You’d really, really like to go back to your apartment and hit the hay.

Maybe a little snooze won’t hurt, but of course, right as you close your eyes...

The smart lock clicks behind you. It’s a quarter past eleven when Satoru enters the apartment, looking gorgeous and unbothered, sunglasses low on his nose and DAISO cat-print tote bag slung over his arm.

"Daddy's home!"

"Shh!" you're glaring from the couch, lips drawn in a frown. "Megumi and Tsumiki are sleeping! Where the hell were you? You couldn't give me a heads up?"

"Sorry, babycakes. They loved what I was giving 'em, so the shoot ran overtime." Satoru grins at you, pulling the sunglasses off his face and ditching them in the catch-all along with his keys. His shoes are toed off and left by the front door. "Why, you miss me that bad?"

You're tempted to throw one of the many decorative pillows right at his big, dumb head. Instead you sink back into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around your frame, grouchy. "Whatever," you sigh. "You're four hours late, so you better pay up."

Satoru sucks in air through his teeth. "Yeah, about that..."

You don't like where this conversation is heading.

"Some big guy outside the train station jacked my wallet on the way home. You'll never believe it, he had this fuckin'... worm? On his shoulder? Shit, it was crazy. So I don't have the cash to pay you, but–"

You glance over your shoulder at the man now rummaging through his bag behind you, eyes and tone full of warning. "Satoru..."

An opened package is waved in your face by a beaming idiot.

"– Ichigo daifuku! Your favorite!"

He's so full of shit. There’s one piece of mochi left, does he really think his already-eaten train snack will fix this? Probably, and as much as you'd hate to admit it, you do like strawberry daifuku mochi. Dammit.

Despite your annoyance, you don't get up from your spot on the couch. You're tempted to storm out, blow past Satoru and grab your things, maybe give him a good shove while you do it. However, you're tired, and no grand display of your frustrations would change the fact that you'd be returning tomorrow to pick up his kids from school. Also, your apartment is literally two doors down, so you wouldn't truly be escaping Satoru – you'll still feel his annoying energy seeping through the absurdly large gap under your door while you sit there, in the apartment that he bought you, stewing in your annoyance and eating your feelings in a single daifuku mochi.

God, you might hate this man. You don't even wanna look at him, but despite feeling this way, you let Satoru move closer, ditching the bag of sweets in favor of pinching your puffed-out cheek in his fingers.

“Aw, come on,” he pouts, redirecting your face towards his in an attempt to get you to look at him, but you don’t give him the satisfaction. You force yourself to look anywhere else but the man above you and stubbornly pretend you can’t feel the cool puffs of his mint-gum breath, or notice his devious grin from the corner of your eye. “Don’t be mad at me, babycakes. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“You can go to the ATM and get me some cash."

“Yeah, besides that.”

On the subject of things you hate about Satoru, you hate how quickly he switches up on you. One minute, he's the most annoying man you've ever had the misfortune of knowing. The next, he's smooth and serious. The kind of man that confidently leans in and ghosts his lips over your neck, intentionally fanning his breath over your skin because you made the mistake of telling him you're ticklish there.

"There must be some way for me to make this up to you," Satoru murmurs into your neck, the low vibrations of his voice making you shiver. It's then that you finally cave, eyes slowly meeting his, brilliant blues hidden behind heavy lids.

Unfortunately, he's very handsome.

"Okay," you huff. "Fine."

He kisses your cheek, then your nose, and then he kisses you.

You hate to admit it, but Satoru knows how to kiss. His lips are warm and soft, meshing with yours with confidence, tongue easing into your mouth in a practiced motion.

He momentarily breaks the kiss to join you on the couch, kneeling on the cushion beside you and leaning back in, cradling your cheek in his hand, murmuring against your lips before kissing them again.

"Let me show you just how much I appreciate you."

Satoru reaches down and rests his hand between your thighs, cupping your pussy through the rough fabric of your shorts. You bite your lip at the sensation, stifling a needy whimper, but he knows. Your grouchy demeanor melted so easily for him.

How cute, his little tsundere.

He squeezes you softly, then rubs four fingers up and down, keeping his pace slow.

"You know I can't do it without you, right?"

Your hips lift off the couch, chasing his hand as it continues its unbothered pace. Satoru rewards you by focusing the stimulation on your clit, switching to tighter, firmer circles over the sensitive bud.

"You're just saying that," you mutter.

"Nuh uh," Satoru teases. "I've never seen anyone be so good with my kids. They love you, you know. Maybe more than they love me."

That's not too difficult, you want to quip, but opt to bite your tongue instead. Satoru's touch feels way too good, you don't want him to stop or risk having your orgasm put off just over a snark. Instead, you curl your fingers into the nape of his neck, fidgeting with the shorter tufts of hair there.

Satoru kisses you again. His hand stops playing with your clit just to skim higher, unfasten the button and zipper on your shorts so he can touch you where you both want it most.

"And you know," he murmurs between kisses, fingers sneaking under the loosened waist of your shorts, then your panties, until you feel his fingers make contact with your bare clit. He watches your reactions closely, smiling when you gasp and buck up into his touch. "I like you too. How can I not? You're too damn cute."

His slender middle finger skims your folds, feeling the wetness there, letting it gather and get him all slick, making it easier when it finally pushes inside you. Just one finger already feels like so much, almost too much. He feels your walls bear down, his cock twitching lazily in his pants. How long has it been since he’s had you last?

You let him have you once before, back when he spent the whole day helping you move into your new apartment, carrying all those heavy boxes for you like the gentleman he is – and you, being the sweet peach you are, insisted on making him dinner as a thank you.

You reminded Satoru of a cute little housewife, puttering around the kitchen in your apron, though nothing was cuter than the sight of you sinking onto his dick that night, your hands and pussy clinging to him like you couldn’t get enough.

Every time he jerks off, he thinks of that adorable, pinched look on your face when the fat head of his dick first speared you open.

It's kind of embarrassing, the hold you have on him.

When you're taking his finger with ease, Satoru presses a second into your cunt, further stretching it out. "Come on, baby, open up for me," he coaxes, voice low and sultry. "Fuck, you don't know how bad I missed this pussy. Gonna let me fuck it again? Hm?"

"Uh huh," you're nodding, dazed, and the sight of you makes Satoru grin. The heel of his palm presses into your clit, providing the right amount of pressure when combined with his fingers.

"Yeah? Gonna let me have this cute pussy to myself?"

Cruelly, the motion stops.

The lack of stimulation makes you pout.

Satoru's fingers glide out of you with an embarrassingly loud squelch, intentionally brushing along your clit as they withdraw from your shorts and panties. His hand emerges, fingers glistening with clear threads of arousal webbed between them, and before you can think, he slips them past your lips and presses firmly on your tongue, prompting you to suck.

"Tastes good?" Satoru coos, delighted at your eagerness. "Let me taste now, okay, cutie?"

Shyly, you nod. His fingers withdraw from your mouth, leaving a dribble of spit on your bottom lip.

Satoru repositions himself to kneel on the floor in front of you, tugging you by the hips so your bottom half comes right to the edge of the couch, dangerously close to his face. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cunt, the sensation muted by your shorts, but it still makes you gasp. His fingers hook into your shorts and you lift your hips to help him pull them off, but he makes no effort to remove your panties with them. Instead, he fixates on the little wet patch right in the center, caressing it with his finger. Admiring it.

Fuck, you’re so cute. He can’t wait to get his mouth on you.

"Need to keep quiet, okay?" Satoru instructs, peering up at you through his lashes, watching you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. The last thing you need is to disturb the two rugrats asleep down the hall, even if you could pry yourself off Satoru and pull your shorts back on in record time. You don't want this moment to stop, not when the promise of his mouth on your cunt is so deliciously close.

You look so sweet like this, he thinks. Chest heaving, eyes wide and eager, one hand fisting the hem of your shirt, holding it over your stomach for a better view. Satoru smiles up at you, maintaining eye contact as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“What a beautiful girl.”

Satoru buries his face in the soft warmth between your legs. His nose presses into your clit, taking in your scent as his tongue ventures lower, finally getting a taste of your pussy and he shamelessly moans. It’s faint through the fabric. He knows he could taste you better without them, but something about eating pussy through a cute pair of panties never fails to get him so fucking hard. He likes watching them get wetter and wetter, until they're completely soaked from arousal and saliva and clinging to the shape of the pretty pussy underneath.

Your other hand flies down immediately, resting on the back of Satoru’s head to urge him closer, and of course he’ll indulge you. He’ll eat you just the same, dragging his tongue in broad strokes up to your clit, then sucking it into his mouth.

The muted sensation makes you whine. It’s not enough, yet so good. Enough to make your little pussy flutter under your panties. You push his head harder against your cunt, desperate to keep the kissing suction over your clit. You’re certain you could cum like this, between the pressure of Satoru’s tongue and the vibrations when he moans against you.

A string of saliva connects Satoru’s swollen lips to your panties when he pulls back for air, but this time he pulls the soaked fabric aside, finally getting an eyeful of your pussy.

“Well hi, gorgeous,” he lovingly coos, pressing a light kiss over your clit. “Did you miss me?”

Is he… really talking to your pussy?

Scratch that, you hate him again.

“What are you doing?” You ask, breathless.

“What do you mean? We’re having a moment,” Satoru replies, voice still sweet and airy, the same way one would talk to a cute little pet.

If you didn’t need him so badly, you’d kick him right in his dumb face.

Fortunately, Satoru cuts his little bit short and dives back in, tongue sweeping through your folds, finally getting his first real taste of your pussy. You taste even better than he could imagine.

You release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, body melting into the couch. Your fingers tangle in soft white hair, urging his head deeper, wanting to feel more of his mouth and Satoru obliges. His tongue dips into your cunt, fucking you with it, then drags up to your clit to lick in slow circles.

He really, really wants to be inside you right now. His dick is throbbing so hard, he’s amazed he hasn’t passed out yet, but Satoru’s always been a man with a sweet tooth. He doesn’t mind setting his needs aside a while longer if it means eating out some pretty pussy.

Maybe not too much longer though.

His fingers join between your legs, still slick from your saliva and arousal, and slip easily into your cunt. Making you cum is easy for him, his fingers thrust deep with each lazy roll of his wrist, stimulating that spot inside you with ease. Though, he can tell you're craving more of a stretch, so Satoru, being the chivalrous, generous, oh-so-kind man that he is, gives you a third finger.

Your jaw drops at the intrusion, pussy now spread wide to accommodate the stretch of three fingers as they curl and stroke your sensitive walls, drawing out more wetness and arousal until it drips down his wrist in clear drops.

Satoru knows you're close when you let out a particularly desperate moan, your hips stuttering and walls fluttering so perfectly on his fingers, clit pulsing against his tongue.

"Satoru, I'm–" you warn, trying to keep your voice low.

"I know, baby," he coos in encouragement. "Feels so good, doesn't it? Go ahead, pretty baby. Cum on my tongue if you need to."

You don't need any further coaxing. When you cum, you cum hard, hand smacking over your mouth to muffle your cries as Satoru keeps fucking you through your orgasm, fingers thrusting and tongue lapping up every drop of arousal your sensitive pussy drools out, just for him.

He rests his head on your inner thigh, watching fondly as you come down from your high. His fingers still thrust into you but his pace has slowed significantly, working you through it until your walls stop contracting. Your arousal coats his entire hand when it withdraws from your cunt, even pooling on the couch beneath you. It'll be a bitch to clean, but Satoru can't bring himself to care about that now. His dick might explode if it's not buried in your cunt in the next thirty seconds.

Even as you lay there, chest heaving, you still crave more. Your hands are greedy, grabbing at Satoru while he makes his way up and eases you back against the couch.

“Easy there, tiger,” he chuckles, hooking his fingers into your soaked panties and peeling them down your legs. "Let's take these off you first."

Your panties are discarded somewhere – probably his pocket, that pervert – before Satoru goes in for another kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. One hand rests beside your head, supporting his weight. The other reaches down and palms his dick through his pants. "You need my dick that badly? Hm? Turn around."

You oblige, rolling over to lay on your stomach and pretending the sound of his belt unfastening doesn't make you warm with anticipation. Satoru shifts to straddle your thighs, placing one of the cushions to rest under your hips, keeping you nice and comfortable while also elevating your ass to be closer to his dick. A win-win.

"Shit," he sighs, pulling his dick from his briefs and jerking it slowly, slicking himself up with your wetness. Precum beads at the tip and he rubs it against your folds, mixing your messes. "It's been a while, huh?"

"Satoru," you whine, pushing back against him, wiggling your hips slightly in a silent request for him to quit teasing you and get on with it.

Maybe that makes you greedy. After all, he was just nice enough to let you cum on his fingers and tongue, but you don't care. It doesn't hurt to be selfish every once in a while, especially with Satoru of all people.

When Satoru finally presses the thick head of his dick into you, it feels like you’re being split in two. He's immediately met with resistance, your cunt bearing down, struggling to accommodate it even with all the prep he gave you. So he starts slow and shallow, dragging his heavy dick in and out, bullying your cunt into relaxing and letting more of him fit. He pulls out and taps the head against your entrance again. "Come on, sweetie, open up for me~"

He eases into your cunt again, but this time Satoru leans in, his opposite hand settling on the other side of your head, smothering you with his weight in the best way possible. His body blankets yours, pinning your back under his chest and ass against his hips. His dick pushes into you with more persistence, inch after inch sinking deeper until he's buried to the hilt.

Your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. You're probably drooling all over his couch, but it's hard to feel shame when he's filling you out so nicely. He's so deep, it's like he's forcing the air out of your lungs and replacing it with his dick.

His lips ghost over your shoulder, kissing it sweetly, then he starts to move. Slow, deep thrusts, only withdrawing an inch before he's chasing that warmth again. He fucks you as hard as he can without being too noisy, limiting the smack of his hips against your ass, even though he really wants to see it bounce from the force of his thrusts. If he could, he’d be making you scream right now, watch some pretty tears stream down your face because of what his dick does to you. Yeah, that would be cute.

Satoru ruts ruthlessly into the tight heat of your cunt, chasing the orgasm he’s needed so fucking desperately. Balls slap against your clit, heavy with all his pent-up release. He takes advantage of your open mouth and forces two fingers inside, pressing down firmly on your tongue and delighting in the way you slobber around them, in the way your cheeks subconsciously hollow and suck them deeper, still tasting your pussy on them.

Sucking on his fingers keeps you quiet, gives you something else to focus on if not the relentless pounding against your cervix, or how close you’re getting to snapping and cumming all over his dick.

“Shit, you’re so perfect,” Satoru huffs against your neck. "I can feel you squeezing me, baby, I know this little pussy wants to cum."

It’s hard to moan his name when his stupidly long fingers are prodding the back of your throat. You’re babbling, crying out for Thatowu to keep fucking you, it feels so good, and he’s grinning like an idiot above you. Yeah, baby? It feels good?

Satoru’s fingers withdraw from your mouth only to snake underneath your body and stake claim on your clit, massaging in slow circles, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. You can’t take it anymore. Your body goes limp, cheek smashed into the cushion, gaping mouth smearing drool all over the fabric while your cunt creams around his dick.

“Shit, that’s it, baby,” Satoru moans, feeling your cunt squeeze around his dick like it's trying to swallow him whole. “Shit, you’re gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fill this pussy up?”

You’re too fucked out to answer, but that’s okay, because Satoru wasn’t really asking. More like letting you know he’s seconds away from driving his dick as deep as possible and unloading right against your cervix. God, he’d really like that, but he can't risk having any more rugrats right now. Not when his career as the only sexiest designer sunglasses model in Grimetown is taking off.

Instead, he pulls out of your cunt and manhandles you onto your back, quickly stroking his dick, filling the living room with the lewd sounds of your wetness squelching around him. You're laying there, dazed, legs spread wide and pussy exposed, all swollen and leaky and clenching around the air. The sight of your debauched face sends Satoru over the edge. He releases with a groan, cum splattering on your lower stomach, inner thighs, all over your pussy, before pressing the head right against your clit and letting the rest of his load drip.

You both need a minute after that. Maybe several minutes.

Blood still rushes in your ears when you come to. You push yourself up on shaking arms, Winnie the Pooh-ing it with your tee shirt and lack of panties. You're a mess, all sweaty with his cum painting your lower half, even parts of the couch underneath you. Maybe he'll offer up his shirt as a cumrag so you don't have to do the walk of shame to the bathroom.

You watch Satoru, who is already back to his normal, irritating self, snatch his bag off the side table, already craving a little something sweet. He chomps into the last strawberry daifuku mochi in the packet and you frown.

“Hey, I thought that was for me."

“We can still share,” Satoru teases, waving the mochi-half in your face with a grin.

Huffing, your eyes drop back down to the open bag on his lap and… wait a minute. Has that been here this whole time?

“Satoru, is that your wallet?”

He looks down, a little rice flour on his chin.

“Oh, shit! Where did that come from?”

#mercury writes

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thegamingcatmom · 1 month ago

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Would miranda be jealous if the MC had a lil plushie that's dressed up like her

I'd imagine miranda ignores her for some time or something too distracted in the lab or something, so MC just crafts up a lil birb mama plushie for comfort

Miranda eventually comes back and sees MC snuggled asleep with lil birb mama plushie

Jealous?like in a there can be only one?idk

That´s...

That seems alien, somehow. LMAO.

Not your ask, goodness no! But just...Miranda and "plushie" in the same sentence sent me. 😭

Okay so, as with pretty much everything else, let me take things way too seriously:

First of, MC would need the materials to craft smt like that. Somehow, I don´t think Miranda owns anything besides jars and scalpels and books and...more jars. And some more scalpels.

(God I love that nerd.)

Which means:

MC either has to ask her roommate/master/abductor/lover/smt for those materials (good luck) OR-

...She has to flirt like her life depends on it.

Which...it probs does:

Mother M.: *working*

MC: *sneaks up (we´re not gonna talk about the fact that there is no sneaking up on someone like Miranda)*

Mother M.: *working*

MC: *reaches for those massive wings, fully intending to give them the world´s best TLC-*

Mother M.: "Dove."

MC: "...I was just-"

Mother M.: "Do you wish to lose it, little bird?"

MC: "..."

MC: *wisely drops her hand again*

Mother M.: *still working*

MC: *awkward shuffling*

...

Mother M.: "Have you finished the tasks I´ve given you?"

MC: *hasn´t*

MC, stupid bold af: "Of course!"

Mother M., who can smell lies: *stops working*

MC: *starts sweating*

Mother M.: *slowly turns her head to face her*

MC: *swallows*

Mother M.: *stares*

MC: "..."

Mother M.: *stares*

MC: "...Technically."

...

Mother M.: "How can one technically sacrifice someone?"

MC: "...I'm-"

Mother M.: *stares*

MC: "..."

Mother M.: *stares*

MC: "...not sure."

Mother M.: *stares*

MC: "..."

Mother M.: *stares*

MC: *panics*

MC: "You look-"

Mother M.: *stares*

MC: "...plush."

...

Mother M.: *...stares in a mix of irritation and confusion*

MC:

YES THAT´S WHAT FLIRTING LOOKS LIKE WITH THEM I´M AFRAID. 😭

But also: Did yall catch the reference to my other post that was all about pampering Birb Momma? The one that turned into the 1st part of (hopefully) many of my planned series?👉👈

(I guess this just goes to show that Miri isn´t always so...tame. 🤭)

Honestly though: I think that´s as close to a plushie as MC will get. 💀

LISTEN-

miranda ignores her for some time or something too distracted in the lab or something

I mean...duh. That´s like...her default mode? I´d say? MC will have to wait her turn, as per usual. 😅🤷🏻‍♀️

so MC just crafts up a lil birb mama plushie for comfort

Listen...comfort ain´t the first word that comes to mind when it comes to Miranda, lol. That´s why I can´t really see MC crafting something that resembles the very being which keeps her locked up and away from the world cause MC belongs to her and her alone for comfort.

If anything, MC would probs try and use it as a voodoo doll, LMAO. Our girl does love pushing buttons and testing boundaries, after all. 😉

(Better not let Birb Momma catch you though. 👀)

But also, rather than a plush!Miranda, I think a 🐦‍⬛ plushie would be more likely. Or, hell, perhaps even the real deal?? Miranda frequently transforms into a bunch of em, so I can see this being her way of shutting MC up for a while, lol.

...Whether MC is aware the crow that´s been visiting her for the past few days is one of Miranda´s is another question. 😏

...

We´re also not gonna talk about Miranda giving the crow - a part of herself - the stink eye.

No, we´re not.

Mother Miranda doesn´t get jealous, you insolent wretch.

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

#tumblr asks #mother miranda #resident evil 8 #re 8 #resident evil village #re village #miri the proud #that woman doesn´t get jealous #ever #especially not over her own crow #ridiculous #pfft

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Words: 4,721 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: references to past injury and trauma (nothing graphic), honestly this part is mostly FEELS A/N: This is Part 5 of a series! Find all the parts on my pinned post, the Master List Summary: Daryl and Y/N finally have some time alone to start catching up on their time apart.

Part 4

Daryl was already on the couch when you came back in from getting DJ settled for the night. He looked up at the sound of your soft footsteps and your heart leapt. You sighed and sunk down on the other end of the couch, one of your legs pulled up and tucked beneath you, your body angled toward him.

��All good?” he drawled, and you nodded.

“Yeah. He’s stoked about the bed,” you laughed. You leaned your head on your hand, propped up on your elbow on the back of the couch. Daryl nodded and anxiously chewed on his bottom lip. “Here’s a question: what the hell were you thinking bringing up that squatter? Highly inappropriate for kids!” you laughed.

Daryl shot you an amused look. “Yer the one that actually did it. I wasn’t gonna tell ‘em the whole thing…”

The laughter between the two of you died down and the silence was suddenly tense and thick between you. “Hey, will you tell me,” you paused and gestured to your own cheek and eyebrow, “how you got this scar?”

“Oh—” Daryl shook his hair back out of his eyes and put a hand up to it. “It’s stupid. Ain’t really nothin’.”

Your brow furrowed. “Doesn’t look like nothing,” you said.

He sat up straighter on the couch and nodded. “Nah, it’s dumb more than anythin’. I was livin’ way out—"

“—way out?” you interrupted him.

“Yeah. Way out of Alexandria,” he drawled, avoiding your eyes, consciously or otherwise because of the nearness of the topic to Leah... “It was after Rick—ya know…”

“Oh,” you said, nodding. “Maggie mentioned something about that but there was so much to cover we never circled back to it. “You were looking for him.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. Anyway… I got in a tight spot with some walkers in this old house and—damn metal shelving came down right on my head. One of the shelves, I think, got me in the face. Split it right open.”

Your brow furrowed. “Ouch,” you said, affecting a wince. “Jesus. That must have been a headache. Not to mention a good bruise.”

“Told ya it ain’t a good story,” Daryl drawled.

“Well, you could have lied and dressed it up a bit. Though I have a feeling you have plenty of badass stories on your own without inventing them. And plenty of scars that came with them.”

Daryl gulped and nodded again. He was quite sure it was the same for you. “Uhh—ya said somethin’ ‘bout a book?”

“Oh—right! Yeah. Hang on.” You got up and went to your small pack which was still sitting by the door to the garage. You pulled out a leatherbound book that looked like it had seen many travels. The cover was well-worn and the pages looked somewhat wrinkled from moisture. You came to sit on the couch again, but this time you sunk down right next to Daryl. You held it out to him. “I don’t know what to call it really. A journal? I don’t know.”

He took it from you with curiosity and started unwrapping the leather cord wrapped securely around it to keep it closed. The leather was soft and supple under his fingers. He cracked the spine open and looked at the first page. It was blank except for your name, printed in your distinctive hand, in the middle of the page. He thumbed through a few more pages and they were all covered in your writing.

“The first section isn’t light reading,” you warned him, watching his blue eyes traveling over the pages. “I started it just after we got separated. I think I just needed somewhere to go with all the—all the bullshit in my head,” you laughed dryly. “But that’s not what I wanted to show you. Here.” You flipped to a later section and you stopped at a page that had a Polaroid picture taped to it. It was DJ—but as a still slightly lanky infant. You smiled as Daryl’s thumb smoothed over the white border with your handwriting on it, denoting the date and location. “I didn’t have the camera until he was a few weeks old.” You reached over him and flipped to the next spread. There was a picture of you with him in your arms, looking exhausted but happy. You looked almost exactly the way he remembered you when the two of you had lost each other.

Daryl shook his head a little, fighting an upwelling of emotion that threatened to swamp him like a bubble of cold water rising from some trench in the ocean. “He was so tiny,” he said. Baby DJ had a small shock of dark hair just on the top of his head. Daryl smiled and let out a little laugh. “I dig the hair,” he said, tilting his head slightly toward you, but not tearing his eyes away from the photo. His thumb moved aimlessly to touch the white border again, as if he was hoping to somehow reach himself into the scene and really be there.

You smiled at the softness on Daryl’s face and glanced back at the book open on his lap. “Yeah. I called him Alfalfa until he was about two. Took that long for the rest of it to grow out and match. And then he had these little curls in the back—unbelievably cute. I never wanted to cut his hair.”

Daryl’s heart was soaring just seeing the photos, but it was soaring with an ache in it that couldn’t be cured—it was the ache of lost time, of missing out on incredibly precious moments he couldn’t get back. Maybe you sensed something in him, because you shifted a little closer on the couch and Daryl glanced over at you, suddenly realizing how close your face was to his, only a mere five or six inches away. His blue eyes flickered down to your lips and back up to study the hues in your irises. But you ducked your head the next moment and turned your attention back to the little book even as Daryl’s heart was still racing.

“This has everything in it,” you said. Your voice was low and soft and he found it calming in a way nothing else ever calmed him. Daryl shot you a questioning glance. “Well—not everything, but I wrote summaries in it through the seasons of our life, me and DJ. You’ll find the most important things in there along with the few photos I have, more when he was little because they just change so fast then. But—I found myself writing a lot of it to—to you,” you said. Daryl looked over at you in surprise. “I don’t know why, but a lot of it came out as if I was writing you letters. I don’t know if I really thought you’d ever get to read them or if I just hoped you would but—I wanted you to know our son and our life apart I guess.” Daryl’s blue eyes flickered between yours again. He was overwhelmed at that. “I always wanted to put something else on the first page,” you said with a soft smile. “Um—remember at the prison—Glenn and Maggie had that Polaroid camera? And we borrowed it and took that—"

“—picture in bed that day,” Daryl finished. “When it was rainin’ outside and we’d spent all day hidin’ from it and everythin’ else together.” You nodded. “Yeah. I remember… How the hell could I ever forget that?” His deep voice with that hint of gravel sent goosebumps rising up on your skin.

You sighed and subconsciously bit your bottom lip. Daryl looked at the dark fray of your lashes fanned out toward your cheeks. “I wonder what happened to that picture. God, I wished I had it in my pack when—in Atlanta, I mean. I had this weird fear that I was going to forget your face, like all the horrible shit I kept seeing, all the bad shit that kept happening, it was going to just… push everything good out of my head.” You paused briefly and swallowed down the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat. “But I hope it was just lost and… went into the ether somewhere. Unseen by anyone else but us,” you said, catching his eyes again, managing a sad sort of smile. There was a queer expression on his face. You cocked your head. “What?”

Daryl gulped and cleared his throat. “Ain’t nobody else that’s seen it, but it ain’t in the ether somewhere,” he drawled. Your eyes widened in amazement and there was a stunned silence.

“You—you still have it?” you asked in disbelief.

He bit his bottom lip and nudged his nose up in a nod. “Yeah. It was in your pack back at the church and—s’the only picture I had of ya.” Your wide eyes were a bit glassy.

Your teary smile widened. “Can I see it?”

Daryl nodded again and then handed you back the book, rising to his feet. You expected him to go somewhere to retrieve it but instead he simply slipped off his vest and then reached for his knife in its sheath on the side table.

“What are you doing?” He’d pulled his knife out and was arranging his vest on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He spared you a glance and shrugged. “I—I was worried ‘bout losin’ it somehow, with all the shit that happens out there, ya know.” He skillfully slit open a small seam in the lining on the left side of his vest and quickly pulled out a little plastic bag with the distinctive shape of a Polaroid picture in it. He looked at it for a long moment and then held it out to you.

Instead of looking at the picture right away, you were staring at him with a furrowed brow and slightly wide, soft eyes. “You sewed it into the lining of your vest?” He only ducked his head and nodded. It wasn’t lost on you that it had been in the left side near the chest—closest to his heart. “Daryl Dixon…” you said softly, shaking your head, your eyes brimming with tears now again.

He’d never showed it to anyone—never even told anyone he had it. Not even Rick or Carol. But there was a reason he always wore his vest everywhere, a reason he was so protective of it, why it had been the one thing that was the most unbearable to have taken from him by the Saviors—even over his crossbow. The idea of Dwight wearing that vest around with that picture of you and him in it, his only photo of you, a special and intimate moment captured when things had been so good and had felt like they were going to be that way indefinitely, it was almost too much to cope with.

Finally, you looked down at the photo. It was exactly as you remembered it, except that you and he seemed even younger than you had pictured in your mind. You were lying in bed next to each other, tucked under the covers. You were curled into him with his arm under you, your hand resting on his chest, looking up at the camera with content and blissed out, sleepy smiles. “Feels like a lifetime ago and yet—like just yesterday.”

“Yeah,” Daryl drawled, staring down at his hands, which were now fiddling with his knife anxiously. You held it back out to him and he shot you a furtive glance. “Nah. Maybe ya should keep it now. I’ve had it the last ten years. Ya can add it to the book where ya wanted it.”

You shook your head. “No. I think you should put it right back where you had it. Unless you think it doesn’t belong there anymore.”

He didn’t hesitate to take it back from you and he took another good long look at it, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully, before he slipped it right back into the lining, and you felt your heart skip a beat at that.

“I can sew that for you in the morning,” you said. “I didn’t realize my request was going to have you cutting a hole in your vest.”

“Nah, s’alrigh’. I been sewin’ it closed again for ten years. I’ve got it down to a science,” he drawled with a dry laugh. Electricity seemed to materialize between the two of you again as he glanced back at you—the air was swollen with it like the atmosphere before a lightning strike.

You felt suddenly warm and tore your eyes away from his. Chicken, you thought. “You can hang onto that book for a while if you want. It’ll catch you up faster and—you can at least see DJ grow up in a way. A lot of it is written to you anyway…”

Daryl nodded and accepted it from you again. “Yeah…” He nervously scratched at a non-existent itch on the back of his head. “I ain’t got anythin’ like this for ya. Wish I did. Just got a long line of memories, some foggier than others.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just pepper you with questions,” you said, jest in your voice. He laughed and nodded.

His mind turned to more practical matters, perhaps as a distraction for the way he was feeling, like he was barely managing to balance on one foot at the end of a precipice, about to tumble over if he just let himself tilt forward... He badly wanted to reach for you, but you had just gotten here, weren’t even settled… and some part of him needed to tell you about Leah before—before anything happened. If anything ever would happen? He was wracked with self-doubt. But if he didn’t tell you about Leah, if something could happen between you and him, it wouldn’t feel… honest? Daryl slipped away from those thoughts and focused on how to keep his family afloat. “I was thinkin’, we need supplies in a big way, especially with bringin’ ya’ll in. We ain’t got any backstock or livestock or crops since the Whisperers and the horde trashed everythin’. Probably need to make a run tomorrow and not come back until I’ve got somethin’.”

Your brow furrowed again with concern. “Okay. Yeah. Hey—I’m in,” you said, gently touching him on the arm. “But don’t forget—DJ wants a bike ride,” you said with a smile.

“Can’t forget that,” Daryl drawled. There was a beat and both of you were searching for something else to say when a door opened and soft footsteps came padding down the hall. RJ appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. Daryl was immediately on his feet, your book still clasped in his hand. “Hey, bud. Ya alrigh’?”

RJ shook his head. “I had a bad dream about Mom,” he said.

“Aww, no… Hey—it’s alrigh’. S’just a dream, but I know that can be real scary. Why I don’t I come help ya get back to sleep?” RJ nodded and Daryl shot you a look over his shoulder. You smiled at him and gave him a nod.

“I’m gonna head to bed too,” you said. “Hope you have only good dreams now, RJ.” The two of them disappeared down the hall and you extinguished all the lights except for a battery-powered lantern by Daryl’s vest which you left on dimly.

Settling into the soft bed next to DJ, gently kissing his cheek and stroking his hair away from his face, you were finally able to close your eyes and let yourself sink deeply down into slumber in a way you hadn’t since your home had fallen.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You awoke early the next morning and the house was still silent and dark. The sun was not yet high enough above the horizon to touch Alexandria as you peered out the window at the still streets. DJ was deeply asleep and you pulled on the only change of clothes you had, much cleaner than what you had been wearing, and moved through the house silently. You were surprised to see, when you reached the doorway into the living area, that Daryl was asleep on the couch. Your journal was beneath one of his hands, dropped down onto his chest as if he’d fallen asleep reading it. On the coffee table beside him, the photo of you and him that you’d taken at the prison was out again from its safe place in his vest, lying face up on top of the worn leather. You felt a stirring in your heart as you looked at him and a profound desire to wake him up so you could look into his bright blue eyes and tell him—tell him everything that wanted to burst out of you. Instead, you took one last long look and tried to memorize the scene, before letting yourself out quietly through the front door.

You walked around the interior of the wall and passed a couple people on guard at the section that was being repaired. Otherwise, you saw no one until you paused in front of a large building that was built out of lumber that still looked fairly new. Then, you heard soft footsteps behind you and your hand strayed to the handle of your knife in its sheath as you spun around.

“Whoa! Sorry,” chuckled the man in front of you. He was tall and lean with a salt and pepper beard and held his hands up in a gesture of goodwill. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

You swallowed the tightness in your throat down and breathed a small sigh of relief, but your hand stayed on your knife. He eyed it and a small smirk tugged at his lips.

He pointed to it. “You were out there a while,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “Anybody with reflexes like that has sure as shit been in the shit.”

You still didn’t say anything and eyed him warily. He seemed at ease despite your stoic reception of him.

“I, uhh—I saw you come in yesterday with the rest of the new crew,” he explained. “Planning to stick around? I know it doesn’t look like much but—” he shrugged, glancing around at the construction at the wall and the half-ruined buildings. “—this place ain’t bad.”

Your brow furrowed and you stared at him. “Who the hell are you?” you finally asked.

“Uhh—” he shifted his weight a little anxiously and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Knew we’d get to that eventually,” he said with a wry laugh. He smoothed a hand over his short hair and for the first time seemed uncomfortable. “I’m Negan…”

You nodded. “Okay. Negan.” He was watching you carefully as if to read your reaction but your expression was blank, perhaps purposefully so. It wasn’t lost on him that you’d walked in with Maggie and the rest of her people. He could only assume that his name had meaning for you.

“I just—I saw you had a kiddo with you,” he said, ducking his eyes from you for the first time and replacing his other hand in his pocket. “Thought maybe it would help to know that this is—this is actually a good place.” He hazarded another glance up at you but you were still unreadable. Your hand was still on the handle of your knife too.

“If I thought otherwise, do you think I’d still be here?” you replied.

He chuckled nervously and nodded. “Fair point.” He hesitated for a moment, at a loss of where to go next with this failure of a conversation. “So, do you—”

“I know who are you, Negan.” The muscle in your jaw tensed as his hazel eyes, now narrowed almost in a wince, met yours. “I know what you did. Not all of it, yet, but enough.”

“Yeah…” He hung his head again, his shoulders seeming to sag on his frame.

“And that kid?” you went on. “My son. His name is DJ. It’s for Daryl Jr,” you said pointedly. Negan’s eyes shot back up to yours immediately and went slightly wide.

“Ah, shit,” he swore under his breath. “Look, I was just tryin’ to have a conversation. I’m—I—,” he said. Then he paused again and glanced back up at you. “Daryl has a kid? He’s got a kid that old? How the hell did—” His curiosity suddenly overwhelmed his shame about his past and his concern that the archer would hear he’d been sniffing around you.

Your eyes narrowed dangerously. “You think I’m going to explain our story to you? I don’t even know you, and the bits I do know—” you cocked your head, “—not a fan. So, just do me a favor and stay the hell away from DJ, and from Hershel, and from Maggie. If you don’t, I’ll be the one to kill you. Not her. Deal?”

He nodded. “Yep… Deal. Got it.”

You turned and left, heading back to Daryl’s, hoping you’d gotten your point across well enough. Maggie had of course told you what had happened at the line-up, how she’d lost Glenn, and what the Saviors had done to the communities and the war. She had also told you that Daryl had been taken prisoner, though she didn’t know any details about what that had been like for him. She said he never spoke about it to anyone, except maybe to Carol. Maybe Negan was different now. Some of your old family seemed to believe he was, but some things were unforgivable in your mind…

When you quietly entered the house again, Daryl was awake and softly moving around in the little kitchen. He turned when he sensed you come in to the room. “Hey,” he greeted you. “Everythin’ alrigh’? I thought ya were still sleepin’,” he drawled.

“Yeah, all good. Just took a walk when I woke up,” you explained. “I, uhh… I met Negan,” you said, carefully watching his expression. His face immediately darkened.

“The hell was he doin’?” Daryl growled.

“I don’t know. He must have been doing the same thing I was, I guess. Taking an early morning walk?”

Daryl’s eyes were still narrowed and he felt a swell of protective anger. “The hell did he say? Look, if he was botherin’ ya, just tell me and I’ll deal with it. I’ve been lookin’ for an excuse to punch him out as long as I can remember.” “It was—it was fine, Daryl. He came over to introduce himself or something. Said he saw us come in yesterday and wanted to tell me Alexandria was a good place… because he saw DJ with me.”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “I’ll talk to him. Tell him to fuck off,” he said darkly, the muscle in his jaw tensing as he clenched his teeth together. If there was any one person he wanted to stay away from you and DJ, it was Negan Smith.

“It’s okay. I already did,” you said. “I told him if I see him coming near DJ or Hershel or Maggie that I’ll kill him.”

Daryl shook his head and actually let out a small laugh. “I—I shoulda known ya’d already have it taken care of.” He leaned back against the counter behind him, his arms crossed over his chest. It seemed to make the broadness of his shoulders and the tapering of his body to his waist more pronounced and you felt a wash of heat in your chest.

“Yeah, it’s alright… He knows about DJ. I wanted to make that clear.”

Daryl nodded. “Okay.” He sighed heavily. “He ain’t—he ain’t like he was. But I still dun trust him all the way. And I definitely dun fuckin’ like him,” he growled.

You nodded. “It doesn’t change what he did, though, even if he isn’t the same now as he was.” Daryl ducked your gaze and nodded, now anxiously shifting his weight from one hip to the other.

“No. It fuckin’ doesn’t.”

You sighed. “Sooo… How far did you get in that book of mine last night?”

Daryl was about to answer you, suddenly realizing of course that you must have seen him passed out on the couch when you left this morning. But suddenly Dog came barreling into the room, quickly followed by a smiling RJ and Judith. It wasn’t long before DJ was also up and about, probably awakened by the noise you all were making in the kitchen. Soon you were heating up the last little bit of stew from the night before on the stove for the kids, while Daryl was setting the table. You couldn’t stop glancing over your shoulder at him and and smiling because he was smiling and because after so long he was made real in front of you, and he was different but the same too. As you were sure you were. After the makeshift breakfast, Daryl and Judith washed the dishes together while you and DJ helped dry. It was positively domestic. You felt as if you’d stepped through a magic door into a different dimension. Finally, Daryl turned to DJ and smiled at him.

“Well, what d’ya think ‘bout takin’ a ride on that bike I got?” he asked him. “As long as yer mom is still good with it. We can see if there are any rabbits out there, maybe set some new snares—get some dinner for everybody.”

DJ glanced over at you with a pleading smile on his face and you grinned. “Of course. You’ve got a helmet for him?” Daryl nodded. “Good. Alright.” You bent down to his eye-level and put your hands on his shoulders. “You stick right with him, okay? And you do whatever he says if there’s any trouble.”

“I know. I will,” DJ promised you. You kissed the top of his head and met Daryl’s blue eyes.

“We won’t be gone too long. Ya mind watchin’ Jude and RJ?” Daryl asked, tilting his head toward the living room where they were coloring on some scraps of paper with Dog laying down as if on guard.

“I don’t mind. We’ll pay Carol a visit and see what we can do to help around here,” you said.

Daryl nodded. “Alrigh’. We’ll only be a couple hours and then—uhh, if yer still up for it, you and I can head back out. We’ll have to see if Maggie and maybe Rosita and Gabe can watch the kids.”

You nodded again. “Yeah. I can swing by and see.”

DJ came running back out with his small pack on and his bow in hand, absolutely grinning from ear to ear. His knife was in its little sheath on his belt too.

Daryl ruffled his hair with light in his eyes that seemed entirely new. “Alrigh’, boss. You and me. Let’s do it. See if we can get yer mom some dinner.” He headed toward the door and then looked back at you as you called a last goodbye.

“Be careful,” you said.

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod. “Hey—I ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen to him.”

You smiled and nodded. “I know.”

He gave you a long look, as if he was memorizing the sight of you. Maybe he was. “We’ll see ya later.”

“I know that, too. Good luck.” And with that, they were into the garage and you soon heard the roar of Daryl’s bike droning into the distance.

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girldreaming · 1 year ago

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Roseblood

can’t stop thinking about being Dina’s friend and flirting with Ellie but knowing you can’t actually do anything with her >:)

sweet girl ellie inauguration to da blog!

pairing: ellie williams x dina’s friend reader

warnings: mention of weed and alcohol, Ellie’s refers to reader as a girl, she’s kinda mean at the end but other than that nuthin! no smut soz

wc: 1k-ish

As you swung the door to your apartment open, you were taken aback, Ellie Williams was wearing shorts, denim at that, hitting just above her knees. Have you ever seen her in shorts? Maybe once while you were swimming but never, ever like this.

“Jorts!” You quip, eyeing them down, they fit her well, hugging the small swell of her hips before appearing loose around her thighs.

“You like ‘em?” She smiles, pulling you into a hug as you avoid hitting the pack of beer in her hand as she wraps around your shoulder, giving you a tight squeeze before drawing back and past you into your den.

You nod, “Cute.”

As she walks around you, your eyes flash to her butt, the familiar Levi’s tag causing your heart to stop.

“Don’t tell me those were your blue jeans.” You whine, her beloved denim that you’d found yourself weirdly attached to. All of her jeans were black or indigo, never the light blue fade of that pair she’d found in the thrift store so many years ago.

“I have some bad news.” She deadpans, placing the six-pack onto the kitchen counter for emphasis. You knew what had been done, but somehow it was worth it, her freckled knees peeking out from the frayed edges. How did she even get freckles there? You had to stop yourself from staring as if she hadn’t already noticed.

“Go get ready,” she nods towards your room, “D’s gonna be here in like ten minutes.”

You shuffle over to your bed, not bothering to close the door as you racked your brain for outfit options. It’d be nice if Ellie could help you, though anything you’d show her would put her in a daze, a twirl in a garbage bag from you already too much.

“You bring weed?”

“Course I did!” She yells back, scoffing.

“Already stoned, aren’t you?” You smile even though she can’t see. She never tried to hide the hazy pink of her eyes ever since you looked at them all those nights ago and told her how pretty they looked, bloodshot and all. You liked how much more she looked your way when she was smoking, her squinted eyes seemingly more interested in you than anyone else.

“Use your brain, smart girl.” Ellie made her way to the doorway, leaning into it just to catch sight of you. The room was a disaster, every piece of clothing strewn over every surface as you’d already attempted to find an outfit, but she didn’t notice or let her gaze falter off of what was in front of her.

That phrase always spilled out of Ellie around you, pretty girl, smart girl, her sweet girl. The first time it happened your stomach flipped and it slowly - with time - turned into the flutter you felt now, familiar but stunning all at once.

She just wants you to turn around and face her, but instead you stay put, lifting your pajama shirt over your head. It was a tease, you knew that, but you also knew she was looking, fueling the fire inside the two of you that was ignited the second you laid eyes on each other.

“You’re being a perv, Ellie.” You laugh and turn your head towards her, your covered chest remaining out of view.

It wasn’t often the two of you were alone and never in your apartment, yet you were still under the looming arrival of Dina. Nothing was going to happen, nothing you’d get to think about besides her words that right now were just for you, spoken only to you.

“You’re puttin’ on a show for me, I’m just watching.” She was getting cocky now, her head tilting as she sipped from her beer, the condensation dripping off of the cold amber glass and onto the floor. You loved it when she’d get like this, confident and knowing what she was doing.

She wasn’t wrong, you were putting on a show for her, letting the strap of your bra droop down your shoulder and giving her something to remember and pull back out later, but you wouldn’t admit it, not to her at least. Her brain kept a folder of you, of moments when you’d look at her that way. It held memories you’d made, like that night when you let her hold the joint to your lips, eyes wide looking up to find hers in awe at your mouth wrapped around it. When you’d gone to the lake and just so happened to only have Ellie around to tie your bikini, her fingertips lingering a touch too long for it to be accidental. This moment was going into the folder as she made a mental snapshot of your eyelashes fluttering along every syllable you spoke and the bare curve of your waist as it turned into your hips.

“Am not.”

“Yeah, I think you are.” She nods, swallowing the sour liquid with a struggle, a gulp. If she wasn’t so high her hand would be shaking, but her fingers were steady as they ran along the hinge of the doorway.

“Do you want a show?” Your fingers dance along the waistband of your sleep shorts, thumbs hooked on either side, ready to pull them down. Your heart’s racing as you watch her mouth hang open, head unconsciously nodding.

You think you hear a please but it’s indiscernible as to which voice said it.

A knock at the door shoots you out of your Ellie haze but she stays locked onto you as embarrassment floods your almost bare body. Your eyes meet hers and she almost crumbles at how doe eyed you are, how scared you must be. The furrowing of your brows make your eyes seem even wider and she can’t stop the words from forming, spewing out of her without a thought.

“Don’t get the door.” She shakes her head, watching you still as your eyes remain in shock. There was no way she was letting you out of this, no way this was going to slip from her fingers and become just another torment at the hands of you.

“It’s Dina.” You mutter, annoyance laced in with the disappointed tone.

“Did I stutter?”

“Ellie, she can probably hear us.” You scoff, reaching for your thrown off shirt trying to decide if it was worth all the trouble to even go out tonight, the desire leaving you as quickly as you throw on the top and try to move past Ellie, but you’re stopped by her arm in the doorway, her palm meeting the side. The walls are thin, your bedroom adjacent to the hall, feet away from the door being pounded on by an inpatient Dina. Her tone is a whisper, but it carries the same weight of her normal cadence as she leans into your ear.

“Then shut up and give me a fucking show.”

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frozenhi-chews · 2 months ago

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Hoooookay. Since I have SO MANY ASKS in my inbox, I'm gonna answer all of em. Yeah. Because so many overlap I'm just gonna. Do that. Yeehaw. All under the cut cuz THIS IS GONNA BE VERY LONG

Take this, here we go!!

Ask game here

🍧 - If you had to put a label on your relationship with f/o, childhood sweetheart? married? tell me!

Enemies to lovers, and married. These two are freaking dorks who were obvious even before they dated

🔥- who gets jealous easier?

I would say Starlo. But that's only in the insecure "why can't I be like that, of course she likes them" way. He does get over it pretty quickly though.

💋 - if you two were a romance trope what would it be?

Enemies to oblivious gays to lovers to insufferable married couple

🎂 - how do you two celebrate each other's birthday?

Fitting how I'm answering this six days before my birthday! I actually had planned out a scenario where Pancake gets the whole town to throw a surprise party for Starlo. Stars obviously tries to do the same thing, just in a different way. And it works. Hehe.

Also Starlo gives Pancake a LOT of gifts

🧊 - who sings in the shower?

STARLO. Pancake does too, but she's not as LOUD as Starlo. Pancake knows he's taking a shower, not because the water is on, but because she can hear "LIIIIFE IS A HAAAIIIWAAAAYYYY, IM GONNA DRIVE IT ALLLLL NIIIIGHT LOOOONG!!" from halfway across the house

🔮 - who is more protective?

PANCAKE. Starlo is also pretty protective, but HOO MAN that title goes to Pancake. She's half Terrorvant (an alien species I made up), and they're insanely and aggressively protective of their loved ones. It's like a guard dog situation. It's literally etched into her blood to be protective. If someone even tries to hurt or kill Starlo, or any of her other friends, she will make sure that death is a mercy to the perpetrator. You Do Not Make Pancake Mad. Ever.

🩰 - who is the better dancer?

Pancake is better at dancing on her own, Starlo is better at couple dancing. And he loves to dance with her. Heck it's a chance to teach her, and he loves seeing her flustered face

🎈 - what is your most precious memory with them?

Probably playing UTY for the first time and seeing him for the first time in game. Hooo he's awesome.

🐇 - what kind of pet do you think you could raise together with them?

Cat. Horse maybe. But definitely a cat. Pancake finds a black and white spotted cat, Starlo is REFUSING to look after said cat. And later he's seen napping with Moo on his chest!

💍 - what is their view on marriage?

They both wanted to get married. Pancake has had several failed relationships, but still wants a partner. And Starlo wants a family of his own, despite his heartbreak. It's also that his mom REALLY wants him to get married, and thats a bit of pressure on him. Still, he wants that

🎀 -do you have any matching clothes with them? If so, what does it look like?

YES!! The same matching PJ set. Starlo saw Pancake changing PJs cuz she got too hot with him under the covers, and he's a clinger too. So he bought them matching star PJs

🧸 - favourite gifts from each other?

For Pancake, it's the locket Starlo gave her before they started dating. For Starlo, it's any plush she wins him at an arcade or carnival game

🌱 - how do you make up with each other after an argument?

Mostly by talking, or letting each other process it for a bit. They'll eventually talk it out. Sometimes it just takes longer

🩹 - if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?

Refer back to Pancake being PISSED if you hurt Starlo. She will Not Be Happy, and will probably make herself look like the worse person just to get you to back off from hurting Starlo. If Starlo walked up to her injured, instead of her catching someone hurting him, she'll patch him up calmly and then ask for names. He can't tell her cuz their names will be in the newspaper the next day. Somehow

Starlo would also be pissed. Not as much as Pancake, but he will defend her and bite back. Yeah don't make him mad either. He's not too much of a genuine fighter, but he does have training from Pancake

❄️ - how would you spend Christmas with them?

Cozy, warm, with LOTS of gifts, most from Starlo. Probably with his family too. Eventually it'll be cozy and warm back at home, watching the snow fall with gifts around them and a warm fire in the fireplace. Just cozy

🎃 - what is your Halloween costume? Do they match with your f/o?

Irl? It's a TV head cosplay. I feel like he would also wear a TV head to match. And to try something different, other than Westerns

🌠 - if you or your f/o could make one wish come true, what would it be?

For Pancake, it'd be so Starlo can see the actual stars on the surface. And to be with him forever. For Starlo, it's to see his child Clover again

📷 - do you have any photos of your f/o? do you use it as your wallpaper?

I actually have a Starlo wallpaper. Someone got some fanarts and edited them into a wallpaper. And it's been like that for months. And I have over 1400 images of him saved onto my phone-

🫕 - camping together seems fun, who cooks and who set up the tent?

Starlo cooks, Pancake sets up the tent

🍝 - do you two share your foods with each other? have you try feeding them yourself?

Yes, Pancake's made pancakes for Starlo. And yes they occasionally feed each other

🔪 - if they were a yandere, would you still love them?

I don't like yanderes. And being a yandere is completely out of character for him. (I've seen some yan!starlo stuff. It's so freakishly out of character like WHYYYY)

💄- what nicknames or pet names do you two use for each other?

A-HA!! TRAP CARD ACTIVATED!! Though people already know these, teehee.

Starlo's nicknames for Pancake: Honeybee, Wildflower, Moon Pie, Darlin, Sugar Cube, Hon, Stardust

Pancake's nicknames for Starlo: Stars, Starshine, Rattlesnake, Lemon Cookie, sugar bun

💎 - if you and your f/o were in a fake relationship/marriage, who do you think would lose at falling in love first?

Starlo probably. He just that connection alright?

🍿 - your perception of them and their perception of you?

Pancake's perception: he's kind, loving, sweet, has the biggest and kindest heart of gold. He gets excited extremely easy. He has a lot of weight on his shoulders, and I wanna help him take that load off. I want to see him genuinely smile more.

Starlo's perception of Pancake: She's a shortstack with strength that could easily bend and snap him in half, and that makes her all the more terrifying and hot for it. She's a kind soul as well, gentle and tries to be friends with everyone. Is a little headstrong. Gets things done ahead of time when they need to be. Over enthusiastic sometimes, but that's the way he likes her. She's genuinely sweet. And should see herself in a higher light than she does. He sees her in a very high light, probably higher than she ever will. And that makes him sad. But, she's happiest when she's around him, and he loves that

🌹- if the roles were reversed, your f/o selfship themselves with you, would you two still be obsessed with each other as usual or stronger?

Yes. I've felt it. He definitely would be. THE YEARNING MAN. THE YEARNING-

🍒 - what would your contact names be for each other?

Pancake's would be something silly like "beef" (for boyfriend) or "starboy" or "stars <3"

Starlo's would be something like "Light of my life" or a star/cowboy themed thing

🏷 - what is you and your f/o's ship name? how did you decide on that name?

They actually have two!! Rotten Star and Starcake!!

Rotten Star came from their personas' names. Starlo's being North Star and Pancake's being Rotten Jack. It's essentially their rivalry ship name, back when they were enemies. Hue

Starcake is just their names mashed together. Starlo and Pancake. And yet it's so cute and perfect and aesthetically pleasing!! I love it!!

⏳️ - if you or your f/o travel back in time, is there anything that you want to change in your relationship? maybe some regrets for your actions towards the other in the past?

Maybe stopping the rivalry? Dunno.

And thats it! If any of yall read all of this, here's a cookie 🍪 and I love ya /p

You're amazing!!

#PLEASE have this post. i better not have hit that limit #id be SO MAD #self ship stuff #the cake doth speak #cake asks #starcake #rotten star #🌵💫#fun fact: i listened to the binding of isaac ost while typing this

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blackstarchanx3new · 7 months ago

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FSR rambles 19 traumatic things Link experianced

Pet him like a cat shadow.

At least Link's normal enough to get up now.

Awkward...

Shadow's like "Damn this is weird"

Link's selectively mute still but I'd struggle to talk with four dipshits screaming like cracked out squirrels in my head too so ya know, I don't even blame him for being shitty at communication with Shadow rn.

He's got his priorities in order: FOOD.

Okay but you know Link is mad his plan failed literally the day after he employed it.

I'd be pissed anyway XDDDD

The four of em fell asleep, wake back up and they're right back to square one, ground zero the shit storm he tried to escape from.

That's horrifying in a way I can't quite articulate. "Hopelessness" is the only word coming to mind. Like, everything he did, it didn't matter. It was all for nothing they're BACK to how they were.

His hopes that pulling the sword would fix it: Crushed.

The literal only difference is that Shadow's here.

Which, is BETTER but damn if the disappointment from Link isn't palpable. You can only imagine what's going through his head rn after all this shit, he's just defaulting to a LITTLE BIT of normalcy in making breakfast.

Shadow's back to defaulting to doing: well nothing.

He isn't helping Link and is just WATCHING. Smth literally just yesterday was ALL HE COULD DO.

They're both just defaulting to what they're used to because this shit is too weird.

Is nice of Link to make enough for Shadow though. XD

Haha okay I can get into this:

Literally Shadow and Link simultaneously know each other and don't.

In cannon: Shadow said ONE SENTANCE TO THIS MAN. A SINGLE THING. AND IT WAS MOCKING HIM LMFAO.

Yes Shadow had interaction with the colors but Link and Shadow: Nothing.

So of course he feels awkward around him.

They spent forever together and yet still feel so far away.

It's a tough situation.

Link pulling out the "you sure are quiet" is imo, him trying to be funny.

he continues with "thought you'd be more comfortable with me...at least considering how many times we've kissed"

Obviously this is in reference to Vio lmfao (...Also green but uh we'll get into that later). With Link's eyes matching Vio's.

Link is completely fucking with him and it's funny to me at least. Like he's so deadpan but he's being such a goof rn.

Though it is interesting to note how Link directly says Vio is him without any separation here. Since Vio also thought he was Link last night.

WHY WOULDN'T HE REMEMBER SMOOCHING YA SHADOW???

Shadow clearly not knowing HOW Link works is kinda hilarious but also, nobody knows how this works.

Link casually referencing what Vio said in the fire temple, it's much more obvious now he's goofing with Shadow rn.

Shadow realizing the obvious, that Link IS the same person he's been hanging around just mashed together is a small but good reminder. Like link isn't a stranger fully. He's still the four of them.

Shadow just asking "Is this for me" would seem weird but uhh remember:

He didn't have a BED. He's been a SHADOW for YEARS. Like. Shadow being neglected isn't new. So it's a sad notion but he is shocked he'd be given food.

Link kinda having a "Wtf u mean? duh it's for you." moment.

Also the bomb drop that Link knows about Dark Link...Oops.

Exactly what relationship/how he KNOWS about Dark is kinda, left open since he doesn't elaborate what so ever...

It can be assumed he just knows what everyone else does. Buuut. There's always that "but"

"Link what are you blabbing for they can hear you" - Shadow continuing to not understand how Link works. XD

I don't think it was mentioned anywhere before this but haha Blue was also in on the splitting Link plan. Vio and Red are the only ones left out of some of the loop it seems...But they were mainly worried about Vio catching on.

Link accuratly noting this nightmare isn't anything like the first time. Sorry buddy it's cause you're in an unrated comic by a weirdo fan vs any official Zelda comic. XDDD Which wouldn't allow 90% of what's in this comic I'm sure haha.

Also reasonable train of thought thought Shadow buddy about reverting back into a shadow. What a terrifying thought.

Aw Link's being sweet and- TRIFORCE

Yeah Shadow's sweating bullets considering uh the little fact Ganon said "Here catch, you're evil triforce of power man now"

Takes Link a second to remember back on that convo Shadow and Vio had about the triforce in the flashbacks. PG 179-182 ish if you're curious on brushing up on that.

Oh hi Vio.

I don't think a lot of people caught that this was Vio's design from FS. Which is why Shadow was SO DISTURBED to see him like that. Link's very all over the place mentally and it's showing with his appearance. He's unstable as all hell right now.

Blue chiming in with "Wait a damn minute" remembering Zelda ALSO has the Triforce on her hand.

Vio and Red are being obtuse/ignorant while Blue and Green know smth's up and are getting pissy about it.

Which just makes Link: All over the damn spectrum of emotion about this right now haha.

I'd get tonal whiplash too Shadow.

Link going down the list of things he thought Shadow would want haha.

and Shadow's gay lil confession that all he really wants is Link is sweet.

I mean what else does he have to strive for? He gave up on a lot of his old dreams as pointless after becoming apart of the endless cycle of hatred.

It's noteworthy that Link's outfit glitches to black again.

The line "Which you" was a very fun one to come up with. Because it just, hits ya.

Link isn't one entity. He's multiple. And he literally can't tell who Shadow's talking to in that moment. Because the underlying assumption (To Link and this will become obvious) is that Shadow really only cares about Vio.

All of last night is probably a complete blur/emotional whiplash around Shadow For Link.

Shadow threw a sword at Blue and was VERY hostile, was ALL OVER THE PLACE emotionally with Green mostly being bitter as hell, didn't really acknowledge red and Vio had a complete meltdown over his guilt surrounding Shadow and their friendship and relationship as a whole was all over the place.

Cram that all back together and what is Link supposed to take away from all that. Overall dude had a net negative experience with Shadow and now he's telling him he wants him?

I'd be confused as hell too.

Hi Zelda.

Safe to say that was inevitable given how badly Link was bugging out this entire time.

He couldn't handle seeing Zelda haha.

I don't think people caught Vio is just in his "headspace" outfit. Except it isn't pastel color palette.

Panic attack, featuring Blue. He was the most vocally insistent they draw the sword, was activly trying to force his way out of Link's mish mash body during that whole ordeal. The main take away is that: He HATES being In Link and that was just about the worst nightmare come to life for him.

He doesn't even want Red to touch him, which considering the way it's all but stated Link's magical body is just their bodies pressed together into one form makes the angle that they're all LITERALLY touching each other that much more...ehhh disturbing.

It's okay guys he just needs a minute alone-

Hah. Everyone's leaving you Vio. Doesn't press on the ol anxieties or anything.

Doesn't make it easy for a certain someone to come visit you.

Vio's insecurities focusing around being ALONE and himself are smth that's been fun.

He mainly wants to be Link out of pure selfishness and self hatred. Link is an escape from his own accountability, a way for him to keep himself in check. While Blue finds it to be an outright prison.

Everything Dark is saying about here Vio could also be applied to himself and even Dark says that. He looks miserable while saying it too since Vio's problems are starting to hit a lot closer to home.

At least we got Shadow to yank Vio out of his funk. But Dark has no one to do that for him.

Shadow petting Vio's face here while in a headlock is just, funny to me. Shadow can't affection properly at all lmfao.

But hey he knows when our lil buddy is active. Oops.

Oh the fun they have together alright. 😏

It'll be a real wet and fun time-

What the hell Dark is talking about is left pretty open for now.

But he is getting sick of just sad reactions to what he says.

He's nervous when faced with women. Same bro.

Green and Shadow begging for help on wtf to do with their new squid monster is pretty hilarious to me.

Vio's being perceptive.

"IT IS!?" yeah red. And if you were an interesting character I'd write you doing things. :D

HAH. TRAUMA. DARK LINK RELATED TRAUMA.

Surely that won't bite us in the ass later or anything...

Vio's outfit is very covered up because he's emotionally closed off yada yads I've mentioned this before.

This hasn't been brought up in the comic but Green is afraid of tentacles lmfao so his fear at Dark rn is warranted.

Shadow blatantly not caring what Dark is doing rn because he's busy

Zelda notices right away that Dark defied vaati which must have been weird for her in real time hah.

Shadow's instant response to what to do with Dark is "Murder"

Nice to see you've grown so much shadow lmfao.

Notice how Link being around isn't even the thinly vailed excuse dude just doesn't like Dark Link lmfao. Most of what he said to Dark last night imo was pure projection and again: Not because he cared about Dark. But now he feels like they have an easy to to get rid of him via Zelda. Doesn't have to confront weird feelings if the guy is gone ooomf.

Zelda isn't outright apposed to getting rid of Dark Link but is like "Uhh...But what about link tho-"

Shadow noticed his hair change.

I'm sure he noticed earlier, it's right in his eye sight but background detail of him actually looking at it like "Wtf?"

Also fun pressure to put on Green when he's strung out to shit rn.

HI DARK LINK! :D

Uhhhhhh. Okay then.

So Green's got murder trauma.

He's also just sick of the responsibilities piling on him like a crushing weight.

There's smth to be said about how Dark isn't a murderer so, doesn't have blood around his feet haha visual metaphores haha.

So clarity: Link as a whole person murdered the people who killed his father. And Vio and Green were the ones who had main control in that moment.

Hope that clears some stuff up.

Dark finds this shit hilarious because he's sadistic but Green snaps out of the panic to realize THIS GUY IS DARK LINK.

The moment Green switches from his helpless attire into his current fit was very fun emotionally cause this was the first time someone had ANY amount of control when facing Dark Link. (Excluding Shadow I suppose, in terms of the colors anyway)

Green being a badass is just smth I enjoy and the "Oh shit moment" was very fun to watch people react to haha.

Dark was so excited when seeing Green acknowledge him.

It really goes to show all of his "Nyeh you're such a shitty person" talk is literally not even his own opinion when it comes to the four colors. He's literally just repeating their insecurities and nothing else. Those words have NO BITE to them because Dark doesn't even believe it.

He's so excited to see Green because Green's the ONLY PERSON Who's truly acknowledged him in the head space.

Dark being so overwhelmed with joy he vomits.

Dark really doesn't have a lot of emotional regulation emotionally or physically. Like. The idea here is he's just, so excited he literally physically cannot handle that shit haha. I made a shitpost about it once but it's kinda just, accurate. XD

Green's like "Wtf is wrong with you"

because this isn't ANYTHING he thought he'd be dealing with considering how Shadow was acting/talking about him lmfao.

He was expecting Shadow 2.0 and got...This guy.

Guy who apologizes when acting goofy as shit

Guy who is excited to see him overjoyed even...After utterly destroying him not 2 seconds ago.

Just. A silly. Goofy guy.

It is fun to have Dark switch IMEDIATELY to depressed as hell thinking about how he's been so alone.

I would really describe Dark's excitement here as pure mania. because at the root Dark is a depressed individual.

Dark gives no shits when faced with death.

No begging or pleading for his life just "idk do what you want to I don't care"

Which, Dark Link's lack of care for his own personal safety has been shown off before and will only be a continued trend.

At the end of the day it shows a clear lack of self respect or care for himself.

Dark doesn't value himself.

Green's mercy here is rooted in his own selfishness.

He doesn't WANT to kill Dark Link because he doesn't want to hurt people. Which him and Vio did.

Green is ALSO very exhausted. And what you get is two individuals who would typically be at each other's throats, who aren't interested in fighting each other because they're just so worn out. The drive just isn't there.

Which leads them to being able to actually talk to each other in a meaningful way. And I just find that interesting.

Under different circumstances, these two very well could have fought here. XD

#FSR rambles #four swords returns au #four swords returns #four swords adventures #four swords manga #four swords #loz fsr au #loz #dark link #green link #shadow link #red link #zelda #fsr

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Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

#lark says #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #In order of men: Jeremy Knox. Neil. EVERYONE ELSE. Riko….. Nathan— /ref

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Nobody else (chapter 5)

Title: Nobody else Summary:It’s because of them that she keeps fighting. Because of all of them.

An Ian Doyle arc AU. Word count: 2,4k Rating: Mature Warnings: Violence, guns, knives, reference to blood, injury and broken bones. Mention of throwing up. Canon typical violence. Hospital stays.

2010

She’s woken up to loud laughter, the kind of laugh that she rarely heard from Jack nowadays. She smiles as she stretches on the bed, content to hear the sound of Aaron and Jack from down the hall. The clattering of pans lets her know that they’re cooking, probably pancakes because she knew that it was Jack’s favorite, and something they usually did on Sunday mornings.

It was almost sickeningly domestic, their life together. Something she never really had imagined for herself. When she gets up she’s quiet as she makes her way towards the kitchen, her smile only getting bigger as she hears Aaron’s voice, telling Jack to be careful and not that many chocolate chips.

“You can never have too much chocolate.” She tells them and is greeted by two smiling faces, Jack’s a copy of his fathers. “Can you Jack?”

“Exactly, Emily said so!” Jack nods and reaches for the chocolate again but Aaron is quicker and he puts them high in the cabinet where he knows his son won’t reach. In return Jack pouts and jumps off the chair he had been standing on.

“It’s not fair that you always gang up on me.” He feigns a huff just as she comes to stand by his side. His arm sneaks around her waist automatically to pull her closer.

“That’s because we are clearly right, and you’re wrong.” She teases, her lips grazing his throat as she speaks and he pinches her side in return, causing her to jump.

“Don’t start,” His voice lowers as he speaks, his eyes on Jack who’s made his way towards the kitchen table. “Or I’ll add some pretty bruises to that fantastic ass of yours once Jessica has picked Jack up.”

When her cheeks tint pink, he can’t help the low hum of satisfaction that rumbles in his throat before he presses a kiss to her lips.

“Thought so.”

“You’re insatiable.” She mumbles against his lips before pressing another swift kiss against his lips.

“Can you really blame me? You’re my everything Em.”

2011

She wakes up back in the same room that she had run from. Her mind is fuzzy, barely remembering escaping, only having flashes of cold rain and a painful fall. She’s nauseous and she doesn’t know if it’s from hitting her head or the drugs that Ian clearly had used. Her body is heavy, the pain somehow feeling duller than it had for days.

It’s dark, it was always dark with the windows being boarded up, but she catches a hint of sunlight from under the door. It must be daytime, whether it was the next day or if it had been days since she had tried to escape she had no way of knowing. Everything felt like a dream, no scratch that, a nightmare. There was no sign of Clyde, but next to her on the wooden floor there was another pool of dried blood and she knew he was dead.

The room smelled like iron, sweet and sickly and she knew Ian had decided not to clean up only to make her suffering worse. Her clothes were ripped, she was shivering from the cold. The silence felt deafening and she found herself wanting to scream just to hear something besides the thumping of her own heartbeat. But she stayed quiet and still on the cold floor, too tired to try and move, too dizzy to keep her eyes open.

She had been so close, but it hadn’t been enough.

She’s walking on a path, gravel crunching under her feet with every step she takes. The sounds irritates her, makes her anxious so she stands still and looks around. She can’t see much of anything, green and yellowing fields surrounding her, except the lonely road she’s walking on. She’s afraid, feeling like the only person in the world, hiding from something, or someone. But then she sees something, a figure in the distance, her blonde hair flying in the wind. She’d recognize that woman anywhere. Even though they hadn’t seen each other in weeks.

“JJ!” She calls and the figure turns, familiar blue eyes and a wide smile greeting her and she starts to run towards the other woman.

“You came!” She grins and Emily wraps her in a hug that is too tight, probably tight enough to hurt the other woman, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“I need you.” She whispers, fear still lingering in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m here. I came as soon as I heard.” She takes her hand and they start to walk again, the gravel sounding less like crunching now, every step a little easier. JJ was her best friend and she knew that the other woman would always be there when she needed it.

But somehow, she still felt alone.

“I’m so close to giving in.” She says and they stop walking. When she looks around it’s suddenly dark around them, the fields looking like an endless ocean of danger now.

“You can’t. You have to keep going.” Blue eyes stay on hers, keeping her grounded.

“How?” She feels a tear roll down her cheek and JJ carefully wipes it away.

“You’ll figure it out.” She looks around and sighs. “I have to go.”

“JJ, don’t leave me. Please don’t go.” She tries clutching at her hand, but she slips through her fingers like smoke.

“I’m right here, Em. I’m coming, we are coming.”

“Rise and shine.”

The door is wide open when she opens her eyes, cold air forcing her to clench her jaw to keep her teeth from shattering. He’s standing right in front of her, his dirty shoes in her face and it’s the first thing she sees. She grunts when he pushes her with his foot to roll onto her back, the suddenness of it making pain shoot through her.

“You finally going to kill me?” Her voice is weak and raspy, her throat dry but she still manages a smug smile.

“Oh love, you’re underestimating me.” He grabs her shirt and it rips even more, exposing her skin to the cold air and her bra showing. “I told you I’d keep you alive, and I will. You’re going to watch everyone you love die, one by one. You’ll have a front row show.” He snarls in her face as he forces her to stand. “And when I kill that boy of yours I’ll make sure to tell him that it’s because of you that he’s going to die.”

“Ian…” She feels her eyes tear as she thinks about Jack and Ian smiles in return, menacing and cruel in every way.

“You’ve always been so pretty when you cry.” He swipes a tear from her cheek with his thumb and then licks it off as she flinches from his touch. “You tried to break me, for years you’ve known where Declan was and you never once thought about how that would make me feel did you? Not once did you imagine the pain I was in while rotting away in North Korea. Now you know.”

“He didn’t deserve to live your life. He deserved more and now he has it.” She feels his hold on her tighten even more, breaking the seams of her shirt. When he throws the scraps of what’s left she feels his eyes on her and she tries to cover herself the best she can.

“Still beautiful, I’ll admit.”

“You’re vile.” She wants to spit at him, but her mouth is too dry. When he grabs her upper arm hard enough to bruise she grits her teeth to keep from making any sound but she knows that he’s bruising her skin with his hold. He starts to drag her along, forcing her to walk the graveled road to the main house. Small stones break the skin of her already torn up soles but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.

The gravel crunches under his shoes and she’s reminded of her dream, of JJ with her kind smile and unrelenting patience. She thinks of her best friend and the nights they spent together, how they would communicate without words and how she would always be by her side through thick and thin.

He hauls her inside and towards one of the backrooms, still muttering about Declan and the pain he would cause her, but she shuts him out and instead she thinks of her best friend, of her family, she needed to be strong for them.

She feels cold metal around her wrists and that’s when she finally pays him attention again. He’s rolling something towards her and when he lifts the sheet she sees a type of machine.

“What are you doing?”

“A four-leaf clover should be a nice addition to your other tattoos.” The sound of the electric needle makes her eyes widen. “You still have two don’t you?”

“Yeah, and that’s enough ink, thanks.” She says dryly even as he turns the electricity higher.

“Ink?” He huffs as he walks around her, needle still in hand. “No, no the North Koreans can’t afford ink. They brand themselves.” He grips her hair tight enough for her eyes to water and pulls her head back. “And I want you to remember this forever.”

The burning pain forces her to cry out, it’s unlike any other pain she’s felt before. The smell of her burnt flesh makes her nauseous again and she’s sure that she’ll throw up. But he keeps her pinned even as she tries to fight him, his hold on her unrelenting.

The corners of her eyes start going dark and she thinks she’s going to pass out again, but Ian splashes water on her face from a dirty bottle she hadn’t noticed beside her. He wanted her awake, to feel every agonizing second of his torture. In the back of her mind she knows that this is it, this is his final punishment before leaving her to go hunt down her team. She knows they’re looking for her, that it had been close to a week now, that they had to be close. At least, that’s what she was hoping.

When he finally pushes the machine away from her she gasps, the pain still intense, the burn of it something that will be as etched to her memory as his mark is on her skin. She doesn’t fight him when he unlocks the handcuffs and hauls her up to stand, but he still cuffs her hands together behind her back. He wasn’t going to risk her running again, even now when she was too weak to do much of anything.

“Look at yourself.” His voice is low in her ear and when she looks up they’re standing in front of a mirror. Her pants are torn, her skin dirty and marred with bruises and cuts, but she barely notices any of it, her eyes immediately drawn to the angry red mark on her chest. “You’ll bear this mark, my mark for the rest of your life.”

Her eyes flick to his face behind her, he looks pleased, he’s enjoying this more than he’s letting on, the evidence of it pressed against her even through his jeans. He had always been a sadist, had always enjoyed the pain he caused people, but she thinks that maybe she underestimated just how much until now.

For a second she thinks he’s going to force himself on her, his hand slowly moving towards the waistline of her pants, but the sound of loud boots against wooden floorboards stops him.

“We got a problem.” Liam says the second he’s inside the room, barely even sparing her a second glance as Ian lets go of her and she stumbles forward. “They’re here.”

Her heart immediately starts hammering in her chest, they were here, they were coming. She felt fear for her team, that they were being led into a trap but she also knew that they were her last chance. She stays silent though, keeps her face as neutral as possible as she dares a look at Ian who looks calm, which worries her even more.

“We knew they would, eventually.” Ian reaches for his gun and pulls the safety. “Get her into basement, quickly.”

Once against rough hands grab her, Liam’s large hands almost enclosing around her upper arm as he drags her further into the house. She tries to keep up, but she’s dehydrated and dizzy and she keeps stumbling over her own feet, slowing them down.

“I swear I’ll shoot you myself if you don’t fucking stop.” He mutters, face just a couple of inches from her own as he grins. “In fact, it would be a pleasure.”

“I’d like to return the favor.” She gets out through a mouth that feels like sandpaper, every word uncomfortable to form. But she refused to look weak in front of Liam, even as he all but threw her down a flight of stairs.

She feels something snapping as she tries to catch her fall, pain shooting through her arm and back as she hit the floor with a loud thud. The door closes and she hears it lock behind her before she’s fully understood what was happening. Everything was spinning again, and she grunts through clenched teeth as she tries to roll onto her back. Another shot of pain runs through her as she attempts to sit up, and she realizes her shoulder must be dislocated.

It didn’t matter though, because suddenly she heard gunfire, loud voices and screaming. They were here.

It’s too much, the room is spinning too hard, her body too tired. She doesn’t want to give in, tries with everything in her to stay conscious and it works for a while. She doesn’t know how much time passes, but the world is going blurry. She wants to keep fighting, but just as the door opens and a blurry figure appears at the top of the stairs she feels her eyes closing.

The last thing she hears before the world goes black is a male voice, familiar to her.

“I got her!”

#hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds fanfiction

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stormdragon23 · 11 months ago

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Songs for Solo Leveling Ships Pt. 1

(Because I can guarantee I'm making another part)

Inspired by @manawari's post about ships and songs

Choibaek:

(I have an endless amount of songs for this ship, but we'll start with two here for now)

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I promise it's not just because of the title- "You burnt that bridge A million times, a million tries You play with fire" I headcanon that Choi Jong-In is more open about his feelings than Baek Yoon-ho (though both still pine for each other without officially confessing). So every time Jong-In tries to get closer to Yoon-Ho, Yoon-Ho distances himself ("burns that bridge") because he's lost (or almost lost if we're being delusional here) Eun-Seok and Min Byung-Gyu and doesn't want to be close to anyone else only to lose them. "Every time we touch, my fingers burn I just want that love, don't leave me hurt " I can feel the rush when we ignite 'Cause every time we touch Every time we touch, I feel that fire"

Both of them don't want to get hurt yet can't deny that they have feelings for the other. I do like how the song is on the calmer side, which is how I see their love for each other, despite their arguing (it's probably a coping mechanism to be honest)

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"You asked me how I feel, I say nothin' But lately colors seem so bright and the stars light up the night My feet they feel so light I'm ignoring all the signs I keep on frontin', yeah, I stay bluffin' I keep you wonderin', keep you huntin' for my lovin' But I crave us huggin', yeah, I stay stubborn Cause I can't admit that you got all the strings and know just how to tug 'em"

This song could be from either perspective though I personally see from Yoon-Ho's perspective, with Jong-In being able to read Yoon-Ho very well (as seen when Jong-In knew why Yoon-Ho came to the place where Sung Jin-Woo was retesting) while Yoon-Ho's in denial about liking Jong-In.

"I say "f**k you" while I'm thinking of you as my husband"

This line doesn't need an explanation. We all know it's their relationship in one sentence.

Heeseok:

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Gotta have at least one Stray Kids song here (it's in English though, so it's okay)

"Got so many questions You seek information No need to be desperate"

Based on the brain rot I had with @manawari, this song is from Eun-seok's perspective. Park Hee-Jin's curious about Eun-Seok and the secrets he's hiding, despite not liking him, and Eun-Seok likes to tease her about it, making her dislike him even more.

"All that I want is you Even if I'm a fool Why do I fall for you? No turning back once we're connected"

Eun-Seok questions the feelings he has for Hee-Jin when he first realizes them, wondering why he likes her and why he wants to be with her. After spending a lot of time overthinking though, he eventually accepts his feelings for her.

Taenoru:

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"Boy, you got me hooked onto something Who could say that they saw us coming?"

I see this song from Lim Tae-Gyu's perspective soon after he sparred with Hoshino Minoru during the Jeju arc. His feelings for Minoru probably came out of nowhere (like this ship). I don't think many people expected this ship to be a thing let alone the hunters.

"Spend a summer or a lifetime with me Let me take you to the place of your dreams"

This is mostly referring to their long-distance relationship since despite being in a relationship, they have their responsibilities in their respective guilds and are only able to see each other for part of the year. When they meet up though, that's when they're able to catch up on the things they weren't able to do while apart.

Sungpark:

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"I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more"

This song could be from either perspective, but I imagine it from Park Kyung-Hye's, especially with how she was waiting for Sung Il-Hwan. If they had reunited before, I imagine her saying something very similar to these lines to her husband.

"Time stands still Beauty in all she is"

Basically, what happened when Kyung-Hye succumbed to Eternal Sleep. Years passed for her as the world moved on, including her husband being stuck in the gate.

Minlee:

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This actually used to be one of my favorite songs a while ago, and I only rediscovered it recently

"Those nights when shadows start to fall And the angels don't answer your call I'll help you chase the dark out Until your doubts begin to fade And your heart sings like a serenade Don't have to be afraid Now"

This song could be from either perspective too, especially with how I imagine Min Byung-Gyu and Lee Ju-hee helping each other with their traumas. For these lines in particular, I imagine one of them comforting the other when something triggered their trauma.

"If lightning ever strikes If tears burn out your flame I'll be your burning light I'll hold your candle in the rain"

Another line referring to how I see the two reassuring each other that they're safe now and how they're there for them. A cute song for a cute ship

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