#this isn’t shade it’s too funny that everything is happening like this

[tersyne]

kudos to jorge for continually making the release of the ithaca saga an immersive experience by going to ithaca itself, missing the ferry, getting caught in a storm, and having the livestream delayed. can’t wait to see everyone in ten years for the final album!

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

“nice piece, isn’t it?” your ex-husband finally spoke to the man sitting beside him, the one who had been staring at you like he wanted to devour you for minutes now.

his tone wasn’t angry at all; in fact, he sounded like they were close friends, joking casually. there wasn’t even a hint of murderous intent in his voice.

the man, who had been staring at you like he was in a trance, didn’t even glance at gojo as he replied, “rare to find one like that.” he chuckled as if he’d said something incredibly funny and took a sip of his drink.

it wasn’t funny. at least, not to gojo.

your ex-husband didn’t let his expression slip; instead, he laughed at the man’s words, clinking his glass against his in agreement. he wasn’t particularly fond of drinking, but tonight, he needed it more than anything else.

first, it was friday night, and you’d come to this bar with your friends—a bar full of men who wanted nothing more than to fuck you.

second, you were wearing the shortest and most beautiful light blue dress in existence. (you’d chosen it because it was the same shade as his eyes, making him think you hadn’t forgotten him.)

third, from his seat at a table a little removed from yours—where he could still see you—he’d noticed that not only was he watching you like some pervert, but the guy beside him was eyeing you too. it took everything in him not to smash his head in.

he knew he was just as much a creep as the guy, but he also knew that no other man had the right to look at you like that. no one but him. no matter what had happened between the two of you, no one else could ogle your legs or the parts of your chest that your dress left exposed.

the man finally turned to gojo, offering his hand in introduction and stating his name. your ex-husband didn’t hesitate to shake his hand, a friendly grin on his face, and said, “satoru gojo.”

“we’ve just met, i know, but why are you alone?” the man’s gaze roamed over gojo, lingering on the black cap covering his unmistakable white hair. “no offense, but you’re one hell of a handsome bastard. god’s favorite, i’m sure. seems crazy for a guy like you to be drinking alone.”

if he hadn’t been ogling you like a meal, gojo might’ve actually liked him. there wasn’t much he enjoyed more than hearing others praise how good he looked.

except for hearing it from you.

“why can’t someone like me, come to a bar to drink alone?”

the man laughed, taking another sip of his drink. “you should be surrounded by girls all the time, but instead, you're here, blocking guys like me from having a shot.”

gojo barely held back a hearty laugh. he never thought he’d laugh so much at a guy he wanted to strangle. “divorced a year ago. guess i’m not god’s favorite anymore. if i were, i wouldn’t be here. i’d be inside her right now.”

that was, without a doubt, his favorite place to be.

the man looked at gojo with a hint of sympathy. “shit, you sound like you miss her, man.”

he missed you. more than anything.

the man placed a hand on gojo’s shoulder like a supportive friend. “you know what? screw that whore, man. if she lost a guy like you, that’s on her. plenty of hot things in here tonight to take your mind off it.”

“whore?” huh… keeping himself from killing this guy was getting harder by the second. who did he think he was to call you that? what he’d do if he found out he just called the woman he’s been staring at for hours a whore?

the man had no idea he’d just dug his own grave.

“is that so?” gojo’s gaze drifted back to your table. you were laughing at something your friend had said, looking incredibly happy. but gojo could tell you were bored out of your mind and wanted to go home.

“hell yeah,” the man grinned, leaning in closer to gojo. “you got your eye on anyone?”

he did. just you.

a fire of possession ignited in gojo’s eyes. “maybe.”

the man followed gojo’s gaze. “haha, so you’re after the one i’ve been watching, huh? normally, i don’t share, but i like you, my friend. you deserve to blow off some steam with a nice pussy after a year.” the guy laughed as he leaned away, motioning to the bartender to refill his drink.

you were never his. you hadn’t been anyone’s. no one could share you because you belonged to one person and one person only. even if your marriage was over, no one else could even think about touching you.

and gojo was definitely not this guy’s friend.

“maybe i do deserve it,” gojo bit the inside of his cheek to contain his anger.

“bet she’s tight as hell and warm too. i mean, damn, those legs around your waist must feel amazing.”

oh, you were tight and warm, all right. gojo knew that firsthand. he remembered every time he’d fucked you senseless—how your legs would lock around his waist, your toes curling, your walls gripping him as you came undone. there wasn’t a single thing about you he’d forgotten.

gojo took a hard sip of his drink. “absolutely. and those perfect lips of hers? let’s just say she knows how to make a man see heaven while she’s on her knees. i’d fuck her throat until tears streamed down her face, and she’d still take all of me.”

“fuck, dude, you really want her. hope she doesn’t have a boyfriend. though, if she’s wearing a dress that short, i doubt it. no guy with a brain would let his girl wear something like that.”

no, he wouldn’t. and he hadn’t. in fact, your fights about this were one of the reasons for your divorce. but the real reason sat beside him now—your ex-husband knew exactly what kind of creeps were out there and felt the need to protect you from them.

the smile on gojo’s face finally faded. “trust me, i wasn’t allowing it.”

the man looked at him, confused. “you weren’t?”

gojo tore his gaze away from you and turned those dangerously piercing blue eyes to him. “yeah. who would want to offer the woman they love to guys like you on a silver platter?”

“what the fuck are you saying?” the man asked, his voice trembling as he noticed the lethal glint in gojo’s eyes.

“the tight, warm pussy you’re dying to fuck belongs to my ex-wife.” gojo leaned in closer to the man, the urge to strangle him growing stronger with every passing second.

“are you fucking crazy?”

he’d been crazy about you since the moment he met you.

“fuck yes. i’m absolutely insane. insane about everything about her. but if there’s one thing that drives me even crazier, it’s some bastard like you describing how her pussy might feel. because…” he leaned in, whispering into the man’s ear, “right now, i’m struggling not to kill you, but tonight, when you go to the house you think is safe, i can’t wait to show up and wrap my hands around your throat with delight.”

the man’s eyes widened in terror. he’d just realized he was sitting next to an absolute maniac.

“how do i know you’re not bullshitting me?” he stammered.

gojo immediately pulled back and, in the same friendly tone he had used when they first met, said, “oh, that’s very simple.” he pulled out his phone from his coat and opened your chat—where he sent at least 500 messages a day and still hadn’t been blocked.

gojo: blue always suits you, baby, but don’t you think that dress is a bit too short?

gojo: did you wear it because you knew i’d be watching tonight?

gojo: for someone who never answers my texts or calls, you sure know exactly what i’ve been saying ;)

gojo knew you always read the messages he sent through notifications. in a few seconds, you’d do it again. he liked knowing you were aware he was watching you because he knew you were just as crazy as he was.

“watch,” gojo said, almost like a warning to the man, his eyes shifting to the table where you sat with your friends.

as soon as the message came through, your eyes moved to your phone. a few seconds later, you scanned the room, and when your gaze landed on the bar table a little distance away—where your ex-husband sat, wearing a black cap and flashing you that devastating smile—your cheeks turned crimson.

“see that, buddy?” gojo, still staring at you, leaned closer to the man. “look how i made her blush. and trust me, those won’t be the only cheeks turning red tonight.” then he turned his full attention to the man. “now get lost. immediately.”

stunned, the man fumbled for his wallet, threw a few bills on the table for his drinks, and hurriedly left without another word. gojo watched him leave before turning his attention back to you, a confused look on your face as you stared at him.

ex-husband!gojo would do anything to eliminate the creeps who ogled you—whether from your vicinity or the world entirely.

but before he dealt with that man, he had to punish you for wearing that dress.

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[biocrafthero]

Vaugarde Dashboard Simulator Part 2

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My dinnar 🔥

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do you guys think that Odile (one of the saviors) has a tumblr

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I think some of you need therapy. Desperately.

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Change forbid someone on the “i wanna make out with that old lady” website actually wants to make out with that old lady

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Hope I don’t have to fight my evil shadow self today

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hey

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HELLO????

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I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU AND I DOING THIS BIT OP THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

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THAT’S NOT YOUR ALT???

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ITS NOT

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WHAT

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WHAT

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:3

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Okay so Mira isn’t in the dorm right now so I just combined a Monster energy drink with some rainbow Airheads. Calling this drink battery acid. Gonna see what happens when I have some

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don’t do this

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i love my partner so much love always wins never give up

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WHO FOUND THIS ACCOUNT

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Wait. Wait does this mean that the saviors listen to Radiohead

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DON’T “of course they do” ME ITS HARD TO SEE PEOPLE LIKE THAT AS LIKE. HAVING NORMAL LIVES. THEY’RE BASICALLY SUPERHEROES!!

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ohhh…. I remember when messages took weeks to send between countries……. how times have changed……… ohhhhhhh….

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Hey quick question how old are you

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oh….. in my 50s, I believe…… why do you ask?

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Did you know him

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my thirsty ass could NEVER be near one of these things

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Hey what does this mean. Hey OP what the crab does this mean

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you can’t prove ANYTHING

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“Is it ethical to write fanfic about the saviors of Vaugarde if their lives were adapted into a stage play and I’m just writing about the fictional versions of them” thread locked after 174 pages of heated debate

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OP this is the same energy as the Isabeau Miku Binder post

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THE WHAT

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I need him

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People like OP need to go to a mental hospital

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Official 0 note King thirst post

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My friends finally convinced me to make a new account after years of not using this website why is everything different

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GUYS WHAT THE CRAB IS THAT

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IM NOT CRABBING AROUND RIGHT NOW THIS ISN’T FUNNY THIS PHOTO ISN’T EDITED WHAT IS HAPPENING

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the fog is coming.

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That new shade in the sky would look great in a children’s hospital

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this too is yuri

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You can read Part 1 here :3c

[justatoastedmuffin-blog]

soft memories

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 560

Summary: reader shifts to marvel universe and makes out with bucky. that's it. that's the fic.

-/-/-

It’s been a while since you last shifted, but you finally flopped face down onto your bed, and demanded to yourself that you would tonight.

You don’t know when exactly the shift happened, but one moment you’re visualizing— Avengers Tower, winter night, empty common room, you and Bucky watching Atlantis, sharing a thick blanket, laughing at a funny scene, him pulling you closer by the hip— and then you’re there. A laugh spilling from your throat and a warm hand on your waist.

He feels you tense beside him. “You alright, darlin’?"

You don’t answer, not trusting your voice yet, instead, you take in your surroundings. Coffee table, sofa, open floor plan, hole in the wall. The only light in the room is from the TV, you count your fingers. One through ten.

The shades are drawn over the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, but you can still picture the city beyond it— not from imagination, but from memory.

You breathe in the scent of him. Worn leather, rain, hints of cinnamon. You lean your head into his chest. Warm. He’s always warm. There’s muscle underneath his shirt. That’s warm too.

He sets the popcorn bowl onto the table so he can wrap his other arm around you. “Your heart’s beating a mile a minute,” he says, concerned.

“I just like you,” you mumble into his chest.

He chuckles. You feel it rumble. “I sure hope so,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

An explosion sounds from the TV, and you’re brought back to the movie. The team drilling their way through the caves, Atlantis surely not far now. The first half of the movie is fresh in this reality.

You look up at Bucky. His eyes are already on you. Blue and gentle. You want to brush your fingers over his rich eyebrows, smooth out the creases between them, rub a hand through his stubble. You were in the bathroom with him the last time he shaved. In the shower, more accurately. When he came in and used your clips to pin back his hair and lather the shaving cream on his face. He carried on about his upcoming mission like it was any other conversation.

That, you didn’t script.

His lips. They’re parted. You bet they’re warm too.

“Bucky,” you whisper, inching closer.

“Yes, darlin’?” He’s whispering too.

“Kiss me.” And he does.

He kisses like you are everything and he doesn't want to spill a single drop.

Another memory: he uses your chapstick. He turns and turns the tube until the chapstick is pushed far out, he purses his lips just as far and smooths it over them. You catch him doing this once and laugh at him. He looks at you, baffled, like there isn’t any other way you're supposed to do it.

That, you didn't script either.

You lick at his lower lip. It’s soft, tastes slightly of cinnamon twist. His tongue slips in and he moans. The sound goes straight to your belly. You’re straddling him before you even realize. His hands rest on your hips. Your hands are in his hair.

Another memory: he leaves tomorrow. A month-long mission. Longer if necessary. And you’re stuck at the tower until Strange can find time to train you.

But for now, you have Bucky in your arms, movie forgotten and so, so warm.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Time is legend's successor (egg =chicken paradox way )

Fanfic prompt: A thing I noticed about the timeline is the fact that several entries are missing from the current version of the timeline

And with echoes of wisdom also existing

I just had a funny gruesome take on the timeline

Considering that in link to the past there are literally two endings (which already creates a different branch in the downfall timeline if we talk technicality)

Being one where link beats the hell out of the four shades of the four swords palace and snatched the four sword as an accessory (if you buy four swords adventure for the gba as well as link to the past)

And the other being the normal run of link to the past without the bonus temple

Like technically that already would break the timeline up into more branches (for the downfall timeline)

So what if echoes of wisdom and adventure of link lay on those two timelines lol

Like one where the total downfall happened being adventure of link

And one with echoes of wisdom that had an opportunity to regain its power… and also beat the shit out of null

That way both fit in while also taking the bonus temple into consideration

With that what if echo and hyrule are both legend's successors the same way that twilight , wind and legend are time's

Why, because angst is hilarious images how disappointed hyrule will be when he realizes that he isn’t just a disappointing successor but that there is a timeline where a much better successor came over and there never was a problem with fixing stuff

And legend feeling even worse because hyrule would never have to fix anything if he simply did better… like he clear did in echo's timeline

Like the possibilities were not a problem until echo came around and both noticed that legend COULD do better

That it wasn’t destiny for Legenda to fail and hyrule to fall

That there is just a timeline legend DID fail and hyrule ended up falling

Just hyrule and wind bonding over a failed timeline where everything is a mess (either over run with monsters or just straight up drowned by the goddesses)

And legend and time also bonding over failing so horrendously that it isn’t even funny

But it could get even worse seeing as it is theorized that the downfall timeline was the original timeline and the complete downfall of hyrule was destined

But what if it gets more insane and the timeline where echoes of wisdom is in was the original one

AND the other timeline was the one that annihilated the timeline into a time tree mess of a garden

The goddess hates meddling afterall

Seeing as how an entire timeline was just drowned duo to lullabies trigger happy use of the ocarina lol

Like the wish that gave the hero of time a second chance NOT being part of the original timeline

(it happening in the palace timeline because link met the hero of the four sword and realized that much more people suffered from ganon instead just reviving people close to him would also fit thematically because reviving everyone you ever knew suffered and reviving everyone including the hero of the past who ended up being some random child would be different wishes as one meddles with time )

So the mess of a timeline just happening because legend met four at some point and wanted to save the hero before him as well

Accidentally splitting the timeline into two

Just for time to dip out of another because ganon was too destructive and lullaby thought it was a good idea and that again splitting the timeline

Now there are the three anomalies and the original timeline

Making it four branches (until flora makes it into five because fruit gummy)

Two for legend and two for time leaving only flora's creative project

Like the angst of everything being legend getting creative and time being his successor in this very creativity (while flora did an entirely different job at creativity)

We need more time being legend's successor while legend also has hyrule and echo as successor’s and technically also wind and twilight fics because the potential is indeed endless and hilarious

Like legend being the first ever person to annihilate hylia's precious timeline then time following his example and then wind, twilight, hyrule and echo being the results is hilarious to think about while flora is in the background in a completely different time tree

[demon-witch-cat]

Hi there,

Question for your Branch is Keith’s Unofficial Dad AU (Sorry I can’t remember the actual name of the AU)

How would BroZone react to meeting Keith for the first time? And vice versa.

Also would Keith get along with BroZone?

And would BroZone think Keith is actually Branch’s Son?

Guess I ask more questions than I thought I would😅

(So sorry for taking so long to answer! I feel so bad!) 

Don’t worry, I only recently figured out the name! (thanks to @super-secret-agent-of-sin) Though, their relationship is less father-son, and more just big brother-little brother. That’s just how I personally see them! Which is especially funny when you throw in Brozone, Branch’s “actual” brothers.  

Before I start, I just real quick want to say that this is for if I stick more closely with cannon, where Floyd is the one captured and Keth just happens to tag along.   I have another idea for the AU, where Branch is the one captured, in front of Keith/after saving Keith, instead of Floyd. So, Floyd and Keith both replace/swap with Branch in the journey (If that makes sense). I can talk about that too, but I figured this one would be easier to work with. 

Now, I do like to think that there is a moment for each brother (maybe not Floyd, idk) where they’d see this trolling with blue hair, almost the exact same shade of blue as Branches when he was little, holding their youngest brothers hand staring at them with wide blue eyes, and immediately think “Oh shit, this is B’s kid!” And if they say this, Branch will quickly correct their thinking with a “What, no, Keith isn’t my kid! He’s my little brother, who I adore very much!” saying it both proudly, and slightly pettily. With Keith going “Yeah!” Before sticking is tongue out. 

Anyways, after that part, I think each brother would have a different reaction and feelings. 

KEITH 

Starting with Keith, he doesn’t like them. At least at the beginning he doesn’t. In his mind, they left Branch when he was little, and Branch clearly doesn’t like them, so he doesn’t like them. Because of this Keith decides to tag along on the mission so he can ‘protect’ Branch. Over the course of movie, he relaxes a bit with the creepy stares and feirce and childishly blunt comments. However, that doesn’t mean he likes them, especially with all the talk of ‘perfect’ and them calling Branch nicknames he very clearly doesn’t like. Keith doesn’t really understand the entire situation, he just doesn’t like how they just act like everything is normal with Branch. Like they are brothers. He does slowly warm up to them after the events of the movie though. Eventually seeing them all as older brothers as well. Though not after a bunch more creepy glares, blunt comments, and many pranks. Keith can be a menace when he wants to be. Branch will always be his favorite though, and vice versa. 

JOHN DORY 

John would be surprised, especially with how close they are, and probably feel jealous about it but ultimately take it in stride. Maybe during the fight, he makes a comment on the fact that Keith isn’t really Branch's brother, which sets Branch off even more, but he’d feel bad about it immediately afterwards. Especially seeing the heartbreaking look in Keiths eyes. After the movie’s events, though, he’d be all over it, and I can see him being the first or second brother to win over Keith (after apologizing for the comment). Especially with their common interest in the woods/outdoors (which is also shared with Branch, obviously). I think they could have a cute dynamic, once they get past the cannon drama. 

BRUCE 

Bruce would also take Branch and Keith being brothers in stride. He’d also feel very proud of Branch, especially when the first interaction he sees between the two is Keith tugging at Branches hand, asking if he can play with his own kids, and Branch turning to look at him in his own question, before agreeing, insisting that he be careful and to not wander off too far. His baby bro is so responsible and clearly a good big brother! Also, his dad instincts would totally kick in when he’s around him (like with tiny), but at the same time he wouldn’t usually get a chance to act on them because Branch was usually already on top of it. Keith looks like he’s wandering too far off? Branch is already calling him back or walking over to him. Keith’s looking nervous about the situation? Branch seems to know exactly what to do to calm the young trolling down. Hug time? The two don’t even think about it, Branch just automatically opens his arms for Keith to immediately jump into(or, even funnier, Keith and Poppy both race to hug Branch, who looks like he’s just accepted it a long time ago) That part does kind of sting though, as when he’d hugged Branch for the first time in years, he was shoved away with an uncomfortable, yet stern look. And then immediately almost being bitten by the green trolling. 

CLAY 

Clay, for some reason, I see him both the most confused, and maybe the most jealous over this. I don’t know why, it’s not because the two wouldn’t get along, because they would. I just see him being like, “Wait what? You have a little brother? ...How?” Like, same vibe as his late reaction to their grandma having been eaten. But then after Branch giving him a quick explanation, he’d kind of just... Doesn't interact with Keith unless he’d need to. At least during the events of the movie. After the movie events though, Clay would learn that Keith likes to create stories, specifically more morbid stories. Just like Branch, he’d also like to listen to Keith’s stories (I hc that Clay likes a lot of different literature. He just has more of an interest in ‘sad’ books).  

FLOYD 

Floyd would be like “Aw, your a big brother now too! That’s so sweet!” And then try to talk to Keith, but Keith would immediately just be on edge and glare at him, considering how the others were. This would throw Floyd, and Branch honestly, through a loop, but he’d try his best to get past it. Branch would try to get Keith relax a little bit, but Keith is stubborn and, as I said before, protective. The others already hurt Branch; he doesn’t know if he can trust Floyd not too. Of course, he’s not as much of a menace with Floyd as he is with the others. But it's literally only because he almost died and is still healing. By the time he’s recovered though, Keith would trust/like him enough not to go full menace little brother on him.  

Sorry, I just went on a tangent here, but I’d been thinking about this a lot! So, thank you for giving me a chance to talk about it! 

[holylulusworld]

Friends only

Summary: You are more than friends.

Pairing: Fratboy!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings?, fluff, mentions of a blowjob

A/N: This story is part of my Fratboys collection

“Why don’t you want to give me advice for my date?” Dean puckers his lips. He batts his long eyelashes, trying to convince you to help him once again. “Sweetheart, don’t leave me hanging.”

“We are not friends,” you quip, and turn your attention back toward the books in front of you. “I’ve got no time to give you advice all the time. Ask one of your buddies.”

"We aren't friends?" He splutters. "Why? When did that happen? Since when are we, not friends anymore?"

“Forget it,” you wave Dean off. He doesn’t need to know that he broke your heart not ten minutes ago when he told you about his date with that hot girl he just met. “You have enough girls hanging on your every word. You don’t need me.”

“Y/N, tell me since when we are no friends? Last time  I checked we were friends and roommates!” Dean argues. He puts his hands on his hips and stares at you, waiting for you to answer his question.

You slam the book shut and get up from your seat to size Dean up.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes,” he throws his hands up. “What am I talking about the whole time? I want to know since when we are no friends anymore.”

"Since I know how your cum tastes on my tongue," You bite back. "You remember last week, right? When you came to me after a bad date, whining about how the girl only liked your good looks and car. That no one ever listens to you. I built you up again, and then, your cock ended up down my throat.”

“I remember,” he closes his eyes, remembering how your lips felt wrapped around his cock. His cheeks shades of red, and Dean looks down at you, guilt written all over his face. “I shouldn’t have let you suck me off to make me feel better.”

“For fucks sake Dean,” you throw your hands up too. “I sucked you off because I wanted to. I had hoped this means more than a blowjob to you.”

“I—what?” Dean licks his lips. “I don’t understand.”

“Sometimes you are so dull, Dean. That night, I wanted you to make me feel good too.” You shake your head. “But right after I made you cum down my throat, that girl called, and you slipped out of my mouth to take her call. Do you know how I felt?”

“I didn’t know you wanted more of Dean. I would’ve gone down on you, sweetheart. I came back, and wanted to return the favor,” he argues. “You said that you are tired and went straight to bed.”

“Because I felt like a cheap whore, Dean! God. Men can be so stupid and insensitive. If a girl gives you a blowjob, you don’t answer your damn phone after you came. And you for sure don’t talk to some other bitch, Dean.”

“Y/N…” He sighs as you give him an angry look. “I’m sorry. This was a serious case of miscommunication.”

“You don’t get it, Dean!” You sniffle. “Anytime you ask me for advice to get laid, I’m hurting. You don’t even realize how much you hurt me with your behavior.”

“Uh-this is not about sex…right?” He looks at you like a confused puppy. “Right?”

“No, Dean. This is not about sex,” you groan. “I want you to ask me out, not some random chick you just met. But you only ever pay attention to me when you need advice on how to get laid.”

“Oh…OH!” Dean nods slowly. “You want me to cuddle you after a blowjob?”

“Are you serious…” You throw your hands up again. “I give up.”

“Y/N,” he whispers lowly, “I was joking.” Dean steps closer to cup your cheek. “Do you want me to make sweet love to you?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I want you to make sweet love only to me,” you huff. “That’s what I want. I don’t want to be a one-night stand to you like all the other girls.”

“Sweetheart,” he brushes his lips over yours, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you like me. Maybe we should talk about what to do now. I’d offer to go down on you, but I think it’s better to ask you out first.”

“Is everything a joke to you?” you sigh deeply. “This isn’t funny to me. I hate having feelings for someone who-”

Dean silences your rant with his lips. He cups the back of your head to keep you from breaking the kiss.

“I like you a lot, sweetheart. Let me prove to you that I can be more than a one-night stand to you too…”

[ladylooch]

When Lio & Connor Finally Talk

A/N: Took a few days to get this right, so apologies for the delay. This occurs between part 4 and part 5 of Lio's spiral.

A few days after Stella’s allergic reaction, Lucie texts Lio asking if he is free for lunch with them. The Rangers have a day off and Lio is still in Jersey rehabbing even with the Devils on the road.

But when Lio gets to the restaurant, only Connor waits for him at a table. He is looking up at a TV, signature brown curls wild while a mostly full beer sits in his left hand. Connor looks over when the door shuts behind Lio. Hesitantly, Lio continues forward, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders and tossing it into the booth.

“Hey.” Lio says, sitting across the table from him. 

“Uh, hey.” Connor says, rubbing at his eye for a moment. 

“Thought Luc was coming?”

“Stella isn’t feeling well today. We took her in. She’s got a lingering cough and sore throat from everything.” Connor closes his eyes, putting his hands on either side of his nose and rubbing aggressively. He blinks away weariness. “Lucie stayed home with her.” Lio nods, feeling bad for what the Wood family has been going through this week.

“I hope that clears up soon for her.”

“Yeah. Me too.” Connor agrees. He picks at his napkin under his beer glass. “She’s asking for you…” Connor murmurs. A heavy sigh drops Connor’s shoulders as he leans back in the booth. His blue eyes stare at Lio. As best he can, Lio holds his gaze. 

“I miss her too.” Lio says simply. Connor’s jaw tightens, making the bone protrude by his left ear.

Their blue eyes, similar but different shades, search each other. They’re best friends- brothers-  but neither of them really know how to fix this. Lio wishes Lucie was here. She would say something effortlessly funny and teasing that would break the tension. Lio brings a hand up, running it through his hair, pulling his gaze away first.

“I’ve…” Connor’s voice breaks a bit and he clears his throat. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately about those first few weeks of Lucie’s pregnancy. When we knew… What it was like walking into my room after practice and seeing the ten different pregnancy tests on the bed.” Connor scoffs pensively. “Luc was so scared. I had never seen her like that before. And I made her that way, ya know? I was older. I was supposed to be the voice of reason when we started playing birth control roulette and talking about babies. It was dumb. I felt responsible for putting her in that situation, and I took that hard when she wasn’t around.”

Lio already knows this because he saw it. Connor only let it out to Lio- the thousands of questions, the moans of agony about how bad this situation was, and it was Lio who convinced him that Nico Hischier wasn’t going to hire the Swiss army to murder him.

“I didn’t handle those next few weeks well.” Connor admits.

“You went through a lot.” Lio reminds Connor. 

A baby, a trade, and a break up. The perfect recipe for success.

Connor nods slowly.

“So did you.” He responds quietly. “We were all really young and didn’t have the life experience that we do now.”

“Yeah. Look Connor, I was just trying to be there for you both. It wasn’t about picking sides or talking Lucie into anything. I just showed up the best way I could. Tried to be what you guys needed, but in the end she happened to need me more…” Lio trails off. 

The waitress comes over and the two men pause. Lio orders a water because doctors orders are not to drink right now. But damn he could use a whiskey or two. When she walks away, the silence continues for a few beats until Connor grunts out an exasperated sigh.

“What happened in Switzerland shifted my perspective of all that though.” Connor finally says. “I always though Lucie was with you and you were advocating for us. So I was safe in those conversations the two of you were having. I know it’s really not my business, and you two are the true soulmates in this world together, but…” Connor trails off, closing his mouth tightly so his jaw pops again. “I thought you and I were on the same page on what we were. Hearing some of the things that happened in those conversations I wasn’t in, it felt like you didn’t have my back when I wasn’t around. Like… you were telling me one thing and Lucie something different.”

“It really wasn’t like that, Woody.” Lio shakes his head slightly. “I never told Lucie to not have Stella. I never told her to raise a baby without you. I never said that she shouldn’t try to work things out with you. That all got messed up together that night in Switzerland with what was happening in my life, how it happened with my parents… you guys too. It was a mess. But I never advocated for anything specific with Lucie. I did talk out her options with her because she needed that, and I don’t care what that does to the two of us right here, I would do that again right now.”

Connor is still on the other side of the table. The waitress comes and goes again bringing Lio’s water. Lio takes a sip, thinking back to those conversations he had with Lucie. 

“You should know she wanted you the whole time though. She was just scared and upset.” Lio shakes his head. “She didn’t entertain anything else. She needed time. And that’s why I was telling you to give her time and space. It wasn’t about trying to separate the two of you or come between you. It was so she could get on the right track and be ready to face what was coming, which was a massive life change at 22.”

“I know. Her and I have been talking about this off and on since the summer.” Connor says quietly. “It’s helped with her and I, but not with us.” He motions between Lio and him. 

“What do you want me to say that makes this better? I can’t change anything about what happened.” Lio points out. “None of us can.” 

“I wanna know that you have my back. In all situations. That if something happened to Luc and I.” Connor pauses like a wave of discomfort wafts through him. “That I would still have you.” The last word breaks in his voice. “I’ve been there for you through a lot of shit, Lio. Shit Lucie doesn’t even know about. What you and I have is a bond different than anyone else. I need to know that we still stand in that together."

“Of course we do.” Lio sits up straighter, eyebrows pulling together sincerely. “You’re as much my brother as those mouthy twins in Switzerland are. It’s why this has all been so fucking hard, man. Like, yeah there is Luc and Stell. But if you’re not around, something is always missing.” Lio clears away the emotion settling in his throat. “I’ve got your back in every room, whether you’re in it or not.” He rubs at the side of his water glass. “And if you and Lucie fuck up your marriage, that’s on you two. I’m not bailing on any of you.” Connor starts to smirk.

“You know I’d be the one to fuck it up.”

“Yeah but I didn’t feel it was appropriate to say that right now.” Lio laughs. Connor joins in. Connor rubs at his jaw, big grin stretching his lips apart as he rolls something over in his mind.

“The other night she made a new recipe for dinner and she asked me what I thought. I assumed she really wanted to know because she asked, you know like a dumbass who hasn’t been married for years, and I said it was a little bland. You would have thought I told her she was fat. Stella has had smaller crocodile tears than my wife did that night.”

“Ooooof. PMS?” Crocodile tears are textbook period week Lucie. Lio figured that out at a young age.

“Yeah.” Connor widens his eyes, rubbing at the back of his neck. “When she told me, I doubled down and said I knew a 9 month fix for that. Good news is I’ve been in the dog house for so long that the renovations are coming along nicely.” Lio and Connor laugh loudly together.

“Have you thought about letting her tell you when she’s ready for the next one?”

“Yeah. I mean, of course it’s on her timeline, but I want her to know I am always ready.”

“She does. You don’t need to keep telling her.” Lio says, settling more comfortably into the booth. 

“Speaking of marriage and babies… Savannah?” Connor cuts right to the point.

“Nothing really to say there.”

“You see her every day tho?”

“Yeah.” Lio licks his lips. “But like, she’s super professional with me. She jokes around with the other guys and such, but with me it’s like, a wall is up. She’ll smile politely or wave or whatever…I don’t blame her, but…” Lio sighs, bouncing his foot under the table anxiously.

“Kinda tough when you’ve been inside of her huh?” Lio throws him a ‘don’t’ look. “Alright, alright.” Connor backs off. “I don’t need to tell you you’re an idiot about what happened with her because you know that. But don’t continue to be an idiot and not attempt to try again with her.” 

“She wants nothing to do with me.” Lio responds, biting the inside of his bottom lip to keep his outwards composure even though the pang in his chest makes him want to lay down in the booth to hide.

“She wants nothing to do with that version of you. Ya know, Lio Meier the Fuck Boy. That still who you are?”

Lio looks back at his brother across the table, soaking in those words. 

For the first time ever, Lio doesn’t think so.

[guard-1225]

video journal log #184

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Evbo takes a few steps back after starting the recording.

“Hey everyone, I know it’s been SUCH a long time since I’ve done a video journal update, I was sick and then a lottttt of other stuff happened so I have so much to catch you guys up on.” Evbo says to the camera, taking a moment before continuing. “I’m pretty sure some of you guys follow my boyfriends page hahah, yeah he mostly does this q&a type thing but he started doing videos too lately, but anyways, he’s been posting a lot of updates on what’s going on so if you do follow him you already know what’s up.”

“First of all I knowwww all of you guys must be soo worried about me and why I haven’t been doing journal logs, but don’t worry I’m fine now I just had a cold for a few days. We also went to Christmas dinner at Julie’s place with Raymond and the other diamond swords. Her place was pretty cool too but obviously not as cool as ours, I mean she doesn’t even live in a Pvp mansion.” Evbo chuckles and decides to sit up on the counter next to the pillar, preparing for a pretty long video journal session.

“It was really fun to hang out with the other diamond swords, it’s nice to have actual friends… at least I think they’re my friends—“ Evbo looks away for a moment to think about it, before snapping back to his camera personality. “Anyways! After that was Ray’s birthdayyyy…” He giggles to himself before even saying anything. “Yeah we had a LOT of funnnn hahaha… Read his blog if you want to know more about that.

“I also gave him some new shades for his birthday so he can have a different pair other than the one he spawned in with. I think he looks really cool in them, but honestly I think he looks good in everything, like he’s just really good looking in general I kinda wish it was hotter in here sk maybe he would take off— Hahaha what am I even saying anymore, sorry I got a little off track there.” He laughs to himself awkwardly, trying to hide the blush that crept up on his face while thinking about his boyfriend shirtless. Something resembling a chuckle can be heard from the background, where Raymond is sitting on one of the chairs at the window.

“Anyways the main thing I wanted to tell you about is actually so insane, you guys are not going to believe it… Raymond figured out a way to fix his shield, and it actually works like real durability! He managed to get it back up to full like it’s brand new again, and it only takes off one when I hit him! I think we could fix other weapons too, we haven’t had time to try yet but—

A sudden purple flash of lights can be seen from the left side of the screen where Raymond had been previously sitting on a chair. Evbo whips his head around and quickly jumps down from the counter to sprint over to his boyfriend. The purple particles all dissapear in a few seconds and Raymond is sitting on the chair just like before. He drops the phone from his hand and jumps up to run to the back of the room.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” Raymond can be heard even from how far away he is from the video journal machine. He runs back up to Evbo, who’s been standing in the middle of the room completely dumbfounded. “What do I do?!” Raymond pants frantically, shaken from whatever he just saw.

Evbo stares at him, then lets out a chuckle.

“You’re a dog.” He states, laughing more with confusion.

“Evbo this isn’t funny, what do I do?!” Raymond continues to pace around the room, and it’s clearly visible on the video now that he has a tail. Evbo goes to get his boyfriend’s phone from the ground to look at the message.

“Ray don’t panic, it says here this will only last for a day—“

“A DAY?! That’s so long!” Raymond cries out frustratedly. Evbo sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

“It’ll be okay, you don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow, I can stay here with you too.” Evbo smiles at him genuinely, caressing his arm before suddenly looking down and letting out another chuckle.

“What—“ Raymond follows Evbo’s gaze down and notices his tail wagging side to side. “OH MY GOD, This is so humiliating!” He whines, covering his face with his hands.

“I think it’s cute…” Evbo tells him, but he still can’t hide his giggles while saying it.

“Oh fuck you— and stop the recording, oh my god!” Raymond says and scatters to hide from the camera, running to the back of the room to their bed and getting blocked from the video by the pillar. Evbo laughs as he walks up to the video journal machine.

“I’m sorry guys, I have to end this one unfinished too since I think we have a bigger issue right now. I swear I’ll do an actual update once I have the time. Byeeee!” He smiles into the camera before reaching for the button and stopping the recording.

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[princeblack]

it’s sunday mass and daphne’s friend, samantha birkin, is telling regulus all about a mission trip her family has planned, but she keeps laughing even when nothing is funny and he very quickly realizes what she’s actually doing.

he has no romantic or sexual interest in samantha, the same way he isn’t actually interested in daphne. but he and daphne’s families have been friends his entire life, both of their parents encouraging them to start dating because they would be a ‘good fit’ in their community. regulus is pretty sure his mother only wants him to date daphne because she’s a ‘good catholic girl’ and can be easily controlled and molded by their family, but he’s too tired to argue anymore, wanting to be a good son and succeed in every aspect he can.

maybe to others it’s strange that regulus hasn’t had much interest in girls, but he’s busy most of the time, focused on grades, football or his family. his brother had a falling out with his parents before he was born, but they reconnected recently after their uncle died and left the house with sirius. he wanted to offer his brother a home away from their parents, which regulus was grateful for but confused by.

unlike sirius, he still loves his parents, despite how awful the arguments can be. he doesn’t want to disappoint them, even if his mother triggers his temper occasionally. truthfully, regulus only wants to be the best at everything, even being a son. which is why he’s in AP classes, plays quarterback and never misses sunday mass.

he even attends bible studies during the weekdays, which is one of reasons why samantha birkin won’t leave him alone now. her mother ran them and samantha gave him heart eyes the moment he began attending.

none of the girls that kept flirting with him respected that daphne was his girlfriend— maybe because he didn’t seem into it, or maybe because there was no promise ring yet. 

that, or the real reason is because these people only worry about themselves. the most selfish people he knows go to this church, including his mother, who subjected everyone to her whims.

but there was one girl here who was different from the others– he could already tell and he had only known her for a month and a half. she moved here for the start of the new semester and everyone was talking about her because of her beauty. regulus shared biology and astronomy with her, quickly noticing that she was far more than just her looks. she seemed kind and gentle as well as smart; three traits that not many had around here. but of course no one talked about those things; only about her face and body, which he couldn’t deny were just as perfect as everyone claimed.

she and her family had started to attend his church since moving to town. regulus heard from his parents that the diggorys had suffered a loss recently through their oldest son’s death– it was apparently why they were here again, returning to catholicism.

bee, the girl, seems incredibly strong to shoulder such a loss and still remain warm to so many strangers. especially because the other girls didn’t seem to like her in church– most of them were daphne’s friends, who noticed that regulus’s attention was solely focused on bee.

in fact, regulus is already thinking about her again, barely hearing a word samantha is saying when bee happens to suddenly walk past them. he smells flowers in her wake; a soft scent of peonies and roses lingering in the air. swallowing, he says to daphne’s friend, “sorry, excuse me,” before turning to go after the auburnette.

“wait,” he says, stopping her. he can feel samantha glaring daggers at them, but he doesn’t care. bee has turned to look at him, her beautiful slender face lighting up. her eyes are the prettiest blue he’s ever seen, like the sky on a sunny day. she’s wearing a beautiful floral printed dress, a shade of white that matches the bow in her hair. he’s never seen anyone so stunning before, down to her perfectly shaped nose and lips. he feels a surge of heated desire, wanting her. the warmth reaches his green eyes, glancing down at her lips before speaking. “i know mass starts in like thirty minutes, but i was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we were partners in biology.” he loves the sound of her laugh and the way her blue eyes light up; it’s like nothing he’s ever seen before. besides, daphne and her family are running late and what they don’t know couldn’t hurt them. / @devcted

[styxte3th]

The Academics of Serpents & Starlight, Chapter Five- Coming tonight!

Neville must have left Cambridge as soon as he received Hermione’s Owl because he was at her Cottage door by tea time. 

    “Neville! Come in, come in.” 

She peeked out at the pebbly roundabout and directed her attention at Malfoy’s place. The shades were drawn. Dusk settled over the dark windows. Everything was as it had been this morning and no sign of Malfoy. Well, except for the heightened sense of excitement fluttering in her chest. That was new. 

     “I came as soon as I heard. I brought a few texts from the Reconciliation on Wizards and Dark Magic Treaty. I'm sure there is some way we can get him expelled.”

    “Expelled?”

    “Isn’t that what you want?”

    “No, it's funny…”

Neville plopped down on a velvet chair, the heap of scrolls scattering on the carpeted floor. 

     “It's complicated.”

     “I have time.”

Neville’s eyes grew wide as Hermione told him about the Minister's mission and about the unexpected revelation that Malfoy didn’t use magic. She explained her half-baked plan to tutor him and see if he had any connections left in the area. Maybe she could tutor all of them, get to know them academically, and find out who the suspected source was. 

She was trusting her gut. Wasn’t that the Gryffindor way? Neville sat quietly for a moment as if digesting this information was heavier than anything they’d ever discussed. 

 “He bullied you, Hermione. He hurt you.”

 “I realize that. Believe me, I know. But I believe in rehabilitation. you know that.”

 “Yes, but you’re allowed to have personal qualms about people close to you, you know?”

 “I do.”

They broke their fast with a hearty soup she’d picked up in town and day-old bread. Throughout the evening, Neville told jokes about his mishaps with carnivorous plants and the like. He rolled up his cream-colored button-up and showed off his scars. The two of them would laugh themselves into a fit. Talking about nothing and everything. Every once in a while, he threw a sympathetic glance her way. 

 “I ran into Ron.” He bit into a chocolate-covered biscuit.

  “He’s got a beard”

 “Oh.”

 “He looked awful. And you. You look fantastic.”

Hermione laughed.

 “It’s been tough.”

 “Are you ok?”

 “Yes. I firmly believe it was the best decision. 

 “Obviously. I never thought he was good enough for you”

 “Because you prefer me with an intellectual?”

 “No, I'm not as elitist as all that. But someone with more depth. Yes.”

Hermione offered a walk along the pier, one of her favorite things. There, the conversation turned serious. Neville understood, of course. 

They weren't those young students anymore, running headfirst into dangerous situations at the drop of a hat. They’d known peace and routine. This post-war fear only grew after the reconciliation treaties, the Death Eater trials, and the funerals (so many funerals, so many young witches and wizards lost in the Battle of Hogwarts). There were other things too–weddings, birthdays, untraditional graduations, job offers. For a couple of years, gatherings were nonstop, as if to balance out the losses. 

Hermione’s wedding happened right after graduation. She and Ron walked into the sleepy dark forest near Bill’s old place and out the other end as heroes of Hogwarts. Then came the interview requests (she denied most of them), the strange post-war depression, and the divorce. Had she had a moment to breathe since she met Harry Potter and Ron Weasley that fateful day?

 “You've given enough, Hermione. There's no reason to go through with any of this.”

 “I know.”

 “You know but it's in your nature to help?”

 “It’s the only thing I've ever known.”

[minkkumaz]

OUR FIRST

there were moments where you and ollie had no clue what you were doing. but when things feel right the best thing to do is to embrace it, even if you've never done it before.

PAIRING liu ollie x fem!reader WC 1.3k TAGS established relationship. mention of friends to lovers before. fluff. first date vibes. kissing. shy ollie. not proofread. OMI NOTE i had absolutely zero plan nor intention to write for ollie but i had a dream about this exact situation and felt it was too cute to let go to waste.

when you bid goodbye to ollie before he left for boys planet, there was something bittersweet about it. yet the butterflies in your stomach fluttered with no shame at the sight of him leaving. the whole situation almost felt incomplete, like a puzzle with a lost piece. 

a soft smile was plastered on his face, mouthing an ‘i’ll see you soon’ before he was out of your vision. your best friend since forever was going to take this wonderful opportunity but you could only feel nervous.

it wasn’t until some time passed and you saw him through the tv, that you realized what was missing. there were some feelings underlying your friendship with him, and part of you was scared what would happen if he debuted. would he forget you?

but ollie could never lose sight of you. every passing day you were all he could think about. ricky would often tell him that he should’ve told you sooner, which made him feel regretful. stage after stage you became his hope, and when it came to his last days before he was eliminated, he knew as long as he had you to come back to he’d be okay.

as soon as he returned home, he confessed to you through stuttered words and shy smiles. the embrace he gave you in that moment was something you’d never forget. warm, as the feeling of love swam through your veins knowing that you were finally together. knowing that this wasn’t something silly and unrequited.

he was yours, and you were his.

beyond this, dating ollie was everything you could’ve dreamed. when he wasn’t being  timid, he always did his best to give you the world. not a moment went by when you weren’t in love with one another. not a single clue what you were doing, yet it all felt right.

that being said when he messaged you about a surprise date your heart almost exploded into a million pieces. he sent you the address to his house and asked you to dress in something comfortable.

you settled yourself in the clothes you deem fit for the occasion, pressing your hands against any wrinkles to flatten them out. eventually, you were hurrying yourself out the door with a pep in your step, excited to see ollie.

there were only a couple times that you’ve been over to ollie’s home, since it was easier to hang out at yours. so saying you were absolutely pumped was an understatement. on the walk there you wondered what could be waiting for you.

as soon as you arrived, you left a gentle knock on the front door. you were only waiting for a couple seconds, before the excited boy opened to see you. he immediately embraced you in a hug.

“y/n! hi!” ollie wrapped his arms politely around your figure.

“hi, ollie!” you giggled, returning his hug. 

“come in. my family isn’t here right now, but we’re just going into my room.” he smiled at you as you slipped your shoes off, following being him into his house.

“wow, i haven’t been to your house since before you left.” you looked around in awe, admiring all of the decorations; as well as the multiple baby pictures of ollie with his family.

“we can always come here more often to hang out– if you want to! it’s up to you.” he suggested sheepishly.

“you’re funny ollie, i can come over more often if you’d like.”

he averts eye contact from you, the tip of his ears turning a blushed shade of red. you peek behind him when he stops in front of his door.

“um– can you close your eyes? i want it to be a surprise.” he asks.

“ah, only if you guide me! i’m scared to trip over something.” you mumble.

“no of course, yeah totally! don’t worry about that.” 

ollie watches as your eyes squeeze shut, immediately coming up behind you and placing two hands on your shoulders. he cracks the door open slightly, leading you inside. the floorboards creak slightly as you take careful steps.

“sit down right here, don’t worry i won’t let you fall backwards.” he stutters, helping you sit yourself on a cushion. 

you feel the touch against your clothed skin disappear, as he moves to a seat next to you. it’s hard to tell behind your closed eyes. there’s a sound of rustling, and a couple things moving around before it goes quiet.

“okay, you can open your eyes.”

when your eyelids flutter open, you blink slightly to adjust to the different lighting. what you’re met with makes your mouth gape open slightly.

in front of you is a small floor table, covered in a pretty tablecloth. on top is an assortment of different side dishes and bowls full of food. fresh vegetables, steaming rice, and best of all a large portion of meat, seafood, everything you could possibly imagine simmering in a broth. the centerpiece in the middle of the table is a small assortment of flowers.

scanning everything for awhile, ollie clears his throat nervously, “do you like it..?” 

“oh my gosh ollie, yes i love it!” you frown, looking at all of the amazing things he set up.

“i figured we haven’t really had a proper date before and um, i thought this might be nice! ricky recommended me some ideas and helped me out.”

“that’s so sweet augh i can’t believe you did this for me! it all looks perfect ollie.” you scoot yourself closer next to him, capturing him in a tight hug.

you let yourself wrap around him comfortably, feeling giddy in his arms. his hands snake themselves around you, feeling the heat from his skin pressing against your lower back. the position was intimate, but the immense joy flowing from you made you forget about everything.

not fully pulling away, you let your hands rest on his shoulders and removed your head from the crook of his neck. both of your faces were close in proximity, trying to ignore the dark tint on one anothers cheeks. 

his eyes glanced at your plump lips for a second, before you quickly moved away to collect yourself. a deep exhale left your lungs as you tried avoiding eye contact.

“i’m so sorry oh my goodness i–” 

“it’s okay! don’t worry about it um–”

both of you had no words, extremely flustered at the sudden close contact. neither of you had ever kissed before, let alone be that close to eachothers faces. but you were a couple now, why was it so weird?

“i would’ve been okay with um, kissing if you were ready..” he said in almost a whisper, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“are you sure? i didn’t mean to like force you into anything you didn’t want to do!” you panic.

“no it’s okay! i want to kiss you like a lot– but not in a weird way obviously i mean you’re my girlfriend now and– normally couples kiss you know?” he rambled.

“ah i understand! um..” you scoot closer to him, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“we’ve never really done this before, have we?” he bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at you. there wasn’t a moment where he didn’t believe you were the cutest girl on this planet.

“no, but, i want to.” 

there was silence for a second, before he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks delicately. your skin was soft in his palm as he swiped small wispies of hair out of the way. in one slow movement, he leaned closer to you letting your lips barely touch.

even the smallest bit of contact made you melt like putty, desperate to push closer against him. your eyes closed, letting ollie kiss you.

and while it didn’t last forever, once he let his lips leave yours there was a bashful smile on his face to cover up his embarrassed expression.

“was that okay?” his words slightly quivering.

“hm i don’t know i might need to check again.” you beam, pulling the collar of his shirt to move him back to you, giving him another kiss.

it took him by surprise, barely being able to close his eyes by the time you were pressed to him once again.

“i give it.. five out of five stars!” you announce happily.

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[thoughtsat3amconstantly]

Alright so I’ve mentioned that I had yandere Knives on my mind right?

Well now I’ve got Dad! Vash on my mind too.

How it would go? Probably like:

Vash as a dad would probably be hectic. Like this man is always in hiding right? So having a child in the mix makes things way more difficult.

But nevertheless, he loves his child. He would go to the ends of Gunsmoke for his kid. He maybe even kill for his kid if needed to be, his child does come first. He just hopes that it doesn’t need to go there. So, he’ll do everything he can to make sure that situation doesn’t happen.

His sweet baby is adorable and he will fight anyone who thinks otherwise. He makes funny faces that would get his kid to laugh, he just adores his kids laugh! He loves his kids smile, and the lil’ baby babbles his child would make. Not to mention the tiny hands and feet! It’s his weakness!

He has his baby strapped to him at all times, he needs his hands to be free if something happens. Vash does his best to make sure his kid doesn’t get overheated, so he makes sure they’re underneath his coat for shade. He always makes sure he has enough food for his kid when traveling. He tries his best to stay in towns for long periods of time so that way his baby doesn’t get stressed from the constant traveling. He starts traveling more and more once his kid gets a little more older.

Vash doesn’t want his kid to meet Knives. Vash hates the idea that Knives will never properly bond with his kid, but he knows that his kid would probably be harmed or worse if Knives were to know about them. He just wishes that Knives wasn’t violent and dangerous so that way his kid can have their uncle in their life.

Birthdays are important! No matter how old his kid is, they are still important!

His kid is his, no matter if biological or not, he loves them still.

Vash would sing lullabies to his baby. Sometimes that was the only way to calm his kid down, and it always works. His mantra for when needing to calm down his kid: when in doubt, sing a lullaby! He was seriously thankful that he discovered that after losing sleep and on the last shred of sanity.

Weapons are always out of reach for tiny hands! He’s not that irresponsible! Give him some credit! Okay, maybe there was that one time where he didn’t realize his kid could reach his gun and practically pulled it out of its holster, but that’s besides the point. He stopped his kid from pulling his gun out completely when he felt it being pulled out anyways. He’s a responsible(ish) dad! He promises!

Vash will take any opportunity to get pictures with his kid. Memories are important! Any opportunities to get photos are a must!

Dad!Vash is a good dad! Albeit, he can be, well…utterly hopeless at points. He’s doing his best okay! He’s a single dad! He’s a new dad to add! Cut him some slack!

Vash will protect his kid no matter what. He also wants his kid to live and grow, to live a happy life. Isn’t that what all dads want for their kids? He thinks so.

[blurryfce300]

having vøidstalker thoughts abøut colors and genetics and hereditary stuff

okay so im watching a creature design videø før fun and theyre talking abøut like colors øf the animal themselves and im thinking abøut things i already think abøut tø myself

vøidstalkers are almøst black in color, like really dark shades øf whatever their primary color (ør colors in some instances) are, which ill talk abøut in a bit what the deal with that is. but they’re dark, and this is because theyre nocturnal, and being an ambush predator in an area with nøt tøø many things tø hide behind, the next best option is tø be sø dark that yøu blend intø yøur surroundings in øther ways (in their case being sø dark and quiet that nobody notices yøu’re even there until its too late)

but they also have a bunch øf white lines, like the lines øn their arms and torsos which signify where a vøidstalker is from geographically, or just simply family heritage but øn a broader scale. they can also be individual markers and sømething to scare away predators like false eyes and øther stuff

their various splotches øf color alsø serve as predator deterrence, being møre øf a “i am poisonous and venomous” sign like høw it wørks with real-world frogs and stuff but it also serves as a signal to others of what color they can see. red is the most common, as it is advantageous to be able tø see it (the area they live in is mostly red rocks and terrain), so other colors that wøuld have been fine in the past when they still had a functioning society are becoming less and less common now because they can’t see differences in the landscape ør differentiate possible threats from the rest of their vision

single colors are also very much the standard, with twø and three colors being possible but far rarer (especially three colors, having ønly been recorded a handful øf times). if bøth parents have the same color, their offspring will have that same color unless theres a mutation ør sømething. if each have a different color, three things can happen: 1, the offspring has the color øf øne parent and nøt the øther. 2, the colors mix (like red+yellow making orange). or 3, and the least common but not impossibly rare, the offspring retains bøth colors (like with salem, whø has orange and purple)

id imagine having two or three colors is more likely to happen with hybrids due to the inherently unstable nature øf their genetics overall (theyre inconvenienced at best and complete messes at worst cough cough rr blurry cough cough) and i knøw that colors used tø be a much møre important thing than it is currently. it used to have importance regarding social standing, with thøse with møre colors being higher up and reds prøbably being the lowest because øf their commonality, alongside yellows and blues. secondary colors wouldve been higher, but nøt by much. trioptics (triple+optic, theres alsø monoptic and dioptics) wouldve been religious ør governmental leaders, ør just the leaders øf their small groups if they did nøt live in a larger population center.

speaking abøut their religion, ill touch øn that and then ill be døne rambling før tonight. so with such an importance placed øn number øf colors, it ønly makes sense that their purported savior being cøuld see all colors. what this savior wøuld dø im nøt certain, prøbably yøur standard “watching øver their chosen peøple and coming tø save them when they need it møst”, which øf cøurse that last bit didn’t happen when they did need it, leaving their society utterly broken and disconnected. nøw, this isn’t tø say this entity døesn’t exist, but just nøt in the form they prøbably expected. in all honesty, their supposed savior being that can see all colors wøuld be sømething like a human, ør anøther earth animal. (i have this funny idea that ønly wørks in rebel red in a timeline where, after everything is settled, they visit the spiritux world and the group meets salem and salem’s immediately like høly shit its gød except its just tyler because hes human and can see all colors)

okay im gønna gø back tø wørking øn artfight why the hell did i pick a character with such a complex design tø draw yøu knøw what they løøk cøøl as fuck and im having fun økay bye

[shkika]

I might end up taking u up on that offer this is so so soo fun

I really enjoy it when people make moon mad at fp..like how could she not be yes she cares about fp a lot but siblings don't exactly...do that to eachother very often I think (but maybe they do /j the woes of being an only child)

I think not being able to harm artificer did him good in the end (therapy dog!!) like he would have definitely just wanted to send that thing FLYING into the sun but he couldn't!! he was forced to just deal with it and eventually he realises hey. Maybe this thing isn't so bad... honestly I think he really needed something like that right then given his tendency to push people away (thinking abt how he BLEW UP srs' poor overseer. That made me jump actually i didnt expect it i sat still for long enough to get myself blown up too it was kind of funny...aside from the trek back of course) (ALSO THE ADS HELP thats golden)

Adding onto that like....him being a silly little loser that wants to do everything by himself and the like loving the attention etc I really think that like... the time period he was built in only made it worse??

Like......i feel that being built when he was added to a sort of pressure of needing to feel superior, to not be one of those bugs in mazes. To have something with like a genuine true path ahead instead of blindly grasping for answers

Like...I guess he'd want to prove just how good he is by doing it without any sort of help and he just has so MUCH to figure out by himself that he just...builds that pressure more and more and that's gotta be too much at some point

^^ I like the idea of the triple affirmative stuff happening like...around this point in time (forgive me if my timeline is terribly off) but anyways like..it kind of just fucks up everything for the dude...like all he's worked for is kinda just for nothing so then it leads to everything with the rot as like some sort of last resort. Like he knows the risks but he just cant bring himself to care like he's in such a vunerable state he doesn't think about how it'd affect moon until all of a sudden there's a forced message being sent his way, but even then I guess being younger than like everyone in the group he doesn't fully grasp like oh. This is as bad as it is. Until moons can comes crashing down and hes left infecting himself with the stuff

Anyway you are so very right with the echo actually I haven't thought very much on the shaded citadel but it must have...not been pleasant going through the rains knowing that there's so many others unaffected by it

Sorry this response is so late actually I've been multitasking to all hell but RRAGHGJ squishing the iterators in my hand like stress balls I am so normal about this game

please do! <3 ramble incoming

Moon being angry at Pebbles is fun. I love seeing different interpertations! Though I do think she doesn’t hold actual bitterness towards him in my personal belief.

The idea that she isn’t actually *angry* angry at him makes her very tragic to me. By all means she knows his actions are inexcusable. What she went through was horrifying and painful and she acknowledges that. Nsh even mentions she’s always had way too much patience for him and that she really tried to be a good big sister to him.

So as his big sister and someone who guided him in early days I can see her being unable to feel spite towards him. He fucked up, hes now sick and rotting and it all fills her with grief. It’s all just unfortunate and sad! (definitely see moon being a little hater with salty comments sometimes. as she does but most of her anger is reserved for their shitty parents)

Pebbles desperately wanting to feel superior is something really fun to me!! Absolutely see it! (idk why u went and became close friends with guy who called you dumb and naive but u do you 🤷 maybe u like that. likr OoOo hes the only one that listens to my theories and he calls me dumb <33) We know he learns about what happened to sliver from suns, so I can only assume that happened before he was made..? But the game is vague enough for u to hc it as you want honestly.

What he did was out of desperation for sure! He never wanted to even involve Moon according to what he says while commenting on a pearl by Arti. It was just kind of impossible.

I think what Suns told him just left a big scar on the poor guy. Not only is he being told he never mattered, he has to accept he’ll slowly break down and not even die while still trying to solve their issue he doesn’t even care about. He wanted the feeling of power over his own self back and he wanted to desperately escape. Feeling helpless is the worst.

He thought he could be fast enough and not harm Moon and then failed! He doomed her and got a very bad case of the rot ( consequences of my actions) ((another bracket but the poor fucker tried to cure himself all the way until arti campaign! sad!!)) along with his failure becoming gossip material and a sensation as we learn from spearmaster logs. Which is why I assume he closes all communications.

Also Moon forced many many broadcasts onto him while dying :) not only partly the reason why he failed the project, it also further cemented his helplesness.. because he can’t do anything to help! A common phrase you hear from him is “I can’t even help myself”.

It’s a little treat in almost all scug campaigns iirc.

Also echoes are all so interesting I love them and their silly little opinions. Shout out to the one who told arti to stop being such an angry bitch <3

[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession Maniac: Prologue

Mom left years ago, never telling me about my brother. Dad was never truly there for me. The loneliness was real, squeezing my heart. He was unexpected.  Mukami Ruki. He came into my life and took me as his. I tried to resist but… it was vain, unnecessary.  I always wanted to belong. So, why not belong to him? He promised me forever. I could have someone who will never leave. For that, I offered myself and my blood, a small prize for ending the loneliness. 

When Yuriko stepped into the room Ruki guided her, the first thing she noticed was the waffling scent of lilies, her favorite flowers. As Ruki turned on the lights, her gaze glued to the vase on a tiny table and the fully blooming white beauties.

Oh my, it’s almost like he knew about my preferences…

Soon Yuriko’s gaze wandered further. The room had dark wood furniture, much more expensive than anything in her old home. Each piece fitted perfectly together as if someone had planned a compilation to please the viewer’s eyes. Yuriko couldn’t help but smile as she saw a tiny shelf – also dark wood – that had space for her books. Not that she had brought many; slowly it dawned on her that she didn't have anything else than a couple of schoolbooks and some clothes. A few pairs of underwear, one home outfit, and a school uniform. She put her fox plushie on the sturdy bed that was supposed to be hers now. It had several pillows in white and light blue covers and a fluffy dark blue blanket that was probably perfectly warm in the middle of colder months.

Teal shaded carpet was soft, almost fluffy under her feet as Yuriko took a step back and put her schoolbag on the chair in front of a solid desk. She gasped as she realized that the room also had a makeup dresser right next to a huge, wooded closet for clothes. Knowing that Ruki lived with three brothers… Why on earth had anyone purchased such a thing?

For whom this room was before me? Still, isn’t it funny that everything here fits almost perfectly in my tastes? And isn’t this right next to his?

Yuriko swallowed. There was a slight chance that someone had lived in this room before her arrival. Someone close to Ruki. Most likely a female.

A former girlfriend? Shaking her head, Yuriko pushed the thought away. Even if that was the case, it didn’t matter now. Ruki had made it clear that this room was her to use.

“Do you like it?” The whisper caressed Yuriko’s ear, making her flinch as tiny trembles raced over her skin. “I made sure it should have everything you need but do let me know if something is missing.”

“Umh… everything looks good.” Yuriko was only able to mumble. As if she could ask anything more from Ruki. All this was too much already.

It’s almost like he expected this to happen… but surely, he couldn’t have a clue what was going on at home.

Though maybe Tsukino Keisuke’s earlier behavior could have been a cue that not all was well with Yuriko’s family situation. Ruki seemed to be skillful to read between the lines. Still, it would have been a bit odd to prepare a room just for Yuriko, so a coincidence was the only reasonable explanation along with the former girlfriend option, but Yuriko rather went with the previous one.

Ruki lumbered toward the window, soon pulling the royal blue curtains over it and hiding the cloud-covered night sky from view. "Soon you will be sleeping next to your master, but you can rest here tonight. I am sure you have a lot to think about."

The words painted Yuriko’s face with warmth. She had already slept in his bed several nights but never had he laid next to her. The thought sent shivers through her body. Would they only sleep?

Yuriko glanced at Ruki sideways, not revealing her thoughts. Her mind wandered back to when he found her in the city. To the hug… and especially to his lips that had conquered hers perfectly and completely.

“Ruki…”

Ruki didn’t answer. The words weren’t needed when he gently pressed his lips on Yuriko’s, whose eyelids closed in that very instant. The first suck was tender like it was testing her. Yuriko gasped, opening her mouth a little. Ruki pushed her head carefully, not using too much force but still enough to deepen the kiss that sent shivers all the way to Yuriko’s toes. Something burst in her, coloring her closed eyelids with small sparkles. Her legs were turning wobbly, her head light and heart racing as if she had run all the way here. She wrapped her arms around Ruki’s neck, leaning against him as he sucked her lower lip with more intensity, nibbling it slightly, not breaking the skin.

The memory made Yuriko’s lips tickle. She almost lifted her hand and touched them but managed to stop at the last moment. Ruki’s lips had been cold against hers but there had been a warm undertone in that kiss. That kind of softness Yuriko had always dreamt of. A real kiss from a dark romance tale; the start of a journey to the deep emotions and turmoil that would twist into obsession.

Not that such things happened for real. Yuriko knew perfectly well that those love stories could only be found in books and movies. Real life was different, must milder, and not so exciting… though, wasn’t the existence of the vampires a denial of the boring reality she had always believed in?

Still, that didn’t mean anything. Ruki was a vampire and Yuriko herself a half-kitsune – the fact she had just recently learned – but those things were probably even more of a reason not to imagine that there was something going on between them. It could simply be that the vampire nature of Ruki yearned for Yuriko’s kitsune blood so much that he couldn’t resist it. So, the kiss had been a sign of the ownership of that blood and nothing else, right? Ruki had made it clear from the first moment that he had claimed Yuriko’s blood as his possession, so there probably wasn’t any deeper meaning behind his actions.

But… the kiss.

It had turned Yuriko’s world upside down for some reason. Even though she had been endlessly sad before it, something had sparked in her, making her heart bounce faster.

Did it mean that… that I really have those forbidden feelings toward Ruki. But… does he have those too? I don’t know what to think. I already promised to give myself to him… It almost happened during the full moon. He wanted it to happen back then, right? He held back for me. Would he do that if he didn't care?

So many questions Yuriko couldn’t ask out loud. She dared not… because if the answers weren't what she wished for… What would she do then? She had no other place to go now.

And what exactly am I wishing for?

Such an unnecessary question.

The answer was too clear, and it burned a hole into Yuriko’s heart. She had sworn herself that this wouldn't happen anymore. That she wouldn’t let herself sink into depths of imagination when there was no such thing as hope. Yet here she was, dreaming she would be special for someone else, that someone would care enough to… to… and this time she knew that there was no way out of this mess. She couldn’t run or hide. But…

I must keep quiet. I don’t even know if vampires are able to feel that way! So… I better hide this flaming in my heart. I… can do… it. Probably. Definitely. Maybe. Yes.

And perhaps there was nothing. Perhaps Yuriko was simply overwhelmed by all that had happened, running away from home, coming across Ruki, and… the kiss.

The kiss.

It haunted her, burned on her lips.

"You must be tired. Go to bed now. I will make you breakfast when you wake up, and then we will talk about your situation."

"Umh… Okay. Thank you, Ruki." Yuriko turned and looked at him properly with a wide smile on her lips. Her father’s… Keisuke’s words still flared in her mind and made the corners of her eyes burn too. There was a cold spot in her heart, and she wasn’t sure if it could warm up ever again. But at least she had a place here. Maybe this manor would become her new home. A real home.

A cool thumb brushed under Yuriko’s eye, fishing a tear before it even reached her cheek.

"I will make sure you do not need to cry anymore. No one is allowed to make my livestock feel this way. I will protect you from now on, you do not need to worry," Ruki said, stroking another tear away. "Now be a good girl and change into more comfortable clothes. I will go to explain the situation to my brothers and when I come back, I expect to find you in that bed. Is that clear?"

Yuriko was only able to nod, and before she knew it, Ruki had disappeared in front of her eyes. She had a hazy memory that the same had happened before. When she had been sick with a cold Ruki had come to her to bring her here and when Keisuke had tried to prevent that Ruki had simply made them vanish from Yuriko’s room and reappear into the limousine on the street. It was something Yuriko would need to ask about later but now wasn’t the right moment. She didn’t want to test out how Ruki would react if she didn't obey, so she hastily took off her school uniform and sneaked under the blanket wearing only a tiny top and her panties.

The bed was warm and comfortable, but it smelled unfamiliar. Yuriko tossed and turned, squeezing her fox plushie against her chest as her thoughts traveled through the last few weeks.

Meeting Ruki had changed everything. After that, Yuriko figured out that she had a half-kitsune brother which made her a similar being, yet she didn’t have any powers these spirits or demons were supposed to have. And that wasn’t even all… Yuriko had made a friend who had been revealed to be a zombie. Though Elizabeth’s species didn't matter because she had a heart made of gold. But to make things even stranger, Yuriko had also run into a young man who was one of the Founders of the Demon World. All this information still made her mind whirl. The world was not the way she had thought it was.

It could be that… Keisuke has his reasons to hate all these supernatural creatures even though he married one. He called them monsters. But…  they all have treated me…

Yuriko swallowed. She couldn’t honestly say "well", because Ruki had actually been very rude in the beginning, taking her blood for his own pleasure without asking. Not that he asked even now but Yuriko could sense that something had shifted… at least in her heart, made that sense or not.

The kiss. It had felt gentle. No, Yuriko should not be thinking about the fabulous smooch. If anything, she should forget the feelings that it had brought to the surface. Those prohibited emotions should be buried somewhere deep.

This is all I have now… so, I better ensure that I don't cause any trouble for Ruki. I can’t have him push me away.

Yuriko sighed and turned again. At that very moment, Ruki appeared once more, making her flinch.

"Tugged under the blanket, good girl," he said, a smirk lingering on his lips. "I do like how obedient you can be." As he stepped closer and leaned over Yuriko his musky scent wafted around them. Yuriko could smell a hint of vanilla and meat stew in it. The notion made her blink, for she had never before noticed such a thing in a person’s personal fragrance. There was also something else that she could name only vampiric.

"Gazing at your master with such pleading eyes, I wonder what goes on in that mind of yours." Ruki stroked Yuriko’s hair with a featherlight touch.

“Umh… it was a tiring night,” Yuriko mumbled, not truly knowing what to say. Had her gaze been that pleading? She should be more aware of the way she expressed herself around Ruki.

“We will talk about it tomorrow and then you can forget all about your past life. Your forever with your master starts tonight.” Ruki leaned even closer and brushed Yuriko’s bangs aside before placing a kiss on her forehead. It was quick yet gentle, and he pulled away too soon for Yuriko’s liking. The thought made her shiver as Ruki took her glasses and put them on the nightstand.

That was the second kiss of the same night. This time not on the lips yet the quivers were running down Yuriko’s spine again. Could this mean something?

No, no, no. No vain hope!

Ruki wanted Yuriko’s blood and for that, he was willing to give her a place to live. He had promised to treat her well if she was obedient. So, that was all, and she shouldn’t imagine anything else.

“Be a good girl now and sleep. I will make sure no one disturbs you.” Ruki’s thumb glided along Yuriko’s cheek, but his gaze looked distant as if he had been lost in thoughts.

“Okay… umh… Good night, Ruki.”

“Good night, Yuriko.”

Yuriko turned on her side, pressing the fox plushie against her chest as she closed her eyes. Even though she was sure that she couldn’t sleep, she fell into slumber sooner than Ruki left the room.

I wasn’t alone. Now I have a family. A strange one but family, nevertheless. I entwined my heart with him, surrendering my everything to his hands. But the darkness lingered, reaching its icy fingers to get a hold of me. Even when I tried to leave my past, it only melted together with my future and pushed us both on the path of tough decisions.

Beta read by @ruki-mukami-dl