#ty i haven't forgotten the other ask

[breserker]

For the Behind the Scenes meme: ✍️ "when did you get started writing?"

pretty sure it was always a thing i dabbled in, whether just in daydreams or actually writing it down. two stories i remember making at least one if not multiple notebook pages were:

a prologue to set up a world where the jesus figure was a minotaur that cut off a bad guy's hand sooooo oo o o o hard before killing him that he became disgraced. i don't remember what the main story was but it was pretty basic wheel of time type shit of "peasant is secretly Chosen One" type stuff

a mad raccoon scientist creates the technology to merge two animals together. horribly abusive to his rabbit assistant. i drew so many fucking merged animals because i secretly really wanted the Impossible Creatures RTS game that i never was able to have because it was rated T so i made my own. most of all i remember the gila monster/cockatoo because i was so proud of myself for drawing the gila monster scales

beyond that it was a lot of daydreaming, i had a gang of imaginary pals that all had their own backstories and arcs nearly all independent of each other. one forever mainstay was a purple dragon with ram horns named guno that i still love in my heart. another favorite was, and typing this out i'm realizing how much this has always been a fascination in my life and Oopsie It's Always Been An Issue, a character named Stag who was born during a thunderstorm on the night of a new moon, so he's both half-mountain lion and half mountain-goat and All Cursed, like Super Cursed. He's got his normal head and then the skull of a twin fused onto the top of his head. I've actually been meaning to redraw him sometime for the concept alone.

I always daydreamed stories to myself to sleep (oh my god did 6yo bre take the battles in digimon and go "you know what this needs? BLOOD") but i didn't start writing down and sharing fanfiction until like, hmmm. 5th or 6th grade or something. I was 11 for sure. Those fics are lost to time and good riddance!

this current book i think i fucking started in september before the first book was even out--dabbling in writing that in between scream-editing the first book. it's making good progress but imma be honest my energy is shot and my brain is fucking Mush, so i'm taking a break to just zone out for a bit.

[geummi]

heyy i miss seeing your artworks, hope you're doing good. good luck!

omg...im sorry for the late response i just never knew i had messages in my inbox... i'm doing pretty great actually! you just don't see me anymore because i've developed an oc obsession and i'm too shy to share any works here since people only really care about fanart besides that i've been slugging through college and some personal projects :] hope your 2024 is going good as well!

[ange1heavensent]

Joel “meeting” you for the first time

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Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

w/c: ≈ 680

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It was dark outside when Ellie awoke to adamant knocks on her front door. However she refused to get up, first of all she could sense that it was way too early for someone to be bothering her, secondly the bed was warm and cozy with the extra body beside her, lying beneath the covers. But the knocks continued to echo through her garage and she felt you stir and lightly shake her mumbling  “Ellie someones at the door.” She could no longer ignore the person who was disturbing her sleep and begrudgingly walked towards the front door, rubbing her face and hand combing through her hair, trying to look somewhat presentable for the madman who was knocking at this hour. 

She turned on the porch light and moved the small curtain in front of the glass window on the door. On the other side of the glass stood Joel. She sighed and opened the door, her hand scratching her neck, a little embarrassed of the state she was in. “What’s up?” she asked, “There’ve been some report of infected up north, Maria is sending us out to scout.” “Alright..” Ellie sighed, “come in, I don’t want it to get cold inside.” Joel stepped through the door and stood awkwardly in front of it when he realized there was someone in Ellie’s bed. Ellie had made her way towards your side of the bed, stroking your hair and softly repeating and filling you in on the situation. After the brief conversation Ellie made her way to her closet and awkwardly glanced at Joel, who she kind of had forgotten was there. “Just gonna go change” she said as she hurriedly made her way to the bathroom and quickly shut the door. 

“Hi, Joel” you greeted him as you sat up in bed, covers wrapped around you. “Hi, Y/n” he replied back, at least it was someone he recognised, since you were one of Ellie’s friends. You smiled, trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation and offered to make something to eat, trying to do something, anything,  that wasn't sitting in Ellie’s bed. But he answered that he had already eaten. The uncomfortable atmosphere of the room was broken when Ellie yelled from the bathroom “Why couldn’t Tommy go with you?” “Maria wouldn’t let him, he’s got a cold” Joel yelled back. 

“I'm ready, ” Ellie said as she walked out of the bathroom. “Are you not going to eat anything?” You said as Ellie walked towards the front door. “I’m fine, baby” she replied, the term of endearment slipping out of habit. “Can you atleast grab a sandwich or something?” you retaliated. “I’ll be alright, okay” she spoke softly, Joel had already made it outside, while Ellie was tying her shoelaces and having the conversation with you. Ellie pushed the door closed, leaving Joel standing outside, while she walked towards you and playfully crawled up the bed placing kisses on your face. You giggled as you grabbed Ellie’s face placing one last kiss on her lips before whispering “be safe, you better come back in one piece, okay” Ellie lightly tucked some of stray hair behind your ear, while with a smile on her face saying “I won’t even get a scratch, I promise.” Then she climbed out of bed and quickly left, with a bye, hoping that she hadn’t left Joel standing outside for too long. 

He was standing further away than she had anticipated and lightly jogged towards him. When she was walking by his side Joel asked “Is Y/n your girlfriend?” “yeah, kind of” Ellie shrugged, “why only kind of?” Joel chuckled, “Well I haven't officially asked her.” Ellie said, while glancing at him. She could see a small smile tugging at Joel’s lips before he said “Well, I think you should.” “So you're okay with it?” Ellie asked, trying to ease her nervousness. “Does she make you happy?” Joel answered. “Yeah” Ellie said, now trying to act nonchalant about it, when Joel said “Well, then I am okay with it,” looking at Ellie. 

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Thank you for reading! If you liked this fic, check out my masterlist for more :)

[sincerelybubbles]

Could u please do a fanfic Y/n never had her first kiss and boyfriend, and Aaron hotchner is her first kiss and boyfriend and one with spencer reid if it isn't too much trouble thank u

Aaron can tell you're stressed on your first date. You know you're not hiding it well - rubbing sweaty hands down the front of your skirt and shifting in your seat.

Still, he smiles at you over the rim of his glass. He rests a large, warm palm on your leg and squeezes gently, bending to catch your eye as you talk.

Slowly, he soothes you in that way.

"I've never really done any of this before," you admitted, waving a hand between the two of you after accepting his offer for a date.

"I know," Aaron said, soft smile teasing you. "You haven't exactly hidden it well. I thought you were going to cry the first time I touched you."

"Oh god," you groaned, covering your face with your hands. Laughing, a quiet sound rumbling in his chest and chasing butterflies into your belly, Aaron tugged your hands away from your face by your forearms, not letting go as he pressed them against his belly.

"I don't mind."

If he didn't look so amused, so adoring, sitting next to you, you would be afraid that the sentiment has changed now that he's seeing just how truly awkward you are right now.

You met him at the park you take your dog and he takes Jack, slowly getting to know each other as your odd schedules aligned. The first time you noticed him, you thought he was handsome for a brief moment before returning your attention to your book. After that, you felt like you saw him every time you went to the park.

He introduced himself after a few chance encounters, sat next to you while you watched Jack and your dog playing together.

And, after weeks of syrupy-sweet flirting on his end and countless blushing fits from you, he's insisted that he sits next to you in the booth at dinner.

Once you manage to settle your heart, you find yourself truly enjoying your date.

Aaron doesn't talk about work. You know he's a profiler for the FBI but you don't know much beyond that.

He does talk about his team though.

Funny little stories about them ease you back into your usual routine, the pressures of the date forgotten after 20 minutes.

He walks you back to your apartment, hands linked and swaying between you two.

"Jack wants to know when we'll see you at the park again. He says he misses you but I think it's mostly a front to see the dog."

"They do really like each other," you admit. Smiling at your feet, matching your strides to his, you say, "Tell him we'll be there tomorrow?"

It's a not-so-subtle way of asking if he wants to see you again. You look up at him, eyes wide and smile wider. Unbeknownst to you, it takes Aaron's breath away. He nods slowly, subdued smile slowly growing warmer.

"Of course. Lunch after?" He asks, voice gentle in the night air. You nod slowly, looking away quickly to hide how excited the offer makes you.

"This is me," you say, motioning to your apartment complex. You both stop by the front door, toe to toe.

He leans forward, hand reaching up to cup the back of your neck. Slowly, he bends at the waist and blood rushes in your ears, overtaking every other sense as you wait for his kiss.

Instead of your mouth, though, his lips settle on your forehead. He lingers for a moment, smile obvious against your heated skin, before pulling away. He watches you for a moment, eyes liquid and warm, before tucking your hair behind your ear and whispering a, "goodbye."

ty for requesting!! sorry it's a little short, I still hope you enjoy <3

[httpswritings]

We don't have to wait all night. - Katie McCabe & Hayley Raso.

Additional info: inspired in The Veronica's song “In My Blood”. You may want to check it out before reading.

Warnings: suggestive tone, not smut.

Summary: Katie and Hayley meet in Hayley's and Caitlin's hotel room.

Hayley had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a few knocks on the door. She only had a towel covering her body. Her messy, wet hair falling onto her shoulders, dropping some droplets on the floor.

“Caitlin, did you forget your key?”, Hayley shouted.

Two more knocks.

“Who is it?”, she asked.

Nobody replied, but the knocks kept coming in.

Stressed-out, she opened the door in a not too friendly way.

“Dear lord, WHO is— Oh, hello...Katie? Can I help you?”

But Katie did not answer instantly. Instead, she glanced at Hayley, from the top to the bottom, slightly aroused.

“Oh, yeah. I'm looking for Caitlin. She told me that she was staying in this room. Room 43, is it wrong?”

“No, no it's not. Come in if you want!”

As Katie entered the room, Hayley told her that Caitlin hadn't come yet to the hotel after the match as she had to stay to do some work related stuff, not specifying anything else more.

“You can wait for her here. I don't think she's gonna take long.”

“Better to wait here than in the lobby, but only if you're comfortable with the idea.”

“Why wouldn't I?”

Katie kept silent but glanced again all over Hayley's figure and then smiled at her.

Understanding what Katie was referring to, Hayley said, “Oh, yeah, don't worry. I'll get changed in the bathroom. Take a sit on the be—, on the floor, or do whatever you want.”

“Are you sure you're okay with me staying here? You seem a bit nervous.”

“No! I mean, ye—, I MEAN, I'm not nervous. I find it funny. Not even one hour ago, we were on each other's throats during the match.”

Katie chuckled over Hayley's comment.

“Yeah, it's funny if you think so. I put you to work today.”

“You what? I put you to work. Don't get confused, McCabe.”

“That's not what the streets are saying. They all agree with me beating your ass.”

This should've made Hayley angry, it somewhat did, but she was also enjoying this conversation to the point that she had forgotten that only one medium-size towel was covering her body.

“Oh, so you wanna talk about what people are saying about you? Maybe you won't like everyone's opinions.”

Katie had a few ideas in her mind about what Hayley referring too. The Australian woman was right, Katie was not in the mood to talk about the gossip people have been tying her name to. Instead she tried to changed a little bit the direction of the conversation.

“What about you? What opinion do you have about me?"

The Irishwoman couldn't properly focus on the conversation. She had that one player, the one who had been fighting with during the match, almost naked in front of her, with a light brown towel around her body. Her hair falling down her shoulders in a messy way, some droplets falling onto Hayley's soft skin, and the essence of shampoo and body lotion impregnating the room.

“I've heard you are into Aussies.” Hayley said with a smirk, referring to Katie being linked to Caitlin Foord.

“Anything else?”

“You seem the type of person who's really sweet off the pitch. A little bit timid I'd say, in some occasions only. You probably hate feeling vulnerable, so you are very selective with whom you let to know your most authentic self. Very family oriented too. Am I wrong?”

“No. I'm actually impressed.", She didn't like Hayley almost perfectly spotting her personality, did she?

“Good. My turn. What do you think about me?”

“I haven't gotten a good first impression from you.” Katie lied. She felt the need to. Hayley was getting too close to see her soft side. She was right, Katie was too protective over people seeing her vulnerability.

Was she, Katie Alison McCabe, the one who usually intimidates people, the one who was feeling intimidated by Hayley Raso?

“I haven't met a lot of Irish people. Are they all these arrogant like you?"

“Hey! Watch your mouth.“ The Irishwoman said as she clenched her jaw, feeling a bit uneasy.

Katie felt such a pride from Ireland and from what it took to represent her country, that Hayley's comment didn't sit well with her.

“I'm sorry. It was not my intention to insult your people. I wanted to tease you, not to harm your identity as an Irish.", said Hayley sincerely, worried about having pushed the conversation too far.

Katie found herself smiling as a way of accepting Hayley's apology but immediately stopped as she felt a tingling sensation in her abdomen.

“Maybe I should get into the bathroom to get changed. You've had enough of me for today.” As Hayley headed to the bathroom door, Katie stood up.

“No! I mean, don't. I get it was a misunderstanding, and you didn't mean it. It was a good tease, tho. If that's what you wanted, you did succeed with it.”

The Irishwoman was going through such an internal conflict. Her rational mind was warning her about the consequences of what this conversation could lead to. But on the other hand, her irrational mind, the one who was being tricked by the lustful atmosphere and Hayley's presence, was aiming her to get lost in Hayley's teasing.

She bit her lower lip and took two steps towards Hayley, not too far away, not too close to her.

The Australian woman was intoxicated by Katie's strong gaze.

For the first time in a really long time, she felt unaware of what to do, so she kept in silence.

“So?”

“So, what?”

Katie noticed she had a little bit more of control over the situation, and she was starting to enjoy every second of it. It was her opportunity to tease Hayley back, and she was not going to waste the occasion to push it until the very end. No matter how it turned out.

“We, the Irish, are quite friendly as long as we feel comfortable with the other person."

Katie took another step forward.

“I know. I just told you I didn't mean t—"

“Shhh. Do you really know?”

Another step forward.

“Because maybe I'll have to be the one who shows you exactly how we truly are.”

Hayley's cheeks were started to have a reddish tone, so prominent as a contrast to her white skin.

“How— How are you— are you going to show me that?”

“Well. You've seen me on the pitch. Why don—”

“Caitlin has seen you too, and you were going to see her after the game. That's why you're here.” Hayley said in a sharper tone, cutting the lustful atmosphere off.

“Maybe we do have something going on. Maybe something not too serious. Maybe that won't make you deny my offer.”

“Maybe I do. I'm no one's sloppy seconds.”

“I know. I don't want you to feel as the second option.” Katie took a final step forward and took Hayley's right hand with her left hand, quickly squeezing it.

“Don't feel obliged to. Take your time to think about it. You can call me anytime, beautiful.”

As Katie headed to the door, it was now Hayley's turn to stop her.

As she grabbed her left arm, she asked her to stay.

“I'm curious about you. I've heard that you said you enjoyed our match being a really physical one.”

“I did. Being physical on the pitch is one of my strengths as a player. I thought it was well-known”, Katie dramatically said, as she gained a cute chuckle from the Australian woman.

“Don't worry. It is well-known.” said Hayley as she rolled her eyes.

“You said— You said it was always a battle to play against me. Did you enjoy fighting against me as much as I did enjoy being physical with you?”

“You can tell I did. Not my favourite way of being physical, but I did have a great time.”

Katie's eyes opened widely as she held a shocked expression for a few seconds. She was not expecting that kind of answer from a Hayley Raso that was slightly embarrassed in front of her not even ten minutes ago.

“Did I scare you, sweetheart?”

“No.”

“You seem—”

“No. I'm fine. Just curious about you too. Tell me which way you enjoy being physical the most.”

“I don't have enough time to properly show you that. Caitlin's gonna arrive any time soon. Does she even know you're here waiting for her?”

“No.”

“So?”

“So, what?”

“Tell me what do you want, Katie, and with whom.”

As Katie sighed, the door slowly opened, so she grabbed Hayley into the bathroom and locked the door”

“Rass, I'm here! Hayley?"

“Yeah, Cait, I'm taking a shower. Well, I'm about to.” Hayley shouted from the bathroom as she turned on the tap.

“Okay.”

As the sound of the water falling down in the shower, Katie whispered, “She's not leaving?”

“Why the fuck would she leave, Katie? This is her room too. Now tell me why have you locked us in the bathroom?”

They both tried to not be heard by Caitlin, who was laying down on her bed scrolling through her phone.

“What's the plan?”

“You're asking me? You are the one who has locked us in the bathroom, with me being almost naked and you being this near me."

The water kept falling down the tap, camouflaging Katie and Hayley's voices.

“Look, we need to get out of here. You can message Caitlin and tell her to meet you in your hotel room, or in any other place. I can't take a shower for too long, or she will eventually get worried.”

“I haven't answered your question.”

“Katie, this is not the right ti—”

“Shh.” the Irishwoman said as she placed one finger on Hayley's lips.

“I have a thing going on with Caitlin. Nothing too serious. Kind of a fling as we both have just gotten out of a relationship. But it's not easy to have you like this in front of me.” she said as she let her head fall on Hayley's right shoulder. “It's not easy to smell your skin, to sense how soft it is.”

She slightly moved her head, making Hayley shiver.

“I want you to show me your favourite way to being physical, as you said earlier. Not here, not like this, because as you've said, we don't have enough time. I'm not implying to wait until nighttime, because we don't have to, but know that I also have the urge to show you my way of doing things. Things I want you to enjoy without being in a rush. Slowly but steady.”

As Hayley was at a loss of words, Katie continued.

“Don't feel pressured to accept my offer. Have in mind I don't have anything serious with Caitlin nor with anyone else. I'm not prepared yet. As you've said before, I don't like feeling vulnerable in front of people I don't consider close to me, so—”

“But, you're being vulnerable now while telling me this.”

“I know. And it's not easy. But it's sincere. I have no idea of how we are going to get out of here because even if Caitlin and I are nothing serious, I don't want to put you through this situation. But know that I'll be more than happy if today, tomorrow or whenever you feel ready, we spend some time enjoying each other's company.”

“Hayley? I need to use the bathroom.”

Both women inside the bathroom looked at each other with a worried expression.

“The door it's locked Cait. I'm sorry. Wait until I'm done.”

As she heard Caitlin swear, she pleaded Katie, “God, Katie, message her anything. She needs to get out of this room so you can leave.”

As Katie agreed to do so, she looked for her phone.

“What?”

“My phone's out there. On the bed.”

“WHA—”

“Shh.”

As Katie rushed to cover Hayley's mouth, Caitlin asked confused, “You okay, Rass?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Are you always this noisy?”

“Katie, not the time for this kind of jokes.”

“I'm not joki—”

“Rass, I'm going to Sam's room to use her bathroom. Take your time, girl. Let's see if when I come back you're still playing The Little Mermaid.”

As they heard Caitlin getting out of the room, Katie rushed to grab her phone and left, not before leaving a soft caress on Hayley's cheek, “Keep me updated, beautiful mermaid. You know my Instagram.”

Surprisingly, Katie succeeded into getting out of the hotel without being caught by any Australian members.

As she was on her way to her hotel, she received a few messages from Hayley.

hayleyraso: It wasn't easy for me either to have you so damn near me.

hayleyraso: Let me know if you have any ideas for our meeting...today

Katie smiled.

katie_mccabe11: I'll book a room in a hotel where there won't be any football players staying. Not an easy task, though.

hayleyraso: okay, pretty girl

katie_mccabe11: see you later 🧜‍♀️🫧🛁

[wheels-of-despair]

@oneforthemunny's one-derful year The Title: The Big Three The Eddie: Dom!Eddie The Prompt: Revisit The Greatest Horny Hours Ever The Summary: A certain bratty reader finds herself reliving a familiar situation with Dom!Eddie... or three. The Words: 3k Youths and ageless blogs, Do Not Interact. I will block your ass.

It had been a pleasant evening.

After a few hours of shopping at the mall in the next town over, you and Eddie had stopped for dinner at a nice little restaurant nearby. Your waitress was sweet - a grandmotherly type - and the food was great. Eddie didn't even complain when you ordered a salad and proceeded to pick at his "real food".

Until he got up to pay the check, and you saw her.

That bitch Sandy.

The reason you never went to that cute little Woodstock-themed restaurant in Hawkins ever again. She'd practically drooled over Eddie, flirted with him right in front of you, shoved her tits in his face. And he didn't even fucking stop her.

You'd fought about it on the way home, and he'd pulled the van over and pulled off his belt in an embarrassing event that you mentally refer to as The Mel's Parking Lot Incident. Both your face and your ass burned at the memory of it.

And here she is again. Still dressed like a cheap hooker. Tying on an apron that was longer than her slutty little skirt.

"Oh, hey, baby! It's so nice to see you again! Still got that beautiful hair!" She reaches out and runs her glittery talons through Eddie's hair. YOUR Eddie's hair. The asshole smiles and mumbles something that makes her giggle. You rise out of your seat and stomp toward them with your fists and your jaw clenched. You're going to fucking kill her this time.

He hears you coming.

"No."

You keep walking, and he places himself in your path.

"No."

You growl and try to step around him. In any other situation, he might laugh, but in front of his whore, he grabs your arms to hold you still.

"Van. Now." He puts his keys in your hand and marches you to the door and pushes you out of it. He stands there, inside the door, guarding it for a second, until you stamp your foot in defeat and march toward the van, parked just a few steps away.

You unlock the passenger door and climb in and watch through the windshield as he drops a few bills on the table for your waitress and picks up the purse you'd forgotten about. He smiles and says something to that bitch behind the counter on his way out.

You're LIVID.

He steps outside, and his smile drops when his eyes settle on you. He tries to open his door, but you haven't unlocked it yet. He taps on the window. You fix him with a glare and cross your arms.

"Unlock the fucking door."

You roll your eyes and reach across to pull up on the lock. Not because he told you to. Because you're ready to give him a piece of your mind. He hops in and slams the door, dropping your purse on your lap.

"Keys."

You throw them at him.

They hit his arm and drop into the floorboard with a jingle. Instead of reaching for them, he slowly turns to you.

"You remember what happened last time you pitched a fit over her?"

You want to reply with a real zinger, something that'll make his jaw drop. But the memory of The Mel's Parking Lot Incident silences you.

"Pick 'em up."

You seethe.

"Pick 'em up, or I'm gonna come over there and give all these fine people a show."

You look through the diner's windows at all the people eating… and see HER. Staring at you. Bet seeing Eddie punish you because of HER would make that bitch's fucking year. You reach for the keys and drop them in his lap, then face your window with your arms crossed.

Eddie starts the van and backs out of the spot. A few minutes of driving passes in tense silence.

"What's your fucking problem?" he asks after a while.

"You're my fucking problem."

"I'm gonna be if you don't quit acting like a little bitch."

You're the bitch? Your rage bubbles.

"So did you know she was working there? Is that why we went there? Did she blow you when you went to the bathroom? Or did you slip out back and fuck her against the dumpster?"

"What the fuck?!"

"Fuck you! " you yell. "And your ugly whore, too!"

Eddie laughs. LAUGHS.

You pick up your purse and throw it at him. It's the closest thing in reach. He swerves and slams on the brakes. Your seatbelt keeps you from hitting the dash. The things you'd bought at the mall and stashed in the back go flying. A pack of brightly colored bath beads flies by you and spills into the floorboard by your feet. The van comes to a shuddering stop in the middle of the quiet road. Shit.

You look from the mess to Eddie's red face. You can see the vein pulsating in his neck.

"Alright."

Shit.

Eddie changes gears and keeps driving, scanning the side of the road for a place to pull off. You've done it. You're not going to be able to sit for a fucking week. And it's all that fucking whore's fault.

Eddie finds a forgotten driveway that looks like it leads to nowhere and pulls the van into it. How far does this go? Has he been here before? If you run, how long will it take for him to catch you? How much worse will it be? Your thighs clench. Your nails dig into the seat. Finally, the van comes to a stop. You look around, wondering if people can still see you from the road.

Eddie turns off the ignition, gets out, and stomps around the front of the van. His face is red. His jaw is clenched. You're going to get it.

So you lock your door before he can yank it open.

He looks from the handle up to you with fury on his face.

"Unlock. The. Door."

You shake your head.

Eddie glares for a second, then walks back around the front to his side. You reach over and lock that too. The keys are still in the ignition. You'll let him in when he calms down.

"You're playing a dangerous game, little girl," he growls through the glass. His tone makes the heat pool between your legs.

"Are you gonna say the word, or are you just being a fucking brat?"

You know the word he means. But you don't feel like it's the right time to use it. You stick your tongue out at him. What's he gonna do, break his own window?

He disappears. The back? Can he get in the back? No, the back is always locked, because he keeps his band equipment in there.

You frantically look from mirror to mirror, wondering where he'd gone to. Is there a secret Flintstones hole in the bottom he can climb though? What's he doing? You're leaning over to look out the back window when you hear a click coming from your door.

Fuck. The spare key he hides by the back tire.

He's got your door open before you can flee out the driver's side. You slip on one of the bath beads and fall over the seat.

"No you don't," he grunts, grabbing your ankle.

"Eddie, I'm sorry!"

"You're gonna be," he growls, pulling you to him.

Your feet hit the ground, but they're not there for long. He sticks his boot on the edge of the doorframe and props a leg up and tosses you over it, holding you in place with a strong arm around your waist. You dangle helplessly as he flips your dress up and starts smacking.

"Ow!" Slap! "Eddie!" Smack! "I'm sorry!" You kick out in protest, and he responds by shifting you further over his thigh and smacking harder. You try to brace yourself on the side of the van, to get at least some kind of leverage so you're not flopping around helplessly, but it's useless. You can't do anything but flail and cry.

And then, before you know it, you're standing upright again. You bounce back against the door as you get your bearings.

You look at him bashfully. You bat your teary eyes, hoping he'll just tell you to get back in the van.

"Go pick me a switch."

"Eddieeee," you whine.

"Plenty to choose from. Make it a good one."

"It's not my fault!" You stamp your foot again. "It's HERS!"

Eddie starts to roll his eyes, but they land on something in the van.

The new wooden bath brush he'd picked out at Bed Bath & Beyond had fallen out of its bag. Eddie had spotted it on a clearance shelf, picked it up, and smacked it on his hand to test it. The crack echoed through the store and made your thighs clench. He'd smirked and placed it in your basket. You'd had to carry it around for the rest of your shopping trip, wondering if everyone else knew what it was really going to be used for.

It had seemed fun and sexy at the time.

When he reaches for the bath brush with one hand and you with the other, like he knew you would try to run, you quickly change your mind.

He tosses you back over his thigh and starts bringing that big wooden brush down on your ass. You squirm and whine as the burn sets in. Eddie stops for a second, and you think it's over... until he yanks your panties down to your knees. You whine, but he just keeps going. The wood cracks so loudly against your bare skin, you're sure all the wildlife has fled the vicinity in terror. You cry in protest and humiliation at being bared out here in the open, but he doesn't stop spanking until you give in and quiet down.

"You gonna be good now?"

"Yeah," you sniffle, wishing there was more of a cool breeze on your ass right now. Your panties had slid down your legs at some point and landed in a crumple on the ground. You hadn't noticed until just now.

"Yeah?" he asks with another hard smack.

"Yes, sir," you correct yourself.

"Good girl." He puts you back on your feet. "Now go pick me a switch."

"Eddie, I said I'd be good," you whine.

"Then go pick me a fucking switch."

You huff and stomp away and pick a fucking switch, strip it of its leaves, and bring it back to him.

"Hands on the side of the van."

You glare at his stupid van and flatten your hands against it.

"Spread your legs."

You spread your legs.

He steps closer and pulls your short dress up, bunching it up and tucking it in so it won't be in his way.

"Stick that ass out."

You bend over further and give him his target.

SWISH.

The first strike isn't so--

SWISH!

BAD!

The switch swishes through the air so quickly, you're glad you weren't asked to count. You cry and shift your weight and try to avoid the stinging lashes setting your ass on fire until he steps closer and grabs you around the waist.

"Stay still," he orders over his shoulder. He keeps his arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you to his side as the switch keeps flying.

You try to obey, but it's so hard. By the time Eddie's done switching you, he's got his jean-covered leg between yours to keep you from lurching forward to escape the sting, and you're pretty sure there will be a wet spot when he releases you.

He drops the switch and gives your burning rear a rub, and you sigh, thinking it's over.

"Alright, hands back on the van," he orders with a light smack to your right cheek.

"What?" you ask, eyeliner streaming down your face. He reaches for his belt buckle, and you sob. "Eddie, I'm sorryyy."

Eddie unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops, never breaking eye contact with you. He folds the leather in half and holds it up and jerks it with a loud SNAP. You flinch at the sound. He lifts his hand and makes a twirling motion that means "turn around."

You do what he wants. Hands on the van, legs spread, ass out.

"Count."

You take a deep breath and brace for--CRACK.

"One!"

CRACK!

"Two," you cry as the belt lays another stripe.

"Three, four," on your already-tender sit-spots.

"Five!" on the left.

"Six!" on the right.

"Seven, eight!" stripes the tops of your thighs.

"NINE!" and "TEN!" set your whole ass on fire.

You lean your weight on your hands against the van, praying that he won't go to twenty. But through your sobs, you hear him shushing you as he rubs his hand across your sore ass.

"You got somethin' to say to me?" he rumbles in your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being a brat."

"And?"

You want to stomp on his foot, but you know better.

"And being jealous of that whore."

He smacks your exposed rear with his hand.

"Of that GIRL."

"Better. Anything else?"

"I'm sorry for locking you out of the van and not listening and for being a bad girl," you say quickly, hoping that'll cover it all.

Eddie laughs and dips a finger between your still-spread legs.

"Well shit, if I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoyed that. You like being punished? Like it when I have to spank the brat out of you?"

He slides a finger inside of you, and you have no reply but a moan. You arch your back and spread yourself more for him, hoping he'll add another finger or two. He pumps in and out a few times and starts to circle your clit. You're so close, you can almost--

"Shame there's no dumpster out here to fuck you against," he says, pulling his hand away. You whine. He gives your ass another slap with his sticky hand. "Guess you'll just have to blow me. On your knees."

You salivate at the command and turn quickly to drop to your knees on the grass, reaching for his zipper eagerly. He lets you do all the work, not making a move until he's in your mouth. His hand comes to rest on the back of your head, and you respond with a moan around his shaft.

It doesn't take him long to finish.

"Alright, back in the van," he smirks as he zips up.

"Eddieee," you whine, rubbing your thighs together from your position on the ground.

"Oh, did you want to get off too?"

You wrap yourself around his leg and look up at him with the best puppy eyes you can muster. You must be quite a sight; you know your eyes are red and your eyeliner's running. But you want him in you so fucking bad you don't care about anything else. You'll ride his boot if you have to. If you just shift a little--

"Too bad," he says simply, wrapping his fingers around your upper arm and helping you stand. Before you can protest, he guides you back to the passenger door and helps you into your seat. You hiss when your ass makes contact, and he smirks as he leans over to buckle your seatbelt. You glare down at the bath brush in the floorboard instead of at him.

"Is that how bad girls ride home?"

You look down at yourself, wondering what you've done wrong.

Eddie reaches in and tugs your dress out from under you so that your ass makes direct contact with the cracked leather seat. You'd forgotten about this part of The Mel's Parking Lot Incident. How the hard surface adds heat, and the cracks dig into your tender flesh.

When the van rumbles to life and backs out of the bumpy road, it's like being punished all over again. The paved highway is a smoother ride, but still extremely unpleasant.

You know better than to lift up. Last time, you got caned for it. But maybe if you put your hands on the seat and put your weight on them, it would help take the pressure off…

"Get those hands on your head."

"Won't that look weird when people pass us?" you ask hopefully, mad at him for seeing what you were doing immediately, and mad at yourself for even trying.

"Don't care. Do it."

You pout and put your hands up, the full weight of your burning ass pressing down on that cracked seat from hell.

You were so relieved when Eddie pulled into the driveway. You were nearly free. You'd behaved on the way home, so he wouldn't cane you this time; he'd probably take you inside and cool you off with some lotion and bend you over something so he could admire his work as he plowed into you. You unbuckle your seatbelt and carefully climb out, where he's waiting for you.

"Pick up all those bath beads."

You turn around to start picking up those colorful little beads from the floor, quickly and without protest because you want to get inside and get fucked right now. You feel a breeze. He's lifted up your dress and tucked it in again. Your striped, burning ass is on display for the whole neighborhood.

"Eddie!"

"What?"

"People will see!"

"Better hurry up then," he says, unbothered. He stands behind you, partially blocking the view, but making you feel so exposed… and dirty… and so wet, you're seconds away from dripping.

You stuff the bath beads back into the flimsy plastic box they fell out of as quickly as you can. Eddie opens the side door and stands guard as you re-bag all the things that had scattered after he slammed on the brakes.

When everything is finally back in a bag, Eddie reaches out and lets your dress back down. You both grab an armful of shopping bags, he slams the van's doors closed, and he follows you into the house.

Now it's time for the fun part.

[twola]

that last anon's request was Big Brain and i wanna jump off it to request the opposite scenario: F!reader is sick with some sort of illness, perhaps not terminal like TB but definitely debilitating for however long she has it. she still wants to be intimate with HH!Arthur and Arthur is just worried about nursing her back to health, but does miss her too, you know... could make for some cute NSFW comfort. if you do this request, ty!!! 🤭

Ah! Caring Arthur. What a nursemaid. I volunteer to be sick. Here’s a shorty for you!

I am still working on four more requests, so if you have one pending, fear not, I haven't forgotten about you!

In Sickness

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader  Smut (18+), MDNI

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In which the trip up to Ambarino does not quite go as planned.

The cold winds rolled down the mountain’s face, clouds so dark it seemed like the dusk had already fallen in the midafternoon, the snowbanks growing by the moment as the horses trudge on.

“C’mon - no use in going on - we gotta set up a tent,” Arthur yells over the wind, his face tucked into the tall collar of his coat. 

You nod, pulling the scarf wrapped around your head to cover the lower half of your face, holding on tightly to the reins of your horse, but it is getting harder by the minute to stay upright. You knew you should haven’t come with him when he asked to you to come up to Ambarino on a hunt: you had already not been feeling great.

Now even as you try to wrap yourself closer against the wind and snow, you burn underneath your layers, feeling weaker and weaker as time ticks by. Arthur brings his horse to a stop amongst a grove of snow covered pines, bearing a small refuge from the howling wind.

He slides off his saddle and immediately starts to unpack the tent in his saddle bags, positioning the tent just out of range of the weighed-down boughs of the trees. 

“C’n’ you start a fire?” He has to yell above the wind, and you nod, moving to climb down from the horse. A bout of lightheadedness hits you, and your coming down is far less graceful than usual.

Actually, you land on your back in the snow, moaning out in pain and exhaustion, and your horse, your young mare, whinnies, and rears in agitation.

Arthur looks up and curses, immediately leaping up and trudging quickly through the snow, up to his boots, to where you landed.

“Shit - Darlin’, took a tumble there.” He says as he stoops over you, leaning over to help you up.

That’s when he sees your flushed face, your labored breathing. “Hey, hey - sweetheart, you feelin’ alright?”

A weak moan is all you can muster.

Arthur looks around, mumbling to himself. He steps closer to you and immediately hoists you up with a strong arm behind your back and the other under your knees, and carries you toward the trees, placing you gently on the ground against one of the large trunks. He stoops down on one knee in front of you, his gloved hands cupping both cheeks as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“I’m gonna get the tent up, then we’ll getcha nice and warm, alright there, darlin’?”

You nod, and he leans over and presses his warm lips to your forehead before standing back up and moving toward the tent, working quickly to get it pitched. He grabs the bedroll from his saddle, yours as well, laying them out beneath the canvas. You stumble up, trying to show that you’re not completely useless and wade through the snowbank toward him as he finishes up the tent.

“C’mere,” Arthur reaches for you and you nearly fall into his embrace, he pulls you into the tent, maneuvering your body with ease onto one of the bedrolls before crawling inside himself. He pulls down the canvas flap to keep out the cold, before pulling a blanket over you as he lays on his side next to you.

You want to cry. This was supposed to be an escape for the two of you - some hunting, maybe a lot of time spent in a tent… and now it's all wasted.

“M’ sorry I’m ruining our outing.” You sigh, eyes glassy looking up at him. 

“You ain’t ruining nothin’ there, sweetheart. If you haven’t noticed, it's stormy as hell outside. Even if you was right as rain, we’d probably still be doin’ the same thing just sittin’ in this tent.” Arthur shakes his head as he pats his bandana on your forehead, wiping away the sweat dotting from your clammy skin.

You frown, blinking away tears. “Not uh, we wouldn’t be wasting time away from camp when you’ve been gone for so long.” You add a piteous tone to the last words.

He snorts lightly, understanding your innuendo. “Darlin’, I don’t think you’re up to that now.”

You huff, your red-tinged cheeks betraying how right he actually is. “But I’ve missed you. So much, Arthur.”

“ ‘nd I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

You pout your lips out slightly, knowing that the man had a hard time saying no to you.

“Arthur…”

“Darlin’.”

“Please?”

He sighs. He pulls his hat off, placing it on the ground next to him. “You know you’re a minx, little miss.” He wriggles off his blue fur-trimmed coat, placing it over your body atop the bedroll. He sheds his boots, leaving them beside the canvas flap tied shut to keep the wind out. The cowboy scoots - a funny sight, considering how large he is inside this little tent - completely next to you, placing his lips softly on your forehead before moving to the back of the tent, behind the bedroll.

Arthur moves to sit behind you, pulling you gently to recline on him between his legs. He presses another kiss against your temples, one of his hands moving slowly toward your lap. 

You let out a deep breath as he draws up the blanket covering your lower half, then pulls at your skirts so that they bunch up around your hips.

You give a weak moan as his rough knuckles brush against the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here. Gonna make you feel so good.” He murmurs against your temple as his hand pushes your legs apart. 

He trails up, up, to the waistband of your bloomers, and slides his hand underneath the fabric as you gasp, his fingers trailing downward once more, through the thatch of hair over your cunt to the apex of your thighs as you close your eyes, your hands clenching against his knees on either side of you. 

He rubs, deliciously slow, at your folds, his pointer finger parting them and pressing gently at your weeping entrance before moving back upwards toward the little nub of nerves. You whine, leaning back against him with your head on his shoulder.

After several moments of gently circling that hooded skin, he kisses your forehead as he presses his hand back downward, and dips his pointer finger inside your entrance.

“Oh -” You stutter as your hips buck toward his touch, and he chuckles softly as he presses his finger in further, pressing against your wet, warm inner walls.

You whine, as he pulls his finger from you and pushes back in, a torturously slow rhythm as he works you open.

A gasp bursts from your throat as he adds a second finger, his middle one, thick and long, as he continues his ministrations. 

“There we go, I’ve got you, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

His thumb presses against that hooded skin above your entrance as his middle and pointer fingers crook within your cunt. Your spread legs shake as he slowly works you, as you pant and gasp, finally looking up at him with lust-blown eyes. Your mouth hangs open as your fingers clutch at the blanket.

“I-I’m gonna-” You choke out before he pushes his fingers all the way to the knuckle.

“Come for me, darlin’ girl.” He whispers roughly into your hair, and you do, oh, you do.

You mewl, high-pitched and needy, as you clench around his fingers, a small gush of your arousal dripping from your cunt, down his palm to his wrists.

He pulls you closer, kissing your forehead as he slowly retracts his fingers. He rights the disheveled waistband of your bloomers, pulling them back into place.

“What - what about you?” You breathe heavily, trying to stay awake.

“ ‘M fine, sweetheart.” He replies, pulling the hem of your skirt down and pulling the blanket up over your form as he adjusts you in his arms.

“But - ”

Arthur lays down atop the bedroll, pulling you over his chest, so that your head is pillowed softly on him. He winds his arms around you and kisses the top of your forehead.

“We can see in the morning, if you’re feelin’ better.”

[coffeebanana]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

OOOH FUN TY FOR THE ASK SUNNY. i'm gonna be honest i do not really have a top five. i typically have a top 2 or 3, and it usually varies to include stuff i've either posted recently or stuff i'm currently working on--so stuff that is fresh in my mind so my mind. buuuuuuut i'll see what i can dig up here. in no particular order...

Maybe This Life -- mtl fic is my self-indulgent (read: angsty) long fic of the moment. i can't remember for sure but i think last time i answered this ask i listed this fic even though it was as of yet unpublished? i might be misremembering though. ANYWAYS it's been flowing well lately so i'm very pleased with it. hopefully there will be an update soon(ish) 😊

Say Something -- i'm always surprised every time i find myself myself rereading this one to realize how well it holds up. because i started this over 2 years ago, and a lot of fics i wrote that long ago would have me nitpicking things when i reread. and to be fair i've edited parts of this since they were originally posted, but STILL it always makes me FEEEEL THINGS. and even though i haven't updated in over a year i promise i haven't forgotten about it kasfbdskjb i just need to...finish a couple things before i can return my focus to it

Entangled -- this one is angsty and sciency! what's not to love?

How to Crack a Few Jokes -- this was soooo self-indulgent. and it's still fresh in my mind ergo it makes the list

Villains That Live In My Head OR Pull Me From the Embers -- YES I CHEATED AND PICKED TWO BUT I'M BAD AT DECISIONS. also, these are both short, angsty oneshots that i go back to reread somewhat often. so they occupy a similar go-to comfort read in my mind

[itsjustbyler]

I've read your Mike post and even if I ship mileven I agree with most of it expect ofc the internalized homophobia part. So I will ask what would change for you if Mike is confirmed straight and doesn't have internalized homophobia? Would you dislike Mike?

Hi!!

Well if he truly doesn't have internalized homophobia and is in fact straight, then Mike is still smart, compassionate, brave and someone that would fight for the people they love. However, I would say the writers messed up his character/storyline.

First, sidelining him as El's boyfriend and nothing more since season 3. He doesn't have an storyline for himself in this scenario. He is just a boy who can't say ily to his girlfriend. Even if they wanted to go for only that rote, they haven't even gone deep into that. They could have Mike actually explaining how their parents relationship messed up his head, his trauma and all, witch is what most people speculate. But they decided for "Mike can't say ily because he is scared that it's gonna hurt when El dumps him" (?).

Second, his storyline in S3 and S4 are basically the same. "Mike is only 14", you would say. However, characters need to have a grown even if they are young. A character need to go from point A to point B. Look at the other kids who are also 14 yo. A character can be young and immature but they need to show how this is changing throughout the seasons with their actions and behavior. Look at the difference between Will in S3 and Will in S4 for example. He was also sidelined but even with him having the same struggles as in S3, he behaves completely different about it in S4 and it shows that he has grown.

Mike and Els relationship also is the same as S3. Mike lies to her, she gets mad and dumps him in S3 and they separate, then El lies to Mike (fact that is completely forgotten btw) but since he can't say ily she gets mad, fight with him and they separate again.

They ad unnecessary drama into Will and Mike's relationship too. There are so many ways to portray Will's sexuality without Mike involved or without Mike behaving the way he did in S3. Mike completely ignoring Will in favor of his relationship.

Why? Will could have been jealous and he was, but that was not what leads to their rain fight or their fight at Rink o Mania, is the fact that Mike ignores Will to focus on El and they were suppose to be best friends. Some people gets mad with Will for call him out on it as if he should have just accept this treatment and is acting based only in jealous.

So, if this doesn't have a deep meaning, out of nowhere Mike started acting as a bad friend. And that's the opinion of the GA. Search Mike Wheeler on Google and you will see for yourself. Even on reddit, the most mleven place you can find, there are people saying the same thing.

And that's really sad, as I said in my other post, people tends to hate on him without trying to understand the meaning of his actions. Could this behavior be because of depression and trauma? Of course but then they fail to show it. Again, we can only speculate. I know you probably will disagree, but there is more evidence for Mike to have internalized homophobia than to just be depressed, witch we already knew he was.

And that would not explain why his behavior is directed especificaly towards Will, the boy who is in love with him and that he had a deep relationship with in s1 and even more in S2, such a coincidence... Again, Mike is oblivious, he doesn't know, he doesn't suspects that Will is gay and even if he did, he would not treat Will like that only bc of it. Mike is not a homophobe.

And that is on the writers. There are Mike and El shippers that thinks that we will hate Mike if he turns out to be straight, however Mike is not the problem. Is the writers and how they decided to portray him and the relationships around him. Mike will still have the same qualities he had before, I will still like him, however I would just ad bad friend sometimes into his flaws.

ty for the ask!

[whateverthese2havetournament]

2024 Roster Announcement

Alright, let's get this show on the road.

You all gave me plenty to work with, and though time has passed, I haven't forgotten. I have utilized what I believe to be an unbiased system of sorting relevant entries to the top, and I have a list of 32 and 16 for both the "Men's Division" and "Women's Division".

The Men's Division, in no particular order:

Archie and Maxie, Pokemon

Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, Looney Tunes

Professor Pierre Aronnax and Captain Nemo, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

Sicard and Emmanilain, Final Fantasy XIV

Alber Wesker and Chris Redfield, Resident Evil

Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds

Suguru Geto and Satorou Gojo, Jujutsu Kaisen

Luffy and Zoro, One Piece

Kotetsu T. "Wild Tiger" Kaburagi and Barnaby "Bunny" Brooks Jr., Tiger and Bunny

Yoichi & Kudou, My Hero Academia

Elim Garak and Julian Bashir, Star Trek

Dale Cooper and Harry S. Truman, Twin Peaks

Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha

Composer and Orpheus, Identity V

Eddie Brock and his Symbiote, Venom

Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang, Link Click

Keith and Lance, Voltron

Optimus Prime and Megatron, Transformers

Newt Geiszler and Hermann Gottleib, Pacific Rim

Kim Dokja & Yoo Joonghyuk, Omniscient Reader

Sam and Max

Officer Bailey and That Other Guard, Ghost Trick

Steven Stone and Wallace, Pokemon

Medic and Heavy, Team Fortress 2

Basil and Sunny, OMORI

Ike and Soren, Fire Emblem Path of Radiance

Professor X and Magneto, X-Men

Mercutio and Benvolio, Shakespeare

Stanley and the Narrator, The Stanley Parable

Junkrat and Roadhog, Overwatch

Merlin and Arthur, Merlin

Jessie and James, Pokemon

And the Women's

Madoka Kaname and Akemi Homura, Madoka Magica

Azula, Mai and Ty Lee, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Alice 'Daisy' Tonner and Basira Hussain, The Magnus Archives

Sable Ward and Mikaela Reid, Dead by Daylight

Mina Harker née Murray and Lucy Westenra, Dracula

Xena and Gabrielle, Xena: Warrior Princess

Falin Touden and Marcille Donato, Delicious in Dungeon

Emma Swan and Regina Mills, Once Upon a Time

Ruby Rose and Penny Polendina, RWBY

Milly Thompson and Meryl Stryfe, Trigun

Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley, Scooby Doo

Vriska Serket and Terezi Pyrope, Homestuck

Kimura Seiko and Andoh Ruruka, Danganronpa 3

Lucia and Elincia, Fire Emblem Path of Radiance

Yuri and Natuski, Doki Doki Literature Club

Lyn and Florina, Fire Emblem the Blazing Blade

Wowie, what an all-star cast! Videogames, comics, movies, anime, cartoons, classic literature, and more.

So, I'm going to aim to get the ball rolling, let's say October 14th. I'll start with Men's Round 1, then the following week do Women's Round 1, and so on. I will post the actual brackets a bit closer to that date.

In the meantime! If anyone would like to submit any propaganda, images, complaints, objections, or what have you, the ask box will remain open. I know last time had a pretty rocky start, but I am wise for the experience, and I think this time 'round will be even better.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Unwilling pt. 2 | {KokuZan}

(pt.1 here)

Theme: Angst

Note: Aesthetically has no KokuZan pictures cuz i'm using a diff device now.. 

So the picture is a lie there's no fluff :3<3

Ty to @freshbeans6479 and @Im_using_my_rosetoy (on wattpad) for the ideas of the pt.2 ^^!

TW: Mentionss of suicideeee 🥲

This is a bit short, sorryy..

Previously: 

He smiled at it, a sort of bitter smile.

"I tried," he whispered, leaning forward and closing his eyes.

Blue and red lights flashed across his gaze and he blinked wearily, confused. His whole body hurt and he groaned. 

"Sir, I need you to stay still. We're going to give you an anesthetic," someone said, holding Muzan's body up.

He could barely register the words and blacked out before he knew what was happening.

When he woke up, his head hurt like hell and he didn't know what was happening. His throat felt parched and he winced as he tried to sit up, looking around. He appeared to be in a hospital room, he knew that, but he didn't remember anything that had happened in the last... he didn't remember much, actually.

He felt almost like a chunk of his brain had been chopped away. 

There was talking outside the door and two people stepped into the room. One wore a white robe and had a nametag on it. The other person was a mystery for he didn't appear to be someone who worked here, neither someone Muzan recognised. 

"Muzan!" the unknown person said. 

The one with the nametag—Tamayo, apparently—stayed at the door. She said something to the other person then nodded and left.

Muzan was his name, right? Right. How did this person know it. 

The person moved to stand next to his bed and said, his face creased with worry, "Are... are you alright?" 

"Who are you?" Muzan asked. Or rather, he tried to ask but his throat was so dry it came out in a choked cough.

The person quickly handed him some water which Muzan realized he couldn't even drink given that his hands felt stiff. 

The man, which he could now see had long black and red hair tied up in a ponytail, brought the cup to Muzan's lips and he drank needily, sighing deeply once he'd finished.

"Who are you?" he repeated now, his voice clearer.

The man, then, looked hurt and almost scared. "You... you know who I am!! I'm... I'm Michika-... Kokushibo." 

The supposed Kokushibo went to grasp Muzan's hands but he thought better of it and stopped.

"I don't know any Michika," Muzan said. He raised an eyebrow—or at least he hoped that was what he did. "Do you know me?" 

The man—Kokubisho (not a typo<3), 'Michika', whatever—nodded, looking almost desperate. "You... you don't remember me?"

"No, now please leave I don't feel to bothering with random strangers," Muzan huffed.

"You know me!! You... don't you remember?" Kokubisho asked. 

"No! Haven't we already landed on that??" 

He looked down. "You forgot... You hit your head too hard and the doctors said you would forget but I was hoping you didn't." 

"Yeah, yeah, enough bullshit anyone can come up with a lie. Now go away," Muzan ordered, though what Kokubisho had said had hit a bit too close to home. He did feel like he'd forgotten a lot, but then again he still didn't feel any familiarity to this man and wouldn't he, if he'd known him? 

Michika glanced one more time at Muzan before turning and leaving with a defeated look in his posture. 

Muzan rolled his eyes. This was so stupid. So fucking stupid.

~~~

Kokushibo was practically in tears when he arrived home to a curious Yoriichi.

"What happened?" Yoriichi asked, concerned.

"He... forgot everything," the former demon said, his voice quiet. 

"Oh?" 

"He forgot me too," Michikatsu said, slumping down on a chair.

"Do you... still like him?" Yoriichi asked hesitantly, confused.

His brother looked up, his eyes teary. "I..." 

"Hm?" Yoriichi moved over, embracing him.

"I do," Michikatsu admitted quietly. "Yes, yes I do. I really do..!"

Yoriichi gave him a sympathetic look. "And..."

"And he doesn't remember me," he finished, his voice tight with sorrow. "He doesn't remember me at all."

~~~

Nakime waited outside the hospital room anxiously as she watched Michikatsu storm out. She was allowed inside, finally, by a woman with her black hair tied back. 

"Thank you," Nakime said, smiling. 

She walked in and saw an irritated-looking Muzan sitting on his bed.

"Muzan?" she said tentatively. 

He looked up. "Are you here to convince me that you know me?" he asked, huffing. 

Nakime looked taken aback before she realized this must be the reason Michikatsu had left so upset. "No, ah... I was the one who found you when you'd gotten hurt and I was, uhm, given your name. So I wanted to check on you," she said, which was partially a lie but besides the part about now knowing him, it was true. 

He looked relieved at that and nodded stifly. "Then, thank you, I suppose, if you really were the one to save me. Do you know how I got hurt?" he asked, looking confused. "I don't remember much."

Nakime averted her eyes, not really wanting to answer. But Muzan pressed her to tell him until she finally gave up. "You were... found at the bottom of a cliff. There really wasn't any way that you'd've been able to get there given that where you were was way off the path under it. I honestly think that you wouldn't have been found if I'd not been on a walk there... it was so far out. Besides that, the impact of all your wounds could only have happened if you'd... fallen off the cliff." She hesitated then, although eventually the reason why became clear.

Muzan's eyes met hers and he saw how sad her expression looked. Putting two and two together, he mumbled, "So I was trying to kill myself?"

Nakime nodded solemnly, drawing her gaze away from his. "That's what we think. Nobody wanders up that hill for mindless activity, it's not safe there anyways."

"Oh."

Silence stretched across the room for a long time and they both just stared at the ground in silence, unsure what to think of anything.

Then Nakime said, rather abruptly, "I'll leave you here then, I suppose..."

Muzan nodded, then paused. "Wait!" he said before she reached the door.

"Hm?" She turned back curiously.

"Do I... Did I know you?" he asked cautiously. "I don't seem to rememeber anything and the man who came in before you insisted that he knew me... I don't recognise either of you but I wanted to know..."

Nakime gave him a pitiful look. "I don't want to force you to believe it, but you did know both me and Michikatsu. You knew him as Kokushibo. And I as Nakime." She took let out a soft breath. "You were quite fond of Kokushibo," she murmured before turning and leaving, closing the door behind her.

Muzan looked down at the blanket draped over his body. So that was why Michika had been so insistent? How fond of him had he been? 

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STOP I KINDA WANT TO MAKE A PART THREE WHERE MUZAN GOES THROUGH THE PROCESS OF REMEMBERING (ppl telling him abt himself basically)

AND ALSO BRING KIE BACK TO HIM

BUT IDK.

😭

Muzan being confused asf:

(sorry if i didn't write it as you'd said there :'> I just kinda went along your og req of uh this:

so uh yeah...

now i go regret not doing my hw <33 

[lilpumkin]

doyoung - nct 🪷

fluff

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"but baby you have to come" you were giggling because of doyoungs whining. "doyoung, ask taeyong first" "TY can y/n come?... he said yes, so please" "okay okay, be there in a bit, love you" "love you too"

for some reason, your boyfriend was wanting you to come to the photo shoot since they were shooting for their new album release.

as you mildly attempted to get ready, you kept on your sweats and t-shirt, pulled your hair into a low loose bun, and walked out the door.

you made it to the studio in a matter of minutes and walked into the shooting area. "hi guys" "hey y/n" they all said in unison. "doyoung is getting his outfit rn" "thanks TY" as you make your way back to his dressing room you knock on the door.

"come in" "hi baby, whatcha gonna wear?" as soon as he heard your voice he spun around and ran over to hug you "hi" he pecked your lips and then showed a gummy smile. "hi...okay, show me what your gonna wear"

"oooo, I like it, hurry up and get changed I don't want to put you behind schedule." he pecked your lips once more before you left to talk to the other members. once you walked back out to the shooting area, you found a couch to sit on while waiting on the others to finish changing.

jongwoo: hi y/n

y/n: hey, I really like the concept fits for this shoot

jongwoo: me too. did doyoung really drag you out here?"

y/n: haha yeah he did

you and jungwoo decided to catch up a bit since you haven't seen any of the members due to the busy schedule. soon the rest of the members came out.

you are the closest with jungwoo out of the group asides from your boyfriend. but you both start dying when johnny came out. johnny looked at you both with a confused expression.

johnny: are you guys ok?

you and jungwoo already knew that you were thinking the same thing.

jungwoo: hyung... are you ever gonna find a shirt?

with jungwoo toppled over himself, you tried forming a sentence which partially came out

y/n: johnny I swear every comeback- you never have a shirt

a/n: you know, just in case y'all forgot🙈

now both you and jongwoo are rolled up on the floor. jonny rolls his eyes and walks away with a smirk on his face. finally doyoung comes out and finds you still giggling to yourself, you manage to point to johnny and doyoung covers your eyes.

"eyes for me only princess" "obviously but why can nobody give johnny a shirt every comeback" you manage to get a little giggle out of doyoung.

soon the photo shoot started and they started with solo shots which gave you and doyoung a little time to yourself. you and doyoung were cuddling on the couch and listening to music when they had to pull him off of you.

you saw your boyfriend start shooting and he looked so damn good doing it. he caught you staring so he took the opportunity to wink at you which of course made you blush.

the photo shoot ended faster than expected. the boys congregated towards the couch that you never left, and start coming up with dinner ideas. you all decide on this small eatery on the way back toward your apartment.

while you guys were eating doyoung slid subtle flirty hints to you while keeping his hand towards your inner thigh.

while the others were also caught up in conversation, doyoung whispered into your ear gently, "let's go, baby, I wanna spend some time alone with you" "mm, okay"

you and doyoung managed to slip out the eatery in one piece and with no questions asked. it was only a 15 minute drive back.

the short but silent drive back was peace. there wasn't any awkward silence, you were both comfortable with each others company.

when you arrived at your apartment, you both walked inside and plopped down on the couch. you realized that you had to do some work on your laptop, you so went back into your room to find you laptop. "doyoung" "yes princess" "i may or may have not have forgotten i had to finish up so work on my laptop, are you ok if i finish my work while we watch a movie, you can pick" "of course love, come out here" "i'm sorry that i have to finish it, i was working on it before i came to see you earlier"

while doyoung sat on the couch, you sat in between his legs on the floor. you tried to finish as fast as you could, which you were able to finish with in 2 hours.

while you started to put your work things away, you realized that doyoung was asleep. after you finished getting ready for bed, you decided to fill up your water bottle. you felt 2 arms wrap around your waist and a head in the crook of your neck "baby, you know you can get in bed right?" "yeah but i wanted to wait for you princess" you could tell that he was tired. "come on let's go"

as you set your water bottle on you bed side table you catch a glimpse of doyoungs zombie walk and then tosses him self on to the bed dragging you down with him.

"can you pay attention to me now?" you let out a small laugh "always"

as you drift into a deep sleep doyoung snuggles up into your neck again and you both sleep peacefully.

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next morning

you find that your boyfriend is still laying on top of you, but when you try to get up you get dragged back down and with that a husky voice appears "mmm... don't leave me... i think we should here today" "but i have to go to work babe" "mm, no. you don't get to go, we're staying here" "whatever you say doyoung" you giggled a bit and sat you a bit.

"i think we should watch a movie"

"anything for you princess"

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

WIP Weekend

thank you so much for the tag, @mint-ty <3 I didn't think I had that many wips to share but after looking through my notes app, there are actually quite a few things there gathering dust that I mostly forgot about 😭 sooooo here is my list, starting with the earliest:

Zame, si čisti dopamin - this is a bojere fic I started nearly a year ago now, based around the infamous tavastia 1.0 gig and Bojan both discovering and navigating his feelings for Jere. as I remember, I had one more chapter planned that I unfortunately lost motivation for, buuuut as it stands now, I guess it's kinda left on a cliffhanger? sorry 😅 but it holds a special place in my heart as I was just beginning to get very deep into my joker out hyperfixation when I started writing it hehehe

This ship of love is loaded - another bojere fic that I never finished and didn't post, this one was inspired by the release of Huhhahhei by Käärijä 😌 y'know the song's implications of fucking someone on a boat? yeah, I took that and ran with it whilst wearing my tin-foil hat and made it about bojere 😭 it's set on the 2023 eurovision pre-party boat and includes the scene of what is now the first snus proposal. ultimately, I abandoned it because I wanted to include smut but wasn't yet ready to (properly) write mlm smut for the first time back then

untitled jance fic - this is the only time thus far I've written jance (which is actually criminal tbh). it's a very short wip so I'm not entirely sure where I was going with it, but it appears to include Nace attempting to flirt... 👀

it's better if we remain a memory - now, this one is a little more obscure. it's based on the film Bojan is in (Kaj pa Ester?) that I unfortunately haven't watched (c'mon, slovenian film industry, make it available internationally, I beg of you 🙏). basically, I watched the trailer, made up a plot, and made it very very very gay. and then posted all but the final chapter before succumbing to lack of motivation again 😭

Immortalised - .......okay, I just realised I was wrong about only writing jance once, this is another time I tried to write it! this one is all about the incredible jance photoshoot by Damon Baker, exploring their relationship behind the lens. not sure why I never finished this one, if I'm honest 😅

Forgotten Nights - here, we have a bokris wip. this one was going to be a classic friends-to-lovers fic, littered with flashbacks and snippets from the past that both of them were repressing. I found that I didn't properly plan out the sequence of flashbacks though, or where I was going with it so it ended up a little messy as I was writing it and eventually I moved onto other things

a bunch of bokris "5+1 things" fic ideas I never got round to writing properly - specifically, I have 8 fics that I planned for 😭 if you want to know more about one, send me a number between 1 and 8 and I'll tell you what the 5+1 idea was :)

untitled damkris fic - finally, this is what I started most recently. it's inspired by Kris and Damon's recent trip to Ljubljana Castle, and basically they flirt and gay panic all day whilst being idiots and not realising they're both actually crushing hard on each other 😭

if you want to know more about any of these, or read a snippet from one, go ahead and drop into my ask box!!! I shall be more than happy to provide 😌

no pressure tagging (and apologies if you've already been tagged): @trips-around-the-sun @graysantimony @paperphilia @electron-road-suspect :D

[boxwinebaddie]

hi uncle nina! sorry if this is kinda overbearing, but you havent posted anything today so i just wanna check in and make sure youre doing okay! <3

oh my god, sweetheart!!! this is not overbearing AT ALL! this is extremely thoughtful and makes me feel extremely validated. <3

i'm sorry for causing concern, but ty for being concerned about me.

because the school year is coming to a close, things around me at work have been pretty intense, so i've been tossed around like a ragdoll the past week and haven't had much time to write as a result. i also haven't been sleeping very well and rush a lot in the mornings, so i've forgotten to take my mood stabilizer the past couple of days which makes me v sluggish, zombie-ish and unpleasant in general. :/

...when i am like that, as a weird way of sparing you, i suppose, i try not to post on here too much because it feels quite shitty indeed for you to get a notification for my blog just to watch me bitch n moan.

however, i have taken my medication today and feel bad for fumbling kyle week...as we know i'm not really good at holding myself accountable or making deadlines. oddly enough, it's not that i don't want to answer my questions, it's just that other than not being able to really find the time recently, i just can't find the right...words?

( this ask is long and irrelevant, but read if you wish. ilysm. )

or, rather, i don't feel knowledgeable enough the subjects to answer? specifically in the areas of my tsot/tfbw styles and ncuniverses, i feel a little insecure because i don't know sp or the games as well as many other people do, so i'm trying to speed watch episodes/watch speed runs of the games online so i can at least keep some canon intact?

i also am finding that creating and understanding how high fantasy universes work is...difficult? lmao? also because i did crazy stuff with mutations and science and politics in my tfbw ncuniverse, that's also complicated and out of my wheelhouse...tldr: i have big ideas, but i'm not very good at backing them in fact or doing analytical stuff.

but...iiiiii need to, lmao. mental illness, but if i make a universe it has to be fully realized, it has to all make as much sense as possible, echo the canon, enhance it, feel real and be fluid...so if i'm not around too much it's because i'm trying to bolster myself with my sp knowledge ( ik, i'm a fake fan ) and watch/read/research high fantasy concepts and superhero/scientific fiction/dystopian stuff...so if anyone has any recommendations for me to watch or learn from in those realms, i'd appreciate it. again, this is intense...but i care a lot about my craft.

and specifically crafting something worthy of all of you, that makes sense, lives and breathes, reflects the show we love & is interesting.

ANYWAYS!!!! with that said, i got a cool ask about whether or not i have a gunslinger kyle? which? not yet? BUT YOU'RE A GENIUS BABY I AM SOOOOO ON IT!!! please let me cook and watch some things because actually, oh my god, i am very down. i'll update you. i might make a board to gather ideas, omg, omg, it'll be SPICY.

i got an ask about princess kylie, which, bless you, i am also still developing her character, i am going to pour over the books, watch some GOT, do some mapping out, watch some intricate dnd play throughs...and have some answers for you very soon: hang on, baby.

( she's little, bitchy, prissy and does need to be babysat, i'm afraid. )

got some on jersey i'm excited about! sorry for writing that ask meme about the sour skittles like that, again, writing has been trying for me lately and i had a concept that i wanted to share but wasn't sure how to express that. if you guys are alright with getting my asks in the form of notes some times i would appreciate it! anyways, keep your eyes out for some of those...if kyle week runs into next week, sorry.

idk...this is so long. all this to say...i'm really sorry? i haven't been a very solid creator lately, but i'm a little unstable rn. but i am working on it and i hope to be back on the horse by tonight and share my notes at least and show you guys how my brain is working.

in the mean time, please direct as many questions as you would like in the direction of riley, teri and ana who not only are epic writers but have been an epic support system/helping me get back into things.

thank you for caring, thank you for reading...keeping up with this blog and the questions and creating constantly is sometimes challenging, but very rewarding. i promise that i am not neglecting my asks or all of you because i don't care, its actually because i care very much and only want to give you stuff that is awesome and cool and well researched. so, again, just give me a second to get my barings and while it kind of eats at my bad bpd brain i might try and share stuff with you guys that's half baked because the feedback might help.

tldr: i love you, this made no sense, i'm a mess, but i am fine.

miss you and love you. happy kyle week.

-uncle nina

[itzymaeee]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻

Summary: after what happend yesterday you have decided to summon your contracted with.

Song's: Audrey Hepburn - Moon River

Qsie - Moonsetter

Pairing: Platonic avatar x umbran witch!human!reader

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Tw: corny writing,short fic and spoiler

Authors note: sorry for not updating hope you enjoy the story 😭 don't be afraid to comment down!

Bold and italic - "speaking in enochian"

After the fiascos you have witnessed yesterday you already knew neteyam won't visit you and knowing his going to keep an eye on his brother, taking that advantage as you decided to channel your magic.

there stood in front of you is the infernal demon you have contracted with madama eris known for her bloodthirsty in war and bringer of chaos and discord. "I'm surprised the people of this land haven't found and killed you yet? Knowing their dislike of your your race?" She amusedly said you just rolled at her comment "you and your bloodthirst you didn't even greet me" as madama eris just cackled dreadfully with glee as she started to circle you while you're calmly.

Taking your knife out you sliced your hand as the blood drips on the floor of the cave and your clan symbol appeared on the floor as you turned around put your hands in the back of your head posed and chanted "PDI BARMA!". The pentagram glowed and a shadowly figure of a woman appeared.

"I'm surprised you haven't said anything to Jake Sully son what you are" as she stopped in front while you put both of your hands in your waist "I have no reason to tell him about me after all he didn't told me about himself except him complaining about his father, brother and the chief son constantly bullying" you replied despite of your stay here in Pandora neither you and neteyam haven't asked each other about yourselves too busy of learning "but may I ask how do you know neteyam father?" You asked noticing she said neteyam father name.

Looking at madama eris who seemed to be observing she turned her head towards at you "you might have forgotten little witch I'am the goddess of discord and I know every whispers surrounding me especially if it's about war" she said "In hell you might forgot infernal's are known to be nosy bunch, Jake Sully name is very well known in hell after all a man named quaritch is constantly yelling and cursing that name while getting tortured by madama butterfly" she seemed to be amused about the man who was being tortured but stopped as she looked you dead at the eye.

"A little reminder little witch before I go back I have to tell you are faraway from our world" looking madama eris confused "well yeah according to neteyam I'm a thousand miles away from earth?" You told her but all you got was a laugh.

But she still continued laughing annoyed at her before you can tell her off but stopped as your attention was on the familiar sound of footsteps coming toward's the cave entrance but you returned your attention back when you heard madama eris "looks like lover boy is already here have fun little witch" as she vanished in the shadow while laughing mockingly at you.

Neteyam arrived at your cave and saw you standing and looking at the ground annoyed as he looked at you confused "y/n are you alright?" He only got was an angry huffed as you started walked at the woven mat and seated down while grumbling a language he doesn't know as he followed you and seated down a little bit faraway from afraid he might upset you more.

Taking the two unfinish bracelet you have been waving with neteyam at your hands as you offered the other one to neteyam to continue what you guys left. While waving you noticed that neteyam mind is a little bit off today since he continuesly tighten the knot and removing again.

"neteyam" you called at him but he didn't looked up as he continued what he was doing.

"neteyam" you called at him secondly as you notice that his hands was shaking while tying and knoting the seaweed. Annoyed that he was ignoring your call you scotted closer at him.

"neteyam!" As you yelled to get his attention he snapped the seaweed he was waving at the bracelet and looked at you alarmed while you just looked at him worriedly.

"I have been calling you are you okay? your mind seemed not to be good today?" You asked "I'm okay let's just continue what we were doing" noticing that he was changing the topic.

"neteyam I know something is off your ears is droopy so what happend? Did something happen to your brother?" you asked him but he just stubbornly Shaked his head no as he tied the seaweed he snap so you decided to wait.

It was silent between you two as the only thing you can hear was the oceans wave at the background as you looked at neteyam worriedly. So you decided to let him tell you at his own why he seemed to be in distress it was an hour of you two waving and you constantly looking at him he seem to be notice that as he stopped waving.

"the chief daughter and son decided to show us their own sacred tree of souls that was located underwater me and sister's was in awe as the cheif daughter happily joined them to connect with the ancestor's" he stopped as he seemed to be taking a full breath as you softly hold his hand as you squeezing his hand in support "everything was fine but my sister Kiri something happend she got a seizure while she was connected at the tree during that moment I felt dread watching my sister going through that" as you gasped at what you heard worried at Kiri as you quietly watched as neteyam shed a tear your heart aches at him.

"oh neteyam" you softly said as you gather him in embraced as he sobbed at your shoulder as you rocked both of your bodies in attempt to sooth him. You continued to do that as you softly singed a song that your mother sing at you everytime your sad.

Moon river, wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

As you softly singed at him as his cries gone only his softly hiccups.

Two drifters, off to see the world

There's such a lot of world to see

We're after the same rainbow's end

Waitin' 'round the bend

As you let go of your hug and cupping his face and softly removing the tears at eyes as you looked at him softly.

My huckleberry friend

Moon river and me

As you ended the song and smiled at him as he looked at you softly while holding your hand "I never knew you can sing" he said as you jokingly scoffed at him "what you thought I have an ugly voice?" And he has a audicity to nod as you gasped "is this the thanks I get after comforting you? next time you will never gonna hear my voice" as you joked let go of your hand and huffed at him but he just laughed at your antics.

"okay okay I was just joking you have a beautiful voice" he said and you smiled as you smirked at him "of course I have after all I have graced you with it"

"wow you really are arrogant you know what I take back what I said"

"hey no take back" as you pointed at him but but stopped as you both laughed. After you both finished laughing you and neteyam decided to seat outside the cave and enjoy the watching the sky slowly turn into nighttime.

"thanks for comforting me and sorry for you to see me at that state" neteyam said beside you as he continue watches the sky. "Nah it's fine and I don't mind you know if ever you felt sad just come at me even though your annoying but I don't mind" you said as you heard him gasp and Snicker at it. "What do you mean annoying?!?" But you ignored him as you continue to enjoy the view of the sky huffing at you.

As both of you seat quietly at the rocky shore while enjoying the view and the sound of the wave after an hour neteyam decided he needs to return back before his father and mother noticed his missing as both you and neteyam goodbye to each other you watch him call his ilu and mounted on it.

Before he can leave you called him his name "neteyam I mean it what I said" you said at him as he looked at you "you mean me being annoying?" You rolled your eyes at him "I mean about if ever if you need someone to tell or to let out just come at me okay and also yes that too" as you said amusedly but serious about it. He smiled and nodded as you watch him go back at the island wishing him and his family that his sister will be well, while continue watching the sky noticing it's almost nightine seeing some stars.

Taglist:

@anxiety-queer

@phantomalex14

@blackgaladriel

@spqce-bun

@bitch-i-lovee-you

@mandokarla-mavrok

@yu-rylee

[cinnamon-stheater]

>Since I haven't posted a lot of fanfiction, I thought it might be a good idea to open requests! My lack of writing fanfiction comes from a lack of inspiration, which I think requests can help with ^^

Can you do some mizuena please?

ꔫ She Who Tied This Ribbon 𐙚

This was deeper than intended; it was originally supposed to be pretty fluffy but anyway. Mizuki angst incoming They/them pronouns for Mizuki! I'm really sorry it's so late! It didn't help that I started it five days late either so uh yeah Like. Halfway proofread. I apologize for any ooc things! I hope you enjoy!! Let the show begin☆

The soundless glow of Empty Sekai materialized into being around Mizuki, the colorful triangles quickly fading away. The familiar light gray landscape, the tall dark structures, the numerous platforms that rose unevenly from the ground. They all comforted Mizuki, easing them into a melancholy calm.

They'd entered a state of dejection after the thoughts had consumed them whole last night. They'd laid awake in bed, the world dark around them, before finally getting up to work on the Nightcord music video, even though there wasn't much left to do. They just needed something to clear their head. Only Ena had been online, and she'd tried to press Mizuki about their feelings, albeit with no luck. It only left Ena feeling helpless and Mizuki exhausted.

Mizuki had finally fallen into a light doze, but when they woke up they didn't feel any less tired. Their only refuge was Empty Sekai. But when they entered, they were met with a sight they had not expected.

Ena was sitting on one of the platforms on her phone, and the sight of her sunk Mizuki's heart like an anchor. It wasn't that they didn't like Ena - more that they weren't sure if they wanted to talk about their feelings right now.

But Ena saw them and waved them over, calling out, "Mizuki! Come here!" Mizuki obliged, trying their best to keep their steps light and voice cheerful.

"Hey, Ena! What is it?" They sat down next to the other Nightcord member, forcing a smile. They prayed Ena would've already forgotten about last night, but Ena wasn't that type of person.

Fortunately, they were saved when Ena started talking about art block instead. "I've been stuck for a while -" She cut herself off suddenly, noticing something. "Mizuki, you changed your hairstyle?"

"Huh?" Mizuki blinked blankly for a moment before realization dawned on them. Instead of its usual side ponytail, Mizuki's pale pink hair was down, having been brushed but not tied up. They only wore their hair down during Nightcord's occasional sleepovers, so it was definitely odd for Ena to see them like this.

"Must have forgotten to tie it up," Mizuki shrugged nonchalantly. "I didn't bring a ribbon with me. I'll be back in a minute!" They brought out their phone to leave the Sekai, to maybe catch a tiny breather or even make an excuse not to come back, but Ena stopped them.

"Hold on, I think I have a ribbon on me," she said, fishing around in her pocket. "Here." She held out a thick black ribbon in the palm of her hand, presenting it to Mizuki. It was a floppy little thing, but pretty nonetheless.

"Oh, that's cute!" Mizuki grinned. "I never knew you carried around ribbons, Ena."

"Can I tie it up for you?" Ena asked. "Since you don't have a mirror and all." Mizuki nodded. They bet they probably would've been able to tie a side ponytail without a mirror, but Ena seemed to really want to.

"Sure," they agreed. "I can trust you to tie it well."

Ena gathered up Mizuki's hair in her hands, her fingers lightly brushing Mizuki's neck. Mizuki forced themselves not to tense up. Len tying their ribbon was one thing, but Ena tying their ribbon was a completely different thing that left Mizuki feeling weirdly excited and full of anticipation. Even as they tried to ignore it, tried to push it down, it grew stronger.

Last night... Mizuki hadn't been themself. They didn't know what caused the sudden misery to sweep over them, only that they were thinking, and one thought led to the next and suddenly they were drowning in an ocean of them and couldn't breathe. When they'd tried to work to get their mind off of it, Ena had interfered...

But, even as she pried, Ena was trying to help them. She didn't mean any harm... and if Mizuki really was honest, hadn't Ena been the one to pull them out of that ocean? Hadn't Ena been the one to help them breathe again, the one to hold a lantern to light up the snow-covered pathway ahead?

If Mizuki thought about it that way... could they speak? Could they untie the ribbon around their heart? Could they follow the snow-covered path, close the distance, if there was a chance they could see all the snow melt away? These thoughts... they weren't like the thoughts Mizuki had last night. Instead of anchors, they were wings, instead of tears, they were smiles.

The two could have sat there for days, years, or twenty-five lifespans - all would be but a single breath in the endless march of time, no moment more or less beautiful than the next. Even though Mizuki knew time was still marching, it was still ticking and tocking as steady as footsteps in the snow, they felt as if it was standing still just for them, this moment tied as fair and true as a ribbon.

The sound of their heartbeat broke the illusion, as soft as a butterfly's wings, reminding them that time was still passing, no matter how much they wanted it to stop. Was this right? They still wished there was another way, but there was only one. They couldn't keep running away.

The soothing movement of Ena's fingers, smoothing out Mizuki's hair, the gracefulness with which she held them - they really were the hands of an artist, grounding them and centering them in the wide expanse that was Empty Sekai. Mizuki found themself feeling lost and at home all at the same time, their heart at ease for the first time in a while as Ena tied the ribbon.

It flopped down against their ponytail, much unlike the red one Mizuki usually wore. Ena lowered her hands with a smile. "Done."

"Thanks, Ena!" Mizuki grinned. "You're not half bad."

"What's that supposed to mean?" A slightly offended look overcame the girl's features.

"Nothing, nothing."

Maybe their heart had grown wings or something, but Mizuki no longer felt like they were sinking in an ocean. They involuntarily brought their hand up to brush their fingers across the ribbon tied in their hair. Ena had tied it... not Len, nor their own two hands. Ena.

The thought lightened them, like a lantern glowing deep within their soul, searching out little pieces of them that they'd shut away. It was scary, but they wanted to find those parts of themselves they closed off and face them. And, if they were allowed a selfish thought in this world, they wanted Ena to be beside them while they did.

The two sat there for a long time after that, laughing and chatting amiably. There was still that nagging feeling in the back of Mizuki's mind, eating at the corners of their heart, but they could forget it for now. For now, they just wanted time to stand still, even for just a moment. In that heartbeat of a moment, a ribbon could be tied.

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Kind of a lot to unpack but yayyy mizuena!! I love mizuena so thank you for requesting this fic anon!! I hope you enjoyed!

The show has ended~☆