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[theonenbwithadisconcertinggrin]

Just finished Clair Obscure: Expedition 33 you guys

[ohitslen]

Life update! A shit ton of projects LQNWKKQ in between breaks I’ve been doing some of the things I wanted to get around to tho!

• Finished cleaning the first chapter of the next fic im planning (the reincarnation one!)

•Almost done with the interlude fic (not an actual interlude, im gonna finish easy to care easy to love soon, this thing and then the incarnation one so yeah the in between fic if you will ) of Vash getting a little upset, just a little, a tiny bit 🤏

•Almost done with the next update for “Easy to care, easy to love” (scheduled for this weekend!)

Aaaaand that’s about it! Thanks 🏃‍♀️

[honeybeefae]

7 Minutes In Heaven (Bat Boys x Reader)

Summary// After a night of drinking and a confession that friends should not say to each other, you find yourself on the receiving end of your three best friend’s wicked desires to make sure you are taken care of.

(Hoooooly hell this was a LOT to write and it took me so long but I am so happy with how it came out. 16 pages, 5K words, and I really hope you guys like this. This is obviously just pure smut but we all know that’s why you’re here. ;) Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Foursome, Double penetration, Spitting

The fire was roaring in the hearth while the smell of bread and wine filled the cabin air. Rhys, Cass, Az, and you were all sitting in a circle by the couch as you joked about old memories, the outside world seemingly far away as you took a relaxing breath and enjoyed the company of your friends.

You had come up here after your father had surprised you with an arranged marriage back in your birthplace within the Court of Nightmares. Despite your job with the inner circle he still felt as if he had control over you and you were lucky that Rhys had been there to swoop you away and hide you here.

It had been three days since then and you had no plans of leaving anytime soon. The four of you were as close as could be and you were thankful they had dropped everything to help you out and be a shoulder to lean on.

Four wine glasses lay empty beside each of you though none of you were drunk by any means, the conversation light and mellow as you reached for the half-empty bottle beside Rhys.

“So, Y/N,” Cassian began, smirking when you rolled your eyes at his prying tone. “Who were you going to be wed to?”

“Really?” Rhys deadpanned. “Do you have to kill the mood?”

“It’s okay. I know he can’t help his gossiping ways.” You say sickly sweet, drinking down the red liquid faster than you should’ve. “It was some friend’s son of Keir’s. A terrible man no doubt looking to climb ranks like the rest of them. And with me being the only daughter of my father, you know he was looking to make alliances to secure his power as well.”

“They’re all like that. It’s pathetic.” Azriel grumbled from his spot on the floor.

“The men are the worst of them all, treating us daughters lesser than.” You snort and lean back on your hands. “It just sucks that us women are caught in the crossfire of your pissing contests.”

“Our pissing contests?” Rhysand echoed, arching his brow as you waved your hand in the air to gesture vaguely.

“Men in general. It’s so much harder for us than it is for you when it comes to scenarios like this. You guys get to go and do whatever you want, fuck whoever you want, etc., while we have to be everything all at once lest we ruin our family image.” Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head in irritation as you ranted to the group.

“If I were a man I wouldn’t have to put up with being treated as a mere breeding sow or a stepping stool to a higher purpose. I could take what I wanted.” They were all watching you with amusement as you crossed your arms over your chest, glowering. “For example, I bet the three of you never once got lectured on the importance of maintaining your purity for a woman or how to please them properly.”

“Well, no, but-” Cassian tried to interrupt but you raised to sit on your knees and snapped your fingers in exasperation, cutting him off.

“Exactly my point! It’s a sexist, ridiculous outlook on women as a whole. We shouldn’t be made to feel bad about wanting our own pleasure when you lot can take part in yours whenever you please.” You realized too late how you had completely derailed the conversation and glanced at your now empty glass of wine, making a note to keep it that way.

“You certainly have very strong feelings towards this subject.” Rhys pointed out, his violet eyes twinkling in the firelight. “I didn’t realize this was such a sore topic. Shall we join you in your celibacy?”

All three of them laughed and you felt your face heat in embarrassment. It was your own fault for making it such a big deal and you were starting to regret the ammunition you had just given them. You rushed to defend yourself from whatever picture they were painting of you. 

“I’m not celibate, I just-” You tried to get out, your voice cracking as you considered your words.

Three pairs of eyes stare at you as you clear your throat and straighten your spine, finding a small stain on the rug underneath you to focus on. “I mean that in the sense that you don’t have to feel obliged to do that since I’m not. I just think the issue needs to be talked about more.”

“The issue of your sex life?” Azriel quipped, grinning when you threw a pillow at him.

“No! The issue of the scale of men and women.” You retort with a flip of your middle finger. “Can we just change the topic?”

“I just can’t believe you’ve actually had sex with someone. What would your mother think, Y/N?” Cassian faked a dramatic gasp and you resisted the urge to chuck the glass bottle at his head. 

"Listen-” You try to cut in but your pleas fell on deaf ears as all three of your best friends started to gang up on your blushing state.

“You have had sex before right?” Rhys smirked devilishly. “Touching yourself doesn’t count, it takes two people.”

“Or more.” Azriel gave you a wink and you blushed crimson, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to regain control of the situation.

“Yes, yes. I’ve done it before with someone else.” You felt self-conscious even admitting to that and you could tell they wanted more details. Before they could even ask though you held out your hand to silence them. “Why am I in the hot seat? Can we move on to someone else? Or a new topic entirely?”

“Oh no, this is very interesting. I want to know more.” Rhys raised an eyebrow, shooting his brothers an amused glance as you shook your head.

“Well if it’s so interesting how about I ask you how many people you’ve had sex with, hm?” You challenged your High Lord, blinking in surprise when he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“I have no problem telling you how many. What was it you said, we shouldn’t be made to feel bad about seeking our own pleasure?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm as you puckered your lips in silence. “I would say at least thirty.”

“Thirty?!” You were shocked.

“If you think that’s scandalous you really don’t want to hear Azriel’s…or Cassian’s.”

“How do you even? Were you courting all of them?”

Rhysand snorted while Cassian and Azriel grinned, the former laying sideways and propping his head up on his elbow. “You do know you don’t have to be courting someone to fuck them right, princess? Sex isn’t magically unlocked by writing poems and delivering flowers.” Cassian teased.

“I know that.” You snapped, frowning. “I just don’t see why. It doesn’t even feel that good.”

The room immediately fell into silence and your body tensed. All three of your friends were staring at you, mouths open, with shocked expressions. You brought your knees up to your chest, a comfort action, as Azriel cleared his throat and clicked his tongue.

“What doesn’t feel good? Sex itself?” He questioned, watching you shrug. “How many people have you had sex with, Y/N?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You went on the defense immediately, knowing they would laugh. However Rhys held out his pinky for you to hook, his face serious as he promised you that no one would make fun of you.

You mulled over lying or not but you knew they would be able to tell. It wasn’t something you were proud of but you truly never got the appeal of it. A few girls back in the Court of Nightmares were constantly bragging about it but you didn’t get the desire.

“Two.” You whispered, wincing when Cassian almost choked on his drink.

“Two? Did you say two?” He said hoarsely, hitting his chest with an open palm to clear his throat. “How old are you?”

“Why does it matter?” You ran a hand over your face frustratedly. “Why is any of this relevant to our friendship? Yes, I’ve only had sex with two people. It was painful, lasted a couple of minutes both times and just left me feeling frustrated and used. I didn’t like it. Can we move on?”

They watched you and you saw their gazes turn from shocking to pitying. 

“So…no one has made you cum before?” Azriel whispered, voice tight as you closed your eyes and took a steadying breath.

“No, they aren’t supposed to.” You said as if it were obvious. “I was always told sex is for the man, to make a baby. It’s not really something that we enjoy but we just pretend we do.”

“Oh you sweet, summer child,” Rhys cooed. “That’s….that’s just cruel. And not what sex is at all.”

You felt agitated, embarrassed, and frustrated all at the same time. It was like they all knew some secret that you didn’t, that they were teasing you again. The night was not supposed to have taken this turn but you had dug this grave yourself.

“I’m going to bed.” You huffed and began to stand, grunting when Cassian grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down.

“I’m sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable or anything, Y/N. It’s just that is a very…shocking thing to hear.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as you glared at him.

“Are you telling me that you all care about the women you sleep with? That you make them cum every single time?” Your voice was tight as they looked at each other and then back to you, nodding. A snort left your lips as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Another pregnant pause filled the room as you watched them, their eyes darkening while they looked you over. There was a noticeable shift in the air, your mouth suddenly dry as you squirmed on the floor.

“Would you like to see it, darling?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as Rhys’s words reverberated through you. They all had the same look in their eyes, one of hunger, but you were convinced they were messing with you. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” You laughed without humor, your eyebrows knitting together in anger. “You all are assholes for teasing me, you know that? I’m going to bed.”

This time it was Azriel who stopped you though not with his hands. Two silky, dark tendrils of smoke curled around your arms and held you on the floor. It made your breath hitch and goosebumps rise on your skin as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Az, this isn’t funny.”

“We aren’t joking, princess.” Cassian purred, one of his hands wandering to your thigh as he made his way beside you. “There are many things we would joke about but your pleasure isn’t one of them…and trust me when I say that we would love to help you out.”

“What-all of you?” You asked softly as your gaze moved across all three of them. “I don’t…I mean you are all very handsome, obviously, but don’t feel obligated to-”

Rhysand sat in front of you and grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, the former dragging over your bottom lip as you held back a moan at the contact. Azriel’s shadows were drawing shapes into your soft skin while Cassian’s hand seemed to drift higher and higher, all the attention making your head spin.

Your High Lord knew it too, a smirk working its way to his lips as he bent down until he was a hairsbreath away from your lips.

“This is anything but an obligation to us, darling. This is pure, carnal desire in its rawest form. A primal need.” His voice was smooth as silk, your eyelids fluttering as his lips moved to ghost over your ear. “A desperate urge to take care of you until you’re drowning in pleasure.”

“Look at her,” Azriel growled from your other side, his hazel eyes appearing behind Rhys. He had on a wicked smile, his head slightly tilted as he surveyed you. “She wants it so bad.”

“Do you, princess?” Cassian asked teasingly, his hand stopping at the waistband of your pants. “Do you want us to take care of you?”

“Yes.” You breathed, your sultry voice surprising you as all three of them pulled away and grinned. All of their warmth and comfort disappeared and you almost let out a whine, wanting it back desperately. 

“How about we make this a game?” Rhys asks his two friends, standing tall over you. There was already a noticeable bulge in his pants that your fingers were itching to touch. “Seven minutes in heaven?”

“Person who makes her cum the hardest gets to fuck her?” Cassian finished, licking his lips. “Gods, I need to go first.”

However, before he could grab you, Rhys hoisted you up bridal style into his arms. You giggled as he looked over his shoulder and said, “Go ahead and start the timer. I won’t need all seven.”

The bedroom door swung open and then quickly shut again as you were pressed right against it, his lips on yours before you could make a sound. It felt so wrong and yet so right, your fingers immediately running through his midnight black hair.

“Stars above, you’re so beautiful.” He grunted into your ear as he kissed down your neck, his lips latching onto your pulse point while he shimmied off your pants. “I could smell how badly you want this.”

“Please, Rhys,” You whined, his fingertips ghosting over the wet spot on your panties. “Please touch me.”

He didn’t answer you by words but by actions, as he pushed your underwear aside to rub your clit with his thumb. It made your knees wobble from how good it felt. One of your hands came up to grasp his forearm, your head hitting the door behind you. “Oh my gods, that feels-I feel…”

“So fucking good,” Rhys finished for you. He kissed you hungrily, his own cock straining against its confines. Two more fingers dipped down and circled the entrance of your cunt before he thrust them in sloppily, choking back a moan. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

Your nails dug into his skin at the roughness of his motions, his upper lip curled as drank in every expression on your face. “Fuck me,” You gasped as a pleasure you had only read about overtook your body, those thick fingers curling each time they entered you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Never.” He promised. “I will never stop making you feel this good, never stop making you scream around my fingers. You’re mine. Forever.” His words were like ice to a burn as you felt a strong surge of ecstasy boil over. Rhys held you as you exploded around his fingers, working you through the best orgasm of your life with words of praise and soft strokes.

“That’s it, darling, that’s it.” You mewled at his tone as your pussy tried to swallow his fingers deeper. “Such a good girl. You did so well…”

“Rhys that was…I’ve never…” Your words were breathless as you watched him with hooded eyes, your lips slightly parted as he gave you a knowing smile and kissed you. It was loving and warm, like a blanket on a cold winter’s night, and you melted into it.

He threaded his fingers through your hair to deepen it, taking control, and just as you felt him start to rut into your thigh the door behind you shook with a pounding force.

“Don’t need seven minutes my ass! Time’s up, High Lord!” Cassian chuckled, his grin feline as Rhys opened the door with a glowering look. “Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt?”

“Just remember who just made your eyes roll back, darling.” Rhys purred into your ear before kissing your cheek, purposefully hitting Cass’s shoulder as he made his way back out to the living room. You tried to follow him with your eyes but Cassian was quick to step forward and make you step backward., your thighs still shaking.

“Was it that good, princess? Or were you just pretending for him?” He teased as he strode forward, making you retreat until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell back, your smile growing when the general appeared over you. “You don’t have to lie, I promise I won’t tell.”

“It was pretty amazing…” You sighed as he rolled his eyes before sinking to his knees at the end of the bed. He threw your legs over his shoulders before you could process what was happening and by the time you tried to squirm away, he had you pinned.

“Nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere.” He growled as he gazed at your swollen cunt, your lips puffy and glistening. “You have such a pretty pussy, princess. Is it sensitive?”

Before you could answer he blew a cool breeze across your sex, making you jump. Cassian smirked and used both of his hands to spread you wide open. He leaned forward and spat on your clit, watching it mingle with your wetness as he inserted one finger. “Gods you’re making it so hard to be gentle.”

“Then don’t,” You urged, your pupils blown wide in desire. “Treat me how I deserve to be treated.”

Cassian let your words sink in before he dove headfirst into your pussy, three fingers roughly fucking into your hole as he scraped the hood of your clit with his teeth. It was sensory overload and you bucked forward with a small shout, your hands immediately fisting into his hair as he ate you out like a starved animal.

Every nerve in your body had already been shot but this was mind-numbing pleasure. It had you crying out for more, fucking his face as his stubble rubbed against your thighs. He was no better as he sucked and fucked your cunt until he could feel you start to tighten around him.

You hated how fast you were cumming but you also didn’t know if you could hold it any longer, your cries to slow down falling on deaf ears. Cassian swirled his tongue up and down, side to side, making sure to not waste a drop of your excitement. He knew how to eat someone out.

“Cass, Cass-” You tried to warn him, shifting your hips, only for him to tighten his hold on you. “Cass I can’t. I can’t hold it.”

“Cum all over my face, princess,” Cassian grunted as he watched your face contort in pleasure, your body already falling over the edge of the abyss. “Soak my beard, fuck my face, use me to get off. It’s all for you.”

Whereas Rhys had been sweet, Cassian was a little bit of both. It made you yearn for more of his degrading praise and you quickly found yourself following his orders, your hips rolling over his face as you came loudly.

The door started banging again but you didn’t care and neither did he. In fact, Cassian was so lost in what he was doing he almost lashed out when Azriel appeared behind him. You whined when he was pulled back but quickly settled when you felt cool hands running over your body.

No, not hands. Shadows.

Your eyes widened when Azriel’s hazel gaze appeared inches from your face. He had a dark look and an even darker smirk as his shadows lazily rubbed along your skin, his hands gently pulling off your top.

“Did my brothers fully satisfy you or are you still wanting more, mouse?” Azriel cooed into the empty room, tossing the last of your clothing aside so that you were now bare before him. “Answer me.”

“I want more.” You gulped, drinking precious air as the Shadowsinger tilted his head in wonder. “Please.”

“Who taught you those manners, pet?” He raised a curious brow while both of his hands cupped your sensitive tits, thumbs barely grazing over your nipples. It was enough to make you squirm though which he was counting on. “I’ll be happy to give you more but I want you to beg.”

“Beg?”

“Beg.”

You faltered at first, not sure what it was he wanted to hear, but when he went to pull away from your breasts you ran with it. “No, no, please keep touching me!” You whined, groaning when one of his tendrils of smoke circled your clit. “Oh, Gods, that feels so good.”

“I’ll stop if you don’t fucking beg for it, Y/N. I want to hear you tell me how badly you want my fingers. How greedy you are for already cumming twice but still needing more, like the dirty slut you are.” He sneered, his nostrils flaring as he resisted the urge to just fuck you then and there. 

“I am greedy! I want more, I want it so fucking bad, Az!” You cried, desperate for his touch to grow stronger. He was keeping you on the edge. “I am a, fuck, I’m a dirty slut. I want you so bad, so so bad, please.”

“You’re a quick learner.” He smiled before bending down and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth at the same time his shadows started stroking your slit. Your mouth opened wide in a silent cry of euphoria as he bit and nibbled his way over to your other boob, the pressure on your clit increasing with each second.

“I always knew you were dirty, mouse,” Azriel murmured as he gave a harsh suck, enjoying the way you arched into it. “Always knew this how you wanted to be fucked. Just look at this greedy little cunt, hm? Look at how it’s swallowing my fingers.”

You couldn’t see it but you could feel it as he thrust two fingers inside of you, the walls sensitive as he stroked them and found that special spot with ease. His fingers plus his mouth on your breasts was heaven as your head thrashed back and forth, your body desperate to just be fucked.

But he wasn’t going to give that to you. At least not yet. No, Azriel was focused on making you cum one more time. The tip of his tongue flicked over your hardened nub as his shadows came back to rub your clit, all of the stimulations becoming too much, too fast.

“Azriel, fuck!” You squealed as you came for the third time that night. This time you felt yourself ascend from your body, watching yourself from below as he worked you through it but didn’t slow down. “Ohhhhh fuck…”

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He growled as he removed his fingers, smirking when your eyes had that glazed look to them. You whimper as he picks you up gently, shushing you, then turning to see Rhys and Cassian waiting in the doorway. “I think she’s done for the night.”

“No…” You mumble softly, needily. “I want you…all of you. Please.”

There was a beat of silence as they considered your state and each other before you were brought back to the bed and spread out for their viewing pleasure. You felt like you were cock drunk at this point, especially as Rhys pulled his cock out right in front of your face.

You wasted no time in bringing him into your mouth, your saliva dripping out the sides of your mouth as you worked his cock up and down. Rhys threw his head back and growled, the room seeming to shake before he grabbed a fistful of your hair to help guide you.

“If your mouth is this good I can’t wait for your cunt.” He laughed airly before moaning once more, watching as Azriel stood to your other side with his cock standing proudly. 

The bed dipped behind you and before you could blink you felt Cassian rub his cock up and down your folds, words of praise or prayer spilling from his lips as he sunk in inch by inch. It felt amazing and you pulled off Rhys’s dick long enough to moan loudly.

“Shit, Cassian,” You groaned. “You’re so big.”

“You’re just tight as fuck, princess. Gods, I don’t think I’m going to fit.” He cursed, his fingers squeezing your hips as you whipped your head to look back at him.

“Make it fit.” You said lowly, your eyes narrowed in challenge which had him grinning. He gave you a shrug of his shoulders before pulling out and slamming back in, rocking your forward and straight into Azriel’s cock. He took advantage of the situation and forced you to swallow him whole, his biceps straining as you gagged and cried around his dick. 

“Look at you, look at the little whore you’re being for us,” Azriel said as you started to go back and forth between him and Rhys. Cassian was fucking you like a beast, his balls hitting your clit with every thrust. It was intoxicating in every sense of the word and you never wanted it to stop. “You like being treated like this, don’t you? Like our own personal fuck toy?”

“You’re doing such a good job, darling.” Rhys’s voice soothed, your heart beating in your ears as you gazed at him. “Taking Cass so well. He’s close, I can tell.”

“I’m gonna fucking fill you up.” The Illyrian General growled as he pistoned in and out. You could feel him in your stomach as you closed your eyes and let yourself feel. “Take it, Y/N, fucking take it.” He ordered as he finally stilled in you, hot ropes of cum coating your insides as you hung your head in rapture. 

He seemed to cum forever and when he finally pulled out, you watched his cum drip down onto the bedsheets from just how much it was. Cassian smirked and collected the leaking seed onto his fingers, holding it out for you to take before Rhys snatched it and sucked it off himself.

Rhys’s eyes darkened at the taste of both of you and he quickly yanked you to him, lying back on the bed and positioning you on top. He helped guide you onto him and when you started sinking down, both of your groaned. The rhythm was soft and slow as you got used to his size, your hands coming to palm at your breasts until you felt a nudge against your asshole.

“Shhhh, relax,” Azriel’s voice shushed as he spat on his cock, lubing it up even more before he started to press into your ass. “Relax for me, mouse. I want you to take us both together. Can you do that?”

You nodded, a stupid smile on your face as you leaned back into him for support at the intrusion. It felt weird but the longer you waited, the more pleasurable it got. Soon you were rocking on to both of them in need, your sex hungry for more as they started fucking you at the same time.

It was a fullness you had never felt before but you don’t know how you could ever go on without it. They worked beautifully with each other, their moans mixing with yours as Azriel replaced your hands with his own. Rhysand watched from below, his violet eyes burning with desire as he pulled you down for a heated kiss.

They were fighting over you and it was driving you crazy. And just as Azriel went to pull you back to him, Cassian appeared at your side with his cock in his hand. It was already hard and leaking and you wasted no time in shoving him inside your mouth.  

“That’s it, that’s it,” Rhys praised. “Ride us, darling. Be a good, needy girl for us.”

“Our good, naughty little whore.” Cassian purred, choking when you took him down to the base. 

“Or just our whore.” Azriel growled as he smacked your ass, watching the recoil. “A whore we can use and abuse whenever we want.”

Their words filled your veins until you felt as if you were about to burst. You could feel a fourth orgasm coming, could feel the now painful clenching of your cunt, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. You had enough mind to pull away from Cassian’s cock before you let out a blood-curdling scream, your body collapsing on Rhys’s chest as you squirted all over them.

All at once, together, they also found their releases and followed you with reckless abandon. The sheets were soaked, as were the rest of you, as Azriel came in your ass, Rhys came in your cunt, and Cassian came over your back. You felt like you were leaking cum from every opening you had and you loved it.

You struggled to catch your breath as they all fell into bed beside you and Rhys, the smell of sex and cum permeating the room. Rhys’s soft hand stroked up and down your back lovingly while Cass and Az whispered praises. It was slow coming back down to Earth, to the three men who you had just slept with, and you realized that you never wanted to leave the room. Never wanted to leave them.

After a few minutes, you hear rustling before Azriel stands up and asks if anyone wants to shower, his eyebrows lifting in surprise when you sat up sleepily and said, “Second round in the shower?”

[mailperson]

Blasphemous 2 complete.

Da Thoughts:

-Good prose, predictable and kinda meh writing otherwise.

-great art direction as expected, fantastic soundtrack.

-movement feels great, buuut movement abilities are very cliche and game-y. A few oddball game mechanics (Guilt in particular) that have their merits but just feel odd.

-combat system solid. Lots of customizability but you can complete the game just fine with any of the 3 weapons solo (barring puzzles that require diff weapons).

-expansive and well-connected map, but hoooooly shit sooo much backtracking. Like an unbelievable amount of backtracking. I’m literally not someone who cares about backtracking in 95% of games but it’s notable here.

-consequence of having to dart back and forth all the time as you unlock abilities is treasures and items and upgrades will vary between “this was a waste of my time why was this even hidden” to “oh god I’ve been looking everywhere for this I’m so glad I found it”.

-a consequence of a small boss count is a noticeable chunk of areas just feel like glorified corridors with the occasional combat or platforming challenge. Area size, difficulty, and complexity sometimes has no real correlation with importance. In particular, Choir of Thorns and Labyrinth of Tides are giant expansive pseudo-dungeons that really only serve as treasure repositories and connecting tissue with plainer less-intricate music and background art, meanwhile Streets of Wakes holds several important optional NPCs, emotional music, challenging enemies, but is a very small handful of rooms with no greater importance.

-no BAD bosses, but the difficulty curve is deeply inconsistent and arbitrarily spikes for random bosses before settling down.

-generally speaking visual boss design is fine, but kinda bland. This would be fine if it had strong enough worldbuilding, characterization, fight mechanics, or atmosphere to make up for it. They largely don’t though. Often they’ll have one of these but none of the others.

-quests are very do-able save for two minor upgrades that you can unknowingly lock yourself out of. Many quests are very obtuse though and you’re unlikely to complete them without taking the laboriously lengthy effort of going through the entire map 100% (involving lots of backtracking) as you play or using a guide.

Final verdict:

If you like your hollow knights and your metroids you’ll enjoy this just fine. A+ for visuals, B for gameplay, B to A- for writing. C for degree of minor nitpicks.

[tazzymcclazzy]

y E S YESYEYSYEYSYSYEYYSYSYSYS

ILL TELL YOU BOTH WHEN THEY GET ON GIVE IT A BIT BUT HOOOOOLY SHIT UEAH EYES YES YES ADD ME

PLAY REGRETEVATOR PLEEEEAAAASE PLEASE REGRETEVATOR REGRETEVATOR [ill get affection from my partner for getting someone into it cos its their fav game]

OKOKOK I'LL DO IT!! but only so you can get the affection from your partner!!! /silly

first tho, can you friend me on rblx because i don't have any other regretevator friends to play it with XP (its the same as my user here :3)

[nicdvs]

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‘ ¿el que no sirvo para estos vídeo juegos? pf, como si fuese una tragedia ’ toquetea sin sentido los botones del tablero. arcade no era zona que frecuentase a menudo, pero el querer ocupar su mente en algo la llevaron hacia allí (culpa a ausencia de aplicaciones). y no le resulta una sorpresa el haber fracasado en su decena de intentos seguidos. ‘ además es aburrido. tú eres niño, debes saber así que dime ¿qué juego más emocionante hay aquí? ’

[caitlinclark]

marialeonn16: Here I give you the process of my photoshoot 😊😅 fixing my hair a little believing i'm a model, fixing the bikini, and relaxing a little on the rock (very comfortable by the way😂).

Pd: no filters, the light and scenery are things that Ibiza has 🤍🏝

[corpusbonds]

I DONT WANT ANY OF THAT I DONT WANT ANY OF THAT

[ms0milk]

<<< part one

... where the brook is deep

| Sanemi x reader

a/n: welcome back to wind tsuguko/hashira brainrot– hoooooly fuck this got long. it is also a prequel, not a direct continuation, so i do hope you enjoy <3

this one’s a bit sadder than part 1 but no fear! part 3 is coming and it’s soul soothing smut

warnings: a few pretty gruesome wounds

wc: 3.8k

Completing the mission wasn’t your main concern considering Sanemi would never lose a fight to a demon. Getting him home with two arms and a head was what you were really worried about. That and burying the dead. You couldn’t even afford to worry about his legs; as long as he could swing a sword he would surely remain a demon mincing menace.

“Sanemi!”

You willed your legs to move faster with the promise of a hot bath, a day off, fucking surviving– anything. Whichever they picked you promised to deliver as long as they kept you upright long enough to find your teammate.

“M’lady!” A member of the kakushi poked her head out from between the stalks of bamboo and shook it as you ran past. They still hadn’t found him. The kakushi arrived to aid in the cleanup, right as Sanemi plowed the largest of the demon horde down the side of a mountain. With their strongest fighter down, the weaker demons failed to escape you.

A brand new village was being built in these mountains before the horde attacked. A village of families, biological and adopted, all of whom had survived demonic attacks before, staving off displacement and seeking refuge together. A village of survivors murdered in one night.

“Sanemi!” You shouted again, “Master Shinazugawa!” He sometimes liked to hear that name you called him when the two of you were first introduced. Before you became his Tsuguko and were allowed a bit more familiarity. Whipping down the mountain and stumbling on bamboo sprouts, you imagined him calling your name back to you.

I’m okay! Y/n, I’m here.

Like he would ever be so sweet– that would be the fucking day.

The leader of the horde took a swipe at your legs before Sanemi cut him back, and the sinister swelling in your knee was going to start slowing you down if you didn’t find him soon. Sweet or not, you couldn’t leave him. Two swordsmen were sent on this mission and so help you god, two swordsmen were going to come out. Even if one of them had to beat the everloving shit out of the other on their way home.

Three more kakushi, the smell of blood, and a faint rumbling pointed you in the direction of the Wind Hashira. You bounded over the disintegrating corpse of a demon and groaned; obviously you’d already been here. The race downhill had your thighs nearing jelly and your corps uniform reaching critical levels of sweat. Alive and relatively uninjured. Sleepy and stinky.

“Come on!”

You weren’t the one who said that. The last live demon you saw was at least fifteen minutes ago and the last kakushi on the trail was half a mile up.

“What? Now ya’ don’t have anything to say?”

You knew his voice like you knew your own name.

In a clearing under a rock ledge, a ledge at the end of a splintered bamboo path, was the Wind Hashira. Half his haori was missing, dripping red– he was soaked in blood– but the demon was what stopped you from calling out ‘Sanemi!’ from your hiding spot above their battlefield. You crouched in the shadows to avoid being a distraction to your mentor, but what the fuck was he doing?

The demon had four gruesomely long claws on each hand, which gave the two of you trouble when you first arrived on scene. Two of those claws were now knuckle deep in Sanemi’s shoulder, and turned away from you, you could see a few centimeters sticking clear out of his back. You bit the inside of your cheeks and gripped your sword.

“I’ll kill her,” The demon groaned lifelessly as Sanemi forced it against the wall of the rocky outcrop. Every time the Hashira stepped closer the claws pierced him deeper, like he was on a suicide mission to reach his opponent at the end of their sword, “she killed them all– all my puppets–”

“She did what I told her, and now so will you,” Sanemi growled, in pain presumably, as he pressed forward into the chest of the wilting demon. The two of them were of the same build and from your spot behind the bamboo it looked like Sanemi was hunting his own shadow. The demon watched in terror the Hashira drew his shoulders high. He aimed mercifully for the throat, but his shadow drew the claws back into his hand and lurched out of the way of the swing. Before the sword came down you locked eyes with the creature over Sanemi’s shoulder and tried not to be moved by the terror looking back at you.

“I told you to die,” Sanemi hissed. The Hashira surged towards the demon and his blood sprayed the bamboo in zigzags. You were out of time to worry about the lecture you would get for interrupting his fight; the wounds in Sanemi’s shoulder were deep and weeping. He didn’t care.

“I don’t want to hunt Hashira! I want to be free wi–with my children!”

Sanemi wasn’t trying to avoid attacks. Was he even trying to end the fight anymore? A heavy slash to the side of his head– was his ear still attached? Two more stabbing blows– one through his calf and the other not quite slicing the fingers behind his tsuba.

“Plenty of freedom in hell!” Sanemi roared in the windup to the fifth wind breath technique.

Why wasn’t he guarding?

The demon was up again, this time shrieking in agony, “I’ll see you there!” It was a wonder you didn’t find the two of them sooner. They were screaming like the volume of it all would decide the fight.

The demon, you thought had long-given up on regenerating, grew an arm back with the sound of a wet slap and grasped Sanemi around the neck with those long dragging limbs. The Hashira couldn’t angle his sword to the enemy’s throat with its arms acting like a cage around them and so with no other options, Sanemi dug his toes into the ground and seized forward. The sides of his neck tore deeply enough for the blood to run in streams, and now both the pillar and his opponent were dizzy from fatigue.

Why wasn’t he guarding?

You ran all the way here. You broke your fucking knees for him. The kakushi were risking their lives so that his fight would be easier. The people on the edge of this forest lost their lives because you weren’t fast enough to reach their village and now Sanemi was too lazy to protect himself? Why wasn’t he guarding!?

Then there was a bubbling, and a sudden sickening lack of screams.

You hated him.

“Shinazugawa!”

And you were so worried about him.

“Sanemi!”

Didn’t he know?

In his rush forward, the demon skewered Sanemi on one long, waiting finger. Blood gurgled up from the pillar's throat and out from the wound in his stomach. The men looked at each other, both shadows now in the moments before sunrise, and then Sanemi was looking at you.

You exploded from your spot on the ledge above the battleground and swept the demon’s head off from behind. It’s body crumbled to dust in seconds. Like it was sick of fighting. Later Sanemi would tell you that it looked relieved when it finally hurt him badly enough to coax you out of your hiding spot.

Later he would tell you so many things, but right now Sanemi was dying.

“Don’t speak..to me so..casually.”

You sheathed your sword in time to catch him. It took both hands, but he only staggered forward a bit and then hummed in dissatisfaction when your palms supported his shoulders. Nearly a year working together and you’d only graduated to ‘upset for saving his life’ from ‘sometimes trying to kill you.’

“Shit Sanemi, what’s wrong with you?!”

“Thanks”

He didn’t mean to fall against you as heavily as he did and murmured something else sarcastic and inaudible as he dragged himself away from your chest.

“You’re too reckless!”

He groaned and dragged himself away from your worried hands too. You pressed your palms against either side of his neck– ignoring the urge to wring it– gasping at the blood trickling through your fingers. Had you ever seen him this injured? Sanemi’s uniform didn’t have a speck of white left on it. His normally bright eyes were dim and glassy. He swayed where he stood and for a few seconds you thought he might reach out for you to steady himself.

“Finish…Y/n..the mission.”

Why were you so angry with him?

“You Sanemi! You’re the mission, lay down!”

Up close his other injuries were no less concerning; broken ribs, the wound in his calf, shoulder and gut, an unchecked god complex, a black eye, what looked like six broken fingers, the hangnail you’d been trying to convince him to wrap up for six days, and what could only be the sound of a punctured lung. He grumbled some more while swatting away your frantic attempts to check on his stomach. With one hand over the wound, he breathed deeply. You tore the hem off your haori anyway.

“Your bedside manner–” he had to sit halfway through his thought rather than topple over sideways “–needs work.”

This was your nightmare. You followed him down with a fiery slew of curses to choke back. That and panic. In his focus to close the injury to his abdomen the blood from his shoulder sputtered down his back.

“Is–is it your head? Were you concussed? Is that why you couldn’t dodge? No no, don’t clos–”

Sanemi gave you a very clear fuck off nudge as he closed his eyes to concentrate. You pulled his wounded leg out straight and started to tie it off, but he kicked it out of your grip, “Get fucked.”

Watching his red haori glimmer with wet was going to make you sick.

“Sanemi–”

“Watch it.”

He looked like a jackass, swaying and shaking where he sat. But your anxiety didn’t subside just because he was still conscious. You knelt, simultaneously reaching out to hold him and wrenching your grasp away from him. He was a magnet to you and he most certainly did not want to touch.

“Why the fuck did you take all those blows?”

“Watch your tone.” He looked angry enough to kill. If his eyes were open they’d probably be bleeding from rage.

You took a calming breath and fixed yourself in front of him, clutching at your own thighs to soothe the instinct to tend his wounds, “Is there bleeding you can’t stop, sir? Anywhere? I can ban–”

“Leave m–”

“The bleeding, Sanemi.”

With his free hand he shoved you suddenly and harder than you thought he had the strength for. One firm hand to your chest. You fell backwards awkwardly on your injured knee and buckled with nothing to grab, onto the ground squarely a few paces away. At a loss for words, you stared at him.

He neither noticed nor looked the least bit sorry, instead just grumbled, “I told you to watch your tone, Tsuguko.” And kept his eyes shut in concentration.

Why were you so angry with him?

“I’m not your Tsuguko,” you spat.

He winced, although probably from internal bleeding.

He got stabbed once a week, why were you so upset? Why didn’t he guard? It wasn’t worth it. You stood gingerly, and it should have been to leave. Two Hashira bleeding quietly in a bloodstained clearing. Two demon slayers and no demons left to fight by the sunrise. One swordsman losing hope. You gazed past Sanemi, eyes shut and clutching the ground, and through the cold bamboo.

That’s right. Sanemi was very nearly lost in his focus. The claw that pierced him was thin and caused little damage, but all your fussing distracted him. How’d I forget?

The Spring Hashira.

You were being promoted, after only a year. It sounded silly when you told him your new breathing technique, and in fact he knocked you over the back of the head with your training bokken the day you decided on the name. Another month with his Tsuguko before the decision was finalized and you became a pillar. Not even a Tsuguko. Only a month. What a fucking headache you were.

You rustled above him after your breathing leveled out. He listened for your fading footsteps so he could finally bleed out in peace.

Why then, the vicious silence?

He pried open his eyes to look up and– oh jesus christ– it almost startled him how pained you must have been to be making such a face. You hadn’t left at all– how’d you get so close? All twisted. Your eyes bore down into him behind the shadow of the sunrise. Your nose scrunched up all the way to the crease between your eyes and your stance was anything but pillar-like; you could very well have been a child in a tantrum. Your fists wired tight and trembling beside you, and your haori looked ridiculous all torn to bits from making bandages. Why did you favor one leg like that? Were you injured? Why weren’t you bandaging yourself? He could have made fun of you for the immaturity of your silence if it wasn’t for the fat tears that started dripping off your cheeks. Drip after drip, like a feral fucking faucet. You were terrifying to him then. Spring truly was the season of rage.

So there he sat, dumbfounded and surely dying, and there you stood silently shaking from anger above him. So angry you were crying. He wasn’t worth it. He wanted to say something. Probably thank you– he should probably thank you,

“What happened to that loud fucking mouth of yours?”

You turned, silently, so that your sword made a dramatic click against your hip, and then limped back to the ledge above the blood spattered outcrop. Back up to the path, to the kakushi probably, back to finish the mission. If that’s all it took to make you leave this whole time he would have told you what a dumbass you were from the beginning. No lingering glances, no smart retorts. No more too-sparkly tears.

When did he stand up?

He was watching you leave like he wanted you to, so why the gnashed teeth? His gnashed teeth.

Sanemi slowly straightened to his full height with the help of a bamboo stalk and gently leaned over to collect his sword. He couldn’t lift his arm high enough to sheath it. He braced his thighs when the dizziness threatened to knock him over. Where did all your worry go? As you felt around for a foothold back up to the path Sanemi felt around his torso to make sure the worst of bleeding had stopped. He did not like your silence.

“M’lady, your hand please.” A member of the kakushi appeared through the thick green, a little stroke of black, and offered you their arm to grab onto from above. “Master Shinazugawa is injured, does he need a medic?”

“He doesn’t need help.”

Fuming for some reason or another at your change in tone, Sanemi stumbled towards the path as well. Towards you. Where’d all that concern vanish to so quick? “Careful Y/n, someone might think you’re worried about me.”

That was absolutely enough. Enough already.

You dropped from the kakushi’s grip back into the clearing and drove your sword across Sanemi’s bloodied chest. It was easy enough to thumb your blade free of its scabbard and with the built momentum you spun and shattered Sanemi’s personal space. He barely brought his sword up quickly enough to block your slash.

What, so now he was guarding? It was all you could do to stop yourself from lopping off his head.

“What the fuck!?” He’d been caught by surprise. You drove your blade harder against his until your hilts were so close your hands could touch, “Oi! Enough!”

“Oh, so you’re not a pincushion!”

The kakushi winced from the path above.

“Desist, you dramatic piece of shit!”

“I could say the same!” You hollered back. Your face was too close to his for the volume of your voice not to ring in his ears.

With his injuries there was a chance you could win in a battle of strength, but injured or not, when it came to speed you always had him beat. You raised your sword for a split second and batted him with another swing– from above this time. The single second of impact affected his balance enough to press him back.

“Go on then! Take the blow!”

“Y/n!”

You sidestepped slightly so that in his fatigue, Sanemi would fall forward from the lack of pushback. When he staggered you laced your feet between his legs and kicked your uninjured knee straight up to knocked him over, but he wasn’t going to fall without you. You wanted a fight? Fine.

Sanemi flipped the grip he had on his sword so the blade pointed away from your faces and grabbed the front of your uniform with his free hand. His back hit the ground. As you moved to catch yourself Sanemi pulled you close with a tug and then launched you backwards over his head with a foot to your chest. As beat as you could have had him, your speed was sloppy from exhaustion. You didn’t want to fight.

Thud.

He growled on his back when blood started to weep from his shoulder again and focused all the strength he had into keeping his stomach injury from opening up too. You knew better than to cause him so much strain. You knew better than this.

“I’ll kill you before any demon gets the chance.”

You laid on the ground too, heaving where you landed after he tossed you. You were head-to-head. His hair brushed your own with every shaking breath he took and you both stared up at the sky. “Fucking prove it then.”

Holy shit, he could have killed you. If he wasn’t on the brink of death he would’ve broken both your fucking arms. Kicked you down the mountain til there weren’t anymore of your ribs to crack. He– he would’ve– he would’ve kissed you, probably.

Together you laid on the shadowy forest floor, panting. Three days of sleepless travel and somehow the only thing slowing Sanemi down were his life-threatening wounds. You weren’t sure how anyone could adjust to such a demonic sleep schedule and in your first moment of still all week, you realized you might not even have the strength to sit up.

“People are risking their lives for you, Hashira.” You kicked your heel weekly against the ground in frustration.

“The kakushi are doing their job. We’re doing ou–”

“I did our job. You tried to kill yourself.”

“You tried to kill me.”

You thought about lifting your hand over your head and striking him again. With a rock maybe. “That demon was elusive, not powerful. Why did you let it hurt you so badly?”

Sanemi grunted at that and crushed a fistful of dirt, “The sun was going to rise you dolt.”

“You were going to die.”

“Not before him.”

Not before him.

It felt silly to argue up at the sky like this.

Sanemi whispered the next part

“They’re dead, Y/n. The entire village.”

And you finally realized what was wrong.

You scooted up towards him so that the tops of your heads tapped together. The sunrise didn’t even reach deep enough to warm the clearing. It never would have shone brightly enough to kill a demon. Every stalk of bamboo gave you splinters. This forest was hellish and there were still so many graves to dig.

“Sanemi, you can’t save everyone.”

“Those civilians didn’t have a job, Y/n. They didn’t die for a cause.”

You blinked into the warming morning.

He sighed, “We just–”

Oh, Sanemi.

“– weren’t fast enough,” you murmured a finish to his thought and raised your arm over your head. He didn’t move. Your fingers found his hair, then his cheek, and you cupped your hand there. He didn’t mind; you were like a magnet to him.

He wanted to devour you. You thumbed the tip of his ear.

“No more moping, Sanemi. We have souls to send off.”

He was sitting up before you realized his face was no longer warm against your palm. Wet against your palm. Was it from blood or tears? You didn’t check your fingertips.

He leaned over you on his knees and you rubbed your eyes with both hands, partly in preparation to stand, mostly to hide from him. Just for a second, and then you’d be okay.

“You and me, Y/n.”

“You and me, what? Digging graves? Yeah, you, me, half a million kakushi– who the fuck else is gonna do it?”

It was a good thing your eyes were still closed because the relief Sanemi felt at your sarcasm threatened to make his tears overflow. You could hear the smile in his voice. If you weren’t hiding your face, you knew you’d take one look at his soft expression and start to sob.

“You and me are gonna make it.”

The kakushi soldier quickly shook the boredom from his eyes when he saw you two limping towards the ledge. “M’lady, are you ready?”

Sanemi wished he could have helped you up. He wished he could have at least lifted his arms above his head to support you and save everyone some time especially considering how dumb you looked wincing and wiggling in the air.

But then there was another kakushi, and another. They called to each other. They loved you, they always liked you more than him. One took you under the arm, the next locked her arms around your waist, until your hips cleared the rockface and you were pulled out of sight. Another woman snatched your nichirin swords before they tumbled from under your arm and back down into the cold, shadowed clearing.

Okay. You were okay. Now how was he going to–

“Sir, your hand.”

Sanemi was startled by the voice. A swarm of kakushi loomed on the sunbathed ledge above. Every one of them was armed with bandages and tinctures, a few even offering up ribbons of their own uniform to the medics waiting for him.

Oh.

Arm after arm reached down to pull him into honeyed safety and then your bloody hands bloomed out of the crowd as well. Your’s was the only uncovered face in the glow of sunrise and it was smiling at him. He blinked the tears from his eyes.

“C’mon Nems.”

part three >>> coming soon

[janeyre]

WAIT THAT WAS THE LAST EPISODE OF THE SEASON?????????

[inkblot-skyz]

Ok so I watched the trailer for Scarlet and Violet again (by the way can't believe I didn't talk about it earlier but hoooooly shit it looks so good???? Gamefreak making a comeback from Legends and beyond???????) and I!! Have a theory (or well, some discussion points anyway)!!! It could be kinda dumb because we obviously don't know much and the promotional footage is not indicative of the whole game but!!!!:

The Player has to work with or deal with law enforcement of some kind.

I know, yawn, but hear me out ok?

I know Gamefreak do these weird trailers with random live actions bits (ever seen the one with the bus driver who crushes his bus with Pokemon inside to make a DS Game Cartridge? It was Diamond/Pearl promotional footage iirc) but I wanna hold onto the belief that Gamefreak are giving us something significant to clue us into what's in this new generation of the games. Like, we know it's a region based on Spain (I've never been to Spain but ohmygod it's such a cool region concept I can't wait to see the new Pokemon since we only got the Starters' first forms, also off topic but I'm in love with the Grass Starter already I'm picking them for sure) given the architecture and whatnot, as well as the terrain and environment. But I feel like following a story to do with maybe Pokemon Rangers would be cool, maybe Detectives even? Looker's been missing since Sun and Moon, so it would be awesome to see his return imo. Hell, Looker and Anabelle (I think that's her name idk it's been a while since I played Moon) talk about a big HQ being somewhere in the Pokemon World; what if it was here?

There's a problem with this though, one that I don't actually know the solution to as I'm writing this - is this game in the Mega Evolution timeline, or out? If anyone doesn't know, there's a split in the timeline in the games from gen 6 (X and Y, as well as ORAS) onwards, due to the introduction of Megas. In gen 6 itself it wasn't a major deal (Sycamore kinda implied that Megas were a new thing, which is why no one really seems to use it apart from the Player, who won it between their friends, and Lysandre, who's a rich tyrant who probably bribed funded some people to get him the Key Stone and Gyaradosite for him, probably Team Flare Grunts in fact. However you can argue this is just Gamefreak being lazy, which is a totally valid argument honestly, quality dropped after gen 5 until Legends in my humble opinion but I digress), but Sun and Moon introduced a paradox; Anabelle (I'm so sorry if I'm giving the wrong name) isn't from the timeline the Player is in. Looker explicitly says this because of the Ultra Beasts Missions and the stuff about people who've been through Ultra Wormholes being more at risk of being attacked by the UBs, because Anabelle went through one in the process of coming to that timeline.

Then the clusterfuck of the Ultra versions came about and oh my god where do I begin, I didn't even play these ones so everything I know is through playthroughs and Bulbapedia but holy fuck Gamefreak was the end story messy.

The leaders of villain teams (Rocket, Aqua, Magma, Galactic, Plasma, and Flare) in supposedly Anabelle's timeline (though she's not in this version of the game so thanks Gamefreak /s) come through to the Player's. They were victorious in the ones they came from (I say "ones" because iirc Lysandre is there so that does mess with the timeline stuff, but I just assume he came from like, another timeline where Megas exist. The others apart from Aqua and Magma because of differing goals could very well have come from the same big Timeline given they just wanna steal Pokemon and fuck shit up, except for Cyrus but he's the poor little meow meow of the group ok he doesn't count), so that all implies a very different world in these timelines.

And, man, that's just Ultra Wormholes, Legends added the Space-Time Rifts which just confuses stuff further but I think that could just be Dialga and Palkia dicking around. Hell, don't get me started on the weird in Sw/Sh going on with Eternatus, that fucker could very well be an Ultra Beast of some kind and we'll never know (maybe Deoxys too, come to think of it, but again, let's not, I'll go crazy if I think about it all too much)

I forgot what it was I was supposed to say exactly right here (my brain's moving too fast lmao), but if there is a sort of HQ for the Detectives and stuff, what timeline are we in for Scarlet and Violet, exactly? And, fuck, I haven't even thought about the Pokemon Rangers idea. What side of the equation are the side games, and would it correlate to them working in newer, main series games? Shit, what timeline are Sword and Shield in?? Are we gonna get a new battle mechanic in Scarlet and Violet, maybe even grouping all known ones together??? What kind of timeline would it even be in if that was the case????

...I've got more questions than theories now, so I should probably stop. I need this game now, dammit!!!

[harryfeatgaga]

your arms around him and hiding your face in his neck while you’re blushing and he’s whispering things in your ear like what he’s gonna do yo you when you’re alone 😌 and when you pull back he’s just smiling holding your face in his hands 😩

HOOOOOLY FUCKKKCJIFVNHF SHUT UPPPPP OH Y FUCKING GODKJNFBHUIJVK

[hajimeow-archived]

Yo Hajime talk abt ur kin mems

since there were no specifications on which ones i am going to start from the beginning and go where my brain takes me from there. they're all gonna be for hajime bc i physically cannot think about my other memories anymore jsyk

also! this ended up being so long i had to put a cut. i will not be apologizing because i feel no remorse.

so first the basic stuff, i remember having a med skin tone and a FUCK ton of freckles like those motherfuckers were everywhere i had skin. also i was 5'7 i think?? or 5'6. i still can't remember exactly but it's something like that. i was also alloaro, some form of mlm, unfortunately cis, and autistic and probably had some other stuff like adhd or depression or whatever but i forgot. also i was kinda muscle-y but also chubby at the same time. and i had light green eyes. basically i was fanon hajime JSJSKDJDKS

and i was going over the wiki recently and my personality was EXACTLY how they described it like i'm genuinely surprised they got it so accurate

i don't remember much pre-game and post game, most of my memories are in game but i do remember pre game chiaki really well, honestly i rly miss her :( she would always reassure me that i didn't need a talent and i never even cared when she beat me in games cus just simply playing them with her was so fun .,.,,;:,,...,,!:&:&:jsjdjskskck</3

anyways. in game. ok. i'm gonna skip over memories where i just know feelings and not specific things like strong feelings or ppl saying stuff or else this would be so long. also obvious sdr2 spoilers

so i remember the party & blackout in the beginning of the game pretty clearly. i was mostly just standing alone in the corner and watching everyone have fun, but it was really freeing to see the others able to enjoy themselves in such pressing circumstances. then the blackout-- it was kinda like all that happiness going away and the dread and denial immediately setting in .

anyways i remember like panicking and wanting to cry when i lifted the table cloth cus i really liked twogami. i'm p sure i did end up crying cus i really liked them for their realism and leadership skills, and the realization that one of us killed them and that the killing game was actually real etc etc

anyway i don't remember much from the investigation or trial besides being really freaked out when nagito basically admitted to being the killer n stuff, and pretty much all the body discoveries after that (besides ch 5) we're just like "ah shit here we go again" but i do remember mikans trial really freaking me out when she just straight up shifted completely, and i also remember being really proud of fuyuhiko for putting his walls down a bit and deciding to help everyone out while the despair disease was going around

anyway enough of the boring stuff, i spent basically all my free time with komaeda, chiaki and mikan (in order of frequency) and with mikan i mostly listened to her talk about medical stuff and i comforted her when she needed to vent, but i didn't hang out with her much because the constant apologizing n stuff started to bother me since i really liked seeing her happy. chiaki i would mostly play games with and we wouldn't talk much, but she gave me a really strong sense of familiarity like when we played games together it gave me a shit ton of deja vu

AND i've already talked a lot about komaeda but idc i'm doing it again. so we started talking cus of him waking me up on the beach obvs and i was pretty attached right off the bat, but i stopped talking to him for awhile because the way he acted in the first trial REALLY scared me so i just got a pit in my stomach even being around him

but he was the one who started approaching me first, i'm guessing since he couldn't rly sense anything was wrong he just kinda picked things up where they left off and started talking w me at breakfast n stuff and it was pretty weird at first, but i wanted to give him a chance and didn't wanna be rude so i accepted offers to hang out in his cottage n stuff

i remember he has surgery scars tho and i'm rly mad ppl don't draw him with any!! i think he had about 5 and i don't remember all of them but i know one was a skin graft on his leg and the one on his side/stomach that i touched wassssss for appendix removal maybe???? mmmm i'm not too sure about that one tho

also !!!! his death. hoooooly shit. ok so yunno the despair that junko always talks about ?????? yeah <3!! i remember like once i saw his body and took the reality in i just. straight up could NOT stand i like fell to my knees and jsut . cried. like i had no thoughts my head was so full that it was empty i just kinda sat there and silent cried while chiaki stood next to me it was so awful dude

later while investigating n stuff i felt really bad ab how i treated him and thought about him, and i thought a lot about our last interaction. it was the first time i had ever approached him myself cus usually he'd come to me. i was gonna hang out with chiaki but i wanted to check up on him first, so i did and he told me to go hang out with the others and i just. knew something terrible was about to happen.

OH AND THE FUNHOUSE OMG ok i literally. i usually didn't mind being around komaeda like he was chill most of the time when he wasn't ranting about hope but when he was acting like such a bitch in the funhouse i wanted to punch his stupid twink ass so bad like...... what BUSINESS does this dude have being such an asshole. he doesn't even know what face wash is. what the fuck. which is another fun fact! komaeda did shower every so often which is why he didn't smell that bad but his skin was always so dry cus he didn't know how to actually wash right and do proper skincare so he just washed his face w soap and left it like that

also he didn't need to cut his nails cus they were so brittle they would just break off on their own <3 plus he had a nail biting habit so they just never grew ever

OH AND THIS IS THE SADDEST THING i remember feeling so bad for this man bc i would like put my hand on his shoulder and he would lean into it. i mean i'd tap his shoulder for a SECOND and girl when i let go hed be lowkey so sad i could just sense it like??????dude he needed a hug SSO BAD like when i hugged him in my cuddling memory he was like holding on for dear life but also was like "u dOnT hAvE tO tOuCh TrAsH LiKe mE hAjImE" like dude it was the saddest shit. i want to hug him forever. like what the fuck what the fuck!!!!!!!!!

also a thing hed do when he started ranting ab hope n shit like he would just go on and on and yunno that one sprite where he's hugging himself yeah he literally did that shit. also sometimes hed just stare dead at me and start backing me into a corner ((ish-- we were usually sitting somewhere but he mostly just got super close to me) and it was the scariest shit i. bro if i saw him like that on the streets i'd return him to the mental hospital like i can remember it somewhat vividly and that shit was TERRIFYING i mean obvs after i shoved him away and told him to cool it he'd apologize and go back to the way he was but jeez dude ....

also a little fun fact the only reason i really kept hanging out with him (i had a few ofc but this was the most prominent) is cus he was hot in my stupid monkey brain. yes that's it. like that's literally pretty much it. i hate admitting it but this post is SO fucking long i doubt anyone's gonna read it anyway so i'm admitting it now lol

anyway i hope u enjoyed :) i'm glad u asked btw! i'm sure you regret it though!

[incorrectdarklords]

Annatar: hello. I’m Annatar.

Celebrimbor, internally: oh fuck oh god oh fuck I dropped the gay oh my god hoooooly fuck I am g a y

Celebrimbor: *screams*

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~I Let You Down~

Gif found on google and it wouldn’t let me see who the original poster was. So credit to the original poster if this is your gif!

JP ‘Rook’ Cappelletty x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4,660

Prompt (also found on google): “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!” 

3rd person POV x Lyric oneshot

Song: Clumsy by All Time Low

‘Some say it’s true, that true love never dies...Even when it’s five years later and you’re still dead set on trying to hate the person who broke your heart and left you behind to pick up the pieces.’

Authors note: It’s been ages since I’ve done a lyric inspired oneshot, or a oneshot, or any writing really for that fact lol But I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so I hope you guys enjoy it! This is also my first time writing for and actually posting something for Rook. So I hope I did it justice. Let me know if you guys would be interested in reading more, or even possibly reading a part 2 if this one does well enough! 

Y/N (Your name) Y/F/N (Your full name)

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‘I flew too close to the sun Fell back to Earth like a stone I got too high on myself Too young and stupid to tellI was bound to make a mess of things Mixin' fireworks and gasoline Never meant to make you fall with me’

The words blasted from the speakers of her old ‘68 Chevelle as she whipped into a parking spot beside her favorite Cafe. Taking a moment to extinguish what was left of her cigarette before cutting the engine and climbing out into the sweltering LA summer heat. Taking a moment to adjust her aviators and check that she had everything she needed before making her way inside, the door chimed softly as she stepped into the building's relaxing atmosphere, the air condition a welcome feeling as she made her way up to order a much needed coffee.  

The line was relatively long, congested by the usual late morning rush, but Y/N was happy to wait as long as it took. It was Friday, and she finally had a day off too herself for the first time in ages, and she would be damned if she let anything as trivial as waiting a few extra minutes in line ruin her good mood. So there she stood, patiently scrolling through some messages on her phone while she waited. Moving slowly with the flow of the line of customers, as she listened to the song that played from the shops speakers overhead; The same radio station she'd been listening to in her car.

‘I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine (I let you down)’ 

The door chiming softly behind her was nothing of significance. It had chimed at least four times prior to her arrival as more customers filtered in from the heat. Y/N unfazed by the sound at this point as she closed out an email from one of her clients managers. Making a mental note to herself to write a reply later when she arrived home before she stuffed her phone into her back pocket and looked up. A startled squeak escaping her lungs as she was suddenly rushed by a blur of curly hair. 

“Aunt Y/N!” 

A smile taking over Y/N’s face as she recognized the girl's voice. It was a voice that she’d recognize anywhere, even if Y/N hadn’t seen in her almost five years. “Hey, Casie.” Y/N smiled brightly as she hugged the girl a little tighter, happy to see such a familiar face.

“Dad! Look who I found!” Casie exclaimed excitedly, both her and Y/N turning at the same time to watch as Colson approached them through the small crowd that had formed inside the small Cafe. 

“Hoooooly shit!” Colson chuckled as he approached the pair who were still locked in a tight embrace. One that Colson was quick to join in on. “Now there’s a face I never thought I’d see again. How the hell have you been, Cash?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at the silly nickname she had been given ages ago by the man before her himself. A nickname that she hadn’t heard in ages, something that tugged at her heart, sadly, as it brought forth a rush of memories she had long since kept buried...And for good reason.

“I’ve been doin’ alright.” Y/N chuckled softly as they finally broke away from the embrace to move up with the line. “How about you guys? It’s been ages -- When did she get so big?!” The words all came rushing out at once in a wave of excitement that overtook her, making Colson chuckle as he wrapped a long tattooed arm around his daughters shoulders, and pulled in for a tight side hug that had her squirming to escape before she punched his arm playful with a glare.

“I keep askin’ myself the same question.” He answered with a soft rumble of a laugh. Flinching a little as Casie punched his arm a little harder. “Ow.” Colson chuckled as he rubbed his arm lightly, moving to pull his wallet out of his back pocket before handing it to her as the line shortened once more. “Why don’t you grab us all somethin’, Princess, and we’ll grab a table--” 

“Already on it!” Casie said excitedly as she rushed off to take Y/N’s spot in line as Colson motioned towards an empty table near the windows. 

“I can’t believe how grown up she is...” Y/N admired as they took a seat, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she turned to watch Casie, who had finally reached the counter, place an order. “God, what was she, five, the last time I saw her?”

“Sounds about right.” Colson nodded. “Was right before you left Ohio for LA...”

“Yeah...” Y/N’s brows knit together tightly as she frowned, a wave of guilt crashing into her like a freight train. “Sorry I’ve been so shit at keeping in touch.” She apologized softly.

“Hey--” Colson reached out a hand to give her own a brief, reassuring squeeze. “Don’t do that to yourself. What happened, that wasn’t your fault and you know it. We were all young and stupid. Shit, even Rook knows that and how bad he fucked things up...You made your choice, and clearly it was the right one. I mean look at you--” Colson paused to lean back in his seat as he gestured at her proudly. “Ms. big time music producer over here.” 

“Oh stop it.” Y/N waved off the comment playfully with a roll of her eyes. “But really, I mean it Colson. I always meant to come back and see you guys, especially Casie...But I just...I don’t know. I guess I just feel guilty that I disappeared from her life like that with nothing more than a few short video chats here and there, ya’know?” 

“I get it.” Colson nodded. “Still not your fault. And if it’s any consolation, Rook still beats himself up for what happened.”

“Good!” Y/N replied harshly, her frown returning at the second mention of that name. “I hope it haunts the bastard for the rest of his life.” She muttered under her breath, though it was still loud enough that Colson heard it and gave a chuckle. About to say something in reply when Casie approached the table, drinks in hand, and took a seat beside Y/N, passing over her favorite drink --an iced chai latte-- before giving Colson his own coffee and returning his wallet. 

“I ordered some breakfast sandwiches too.” Casie smiled.

“God I’ve missed you!” Y/N beamed as she hugged her tightly for a moment before letting go. Having to stave off the tears that built in her eyes when Casie refused to let go from the embrace. Torn away only by a sudden idea as she shot up and looked at Colson excitedly.

“Can she come over for the party tonight?!” Casie rushed out, bouncing in her seat a little as she waited for Colson’s reply as he turned to look at Y/N, giving a small shrug. 

“I think I’ll leave that one up to Cash, Princess.” Colson chuckled softly as he took a sip of his coffee, thanking the waitress as their food was delivered.

“Please Aunt Y/N?! Please, please, please?!” Casie all but begged, hands clasped together as she gave Y/N that all to familiar puppy face. The same one she used to use on her all those years away when she wanted something. Eyes sparking with a level of adorableness that she knew Y/N would never be able to say no to; No matter how badly she wanted to.

Y/N groaned softly, knowing what this would entail, and exactly who she would be faced with having to avoid. But knowing that it was almost Casie’s birthday, Y/N didn’t have it in her heart to refuse. “I suppose I can’t really say ‘no’ to that face, now can I?” 

“Yes! Oh my god, you’re the best Aunt Cash!” Casie exclaimed as she hugged Y/N tightly, melting what was left of her cold, icy heart a little as she hugged the girl back.

“Only cause it’s you.” Y/N chuckled softly with a smile. Even though she was a raging ball of anxiety on the inside now as every single worst case scenario suddenly played through her head as she thought about what the evening would hold in store.

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‘Caught at the end of the lifeline The catch of a lifetime (I should've known, should've known, should've known) Oh we were destined for danger Familiar strangers (I should've known, should've known)’ 

The party had been well under way for more than an hour when the sound of a vehicle nobody recognized was heard pulling into the driveway at Colson’s. A black Chevelle that found it’s parking spot beside the row of motorcycles nearest the front door. Everyone exchanging a few confused glances as Casie made a beeline straight for the door, flinging it open before whoever it was even had the chance to knock...Rook’s heart dropping somewhere into the vicinity of his stomach as she stepped into view, just as Casie flew in for a hug. Almost knocking Y/N over in the process.

“You made it!” 

“Of course I made it.” Y/N chuckled softly, that all too familiar smile that haunted every single one of Rooks dreams, curving those beautiful lips of her upwards into a smile. A smile he never thought he could miss more than he did right at this very second. 

“Holy shit, is that Cash?” Slim exclaimed as he came around the corner and out of the kitchen, wrapping Y/N in a tight embrace. “I thought Casie was pulling my damn leg when she told us who was comin’.” 

“Surprise!” Y/N exclaimed with a nervous laugh as they broke away from the hug to extend the gift bag in her hand out towards Casie. “Happy Birthday, kiddo.” 

Casie all but squealed as she moved back in for another hug, barely giving Y/N an chance to wave a hello to everyone as she thanked her for the gift before dragging her through the house for a tour and to catch up. Rook frozen to the same spot, just staring after the two, completely oblivious to Colson’s presence as he leaned up against the counter beside him. 

“You alright?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rook’s head snapped around like it was on a swivel as he faced Colson. His tone sharp, but not one of anger. In fact, it was filled more with hurt than anything. His eyes drifting back towards the stairs where Casie and Y/N had disappeared just moments before. Colson held up his hands in defense as he shook his head lightly.

“We ran into her this morning while we were getting coffee. Case was so stoked to see her, man -- She didn’t wanna risk ruining anything. So she made me swear not to say anything. But I mean look, if you’re not cool with it and wanna take off, I understand--” 

“No...It’s alright.” Rook cut Colson off as he shook his head. “It’s Casie’s day and I’m not gonna ruin that. We’re both adults.” He swallowed harshly as his mouth suddenly went dry. “It’ll be fine.” At least he hoped. Colson nodding, remaining silent as he watched Rook’s gaze wander once more as he sipped stiffly at the amber liquid in the glass he held. His grip on the glass was so tight that Colson thought it might shatter.

‘We were bound to make a mess of things Mixin' fireworks and gasoline Never meant to make you fall with me’ 

Time seemed to slow as the night drug on for what felt like an eternity. An eternity that was filled with awkward avoidance and sour glances that were periodically thrown in Rook’s direction whenever he was caught staring for just a fraction of a second too long. Midnight came and went. The whiskey was going down like water, and there wasn’t a joint strong enough to make this night any easier. The only thing keeping him from disappearing completely, was the constant reminder that this was for Casie, and he’d be damned if he was going to ruin that for her...Not that it made it any easier.

Left to watch from the side lines as Y/N joked and messed around with the rest of the guys, just like old times...Only this time around, Rook wasn’t a part of it. And knowing it was by his own wrong doings was like a dagger straight to the heart. A dagger that was slowly being twisted a little deeper into his chest with each passing hour that he was subject to someone dredging up a memory here and a memory there. 

A soft sigh fell from his lips as he rubbed a tired hand  over his face before standing, passing the joint he’d forgotten he’d been holding, back to Baze who had been eyeing him with a concerned look. “You alright, man?” 

“Fine.” Rook waved a dismissive hand as he headed for the backyard. “I just need some air.” He added quietly. But the change in his demeanor didn’t go unnoticed as Baze gave a sigh of his own as he stood. Watching as Rook pushed through the small crowd of people and disappeared out the back door. 

“Hey, Cash.” Baze waved her down as she came out of the kitchen with another beer, offering the joint he held out to her, which she gladly accepted. Taking a hit and holding it for a few seconds before she let the sweet trail from between her lips. “So now that you’ve had a decent hit, I’m gonna go ahead and say something, so don’t fuckin’ hit me, ok?” 

Y/N’s gaze narrowed as she stared up at Baze, already knowing where this conversation was about to head. “I don’t wanna hear it, Basil.” She held up a hand. “He made his bed a long time ago, he can fuckin’ lay in it.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Baze held up his hands as he shook his head, not wanting to start an argument. “I agree with you a hundred and ten percent. We all do, Y/N, but you have to understand something--”

“I don’t have to understand shit!” Y/N snapped before she took another puff from the joint she now held. She wanted nothing more than to walk away, yet for some reason, she felt compelled to hear what else Baze had to say.

“You’re right, you don’t.” Baze shrugged. “But Rook’s not the same person he was back then...None of us are; Not even you, Y/N. We were a bunch of stupid kids, despite the fact we were all fucking adults. And I can assure you, that not a day has gone by since then, where that kid hasn’t beat himself up over what happened. I’m not saying you have to forgive him, Cash...But at least let the guy have peace of mind enough to forgive himself.”

“Unlikely.” Y/N scoffed through the exhale of smoke she had been holding in, having finally heard enough as she moved to step around Baze. Pausing only to pass the joint she held back to him before she headed for the back door. “Thanks for the hit though.” 

‘I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine And for all this pain, that I can't explain There's a black flag wavin' tonight You know I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again’ 

Y/N all but stumbled through the backdoor as that last hit from Baze’s joint hit her a lot sooner than she had anticipated it would --her tolerance wasn’t shit anymore-- and she suddenly felt like she should probably sit her ass down somewhere before she tipped the fuck over. Making sure that she paid extra close attention to where her feet were going as she made her way over to the edge of the pool and took a seat. Dipping her feet into the water immediately, having ditched her converse hours ago while dancing with Casie; Blissfully unaware of Rook’s presence as she kicked her feet back and forth gently, watching the ripples the movement created on the surface of the water. Rook watching her quietly, remembering how they used to sit and do that together at the hotels on tour. The memory caused the ache inside of his chest to worsen as he tried washing the feelings away with a sip from his drink as he hung his head in his free hand. 

The distinct ‘clink’ of ice against glass alerted Y/N that she wasn’t alone, as she tensed up. Turning slowly to glance over her shoulder, only to find Rook sitting no more than a few feet away. A frustrated sigh left her lips as she turned back to stare at the water. Her first instinct to get up and leave, and she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the weed in her system, but she didn’t have it in her to move. She had been running away all night, whenever he would enter a room, Y/N was gone the second he’d notice her. It was tiresome. And truth be told, no matter how much she still wanted to hate him right now, her heart simply wouldn’t let her...And she hated that even more.

She hated the fact that she had never stopped loving him, no matter how hard she tried to deny it and move on with her life, or how many times she had swore up and down to herself that she could never even possibly think about forgiving him...It just simply wasn’t possible. Not too say that it didn’t still hurt after all these years, or that it didn’t mean she wasn’t still angry. Because she was angry, and with every passing second that she thought about it, that anger rose to the surface, bit by bit, until it was too much for her to handle anymore. Y/N pushing herself up to her feet, trying her hardest to maintain her composure as she swayed slightly from the head rush of being inebriated. Her conscious all but screaming at her to keep her mouth shut and not start shit, but it was already too late as the words came pouring out of her mouth like word vomit.

“So that’s it then?” She hiccuped slightly as she stalked over to stand in front of Rook, her arms crossed tightly across her chest in an attempt to make herself appear angrier than really was. “Five fucking years, and all I get is a bunch of stolen glances and some forlorn fucking pouting? You’re not even gonna try--” 

“Cash, please don’t...” Rook spoke softly as he tried to defuse the situation. 

“Don’t you fucking DARE ‘Cash’ me, JP Cappelletty!” Y/N snapped. “Five fucking years! Five.Fucking.Years, JP, and you never even once tried to reach out, never tried to apologize! You just -- You just let me fucking leave with no more than a shitty ass excuse as to why I caught you sucking face with some random fucking half naked slut--”

“What the hell do you want me to say, Y/N?!” Rook’s head snapped up as he made eye contact and stood. His gaze boring straight into her own as he continued, his voice steadily growing heated, but he never raised it to the point of yelling. Not even once. “You want me to fucking apologize? When you and I both know that sorry doesn’t even begin to fucking fix what I let happen?! I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry, Y/N! I’m sorry I fucked up so bad! I’m sorry I was a stupid fucking kid who got so wrapped up in all of this,” He paused to gesture around them. “That I didn’t stop to think it would even fucking matter. That there wouldn’t be any fucking consequences to my actions? I fucked up, Y/N, I know that, and I have to live with it every goddamn day! Sorry doesn’t even begin to fucking cut it, but if that’s what you want to hear, then I’m fucking sorry!”

Y/N remained quiet, her arms falling away to her sides as she watched Rook turn away from her. His hands scrubbed over his face and into his hair out of frustration as he tried to reign in every last shred of emotion that was threatening to pour out. “I’m sorry that I lost you...I’m sorry for that everyday that I wake up and remember that you’re not a part of my life anymore.”

“JP, don’t--” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper now, Rook’s  back still to her as she spoke, but her words went unnoticed as he continued. Tipping his head back as he looked up at the night sky as the words continued to pour forth from whatever depths of his soul they had long been hidden away in.  

“I wish that I could take it back, Y/N, I really do, but I fucking can’t. I’m sorry, and I’m sorry that ‘I’m sorry’ is never gonna be good enough to fix it...But I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you!” Rook sighed as he bowed his head in defeat. The silence between them was heavy, even if only for a moment before it was interrupted by the broken sob that fell from Y/N’s lips, the sound catching Rook’s attention immediately as he turned, watching as her hands flew up to her mouth as she tried to muffle the sound of her own body betraying her, as another sob followed close behind; Tears streaming down her face as her body shook. 

“Y/N--” Rook was hesitant as he took a step forward and reached out, almost afraid that if he moved too quickly she might run; Or at the very least try and take a swing at him. Not that he didn’t deserve it. But as his outstretched fingers made contact with Y/N’s skin, it was all he could do to stay standing as she all but collapsed into his arms. Her face buried against his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. “Hey, shh. It’s ok...I-I got you.” Rook murmured against her hair softly as he held her. Doing everything he could to blink back the tears that formed in his own eyes as every last ounce of pain and regret that flowed through her flowed through him as she cried.

“I-I’m s-sorry...” Y/N sobbed against Rook’s chest, causing him to glance down at her with a confused expression, as he was unsure why she felt the need to apologize, least of all to him. But before he could think to speak up and ask, Y/N continued. “I’m s-sorry that I’ve been a c-cold hearted, i-insufferable bitch! I’m sorry f-for how I’ve treated you. And not j-just in the past, b-but tonight to. I-I’m sorry for trying t-to force myself to h-hate you for the past f-five years--” Y/N paused, pulling away slightly as she tried to wipe away the tears that blurred her vision as she looked up at Rook. “I’m s-sorry that I never stopped loving you...But I’m not sorry for that as much as I try and hate you, that I’m still hopelessly in love with your dumbass!” 

Rook was left looking like a slack jawed fish as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for the right words while simultaneously questioning if he had even heard her correctly to begin with. That she was in fact still in love with him. Reassurance came in the form of her lips crashing into his before he could say anything at all that might possibly ruin the moment, and for that, among other things, he was incredibly grateful for, as he moved his hands to gently caress her face. Her own hands drifted up his chest to find their way around his neck, one settling in his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, as he deepened the kiss. 

That familiar spark of electricity igniting between them once more, just as it had with the very kiss they had shared all those years ago. Neither one of them wanted to be the first to break away, but eventually, they had to come up for air, Rook pressing his lips against Y/N forehead gently as he pulled her closer, and made a promise. Afraid that if he let her go now, if he didn’t speak his truth, that he’d wake up from some sick dream and none of this will have been real.

“I swear to you, Y/F/N, I swear to you on my own goddamn life, that if you ever give you me another chance, even though I know I’ve done nothing to deserve it, I promise you that I will spend everyday making it up to you; Even if it’s the last thing I ever fucking do.” Rook’s voice trembled with emotion as he tilted Y/N’s chin so that she was looking up at him. “I love you, Cash. I loved you then, I love you now and I will love you for the rest of eternity; Even if you won’t have me. You will always be my girl, and I will do everything in my power to never let you down like that again. Not ever.”

Y/N pressed her lips back to Rook’s, not knowing how else to reply at that exact moment. Knowing this wasn’t something that could be as easily fixed as they both wanted it to be...But at least for tonight, they could pretend. Knowing that come morning, when they were both sober, this conversation would be a lot harder as they worked on figuring out how to try and make this work again. Rook’s lips were eager against her own in response as his hands drifted down her waist, stopping only when they reached the back of her thighs and he lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Get a room!” Colson hollarded with a chuckle from the back door as the rest of the guys joined in with cheers and whistles, the pair now fully away that they had an audience. Both reaching a hand out to flip them all the bird. Too wrapped up in the moment to be bothered to care. “I love you.” Rook panted out when they finally did manage to break apart sometime later. The love and adoration in his eyes as he gazed up at Y/N, was almost too much for her to handle as she placed her hands against his cheeks and pressed her forehead against his own.

“I love you too, JP.” She whispered, keeping the last part to herself. ‘More than you could ever know.’

~

‘Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left 

I let you down I've been clumsy with your heart again I guess you figured me out Now here's a taste of my own medicine And for all this pain, that I can't explain There's a black flag wavin' tonight You know I let you down (let you down) I've been clumsy with your heart again 

 Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash Turn the desert all to glass Droppin' bombs on future's past Nothing left for us, shadows dancin' in the ash’

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Indiana Jones’ niece

Indiana Jones x niece!reader

warnings: guns, knives, alcohol

a/n: dont judge me ive had this in mind since i was seven lmfao i know this wont get any notes but i hade to i just HAD to

prompt: indy adopted his niece, y/n

you’re indy’s brother’s kid

your mom split and your dad passed, indy was your godfather

he was honestly terrified when it came to raising you

it took a while for him to get the hang of it

and a lit of help from your grandfather

“uncle indy, can we get a dog?”

“no, sweetie, not now”

he hated saying no to you

you gave him the biggest frowny faces when he said no, they made him feel guilty

he couldn’t always find a babysitter, or he didn’t trust them, so you got dragged to a lot of his college classes

the students loved you

“doctor jones, i’d just like to say that y/n is adorable!”

a lot of the staff brought you goodies

despite indy’s protesting

“you guys are just trying to torture me, huh?”

“is it working?”

as you got older, uncle indy let you come on adventures with you

and hoooooly shit it was wild

“is this how these usually go?!”

“more or less!”

“sweet!”

you have learned how to shoot plenty of guns, ride a horse, use a whip, punch a man unconscious with one swing, pick a lock, sword fight, hotwire a car, ride a motorcycle, patch up small and severe wounds, and more

you have saved his ass multiple times, yet he’s still super protective of you

“y/n, you’ve got to be more careful!”

“uncle jonesy, you’ve got a knife in your arm.”

speaking on knives

you have plenty

and a few hidden on your person

“you don’t need that many knives”

“you never know what obstacles you’ll run into. ‘oh, i need a knife! but i’m tied up! oh, there’s one hidden under my hat!”

“that is very impractical”

being a kickass spy

uncle/niece duo to the rescue

some super cool stories to look back on

indy tells you the craziest stories you’ve ever heard

you’re excited to become an archaeologist like him

visiting bars with him

he will punch a man for you

“keep moving, buddy”

he really does have a soft spot for you

very encouraging indeed he’s super supportive

he doesn’t say “i love you” a lot but you know that he does

and when he does actually say it you get super happy

celebrating father’s day for him

remembering your father together

“you know, you remind me of your dad a lot. look just like him”

“wish i could’ve known him better, but i’m glad i got a super cool uncle”

he was sad when you moved out

“im sorry, uncle indy! but i had to leave sooner or later. it’s only a few miles away!”

im sorry but if indy were a single father he woukd definitely bring it up to get laid i do not make the rules.

soon, you were going on your own expeditions

“hey, uncle indy, i’ve got an assignment over in europe, you in?”

he cried because he was so proud of you

and yes, he did join you on your trip

oh, oh, oh, almost forgot!

you and indy have a photo album of all of the places you’ve traveled and pictures of the two of you together (at least, wherever you weren’t held hostage or being shot at)