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[thasorns]

[lostgirlmuseum]

Who the Hell is Daryl?

Summary: Bucky is in love with you, and finally finds the courage to tell you. But what happens when it sounds like someone else is already in the picture? (Miscommunication!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Avenger!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Miscommunication trope! Only one small mention of “Y/N”, teensy bit of yelling, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Wrote this a couple days ago and put it in drafts, spontaneously posted bc I'm procrastinating on an essay. Okay I'll get back to hw now :(

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. 

He was finally going to ask you out.

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To the surprise of everyone on the team, you and Bucky had become fast pals after you joined six months ago. Something about the two of you clicked. ‘Opposites attract’ and all that, but Bucky always felt it went deeper than that.

The two of you had never argued, something he felt very proud of, considering he argued with most people. But not you. Never you.

The moment he decided that he needed to man up and ask you out wasn’t anything fancy. You were sparring with Wanda across the gym, and he was simply watching you work in tandem. He watched the entire 15 minute session, and didn’t take his eyes off you, even as you approached him. 

“Buck, I’m out of water, can I take a sip of yours?”

He nodded, “Sure, Doll,” and tossed you his bottle. 

You shot him a charming smile and opened the cap, and not-so-gracefully chugged half the bottle. You wiped your upper lip and handed it back to him. 

“Thanks, Jamie,” you breathily said, and jogged back to the arena. 

His head was completely empty except for a single thought, tumbling through his desert mind like a tumbleweed.

I’m going to marry her someday.

He shocked himself with the thought, he wasn’t sure where it had come from. But he couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his lips as he realized he didn’t disagree with the thought.

Of course before marriage is dating. One step at a time Buck. 

After his realization, he had spent the next three days planning the perfect way to ask you out. He went through an entire list of ideas, but none of them seemed good enough for you. He wanted it to be perfect. But as the clock ticked on and he started running out of paper, he realized it was best to just be honest about his feelings. 

You had just gotten back from a solo mission, and Bucky was hanging out in your room as you showered.

He was blushing like an idiot and fidgeting like crazy on your bed as he waited for you to hurry up. It was surprising he had so much self control as to not blurt it out while you were showering.

“Oh, Bucky,” you called from the bathroom, the sound of the water pausing.

“What’s up?”

“Could you set an alarm on my phone for 7:30 A.M. tomorrow before I forget? I think I left it on the side table.”

“You got it, Doll.”

“You’re the best! I’m almost done, I’ll be out in like two minutes,” you called, and soon after the sound of rushing water resumed.

Bucky grabbed your phone and typed in the passcode, his heart fluttering a little as he thought about how you trusted him enough to know it.

But the flutter stopped almost as quickly as it started, the moment your phone turned on and resumed on your text string with someone. He would’ve ignored it, but a red heart at the top of the screen caught his eye.

Who the hell is “Daryl,” and why does he have a heart emoji next to his name?

Bucky couldn’t help himself as his eyes flitted over your last texts.

Daryl ❤️ I’m back in town, lemme know when you’re around 

You About to leave for a quick mission, but I’ll be back tmw evening. I miss you sm :( how about we meet up Monday morning at 8 at Bernie’s cafe?

Daryl ❤️ Lets do it. And I miss you too, can’t wait to see your beautiful face!! I love you, be careful

You Love you too, and Im always careful 😘

Bucky felt sick to his stomach. You had never mentioned a brother named Daryl, or any other kind of family member. And you’d told him about all your closest friends, and none of them were named Daryl. How did Bucky not know you had a boyfriend?

Bucky fought the urge to scroll up, and quickly tapped out of the app, and set the alarm you asked him to set. 

So you were meeting this “Daryl” tomorrow morning?

Bucky heard the water stop, and the sound of the shower curtain shuffling.

Shit. You were getting out. Fuck, he wasn’t ready to face you.

You’d never mentioned you were in a relationship before. He would remember. How long have you been dating? And more importantly, why did you keep this from him? Did you feel like you couldn’t trust him? Maybe you weren’t as close friends as he’d thought.

“Which movie did you want to watch tonight?” You asked, peeking out of the door with a turquoise towel wrapped around you.

“Um, I’m actually really tired, suddenly. I think I’m going to go to bed.” Bucky stuttered, avoiding your gaze as he quickly stood up.

“Oh, okay,” you responded, disappointment and concern lacing your voice. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Glad you got back safe. Good night.”

With that, Bucky ducked out of your room and practically ran back to his.

Bucky tossed and turned, and once he got over his embarrassment, he settled into a familiar depressive feeling. Of course you didn’t like him back. What the fuck was he thinking? He’s—well, he’s Bucky. Broken, only destined to ever be your friend. How could he be foolish enough to think you would love him like he loves you. At about hour 4, the heartbreak started turning into betrayal. Betrayal that you kept this from him. And soon enough, that betrayal festered into a kind of resentment, something he’d never felt for you before.

He didn’t get much sleep that night.

Bucky checked the clock for the 20th time in the past 5 minutes. 7:45 A.M. You were probably about to leave. Bucky felt his heart clench. He was usually up by 7, and eating breakfast in the common area by 7:30. He sat at the barstool, dragging his spoon around his now soggy Coco Puffs, waiting for you to appear. Why he felt the need to torture himself, he didn’t know.

Finally, he heard your steps coming down the hall. 

And there you appeared, wearing the most beautiful sundress he had ever seen. It was lavender, and had small white flowers adorning the skirt, and it fell just above your knees. 

Bucky took you in, and his momentary adoration turned back to his heartbreak. You were dressed up as if you were going on a date. There was no chance this wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Good morning Bucky, did you sleep okay last night?” 

“Yes.” He lied. Maybe you would tell him the truth if he asked. Yes it would hurt hearing the truth from your mouth, but he wanted to give you a chance to tell him your secret. “Where are you headed?”

“To meet a friend,” you nodded smoothly. 

Maybe Bucky was crazy. Maybe he was overthinking all of this. Maybe Daryl really was just a friend.

“Which friend?”

“Penny.”

So you were just flat out lying to him now. Bucky nodded and waited for you to leave before moping back to his room. He wanted to cry. And he did for a minute, or two, but his tears turned from sad to angry when he remembered you were now lying. You never lied to Bucky, and Bucky never lied to you. At least, he thought that was how it was. He clenched his fists, mad at you for betraying him, but more mad at himself for believing he could ever have you.

He didn’t move from his bed.

“Bucky?” Your voice emerged after three knocks to his door.

He couldn’t get himself to respond. 

The door slowly creaked open, a stream of light flooding his dark room.

“Hey Buck. You okay? You seemed a little off this morning.”

“Fine.” He mumbled, not turning over in bed to face you.

A pause. 

“Jamie, what’s wrong?” You asked, closing the door behind you and flicking on the light. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?” You asked, slightly taken aback. You thought he loved your affectionate nickname for him.

“I don’t want you to call me ‘Jamie’ anymore.”

“Okay…”

He felt the bed dip as you sat next to him. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, “please talk to me.”

He sat up and gave you a pointed look. Was he being immature? Yes. But what could he do, he just discovered that his best friend has been lying to him, and doesn’t love him.

“Where were you?” He asked.

You furrowed your brows a moment, trying to piece together where he was going with this. 

“I was at Bernie’s with Penny.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He sneered.

Your eyes widened at his bite.

“I’m not lying? Bucky, what is going on?”

“What’s going on is that you’ve been keeping the fact that you have a boyfriend from me. Why don’t you want to tell me?”

“A boyfriend?” You blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,”

“Why won’t you be honest with me?” He yelled, and you scooted back.

“I am!”

“Then who is Daryl?”

“What?”

“I saw your texts last night, when you asked me to set your alarm.” Bucky looked down at his lap, ashamed.

“Bucky,” you sighed, and a look of understanding crossed your face. A moment later you held out your phone to him.

“What?” He asked, dumbly looking at your outstretched hand. The screen was on your text string with Daryl.

“Call the number.” You simply said.

“What?” He repeated.

“Take my phone, and call the number.”

Confused and suspicious, Bucky grabbed your phone and hesitated over the call icon. 

“Go ahead,” you urged.

He pressed the button. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ri—

“Hey!” A familiar feminine voice rang through the speaker. “What’s up hon?”

“Hello?” Bucky said, looking from the phone to you to the phone.

“Uh, hi? Is that Bucky?”

“P—Penny?” He sputtered.

“Hey Bucky! What’s up, is everything okay? I thought Y/N was calling.”

“Hey Pen,” you interjected, “Everything’s fine, I’ll call you back in a bit, kay’?”

“Sure thing, bye, love ya,” Penny added, and hung up.

Bucky stared at the now blank phone, baffled.

“I don’t understand.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, and tilted his chin to look at you. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Penny is in my contacts as “Daryl” because it’s my funny little nickname for her. My Dad has had a best friend since grade school named Daryl, and they don’t see each other often, but when they do it’s like nothing has changed. They get along like no time has passed. I call Penny “my Daryl” because I know that even if we don’t talk for years, we are so close that I know we would be the exact same.”

Bucky sat quietly for a moment, simply taking in your story. He felt really stupid.

“I’m sorry,” he started, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m sorry I called you a liar.” He struggled to meet your gaze, ashamed of what he did.

“Jamie—can I call you Jamie now?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“Jamie, I forgive you. But I wish you had just talked to me about it, and asked me. We are usually so good about being open with each other. What happened?” You asked, wide eyes looking into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. I flipped out, I guess I was just shocked, because I was going to—” he licked his lips, “well, I was…”

“You can tell me, Bucky. Honesty, remember?” You soothed, placing your hand on his leg.

He gulped.

“I was going to ask you to be with me.”

You tilted your head, not quite understanding.

“Like, I was gonna ask if you’d let me be your boyfriend.” He mumbled. “So when I saw that you were texting and saying ‘I love you’ to some guy, I guess I was just blindsided.”

“James,” you smiled, moving yourself to sit on his lap. You brought your forehead against his. “You silly, jealous man.” You gently stroked his cheek with your right hand. “You want to be my boyfriend?"

"It sounds so juvenile, I don't know, I just want you to be mine, and for you to call me 'yours,'" he mumbled.

"I accept," you giggled, and watched his glittering eyes shoot to yours.

He had started to say something, but he stopped when you brought your soft lips to his.

“I'm so happy,” he whispered between kisses.

Suffice it to say, Bucky completed step one of the path to marrying you.

A/N: Tysm for reading! If you liked it, please feel free to let me know!

Also I'm sorry if the ending sucks, I wrote this in a couple hours and Idk why I'm so bad at endings gahh

Here's my Masterlist if you'd like to read more!

[lovelyjj]

omfg so i have read a lot of jj fics and never once have i come across a fic where reader or oc is as unhinged as jj. like in s1 when jj finds the gun they’re all like omg that’s so bad put it down but what if reader was like that’s so dope!!! lemme see it bam bam and takes pics with jj and shit. idk and then when he’s holding the gun to toppers head she’s like WORK IT SMOOCHIE!!!! it just makes me giggle

No because I love this idea!! thank you for this!

The pogues would always be kept on their toes with you and JJ and your behavior. The two of you always getting into trouble and being adventurous. The rest of the pogues were pretty much used to it by now.

When John B found the motel key you were intrigued. You were convinced that it would lead to something exciting. When you tried to report the sunken boat and it failed, you and the pogues decided to check out where the key leads for yourselves.

It was a no brainer that you were going with John B and JJ into the room. JJ was your partner in crime. You weren’t gonna let JJ have all the fun without you.

The HMS Pogue landed on the shore by the motel. John B and JJ got out of the boat. You followed closely behind.

“Let’s go,” John B clapped JJ on the shoulder.

“Why are all these mattresses out?” John B pondered.

“After a hurricane, they ditch ‘em ‘cause they’re all moldy,” JJ answered.

You, JJ, and John B walked up to the room while JJ tried to convince John B that Kiara was into him.

“This is it.” John B announced.

“Okay.” JJ stated.

“Here we go,” you anticipated what was gonna be inside.

JJ knocked on the door and said in a high pitched voice, “housekeeping.”

John B unlocked the door and the three of you entered the room. You all started looking through things. John B was looking through a bag and JJ was looking at a jacket.

You went into the bathroom and scanned the area. JJ went over to the nightstand and found a map.

John B eventually got the safe open, “holy shit.”

“Uh… JJ, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna want to see this.” John B insisted.

“Dude dude dude!” JJ excitedly said.

“Oh my god no way!” you exclaimed.

“You grabbed the gun,” John B was mad.

“This is a SIG Sauer.” JJ acknowledged.

“Put the gun back, JJ!” John B whispered yelled.

“This is a fucking spendy gatt, man.”

“Hey! Lemme see it please,” you voiced.

JJ gave you the gun and you felt powerful.

“Bam! Bam! Bam!” you held the gun out in front of you like you were gonna shoot it.

“Y/N, stop,” John B raised his voice.

“Take a pic of me.” you ordered.

“You wanna make our own incriminating evidence?” John B deadpanned.

“Fine I’ll do it myself, JJ get in here.”

You held up the gun in one hand and your phone in the other. You angled the camera so it could get you and JJ. You took some pictures. Then you set the phone on the nightstand and leaned it against the phone.

You put the phone on a timer and went back to back with JJ. You held the gun up near your face and took a couple photos like that.

“These are so sick!” you cheered as you looked at them.

All of a sudden you herd something from outside. John B looked out the window to see Kie and Pope. Then he looked out the window closest to the door. It was cops.

You hid outside the building on a ledge. When the cops left you all got out of there.

—————

Kiara’s idea for a kegger was a good one. You were excited to let loose and enjoy the party. JJ filled up a cup of beer for you which you gladly accepted.

The party was going well, you were dancing with JJ. When you wanted to take a break you went over to the keg. JJ got a drink for John B. But when he was going to give it to him Sarah and Topper walked by.

JJ offered the drink to Sarah, but then Topper said he’ll take it. That’s when a fight started to break out.

John B and Topper were getting into. Then it started to escalate. Topper was drowning him. You were scared because you knew John B could die at any moment.

JJ was getting worried as well. He knew he had to do something and do it fast. The only thing he could think of was the gun.

JJ pulled the gun on topper and pressed the gun to his temple.

“Yeah, you know what that is.”

“Get ‘em jayj!” you shouted.

“Give it to em good!” you yelled.

Everyone else was yelling at JJ to chill and to stop as well as to calm down. You however encouraged your boyfriend.

“You’re move, broski,” JJ warned.

Topper weakly said, “We’re good we’re good.”

Then JJ took matters into his own hands.

“Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!” Then he fired the gun in the air two times.

“You tell em baby!” You raised your voice.

—————-

JJ had the brilliant idea to rob a drug dealer. Everyone gave him a lot of shit for it. They yelled at him and told him they were fed up with his bullshit.

You however encouraged him saying, “Barry deserves it.”

All in all, you and JJ together is a force to be reckon with. You’re both very brave and strong and truly unhinged.

[lesbianlores]

Riri Links

Contains: Porn links (All of them are twitter except for one), pussy eating, tribbing, strap slinger Riri, just FILTH.

Parings: Riri x fem reader

A/N: I saw someone do this and i just HAD to do my lil one two 😝

18+ below this cut ‼️

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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 It’s 1pm in the afternoon, waking up mad late next to your girlfriend after a long night of intense sex. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, you admired her in awe but as your gaze went lower and lower on her naked body you became hot and bothered. You rubbing those thick thighs together for stimulation eventually woke her up.

“You ight?” she asked, that sexy ass raspy voice she wakes up with making your cunt leak even more.

“You makin’ me needy, looking so good right now. Lemme just get one nut in before we start our day, you don’t even gotta do the work.” You begged, pressing your nude body against hers.

“Ight mama, use me and make that pussy cum.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 You’ve been indecisive on what details you want on your nails because of the high prices, Riri being the lovely girlfriend she is sent you 200 dollars so you could get whatever you want, the only thing she asked in return was for you to send a picture of them so she could see. Taking advantage of the distance from her in Wakanda and you in America you sent a little something else.

“My nails r finally done baby 😍!”

“Oh yeah? lemme see em.”

Attachment: 1 video

“Here you go ☺️”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 After a long day of annoying teachers, hours of not seeing each other, days of not touching each other, you and Riri finally has an entire day to yourselves. The two of your went out on a cute date and as soon as y’all walked through the front door of your shared dorm, she grabbed you aggressively completely abandoning her bag on the floor and threw you on the bed.

“Take that shit off.” She said leaving to grab her strap, not even waiting a second after you took those clothes off to turn you over and shove it in. She already knew how wet you were, had you screaming how much you missed her.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 You had an attitude with Riri all day, giving her silent treatment after finding out a girl was flirting with her through her dms. She explained to you several times that she didn’t entertain it and you knew that, I mean you saw the messages yourself. She repeatedly told the girl she was happily with you then blocked her when she didn’t want to give it up, truth is you’re not actually mad at her. You’re just provoking her to punish you, to fold your legs to your chest and thrust her strap deep inside. Her telling you to “Shut up.” since you want to give silent treatment it better stay that way when she dick you down.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Riri had been rocking the same old ass cornrows for a little over a month and you’re tired of looking at it, you’ve asked her when she plans to get her hair done and she says she cannot find a style she wants.

“What about these? These are cute!” You said pointing at the style shining from the screen of your phone.

“That look like it take too long, ion like sittin in a dirty ass chair for hours.” She said irritated at the thought.

“Riri,” You said sternly staring at her as she stared back nonchalantly “How about I do them for you huh? I’m so sick of looking at them old ass cornrows at the top of your head.”

“Ight bet, i’ll pay you afterwards.” Fast forward two hours of Riri getting mad at you for HER tender head and several breaks later you’re finally done with her head.

“Pay up sista.” You said holding out your hand for what you expected was money but suddenly Ri pulled you by the legs taking off your bottoms. You looked at her simultaneously shocked and confused, Riri just smiled and said-

“What? You thought I was paying with money?” as she laughed.

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A/N: Even though I don’t like this it’s been in my drafts for so long and i’m tired of looking at it so here y’all go, hope you enjoyed it. 😭

[neverchecking]

I think the idea of the links fighting to be dads is one of the best things I have ever read and I'm so glad people are interested in it enough to send ask I cast appreciation spell on every single one of you. I just wanted to share my own thoughts.

I picture Sky's kid just being a mini sky tbh. Not necessarily on features so to speak, but the idea of a small sleepy baby that likes to take naps all of the time so 🥰. I imagine that it's also a bit chubby, no particular reason just to give it that little 'cute' push. Sky taking little naps with his baby, and the kid is swaddled up in his sailcloth while he holds them in his arms (reader (and the rest of the chain) get worried and watches over him in the beginning bc they were worried that he'd accidentally drop them, lemme just say his grip does not slip). Better yet, Sky swaddles the baby to his back so that he could have his hands free, and Sky just walks around with this cute little tater tot looking over his shoulder curiously. Call 911 anon died in aisle 6. I picture sky's first born being a son who's just as in touch with their emotions as he is. Imagine the baby inherits the soft hair texture I could cry.

Legend <3. I can only picture legend having a girl, I don't know why there's just no way that man is not a girl dad. I don't really have any ideas on what his kid would look like, but I like to imagine they get his eyes bc I'm really biased and love the lavender (periwinkle?, light purple bitch) eyes. I swear his pros and cons are just

'con: has unresolved trauma, kinda mean tbh, house is filled with dangerous items, might have to share house with weird rabbit guy (seems nice), does he even like kids??

Pro: really pretty eyes, has a lot of stuff and experience protecting/housing things, doesn't wear pants/easy access'

I know you say all of his kids end up really snarky and mean, I offer you 'baby takes after reader and is the literal personification of sunshine'. I'm talking full social butterfly, it would normally makes him sick, but that's his baby, it's different. He would absolutely gently tell his kids to cover their ears/go play elsewhere before going for someone's throat (verbally or physically).

I agree with the whole Cal/Safe/Wild have no clue which one is the father whenever their baby is born because it's like 'they have my nose' 'dude we all have that nose'.

I'm going to get a lot of backlash for saying this: but the only reason why Sage would ever get a 'pro' from me is because he would take his shirt off. And I'm sure if reader ever asked any of the chain to take their shirt off like 'skin to skin contact is good for the baby' 'say no more' you would never see a shirt I'm that household ever again. I'm sorry no I'm not, but Sage to me is the type of father to look at reader breastfeeding their infant and get jealous because it's not him. I hope you all sleep good with that thought.

Lastly on the trio, I imagine their kids to be the trouble makers. Absolutely no one is surprised to hear that, but their kids are guaranteed to give them and reader a few early grey hairs. It's almost like karma for them being so chaotic in their time, Twilight is laughing because Wild finally understands. Wild is still absolutely living up to his name still, but he's also not irresponsible either, he would never forgive himself if him and his antics were ever the reason his kid got unnecessarily injured, even if it's a part of growing up (This also applies to Sage as well, Cal lets them get the childhood he never got but is much more watchful of his babies than the other two, old habits and everything)

Offhand thought. I imagine Wild, Sage, Time, and *shudders* Koridai's kids to be the escape artists. I'm not necessarily talking teenagers sneaking out of windows, I'm talking about toddlers getting into everything. These kids without a doubt always find a way to get out of their crib by themselves, either sliding under the bar, learning to climb early, or doing something, to crawl into their parents' bed unannounced, scaring the mess out of the pair. That little sliding door you put on the pool ladder? They learn how to climb onto the side. You put something out of reach? They get a stool. They're so smart, but only when it's to get into something guaranteed to greet you with a huge mess with them sitting in the middle innocently.

Finally, the person I was originally here for: Hyrule my beloved. Okay so you know how I went on about Sky's baby having certain features because I thought it was cute, I also have certain feelings about Hyrule's. I'm a very big fan of Sky and Hyrule with freckles, and the idea of Hyrule's baby being absolutely littered with freckles is so adorable.

You also mentioned that the baby would probably also be part fairy and I get that, lets add more. You'd think with reader not being a fairy, and Hyrule only being part, that the baby would only be like 25% right? Right? Hyrule's genes kicked in again, this baby is very much a fairy. I like to imagine that since they'd be raised by a non-fairy and a fairy that's very good at masking, they'd be very cute and mostly 'normal', but because they're not human the baby's just a bit... off. What trait did I assign this fictional fairy child? Eye contact. It's not really noticeable when they're a small baby, but as they start to grow up a bit their eyes look a bit different, in a way that almost no one can pinpoint. That's not what really gets them though, what gets most people is the almost unwavering gaze of this small child, as if analyzing their every move at all moments, studying them like they're test subjects. Because of this, Hyrule's kid gets really good at mimicking the people around them and blending into hylian society really well, the eye contact problem is never really fully solved though.

I picture reader not even noticing this though, like this is my baby, isn't it cute🥰? I made this all by myself, look at their freckles! And the baby is staring at you with the wrath of god. Hc can also apply to Courage since he's based off of Hyrule, I gave Kori one and it's only fair. Courage absolutely is aware of his kid's special trait, and absolutely uses it to intimate people either for fun or for information.

Last thought bc Hyrule's blood curse is a thing: where is reader giving birth? I hope for them it's in a town because if not? I hope Hyrule (healing) and Twilight (probably knows the most about birth, granted it was animals but still, can also take reader squeezing his hand) are going to be really close with reader soon.

I pick them out because I absolutely don't think that reader would want like 11 men and a teenage boy around them while they go through egregious amounts of pain.

I bring this up because if Hyrule still has the blood curse and it extends to his child, how is that going to work when reader inevitably gives birth (since, y'know, blood). I know the easiest answer is just 'baby doesn't get the curse' but imagine Hyrule just silently dying the entire pregnancy because he's the only person that knows about his curse. I feel like at some point he would tell reader, just so they're aware and can be cautious if it turns out to be his.

Also labor is also like really dangerous, especially in medieval times where mortality is high. I imagine if anything when wrong at any point imagine sunset but cranked up to 11, especially if Sage is there. The group better hope it ends up being his kid because if it's not, he's picking a fight immediately, pinning reader's injuries on the Link in question. Reader's hurt, he's stressed, and he can't fight the problem so he's going for the next best thing.

That's it bye.

gently cradles the spell and gives it a little smooch. thank you <3

Sky's kid absolutely takes after him in every way. The sailcloth is turned into one of those baby wraps and it never leaves his person. Actually, it only leaves Sky when it's on Reader whose cradling their baby <3 They probably sleep all the time with their chubby little cheeks and their chubbier little fingers. Sky was totally a chubby kid and so is his baby. I'm making it canon bc I'm actually nintendo isn't that crazy (I'm not I'm just delulu). Imagine Sky just rocking in place, cooing gently at his kid as the sun cascades over him fdnfofhig MY OVARIES ARE SCREAMING- (His grip is iron clad and that kid doesn't so much as slip.) When they get older, I can see him doing the back swaddle, but when their so little and so fragile, nuh-uh. He's keeping them front and center no matter what. In his direct line of sight. His first born is probably a son with his same doe eyes and his same perfect cheeks. I am also crying.

Legend. That gorgeous rat bastard. I can also only picture him having a girl. Look at him. He screams girl dad. With the bows in his hair and the tea parties and the dresses and the painted nails. All him. His kid probably has a light strawberry blond hair, yk, and the most gorgeous periwinkle eyes. His trauma is kinda bad, but it gives him flavor. And his mean streak means his kid also gives zero shits and is just as mean as him. Like, have yall seen that meme where the dad is like visibly angry and the baby turns, sees the dad, turns back and mirrors his expression to a T. That's Legend's kid. Also, sharing house with weird rabbit guy? You mean you have a free babysitter??? He doesn't like other peoples kids. Just yours and his <3

Okay I'm reading this as I respond and I just got to this Reader and baby are literal sunshine to Legend's asshole motive and vhnoffofo YES. His baby is the type of kid that forces him to be friendly with other kid's parents. Its so different when its his baby. Because it's his. Duh. He is so gentle with his kids, gently urging them along before decimating Kathy and her turd-stomping, shit-stained, crotch Goblin Anthony who dared to push his kid. (I have nothing against Kathy's or anthony's I swear) He eventually becomes the PTA president. Calling it now. Just to spite Kathy.

ITS SO FUNNY LIKE- "those are definitely my eyes." "For the love of Hylia Sage WE ALL HAVE THOSE EYES-"

:( Damn you for being the only one of us reasonable enough to see all of Sage's red flags. And it's not like I paid ninety dollars for TotK to see him with clothes on. That's crazy talk. But you bet Sage is burning all of shirts in the back. No questions asked. He absolutely does get jealous just a little and I sleep great with that though :) (I'm so delusional. Red is just such a pretty color :)) But, Sage is also the kind of dad to take the quiet moments with his kid. He's sitting in a rocking chair, gently cradling his son (He'd have a boy) and practically crying. Like there are tears in his eyes because he finally got his family. And he is so, so grateful.

Their kids are D E M O N S to Hyrule. Wild is living up to his name in the sense that he has to out crazy his kid to cancel out his kids crazy so they don't kill themselves. Like if their kid is launching themselves off a tree, he is literally shield surfing down a hill, catching his kid mid fall and angling it so they land in a pond. All while his kid is screaming again again!. If the urge to do something crazy hits him, he's far away from home where his kid would never ever see him and not get inspired by his dumb shit. Cal lets them do a little more, but he's quiet in the background, waiting to pounce and save them as opposed to pulling off some great save (Cough Sage and Wild cough) He's stopping the danger before it has a chance to happen.

The disrespect on Koridai's name...Totally valid. Nah, Wild, Sage Time and Koridai's kids are all the toddlers whose playpens need lids that are weighed down with boulders and still manage to sneak out. (Sage's kids eat through the pen). All of the Links' kids are smart, it comes with the territory, but something about those four? Their just...?!?!? Fours kids are also really book smart, but so common sense stupid. And it only applies when it's a guaranteed mess.

Lmao I can see it now. One time, Sage's kids decide to hide under their parents bed and send them in mass hysteria bc they can't??? Find??? Their??? KIDS?!?!? Sage is screaming, crying, freaking out that it was all a dream and pulling at his hair, crying over the loss of his babies and they just pop out like 'what's bitchin' papa?'

They don't sleep in their own bed for six months after that incident.

HYRULE HFCIFH

Hyrule has freckles. For sure. His kid has freckles. For sure. Why? I'm nintendo. Duh. OKAY OKAY IM HEARING YOU OUT- Like instead of his gene's getting watered down, it's being amplified. Even as a baby, the kid is just staring like it knows what your thinking. It's kind of off putting, but bc its Hyrule's baby it's fine bc their so cute. When their a toddler, their watching any visitor without fail. Like O-O the whole time. Hyrule's kid is the best at charades bc they are so good at mimicking ( I feel like he's also a girl dad idk. Or a really soft boy like Sky). This kid is just the O-O kid for the rest of their life sorry not sorry.

Reader loves all their kids whether their freckled O^O kids or kids that eat through wooden bars to get to the cookie jar. Because it's a case of I made them! :) Their all mine. No one cares about a dad. N O O N E.

Courage absolutely holds his baby up and is using them as a threat. "Oh, you don't wanna talk? That's fine. I figured you'd wanna meet my kid. They eat souls :)" And the kid is just OuO

Look...The town idea is cool, but imagine them on the road and Reader goes into birth. That's so funny to me. Like it's eleven heroes, who have faced Death themself and won and their all freaking out. Sage is shaking Wild, making even hitting him a little. Sky is crying and squeezing Wars, who is also crying. Hyrule is freaking out on the inside along with Twilight bc omg their the only ones who can actively help? Time is the backbone, holding Reader and letting them squeeze his hand. Four is one look at blood away from fainting. Cal is paler than pale. Legend is the one pacing and cursing and What are we going to DO?!?

Wind is caught between 'My mom is so metal-' To 'Oh my goddess above is that NORMAL?!"

Sure, Wind is a teenage boy but he's also mom's favorite. I don't make the rules. He's gonna be there. In the back. Behind mom so he doesn't have to see it. But he's there! :D

Hyrule probably freaks out over the whole blood bit and when panic questioned about by others (Bc he probably does let Reader know early pregnancy), he just blurts it. Like lays it right there on the table.

Labor is super dangerous. Even with things like fairies, and potions and magic. Sage is one thousand percent more dangerous during this times. If it's his kid? He's demanding the absolute best for them and Reader. If not? Then how come that Link isn't doing more? This is their kid, is it not? Then he should be ensuring the utmost safety for Reader. His stressed energy has to go somewhere and their just the unfortunate outlets.

Ugh this is all so delicious I love it sm anon

[psylunari]

For the ship ask game: kunikidazai, suegiku, atsulucy

NOTE: the post will be long as heck. I'll keep reblogging for every ship addition till I finish.

I'll preface this by saying, yes! I do ship all of these!

Kunikidazai

(nervous chuckle) buckle up, buttercup.

1. What made you ship it?

TL;DR: ironically enough, writing it made them take over my brain.

Mid-tier answer: It wasn't one specific thing. I watched the show and had 1 (one) plot bunny one year later (my most-read BSD fic). I was writing a MHA OC/canon thing at the time. While passionate about that OC/canon, it was a difficult fic, and I put it on hold.

Writing that knkdz fic proved itself easier. It was flowing. It forced me into a deep dive in their dynamic. The result is what you see.

Long answer: it took me 10+ years in fandom (legit) to like m/m ships. So it's kinda hard?? To watch things with m/m tinted glasses. AKA deliberately looking for m/m chemistry, or interpreting it always that way, or making it up in my head if I can't find it. If I come across a ship, I came across a ship. And I'm the same for any ship.

During my first watch of bongo straycats, I didn't ship much of anything. I looked at those two and went, “yeah, they're haha funny, if I were to ship something it'd probably be this”. I was done with the three seasons out, then, I “forgot” BSD.

I mean. Not that I forgot. I was in-between fandom phases with other stuff. So I didn't pay “the popular ships” much mind. They were there. A thing that existed. I didn't care for them.

Then it went like:

“Hey, I could use some change in my life, lemme style my hair like this anime twink.” “Fic idea for haha funny ship. What if instead of disappearing to commit the die, the anime twink was sick and didn't tell anyone?” ?????? “It is a CRIME that THIS dynamic is on the unpopular side, I'm declaring myself in knkdz hell till further notice and will do something about it.”

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

TL;DR: they are multifaceted, their relationship is a deep rabbit hole of symbolism, and a blast to write about.

Superficial answer: complementary personalities + look good together + attractive + hilarious banter + suspicious moments + annoyances to lovers.

Heartfelt answer: I look at them from a complete perspective. Never one without the other, never caricatures of themselves. There's the caring domestic side, the dumb disagreements, the synergy and mutual respect, the defiance of internal values, the angst past and present… They are complex. The more you dig, the more you find. It's entertaining. It made the brain go brrrrr.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

It isn't often I come across interpretations I disagree with. Dedicated knkdz shippers and I are mostly in the same wavelength. My unpopular opinion, however, boils down to “I interpret both as some flavor of bisexual, not gay” and “mischaracterization”.

Will elaborate on the latter.

On Kunikida: headcanon as the fandom might, IMO, this guy isn't confident about love and sex. Let alone super liberated.

Picture this. Inexperienced + perfectionist + “dear diary, today I dreamt of my perfect wife” + “do girls not like me because I'm a nerd?” = pretty romantic, huh? And out of touch with reality.

Don't get me wrong. He does have carnal desires or kinks, I feel. I see him as shy and easy to fluster in the beginning. He takes time to relax and do his thing, being his own biggest critic.

On Dazai: he isn't helpless and definitely has an edge. I have a catboy agenda to set. Think like a cat's claws. Can and will scratch if unhappy, they're part of him, do not declaw the catboy. The feetsies are soft and adorable. They're also a part of him.

In the love aspect: when he LIKES someone, Dazai goes “brain.exe has stopped working” and does/says the stupidest shit. I think he orbits them out of no idea how to deal with it. Staying in the same space, wanting closure, not asking for it. Literal cat behavior again.

Now, in sex matters, he's shameless for… the most part. Not vulnerable all the time. He can flirt when it's for meaningless flings. What IMO WOULD make him cry is emotional stuff. Which may be tied to a sexual moment. Just not necessarily.

[okaioh]

Kai I need Phil content to make up for the fact he didn’t get kidnapped brutally by the Ender King, do you have any good headcanons of Death Family + Rose

ough there's too many but lemme see what I can cook up

(putting it under the cut because its kinda long LMAO)

whenever in Rose's garden the hummingbirds always flock to Chayanne - and maybe its because of the ingredients he has in his backpacks or maybe its because he's always carrying a rose that Tallulah has given him, I like to think its because hummingbirds symbolize devotion and love - who else is devoted to protecting his family and who else shows constant love to his sister and dad like Chayanne <3

Another one about Chayanne, which is kinda based around this one post I saw (by panxramic on twt), but theres something about Rose's sanctuary in which the little warrior feels absolute calm and peace - something that he doesn't get often, and because of that peace he finds himself regularly taking naps around the place

^^there'll be times where Phil's sleeping and Tallulah and Chay were hanging out and at one point Tallulah's like ?? where did Chayanne go ?? and she looks all over the place for him, a bit panicked at first, until she goes to the Sanctuary and finds him laying in a patch of grass - snoring softly with a bunch of hummingbirds flying around him (she totally takes a picture of him and uses it as a way to tease him relentlessly)

the first few nights of sleeping at the Sanctuary, Tallulah found herself waking up to flowers in her hair - at first she's like "weird it must have fallen onto my head or something" but then it keeps happening every morning she wakes up

it'll be different flowers in her hair every morning - at first its roses (without the stem and thorns of course) nestled in her hair, then tulip petals, then cherry blossom petals and so on, its just a little thing to show that Rose is constantly watching over them even if she doesn't send any messages

Tallulah also discovered that when she plays music in the sanctuary, a bunch of birds always appear and start singing along with her - some will sit on top of her head and chirp along with her flute and theres some that'll hop in front of her almost on beat with her music

Phil has never slept better than the first nights when he slept with his kids in the sanctuary

there's something that just lets him know that nothing can come and hurt them with Rose watching over them

I like to think that phil's an early riser so to his kids its very rare that they actually wake up before him since he's already up and tending to the farms and everything

so the first few mornings in Rose's sanctuary, tallulah and chayanne got scared thinking their dad was sick because he slept in all morning till the afternoon - phil even thought he was coming down with something until he realized he's never felt more awake than when he did, and thats when his kids noticed how bright his eyes looked and how his eye bags seemed to be almost gone after a couple days

Missa is rarely on (except today) but that doesn't exclude him from Rose's protection - right as he comes back he can feel this sort of warm presence with him and I feel like at first he'll be like ":0 its phil's love for me-" something cheesy or whatever

and then he starts to notice little things whenever he does something - let's say hes building and he isn't paying attention to his surroundings and there's a skeleton about to shoot him, and without him even noticing it - it suddenly burns up and disintegrates into dust just like that

and ofc Missa carries on like nothing happened - and theres instances just like that that always happens when he doesn't notice... if he's about to walk off a cliff and hurt himself- nope, there's water at the bottom now and hes safe. If there's a mob coming at him and about to kill him- nope, it somehow gets trapped in a hole and Missa carries on his day freely

I would add more for Missa but i don't know what to add ueueue

but yeah :D add more if you want LMAO these are some of what I've come up with

[uriekukistan]

Kaneki for the character ask? 👉👈

My first impression: the reason i got into tg as much as i did. before i watched i hadnt watched a whole series since i watched death note bc i couldn't find a main character that was as interesting to me as light...and then i found KANEKI

My impression now: i still love him, especially once i read the manga. similar to how i was w death note, i haven't been able to get through another series since tg bc i can't find another mc that interests me as much as kaneki or light. he's so cool and fucked up what a silly guy

Favorite thing about that character: i love when they're insane (pt 400049589208520). i also feel like aggravatingly similar to him sometimes so that's always fun. analyzing him is like analyzing myself

Least favorite thing: analyzing him is like analyzing myself. also anime kaneki is...not as badass as manga kaneki lets leave it at that...

Favorite line/scene: where do i even start...ig this is more of a haise moment but it's also a kaneki moment lowkey at the beginning of re when he's going against nishio and haise is like losing his shit and brain kaneki is whispering in his ear yeah that was so cool and sent chills down me idk. also when he broke half of ayato's bones what a sick lil dude i love it

Favorite interaction that character has with another: back to the beginning of re when haise kinda switches into the kaneki personality when he's going against nishio and he says "i don't think you want to know me" and does the finger crack ooooh lemme tell you i was kicking my feet in bed at 4am watching that bc first i was like ohh its kaneki (as we know the anime doesn't explain shit) and then i was like if i was nishio i would run away bc that was so scary ooooh i love it

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: i think we needed more kaneki and hide interactions like i know we got a decent amount but like. there should have been more.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: im so bad at this ummm mello from death note bc the world beats them down and tells them theyre not good enough throughout their childhoods, so they grow up with this idea that they're always inferior and it eventually turns into rage but also a deep incurable loneliness. and if you go with the theory that kaneki actually died and was not saved by ayato at the end of the series (which i enjoy bc i love pain and suffering), then they both die alone unable to protect those they care for or fulfill what they think they're life's purpose is okay im gonna go cry now

A headcanon about that character: he definitely wrote fanfiction in middle school are we kidding

A song that reminds of that character: class of 2013 by mitski

An unpopular opinion about that character: did he really deserve a happy ending? he did a lot of bad things, mass murder, cannibalism, destroyed lives and families...but maybe i just love pain and suffering...i do want to see him happy too but i just.

Favorite picture:

this was so hard because ishida's art is beautiful, but this had to be it. this kinda encompasses everything i love about ishida's art - the portrayal of emotion, the use of ink heavy pages to show tension and conflict, the despair, like its just so good

[softsnzstuff]

OH MY GOD I HAD A THOUGHT!!!! I love your stuff about Wayne and sick Eddie but hear me out… Wayne and sick steve!!! Steve’s got an awful cold and he feels like shit and he wants his boyfriend so he goes over to the trailer on instinct, but of course eddie is at school. But when the Harrington boy knocks on the door looking like he’s about to fall asleep where he stands and sneezing and sniffling up a storm it’s not like Wayne Munson is letting him drive home like that. So when eddie gets back from school that day he finds a sick steve wrapped in a blanket talking to Wayne on the couch, drinking tea that wayne made him.

Whoops, I hope you like fondue because this is CHEESY. Hope you enjoy anyways. 🤍

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Wayne Munson was ducked down under the hood of his car when the crunch of tires on gravel told him he had company. Too early for Eddie to be back from school, he looked up, but he heard the boy before he saw him.

“AESSH! ISSSSH! H’ESSSH!”

“Bless you!” The man straightened up, wiping the oil off his hands with an old rag.

“Ahh! M’bister M’bunsond. You scared m’be, sorry.”

Steve sniffled against his shirt sleeve. He’d felt this cold coming on for a few days now, but today was definitely the worst. Tired of being cooped up in his empty house, he had decided he’d rather be with Eddie.

“Sorry, kid, I have that effect on people sometimes.” He joked. The man squinted at his watch, “If you’re looking for Eddie, you’re about an hour and a half early.”

Shit that’s right. Today was Friday, not Saturday…

“Oh crap. snFF he’s at school. I’b sorry, I guess I forgot what day it is- H’IGKtchew! AeetschEW! HAESSSSH!!”

Steve had turned to get back in the car when Wayne stopped him with a hand on the shoulder. “Hey now, where do you think you’re going?”

“Umm… home?”

“You take me for a fool, Steve Harrington? I ain’t letting you drive home with a cold like that. Come on in, lemme fix you up some of Wayne Munson’s cure-all tea.”

Steve didn’t really know what to say, but followed Wayne into the trailer. The older man got busy in the kitchen, pulling various spices off the rack.

“You can go ‘head and relax on the couch. There should still be some tissues over there…you know Eddie and his allergies.”

Steve laughed and sat on the couch, “You do’t have to do all this M’bister M’bunsond.”

“Don’t have to what? Take care of my nephew’s partner? Of course I do. And you’ve been around this trailer enough times, you can call me Wayne.”

A few minutes later, a mason jar of an orange liquid was being pressed into Steve’s hand. “Is this the cure-all?” He asked pathetically.

“Sure bet!” Wayne grabbed a folded blanket off the top of his recliner and draped it around Steve’s shoulders.

“Thank you.”

---

A while later, Eddie pulled up from school, arriving at the trailer. He opened the door and saw his boyfriend wrapped in a blanket, next to his uncle looking at a book.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” He scoffed, “What the hell did I miss!?”

“Hi Eds. Wayne was just making me some of that snF sick tea.”

“Aww my poor guy.” Eddie dropped his bag and sat next to Steve, putting an arm around him. He knew Steve’s own parents wouldn’t take care of him like this, even if they were home, and it made Eddie’s heart gush thinking about it.

“He was actually just showing me pictures from your talent show. Nice buzz cut.” The younger man teased.

Eddie looked down and realized they’d been looking at scrapbooks Wayne made dating back to when he first became primary guardian.

“Oh my god what did I say about showing this book to people?” Eddie freaked out, ears burning with embarrassment.

“Only to family. I know.” Wayne put a hand on Steve’s shoulder and looked into his nephews eyes, “If you love him, son, Steve is family.”

[antisocialgaycat]

I am a professional worm on a string

pull up your goddamn pants

'quotes high school musical for 20 minutes straight'

I'm actually sick can you hear my sniffling nose [pig noises]

He only ever says what's up to me but I wanted more than that. I wanted to have his hand children.

you're not allowed to shoot your shot while I'm shooting mine

fine. I accept your shot

and then I was pregnant.

EEEeeeeeEeeeeEEeEeEEEEEEEeeeeeeeEeeeeeeeeEEE

aww she's in the butt crack

ooh how am I going to pick up these scissors

how do you cut the unfhsjsbdhksa cord

by the way I like your eyes. they look like frogs

mummy, daddy why do I only have one arm? That's because me and your daddy have the same DNA.

my bum bum is too beautiful, you just gotta.... Smack it

[glow sticks flying everywhere]

sup bbg bbq

unicorn fighttttt

boom boom boom I want you in my room, just me and Jeremiah

midnight Moana songalong

cherries coconut big banana

[frenzied twerking]

it CALLS ME

[humping the curtains]

huehuehuehuehuehue

on the ISLAND

don't you know SHINAYY

celebration high five. now celebration twerk

[violent air guitar]

celebration twerk 2.0

I'm the only one who took her in when she was young

let's all go to the toilet together

ruby get out of her bed

mr carrot is bald and single and ready to mingle

lemme turn on my flesh

his abs ahhhh they're not real

his hair looks likes pubes

can we cut out a picture of his face tomorrow😍🥺

just think about his abs then go to bed you bum bums

why do you find him so hot when he's crying me

I'm in the crack and you're squishing me

his hair and his pubes look so similar you wouldn't be able to tell where his head is

can someone massage my eyebrows

everyone watch out or someone might tickle your toes

I straighten my pubes every day so they look like a beautiful wig

when he was crying awww

we're 40 minutes past yEStErdAY

excuse me I'm about to fall into the abyss

he says bad bitch

don't pull my pants down!!!!

you know who also is trying to sneak into my bed? Jeremiah.

teehee

what is AI? Australian insects?? Apple incantations???

aww but his eyes

-quotes and chaos from my people

yes they are mentally fucked up

yes I still love them

[hi-im-dingo]

Hey how ya doing, lemme introduce myself

Pfp created by chemicataclysm from Picrew

The name is Dingo. I'm 20 years old, go by they/he/it/bark/guts and I'm transmasc genderfluid (+some xenogenders). I'm bisexual demirose, and ambiamorus. I'm a full on sub/bottom I can't even think of being a dom or topping it gives me major anxiety lol. I am mainly t4t most of the time. Unless said so, my posts are all mlm. I do get shy almost 24/7 so sorry if we are ever texting/talking and I go quiet all the sudden hah. I'm single, and it's gonna stay like that for a while until I get more therapy. I love marine life and big cats so much please we must talk about them they are the best

I'm both mentally disabled and mentally ill af lmao /srs. Please be patient with me if we ever talk and please use tone indicators

I finally decided to make a side blog for reblogging nsfw stuff. I shall remain anonymous and not tell my main blog, so I can't follow back. Sorry :(. If you do find it, no you didn't <3

Even though I am a nsfw account, I do NOT sext or flirt, and do not ask for hookups/pictures. If this sounds mean I'm just setting boundaries for my mentality. Only those very close to me can do these. However I will allow nsft asks, and they can be nsft related as well and what you would like to do to me :3 I also would like to meet you guys, so my DMs are open. However due to my anxiety I take a while to respond sometimes. I also sometimes get sex repulsed due to some past events so I'll disappear for a while from this blog

Alright might as well tell some stuff/kinks I'm in to and along with turn offs

Terms

I am a dude so refer to me with masc related things, but I am fine with pussy, clit, tcock, and chest. I do prefer to be called handsome. Those who are close to me can call me cute, adorable, hot, etc. and only I can call it boypussy if it's myself. Don't ever refer to me in a feminine way

Turn ons:

Being the pillow prince I am teehee :3

Free use to an extent

I call it being playful, but others call it being a brat lmao

Degrading, teasing, and humiliating to an extent

Fear play to an extent

Praising/being called "good boy"

Light bondage (like a simple hands behind back, maybe even blindfolded)

Voice kink

Denial, edging, and overstimulation

Breeding (no pregnancy)

Biting

Ice play

Height/size different (I'm 5'2" lol)

Cockwarming

Spanking

Spitting

Thigh riding

Light claiming

Predator/prey dynamic

Receiving oral

Taking things slowly and romantically

Consent and communication is the best /srs

Aftercare, cause that's important frfr

Turn offs

Blowjobs/deepthroating

Choking

Anal

Petplay

Non consent/r*pe. Fucking nasty why would you ever be into that.

Ageplay. Also nasty.

Scat, piss, vomit, etc.

"Daddy/mommy"

Face slapping, hitting, and punching

Misgendering/detrans, why the fuck you even do that???

Heavy bondage

Corruption (trauma related)

Somno

Public sex

Obsession/possessive

Knifeplay/cutting

Weapon play

Fake safewords

Tags

- # Dingo is posting : Any post that I make will always have this, even those with no nsft

- # Dingo is shit posting : Just me being a silly fella teehee

- # Not my post - self explanatory

- # Nsft : self explanatory

- # Not nsft : self explanatory

- # Serious post : for addressing anything very important

- # Please💀 : Scenarios, imagines, etc. from I really like. Will be seen with other people's posts

Anons

None as of now. Send an ask for any emoji you'd like to claim along with your gender and pronouns ^3^

!! DNI LIST !!

- Minors and ageless blogs. You will be blocked on sight

- Cishets. Once again, blocked on sight

- Anyone 25+

- basic dni criteria (homophobic, transphobic, ableist, zoophiles, pedophiles, incest supporters, etc)

- Proshitter/"anit-anti" or whatever you sick fucks call yourselves these days

- People who age up any minors for anything nsfw and shipping with an adult

- TERFs/radfems

- People who exclude neopronouns, xenogenders, aroace, and/or more

- fetishize age regression

- DDLG and anything relating to such

- Fujoshis

- YBC supporters/fans

- My ex and anyone who has connections with him

- Support/like yanderes (also trauma related)

- Dr. Rockso apologists

- Anyone who is neutral about any of the above

We got that all covered? Alright cool nice :3

I have a feeling this blog won't be 100% nsfw cause I like to be a silly guy most of the time lol

[spectralstitions]

OK I FIGURED OUT THE NAMING SITUATION (For the species, anyways. Parthesa rename pending). My slowass only just realized that whatever I call the species, or whatever they're called in the """english translation""", does not have to be what they would hypothetically call themselves in their language. Why do I do these things to myself.

Anyway, like I said in my last blog entry I wanted to keep the names as simple and understandable as possible, nothing extravagant. So here's my current solution:

Fasa = critterkin

Raswa = hoofkin

Partha = birdkin

Collectively = kinfolk? Something like that?

Fae = Fae or faefolk

My thinking with the use of "kin" instead of "folk" for the more human-leaning species is that typically, when I think of a character who is, for example, birdfolk, I'm picturing a fully animal character who almost completely maintains their feral anatomy, the only difference being their upright posture and clothes. They're like, 90% animal and 10% anthro. And the results I got from searching for [creature]folk on Google reflected that. And there wouldn't be anything wrong with using folk regardless, it's a great word and I love it, but honestly as someone who is annoyed that there is literally no term in existence to describe the ratio of human to animal features reflected in my design niche except for "satyr" or "faun" which are ungulate-specific I kinda just wanted to come up with an alternative that I could hypothetically use outside of this project if I wanted. Kin is the only other common, one-syllable word that means pretty much the same thing as folk, so even though it's a little less cute I just went with it. Since Faefolk are in fact animals, allbeit mixtures of animals, I'm keeping folk in their name because it gets the image of what they are across just fine.

Birdkin is self explanatory but since I couldn't think of a catchall, one-syllable term for rodents, I went with vibes and called them critterkin. Hoofkin is the name really stumping me right now. While 90% of hoofkin are deer, there are also goat and sheep hoofkin, namely, uhhhh, one of the most important main characters. However, it's been really, really tricky trying to find a one-syllable trait that every member of the species shares without being weirdly specific. I've tentatively selected Hoofkin but not gonna lie guys I can't explain it but to me it sounds like a drug or a slur or something. I don't know. Please tell me I'm insane and nobody else thinks this because I just want to be done trying to find something haha. I couldn't think of a "vibes" word in its place, either. Wildkin is the best I could come up with, but it felt too vague. The ratio of deer to nondeer is such that it might be okay just to name them "deerkin" but the specificity doesn't feel quite right. I'm gonna keep my eye out for better words, and if anyone's got suggestions please lemme know.

Either way, LORD I am so sick of my ancient made up fantasy words haha, I'll replace them with anything at this point. Once I figure out a new name for Parthesa, I'll probably make some edits to my map/world lore post. If I do change any of the suffixes again I probably Will Not Be Making a public service announcement about it like this one, or if I do it will be either really really short or part of a different update. But I did want to make this post just to get it off my chest haha. Until next time :3

[satoruoo]

4EVER N EVER - geto suguru

summary: the night that suguru becomes certain, as certain as he can be as a sorcerer, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

genre: fluff, post haibara death, angst to comfort, (trust this is an actual deleted scene i know bc gege told me)

warnings: swearing, f!reader, mentions of death

notes: this is before he meets mimiko and nanako. i wanted to write ab riko but i cba lemme be honest!! not based on a song (surprisingly 🙌) JUST LET MY POOKIE BEAR BE HAPPY HUHUHU 😭😭

suguru had never been the type to allow himself to get attached.

as a sorcerer, he'd learned that people die often. far too often, too quickly, and too easily for his liking. seeing someone smile so happily, wearing a carefree grin, and bubbling with boundless joy was one thing; seeing them dead was another.

it baffles him - haibara had been alive hours ago.

in the stillness and silence of death, suguru had contemplated. he'd thought about haibara; lacking a pulse, a pulse evidence of a heart seemingly made of gold. haibara, without the rise and fall of each breath, breaths that were formerly steady proof of vitality, and haibara, complexion drained of previous warmth and colour.

haibara, who was once suguru's underclassman.

always swamped in work, sorcerers barely even had the time to mourn; to allow themselves to accept that someone they held close was gone. it makes him feel sick.

even so, suguru finds himself attached to one person. you, his girlfriend, his lover. for as long as he can remember, you'd never failed to be there for him, ready to kiss away his tears, to tell him how pretty he was even after he'd told you how ugly he felt, and to soothe the inner turmoil that rages within his chest.

part of him feels horrible about venting to you, like he's burdening you with his troubles no matter how hard you try to convince him of the opposite. worrying you is never his intention, and he doesn't understand how he always manages to do just that.

but like clockwork, suguru finds himself outside your door.

• . ☆° ✦. °.

it's pouring with rain as suguru decides whether or not to knock. he'd forgotten to bring an umbrella, so his hair and clothes are soaked through. he's too exhausted to care - both mentally and physically.

is it right for him to lean on you like this? to show up at your door so he can feel comforted by your presence? it hurts. it hurts because suguru knows the moment you tell him everything will be okay, he'll want to believe you. he'll feel safe in your arms - a feeling he's not sure he deserves to feel - and he'll curl into you as he shields himself away from the world.

you're lazing around on the couch when you hear a knock at the door, the familiar rhythmic sound indicating who is on the other side.

suguru's looking at the floor, hunched in on himself. his shoulders sag, eyelids weighing heavy as he looks at you, giving what he hopes is a small smile.

"suguru," you greet, and you can already tell from the look in his eyes that something is wrong. they're clouded, devoid of their usual pleasant glow.

"hey," he attempts, voice hoarse from disuse.

you blink at him, a soft, comforting smile settling on your lips. suguru knows that look; it's the one you give moments before you make him feel like he's the most precious thing in the world. he barely registers you gently tug him inside, closing the door behind him.

he's always loved your home. it's snug and cozy, warmth radiating from every room. every inch of it is personalized, filled to the brim with trinkets and decorations of your choosing. his favourite part is your living room - the heart of your residence. it's a perfect reflection of you, the sofa well over-cushioned with pillows and blankets; he thinks he recognizes the plush in the middle. the bookshelf stands tall in the corner of the room, stacked with beloved novels and literary classics.

there are pictures of your favourite people on the wall: him, satoru, kento, ieiri, and others that he doesn't recognize. family, he presumes.

if he could, he thinks he'd happily spend all the days he has left in this house.

suguru feels your arms encircle his neck, pulling his frame down into a hug. he tenses, part of him aware that he's still soaked from the rain but he knows you don't care.

it takes him a moment, but he eventually relaxes into your hold, pressing into you as you support his body weight with practiced ease. his nose instinctively finds the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the spot with a barely audible groan. his strong arms find themselves wrapped around your waist and he pulls you impossibly closer as if trying to sink into you completely.

"haibara died," he murmurs into your skin, "it was a grade-one curse."

suguru feels you nod and hum. you remember him - he was a close friend of kento's. you'd met on a few occasions; he was straightforward and honest, and you'd understood why kento liked him.

you thumb a circle into the flesh of his shoulder and close your eyes. "how's kento?" you ask, still cradling suguru as if he'd fall apart.

suguru's heart throbs at your selflessness, and he pushes his face further into you.

"bad," he bites his lip, "really bad."

you hum again, taking a mental note to call kento later while your fingers thread through your lover's dark hair. it's knotted, you notice, he hadn't been taking care of it.

a sigh escapes your lips as you maneuver yourself so that suguru's forehead is resting comfortably against yours.

"and you?" you ask gently, kissing his nose, "how're you, my love?"

if he's being honest, suguru isn't sure. he feels oddly hollow and empty, his emotions feel duller - more muted. the world feels farther out of reach than ever; he misses its vibrant colours and sounds. from the sunken feeling arise questions that are left unanswered, and they bounce around in his head, finding little holes to bury themselves in.

"bad," is what he settles for.

"really bad." he reiterates.

as loving and as calm as ever, you kiss his lips, hoping it'll remind him that you're there. he isn't alone in this.

"okay," you say, "that's okay."

how was any of that okay? it certainly doesn't sound okay to him. he doesn't feel like himself, and he doesn't know what to do about it.

you feel his hands tremble on your waist - from the cold or something else you aren't sure - but you press yourself closer, sharing your body heat.

"sugu, baby," suguru hates the way your voice so easily cuts through his thoughts. "look at me."

he does. he forces himself to focus on you; to look into those gorgeous eyes of the person he treasures most. your eyes are comforting, he thinks, full of love and subtle concern.

"it's okay, 'cause we'll get through this together."

suguru feels his heart flutter, breath hitching in his throat. we. right, he wasn't alone. he had you. we. you and him were a team, lives interwoven by fate. he hasn't even told you what was truly wrong yet, but here you were, making the world seem 10x brighter than before.

"yeah," he agrees slowly, voice quiet, "yeah." he repeats again as if to assure himself.

he exhales, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. he doesn't miss how your smile grows a tad wider.

suguru was nowhere near okay yet, but he'd get there.

• . ☆° ✦. °.

two hours later, suguru has showered and changed.

(you'd gotten into the habit of keeping clothes for him at your house if situations of the like ever were to arise, or if he stays over.)

he's feeling far fresher and lighter on his feet than he was before. he ambles down the stairs, stopping momentarily to admire the photo of baby you hung on the wall.

he can tell from the sounds and occasional curse down the hall that you're in the kitchen, probably fucking summoning some sort of demon with all that noise.

he makes himself at home on the couch, clinging to the plush that he now recognizes as his 6-month anniversary gift to you. it's a pikachu plush, one brought from the store just days after you'd expressed your favourite pokemon in a debate with satoru. there's a collar around its neck, with a tag that reads:

'to my one and only. - suguru'

you'd kept the tag? he thinks he's going to cry. having someone love him so much was partly overwhelming, he'd worry about whether or not he was enough for you, about whether you'd be happier with someone else. but the other part was so, so rewarding. he's pretty sure he'd kill people just to keep you happy, and he thinks he must have been a saint in his past life to deserve you in this one.

"sugu?" it's your voice that once again pulls him from his trance. you're holding out a mug of hot chocolate, steam rising from the cup. whispering his thanks he takes it and, bringing the mug to his lips for a sip, suguru's reminded of just how much you mean to him.

you snuggle into his side, careful not to spill your own drink. to your relief, suguru seems slightly better.

"i love you," suguru says, so quietly that you almost miss it. "i love you so, so much."

you falter slightly, not expecting this sudden confession. nonetheless, you grin, pressing a kiss to his sharp jawline. you know that he loves you, of course.

"i love you too," you soothe, pretty lips turning up into a wide smile that makes his heart do flips, "you wanna talk about it?"

suguru's eyes crinkle at the corners in a way that you know by heart, and he looks at you with the softest look you'd ever seen.

"yeah, please."

suguru may be far from perfect and he may struggle with his emotions sometimes, but he had you. you'd be there for the rest of his life. he knows that for certain.

BONUS:

when suguru later checks his phone, he realizes it isn't just you who's there for him. it's a couple others too.

99+ messages from satoru (derogatory):

sugururuuruur

u okay?

u looked a bit off today

i'm here if u need me !!

...

35+ messages from shoko !!:

geto u looked like actual shit today

come talk to me if ur feeling bad

i'm worried

wait ur probs at y/n's place forget this

...

[imlosingmyfuckingmindgirl]

past week, jan 8.

well well, it is 2314 at night as im writing this, my one roomie is talking to someone and other roomie is out talking to his friend but was supposed to get me water. fuck him. i seriously love frank ocean. im bout to cry my ass out on white ferrari. first lemme hit nights. past week was FUCKING EXHAUSTING. it was all midsems, every night study while not retaining anything in the morning. sometimes i was completely blacked out on the papers. man i hated this week so much. i think i will score very very poor in this midsem. i dont know how will i face my parents when i tell them my score. im scared, on the big god. im scared as fuck. apart from proff comms, i dont think i will score a decent score on any paper. it was so bad. let's see what happens on 11th as i get fucked from others' reaction. fuck this exam season. apart from that, my parents went to my sister's place to take care of her while she is developing her twins (manifesting is strong here vro). it caught me offguard that they went home, it was so unexpected. but its okay, they are together. she needs them, more than me. and you know i always let go only to find out later that i dont. white ferrari, good times. i don't wanna do this anymore, i think im fucking depressed. i would have not forgiven myself if lexa killed herself that new year's eve night. she told me that she was going to do it. but could not. i dont know if i can save her but i will try my best. i care for her, i fucking do. i fucking care for her as if she were my girl. even though i exist for her only in her mind. she told my she has this college debt and she could not pay it back and how she is a dissapointment and all that negative manifestation. i freed her from all that, all i could. i just dont want her to go out like that. she has been thru it all. i know. she is very brave and i will let her know it. i wont let her die. my backside pains so much as i am typing this. our whole hostel is victimized by covid, i think. everyone is falling sick. gods grace im okay till now. please let me be okay, god. im outchere, drinking mojitos and cokes and shit while these guys are suffering. god i spent reckless today. my fucking tire burst. spend 630 on that. ate some good shit for dinner 175 for that. i been spending like racks. i am guilting myself over it. and i have no remorse. guilt is overrated anyway. i dont know why, i just feel sad. like bruh lemme be happy one night. i just feel like all my family problems are caused by me. i dont feel my emotions unless and until i write them down. now its hitting me. just saw a reel stating that her mom is in depression and it shows her pampering her mother like her own child. just pictured it with my own mom crying and now i cannot sleep. somenights i just wanna cry my eyes out. like soak this pillow wet. If you think about it, it'll be over in no time And that's life. im tired of moving, im tired of aching. i dont wanna do this anymore, i just wanna cry until i die. nicoles new album just came out and i vibed to that while the full moon was out. it was fucking beautiful. i pictured death and its beautiful. i love her. and i dont love people. i love you mom, and dad and my sister. but sorry if i lose some battles. i hope i make it out. peace, tommorow is my music audition plus my physics lab, wish me luck. peace to every crease. -alister.

[curekibouka-writing]

I hate angst, I told myself multiple times. I hate angst, I said as I saw what you prefer to write. I hate angst, my dumb ass claims as I decide to send a request.

...Make me cry.

So I love the twin eels from Twisted Wonderland. (Mostly Floyd.) And you know what breaks my heart most of all? Them getting bored of SO or something always hurts.

Let's make it crueller! Can I get some headcanons of the tweels being amused by reader and their crush on them that they tease the reader and gave the reader hopes till the reader got boring and tosses them aside completely?

Jade Leech: 

Jade always seems fascinated when you spend time with him. He’s a wonderful listener, pouring warm tea as he sits and listens to you telling him about your everyday life.

He is interested in even some of the most obscure details. If you tell him about a dish he had never tried before, he would urge you to describe the flavours or ask for the recipe, and recreate it for you and himself to sample next time. If you encountered an interesting animal or plant (especially mushrooms), he would ask if you have photos or videos, and laugh at their peculiarity along with you.

You feel like you’re special when you’re with him, as if your experiences are stories worth listening to. And who could blame you for thinking this way?

Jade is courteous enough to refrain from making it too obvious that he is losing interest, you would just so happen to find him pre-occupied with other activities. Want to show him this trending Magicam post? Oops, he was just heading to the Botanical Garden to water his plants. Want to tell him about this funny picture you just took? Oh no, he must go find Floyd for the next shift.

If you confronts him about it, he would politely assure that he was not avoiding you at all. “I always welcome you to entertain me, (y/n)-san. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to be squandered on this at the moment.”

You were not special to him, you’ll take the hint soon enough. He was intrigued by your experiences perhaps, but not by you. A normal person leading a normal life can never have enough stories to quench his insatiable hunger. Why should he stick around to hear the same tale again?

Floyd Leech:

Everyone who knows Floyd knows of his whims, and you are no exception. You’ve always, always feared that one day he would snap his head to something else and leave you behind as swiftly as sea foams disappear from the shore.

“Not gonna happen!!” he would exclaim and tackle you in a hug during the moments you feel particularly anxious. Then he’d tug you under one arm and whisk you off somewhere to play. The venue varies, it could be NRC’s courtyard or an empty lecture hall or his erratically flying broom, because he insists that he can always make it fun if you’re with him.

But you know best how easily Floyd changes his mind, so what made you think he’d keep promises?

Today it’s “Oooh there’s Kingyo-chan!! Lemme go sneak up on him!” The next day it’s “Umihebi-kun, teach me those dance moves!!” After that it’s “Saba-chan, I want my Magic Wheel riiiiiide~” Every day, he hops around and pester everyone he could pester.

So you wait. You wait for him to pick you. You’d always be more than happy to entertain him, unlike everyone else who’d be troubled. “Come on, you can play with me, alright? Stop bugging everyone.” You just need him to give you a chance—

“Ehh I don’t wanna~” he whined, flinging your hand away, and the words that you have always feared come flying at your face, “You’re boring.”

He says all you ever feel with him is joy, you never reprimand him like Riddle would, or sigh exasperatedly like Jamil would, or be intimidated by him like everyone else would. He’s sick of seeing the same happy face all the time.

For once, your face is drenched in dread. Alas, Floyd has already turned away.

[koulakoukoula2003]

Hi! I loved your Missing You series. Are you still doing a part 5?

Oh my gawd, can't believe I FORGOT ABOUT THAT DFSNBJJF

Sorry anon, here you go! Final part of the Missing You Series!

Missing You: Pt. 5 (Levi x Reader)

Pairing: Levi x Y/n, Levi x You, Levi x OC. Levi x Reader. Hange Zoe x Moblit Berner Genre: Plot, Angst, Drama Trigger Warnings: Mentiong of Human Experimentation/Torture, Canon-Typical Violence Summary: After being brainwashed and experimented on and turned into Marley's best soldier, Levi, your husband, and his squad finally find you and bring you back home.

Lemme add, that you're a part of a huge noble family of brilliant scientists that was once created by Ymir the Founder, but now your family is independent and living in Marley.

Infuriated, Levi single-handedly destroys the entire researching facility they have been keeping you in, killing everyone in it.

Nobody dares hurt you this much and not pay for it with their lives. Word Count: 4,223 A/N: This mini-series is an arc from my original Levi x OC slow burn fanfic that you can read here. If you want to know Y/n's healing process (cuz it's uwu) you can start from here. This is an AU where Erwin and Moblit have survived the Battle of Shiganshina.

Part 1 >>> Part 2 >>> Part 3 >>> Part 4 >>> Part 5

The sound of metal landing on a cold marbled floor resounded within the HQ. His fingers were too tired to hold onto his swords. He reached for the straps of his ODM. He unbuckled them with measured, skilful moves and the ODM dropped on the floor as well. Levi soon joined. An arm was tight around a wound on his belly. He had more wounds than that, but they were minor. The largest one was the one he was clutching onto right now. He knew he had to make his way to the infirmary, but he didn’t have the energy for that.

He returned the night of the next day. He had no idea what happened with Y/n. He had no idea whether she was still there, locked in her room and being treated by Hange, Moblit and the other scientists and Doctors of the Survey Corps HQ. He just knew he had killed them all. Their blood lingered on his clothes. On his pitch-black shirt and pants. It lingered on his hands, his fingertips, his face. He was bleeding. Fragments of bombs and explosions had pierced the skin of his belly where he was clutching onto right now.

But he had put an end in this. He did it on his own, and he had barely made it out alive. But he had put an end in this. Marley no longer had its precious Researching Facility. And those brilliant scientists, and the head of the researchers Dr. Malcolm L/n was slain on the spot. All guards and staff and scientists of the facility were slain by his own hands. He had seen those cells. Those test subjects that begged to be slain and have their miserable lives ended. He had even caught sight of two cribs, laying there abandoned. Those people were experimenting on infants? Disgusting. It was funny to see that that particular building had the feature to self-destruct if discovered by someone so that whatever they had discovered wouldn’t fall to enemy hands.

Levi didn’t give a single fuck about whatever the hell they had come up with their precious little sick experiments. He burned down the entire place and no one would ever know how it had happened. Marley no longer had its precious Enhanced soldiers. He had slaughtered them all. He had only saved one thing from that place. It was a black leathered folder with a picture of her on the first page within. He had fumbled through its contents briefly. It was indeed everything that bastard -her uncle- had done to her.

Levi was planning to give this to Hange to help her how to figure out to bring her back. But he had lost way too much blood. Levi landed down on the floor. He pulled out that folder and placed it on the floor beside him. He coloured the white marble floor with his blood as his cheek pressed down on it and he finally allowed the exhaustion to wash over him. Levi sighed heavily and his eyes fluttered closed. He wasn’t going to die. He just knew it. He just needed rest. He just needed his wounds to be tended to. But he couldn’t reach the infirmary at this state. He had barely made it back to the HQ all the way from Marley.

“Captain!”

That was Sasha’s voice. Thank God, that girl would sneak out in 3 fucking am to head for the kitchen and stuff her face with whatever she could find. She rushed towards him.

“You’ve been missing for a day, sir! We were so worried!” Sasha leaned down and she grabbed his arm. Levi grunted as he urged himself to stand on his feet with Sasha’s help. She settled his arm around her shoulders and she started dragging him towards the infirmary.

“Take this folder… with us,” Levi said. He struggled slightly, but he could handle it. Sasha leaned down and picked the leather black folder before she continued dragging him with her.

“What happened?! Where have you been?! SIR, YOU’RE BLEEDING!” Sasha cried out worriedly as she too struggled to drag her heavy Captain with her.

“Tch… I’m aware of that, brat. I’ll answer your questions later,” Levi gritted his teeth and hissed in pain. “Is Hange awake?”

“Knowing her, she definitely is, sir!”

And she was. Both Hange and Moblit were in the lab when Sasha rushed in and slammed the door open. Sasha was in her gown which meant she was supposed to be asleep. It was 3 am. The two of them weren’t planning to fall asleep. They had much research to do on Y/n’s blood samples and just one day wasn’t enough. Everybody had noticed Levi missing. Erwin had sent a squad out to look for him, but they had come empty-handed. Erwin had a feeling he knew where his friend had disappeared to for an entire day. He wouldn’t blame him.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!”

“Hange, sweetheart, please calm down, we need to stop the bleeding-”

“SHUT UP, MOBBY!” Hange grabbed Levi by the shirt. The poor man was lying down on the rough surface of the lab counter, and Moblit was pulling out the fragments from Levi’s stomach. Levi was too focused on the pain to care about Hange’s lecture. “Do you have the slightest idea of what you have done?! If Marley finds out Eldians attacked a top secret Marleyan Military Base, we’re screwed!”

“He was just one person, and whoever saw him is most probably dead by now,” Moblit tried to reason. “Besides, that base was a top secret one due to the human experimentation conducted into it. No one would’ve known about its existence unless for the higher ups so there’s no way word will go out,”

Hange sighed heavily as she let Levi back down in place and she grabbed the syringe with the Resurrection Serum – an idea of hers, still experimental but working great till now – injecting Levi on a spot nearby his elbow. The liquid passed through the entirety of his body, closing all wounds, and replacing all tissue. Sasha let out a large sigh of relief and her shoulders relaxed. Her Captain was going to be alright.

“Where is she?” Levi asked. He grunted as he tried to stand up but both Hange’s and Moblit’s hands found his shoulders ready to push him back down on the counter. “Is she still in her room? I need to see her-”

“We took her to her family,” Hange said and Levi’s eyes widened.

“What?!” He growled and he was the one tugging Hange by the shirt. “Her uncle was the one who conducted those experiments on her!”

“Dr. Malcom L/n was a rogue,” Hange grabbed Levi’s arms tugging them off her shirt. “The Marleyan Military offered them money and he was the only L/n who was willing to work for them,” Hange took the black leather folder that Levi had brought from that base, and she started fumbling through the pages. “Or at least that’s what intel tells us, and we’ve no reason not to believe it since Erwin’s been working with the L/n(s) quite closely,”

“Any clues on Eren’s whereabouts?” Levi asked as he allowed himself to lie back down on the counter.

“No. Nothing yet,” Moblit sighed heavily. “Good thing the Commander doesn’t need the Founder to put an end to this conflict-”

“AAH DAMMIT!”

“What is it, Section Commander?!” Sasha rushed to her side, peeking on the folder that Hange had spread on the other lab counter.

Hange shut the folder and she turned at the other three who were staring at her with surprise. “We need to get this damn folder to the damn Burgesses RIGHT NOW!”

~~~~

They wouldn’t have been able to bring her back if Levi hadn’t obtained that folder. They needed to know exactly what kind of chemicals they had stabbed into her body, and they needed to know exactly what they had done to her. And it was all written there, on the folder with that repulsive ‘Subject #7305’ writing on the front, and a photograph of her on the first page.

Hange and Moblit had helped that large family of scientists all they could but they were mostly learning than actually helping. They learned so many new things. It was still exciting nonetheless.

It took days. Almost a week. Levi visited the L/n Estate every single day to ask about the progress that they were making, and here he was now heading there once more. It was the tenth day, and his brats had agreed to come with him. Even Armin refused a meeting with Erwin and all other Commanding Officers and he set off with his Captain and his friends to see her. They said that it’d take ten days to regain her memories. It’d take ten days for her to regain back her normal eye colour, her hair colour, the natural nails. They said that there were some things that they wouldn’t be able to change about her like her unnatural strength, but… it’d be her.

He was going to see her today. His sweet Y/n. After three whole years. Levi had no idea how to thank those people. Well, it was a relative who made her a devil, but it would still be a relative who was going to bring his little angel back.

Levi reached the L/n Estate before his brats did. Hange and Moblit were already there, and they seemed excited as they led him to her room. Hange and Moblit kept talking to Levi excitedly about how they had managed to bring back her memories. It was something about stimulating certain neurons in the brain with absolutely harmless procedures and Levi just hummed and nodded because he had no idea what they were talking about.

Being in the L/n Estate always felt like he didn’t belong there. All the people there were just so genius and brilliant and their titles greatly surpassed his own, so it always felt uncomfortable being there. Levi always felt like an utter idiot around those people, his wife’s family. But he had a feeling, these people made everyone feel like this when being around them. Y/n had that thing into her too. She just always clouded over everyone and everything with her intelligence.

“…I tried to cut off her hair. Not sure if I did a good job, but honestly, long and (h/c) doesn’t suit her, we can all agree on that…” Hange continued her long monologue until they reached in front of the door. “Alright, we’ll leave you two alone,” Hange snickered as they walked in her room. Y/n was right there, lying down on what looked like a hospital bed. Countless of beeping machines were all around her that Levi had never seen before. They were probably the technology that the world hadn’t yet set eyes upon. The technology that her family had discovered and kept hidden.

“It’s best if she sees you when she wakes up,” Moblit said.

Levi nodded as he watched the couple exit the room, but he stopped them halfway the door. These two had looked for her, and helped bring her back, and put lots of effort into finding her. Not just that. They were there for him in all the three hellish years. Hange and Moblit had treated Y/n like their own little sister, and Levi would forever be grateful. He realised, he hadn’t thanked them at all those last three years.

“Oi, Hange, Moblit,” He drew their attention and the couple turned and looked at him. “Thank you… both,”

A small smile spread on Moblit’s lips and Hange’s smile almost reached her ears. “That’s what friends are for, am I right?” Hange grinned and Levi found himself smiling wider than he had ever smiled those past three years.

“Right,”

The couple left the room and closed the door behind. Levi turned and looked at her and he just found his eyes widening. It was really her. It was really his Y/n. Her nails, short, and circular and normal. Her hair, short and (h/c) and messy as they had always been. She was in a white baggy gown with sleeves that reached her elbows and the white blankets kept her warm. Oh God- it was really her. His gorgeous little angel dressed and covered in white. She had regained some of her colour. She wasn’t as pale as she had previously been. The bruises on her arms had disappeared. The cuts and scars had started to fade.

Levi approached her, helplessly. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to lie beside her and pull her in his arms. He wanted to feel her fingers gently caressing his scalp. He wanted to hear her sweet giggle. Her laughter. Her lips on his own. Her taste, not being masked by nicotine. He had stopped drinking. It took him some time to get used to life without alcohol, but he didn’t have any reasons to drink anymore. She was there, and his mind could finally know peace without alcohol.

Levi sat down on that chair, settled beside her. His arm reached for her own. It was lying on top of her bedsheets. Her hand was warm, and her fingers were soft. He took them in his own. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on the back of her hand. He waited for her. He’d wait forever for her. He’d wait for a thousand lifetimes and a thousand more.

He closed his eyes and he sighed in utter relief. A small smile spread on his lips as he held her hand, and his heart skipped a beat when her fingers finally gave his own a gentle squeeze.

“Levi?”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice, and he looked up at her. He met those eyes. Those bright blue eyes that he had so helplessly fallen in love with. And he stared at her, and he recognised the pain in her eyes, and it worried him. She inhaled sharply.

She shut her eyes and pressed her head back on her pillow. Her fingers clenched painfully tight around his own as if she wanted to make sure he’d stay there. As if he was going to disappear any moment. “No… you’re not here… you’re just in my head… you can’t be here-”

“I’m here,” Levi stood up from his chair and lied beside her on the bed almost hastily. His hand found her face. His thumb found her cheek and she shuddered. “I’m right here,”

She kept her eyes closed, as if she knew that when she’d open them, he’d be gone. But a firm arm slipped around her and urged her body to face his own. His thumb ran gently across her cheek and his eyes sought for her own. She still had her eyes closed, keeping the tears back. He pressed his forehead against her own.

“Y/n…” He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “…open your eyes, my sweet. I’m not going anywhere,”

She kept her eyes shut for a few more seconds. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be happening. It had been three years. She had spent every single night imagining him there, beside her like this with his thumb on her cheek and his forehead against her own. And every single time, she’d open her eyes and he wasn’t there. She didn’t want this time to end up like all the rest. She didn’t want to open her eyes and find that he was missing. And find that it was all just her imagination. That it was all just a little dream that never happened.

She sucked in a deep breath and she finally opened her eyes and her tears were finally released to roll down her cheeks, countless and warm and salty. But he was there. Unlike any other time, he was there. He was right there, and his own eyes shined with tears. His arm was indeed around her. His other arm was indeed cupping her cheek. Those silver eyes that she had so much missed were staring back at her own with that adoration that she had always made sure to commit to memory.

There was a little bit of sorrow in those eyes too. A little bit of relief as well. A little bit of gratitude that his Y/n was there, finally in his arms after three years of looking for her. Three years of crushing onto the walls of his office and pulling his hair out. Three years of passing out -in a drunken haze that he despised- from the exhaustion onto the floor or his desk, but never once on his bed because she wasn’t there and a peaceful sleep was never one to come to him. No. A peaceful mind was never one he could have, because he’d spent his nights, contemplating on whether his beloved Nathalie was alive. He’d spent hours stare at her precious books, her ring, that he was going to push up her finger once more any moment now.

She wept. “You’re… you’re…” Her hand reached for his face. Her fingers shook as she hesitated to cup his cheek. She was still afraid that he was going to disappear. She was terrified that this was all just some helpless, hopeless dream that her mind had come up with to help her cope with the hell that she was trapped in.

Levi leaned closer, bringing his face to her hand and she only wept just a little more. Her cold fingers shakily traced on his cheek as she finally touched him and tried to believe what was happening. He really wasthere. He really was holding her. He wasn’t going to disappear. He took her hand in his own and supported it on his cheek. Her thumb brushed away that silent tear that rolled down his own cheek and a giggle erupted from her throat when he turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand.

His lips were dry, but soft and warm. His fingers were warm around her own. “I’m here, my Y/n, my love, my sweet,” He pressed his forehead against her own, and wiped her tears with his rough thumb. “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” It felt like he had to repeat it. He had to let her now that he was there now, and that she was safe because of that.

Her arms slipped around him right away and she buried her face in his neck. Finally. Finally, she was holding onto something and she didn’t have to imagine that something to be him, because it really was him. Her husband was there. Her beloved was there. He was alive. He hadn’t died in some battlefield. He hadn’t submitted to death because of her. He was holding her. Levi held her tight. Fingers found her hair and tangled into them and he buried his face there, wetting her (h/c) hair with his own tears whilst she wetted his shirt. She clutched onto him so tight. She wept and cried against his chest, creating a damp mess on his shirt and she shut her eyes.

It was over. Her nightmare was over. He had her. He had found her. He had saved her. He had brought her back from the depths of hell where she resided in for all these months. She felt that safety, and this reassurance, and that comfort that his arms around her always brought her. She was never going to be tied down again. No one was going to use her body whilst she’d beg them not to. She was never going to be experimented on or sent to fight wars she barely knew whether she’d come back from. She was never going to dive right into her suicide attempts. She was never going to wish she had died, because now he had her, and he was there and he was holding her so tight.

She had lost her all. Her pride, her dignity, herself, her humanity. She had been nothing but a monstrous little creature created for war and nothing more. It was all just a defence mechanism. She wouldn’t have survived if she hadn’t become as inhumane and as ruthless as them. She’d kill and torture simply for the hell of it because it was exactly what they wanted her to do. If she didn’t do what they wanted her to do, they’d drag her back into those labs, and she’d go through that hellall over again.

“I’ve been in hell, Levi… I’ve been in hell,” Her body shook in his arms. Her voice cracked as she wept and clutched onto him just a little tighter. She buried her face in his neck just a little deeper, and drew in his familiar scent and she sighed shakily. It soothed her.

“I know, baby, I know, I’m so sorry,” He breathed shakily against her hair as he shut his eyes. Regretful tears ran down his cheeks. “It took me so fucking long to find you, I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry…” Levi repeated it. He repeated it several other times trying to find a number of times that would make it sound enough. But whatever he’d say, and no matter how many times he was going to apologise, an apology wasn’t enough.

“No…” She cut him. “…it wasn’t your fault-”

“It was…” Levi pulled back and he cupped her face and he wiped her tears right away. “…I failed to protect you…”

His thumb ran across her cheek and he looked at those bright blue shiny eyes. He smoothed her hair away from her face. She was so precious to him, and they had tried to destroy everything precious about her. It didn’t matter now. He had killed them all. He had slaughtered them all like animals, because the only man who had claimed her and should be alive was him and him alone.

“…it won’t ever happen again. I won’t let you out of my sight ever again,”

“Yes, yes, please, don’t you ever,” She sniffled. She buried her nose in his cheek and she shut her eyes, trying to believe that she was finally there, with her beloved. She didn’t care how possessive he was going to be now. She didn’t care how much of her freedom he was going to steal this time. Her fingers found his hair and he shuddered as they delicately brushed beneath his undercut. “I just want to be near you. I just need you withme,” That’s all that she wanted now. Nothing else.

“You will be near me for now and always, ya hear me?” He kissed her tears away. His lips found her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her cheekbones, her chin. She melted with every single kiss. “I love you so much. I thought I had lost you. I thought I had lost my precious little girl whom I have loved so much,”

She cupped his face pulling him back slightly. Their eyes met once more. “Kiss me, Levi…” His heart fluttered. She looked down on his pale brown lips that she hadn’t tasted at all for so long. “…kiss me,”

She didn’t have to say a word further. He launched right in. He caught those perfect pink lips in his own that were no longer cold and pale. And her taste was right there, as exquisite as it had always been. There was no smell of smoke and nicotine. There was nothing. Just her. It was exactly as he wanted it. His Y/n was back. His Y/n was right there in his arms, melting in their kiss just like she had always done. Her tongue submitted to him, just like it always did. Beautiful.

He tried to kiss her softly, but he failed. He couldn’t help it. He had missed her so much. He could taste the salty tears on her lips, they merged with her sweet taste and it was intoxicating. He was never going to leave her side ever again. No one was going to touch her ever again. He wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t allow a single scratch on her perfect white skin. He didn’t prolong the kiss though. He didn’t know to what extent she could handle being touched by a man after everything she’d been through.

Levi pulled back and she buried her face in his neck. He held her tight as she wept and cried out those terrors for just a little longer. “It’s over now. I’ve got you, my darling, my sweet, my baby,” He mumbled against her hair as he pressed kisses on top of the messy brown locks.

“Don’t ever leave me… don’t ever leave me… Levi, please, don’t you dare-”

“Never,” He promised her as he kissed her temples, her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. His fingers clenched in her hair as he brought her closer to him. “Never, never, never…”

She sighed in relief and revelled in his warmth. In that comfort, that safety that she had so much missed. She hadn’t realised how terrified she had been every single day for those three years. She hadn’t realised how frightened she was until now, that he held her, and reminded her just how being safe really felt like. Y/n sighed again and her tears finally dried off.