#her other idea is to put it in my room even tho i barely have space for my bed and wardrobe let alone a whole nother wardrobe

[yoohyeon]

THEY ARE DONE I’M FREE !!!

[fandomitor]

it seems that my mother doesn’t understand basic math (geometry? but 3d) that you can’t fit a rectangle into a smaller square (even if it’s attached to a longer rectangle (stairs) if you can’t get it past the doorway)

[gloomyluvr]

GOODNIGHT N GO

in which miles unexpectedly sleeps over

fem!reader x e-42! miles morales

fluff / kinda angst??

warnings!: none

a/n: hiii ! i promised a post. and even tho it's a week or two late, it's here!! i loved this one btw. heavily inspired by ari's song. it's one of my faves. this took me forever cuz i had so many ideas and versions of it and i couldnt decide which route i wanted to go with it. idk hope y'all like it ig. oh and miles is ooc cuz like... idk how he is.

masterlist

“im sorry for coming over last minute.” it was almost midnight when miles had called you asking for a place to stay the night. you were the only person he knew who lived around this unfamiliar area. 

“no, it’s alright. don’t worry.” you looked down at the floor, avoiding miles’ gaze. admittedly, you were nervous. it was your first time seeing miles after your breakup. which didn’t go all too well, but it’s in the past now. 

“if you’re not comfortable with me staying here, i get it. i’ll find some other place.” miles had noticed your uneasy manner. 

“no! it’s fine! it’s late and i don’t want you out there by yourself” you finally looked up at him, “what are you doing here anyways?” 

“oh uhm, there’s this like robotics competition around here, good prize money y’know?” miles hesitated. 

you knew miles better than anyone, you know when he’s lying. he’s making it so painfully obvious that he’s lying. he was probably here for prowler business. but, it wasn’t your place to worry anymore.

“oh, sounds fun.” 

“your mom won't mind?”

“what?”

“your mom wont mind that i'm staying the night?”

“oh uhm, probably not. she’s at her boyfriends house so…” you shrugged

“oh.” 

 miles stood stiffly in front of you waiting for anything to happen. and you stood, well, also stiffly looking around your living room. god, this was so fucking awkward.

“um well, you can set your bag in my room and i’ll get you some old clothes of yours that i… still have.” you admitted, very very embarrassingly. miles slightly smiled, amused by your behavior. 

you led the way to your room, and miles trailed behind you. as he was walking, he looked around the apartment he once knew so well. he took notice of anything new, whether it was recent photos in frames or decorations your mother put up to match the season. 

once in your room, miles gently set his bag next to your bed. he observed you as you got clothes from your drawer. you were dressed in some graphic tee and christmas pajama pants. which miles so happened to have an exact pair of (maybe because you insisted on matching for the holidays and well, who was miles to deny you?)

“here you go.”

“thanks.” miles took the clothes from your hands and walked to the bathroom.

you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in. why were you so nervous? a couple months ago you guys could act freely around each other and now you guys can barely even make eye contact. there was no denying that you missed miles. you missed the calls that would last for hours. you missed laying together in bed. you missed his laugh. you missed everything and anything about miles. 

you weren’t expecting his call at all. he was the one who decided on no contact after all. and if you were being honest you were mad that he had the balls to ask to spend the night after not talking to you for months. but you didn’t have it in you to say no to miles. 

when miles came back, you were lying on a makeshift bed on the floor scrolling through your phone. it couldn’t have been comfortable. 

“you’re not sleeping on that.” miles immediately advised you. you looked up from your phone with a grin. 

“oh i know. you’re sleeping that.” you got up from the floor and climbed on top of your bed. miles watched your antics with a hand on his hips. you looked at him and he rolled his eyes. 

“well at least i was tryna be a gentleman.” he huffed as he laid down on the floor. you rolled over to the edge of your bed to look at miles who was getting comfy on the floor (which was surprisingly comfortable.)

you wanted him to say something. anything. ask how you’ve been, what you’ve been up to. you wanted to talk to him, tell him the latest drama from your school. anything that would break this god-awful silence. but, nothing ever came. it was late, and if he wasn’t gonna try anything, neither were you. 

you looked at miles’ face, admiring your favorite features of his. he quickly took notice and looked back at you. miles smiled nervously, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his cheeks turned red because of your gaze. fortunately for him, you were as giddy as him, if not more. your cheeks also blushed up and you just couldn’t handle it.

“stop looking at me like that!” you cried before hiding your face in your covers.

“what! ¿qué hice?” miles chuckled, throwing his hands in the air in defense. 

“you know what you did!” you insisted with your face still buried in your covers.

“ ‘m sorry i can’t help it.” he whispered. you shifted to your lay on your side, facing miles.

“miles you can’t say that.” you whispered back. 

“why not?”

“miles…” 

“i know, i’m sorry.” miles mumbled. 

and once again, silence filled the room. you could hear miles’ soft breaths and you were sure he could hear yours.

“k pues, goodnight.” 

“goodnight, y/n/n.” 

15 or so minutes had passed and you still couldn’t sleep. you were tossing and turning on your bed. why couldn’t you sleep? is it because it’s so cold even though it’s august? or was it the fact that your ex was sleeping on your bedroom floor? probably the first one. you shivered, trying to find some warmth within your blankets. why was it so fucking cold? you sigh, there was only one way you were gonna be able to sleep tonight. 

“miles?” 

“hm?”

“you awake?”

“yeah, can’t sleep. why?” miles waited for a response but all he heard was shuffling. then, he saw you standing over him with your pillow and an extra blanket.

“can i sleep with you?” miles nearly jumped at the offer. how could he ever reject you? 

“yeah of course.” miles made space for you on the ground and you quickly set your pillow down next to his. you got under the same covers as him with the extra you brought being quickly discarded. 

it wasn’t until you were fully settled in that you realized your position. your face was merely inches away from miles’. though it didn’t bother you like you thought it would and miles didn’t seem bothered either. in habit, you rested one of your legs over miles’. instinctively miles wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer to him. you brought your hand up to caress miles’ cheek. you closed your eyes as miles rubbed circles on your waist with his thumb.

you missed this. so did miles. but as long as he was the prowler, he couldn’t be with you. despite how much he wanted to. 

[mistymisfit]

So long, Marianne I

Summary: Reader is a spy working undercover in Gotham when she meets Jason Todd, who despite her better judgement she forms a very close friendship with. This story follows their escape from Arkham asylum, their fall out and the times they run into each other as they get older.

Relationship: AK!Jason x Meta!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence (I'm serious, tho- in canon it's also pretty violent), angst, hurt/no comfort (for now), this series is just my excuse to write angst lol.

A/N: *CIPA means Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis aka people who are unable to feel pain. see the end for more notes :)

Word Count: 4,2K

Read on AO3

Part 2- Masterlist

He repeats his question one more time before kicking your stomach again, "Who are you?". He's been asking the same thing for the past... month? Time gets blurry when you're kidnapped. Fuck, undercover work sucked no matter who you did it for. Whether it was your actual boss or the big bad bat himself, they should all make it up for making you endure this--make it up by dying, you thought. God, whose stupid idea was it again? Letting yourself be kidnapped by the Joker so they could track his lair and see if he had any connections to your current case, ah yes... your boss. Not even Batman would ask you to do that, at least the man had some moral code he hung onto, maybe a little too tight. You've earned an early retirement after this assignment, almost two years living in Gotham, out of everywhere. But what neither you or your boss expected was that he'd know your "secret identity" was fake, that he would torture and kill the agents who worked with you and pretended to be your family--or that they'd sell you out. You whisper, they were not even words just an unintelligible sound. He lowers down, putting his ear close to your mouth to be able to listen better and asks you to repeat yourself. You bite him, as hard as you can and draw blood, lots of it which you spit out with a smirk.

"Fuck you" You taunt and he just laughs, holding his wounded ear. The laughing is excessive, it reverberates around the entire room and you brace for the next impact. But it never comes.

"I think it's time you met a friend we have in common" His smile makes dread set in on you, who? By his standards it could be anyone, from someone you actually knew to someone you've never met but was there to pick up on his dirty work as he went to do other things. He pushes you with his feet until you lay on your stomach and begins to cover your hands, you count the layers. First some kind of cloth, then plastic wrap, then aluminum foil, then a bag to hold it all together. Right, you let everyone believe your healing abilities could only work with your hands.

He drags you up, grabbing one of your arms as he walked you to a different room. The side of his head still bled, and you watched the blood fall down and how it got no reaction from him. He must be used to pain or there must be something wrong with his pain nerves. Maybe not enough to be CIPA* because you have seen him wince and experience pain before. Your feet fail you, you can barely take steps due to how weak you are. Every bite of food you've been forced to take ended up being spat or thrown up moments later. You can feel how chapped your lips are, how tangled your hair is, how deep the bags under your eyes must be, the way your arms hurt from being tied behind your back for too long, how much you must look like shit. He opens a door to a mostly dark room, you can only make out a figure sitting on a chair under the singular light in the entire room. He--yeah, it's a guy definitely, you think--he's got his head low, his posture isn't close to being okay and upon further inspection you realize he's tied to the chair. He's pushing to walk in his direction, and you recognize that hair, even though less dirty, and that side profile way less hurt. You knew that person, you knew him maybe a little too much for your mission.

Jason Todd was once your friend, possibly the only friend your age you've ever had. You met him when he was Robin, being instructed that working with Batman may end up being beneficial at the end of the line you were told not to antagonize him. Even helped him every once in a while to get at least his respect. The first time you ever talked to Jason-- or rather Robin at the time, was when he sprained an ankle one night. You were there, trying to gain info on an illegal arms shipment that was arriving that night "We just have to know who bought it" they told you. You weren't there to stop them, you barely were allowed to actually stop bad things from happening and sometimes you envied that in them. They were their own person, they could have lives, make their own decisions, have agency of their own. Instead you, poor you, you had nothing but your work, no family you knew of, no goals of your own, nowhere to go if you wanted to quit. You healed him, at least that you could do. Maybe word would get out of a new vigilante with "unspecified healing abilities", they didn't have to know you actually manipulated time and just turned time back to a moment they weren't hurt. And from that moment on, unknown to you, he had a crush on you.

He started following you around. It's not stalking he'd justify it, he was just investigating. Making sure whose side you were on because after all you were on the harbor the day he stopped some local gangs from getting their hands on bigger guns. But he found no more than your cover story, neither he or Batman could leave a secret identity be secret. He believed your cover story, no one had any reason to question it. You were just Marianne, a simple girl. A simple girl with superpowers who healed his ankle. Later, when you became closer, sitting next to each other on the rooftop of a building looking down on the city lights, and the traffic that still moved late at night, you explained to him that your powers came from a freak accident in a lab when you were a kid. That much was true, most of the things you told him were true. At the time you felt he was someone who understood you, and he felt the same. And that's how the both of you started developing feelings for each other. It was more than just a crush and the need to have the other closer kept getting stronger. You kept reminding yourself that you couldn't, that you were being so unfair to him, keeping him in the dark about who you really were, if he knew the truth he would never have trusted you. So when you were told he died, how Batman was so sure of it, you regretted everything. You were so decided on telling him the night he disappeared, why didn't you do it before? You've been living with that ever since, the regret, the guilt. And it only got worse when you found out he was dead, knowing he died not knowing your real name, he died believing your lies.

"No," you try to stop, not to get closer to his corpse. "what kind of trick is this?"

"Ah, come on- he's still your friend, isn't he?" You struggle, not letting him move you and putting your entire body weight into it, every strain of energy you had in trying to stop it. How sick is he? He kept his body all this time. Tears fell on your face just thinking about it. How much he suffered, how violent his last moments were, how he didn't get justice or a proper burial.

"You can't even respect the dead," You cry "I'm gonna rip your heart out of your chest with my bare hands, do you hear me? I'll make your death so violent even Batman will feel sick"

Your threats started falling out of your mouth faster than the logic in your brain could work, you shouldn't be saying those things. You couldn't be making empty promises like that, you knew you couldn't kill him. You would never be allowed to do it. He laughed, and laughed and pushed you to fall on your back right at the feet of your dead friend. You looked up, just a peak to see his face one last time but he didn't look decomposed, in fact he even had fresh blood on his face. You also saw his chest moving up and down very slowly, was he sleeping?

"Ah, how sweet of you" The man awes, pretending to be flustered by her death threats "but I didn't kill him"

He steps closer and slaps Jason's face, yelling "Wakey, wakey! You have a visit!"

You watch in shock at how he his eyes open so fast, how his head shoot up and the fear in his expression starts to settle in. He wore an orange jumpsuit, as if he was just an inmate more, his cheeks were stained with tears, there was dry blood on one of his nostrils and his lower lip had a cut. Not to mention the "J" scar on his face too.

"What did you do to him?" You ask, sitting up from where you were.

"We were just having fun together, right Jason?" He grabs his head from behind him to make him shake it, saying yes. "and you and I can have just as much fun, soon as you start telling the truth"

"Ma-Marianne?" His voice is rough and low, it was the first time you heard him scared.

"Yes," You crawl closer to him, and look up at him before resting your forehead in one of his legs to hide your face as you started to weep inconsolably "I'm so sorry, they said you were dead, that-"

There is a deadly silence filling the room , where you can only hear your ugly sobs. Jason doesn't respond and you didn't expect him to, but at least they let you cry in peace. Taking in the fact that he'd been alive all this time, thinking about what he's been put through as you mourned like an idiot when you should've kept looking for him. How you abandoned him, how everyone abandoned him. And that made you feel even worse than your initial thought of Joker not letting him rest after he died, because in that case there was nothing you could've done but now... You felt his leg move lightly and you looked up, maybe you were making him uncomfortable and this was his way of saying it. He mouthed a little "I love you" when he knew your captor wouldn't see it. Just then as you gave him a small nod and mouthed "I love you too" you saw he was crying too. Soon his tears fell on you, and he moved his shoulder and turned his head to wipe them off as he sniffed.

"Aww, isn't it romantic, Mr J?" Harley's voice sounds from behind you but you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him. You were getting out there tonight, fuck your cover, fuck your job, he was the only thing that mattered right now.

"Young love," He sighs, dreamy, as if he knew what he was talking about. Like he knew what love felt like at all in any way, shape or form. "We'll have a little menage a trois, It'll be fun dont cha' think?"

And soon enough you felt Harley's arms holding you down as he put a rag over your face and proceeded to throw water. Jason screamed, asking them to stop, that you had nothing to do with them. You coughed when they stopped, at least maybe your face was clean and free of the blood you bit from him earlier. You could handle getting waterboarded, you've been trained to endure all sorts of torture methods. What you couldn't handle was hearing and seeing him like that.

"Now, your little girlfriend hasn't been entirely honest with you"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I've already told you who I am" You insist, this time actually desperate.

"Ah- and who are these two then? Liars?" He shows him, not you, a picture of your fake parents dead. Then he shows it to you, of course Jason thought they were your parents, you gave him no reason to believe otherwise. "Cause you see, I thought you were just another annoying kid, getting in the way of my game with the bat- but you're much more than, you're too good"

Silence, you were trained better than this. They put the cloth on your face again, trying once more to get the truth out of you.

"Hey, maybe he knows" He switches up quickly, and takes a piece of broken wood to hold it over Jason "Come on tell me, who's her? And why is your old man protecting her?"

"Her name's Marianne, and he's protecting her because she's my friend"

"Ah-" He imitates a buzzer noise, like he was in some game show "Wrong answer" He hit him.

"Stop it!" You yell, as he repeatedly hit him. You struggle trying to break free from the woman holding you. Until you managed to hit her with my head somehow. You feel the pain in your scalp from her teeth hitting you too.

"This is useless mista' J," Harley spoke, doubt filled her voice. Maybe you were telling the truth, maybe you were just who you said you were and he was too lost to see it. "the girl's been saying the same for months, and her parents weren't even that convincing when they said they weren't her folks"

You watch them leave, him being visibly angry at her for questioning him. Only for him to come back moments later, almost bolting to Jason saying "I have a show to run outside, could you two behave and wait for me here?" Like you had much of a choice, then he said "And hold this for me, boy" before stabbing him. Of course he couldn't stop by without leaving him with an open wound of any sort. You rushed to him before the door was even closed, you removed the knife from the wound with your mouth, your hands still tied behind your back and wrapped up in multiple different layers in a failed attempt to stop you from using your power. Your eyes lit up as you healed him, his pained grunts eventually coming to a stop.

"I bet I look like shit right now" You joke, resting your cheek on his thigh once more. T rying to hide the fact that, despite the situation you were in, you were still a bit embarrassed that he saw you like that.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life" He confesses, not a single strain of joke or sarcasm in his statement and it makes you blush before you move to the back of his chair to untie him.

"You only say that because you want me to free you" You say before grabbing the rope with your teeth, taking longer to undo the knots than it would with your hands on your back and not being able to see what you were doing. If only they didn't think your powers worked from your hands.

"His ear, you did it?" He asked, getting a muffled sound of confirmation from you. "That's my girl"

The scoff in which he said it made you blush again, your cheeks were heating up tonight. He knew if anyone was ever getting him out it would be you, not Batman. His mentor probably started to look for a replacement as soon as he went off the grid. He knew you would never betray him, that's the only thing the Joker couldn't torture or manipulate out of him, the one thing he could hold on to. His kidnapper was wrong, he was never Batman's or his. He's always been yours, probably since you healed his ankle. The ropes around his arms loosen until he's free again, his muscles were sore but soon the adrenaline would kick in and rid him from all pain. He frees his legs in a hurry as you stand up in front of him, he stands up too again. The stretch felt good, moving on his own felt good, and seeing you again felt even better. You turned around, it was his turn to get rid of the ropes now. He grabbed the knife that you couldn't use and cut through your bindings. Still he couldn't help but think about the worried look on your face, what are you thinking about? How to get out? Him? Whatever it was, he took a moment and the second you turned to face him again he wrapped you in a hug. Feeling your warm body against him for the time in so long, you return the affection hugging him just as tightly. He feels relieved, finally a gentle hand lays on him, a hand that he knew could never hurt him.

"Jay, I-" You hesitate, hiding your face in his chest while trying to hide and get the courage to tell him at the same time "I have to tell you something"

"Can it wait until we get out?" You shake your head no, he had to know so you could break out from there. I mean, it was kinda hard to break out of Arkham without help.

"No, uhm, we need to call for help" You start "There's a chip on me, I need you to cut me and take it out"

"What? Help from who?"

"My agency" You admit in a whisper, and just as fast as you got him back you feel how you're loosing him a second time. He lets go of you, and you can feel the distance he's putting between you two more than any torture Joker put you through.

"Where is it?" He asks, his tone cold and detached. You try to hide how hurt you were, you should've expected it he had every reason to be mad.

"Here" You lift your shirt up and point to the place where the tracker was, on your lower stomach right above your hips, on your left side.

He nods, and you lay down on the floor so he can get to work. He touches you, only to get a feel of where it was and you try not to think that this will probably be the last time you feel him so close as you put your arm over your mouth to stop any noise that may come out of you. He cuts your skin, and you bite your arm and hope it's quick. With the end of the knife he swiftly pulls it out in between all the blood coming out of you. You tell him to step on it so it gets destroyed and sends the message, as you heal yourself. He wasn't even watching you, his eyes were fixed on the door processing yet another betrayal.

"Jay, I wanted to tell you-" You try to explain but he cut you off shooting a serious glare at you.

"I don't care," He was cold, his voice severe and it even scared you "get me the fuck out of here and we'll talk"

You nodded on the verge of tears, then deciding that holding on to the hope than when you two were somewhere safer he'd be open to have a conversation was your safer bet to maintain some sanity. Maybe then he'd listen to your apologies. At this point you weren't hoping for absolution but a truce would suffice. Why did you have to go and fuck it up? Why did you have to go and fall for him? You knew who you were, a spy trained for most of the life you remembered who worked undercover in Gotham, you knew you were not supposed to have any ties or emotional connections. You cursed at whoever gave you feelings and made you human, instead of whoever turned you into a machine.

"We should get moving, get to the extraction point"

He just nodded, it was short and formal, so unlike what you were used from him. He followed behind you as you carefully opened the door. There were no guards outside, so you moved. Soon an alarm started to blare through the rotten and worn down asylum wing, that's why the hallway was so empty. Two inmates run past both of you, pushing you to a wall in the process. You reach to grab Jason's wrist to make sure he's behind you but stop halfway through. Probably being touched by you was the last thing he wanted. So you just walk, decidedly pushing through this situation you were in. Armed with nothing but your fists you take out a man twice your size, you easily dodge his punches and swiftly move around him to hit him in key points that he leaves open. Jason watches, and realizes as you jump to the man's shoulders and snap his neck that you had been holding back all this time. He understands you have been capable of using lethal force but chose not to, though he doesn't know the reason for that. Was it because of Batman? Was it because you were ordered not to? He pushes down the thought, as he should be more focused on the guy he was fighting instead of you. You keep moving, going up to were a helicopter would be waiting for you. What you didn't expect was the Joker's backup plan, Death-stroke, pointing a gun right at your head. Shit, you didn't even tell him about your powers yet, he was going to be even more pissed if you didn't find another way out of this soon.

"Out of my way kid" He tells you "I'm only getting paid for not letting him leave alive, but I don't mind wasting a bullet"

"Oh, fuck off" you sigh tired, you just wanted to get out of there. You were exhausted, you wanted a shower and to sleep on a real bed and if it wasn't too much to ask maybe see the light of the sun. So you froze him, time stopped for the man in front of you. "move, it won't last long"

Jason wants to ask, he's itching to know. How did you do it? How did healing people translate into what you just did? He had so many questions for you, about you. Every time a new question came into his head he felt even more offended, he thought he knew you so well and turns out you'd made him out to be an idiot. He feels like an idiot and for that he's even angrier at you for lying, for keeping things from him when he had been so vulnerable to you. That you knew everything about him yet he knew barely anything about you and even what he knew he doubted it was even real at all. But out sheer stubbornness he wasn't going to ask, he'd rather take the curiosity to his grave.

The loud noise of a helicopter becomes more clear as you head up, and then you recognize the all black uniform and standard weapon of your agency. Confusion painted your face, why would they send backup instead of it just being an extraction team. Usually they didn't have a care in the word if you got out in time or not, even going as far as leaving you behind once. They weren't usually this helpful, or willing to use resources on a simple rescue mission. The help didn't last long since you heard the gun shot coming from where you came from. Shit, it wore off you better leave quickly. You tell him to run, to keep up the pace and he does, promising himself this was the last time he would trust you. It was all fine and well, you could see the escape route clearly you almost made it when you heard it. Jason held the bleeding wound from the bullet, stumbling until you helped him. You stole a gun from a passing agent, they wouldn't notice since it was just their back-up, and shot at the mercenary. Your aim was just a little off, since you were also holding a person with your other arm but you managed to hit his arm. The bullet just grazed him, your friend didn't have the same luck. You shot again, just to create some cover so you could move. It worked, you made it to the helicopter before he passed out from the blood loss. Sadly you couldn't heal him since the bullet was still there, so in tears as you took off you managed to stop his bleeding until you got help.

Of course your supervisor wasn't happy about you escaping earlier than expected or that you bought him along. But after some promises and insisting, they agreed not to let him die and took him to the closest headquarters. You knew the conditions they put on you were harsh but you thought nothing was worth more than his life, so you agreed. Even if it mean never seeing him again, why did it matter anyways? It's not like he wanted much to do with you after today.

A/N: Like I said on the notes on ao3, I'm sensitive and this is my first time posting what I write in a LONG time so have patience with me lol.

[noritoshiikamo]

double the trouble [osamu miya x y/n x atsumu miya ft sakusa kiyoomi]

cw threesome (+1 not directly receiving), two c/ock one hole, female receiving, male receiving, penetrative intercourse, breeding kink, spitting, dubious breeding

back from hiatus to say that i take back whatever the fuck i said about miya twin bcs i have a full blown shelf of their merch im a whore idk man its porn with minor plot i just want to take both miya twin together, never in fight tho

osamu has been obsessed with the idea of breeding you since graduation. it grew more and more obsessive the moment he found out, not from you, but his own twin brother that you have been on birth control.

“yer didn’t know?”

the words out of the blonde was like a laugh to his own face. osamu eyed him, hands working fast on the onigiri pretending not a single word said he said is being taken at heart. he was insulted. huffing, silently cursing as the inside of the onigiri leaked from his own carelessness–he sat it aside, putting his own attention to the flapping mouth in front of him.

atsumu was like a schoolgirl giggling, “oh yer really didn’t know.”

his eyes squinted, “should i be concern ‘bout this?”

the twin shook his head, picking apart the mess he made on the table, “t’was that one time, long time ago even, i think it was before we grad or was it her first time. she said that yer came in her, she was blabbering mess, whaddaya think i was gonna do? let her cry?” osamu’s breath hitched. he knew about it. didn’t think it was a big deal– he would marry you in a heartbeat and you said it was sorted. when you said sorted, he thought it was between you and your friends, not you and his stupid brother. “it was one time thing, i got her the pill yer take after you bang and it did the thingy that makes you not pregnant, i don’t know. after than all i know is she went on her pills. and yer mad, knew it. and now she’s gonna get the brunt of it.”

there’s this saying in the miya household; when someone’s mad, you don’t think—you dodged.

“don’t be stupid. whaddaya think i am? dad?” osamu scoffed as his other half whimpered at the poor smushed onigiri on the floor. “i could never hurt her.”

“you better be,” atsumu warned, “or i’m telling mum on ya.”

and that was the end of the discussion—with atsumu at least. the conversation lingered in osamu’s head like a bad migraine. in the dark, glancing at your body breathing gently with your shut eyes, he rolled over burying his face against your neck. am i a bad husband, he whispered his thoughts against your skin, tightening his arms around you as his eyes lidded close.

“why would you be?”

he froze. his question was not meant to be answered. you were supposed to be sleeping, nuzzling in his arm not awake. “sorry,” he murmured, hushing you back to sleep hoping you would let it go. “samu, why would you be a bad husband?” your voice were soft, laced with hoarseness of sleep.

“was just thinking about what tsumu said. but it’s tsumu, it’s stupid, go to sleep.” your body stiffened, rolling off his arms until you were propped face to face with him. you could barely make the outline of his face from the darkness of the room but you could feel that you were taking on a different side now. “atsumu said what?” you asked again. he let off a soft scoff, “should i be concerned of how many secrets are yer hiding from me with my own brother?” he didn’t mean to take such an accusatory tone but it came out so off. it was a fight before he knew it. he should’ve keep his mouth shut. but it ended with you both sleeping away from each other and now, every morning, like a salt in the wound, osamu would see you popped the pills from the pack, eyes on him not even budging as you swallowed it down.

so it is your only secret with tsumu.

it’s not fair.

it was between you and him but it felt more like you and his brother.

“can we at least talk about it?”

you held the glass to your lips. you both had never talk about it. babies weren’t something you foreseen in your future for at least—10 years. there shouldn’t be any talks, he would just need to pump you up for at least 5 minutes and you will need to deal with it for 9 months.

“what’s there to talk about, osa? i’m not ready.”

he inched closer, pulling the cup away from your lips. you could feel the bitterness of the pills lingering in your mouth threatening a puke fest. “yer be a great mum, what part are you not ready? financially— i’ve made enough for you to retire from work. physically? i could wake up any time of the day-”

you scoffed, “that’s because of your insomnia which-” you held your fingers up to stop him from opening his mouth, “i told you to take care of it. and you didn’t. you couldn’t take care of yourself and you think a baby is easy?”

“make a deal with me,” osamu blurted out, hands on your hips as he pushed you against the counter, prisoning you, “i promise and if it didn’t work out, yer have my full support in this. you can decide any time or not at all.” you rolled your eyes, arms crossed against your chest. “give me a month. if the swimmers didn’t stuck and you’re not pregnant, i’ll leave it alone. i’ll let ya decide after that. no babies even.”

you never seen osamu so serious, almost too serious. but you ended up saying yes anyway. just to get him off your back. it couldn’t be that bad right? it had been close to two weeks of you being off the pills.

yet you almost threw your purse to his face.

“we didn’t agree on that.”

“baby li—”

“no!” you screeched, throwing one of the pillows off the chair to his face, before slumming your ass on it. your eyes fell on him before to the other two figures sitting across you. “i know you’re insane like your brother, i’m not surprise,” you said pointing to atsumu, but the fingers moved to his left, “but you, you are supposed to be the sane one.” kiyoomi’s lips pressed flat. the tension in the room were so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“y/n-kun, you don’t understand.”

“no, you don’t understand. what kind of russian roulette are you guys trying to play with me?” you laughed, falling backward against the chair, “oh you’re driving me insane. is this why you were trying to convince me to have a baby? i know you both are competitive but not like this. i’m not an animal you can breed and i’ll push out an entire litter!” kiyoomi didn’t blame you. spring on you, ambushing with a sudden family meeting only to drop that they want you to carry their child. specifically wanting atsumu to fuck you raw isn’t what you expected for a family dinner. he stood up, walking toward you before sitting on the floor. the desperation in his face almost made you fold. you sighed.

“did the last egg transplant fail too?” you asked, watching as his bouncy curls to cover his face as he nodded. “we are running out of ideas, we are running out money. the tests were fine. we got tested, we were both fine and the sperms were healthy. the donor is okay too. we are running out of wits. if we are going the other way, i would rather tsumu fuck around with you than some other girls out there.” he plead, clutching on to your hands, “you don’t have to decide now but just please think about it, okay?” kiyoomi muttered wholeheartedly, it almost heartbreaking to see how excited his eyes glowed when you mouthed a silent okay. you looked up, your husband moved hesitantly, fear of another pillow thrown to his face. but you didn’t flinched as he took a seat on the floor beside him, resting his chin against your thighs. his arms around your bare legs, eyes fluttering as your fingers brushed his cheeks.

“how would this work anyway? i don’t exactly have how to guide on how to fuck my fruity brother in law in front of my own husband—god, this is not what i have in this year’s bingo card,” feeling the words vomiting out of your mouth felt surreal. you felt osamu’s hand caressing the inside of your leg, gently squeezing it. “i’ll be there. i’ll join you if you want too. we can take turn, whatever’s the most comfortable.”

you watched at the black haired ace shook his head. your brow shot up questioning his disagreement. “if you both take turns, chances are the previous sperms will get pushed out the next cock. it’s the defense mechanism. if samu fucks you first, his baby has little to none chances and i’m sure you wouldn’t want to go with tsumu first.” your head spun as the two dumbasses scrambled their thoughts. since when even samu ever focused in his classes. words were going in one ear and another, they didn’t even notice you had moved. your legs taken control moving softly against the carpet and before you knew, you were on atsumu’s lap, lips pressed first pushing him down on the sofa. the two em startled.

“well, i guess it’s her way?”

someone said but you couldn’t registered who. he kissed differently. maybe because it wasn’t his lips to kiss but he did it with least possessiveness. it was almost gentle, with his hand slowly around your waist. osamu flushed, he could feel blood rushing all over him, out of lust or shame who could know? if he would’ve gone back in time to when he was a teen, telling him that he was about to go down on a threesome, the younger would’ve laughed at him. osamu let you know his presence with his fingers around the waistband pulling your lower half bare.

you were startled, like being hit by a bucket of cold water but his lips never left you and soon you were losing article of clothes after another. your bare tits are suddenly in atsumu’s fist and you were fighting to close your legs when osamu’s fingers danced along your slit. you gasped when his lips moved to latch around your tits while the other’s spitting against your cunt. it was overwhelming. the first lick almost threw you off balance, arms shaking you felt down against the older brother. hold her down, someone said and you felt tsumu’s hand around your wrist pressing it down against your back. you whined, it hurts yet you could feel your husband’s tongue swirling around your slit, overwhelming it with pleasure.

atsumu moved from underneath you, belt clanking before the position changed again. your hand moved to grab his wrist, roughly yanking your head by hair until you were face to face his own growing cock. there’s a major difference between osamu and atsumu. tsumu’s little cleaner, well trimmed, surprisingly matching skin tone. his cock erected with a slight bank to the right, yet the print was just the same; thick and veiny. he asked you spit on it and you obliged, watching as the thick fluid spread down along his precum down the pink mushroom tip.

it was hard to focus on his order when the other was pushing you so close to edge. “f-fuck, samu slow i-” you cried, hand reaching backward hard against his head, but osamu wasn’t budging. he looked up, face flushed with his tongue inside your hole and his brother’s cock against his wife’s face. tsumu’s swollen pink tip brushed your lips, planting little kisses before a soft nudge pushed it deeper inside. the twin couldn’t hold the deep moan from the back of his throat, the rough pad of his palm running gently through your hair pushing you deeper. your tongue swirled around the length, feeling its prodding veins with the tip slowly inching deeper until your nose pressed against his base.

“christ, that’s fuckin’ deep.”

osamu shot down the smirk off his twin, flipping his finger off. his palm grabbed a handful of your ass, landing a playful smack. you let out a chortled moan, hands against the thigh as you struggled to catch a breath. tsumu took pity, pulling away with a soft pop. strings of saliva connected to your lips as you coughed, tears streaming down your cheek. your body shuddered, gripping the edge of the sofa. samu wasn’t stopping. not even to breath that it sent you into a mess. atsumu couldn’t explain the joy of seeing you looking up, in so much pleasure yet pleading for him for mercy. he didn’t know what possessed him, fingers grabbing your cheeks pushing it together until your mouth were apart and spitted in.

you barely had time to respond, not even osamu ever spitted in you. yet you couldn’t find any strength to bark back, forced to swallow as your knot snapped. your first orgasm was a blessing. your husband’s name came out your throat all choked up, eyes rolled back all atsumu could see was white. not a drop was wasted, osamu’s loud slurps echoed the room, lapping your slit through the orgasm. your muscle tensed, soothed by his palm running gently against the side of your thighs and he let go. his lips planted a sloppy wet kiss against your flesh before leaving a hand mark. "well, shit i didn't expect this to be that intense," you pant, slumping forward forehead buried in the soft cushion of the sofa. but the twins had better idea, you are not getting any rest.

you were trained for samu.

your cunt were made for him, he knows that; he made that happen. you knew him all back from school. high school sweetheart they said, not that you ever pride on your first time. you had been resident of inarizaki's dorm for years now, commuting was simply not an option and with your parents in the middle of divorce, you volunteered. daddy gave a lot of apologies in form of useless monetary value, including your own personal ground floor dorm. no roommates, two single beds pushed together and two wardrobes, you could almost taste what freedom meant without your parents. what school doesn't enjoy donations. teenagers are fully of hormones, enough that you were willing to sneak your boyfriend of one year in. it was good, enough for a second round before he had to excuse himself, but awkward as no one every tell you that sex wasn't like what porn had presented itself. that was also your first pregnancy scare that had you running for atsumu's help. after that it improved.

improved to the point that your fingers meant nothing but a slight squint in his eyes as he leaned over the kitchen counter enough to make you wet. you are meant for him. your body craved him.

your head spun, drowsy from your high as you let your husband lifted you up. you knew what rest between the valley of your ass was him growing, greedy cock. you felt conscious suddenly as your eyes met the blonde, skin tinting as you felt osamu's lips littered around the column of your neck. "she's different," you heard him speak, his beefy arms moved you again that you could see the angry leaking tip between your thigh, brushing against your cunt dangerously, "she likes her thighs caressed more than her side, her tits are more sensitive after her second orgasm, the sloppier, the better." you whined as his kisses turned into a full nipping fest, almost like he was marking her. you knew what he was doing. he was setting an expectation, a boundary, a reminder that he was about to share something he had never thought of sharing before. atsumu and osamu had been sharing almost everything in their lives, but you– you were strictly osamu's.

"samu, yer not jealous are you?" tsumu grinned, hand stroking along his spit covered cock

"m'not. you just have a habit of fucking up my stuff that i was willing to pretend i'm okay with,"you gasped as he suddenly yanked your head backward, your eyes locked. you almost couldn't hide the grin you had on your face as osamu leaned down to kiss you, "not this one. this one is mine. and yer not fucking this shit up."

the other half's grin couldn't be more annoying but you pushed it to the back of your head. that was easy to do especially when osamu was guiding your body, grinding your soaking cunt against his length. "yer okay baby?" he hummed his question against your bare skin. you nodded, breath hitching every time his tip hit your clit. "i think we are getting slightly impatient but i don't think you are ready, do you trust me?"

"yes, samu."

you could almost see the shit eating grin on his face, "that's my good girl."

soon the grinding was getting on your nerve, you wished you hid your whining better. but marriage life has trained osamu to catch these little things. when you wife is unhappy, you would do anything and everything to make it better. and what could be better more that to finally push himself in into your throbbing hole. just the tip in and you couldn't hide the satisfying chortles out of your throat. every inch in loosening the tense in your muscle until you were slumping against his chest, head against his shoulder. every time your trembling thighs itched to close from the overwhelming pleasure, osamu clicked his tongue. "don't be rude, y/n-san, we have a guest." you almost forgot the existence of the two people in the room.

everyone knows atsumu has always been into the best of both world. it wasn’t something he had explicitly hidden growing up. he enjoyed attention of any genders. to say that he was inexperienced was just plainly wrong. your body jolted as atsumu spread your thighs further. his body kept your legs apart, you could feel his cock brushing against your mount. osamu kept himself occupied, tainting your neck as atsumu kissed you. it was wet, full of tongue. he swallowed your moans, praised you with every stroke of the tongue. “god, i would fuck you dumb right now if osamu isn’t selfish,” he grinned, brushing your nose against his own playfully before moving away. he kissed your jaw, occupying the other side of your neck.

if you ever told a 16 years old you that one day, you’ll have the famous miya twin lapping, bruising and kissing your neck all at once, your younger self would call you a joke, in your dream maybe.

atsumu moved lower, licking your collarbone before finding solace by your aching tits. you never know how gentle he could be, cupping your flesh before his tongue enveloped your hardened bud. the way he looked up to you, tongue swirling along before pulling away with soft pop.

“c’mon samu, how fucking long are you going to blue ball me here,” the older twin whined.

“she’s not stretched enough,” osamu muttered, half moaning as his hips rutted deeper. the other twin shrugged as he spitted down against your aching cunt. “she will, i’ll make sure of that,” tsumu held his cock, tip catching the spit as he gently rub his cock along your clit. you looked up to your husband, sharing a nervous look. you watched as curses escaped his lips, forehead wrinkling in pleasure. his other hand moved against your jaw, his kiss was furious and full of lust. “focus on me,” he whispered against your lips, “yer gonna take that like a fucking champ.” he watched you intently. you know why, you could feel it. tsumu was pushing against your opening. your eyes widened, watered, fingers clawing against osamu’s arm as he was quick to cover your mouth. osamu did a great job loosening you up that tsumu’s tip slipped in so easily. you trashed weakly in his arm. your husband’s praises went in and out of your ears like a breeze. your brain were a fuzz, all you could think off is there were two cock in you.

it felt kind odd, to samu mostly, to be squeezed in a tight space with his twin’s cock pressing against his own. he didn’t dare to move. it was all on atsumu. there was a lot of spitting, gentle push and a whole lot of his thumb along your clit. the circles helped as he pushed half of himself in. “fuck,” you heard osamu groaned into your ear, face buried in the side of your head. you loved how red tainted his skin. even without moving, atsumu’s rocking hips were giving both of you enough friction of pleasure. the sofa creaked as atsumu rutted in, slick sound of your folds against the two cocks and his thumbs echoed the room. “m’cummin’-please,” your moans muffled. it was too much, the tight feeing of your cunt around it meant atsumu was actively fucking straight into your g-spot. another one of the twin’s hand pressed down on your belly pushing you down at angle, soft curse escaped his lips as he could feel himself against the skin.

“you’re soaking wet, y/n, fuck,” atsumu giggled, but his giggles grew when he realised. “fuck, samu, your wife is squirting,” every thrust, more liquid sprayed against pelvic. you weren’t just squirting, atsumu just send you through your second orgasm by sheathing his entire girth deep. you were hazy, head resting against osamu’s shoulder. you were still gripping against samu’s arm, head trying to figure out the words flying around the room.

“fuck, you’re all in? i almost fucking cum.”

“don’t blame me, she wasn’t fully stretch,” one of them said annoyingly, “it’s not helping that she was fucking cumming. it was hot tho, she fucking drenched me, what a cunt,” the praise came with a light tapping against your sensitive clit. the tapping turned into a full on rubbing, “what a good fucking cunt tho.”

“samu,” your call startled the twin.

he kissed your cheek, bringing your trembling palm against his cheeks, planting kisses on the soft pad, “yes baby, look at you. fuck, baby you look so good, i wish you could see it.”

“s’full,” you sniffled, “so s’full, move.”

the twin agreed, showering your skin with kisses and praises. the overwhelming feeling of your cunt stretching must felt uncomfortable. they let you set the pace. leaning against tsumu’s chest for support, samu held you by the hips as you slowly moved it upward. their cocks glistening in the mix of fluid and the strings of messes. you stopped just by the tip, the brothers held their breaths as your hips moved in. the room echoed with your combined moans. your tongue wrestled atsumu’s briefly before he pulled away, leaning back as he watched your hips rocked. his eyes darted between your tits and your cunt slapping against his pelvic.

impatience brewed between the two brothers.

“baby, if yer teasing us, it’s working but truth be told i can’t stand it,” osamu whined, gripping your ass, a small pout grew on your husbands’ face. “shut your face it’s full,” you snapped, clenching your walls as you fought the tensing knots in your belly. you heard a faint whistle and someone was talking about how you were about to cum again. you breath out, half hearted laugh echoed the room as you turned your head back, his grin annoyed you, “oh, f-fuck off, sakusa.” the way his name escaped your lips, the way your tongue enunciated every syllables send shivers down his spine. kiyoomi wanted to bark back, but he saw the shared glance between the twin.

your shocking scream were a payback he craved.

the twins took over, patience thinner than the knot that snapped the moment they jackhammered into you. they held you down, osamu’s hands around your waist while atsumu’s rough palm gripped your thighs down as they fucked you through your high. they took turn, atsumu in and osamu’s out. your nectar spurted everywhere, against their peck, down your thighs and pooling on the sofa underneath. you cried out, their names out like a prayer, begging for them to slow down. your cunt can take both of them in, its the pleasure was ridiculously unbearable. they were coaxing an orgasm after another from you.

your cries were louder, in kiyoomi’s head he couldn’t differentiate whether it was pain or pleasure. but you were a champ, taking two cocks straight into the same stretching holes he could see outline along your belly every time one pushed deep then the other. “s’much,” he heard but none of the brothers were slowing down, completely drunk out of their mind. kiyoomi closed in, brushing stray from your cheek, the sudden gentleness against your skin startled you. your eyes fluttered open, salty tears dripped down your flushed cheeks. your eyes were blown up, full of lust and pleasure. “omi,” you whined, “slower,” but he hushed you, brushing your lips lightly as your palms gripped his shirt in support. he felt an arm roaming along his body, clinking of belt soon followed and his pants loosened. “you’re doing good,” his word started, boxer down pooling around his legs as someone spitted on his half hard cock, “d’ya wanna feel good, i feel good,” he whined, fang grasped against your own swollen lips as a pair plump lips wrapped itself around his cock. he cupped your face rougher, teeth clashed as he kissed you hard.

kiyoomi was overwhelmed. strings of moans from his own husband and out of your mouth were drowsy. “fuck, y/n, i feel good,” he chuckled, running his hand through the soft blonde hair of atsumu, looking up obediently with cock in his mouth.

osamu was ninety percent horny, deep in focus in breeding his wife’s pussy faster than his twin. the other ten percent were completely laced in jealousy. how dare you moaned someone’s else name. his hand left your side trailing upward until it wrapped perfectly around the column of your neck, with enough space for his thumb to invade your plump lips. kiyoomi shot you a grin and wink, before looking down happily to his own husband’s bobbing head. his warm breath tickled your lobe, sending waves of spineless shivers along your arching back. “omi?” he whispered only enough for you to catch, shoving his cock greedily into your cunt, ignoring the dissatisfied whine of his twin. “i would’ve taken that polite little miyas whine out of your lips but omi?”

your glossy eyes met his droopy sharp gaze as you tilted back. with whatever space left, you tried to shake your head, tongue weighted down as you struggled to apologize. osamu’s grin grew, all he was looking down was his sorry wife, cunt and head drunk in cock, slurring words but was came out was just drool on the corner of your lips. you promised it was just thought–something that was just a flash of thoughts. you whined, teeth clenching down on his thumb as someone shifted. the speed changed again, rougher than he could feel your own thighs trembling against his own.

“samu, quit bullying her,” tsumu chuckled, taking a break from his own aching jaw, hands moving around his husband’s cock.

“i’m not bullying,” he stole a glance, kissing your cheeks, tasting the salty remnant against it as he nipped your skin light, “am i bullying you baby?” his spit covered palm gently tapped against your cheek. you gasped a no, shaking your head firmly. satisfied with your answer, his grip tightened around the neck to continue his little assault. “that’s my wife. my slutty little wife. it’s not ‘nough you have mine in but my twin also and you want a taste of omi’s cock too?” he clicked his tongue in disagreement, “my wife thinks she can take 3 cocks deep, you are already this numb and dumb with two, you think your pretty tight cunt can take another?” he loved it, the apology, the refusal, the begging look in your eyes.

two cocks in and your loyalty still stand with him.

that was like a stroke on his ego. especially when your cunt were spasming, tightening up around his cock as he milked you out of your umpteenth orgasm. your nails dug deep into his skin, sobbing out of your chest as you struggled to keep your conscious. he cut off the bullying, lavishing your neck with licks and kisses. his words were now gentler, full of praises. “baby,” he nuzzled against the crook, pressing against where your heartbeat were an erratic mess, “baby, m’gonna cum.” it wasn’t a request, but a promise.

atsumu’s moan echoed the same sentiment. his grip to your thighs tightened. omi was long gone, what was left was spurts of thick white fluid, painting his face a mess, some dribbling down his lips. their palms were roaming, grabbing your tits, your thighs with bruises bound to make its appearance when morning comes. samu was fully supporting your body. you were slurring their names, eyes half close aas you rested your forehead against your husband’s.

“s’good,” you chortled weakly, “cuminme please.”

osamu laughed, his own spine trembled in excitement, “okay baby, we’ll cum in you. get yer full with babies okay?” his cock twitched as you nodded excitedly, a small cute pout on your lips grew as you whine your exhaustion. his wife had just begged him to cum in her, that was everything he could ever wanted for the past few months. he just wanted to fuck all his cum deep in you.

“cummies, samu,” you whined, “tsumu!”

“close, i’m fucking close, fuck, if you keep clenching your cunt like that i’m gonna fucking burst, y/n.” tsumu spitted, grabbing a handful of your bouncing tits.

osamu was deep in dazed, focused in his thrusts. like hell atsumu was gonna let it happened. he deserved a baby of his own. omi deserved a baby. you could feel the competitiveness against your sore cervix. the loud fuck echoed the space as the older twin came first, his thighs trembled as he continued to cum, painting your walls white. his nail left a long mark against your thighs. osamu came after, just as the other slipped out half hard. his teeth dug deep against your shoulder as his hips jerked forward. you felt fuller than before.

you listened weakly as the twin bickered again. of how samu was wasting so much and the older forcing him to ensure to fuck every single drop in you. your body ached as your husband settled you on the sofa. pillow above your hips, you lowkey felt empty inside. the brothers looked confuse as you laughed, osamu called for you but you hushed him in haze.

“yer so nosy, shut up, i’m sleepy.”

osamu laughed, leaving you alone as he dragged his other half by his hair away.

it was a long year after.

your labour was a hefty 12 hours journey. to osamu, it was a wait worth his time. your baby is healthy seven pound, full term and naturally birthed baby.

atsumu and kiyoomi shared a defeated look, but a small smile grew on their face. “next time okay?” kiyoomi tightened the grip of his fingers against the blonde. he nodded weakly. the baby was a spitting image of you and osamu. your pretty cheeks and nose yet the baby’s eyes glowed in osamu’s greyish glint, small mouth and his natural dark hair. “she’s probably high on the drug, i hold samu and you snatched the baby, we’ll meet at the airport, deal?” atsumu whispered jokingly his plans to his partner. kiyoomi’s brows shot up. osamu could only shake his head, the smile on his face were permanent as he hugged your shoulder, watching as the baby snored softly against your arms. funny how half of kiyoomi’s heart almost agreed until he heard your soft voice calling for your husband.

you shared a look, you muttered a question, his heart skipped a beat as he nodded. osamu never held a baby before, not if you count his annoying twin brother. his palm trembled lightly as you placed the baby in his arms. a soft coos escaped the baby’s lips as they moved before easing against osamu’s chest, falling straight back to sleep. between the chaos, osamu didn’t realised that the baby had gripped onto his finger. his heart fluttered as the grip tightened.

“hello, it’s me, your papa.”

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As NAYEON'S birthday and her giving us "No problem" live performance!

You gotta try It!! (If not busy ofc)

Idol;Im Nayeon. Song "No problem " by Nayeon

No Problem

« An absolute bop that Nayeon sang specifically for ME to enjoy. »

Nayeon x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - a wave of fatigue pushes you to cancel on an early morning date with Nayeon. she doesn’t mind though.

wordcount - 1.5K

A/N - You are absolutely right anon I did try, but it took me a week to get inspired and I don’t like to force things so here we are SORRY, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO NAYEON THO 😬🎉

Maybe putting your bed against the window wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had.

It was cute a few months ago, when spring brought its prettiest days. You enjoyed the sunlight, and the breeze on the hotter ones, reading books while your girlfriend napped in your lap.

Now that summer came to an end, though, fall announced itself with a few rain drops falling through the window before landing on your skin.

You retracted your leg into the covers, groaning to yourself as the light forced you to open your eyes.

You stared at the open window, feeling the same breeze that helped cooling down the room from the late summer heat of the night before.

The thick, grey clouds were nice to look at. Somewhat of a new and more interesting sight after weeks of clear blue skies, one you found comfort in.

It would have been cute now too if you’d just closed the window.

You sighed, sitting up enough to close it before letting yourself fall back against the pillows. You were too tired to stay up any longer.

It had been a very long week, filled with overtime and whatnot. It was all a blur, you barely knew what happened, but you sure were feeling the aftermath…

You looked at the time on your phone. 8:32am. You were supposed to meet up with Nayeon in a couple of hours. She wanted to check out this new café that opened down her street, but with the looks of things on your side, it looked like it would have to wait…

-

“No problem.”

You smiled at your girlfriend’s words as if she could see it through the phone.

“You’re too good for me.” You sighed dramatically, making her laugh.

“Why? What did I do?” She asked in between giggles.

“I just called you to cancel on something you’ve been looking to do, I feel awful yet you’re not even a little bit upset about it.” You explained.

“Y/N, you’re not feeling well, the least I can do is be understanding. It’s not like you’re canceling for no reason.” She assured. “I will be upset if we don’t see each other, though.”

You smiled once more, “I was just about to ask you to come over instead.”

“And I’m already on my way. We’re so perfect for each other.” She joked, making you laugh.

“Just hurry.”

And just that she did.

You barely had time to shower that she was already making herself comfortable under your roof.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, Nayeon, how can I help you?” You asked, rounding the corner into the living room where she was unpacking some takeaway bag.

The sound of your voice made her turn to you with the brightest grin, matching her eyes, and that’s all you remember before she crashed into your arms, hugging you tight enough to show you how much she’d missed you.

And just in case that wasn’t enough, she voiced it.

“I missed you so much!”

“It’s only been a week.” You chuckled, downplaying your own feelings.

“Yes, and look in what state I get you back.” She pointed out. “All worn out and not fun. You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

She pouted, removing any want and need to tease her from your mind.

“Well, you didn’t give me a chance to.” You argued.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance before puckering her lips. That earned her a long awaited kiss as you couldn’t resist the sight.

“You’re lucky you’re cute enough.” You smirked, earning yourself a push as she turned back to the takeaway bag.

“What did you bring?” You asked, looking over her shoulders as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Coffee from the new place.” She smiled. “You couldn’t go so I brought it to you.”

The gesture warmed your heart. She was so sweet to you, you felt undeserving at times like these. You knew she didn’t blame you, nor did she mind it, but you were still mad at yourself for not being able to push through this fatigue.

It’s been going for a few weeks now, but as you barely had time to recover, it only piled up with time.

Although it was new to you, Nayeon was familiar with the feeling. That’s why she was so understanding. You knew that, but still… She still made sure to include you in her packed schedule. She still made sure to show up.

You usually did too, which is why you couldn’t help but feel bad for not being able to return the effort this time around.

“You wanted to go that bad?” You frowned, feeling even worse.

“Yeah, it was so cute, Y/N you would have loved it! There were flowers and green everywhere, and the barista was so nice.” She gushed, turning around in your embrace to face you.

You put on a smile as quickly as you could, not wanting to bring her mood down on top of everything else.

“I’ll go with you next time, I promise.”

That promise, along with your smile, seemed good enough for her to overlook the negative.

She saw right through that smile you offered her, but she knew you didn’t want to sulk. She knew you wanted to cheer up just as much as she did, and that was her job.

So she simply smiled back, and handed you the coffee she’d ordered for you.

“Your favorite.”

“Thank you.” You let go of her waist to grab the cup, giving it a smell before bringing it to your lips.

“How is it?” She asked, curious. “Good, right?”

You nodded approvingly, “So good. I might just go live with you, and go there every day.”

“Very good excuse. I’ve taught you well.” She smiled, pinching your cheeks.

She loved to find silly things to use as an excuse to be even closer to you. The first one was the cold as you started dating last winter, which she used to steal one one of your sweaters. The last one was your place being closer to her workplace than her own apartment, which she used to sleep over last week, and a lot of other times.

“So what do you want to do?”

“I just want to spend the day with you doing nothing…” You said truthfully, inviting her to join you on the couch with open arms.

She happily accepted the invitation, and practically jumped into your arms where she felt herself get squeezed against your chest almost immediately.

“Will that make you feel better?” She asked, freeing herself away enough to look at you.

Her gaze held such care for you, all you could do was smile out of shyness. You couldn’t believe she she felt the same way you did about her.

It made you all giddy, leaving you with nothing but the urge to kiss her. It was the only way to express what you felt for her in those moments.

So you brushed a hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear before placing a kiss on her lips, where you tasted a bit of her own coffee.

“You have no idea.”

“Then it works for me.” She smiled, resting her head back against your chest.

The two of you ended up cuddling on the couch all day, alternating between lazy activities such as watching and commenting dramas, as well as napping. Sometimes, one of you would fall asleep during an entire episode, but only because you knew the other would catch you up on what you missed.

It was all simple, really, and maybe that’s what made you love that day so much. All you did was appreciate her presence, relishing in the warmth her body and mind provided in this cooling weather.

It was healing almost, how easy it was to be with her.

People painted love as this complicated, unreasonable thing. An idea you agreed with as you often found yourself wondering what even the point of it was.

But that was before she came along.

Sure, it sounds cliché, but that’s another idea about love that you agreed with. More and more, every day since you met her, and that day wasn’t an exception.

You went to bed with a heart even fuller of love for her than in the morning, and when she asked to spend the night again, you thought it would explode.

The stars were hiding far behind the clouds that night, but your window somehow made it all look pretty anyway.

The two of you stared up at the sky, enjoying how close you were to each other as if you hadn’t been glued together for ten hours straight.

At this hour, you usually talked about random things, emptying whatever weighed on your mind lately. Those conversations carried you through the night until sunrise a few times, but tonight was not going to be one of those.

Not a word had been spoken in a long while when you felt yourself drifting away. You fought it, wanting to stay in the moment for as long as you could, but it seemed like Nayeon was rooting for you to lose.

You rested your head on her shoulder, an arm wrapped securely around you while the other allowed her hand to wander around your scalp. She loved to play with your hair, she found it as relaxing as you did.

Good thing you loved it too.

You never stood a chance against this peaceful setting.

“I love you.” You mumbled, needing to get it off your chest before sleep knocked you out.

“I love you too.” She smiled, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you for today.” You mumbled again, this time you sounded half gone, which amused her.

“No problem.” She said, squeezing you a little tighter.

Needless to say, you went to sleep with a smile that day.

And every day after that.

How couldn’t you with a love as easy as this one.

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .08

"Oh, my star!"

As fans cheered and lights flashed along with flowers being thrown onto the stage. Bill and I caught some or dodging others we smiled waving to everyone before we have to leave the stage once more. Tom already let his guitar hanging from his neck, side hugging his brother. Georg standing next to me with his hand in mine. “Have a wonderful night!” I yelled only to get more cheers. I laughed, blowing kisses one last time before we have to get off. Gustav smacked his drumsticks in the air, following behind. 

Today was our 8th show. Only 12 more to go until we are in the United States. I’m super excited, about having more friends and family there to see. Bill hugs me tightly, and my heels lift up as he is a bit taller than I am. (If not I’m sorry)

Johanna comes running up to us with her camera in hand. “You have no idea how amazing you guys looked tonight!” She squeals, shaking around the device we all laugh begging her to show us. “No, not until I edit them and everything on the bus tonight!” She leans into Gustav as we continue walking into our room before meeting with some fans outside. 

“I do want to warn you guys tho,” She starts off, looking around before she says anything else. “Havi is gonna be here, along with Earl. I told them everything was okay over the phone but they wanted to talk to you guys themselves.” She makes a face, worriedly watching our reactions. I look up at Bill who was looking at Tom. It was like they were communicating in their heads.

Havi and Earl are our actual managers. We barely see them though. They only really come around to our big shows and the bigger opportunities we get. It’s a lot better this way since they are pretty toxic. Havi and Earl are in the same company due to us being childhood friends we joined together because of our parents. “Say something.” She pleads and Gustav clears his throat. “Thank you for uh letting us know.” He smiles at her, they look into each other's eyes for a moment but it was cut off by Tom speaking up this time. “I messed up when we had that big show, it’s just to let us know.” He sighs, placing his head into his hands. 

“You did amazing what are you talking about?” I roll my eyes, it wasn’t towards him it’s just I hate how we get because of them. We all start beating ourselves up before they even come in and say anything to us. “No that one riff in Forgotten Child. And in your song Take Away. That day was horrible.” He stands up, grabbing a water bottle quite aggressively. “You had some nerves, it was Paris France! We had a little bit of an expectation to uphold and I’d say it was pretty fucking amazing.” I shrug, leaning back into the couch, playing with Bill’s shirt behind him. 

“You’re one to talk, you haven’t messed up at all.” Tom points to me, I sit right back up. 

“What do you mean? I literally hit so many flat notes. And! My hand slipped on my guitar.” I exclaim he shakes his head about to continue to say more but there was a loud knock on the door and then it bursts open. We all stand up immediately, straightening our posture since it was the managers and what seemed like apprentices? Trainees? 

“Oh, my star!” Havi comes directly to me, arms open for her to just grab my face and then give me air kisses. “Hi, Havi.” I force a smile upon my face. “Tokio Hotel.” She nods their way as Earl barely gives any of us a look. He was writing away on a notepad before shoving it into his apprentice's arms who seemed to already be carrying a  bunch of other things. He looked practically miserable. 

“So, we’re here today to talk about a few things.” Earl establishes a new conversation. One we’re currently dreading to hear about. “First, sit down.” He states, all of us plopping right back onto the couch. Gustav gives up his seat for Johanna and he sits on the arm of the couch next to her.  

“You guys hired Johanna it seems?” He pokes his eyes out from his glasses as they leaned down on his nose. “That was me.” I put my hand up.

“I didn’t ask who. I am however asking why it wasn’t run through us first?” He questions, playing with the pen in his fingers. 

“I thought it was a good idea. You guys don’t manage pictures for us. I needed someone to.” I nervously say, my hands lying in my lap as my leg bounces up and down. My eyes scattered all over the room to avoid anyone's eyes. I stutter when eyes are on me. I can’t speak confidently with eyes on me. 

“Oh, so you just make decisions now?” His voice booms as he steps closer, I manage not to flinch squeezing my hands tighter together. “No, sir. I’m sorry but you guys didn’t answer and it’s coming out of my bank so.” I stare at his shoes, he wasn’t moving any closer this time but now I felt embarrassed. I never told the boys that it came out of my account to pay her. She didn’t even know and now that they do they’re probably going to get upset as well. “Hm, I guess that does change a few things.” Havi huffs, a hand lays on her hip. 

“Moving on from that. Tom,” She faces him, his eyes don’t even meet hers. She looks past him. “I need you to have some more practice. Your stance is a little charismatic and you’re still messing up.” She waits for him to respond but just earning a nod she moves on to the next thing. “Georg, give a little more light to [Name] and Bill. They’re truly the stars. Well my [Name] is.” She sickly smiles at him and he apologizes quietly. My heart begins to pick up. That’s not true. 

“Gustav, interact with people more. You’re like a mouse that’s barely even there.” She roughly tells him.

“Bill, enough with the movement, calm it down before you give me a heart attack.” 

I start to breathe a little loudly trying to calm myself down. They hate, hate, and hate everything. We never hear anything good about our shows. “Anything else to dictate?” I mutter, I honestly didn’t even mean to say it but now with everyone’s eyes on me I really wish I didn’t. 

“Excuse me?” Earl steps closer and now my face is at his stomach level. It felt inappropriate and I begin to sweat from how nervous I am. “I’m just saying that… you guys never say anything nice. It’s always, it’s always negative.” I stutter, my chest rapidly going up and down, a hand slid into mine from my lap, and with how I was feeling I really didn’t pay attention to who it was. “Well,” His fingers go underneath my chin, lifting it up to look at him. 

“If you don’t like what I got to say that’s too damn bad.” He’s right, there’s no other company we could go into, and without a manager, we’re screwed. Especially since this is the top company in the world. They’ve gotten us into things we couldn’t have even dreamed of entering without them. “Now suck it up you got people to meet.” He taps my face three times.

“One last thing before we go.” Havi places a hand on her hip.

“Tom and [Name] need to be seen more in public alone. The publicity is amazing for you guys.” She grins, pointing between the two of us and I turn to see Tom who was nodding. “[Name] doesn’t let anyone see you with your boyfriend. If it does you need to end it as I say.” I don’t respond and she just leaves mumbling about how she’s going to call me later anyway. I look down to see our hands entangled together. But for some reason, I don’t want to let go. As Earl leaves I let out a loud breath that I was holding in to stop my tears.

My hands were shaking as my body racks with me hyperventilating. I squeeze onto Tom’s hand as a hand traces up and down my back. “Hey, it’s okay,” Tom whispers into my ear, Bill was the one rubbing my back. Gustav, Georg, and Johanna talked about what just happened. “I’m sorry.” I hiccup between ragged breaths.

“Don’t worry about it,” Georg tells me. “They’re just assholes,” Tom adds as well, after a few minutes I was leaning into Tom’s side as he still held my hand. Bill was standing, he had gotten the makeup to fix what I did to my face. Johanna was on the other side of me, going through the pictures on her camera, showing Gustav. He was the only person that got to see of course. 

“I don’t want to get up.” I whisper, Tom just rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. “You don’t need to.” He tells me back. 

“Yeah, I’ll just get on my knees for you.” Bill winks, causing me to chuckle after I had just finished sobbing. “Only he’d do it for you.” Tom nudges me, I try not to make a comment, smirking instead. He’s holding my hand and letting me lean on him but I don’t think he’d draw the line at getting on his knees for me. 

Having to sit up straight I finally let go of Tom’s hand, letting Bill do my makeup. He really didn’t have to get on his knees as he stood back up and just had my head up. I calmly sat there with my eyes closed. My hand felt empty.

Cold even. I didn’t like it. Missing the warmth it gave along with the comfort. Feeling almost like a baby after crying. My face felt clean even with all the makeup that went through my pores. Even though it now puffs out in the slightest I felt prettier. I felt tired as well. Wanting nothing more than to just keep my eyes closed and leaned back onto Tom. 

Maybe it would be better if it was Jace instead. Maybe even the couch. Tom was just helping me so I could calm down before seeing the guests. His words still stuck in my mind.

It’s just to get through the tour. He doesn’t want to be my friend. 

I would like nothing more than to be his friend.

He doesn’t want to be mine.

Why doesn’t he want to be mine?

My… friend?

Yeah..... Sorry for another later post. This week I'm graduating so I have a lot going on lol along with work too. I'm going to try to write another chapter tonight but again don't hold your breath. Thank ya for your patience my loves. I'm finally sort of getting over this sickness. I just have a cough and a stuffy nose now.

[aego-philautia]

Stranded -Bamby(Bambelle x Anby) fic

Words: 5.5k

Barely proofread(I got lazy)

An: This goes with the art posted on my main, I got the idea after i was halfway through it which is why its the scene of Bambelle crying in fear LMAO. Im thinking of drawing another piece of this tho so hopefully I can draw her w a smile next time 😭😭

Enjoy~

Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, fingers aching, sweat dripped down the woman's brow as she put her full focus on the task in front of her. Her heart beat out of her chest, as her bright pink hair started to frizz up from the humidity around the group. A white-haired woman stood nearby, watching the action with bright-eyed interest despite seeing clearly the results that were coming.

Suddenly, the cyborg next to the pink haired woman let out a loud whoop as the screen on the arcade cabinet flashed a large ‘WINNER’ screen with the name ‘KID’ underneath. The woman next to him let out a huff of annoyance at his celebration, pouting as he did a victory dance,

“And as always, Billy Kid reigns victorious over his adversaries!” The AI was currently moonwalking around the woman mockingly.

“Ugh, Whatever, you’re an AI maybe you plotted the best paths to use or something to get the highest points.” She scoffed at him, pulling out her phone in mock disinterest as Billy gasped at the accusation.

“Me? THE Billy Kid, CHEATING?? A true Starlight Knight NEVER takes shortcuts!” He crosses his arms, annoyed, “You’re just mad because you lost for the third time in a row, Nicole.”

Nicole rolled her eyes, sharp nails tapping through recent messages on her phone, “Actually, we BOTH agreed that I should’ve won the first round since you killed my snake the second before the round ended.”

Billy let out a short huff, display changed to mimic a pouty expression, “Humility is one of the more important qualities in a hero! Even so, I won that round fair and squa-“

“Hold on a second,” she raised a manicured finger to Billy’s face before he could finish his retort, her eyes widened as a specific message popped up on her screen, “It seems our ‘co-worker’ has contacted us. So I guess I’ll let you have the win this time.”

“Nicole,” the white haired woman spoke up finally, pushing herself off the wall she was leaning against, “Even if you did win the first round, wouldn’t the ‘rule of three’ state that-“

“Shh Anby, not now!” Nicole hushed her as she gathered her stuff with sudden haste, “Everyone, let’s go rent some movies!”

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Within the hour, the group arrived at Random Play, meeting the ever tired Wise, who offered them a dreary smile nonetheless before quietly ushering them into the back room of the store. After waving a short greeting to the Bangboo worker 18 and shutting the door tight, the other twin, Belle beamed at the hollow raiders.

“That was quick, Nicole. Had nothing better to do?” she teased the taller woman as she pulled up the commission details on her phone.

“Of course I did, my schedule is always busy, as you know-“

“Busy with being a sore loser~.” A staticy voice crackled from the couch behind her.

“A-hem, but I always have time for my favorite proxy!” Nicole said, ‘bright’ smile barely concealing her otherwise annoyed expression.

With a sigh, Wise jumped into the explanation, fiddling with his jacket sleeve, “We got an urgent commission from Belobog Heavy Industries.” He stepped over with a large tablet in his hands as the entire group gathered around to scan the information presented. Wise continued,

“A companion hollow suddenly formed around a team sent to do work for the day at one of the construction zones owned by Belobog. A majority of the workers and civillians managed to escape or be rescued, but a few that happened to be deeper in the zone are still left inside. Among those left is a particular employee that both Ben and Koleda stressed the importance of.”

Wise paused to let the group take in the information of the employee whose name and picture was displayed along with other general information. Billy cocked his head, reading the name carefully.

“’Bambelle?’ I feel like I’ve heard that name before…” he wondered idly, cupping his chin in thought, before Anby immediately spoke up.

“It’s that goat woman you almost killed in the video store the other day.”

Nicole quickly whipped her head toward him, “What!?”

“I-it’s not like that I swear-!”

“It actually isn’t.” Belle chimed in, getting Nicole’s attention before she gave the poor cyborg an earful.

“Billy and Anby were in the video store not too long ago looking for a movie. Bambelle happened to be there, and she…doesn’t have the best spatial awareness.” The short girl finished with a slightly nervous smile.

“Billy startled her when he came up from behind to ask what movie she was so focused on and she…” Wise continued before trailing off, not sure how to properly explain the next part.

“Died. And then, reanimated.” Anby finished without a hint of humor.

“She fainted.” Belle quickly corrected her.

Nicole blinked, clearly confused but relieved nontheless, “Im…getting different stories…”

“Bambelle suffers from a condition called myotonia congenita.” Anby continued, “It’s a condition that causes the patients’ limbs to lock up whenever they experience sudden surprise or excitement, thus causing them to go limp for up to several minutes. Almost like that zombie movie where the zombies only ‘die’ for a few moments, before coming back to life.”

Belle let out an exhausted sigh at the ending of the explanation, “The general idea is correct. Basically, Billy scared her and her limbs locked up, she fell over for a few seconds. She was perfectly fine, if not a bit annoyed…”

Finally, Nicole let out a relieved sigh, “Great, we can’t go around paying for wrongful death lawsuits.” She let out a shudder at the thought.

Wise cleared his throat, trying to get the group back on topic.

“Koleda and Ben personally asked us to take the commission as soon as they got the news, they’ll be busy taking care of the surviving workers and assessing damages so this is up to us. They’ve showcased a high level of trust in our abilities. So we decided to pick the team we had the most trust in.” The taller sibling finished with a slight smirk toward Nicole.

“Especially since they give us such a generous commission fee~!” Belle tacked on flashing her best winning smile at Nicole, who simply rolled her eyes at the display.

“Yes, yes, I get it,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “Of course I have to give my most loyal clients the best price on our services! As long as they’re willing to return the favor- “

“We cannot forgive any of your debt Nicole, you have a bit too much you owe for that.” Wise states bluntly.

The woman muttered a curse, “Ok ok, consider the commission fee lowered then! H-how about that?”

“But Nicole, what about grocery expenses for the month?” Anby questioned. Nicole smiled back at her, knowing the obvious answer already.

“Billy was so kind as to offer to cover it this month from his paycheck~.” A sputter and crash could be heard from the couch as Billy fell off of it from shock.

“WAIT WHAT??? W-WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?”

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Later, Inside the hollow…

Anby handed the shaking woman in front of her a small pack filled with supplies,

“Take this and follow the route out of the Hollow. The ethereals have been taken care of, don’t worry.”

“Oh, bless you ma’am!” The woman replied, excitedly taking the supplies before booking it in the direction Anby specified. Billy scoffed, rubbing at a scratch he got in the fight they got into before finding the woman.

“Seriously? No blessings for the hero who fought to defeat those monsters in the first place?” While he was pouting, Nicole smugly grinned at him, “A great hero once said, ‘Humility is one of the more important qualities in a hero’.”

“Well, yeah! Of course! But…a little recognition doesn’t hurt…” His screen turned to a hurt expression.

“Come on you guys,” The proxy, through Eous, scolded, “We managed to rescue most of the survivors, but it seems like Bambelle fled further into the hollow. Im getting a signal from that building further ahead.” The Bangboo gestured it’s tiny arms toward a large building in the distance, it appeared to be a sort of warehouse judging from the shipping crates and boxes surrounding it.

“Just be careful, im also getting some activity from outside and inside of it, including a rather large ethereal energy signal inside.”

Nicole tapped a finger on her chin, thinking up a plan of action to deal with the situation. Finally, she turned toward the rest of the group,

“Got it. Me and Billy will stay out here and clear out the ethereals to keep them from interrupting the rescue. Anby, you go in and locate Bambelle, try to steer clear of that dangerous ethereal and if you run into it, contact us immediately.”

Anby responded with a militaristic salute, “Instructions received, proxy, can you lead me to Bambelle while avoiding the ethereal?”

Eous looked at the small device in it’s stubs quizzically, “I can try. The ethereal keeps moving, almost like it’s searching for something…” The little guy shook it’s head before putting the device away. “Follow me, Anby!”

While Nicole and Billy headed toward a group of nearby ethereals, Anby and Eous snuck past the fighting to enter into the warehouse. With Anby quickly defeating the monsters as they encountered them, they were able to get pretty far into the building around where Bambelle’s energy signal was last pinged. Eous took out the device again, moving it around to try to get a better signal.

“Being inside makes it a bit harder to find any signals, but her last ping was a bit ahead, so she couldn’t have gone far. I wonder why she came here in the first place instead of trying to leave…”

Anby pondered the question for a moment, “Maybe, her zombie disease has started progressing to the next stage. In File Z, besides sudden limb locking, those affected would shamble to random locations with no recollection of how they get there or why. It was the virus slowly taking over their mental faculties- “

Eous let out a sigh, “Maybe we should bar you from renting any more zombie movies…wait!” The Bangboo stared wide-eyed at the display in front of it, “The dangerous ethereal, I just got a ping from it, it’s coming closer!”

Anby quickly grabbed Eous and hid behind some nearby boxes. Seconds later, animalistic growling and grunting accompanied with the clacking of nails on the concrete flooring could be heard. Wanting to take note of what the ethereal was, Anby peeked out from the hiding spot, thankful at the fact that the monster was looking away from her.

A large, humanoid frame covered in dark, black antimatter interrupted by shards of rock and metal jutting out from its shoulders and arms greeted her. The monster must have been one of the workers before it transformed, because it also had a power tool, specifically a power saw, attached to the end of one of it’s arms like a mock replacement for a hand. The ball of matter that acted as it’s head controlling it’s body looking around, searching for signs of life. The monster groaned lowly as it took a few steps around the area, clearly aware of Anby and Eous’ presence. Anby barely managed to duck back behind the box as it looked her way. But it seemed it was a second too late, as the pair could hear the monster as it started coming toward them, growling growing louder, a sharp whirring sound as the power saw, apparently still fully functional, started up. It seemed the monster planned on cutting the metal boxes apart to see whatever had just left it’s line of vision.

As Anby grabbed her sword, ready for a fight, a clinking sound nearby caught both her and the ethereals attention. She looked down as a small cylinder rolled over. A moment passed just before a loud bang. Suddenly, she couldn’t see as the entire area was covered in smoke. She coughed out as the unexpected gas entered her nose and mouth, barely registering when her arm was grabbed.

“Go! Run!”

Anby grabbed the confused Eous before following the voice, vision still blurred and senses dulled as she followed the person pulling her in the direction they chose to flee in. A loud roar was heard as the ethereal tried to pursue, but it still hadn’t recovered from the smoke bomb fast enough, thus quickly losing them as they ran deeper into the warehouse and took cover inside of a semi empty metal shipping container. After Anby rubbed at her eyes and took a few breaths, she finally looked toward the person who saved her, letting out breath.

“Bambelle!”

The goat therian woman was still recovering from running, clearly exhausted. The trinket attached to one of her horns shaking wildly as she huffed out breath after breath with her hands resting on her knees. She raised a tired hand to Anby,

“J-just a second. Whew… Thats… the third or fourth time ive…hah…had to run from that guy…” She stretched her arms up, placing her shoulder bag on the ground to stretch her shoulder. Finally, she looked toward Anby with sudden shock.

“You remember my name?” Her eyes lit up in excitement at the notion.

“Of course,” Anby replied, “You were highlighted as one of the workers we had to rescue for this commission.”

Visibly deflating, Bambelle let out a small sigh, “Oh. Right, naturally. That…makes sense.”

Eous tapped it’s small arm against Anby’s leg, “She also remembered your condition! Anby filled her teammates in on your myotonia congenita, all from memory!” The little Bangboo winked up at Anby, hoping she got the hint.

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a zombie vi-“

“SHE WANTED to learn more about you, to help out possibly!” The proxy loudly interrupted.

“Oh!” Bambelle said with a slight smile, “That’s pretty thoughtful! Unfortunately, it’s just something I have to deal with. I remembered to take my medication to help with it this morning though, so it isn’t as bad as it was that day!”

“Medication?” Anby questioned.

“Yeah, I’m a bit forgetful so I didn’t take them that day, under regular circumstances I could walk off a scare that small.” Bambelle explained with a bashful expression, tapping her fingers together. “My medication is special made for people with my condition, it helps keep my limbs from locking so I can function day to day. It has it’s limits of course, but It’s been really helpful for me to be able to outrun that ethereal, as long as I don’t focus on it too much.”

Eous bounced a bit, “Speaking of, that must be why you’re in this warehouse in the first place? To outrun that ethereal?”

The goat woman nodded, “Yep. I was helping some of the workers and civilians get out and I got in the middle of that thing trying to hurt a kid. I guess it held a grudge or something, it hasn’t given up chasing me for awhile now.” The short therian hefted herself up onto one of the boxes to sit on it, absentmindedly kicking her legs as she continued, “Grace gave me a bunch of her shock bombs to modify for a project we were both working on, so I’ve been luring ethereals into puddles and stuff and detonating the bombs to damage them before finishing them off. But that…thing has taken three shocks already and its still going. Im exhausted… And unfortunately, I used the last smoke bomb getting us out of there so, those are gone.”

While Bambelle was explaining, Eous had taken the liberty of digging out the last few shock bombs from Bambelles bag, letting out a hum as the proxy thought up a plan.

“Grace’s bombs are pretty powerful by themselves…that ethereal must have some kind of resistance.”

“Resistance can only work so much, esecially if the explosion is big enough…” Anby offered, following the line of logic the Proxy set out. Bambelle cocked her head, not understanding.

Eous held up two of the five bombs left, “Maybe we can fuse these all together and create a sort of ‘mega-bomb’ to set off on that ethereal. A bigger explosion might be able to take out a bigger monster, after all.”

Bambelle anxiously hummed, “I don’t know, what if we need them to deal with other ethereals?”

“You won’t need those bombs.” Anby swiftly replied, making eye contact with Bambelle, “As long as I’m here, I’ll keep you safe from any ethereals, that’s a promise.” She said with sincerity in her voice. Bambelle’s eyes widened, momentarily stunned, before she recovered, clearing her throat.

“W-well…ok then. I trust you guys!” A warm smile came onto her face as she hopped off the box and gathered the bombs together, new energy coursing through her. “Leave the bomb fusing to me! Just fill me in on the plan details once you get it all worked out.”

Anby couldn’t help the slight smile on her face at the sight of Bambelle’s excitement, but she brushed it away and turned to Eous, “Call Nicole and Billy, we have to start getting ready.”

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The ethereal let out a low rumble as it scanned the area. It had been lured through the warehouse by strange clacking sounds and the occasional sight of the goat woman it had been chasing after, tirelessly dragging itself closer and closer to it’s quarry. It was now at the very end of the warehouse, surely there's nowhere else for her to run. It wandered until it reached a sort of makeshift hallway in a maze of boxes and shipping containers, ambling along the path single-mindedly. A sudden yell had caught its attention down one path it almost passed, turning and locking eyes with the very goat woman it had been chasing all this time at the dead-end of the path, surrounded on all sides by tall shipping containers as she stood defiantly with her eyes locked on it.

“HEY STUPID!” Bambelle yelled toward it, poking out her tongue, “Come and get some!”

The ethereal roared, power saw whirring to life as it barreled down the path full speed toward her. The danger of the situation fully sunk in, causing her anxiety to spike as Bambelle felt her limbs unable to move an inch. Dammit, her limbs locked up. Silently praying for the plan to work as the monster came closer and closer, relief flooded her as Anby dashed up from behind her at just the right moment to knock the power saw away with her sword. The monster stumbled back, caught off guard as Anby was launched backward by the same force, recovering effortlessly.

“Nicole!”

“Take this, you disgusting freak!” Nicole launched out from the open shipping container that the ethereal was next to, the monster too focused on it’s target to see the opening housing both Nicole and Billy as well as the container far opposite them that housed the fused together bomb. With a yell, Nicole lodged the barrel of her gun case into the ethereals side before triggering it, launching the monster straight into the opposite container right on top of the bomb.

“And now,” Billy piped up, aiming toward the bomb with his pistol, “for the finishing touch!”

Firing a high-caliber round straight into the bomb set it off, causing a loud explosion that shook the ground around the team. While the shipping container contained most of the explosion, debris from the boxes inside the container had flown out and scattered around the outside along with smoke and dust that had been aggravated into the air, somewhat clouding the area. As the team let out coughs and sputters, The proxy quickly spoke up through Eous.

“Is everyone alright?”

Bambelle, who was almost knocked over by the force of the explosion before being held up by Anby, sneezed a bit. Rubbing the dust out of her eyes, she responded, “I-I’m f-f-fine. Sorry Im…im still kinda…sh-shaken up…”

Nicole let out breath, fixing one of her ponytails, “It’s a good thing that crate was as far away as it was, otherwise me and Billy would’ve been hit by some of the debris.”

“THAT. WAS. AWESOME!!!” The cyborg in question yelled out followed by a whoop of victory as he did a celebratory dance, “Did’ya see that?! That shot was perfect! AND and the epic line before, ‘and now, for the finishing touch.’” He repeated the line, spinning one of his pistols before mock aiming it at the air, then punching his fist up in excitement. Nicole giggled, endeared by his childlike attitude.

“Awwww man I was SO cool back there! But ya know, it’s all in a day’s work for a he-“

Billy was cut off by a loud roar coming from the container the ethereal was supposed to be dead in. As the smoke and dust in the container still covered it, a hand shot out grabbing onto the ground in front. Anby immediately got in front of Bambelle as Billy let out a groan.

“Ah, I jinxed it, didn’t I?”

“You don’t say.” Nicole retorted, “Everyone, let's get outta here!”

Before they could fully turn, the ethereal emerged from the container. While it’s lower half was blow clean off, it still maintained the power saw and seemingly grew some extra limbs from where it’s body was damaged. And while none of the new limbs seemed to help it’s mobility issue, the extra hands grabbing and dragging it did still give it some speed as it started desperately crawling toward the group, digging the sharp teeth of the saw into the ground to give itself some minuscule leverage. The monster growled and roared as it scrambled toward them, clearly not giving up its pursuit even with its lack of legs.

Bambelle stood completely frozen, staring at the ethereal in horror as her limbs once again locked up completely. She barely registered Anby picking her up in her anxious state, arms only managing to lock themselves around Anby before becoming as useless as the rest of her body.

The team ran full speed away from the ethereal, who tried it’s hardest to chase after them using every limb it had to grab on to boxes and the ground to propel itself forward. Thankfully, it wasn’t quite used to the new mode of travel as it quickly lost sight of the group, letting out one last, long roar as everyone made it outside of the warehouse. The commotion had attracted other ethereals, which Billy and Nicole took care of with Anby helping out as much as possible while still holding a shaking and crying Bambelle close to her. Once the last ethereal was defeated and the area was secure, Eous gestured everyone close so it could activate the Carrot to get everyone out of the hollow.

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Finally outside of the hollow, Billy collapsed on the ground and spread out, face toward the sky as he let out an exhausted sigh. Nicole sat down on her gun-case to catch her breath while Anby set Bambelle down, who immediately curled up and started sobbing.

“I-hic-im so sorry guys!” she wailed out between sobs, face cradled in her arms. “Im such a coward! I should’ve been helping fight but…but…my stupid limbs…” her words trailed off into cries as she continued breaking down. Nicole rubbed the back of her neck, clearly uncomfortable as Billy quickly chimed in,

“Aww come on! You were totally brave! There’s a certain bravery in knowing your weaknesses after all!” He cheerfully chimed, thinking that he was actually helping.

“Billy!” Nicole scolded, before clearing her throat and trying herself, “You were very helpful to the plan, Bambelle! I mean, we did need someone to be bait after all, you were perfect!”

Billy glanced over at her, annoyed, “And that was better than what I said??”

“Bambelle,” Anby piped up, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, “You were the one who managed to fuse the bombs together and lured the ethereal into place. If you ask me, that’s very brave of you.”

The small goat woman finally looked toward Anby, face still partially concealed, “I…I guess…”

“I know. You helped get me to safety earlier, and you were brave enough to face that monster down till the end. You don’t need to fight to be strong.” Anby finished with a small smile, the sight managing to cheer Bambelle up enough to smile a bit herself.

“Thanks, you guys…” Bambelle sniffles, wiping her tears away. “You’re all so nice to me despite this whole mess and me getting you into a fight with that dangerous ethereal.”

“Ah,” Nicole says with a dismissive wave, “We’ve faced ethereals that could eat that thing for breakfast, it’s just that our job was to get you out safely, not to fight.”

“I mean it.” Bambelle emphasized, shakily managing to get to her feet with Anby's help, “The first chance I get, I’m gonna make it up to you guys, I promise.”

Hearing this, Nicole got up on her feet and immediately jumped at the chance, “Weeeellll, If you’re really serious about it, we do happen to take tips and bonuses for our top-notch services~!”

“AHEM, the commission fee from Belobog is quite generous already, there’s no need to ask for more, Nicole.” The proxy jutted in as Eous jumped up in front of Bambelle to redirect Nicoles attention from haggling the poor woman. Nicole let out a huff as she pouted. “Fine. It’s our pleasure to simply do a job well done or whatever…”

Bambelle hummed thoughtfully, before an idea came to her, “Oh, my paycheck should be coming in soon! I can treat you guys to dinner sometime next week, you can pick the place!”

Billy tried to gesture for Bambelle not to do that, but Nicole piped up, “OH that's so generous of you! I know some great restaurants that I can only go to once in a blue moon, they’re a bit ah…pricey but I won’t leave the full bill to you of course, Billy and Anby can donate some money from their paychecks to it!”

“BOSS come oonnnn!” Billy whined as Anby simply sighed and shook her head.

“What? If it makes you feel better, I’ll take care of the grocery bill, alright? Besides, it’s only fair after you gave our client here quite the scare last time.”

“How was I supposed to know about her condition?! Besides, you still owe me a bowl of ramen since I won our round of games earlier!”

“As we both agreed, I should’ve won the first round! And I bet you cheated last round too!”

“Guys,” Eous bounced up to the pair to try to calm them down, “Maybe we should talk this out after we turn in the commission!”

While the trio were busy arguing, Bambelle went up to Anby, an embarrassed expression prominent on her face as she looked toward the ground. “H-hi.”

“Is something wrong? Are you hurt?” Anby immediately asked, mistaking her behavior for signs of discomfort. Bambelle shook her head.

“No no, Im fine, don’t worry! I just…wanted to apologize…I guess…”

When Anby simply blinked in response, Bambelle continued, “For, y’know, crying into your ear earlier when you were holding me. A-and for holding you so tightly when you were running, I was probably hurting you.”

“Oh.” Anby said simply, holding her chin in thought, “My noise-cancelling headphones were active, so I wasn’t too bothered by your screaming. As for the holding, you aren’t difficult to carry, and besides I was okay with you holding me tightly.”

Bambelles eyes widened as her cheeks got hotter, “Really?”

“Yep. It made it much easier to carry you.” She finished.

Trying not to let her disappointment show through, Bambelle gave Anby a somewhat forced smile, “Great. Im glad I could make things easier on your end!”

Anby studied her for a second, brushing away the thought she just had, “Let’s get you back to Belobog, Im sure they’ll be glad to see you safe.”

Bambelle nodded, “Let’s head out then!”

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A giant bear therian nervously looked over some records next to a much shorter, red-haired woman. He let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his head at the large estimation in front of them, “This might cut into expenses much more than we planned for the month, President Koleda.”

The woman shook her head dismissively as she crossed her arms in front of her. Her shoulder hurt slightly from how tensed they were, but as always she simply ignored the feeling, “As long as everyone is safe and healthy, we can pay however much it takes. Besides Ben, incidents like these are covered under our employment contract, not to mention the meetings we have every day, our employees are well aware of the risks. Im more worried about the poor civilians caught in the crossfire, and about the safety of-“

“Bamby!!” Ben shouted as he stopped looking over the records and went toward the group who finally made it to the Belobog Heavy Industries temporary headquarters. Bambelle smiled widely, almost forgetting what Ben just called her. At least until Nicole spoke up with a snicker.

“Bamby?” the leader glanced at Bambelle after repeating the nickname, who looked away nervously, quickly regaining her composure to look calmer than she was at finally seeing her closest companion.

“B-Ben! Don’t call me that in front of others!” Bambelle quietly scolded the giant bear, who sulked a bit. Seeing his reaction, a wave of guilt and relief immediately crashed over her as she realized how much she missed him over the past few hours of this nightmare, and she swept her embarrassment aside to wrap her arms as much as possible around Ben in a big hug, who reciprocated immediately. “Who am I kidding, I missed you so much Ben!” She exclaimed, on the verge of tears again already.

Koleda cleared her throat, previously tensed shoulders now visibly relaxing at the sight of Bambelle safe and sound in the arms of Ben. “Glad to see that your back, Bamby- er, Bambelle.” She turned toward the group which now included Belle instead of Eous, Wise never really like being in the spotlight.

“And as for you guys,” Koleda continued with a grateful smile, “We managed to get the rest of the civilians out of the hollow safe and sound thanks to you! The payment will be wired to you as soon as we sort out the damages, expect it around two days from now.”

Belle cheerfully clapped her hands together, “As always, it was a pleasure working with you guys, thank you so much for trusting us with this mission, Koleda.”

Koleda nodded and went toward Ben and Bambelle, who were still close to each other as Ben bombarded her with questions about her wellbeing. Bambelle scolded him once again, gesturing toward the group who were about to leave and turning toward them to give them a wave.

“Thank you guys so much, for everything!” She called toward them, a wide, bright smile on her face as Ben also bowed and waved to them. The group gave their own goodbyes as they turned and went toward the van to leave.

As they were walking, Billy, who had his hands clasped behind his head, let out a yawn, “Man, all that saving really gets a guy tired. And hungry…”

“I agree, I say we get burgers for dinner tonight.” Anby said, looking toward Nicole with a slight spark of hope in her eye. Nicole rolled her eyes.

“I guess we did do a great job back there…fine, my treat I suppose.” She relented. Anby and Billy let out exclaims as Belle once again pulled out her winning smile.

“Hopefully that includes your favorite proxies as well?” She said giving the leader a puppy dog expression.

“Ugh don’t look at me like that! Yes, yes of course that includes you two. If only we could’ve invited Bambelle, Im sure she would’ve loved having the chance to talk to Anby some more~” her tone took on a teasing lilt toward the end of her sentence as she glanced over to Anby, who looked slightly confused. “What do you mean?”

Nicole scoffed at how dense her friend was, she really didn’t catch on?

“Come on, you saw how excited she was talking to you back there! She was smiling and everything, she has a crush on you, dummy!”

Anby simply shook her head, “She was in the middle of a high stress situation, her nerves were most likely acting up.”

“Yeah! Plus,” Billy chimed in, unable to read the conversation, “If I were in the presence of someone who saved my life, I’d be pretty excited too, y’know.”

Nicole, frustrated, crossed her arms and pouted at the both of them teaming up against her, “Whatever, it’ll smack you in the face sooner or later.” With that, she suddenly gained newfound speed and made it to the van quickly, with Belle and Billy rushing to catch up. Anby strayed behind a bit, thinking on Nicoles words in addition to her interactions with Bambelle. She was pretty excited. And the way she always smiled at Anby…

Anby cleared the thoughts from her head. Nicole was most likely just messing with her. Brushing the thoughts aside once again, she caught up to the van.

End! ^.^

[gnomeniche]

OCs: The House at the Hellmouth

sorry i haven’t posted in a hot second i was thinking too hard abt oc-ifying my deemis humanization designs bc i love drawing their faces and shapes and i wanna keep them. so here’s The House At The Hellmouth, or hellmouth for short. it’s a low-stakes urban fantasy about these guys and their sometimes-magical issues.

for various reasons, three dudes who barely know each other have ended up living together in an extremely haunted house whose basement contains The Hellmouth™, a portal to a dangerous part of the magical world that must be watched over lest shit leak into the mundane world. most of the story is about them learning to live with each other and themselves as they slowly get more embroiled in the mysteries of the house and each other’s backstories.

it’s still very obviously inspired by deemis but hopefully it will grow into its own thing as i develop it. i put it in a more grounded genre even tho i love the weirdness and abstraction of deemis for that reason. it does use several ideas from my normal au but not as many as you’d expect? it’s way way more fantasy.

also i unbritished them. first of all to distance it more and second because it’s easier to write urban fantasy in a place you’re familiar with. the hellmouth is in Kansas because why wouldn’t it be.

so given that + the magic portal world in this universe + the focus on Home, they’ve got an Oz Motif going on. which is appropriate given that deemis is very Alice-like. kids’ isekais from diff countries.

anyway here’s the guys. average monster of the week party.

orange: Clove Spindlebinder. the not-so-brainless “scarecrow”. scatterbrained but talented and creative. an embarrassment to his powerful wizard parents. sent to the hellmouth house from the magic world to toughen him up. would really prefer to do sewing magic but his enchanted thread has many useful applications in dealing with creatures. his parents are Rosemary Spindlebinder and Thyme Wyrdrender, two powerful members of the wizard council who are extremely divorced. the only thing they agree on is that they are disappointed in him. rosemary has custody, so he only counts as part of her family.

dark blue: Lucas Taylor. the not-so-spineless “lion”. quiet and awkward but resourceful and stubborn in the face of weird shit. literally just some guy aggressively concealing his ability to see magical stuff because he doesn’t want to be called a freak. answered clove’s Help Wanted ad intended only for magical people. stays even after he sees the hellmouth bc he doesn’t have to pay rent as long as he helps with the horrors. has a bad relationship with his family and especially his twin brother, Linden, who tried to distance himself from him as much as possible when they were kids.

teal: Ambrose Sherman. the not-so-heartless “tin man”. persnickety and mischievous but extremely lonely and motivated above all by care for his loved ones. an unaging undead who took the fall for his resurrector’s crimes to protect him. condemned by the wizard council to guard the hellmouth as punishment and has been here for a few decades. cannot go far from the house. his resurrector is Peregrine, who is maybe some kind of lich who dabbles in forbidden magic? idk but he’s bad news. unfortunately ambrose is very in love with him.

also the house itself is a character. it has something of a personality (not necessarily malevolent, sometimes friendly, often capricious) and its internal dimensions shift. sometimes it simply grows new rooms. the mystery behind the house and why the hellmouth even exists is Part Of This Story but damn if i know how i’m gonna have that shake out yet. i do have ideas for arcs but i don’t wanna write it all out here so that’s all for now.

here’s some bonus scribbles. i’m still figuring them and their designs out so this is all subject to change.

[oflgtfol]

Ive never read venom 2003 before https://oflgtfol.tumblr.com/post/751671883581325312/nvm-about-the-comments-people-are-unironically#notes and bc of this post i looked it up for the art style and. I like personally just barely tolerate it tho im somebody whose just Immune to this point to ugly art styles ive seen em all they cant hurt me anymore but my thing is like. Isnt venom 2003 a thing spoof? Like based off the thing??? Why did they get a hyper cartoony guy for this…. Like… huh… isnt it meant to be scary i heard???

ok so a few things

regarding the art style first:

venom comics are quite frankly full of ugly fucking art styles so i too am kind of immune to them. just like, any of the mid to late 90s venom solo comics were butt fucking ugly. HOWEVER. venom 2003 is a specific king of ugly that is particularly atrocious to me. just something about the noses, the lips, the jawlines, it's basically just the caricature art style??? but like, in a comic for some reason??? and i also really hate the caricature art style so much i don't understand why people A. make art in that style and B. pay others to make art of them in that style

but whatever. ugly art is very common in comics of all walks of life. it's fine. but the real kicker, and the real thing i was talking about that prompted me to make that specific post, is this fucking page:

i have such beef with this man over how he draws female characters. it is so needlessly objectifying and dehumanizing. like, the male characters get to just exist, but oh god, how dare a woman wake up from her slumber, we must must must depict her languid curves and the rotundity of her breasts !!! combine this very deliberate objectification with the stupid fucking pouty lips choice behind the art style in general, it's just so gross

and then, the icing on the cake was the comments on readcomiconline about that specific page from venom 2003:

(how dare you put the good name of sleeper symbiote to shame like this!!!!!!!!)

anyway, and moving onto The Thing spoof:

yeah so the "shiver" arc of venom 2003 (because this god forsaken comic run is separated into arcs for some fucking reason) was a riff on The Thing (1982). which, how dare you put the good name of The Thing to shame like this.

and like, i do really think that a symbiotes x thing crossover idea could work. a symbiote who goes rogue, who has no qualms with killing anyone around and doesn't care about its hosts, absolutely would basically be like The Thing and as a fan of body horror i'd love to see a take on symbiotes like that. instead of just oh big claw monster kills people, what about big goo alien assimilates you and rends you apart atom by atom !?!?!?!!? just wish it wasn't in the image of Venom Symbiote, my beloved babygirl who has never done anything wrong ever in its entire life

and yes, the body horror aspect of symbiotes x thing doesn't even hit correctly because the art style is just so atrocious. like, the body horror itself isn't grotesque because the art itself is grotesque, and not in any meaningful way. like Venom: The Hunger (1996) is also quite fucking ugly with its art style but its purposefully ugly - the muted, putrid colors with the heavy black shading are meant to be off-putting, to visually echo the frame of mind that symby, and by extension eddie, is in. because the whole story is about how symby is sick, so a putrid color palette feels sickly, and the grotesque shading makes every character look monstrous, because the sickness is warping their sense of reality and genuinely making them feel like they're surrounded by monsters. IT WORKS FOR THE STORY!!!! but venom 2003 it's just, plain bad art. it's cartoony, it's like a caricature, it does not lend itself to body horror on par with The Thing. caricature art styles are great for like, an uncanny valley feel, but that's not what venom 2003 is going for. it has the chutzpah to show rooms littered with dead bodies, but the art style is so fucking messy and chaotic that i literally cannot make sense of what i'm looking at, so therefore the horror of it doesn't hit me. there is no visual clarity or purpose and worst of all IT'S SEXIST and i hate it

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

Sure, I'll be curious anon!

I guess the names do make sense! Dei especially is really cool. I'd love to get a more detailed description of your Links, how they're different and what they're like. If that's too much, though, I'd like to know specifically more about Leo and Tear!

(also, have you read any of Four More Champions by Zarvasace on AO3? It's a Four Swords Breath of the Wild crossover, and their version of Vio is named Vari, too, after.... uh.... *looks it up* Variolite, the rock. It's neat that you both came up with the same name in different ways!)

~ c

I'm a huge fan of Zarvasace's work, and even tho I've read that series, I completely forgot that version of Vio's name XD Great minds think alike I guess.

I'm glad you think Dei is cool, and I'm starting to like him myself as I figure him out more ^u^

I'd be down for describing the characters at length eventually, but I have a feeling I'll run out of room on this post, so feel free to poke me again later on if you'd like. I have yet to finish Tears of the Kingdom, and I'm still trying to avoid posting spoilers for at least a little bit longer, so I'll have to talk about Tear later on. Leo, on the other hand ^u^

So, he's the Link from that manga that's in the Hyrule Historia book. I know most people call him First since he's the first hero, but for some reason my brain latched onto the idea of him being like a lion. Not necessarily the animal, but embodying courage and stuff like that. Leo just came from the constellation. Anyway! Background!

In the manga, he dies after fighting Demise and Hylia was too late to save him. Well, I'm changing that a bit and saying that instead, he barely survived and was only able to watch as the Hylians were put into the sky on what would become Skyloft. He got left behind and not even Hylia cared to save him in the end. He fought Demise and managed to get him to where the Sealed Grounds would be so that he could be sealed in place by Hylia. She left after that, leaving Leo to tend to his wounds alone. He is bitter toward her because of that, yet still respects her because of her status as a goddess.

His wounds never fully recovered because of the amount of Malice poured into all of Demise's blows, so he has a lot of scarring burned black into his skin. At the beginning of the Links meeting up for the first time, he sees them near a statue of the goddess that he was leaning against only a day or so after his battle with Demise.

Leo is 30 and somewhat jaded after everything he's been through, but he still finds it fun to mess with the younger heroes. He isn't completely serious, but he tends to be more mature.

I'll have to see if I can draw out these characters at some point, especially because I ended up adding three more to the list XD

[penguinwriter24]

Chapter 15 : My Happy Ending? [ EN ]

TW : mention of torture ( no graphic, tho ) should be it. If I forgot something tell me.

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Dahlia

Dahlia had attended Edmund's coronation. She had been in the front row and without really knowing why, she had cried throughout the coronation. She was just so happy for him and she had to express it somehow.

“His Majesty King Edmund the Just.” announced Glenstorm.

Everyone bowed to the new King of Narnia. Edmund smiled when the Narnians present straightened up, then he sat down on the only throne present. Dahlia could tell from her attitude that Edmund found this really strange. She could easily guess why, the last time he was in this room, Peter, Lucy and Susan were with him going to be crowned and there he was all alone on the dais.

After the ceremony, there would be a reception, like a ball. It had been Dahlia's idea to change everyone's minds a bit. For the time of an evening, the Narnians would forget the horrors of battle and return to some semblance of normalcy. All the people had been invited, not a single person or creature had been excluded.

Dahlia was locked in her room, she had washed up and she just had on a long white shirt whilst she was searching for the perfect outfit to please Edmund.

“No, not the pink one. Edmund doesn’t like pink.” she was thinking aloud.

The dress was a light pink color, it fell slightly to the shoulders with a thin fabric, the sleeves came to the elbow and the same thin fabric completed the rest of the sleeve. The bodice was different from other dresses she owned, this one had buttons down the front to close it. She had a simple petticoat that reached to the floor. There was a small train behind. The dress was simple but beautiful. Besides, it was Dahlia's favorite dress.

“In fact, Edmund doesn't like pink when it's on anyone other than you. When it's sure you, on the other hand, Edmund really likes it.”

Dahlia jumped and turned when she heard Edmund's voice echoing in her room. Dahlia put her hand to her chest, as if doing so would help her heartbeat slow down.

“You scared me!”

“Sorry.” Edmund laughed lightly.

So Dahlia took the pink dress and put it in front of her to make sure it still fit, that the dress was still perfect. For that evening, Dahlia wanted everything to be perfect, from the beginning to the end of the evening.

“So…the pink one?”

“The pink one.” comfirmed Edmund.

Dahlia put the dress on her bed and walked over to Edmund. She wrapped her arms around his waist and she rested her head on Edmund's shoulder. Edmund hugged her to his body.

“What are you doing here, by the way?”

“I came here to hide. Barely crowned and already being asked for my opinion on things where I clearly have no opinion. I'm asked to sign a stack of documents as tall as I am and asked if I prefer ruby red or wine red for new paint when all I see is just red.”

“You already went throught all of this, it should be easier. You have the opportunity to do better than the first time. I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

“Perhaps. Plus, I wanted to see you. We didn’t really get the chance to spend much time together.”

“That is true. But we’ll got all the time in the wolrd to spend time together tonight.”

Dahlia felt Edmund nod, she felt him kiss the top of her head too.

“I need to go back.”

“I know but do you really have to?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Dahlia reluctantly pulled away, she smiled tenderly at him before watching Edmund back away until he collided with a wall, then he walked normally.

Dahlia closed her bedroom door before starting to get ready. She did not want to be late for the ball.

The ball had started, the orchestra was playing lively music and almost all the guests were dancing. Dahlia was chatting with Narnians her own age, she cast furtive glances in Edmund's direction. She had said that they would have "all the time in the world" to hang out together, but in the end, they could barely share a smile. She was sad but she hid it behind a pretty smile to avoid arousing suspicion.

Dahlia had dreamed night and day for months that Edmund would come back to her and that they could live their little idyll in peace, but that had been far from the case. She didn't blame Edmund, she had been kidnapped and the day after her rescue Jadis had started a war, they barely had time to see each other. And, she knew that now that Edmund was King again, they were going to have even less time to see each other.

However, that did not matter to her. She was willing to take the risk if it meant spending a few minutes with Edmund at the end of the day. A few minutes was always better than none.

Out of the corner of her eye, Dahlia saw Edmund exit the Ballroom. She apologized to the girls she was "chatting" with and then followed Edmund.

“Didn't you plan to leave a ball given in your honor? And without dancing at least once with me?”

Edmund turned to her slowly; Dahlia found Edmund's gaze strange, it was something she had never seen in him before.

“I think you should find someone else to dance with tonight, Dahlia.”

Dahlia frowned, that was definitely not how she had imagined the evening would turn out.

“What is that supposed to mean, exactly?” Dahlia asked shyly.

“We both know what it means.”

Dahlia finally understood what Edmund meant. If she was right, then she would not let him off the hook so easily. She would make him say things out loud. He had to suffer the consequences of this decision seeing the sadness and disappointment on Dahlia's face. And, she hoped he would see her facial expression every night before he fell asleep for the rest of his life.

“No, no, Eds! I don’t know what it means. Say things clearly.”

“Dahlia, please. Dont make me sy it out loud.”

“You’re about to break my heart, why should I make things easier for you?”

Edmund sighed in frustration before running his hand over his face then he looked up into Dahlia's dark brown eyes. Dahlia noticed that Edmund's eyes were filled with tears.

“You should find someone else to dance with because…because me and you, we should stop seeing each other. It’s for the best.”

“It’s for the best for whom exactly?”

“Dahlia, please…you know it's best for both of us. For you.”

“Oh, so now you know better than me what’s best or not for me?”

Edmund ran his hand through his hair and he sighed again in frustration. He then nodded to Dahlia to follow her. Dahlia followed him without saying a word. They entered an empty room, Dahlia closed the door behind them.

Edmund wasted no time before speaking again.

“We have to face the facts, Dahlia. I don't want your life to be ruined. If we continue like this, you…”

“‘I’ what? Hm?”

“You'll end up taking a back seat or wallowing without you and I even realizing it. There will always be a mountain of documents, meetings, trips to the most distant regions of Narnia and hundreds of people who will come between us. Before...before we know it you'll become a neglected woman and you deserve much better than that, Dahlia. And…”

Dahlia heard the sincerity and the sadness in Edmund's voice, she understood the reasons that had pushed Edmund to take this decision and a part of her loved him even more to want to protect her from a possible misfortune, but a more much of her hated him for making that decision without considering her opinion or how she felt. Even if in itself, her opinion would have been far from rational, she also had a say, whether their relationship was official or not, there were two of them in this story and Dahlia felt that Edmund had no reason to take the decision without consulting her first.

Dahlia chooses, for once, anger and selfishness. She was tired of waiting for her turn, she was tired of seeing all the women around her taste happiness while she, each time she approached, was denied the right to do so. Dahlia would not let her chance pass. Not again. Not if she had the chance to avoid it.

“And what? Go through it, Edmund! C’mon! Finish your sentence and break my heart once and for all! Go on!” she screamed the last two words. “I didn't survive the torture Jadis inflicted on me for three months, I didn't cling to the hope of seeing you again one day just to hear you tell me that you don't want me anymore!”

Edmund looked once more into Dahlia's. Dahlia held his gaze, she wouldn't lower her eyes. Not this time.

“I'm not sure I can love you like you deserve. I…I'm not the ideal, perfect man you imagine. I thought that after her death everything would be settled, that I could start a new life because the wounds of the past would finally heal and disappear, but that is not the case. I still have so much hate in me, I still have so much self-hate, and the weight of guilt still keeps me up at night. But how am I supposed to love you when I don't love who I am? And how could I give you all of me when I'm only half a man? I'll drag you down with me and…”

“And I deserve better, yes I know, you already said that. But you see, Edmund, I’m the one to decide what I want or who I want in my life.”

Dahlia's heart broke under the weight of Edmund's words, but not for the reasons she believed. It had broken because Edmund was in pain and all the while he had suffered in silence, all alone in his corner. Her heart broke thinking that Edmund would rather suffer alone than ask for her help. He loved her so much that he did not want the darkness that had taken over his heart to stain Dahlia's.

Dahlia took a deep breath before moving towards Edmund, she slipped her small hands into Edmund's.

“You will listen to me carefully, Edmund Pevensie.” her tone was both soft and firm. “You're not alone anymore, okay? I am there. I am here and I will be by your side until the end. You don't have to pretend with me, I know all about it, let me share this pain with you, Ed. Together, we can get through this. We have already proven it, together we are stronger. I'll be there to hold your hand, I'll be there to hug you on the nights you can't sleep. And, if we put enough effort into this relationship, neither of us will be neglected. We can make this relationship work, while taking the time to mend in you what was broken in you when you were still a child. Don't push me away, Edmund. I know that together we can achieve this. I'm convinced. But…”

Dahlia let go of Edmund's hands and put some distance between them. It tore her to do this but she knew she could not force him to do something he did not want to do.

“But if you don't want to, if I haven't managed to change your mind, then I will respect your decision. You want the best for me and I want the best for you too. The final decision is yours and I will respect it.”

Dahlia left the room before Edmund could answer. She closed the door behind her before returning to the Ballroom. Dahlia went to get something to drink, then stared at the open door, patiently waiting for Edmund to return.

[yumethefrostypanda]

Leah x Ghost

WIP snippet, this is just an idea sketch 8)

WITHOUT MY RAMBLING: (...) A small icebreaker what got them a bit closer was the interesting jokes Ghost rarely spoke. No one really got it, or laughed. Untill Leah heard it for the first time in a full room whilst Ghost was telling someone his joke "Two goldfish are in a tank..one turns to the other 'You know how to drive this thing?'" ..for everyone to hear. Leah burst out in laughter, her first genuine cry laughter since they found her. She laughed so hard that tears were starting to flow down her cheeks, quickly putting her hand flat against her mouth from embarresment of not being able to stop laughing. Everyone had a smile on their face. Especially Simon, smiling behind his skull balaclava. His brown eyes following her frame as she waved everyone goodbye with her free hand as she left the room, still laughing. (...)

A small icebreaker what got them a little bit closer was the silly/weird/dad jokes Ghost rarely spoke. No one really got it, or laughed/found them funny Q_Q.. untill Leah heard it for the first time.. in a full room with 141, Laswell (etc.) whilst Ghost was telling someone his interesting joke (idk yett, how or who or what let alone the joke.. halp, would he even tell a joke in a full room tho? he must have reason right? maybe i'll even change the whole ass setting WIPP). I like his jokes tho, esp; "Two goldfish are in a tank..one turns to the other 'You know how to drive this thing?'." Leah burst out in laughter, her first genuine cry laughter since they found her (months later after being held captive for 6ish years, underground WIP). She laughed so hard that tears starting to flow down her cheeks, quickly putting her hand flat against her mouth from embarresment of not being able to stop laughing and (almost) everyone had a smile on their face (or something argh idk yet). Esp. Simon, his smile and soft (short?my brain is fried)chuckle behind his skull balaclava. His brown eyes following her frame as she waved everyone goodbye with her free hand as she left the room/area, still laughing.

But just imagine ^_^ Thanks for reading! Hope u like it.

Some quick facts about Leah: - Female - Early/mid 30's - Halfblood - Height; 160cm - Hair; brown - Eyes; brown - Occupation: Trauma Surgeon in training in the end she will be the field surgeon for TF141/under Laswell's command.. she has no military experience (yet) tho, but i got it 80% worked out how it's gonna work :3 Seeing Ghost learning her how to use a sidearm in later stages *_* - Was in a serious relationship with John Price (in one/this universe 8)) - Went on a fieldtrip with other students, got caputered and used/abused for her/their skills (heavy WIP) - Was pronounced dead a year later, police reports seemed believable - Laswell received an audio file -from one of her contacts- 6ish years later. On that (short) audio file she heard Leah in distress, calling out for help.

No faceclaim for her yet, but i'm leaning towards Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy VII, since she's my fave female fictional character.

©Square Enix. FFVII If u want to know more about my OC Leah Vos (who is barely alive rn as in, me too busy and not serious enough to finish it since i lack writing skills.. but i like the thought Q_Q) my askbox/dm's is open :) I got the blue print/story in my head for about 80%. There should be a snippet of Leah x Ghost and Leah Vos x John Price on my tumblr somewhere.

Well then..

[harryconcepts]

part 57

harry bringing you your coffee in the morning 🥹 you're still sleeping but he misses you and wants to talk to you so he's brushing the hair out of your face and whispering "good morning pretty girl, it's time to wake up" and you're groaning and pushing him away, but he just smiles and climbs in next to you to cuddle you close 🥹 he rubs your back gently and murmurs "it's so pretty out today, think we should go for a walk a little later" and you sigh saying "later, I'm still sleeping" and he kisses your forehead 🥹 then he says "i brought you some coffee" and starts to sit up, pulling you with him, and you're still in his lap with your head on his shoulder as he reaches for your cup 🥹 you thank him as you take a sip, and he says "but since it's such a complicated drink you're going to owe me a few kisses" and you nod saying "i think that can be arranged" and lean up to kiss his cheek 🥹

sorry plugrry is my favorite concept EVER like just think about smoking with him 🤭 maybe you're one of those people who gets a little horny when you're high and that is fine by him bc he'll make out with you for as long as you want 🤭 so you're on his lap kissing at his neck grinding slowly on him and his head tips back on the couch and he moans softly before he takes another hit 🤭 he grabs your face and blows the smoke into your mouth bc he knows you like it 🤭 and that's how you spend the rest of your afternoon 🤭 you're honestly just obsessed with each other 🤭 your parents don't like him but you don't care bc you love each other and he treats you better than anyone ever has before 🤭

but going to bestierry's concert with your baby and he talks to her between songs 🥹🥹🥹🥹 she's shy and hiding her face at first but when she realizes it's still just her harry she gets a little bolder and returns his thumbs up when he asks if she's having a good time 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 then near the end she's falling asleep bc it's past her bedtime and he points at her making a little 🙏🏻 motion by his head and you laugh, nodding as you rock her gently 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 after the show you go to his dressing room bc he asked if you would and he has you lay her down to sleep a little more while you talk 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹he's so happy having his favorite girls with him 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

harry literally just loves pleasuring you 🤕 he loves seeing you feel good and knowing he's the one that can do that for you 🤕 he's just obsessed with making you cum and hearing the pretty noises you make for him and the way you cuddle into him afterwards 🤕

no he just loves to spoil his girl 😋he gets you your complicated coffee and your favorite snacks and randomly gives you his card and sends you to go buy a new outfit (or several) or just whatever your little heart desir

imagine being famous on the same level as harry but you don't really know each other, even tho you both have slight crushes 🤭 maybe Harry posts that pic of him and Beto on his story and you reply to it with a "blushing rn" not expecting him to respond but he does 🤭 he says "oh yeah? why's that" and you're feeling brave so you say "what can i say, you're both very handsome" and that's how you start your little flirtationship 🤭

he first time you say i love you to Harry 😔 it would slip out one night when you're staying in together, you're cooking dinner and singing in the kitchen 😔 you look up and see him shaking his hips to the beat as he cuts some vegetables, and you just sigh "i love you so much" and he freezes, your eyes go wide when you realize what you just said and you're backpedalling saying "I didn't mean to say that- it's really soon, i know, you don't have to-" but he's wiping his hands and rushing over to you, he puts his hands on your waist and says "do you really?" and you nod, and he breaks into the biggest smile when he says "i love you too, you have no idea how long I've wanted to say that" and you're both smiling so big you can barely kiss him back 😔

WAIT WAIT WHAT IF YOU DID ONE OF THOSE HEART MONITOR INTERVIEWS AND EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT YOUR CRUSH ON HIM SO THEY SHOW YOU A PICTURE OF HARRY AND EVERYONE TEASES YOU SO HARD WHEN YOUR HEART RATE SKYROCKETS 😭😭😭 he would definitely text you saying "oh so you think I'm handsome? cute even?" being such a flirty little pest 😭😭😭

where is harry to cuddle me and kiss my forehead ? I'm on my period it's what i need and deserve ... where is he to put his hand on my tummy to help the cramps? where is he to feed me chocolate and draw a warm bath for me? hm????

harry finding out you're into some freaky shit 🤭 you grab his hand and put it on your throat and basically beg him to tie your hands to the bed and he can tell you love it when he edges you 🤭🤭

Harry's sleepy girl who's always always falling asleep on him 😔every movie you watch together and during wine nights with your friends and just whenever you're next to him but he doesn't care he loves it so much that you feel comfortable and safe with him 😔

one of the first times you have sex with Harry, you're still pretty inexperienced but he's always so sweet and gentle with you 😔 he can tell you want something, there's a look on your face like you really want to ask for something but he can't tell what, so he slows down and brushes some hair out of your face, he's breathing heavily but he says "tell me what you want, baby, tell me what you want and I swear I'll give it to you" and you're shaking from how good it feels and because you're just a tiny bit overwhelmed, but you manage to grab his hand from next to your head and rest it on your throat 🤕 his eyes go wide, glancing between his fingers and your face, and he breathes out "really?" and you nod, squeezing your hand around his so he knows you really mean it 🤕 he uses just a tiny bit more pressure and you let out the prettiest whine, clutching at his arm to keep him there 🤕 he starts moving his hips slowly again, and your eyes slip closed from how good everything feels 🤕

not to be gross but the sex w harry would be so fucking good after you get married 😵‍💫 seeing the ring on your finger and knowing you belong to him and you're his wife would have him going feral 😵‍💫

harry somehow managing to keep you away from any and all dwd spoilers (including the trailer that gave us everything juicy🙄) so when it's finally done you settle into the couch together to watch it 😌the first sex scene comes on and your eyes go wide bc you didn't know there was anything so graphic in this movie and he's watching your face the whole time 😋 when the scene is over you turn your head to look at him and you're like "what the fuck harry" and he has the biggest grin as he giggles 😋 you're grabbing the remote to pause the movie and you're climbing into his lap, his hands go to your hips and you say "that was literally porn, you've been keeping that from me all this time?" and he only smiles bigger as you dip down to kiss him 😋

one of the first times you have sex with Harry, you're not super experienced so you haven't really done anything crazy but this time he can tell you want to ask for something so he's grabbing your chin making you look at him and he says "tell me what you want so i can give it to you" and you manage to get out "tell me I'm good- that I'm a good girl for you" and he gets the biggest smirk on his face saying "you are, you're such a good girl for me- telling me just what you want while you're making me feel so fucking good" and you cum in seconds 😌

hey so don't kys but i just wanted to remind you that Harry knows what getting wet is and that he likes to have his girl touch herself while he watches and that whenever he sings that line he runs his hand down his body like a whore. no literally imagine him whispering "get yourself wet for me" while he kisses at your neck 🪂🪂🪂🪂🪂🪂 ofc you're never going to say no to him so you slide your hand down and when you think he'll be satisfied you move your fingers up and rest them on his lips so he can clean them off 🪂🪂🪂🪂🪂🪂🪂🪂

okay plugrry finding out you have a thing for praise 😵‍💫🫠😍🤭😁 he already calls you sweet girl and all sorts of cute pet names but when he finds that out he just goes off 😵‍💫🫠😍🤭😁 constantly calling you his good girl to fluster you and rile you up and especially in the bedroom to see how it makes you blush 😵‍💫🫠😍🤭😁

I think plugrry is absolutely filthy and nasty 🤭 maybe you're hooking up but aren't official or exclusive or anything, then he goes out of town for a week or so to visit his family and when he comes back he's texting you asking if he can come over 🤭 you really missed him so you're jumping him right away, and he's pulling your clothes off before you can even ask about his trip 🤭he groans when he feels how wet you are, and he slips his fingers inside saying with a smirk "you weren't with anyone while i was gone, were you? i can tell by how desperate you are, and how you're still so tight for me" and you have to close your eyes 🤭 you shake your head saying "no, there was no one else- it's just you" and he's not sure exactly what that means, but that conversation can wait a few minutes 🤭 he says "such a good girl, waiting for me to come back and take care of you... want you to cum on my fingers, can you do that?" and it's not like you're going to say no 🤭

thinking about Harry's daughter in baby ballet 😭😭 wearing her little tutu with her hair up in a little sprout bc it's not quite long enough for a bun and her little ballet slippers 😭 he goes to every single class and he loves to watch her 😭 even tho it's all 2 year olds who can barely walk in a straight line he thinks she's the most talented girl in the world and he takes so many pictures 😭 he always goes with her to get smoothies afterwards or hot chocolate when it's cold out and they have their little daddy daughter dates, he facetimes you if you aren't able to come along and she's in his lap with a little smudge of her drink on her nose and she's so excited to say hi to you 😭😭😭😭

the way sex with Harry would be so overwhelming 🤕 he's so good and he knows he's good and he's not shy about it 🤕 he'll be whispering in your ear all the things he's going to do to you while his fingers run up and down your body slowly 🤕 finally he slips them inside like you've been begging him to do and he starts kissing at your neck at the same time 🤕 you can barely focus on one sensation, let alone two and you're losing it 🤕 moaning desperately and clutching at his arm, your fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck as your head tilts so he has easier access 🤕 you're letting out pitiful whimpers of his name and you can feel him smirk against your skin as his fingers dig a little deeper to find the spot that really drives you crazy 🤕

harry being a tad bit annoying all day and doing little things just to be a pest so finally you're like "I'm going to sleep in the guest room 😤" and 10 minutes later he's creeping in whispering "baby... I'm sorry ... can i sleep with you... it's scary in our room alone" and you're still huffy so you keep your back turned and don't answer, but he's crawling in next to you wrapping his arms around you so you can't move away and saying "I'm sorry" over and over while he kisses your cheek 😔soon you're giggling and trying to push him away saying "stop it I'm trying to be mad at you" but he just keeps kissing 😔

the fact that Harry would be so happy to explore sex with you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 figuring out what you like and don't like and really like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he would never be upset about going slow, he loves to go slow and take his time 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and he would never do anything to make you feel bad about the things you want or need, he's down to do literally anything to make you feel good 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 if he notices you get the most whiny when you're grinding over the clothes? he'll do that with you until you cum 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he figures out the best thing for you is when he sucks on your clit? he'll do it for so long his face gets tired and then he'll keep going 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he discovers you need a little more than what he can do on his own? he's so excited to grab your vibrator and use it on you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he literally does not care how he does it or how long it takes he just needs to get you off 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

think about that..... him putting your legs over his shoulders and looping his arms around them to hold you still.... him kissing at your thighs and leaving hickeys...... him finally going for it and giving you what you want... him sucking on your clit and gripping your waist when you squirm too much ...... him making eye contact while his mouth is on you.... sharpening my knife rn

plugrry having a huge crush on you and you feel the same, but neither of you make a move and you only see him when you buy from him (and by that i mean you try to give him money and he refuses to take it 😋) but then one day you go to his place and you're obviously very upset, your eyes are red and he can tell you've been crying and you're just not doing well. but you're brushing the tears off your face saying "i just need something to help me sleep, it's no big deal just the same thing i always get" and he looks so hesitant, then he says "i don't think... you really shouldn't- it's just not a good idea to use when you're like this, when you're in a bad headspace" and you're rolling your eyes saying "it's fine, i know what helps me and I'm telling you, this is what i need" but he holds his ground, he says "no, i can't do that for you" and you stare at each other for a minute before he says "but if you wanted to talk about it? I'm right here" and you are not in the mood to get into what a shitty time you've been having lately so you huff and say "fine, I'll get it somewhere else" and you turn to leave, but he catches your arm and says "you think i don't know everyone on campus who sells? you think I can't make a few calls and stop you from buying? i can have you blacklisted before you even get out of the building" and you have a feeling he's not bluffing, so you turn back to him and say "why do you even care?" and his face gets so soft, his voice is quiet when he says "because i do, I care about you" and you sniffle a bit, not meeting his eyes when you say "really?" and he takes a step closer, murmuring "really" as he puts his hands on your arms and ducks down to meet his eyes 😔 he says "why don't you stay? i just made brownies- NORMAL ones, but there delicious... you could stay and we could talk" and that's when you realize how much of a crush you really have 😔

being a tiny bit jealous after watching dwd and he knows you're not actually upset but he's still smothering you with kisses saying "you know it's not real baby, you're the only girl i want, none of it was real" and you're all "why don't you show me how you do it for real then?" and he smiles saying "gladly" as he pushes you to lay down 😌

literally i have been so t*rned *n lately like all the time and i don't know why and it's driving me crazy but i fear harry would love it 🤕 you're trying to subtly initiate things for the second time that day and he's all "again?" just to tease you, and you huff and go off to take care of it yourself but he catches your arm and pulls you against his chest saying "I'm only teasing, baby, you know I'm always gonna take care of my girl" making goosebumps raise on your skin from how low his voice is 🤕

i have a thought that's kind of 🤭 one day Harry's at work and youre just really missing him so you decide to touch yourself to make it better 🤭 but something's missing, so you get up and go over to his dresser and grab his cologne🤭 spraying a few spritzes on the pillows so it's easier to pretend he's next to you 🤭 and so you get yourself off in his bed, surrounded by his scent 🤭 then when he gets home a few hours later he's coming to give you a kiss, but he can smell his cologne is so strong by the bed and he's a bit confused, but then his hand accidentally pushes the blankets down just a little bit, exposing your shoulder, and he realizes you're not wearing anything 🤭 he manages to put two and two together and he's so smug 🤭 he's all "oh really? missed me that much, hm?" and you nod shyly 🤭 then he's pulling his shirt off, and he keeps eye contact with you while he steps over to the dresser and sprays some cologne on himself 🤭 he steps back over to you, still keeping eye contact, and says "well now you have the real thing, isn't that so much better?" and climbs into bed to cage himself over you 🤭

that's plugrry I'm going to k*ll myself you're smoking together, both just a tiny bit buzzed, and you're rambling about your day and he's just laying on the couch, watching you with a lazy smile on his face and really not listening to a word you're saying, one hand behind his head while he takes another hit 🫠he holds it up for you and you lean closer to take it, but he shakes his head and says "i got it" so you lean closer and take a drag while he's still holding it 🫠 you pull away and he's puckering his lips for a kiss, but you say "were you listening to anything i just said" and he's all "...just give me a kiss 😁" and you're faking being annoying with him, saying "no no tell me what i said" and he sits up, setting the joint down on the table next to him and grabbing your wrists, holding them between his body and yours while he leans close to your face and says "maybe i don't know exactly what you said..." and he presses a tiny kiss to the shell of your ear before he whispers "but you looked pretty saying it" and now you're so turned on so you're turning your head to kiss him🫠

harry loves distracting you from your work 😋 he's kissing at your neck and you're all "Harry i have more studying to do-" and he says "you've been studying for 4 hours, it's time to take a break" and he's pulling you over to the bed 😋

can't stop thinking about sitting on Harry's lap while you make out 🤕 you keep slowly grinding your hips on his and he can't stop moaning 🤕 every so often he breaks away to kiss down your neck, biting gently to feel your hips stutter and you're both a mess 🤕

oh harry would tease you relentlessly when he finds your vibrator 🤕 you're blushing so hard saying "put that away it's embarrassing" and he's all up in your face not letting you look away 🤕 he says "it's not embarrassing baby, if it helps you get off then it's not embarrassing" 🤕 you turn your head but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him, then he says "does it help you get off?" and finally you nod 🤕 he grins so big and says "why don't you show me?" and you know he's not going to let this go 🤕

harry rubbing your back after a long day 😔 he keeps murmuring sweet words and leaning down to kiss your skin every few minutes 😔 when he's done he lays next to you and pulls you in to cuddle you close 😔

watching dwd with harry and you're looking at him very disrespectfully the whole time 😋 finally he looks over and laughs at how you're staring and he says "yes?" and you pause the movie, then shift a little closer so you can straddle his lap and say "you're mine... you know that right? all mine" and he smiles, gripping your hips and murmuring "all yours"

and he's all "you can keep studying just give me a kiss first" and then he's pulling you onto his lap saying "no no just one more" and then he's kissing down your neck hitting alllll your sweet spots and you know you won't be getting much studying done that day😋

i know harry is literally the most pesty man in the entire world when he likes you 🤭 he's always hanging around you And helping with anything you need and kissing your cheek and hugging you bc he's touchy with everyone so it's okay 🤭 he calls you cute pet names and is just a little clingy 🤭

[sankttealeaf]

8 and 10 from the latest ask if you haven't answered them yet?

thanks for the ask even tho i took my sweet time with it (and the questions!) list can be found here

8. Contradictory or easy to understand, which one applies more to your Durge? Is their design and personality a conundrum, or did you try to keep it as clear cut as possible?

rue could quite easily pass as a tav. her design is pretty vanilla and there's nothing that immediately screams "child of bhaal" when you look at her

when she talks, thats when its like "oh there is something deeply wrong with you." she sounds as if she belongs in high society but yet speaks of murder like its the weather.

i love the idea that bhaal made her as normal as possible to throw off any scent that she is a weapon of destruction. no one is going to suspect the pretty tiefling of killing people, right?

10. How much of yourself can be found in your Durge? Do you share the same personality, taste, a specific feature? Are they who you want to be or who you used to be? Are they entirely removed from you as a person?

oh boy. at first i thought there was no way i could project any of myself onto rue but here we are, months later, and we share very similar problems

i put a lot of my own thoughts about motherhood & having children onto her (not wanting either of that) rue is expected to fulfil her duty, when the time comes, and bring upon the next wave of bhaalspawn. thats obviously not an outcome she wants - the thought of having something inside of her that will one day grow up and maybe kill her isn't a fun one and tries to perform surgery on herself to remove any reproductive organs. im not duty bound by a god to make babies so thats something we dont share. i just dont have a motherly bone in my body :')

i also probably share her questionable taste in men, too. put me and rue in a room with gortash and one of us is coming out pregnant.

there's also her weird distaste of physical touch that i also share. it has taken me a while to warm up to being able to hug my friends & not have it be weird for me to do so. rue takes a loooong while to even touch someone with her bare skin because theres that underlying fear of it being "wrong"

OH OH OH! i also have weird interests with death and the macabre. there was a long period of my life where i wanted to be a mortician. thought that was so cool. my nan owns some taxidermied birds that ive called dibs on when she passes (which is great because they creep the rest of my family out). we are both slightly unsettling with our interests :)

theres probably a bunch others that im missing / refuse to dig deeper into because it may be Too Real!!

[diah-the-demon]

yeah the vibe is different </3 it now feels less like a personal chat and more like a personal chat in a public space but what else can we do when tumblr keeps being homophobic TT-TT

yeah I hope so too!! I'll bring it up to her soon as we still have Sci-fi cons which we regularly attend bcs I think that'd be cool!

and aaaw that sounds adorable!! The Sci-Fi cons that I visit always have lots of kids that age running around with their plastik lightsabers and usually clone wars masks of Anakin and Obi Wan and it's the cutest thing to watch them run around and play out their ideas

yeah she probably won't ksjdlsk it's just that we're both so used of someone bitching at us for buying even the most necessary shit so we gotta get used to that no longer happening slkjdlsk I'll probably bring it up to her soon, maybe tomorrow after uni! Hell I can even pay for it myself, I still have a lot of unused money from the past few cons since I barely bought smth aside from postcards / small prints

ksjdslk you're going to have the sickest bookshelf if that works out! and I hope it does skdjsl But yeah that sounds like a solid idea as to where to put them!!

ooh I think with the shows coming out there should definitely be a spike on tutorials for them!! Though I highly doubt there weren't some to begin with with Star Wars being such a huge franchise!! (and yeah I think that could probably be a solid start!!)

Yeah that's also always what I have noticed (it's probably also one of the most comfortable options ngl skldjsk) I think attaching them is going to be the most tricky part but I bet there are tricks to do so very easily!

yeah it feels way more out in the open, like speaking into a microphone instead of like just a casual conversation sat at a table in the corner of the room.. we could switch to discord or insta dms if we want it less open but idk, feels weird when its not on tumblr

ooo that sounds like fun! i need to try going to a sci-fi con, i know they have some in edinburgh occasionally throughout the year so il see if i can maybe go there eventually

it was!! it was so fucking fun, i remember around that age me and my sister would have lightsaber duels occasionally, too bad the sabers were bad quality so i accidently broke mine when i hit it too hard </3 thankfully it was after halloween so i still had the saber for halloween, just imagine like an 8 or 9 year old with a darth vader mask and red lightsaber walking down a dimly lit street dsjdsslkdj

i remember when i went trick or treating later that day i used my vader helmet (well its more like a mask tbh, its only the front half of vaders helmet lol) as a bucket to keep my sweets and candy in dlskjdslkjds

thats fair i cant rlly blame you or her, it will probably take a long time to get over that (i know the feeling cause my mother is like that sometimes, its so fucking annoying. she does it less to me now cause i have my own money but still)

i hope it goes well when you talk to her about it!! i doubt she wont let you buy it but wishing it goes well anyways!! if you dont do it tomorrow tho do keep in mind the sale is i think only lasting 1 more week? (or until everything sells out) so dont leave it too long slksjdlskd

IK ITS GONNA BE SO COOL, id say my bookshelf is already pretty cool because ive got 2 shelfs of books (one is mostly manga and star wars books, other is recipe books and other misc books) i could put them in 1 shelf but ive done it that way so theres space on the shelf next to the books, so i can put the helmets next to the books!! thinking about it now i can prob get 2 on the bookshelf and then the other 2 could go ontop of it maybe, idk il figure that out when i get them dsjlkds

Edit: heres a pic of said book shelf, forgot to mention the (fake) plant that hangs infront of my manga!!! skdjd Ignore the basket on the second shelf of books btw thats just where i keep my socks rn lmao (and random clothes in the shelf below too sldjslskssjk, im working on it so ignore that)

Anyways i could totally fit a helmet or 2 in here, one where the origami book is and one where the basket is, then the rest can go ontop of the bookcase idk lol

oh yeah its def gonna be trending, i saw one for storm trooper armour a few months ago, not mandalorian but tbh they are close (i mean storm trooper armour was based on the clones armour which was based on mandalorian so it is connected lmao) even if there isnt im pretty sure i could probably figure it out on my own if i had to

i think the way il have to attach it is maybe velcro? cause pins could fall out and if i try to put it back on it will be in a slightly different area probably, so what im thinking is having small velcro patches put onto the body suit and some on the armour pieces!! probably wont work out how it is in my head when i finally do it but i can atleast have ideas until then lol