#its been a hot minute since I've gotten an ask

[soupfilledboots]

I like your url!

Thanks! I made it myself!

[wayfayrr]

I’LL THROW HANDS WITH ANY OF YOUR EXES THAT MADE YOU FEEL LIKE LESS, YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE LOVABLE, NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE MOSS <3

But also had me clutching my phone to my chest with the luck part 😭 you’re so sweet I’m sending so much love through the internet <33

I know I already made a request (which again, take as long as you need, I am more than happy to wait however long <3) but I’m so serious when I say that I need to request something sweet with self aware asexual Sky, specifically him cuddling with reader, just lying his head on their chest as they rest their cheek against his head while like, maybe they play a lil cozy game; Stardew or something- whether they are playing that game together, or Sky is just watching reader while they play, I have no preference, I just need wholesome fluff <333

~🍀 anon

I'm pretty much over it now!! made me feel like shit but eh - I'm so happy to be separate from them now :P they were a real piece of shit ngl but they don't matter anymore!

I couldn't help myself!! what can I say, it was just so tempting to refer to luck in some way - I mean your emoji is a four-leaf clover!!/aff

I did choose to do this request first cause it felt fitting for pride month (I say posting this within the last 10 minutes) but I also realised there's no way to make something noticeably ace without announcing it - so this just comes across more as soft cuddles <3 but I still think it's sweet

[masterlist]

He’s much warmer than I thought he’d be, considering he hasn’t had a pulse, or blood, or a body for very long at all, only about a week as of now. Yet he’s already mostly a natural with it, only needing a gentle reminder every now and then to breathe compared to when he was freshly - fresher out of the game and needed a nudge every couple of minutes to remember. 

It’s perfect for times like this though, just the two of us lying together taking the time to be in each other's presence and it’s hardly surprising that he’s stuck to me like glue knowing what he’s been through. I can’t help but become more enamoured with him through it all as well, while he’s not entirely like how I imagined his character would’ve been like if this kind of thing happened, if anything I’d say… he’s better. Cuddly, soft and sleepy like you’d assume from how he’s shown in-game but also just so, so much sweeter and sassier than he was shown. It’s charming. 

“You forgot to water the pumpkins my dove.”

“I didn’t but thank you for the reminder sweetheart.”

It feels comfortable calling him that now, It wasn’t immediately and he respected that, now I really couldn’t help falling for him. Right now I can feel myself slipping and falling in love with him more and more, he knows what he’s doing I’m sure of it but despite knowing that it’s impossible to stop myself. The smallest things like how he intertwined his fingers around mine while I hold the switch, resting his head on my chest. Even how his hair rustles on my chest with how he’s laying on top of me is downright addictive, driving me deeper and deeper into his spell. 

“[name], [name] love you still haven’t watered the pumpkins.”

“I’m walking over to them, I know you can see our farmer moving.” 

“Mhm, but I know you aren’t focused on the game.”

“How can I be when you’re acting like this?”

“Acting like what love?”

Where do I begin to describe how he’s been acting? That he’s been extra soft tonight? That he’s been even more gentle than usual with how he’s holding my hands and resting on me? That he’s stolen the softest clothes I own to wear right now? That since he’s started washing his hair with my conditioner his hair is so silky and fluffy and good melling that I just want to bury my face in- He knows exactly what I’m struggling to say out loud, his little giggle spelling it out instantly. 

“Acting like your partner?”

“...”

“Acting like your boyfriend?”

“...Wouldn’t any way you act be acting like my boyfriend?”

“I-!”

Never in my life would I have thought something like that would slip from my mouth that easily, making him stop breathing. And for once? It makes me forget to remind him to too.

[kate-apologist]

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[gutghost]

Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggle to breathe. Whether it be from guilt or heartbreak, you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.

[sixosix]

hii, been a while since I've been on tumblr now and i came just in time for ur event 😭 also i realised thawed has gotten a lot of updates and im SOO happy because now i can binge ‼️ can i request lyney and 'eyeliner' for the event :33

also congrats on hitting 5k, and a happy bday in advance to the lyney writer EVER i came back and reread sleight of hand immediately sorry that is exactly the kind of person i am (sixosix writing consumer and injector (what is that)) 💗💗

you are so SWEET thank you so much!!! im sorry i took so long to get to ur req but i hope u see this and like it!! <3

warning ?? wc 500, this is so stupid but a little bit of possessiveness(?) and its very intimate looool

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

You cradled Lyney’s chin gently, tilting his head upward. His breath hitched, but he didn’t move as you instructed. The ink for this eyeliner was the type that was really hard to rub off, and he had a show in about ten minutes.

It was a little distracting—Lyney’s eyelids fluttered, restless, as if his pupils were still tracing your every move even with them closed. You cursed, willing your hands to stop trembling.

“You okay?” Lyney murmured, his breath hot on your face.

“Mm. Hold on,” you whispered, flicking your fingers and crafting a precise line. As the ink glistened freshly, you gently blew on his eyes, cooling the area with a light breeze. His lips curved into a smile as he held onto your waist. “Open.”

His eyes looked sharper with eyeliner, but you’d shudder under his gaze even without them. Up close, however, it was easy to get distracted by how the purple of his eyes sparkled, looking at you as if you were all he could see. Well, with you all but straddling his lap, maybe that really was the case.

You wriggled off, but Lyney’s hand never left your waist, even as you reached for a hand mirror. Lyney only glanced before grinning up at you.

“Perfect as always,” Lyney praised, pulling you down to press a kiss on your chin. 

You laughed and halfheartedly pushed him off. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

“I’m also putting makeup on you,” Lyney argued, pushing on your neck until your noses are touching. “Don’t move.”

He reached for the eyeliner in your hand, examined it curiously, and then looked at your face. How was it fair that he looked so good under the harsh spotlight and in the dim lighting backstage?

“Do you know how?” you asked.

“I don’t need to,” he said, yet pointed the tip on your neck.

Confused, you bared your skin to avoid getting the ink on your clothes. The waterproof, smudge-proof formula was no joke. Lyney had this dangerous glint in his eyes as the brush made contact with your neck—it was cold on your skin, in contrast to Lyney’s warm hand holding your face, but you held in a shiver to not disrupt him.

He seemed to be drawing shapes and long lines. It was hard to see even with the mirror behind Lyney, with his head blocking the view, but seeing how close you two were felt so intimate. You squirmed, darting your gaze to anywhere but how Lyney’s eyes were zeroed in on your neck.

“There,” Lyney whispered.

He slid out of the way for you to check his masterpiece, your neck bared to the mirror and having a perfect view of Lyney’s signature inked on your skin. You found yourself laughing at Lyney’s proud smile. 

“Idiot,” you reprimanded, but was feeling so flustered. “Don’t look so proud.”

Lyney whistled lowly, and his grin spread over his face. “Well, look at the time. We can’t do anything about that right now—I’ll see you after the show?”

[ifangirlalot]

hiii, i just wanted to mention that i love your writing and if you could please write a finn smut with she/her pronouns? y/n and him could be actors and are working on stranger things together and they get hot and heavy in her trailer 20 minutes before shooting their scene, so someone knocks on the door and is asking if y/n's in there but finn doesn't stop ykyk doing his thing and so she's struggling to answer and this is such a long request im so sorry 😭😭😭

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

FINALLY AN ACTUAL PLOT TO WORK WITH! I love getting requests, but most of the time you guys just ask for smut/fluff with a character and don't give me any ideas as to what to include, so it takes me forever to actually write- But thank you Nonnie for your (thankfully specific) request!

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~*smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] p in v, dirty talk, kind of public sex, exhibitation (if you squint), clit rubbing, basically porn w/o plot bc this is literally just smut the whole way through

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[Finn's POV]

With the scene finished, I immediately grabbed [Name] by the collar of her shirt and yanked her into my trailer with me. I've been pent up all morning from her little tease fest during hair and makeup. She thought she was so fucking slick, sliding her skirt up to show more of her smooth thighs, letting her shirt skid off her shoulder to show some more skin. Well now she was going to show me every bit of skin on her body. Since she so clearly wanted to anyways.

"Finn! Jesus, what is your problem, we're shooting again in twe-" I cut off her words with my mouth as I gathered her wrists into my hands and held them against the door of my trailer, my other hand holding her hip firmly in place. I was hardly ever this forward and blunt, but sexual frustration was enough to make any man crumble into a heap of desperation and desire.

[Name] stopped mid-sentence, her words dissolving into a quiet groan as her lips parted against mine. Her hands twitched in my grip, but I didn't let them go. My lips hurried to her throat in a frenzy as my hand slid off her hip and gathered her hair into a ponytail in my fist so I could kiss her neck without her hair trying to strangle me. I tugged the makeshift ponytail and flicked my tongue over her soft skin, so tempted to make a hickey, but still having at least a shred enough of common sense to know that it probably wasn't a good idea to leave one now… at least, not on her neck.

After sucking a few small red marks that would disappear completely within a few minutes, I slid both of my hands to her waist and picked her up. Turns out being horny made me a little stronger than I was usually.. I slammed her body down on the bed and crawled over her, pinning her body down with mine.

"Jesus Finn, what has gotten into you today?" [Name] panted quietly, tilting her head back while my mouth continued its exploration of her neck.

"Like you don't know." I shot back, gently placing my hand on her neck and pulling her head closer. "You teased me this morning and I haven't forgotten. I'm horny [Name]. And you're gonna fix this issue for me." Before she replied, I moved my hands to the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her body, tossing it away into a faraway corner; it crumpled to the floor, forgotten for the moment. I felt around on her back until I found the clasp for her bra. I struggled for a moment, trying to get it free, but when I couldn't, I groaned in irritation and flipped her body over roughly. My hormones were running rampid in my body, I couldn't wait for much longer, and it felt like [Name]'s bra was purposefully trying to ruin it for me.

I finally got the damn thing unhooked and shot it away quickly, letting my hands wander over her breasts, my fingers rubbing her nipples. I moaned quietly under my breath as I moved my head down and let my tongue flick her nipples into my mouth. Her tit felt so good in my mouth, so full, so perfect, so soft.

[Name] moaned quietly, her body arching up in my hands as her her hands wandered into my mouth. She was down to her panties now and I was absolutely loving it. This morning, I woke up planning to wake up and go to work just like every other day, but now I was in [Name]'s trailer with her tit in my mouth and my hand down her panties rubbing circles into her swollen clit while she moaned helplessly under me. Life was fucking great.

I couldn't wait anymore. I needed her now. My cock was throbbing so hard and painfully against my jeans that I felt like it might actually explode if I didn't shove it into her tight, pink pussy right fucking now. I pulled my fingers out of her underwear and lapped up her sticky juices from my fingertips, my eyes meeting hers as she watched me, her eyebrows crinkled up in arousal and her chest heaving from my tease. She moaned and tilted her head back, hips pushing forward into mine.

I grabbed her lush hips in my hands and shoved them into the mattress, keeping her body pinned down as I used one hand to unhook my belt and yank my dick out. I tugged a condom packet out of my back pocket and ripped the foil wrapper with my teeth.

Oh yeah. I came prepared to fuck her dumb with my cock.

I rolled the condom onto my cock and moved down slowly, taking the elastic band of her panties between my teeth and moving them down slowly, my tongue darting out to kiss her wherever it could reach- her thighs, her hips, even the entrance of her pussy, as my teeth slowly moved her underwear down her perfect legs and around her ankles.

[Name] kicked them off and wrapped her arms around my back as I pushed myself between her legs, holding her thighs in place on my waist as I eased my dick into her, inch by inch. I pulled a hiss of pleasure between my teeth, slowly exhaling as her warm core welcomed me in. "Sssss.. ahh.. Fuck, good girl, that's it.."

A cracked moan left my lips as I thrusted my hips into her. I could hear the fap of my cock penetrating her wet hole over and over as she moaned loudly beneath me, shouting my name over and over. For the first time in a while, I felt confident.

"Oh god Finn, yes, yes! Oh god yes, fuck, fuck. fuuuuck!" [Name] moaned, spreading her legs wider, her mouth open wide in pleasure as her eyes rolled back in euphoric pleasure. I pummelled my hips forward again and again, my hand grabbing at the headboard to keep it from smashing against the wall again and again. There wasn't much I could do about the mattress and bedframe creaking underneath us as I fucked her, though.

A knock at the door. "[Name]?" a producer said, knocking once more. "Hey, you're up in about five minutes and you haven't gotten your hair fixed up yet."

[Name]'s eyes went wide with alarm as she looked at me. Oh, was she expecting me to stop? Right now? She was fucking insane, if she was. No fucking way was I stopping now.

I smirked mischieviously and pulled her hips taunt against mine, ravishing her body faster and harder. She was drooling now, cock-drunk from my blatant usage of her body.

Try talking now, I challenged her silently. Do it. I dare you.

"I-I.. nghhhh. I-I, fuck I'm s-sssss…." [Name]'s apology died on her tongue as I slammed my hips into her harder than before and she bit her lip hard to keep from making a noise.

"That's it, good girl, keep quiet. Don't make it obvious what's happening here." I taunted in her ear as I continued to fuck her forcefully. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, threatening to unravel completely in the next few minutes.

The producer knocked again. "[Name]? Hello? What's going on in there, are you okay?"

Her eyes begged me for mercy, but I just smirked and continued doing my thing. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, letting me know she was close to cumming. I just smirked at her expectantly, waiting for her to let the producer know she was perfectly fine and would be out as soon as we were done. With noticeably shaky legs, might I add.

"Y-yes!" she screamed, panting heavily, but somehow managing not to moan. "I-I'll be out.. s-soon!"

My eyes were locked on her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust I made against her body.

The producer's footsteps receded and I smirked at her again, pushing my hips directly into her g-spot. [Name] moaned out before she could stop herself and her body shook desperately as she screamed out my name, her body emptying out every ounce of sweet, sweet cum. "Oh God, Fiiiiiiiiiiinn!"

I pushed my hips against hers a few more times before finally spilling into the condom with a load, throaty groan. I panted heavily, my body sticky with sweat as I rolled off her.

"I'm so fucking pissed at you." [Name] scolded breathlessly, but I could tell she wasn't really mad at me. She was more embarrassed than anything. I was sure I'd be embarrassed too, once the high from my orgasm wore off. But for now, I was cocky, smug, and pretty fucking proud of myself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure you are. Just hush and get your pretty little ass out there before they come looking for you again." I smirked and gave her a cheeky wink as she groaned and tossed a pillow at me, hurriedly shoving clothes back onto her body and running out, leaving me alone, cackling at her as I cleaned up after us.

[txttletale]

hey, sorry if youve already discussed this but do you have any recommendations for further readings about family abolition? i think bc my family was not shitty on a personal level i am having a bit of trouble working through my knee jerk defensive reaction whenever ppl are talking about it as an oppressive social construction, haha

i personally recommend alexandra kollontai's on communism and the family and sophie lewis' abolish the family: a manifesto for care and liberation (which specifically addresses this sort of kneejerk reaction at its outset!). @gothhabiba also outlined the core of it pretty well and included links to some more good reading here. i've been working on one of my classic and beloved Effort Poasts for a bit but it's been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute--since i've gotten like five asks about this in the last day or so i'll probably get back to work on finishing that up

[goodfish-bowl]

Ghost in a Bottle

Danny Phantom x Voltron: Legendary Defender

Masterpost

DP Crossover Angst Week Day 4 - Trapped in a Thermos for Days or Months.

Summary: Pidge had gotten the thermos as part of a deal, along with the coveted gaming system and Kaltenecker. Of all things to be inside a 300-year-old Earth novelty item, Pidge had not been expecting a person. Danny just wants to find Jazz.

Notes: I've never written anything for Voltron before, and it's been a hot minute since I watched that show. This takes place circa Season 4, ep 4.

Word Count: 3,676

AO3 Link

Pidge had honestly forgotten she even had that thermos until it sent her flying across the room. The metal thermos was sent flying in the opposite direction as Pidge collided with a readily prepared pile of clothes. She groaned from having the wind knocked out of her before glaring at the container. She had picked it up from that one Earth-themed shop in the space mall since the keeper had thrown it in as part of a deal for the gaming counsel, along with Kaltenecker. It had gotten lost in the mess of her room until it apparently desired vengeance for being forgotten on the floor in the form of a tripping hazard. 

It was an odd, collectible-looking thing, made to look “futuristic” if Pidge had to guess, at least for three centuries ago. All shiny metal with the most saturated green she had ever had the displeasure of witnessing. It had a small button and meter on the side, which glowed a faint green, which was why Pidge had assumed it was collectible. 

“For tossing me to the floor, I’m going to fill you with the most bland, warm Altean food goo there is,” Pidge threatened the thermos. 

Well, before filling it with food goo, Pidge realized she should probably wash it… thoroughly disinfect and sanitize it first. Who knows where the thing had been, especially to make it this far out into space. 

Pidge crept out of her room and made her way to the kitchens. It wasn’t that late, probably the equivalent to 11 pm Earth time, but Pidge was still surprised to find Hunk in the kitchen, cleaning up from whatever he had been trying to make. Trying, being the key word, since there was a pile of burned goop being scraped into a container to be disposed of. 

“Hey, Hunk, what were these supposed to be?” Pidge asked.

Hunk jumped, before spotting Pidge in the kitchen. “Oh, it’s just you, Pidge. I was trying to make a curry, but, well…”

Pidge nodded in understanding. 

“Well, what are you doing? It’s a bit late for a snack, even for you,” Hunk pointed out. 

Pidge held up the thermos. “Gotta wash this.”

“Huh,” Hunk said, looking at the thermos. “Okay.”

Pidge went over to the Altean equivalent of a sink and unscrewed the cap. The hiss of pressure release was expected, but the amount of gas that started pouring out, less so. Pidge only held the thermos for a moment longer before dropping it into the sink and backing away. She ducked behind the island table in the middle of the room, dragging Hunk behind the table with her. 

Gas, thick and opaque, kept pouring out from the thermos, first pooling in the sink, then overflowing from the sink to the ground, forming a cloud at the base of the cabinets. Pidge and Hunk watched it continue to flow onto the floor, forming a cloud just big enough that Pidge could probably lay in it and be completely covered. 

“Pidge, is it just me or is it taking the form of a person?” Hunk pointed out. 

Pidge checked, and sure enough, the fog was beginning to compress, all on its own, into a vaguely humanoid form. She cursed under her breath. Of all the weird things to get her hands on, this one had something inside.  

“Hunk, sound the alarm,” Pidge said, refusing to take her eyes off their potential intruder. 

Hunk pressed the alarm button, and the silent alarms went off, flashing the lights, and notifying anyone else on board of the location and potential danger. 

The smoke condensed even further under the careful watch of both Pidge and Hunk from behind the counter, and slowly began gaining color while the smoke itself became thin and dissipated. A black suit, with long silver-white gloves, and tall boots. The being’s hair was white, while a tan-green color filled out the location of their face. Details became more apparent just as the other Paladins and Coran managed to make it to the room. On the floor, seemed to be a young male teen, likely just a few inches taller than Pidge herself, with bright white hair and pointed ears. 

“What’s going on? Are you both okay?” Shiro demanded as he rounded the corner. 

“We’re fine,” Hunk confirmed. “But… uh. I think we have an intruder.” 

Shiro rounded the corner, prepared for a fight, only to pause. 

“Okay, where did this guy even come from?” Lance asked, round the corner just behind Shiro. 

“He was in the thermos, that’s in the sink,” Pidge announced. 

Lance glanced at the thermos in the sink, pointing at it. 

“He was in that?”

Both Pidge and Hunk nodded. 

Lance frowned, going to nudge the boy with his foot. His foot passed through the boy, dissipating the smoke before quickly reforming. Lance yelped, jumping back. 

Allura rounded the corner herself and considered the unconscious teen, Coran behind her. 

“Do you know what he could be? I don’t think we’ve encountered smoke people before,” Hunk asked. 

“You said he came out from that vessel, correct?” Coran asked. 

“Yeah, I just thought it was some old novelty Earth thing. I wasn’t expecting there to be someone inside,” Pidge explained. 

Coran hummed, carefully picking up the thermos and examining it, while Allura looked at the boy more closely. 

“Careful, Allura. He’s an unknown,” Shiro warned. 

“A very unconscious, made of smoke, unknown,” Lance helpfully added. 

“I’ve…” Allura trailed off. “I’ve never encountered a people like this before. But whatever he is, he is overflowing with energy in a way… we’ve rarely encountered.”

“I’ve also never seen technology like this either,” Coran added. “Where did you say you found this, Pidge?” 

“From the Earth shop in the Space Mall,” Pidge repeated. “I don’t think we had technology like that on Earth 300 years ago either. It aesthetically matches the time period, so it could’ve been in the shop by mistake.”

“We’ll have to check. It’s an interesting piece, I would like to study it if that’s alright with you.”

Pidge shrugged. “I don’t care. I was just gonna fill it with food goo. New tech is always cool to fidget with, so let me know when you decide to take it apart. But, right now, I’m more interested in what we’re going to do with him?”

“We should move him into a sleep tank. I’d at least like to speak with him and learn more about his people,” Allura stated. 

Shiro frowned. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if he’s hostile?” 

“It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a hostile person on the ship.”

“Not that I’m against moving him to the sleep tanks,” Hunk spoke up. “But how are we supposed to do that? He’s made of smoke.”

“Not anymore,” Lance announced, crouched at the feet of the unconscious unknown. “He finally solidified about a minute ago.” Lance poked the boy’s boot to prove it.  

Shiro sighed. “Let's get him to the sleep tanks. Who knows how long he was locked in that soup thermos.”

Danny woke up slowly, all sensation out of reach. But he could tell he was submerged and suspended in something. The only thing he could feel was the gas mask over his face, forcing air into his lungs. Had Jazz managed to get him to the Far Frozen? Danny’s eyes refused to open, he couldn’t so much as twitch a finger, feeling heavy and foreign in his own skin. He doubted he would even be able to breathe if not for the mask. Danny was in the Far Frozen, he would be fine. And if he was here, so was Jazz. She was safe amongst the yetis. Jazz was safe. 

Danny slipped back asleep.

Danny woke up again, this time more quickly. He twitched his fingers, and slowly, opened his eyes. There was a hydraulic hiss, and the fluid Danny had been suspended in drained away, slowly allowing him to stand on his own. He couldn’t, and ended up heavily leaning against the side of the tube. It took longer than Danny would like for his vision to clear up. 

Danny was not in the Far Frozen, that was for sure. And worse, he was completely alone, with no idea of where he was and how he had gotten here. He seemed to be in a large room, containing a few other containment things. His clothes, at least, had not been changed from his threadbare shirt and tattered jeans. No shoes though. He physically seemed to be fine, just a little weak and tired, but he couldn’t tell where he was, and there was no one there to ask. 

Slowly, Danny put more weight on his legs, and the containment tube he was in opened, allowing him to step out. From here, he could spot a hallway leading further into wherever he was. He could also spot the heavy cables and pipes connected to each of the containment tubes, but his looked to be the only one in recent use. 

Slowly but surely, Danny made his way out of the room with the tubes and made it down the hallway. It was very futuristic in his opinion. There was a humming in the air, not quite electricity, but it didn’t remind him of the Ghost Zone either. He wasn’t in his ghost form right now either, so definitely not in the Ghost Zone. But that energy was there, humming in the walls like in his parents’ lab. Danny wondered if Jazz had actually managed to take him to another world or something, rather than stay in the Ghost Zone. It was kind of making him hungry. Danny wondered if he could find the kitchens. 

Danny heard heavy boots against the metallic ground before he saw someone. They were moving fast, and their rapid and loud approach was the only thing that kept Danny from being practically tackled to the ground in surprise. 

It was a tall man with black hair with a mess of white in the front, dressed in some kind of black and white armor. He immediately stood on guard and Danny raised his arms in surrender. He didn’t want to fight. He doubted he could even run as he was right now. 

“Uhh, hi. I’m lost.”

The man looked startled and confused for a moment before shifting to exasperation. “Did you just come from the sleep tanks?”

Sleep tanks… oh. “Yeah, I did.”

The man crossed his arms. “We have some questions we’d like to ask you.”

Danny frowned. “Okay… can I get something to eat, at least? It feels like it’s been years since I’ve had a snack.”

“We can provide something,” the man confirmed, “But for now, follow me.”

The man started walking away, and Danny struggled to keep up, which eventually got noticed. He slowed his pace to match a bit more closely with Danny’s while also talking into a mic on his armor. Danny listened, only able to make out half the conversation. His head still felt like it was full of whatever he’d been floating in. 

“Yes, I’ve found him… There's been some... unexpected developments. I’ve sent an image through the comm. Also, he wants snacks… no I don’t know what he likes, Hunk…”

“I like chips,” Danny helpfully interjected. 

The man frowned at him before returning to his comm unit. “He likes chips… sure Hunk, go nuts… No, it would be better to ask those questions once I’ve brought him to the main room… I’m not asking him that.”

Something was bothering Danny. It felt like he was on his way to an interrogation. No, he was definitely on his way to an interrogation. But there shouldn’t be a need for that. If he was here, Jazz should also be here. They should already know who he is, and any other questions that Jazz could answer. But they didn’t know. It left a sour feeling in him and a twist in his gut. 

“Hey,” Danny called out, gaining the man’s attention. “Where is Jazz?”

The man raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

The feeling got worse. Maybe it was just a big place? With how far they had walked, there had to be a decently large group of people running it. Which reminded Danny that he still didn’t know where he was. 

“Hey-” Danny started again but cut himself off by the man raising a hand. 

“I’m sure you’re confused about everything, but we have plenty of questions ourselves. We can do our best to answer once we get to the bridge. Please hold onto them until then.”

Danny felt like he had just been scolded, and gave a silent nod. 

They were going to the bridge. That was a part of a ship. Were they on some sort of massive ship of some kind, like a naval base or something? Danny didn’t like the thought of being in government custody, even if these people had far too much color in their uniforms (which Danny was assuming the armor was) to be with the GIW. Besides, why would the GIW be at sea? Last he checked they didn’t hunt sea monsters, just ghosts. Something still didn’t feel right. 

Then they entered the bridge, and Danny swore his heart, brain, and core short-circuited at once. There, just outside the window-

“We’re in space!” Danny exclaimed, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room. 

Danny bolted to the window, instantly glued to it, eyes darting as he tried to spot familiar constellations. There was a conversation going on behind him, but Danny couldn’t care for it at the moment as elation filled him. They were in space! He was on a spaceship! This elation was dampened slightly by the fact that Danny couldn’t even recognize a singular constellation. 

“Where even are we…?” Danny trailed off, talking more to himself than asking questions aloud. 

“I believe we are currently just outside the Malark galaxy, passing by the Shuldek system,” a voice answered. 

Danny’s head snapped over, to see a ginger man with a large mustache and pointed ears, along with small blue markings just under his eyes. Danny didn’t understand what, or where, exactly that meant, but it awed him anyway. But just past the ginger man, the entire group of people was staring at him with a mix of expressions. There were only six of them, counting the ginger man, but no Jazz still. 

“While I’m sure you have plenty of questions for us, we would like to ask you a few first, if that’s alright?” The woman with white hair, pointed ears, and similar markings under her eyes asked. 

Danny blinked, still not too sure what was going on. “Uh, sure I guess.”

“Wonderful! First, are you aware of who we are?” She asked. 

Danny shook his head. “Nope, not a clue.”

“Then I suppose introductions are in order. I am princess Allura of Altea, the Blue Paladin of Voltron. Here with me are the other paladins of Voltron, Shiro, Lance, Pidge, and Hunk. And Coran here is the Captain of our ship, the Castle of Lions.” It was a very… professional introduction. Danny wondered how often she had to recite it. 

Danny glanced over the other ‘paladins’ the princess had named. Only Shiro was in armor, while the others wore something that resembled the more casual clothes Danny was used to. They also seemed to be human. 

Danny cleared his throat, realizing they were waiting for a response. “Oh, um. I’m Danny Fenton.”

There was a small reaction to his name, but not any recognition. That was… really problematic. Princess Allura went to ask another question but Danny spoke first, interrupting her. 

“I… I know you wanted me to wait a bit before asking my questions, but I would really like to know where Jazz is?”

They just looked confused, so Danny continued, trying to push back the small bubble of panic that had been slowly building since he had woken up. 

“Jazz, ya know? About yay tall, bright ginger hair, always wears a headband, talks like she can figure out every thought in your head. She’s my sister, she should’ve been with me.”

 Still no recognition on any of their faces. 

“I’m sorry, but we didn’t discover you with anyone. Pidge discovered your… thermos at a store and purchased it, releasing you upon opening it,” Allura explained. 

Pidge helpfully held up a beat-up-looking Fenton Thermos that Danny could’ve recognized anywhere. 

“You gave us quite the scare and we’re glad you’re alright. I’m sure we can try to find your sister as soon as we can,” Allura assured him. 

Danny felt like he was going to fall over. Had they been separated? Yeah… he could just find Jazz. Or she would find him. She might’ve lost the thermos or something and was probably going nuts looking for him. These people sounded important. If he was seen with them, or they made some sort of announcement, Jazz was sure to know exactly where he was at. He was fine, and Danny was sure Jazz was too. On another note, they had been the ones to open the thermos, and he had most likely not popped out in ghost form. His secret was blown before he even got their names. 

Danny deflated, taking a wobbly step forward. “Okay… can I sit down for a bit? I… I can answer your questions.”

Danny carefully walked over to a section of the bridge with a few more seats and practically collapsed into one. There was a plate of something that resembled homemade potato chips but slightly purple. He wasn’t really hungry anymore, now much more worried about Jazz than he had been minutes ago. 

“Okay… what do you want to know?” Danny opened the room. 

“First off,” Shiro began, “Are the terms ‘Voltron’, Altea, and the Galra all completely foreign to you?”

“Yeah. Sounds important, but I’ve got no idea what you're talking about,” Danny confirmed. 

“What are you and where are you from?” Shiro asked next. 

“I’m… half human. I’m from Amity Park, Illinois, Earth.”

“Do you know what your other half is? Your appearance changed quite dramatically from your initial appearance. And from what we’ve seen, humans are not particularly capable of shifting to a gaseous state,” Princess Allura asked. 

Danny didn’t exactly know how to answer that question, so he lied. “No, I don’t. It’s just how I am.”

“Do you know how your thermos got all the way into Galra-controlled territory?”

“No. That might be a question for the person you bought it… me from.”

“Oh! I got one!” Lance announced, “Danny, do you know what year it is?”

“Lance, of all things to ask, there are more interesting things you could’ve asked. Just because he looks out of-” The one known as Hunk began scolding Lance before Danny answered, interrupting yet again. 

“Last I checked, it was 2006.”

That shut everyone up fast. Wow. Danny had already assumed he was in another world, and he was very much in space, but he had no idea how far along this world was chronologically, not that it really mattered to him. 

“ 310 years? ” Pidge sputtered, seemingly in more shock than the others. “You were in that thermos for 310 years?!”

Danny shrugged. “Maybe.” 

He really didn’t want to have to explain alternate realities and time travel to a group of space strangers. Danny being a bit temporarily displaced did seem to strike a chord with both Allura and Coran somehow. Now that he considered it, they weren’t humans were they? Wow! Danny was used to nonhumans in the zone, but it was completely different when they were alive! Danny wanted to ask them all about their home planet, and also the ship. He also really wanted to know about the ship. He also really wanted a nap.  

“You don’t seem particularly… troubled by your situation,” Allura pointed out. 

“I mean, what can I do about it? And until I find Jazz, I’m not going anywhere,” Danny said. “Am I allowed to stay here?”

“Of course! In fact, I’m sure you have many questions about our times. Coran here is very knowledgeable about everything concerning our ship and space. Please feel free to ask him any questions you might have,” Princess Allura stated. 

Allura sent a look at the other paladins that Danny chose to ignore, instead setting his sights on Coran who looked somewhere between acting like he’d been left to the wolves and preening at the acknowledgment of his knowledge. 

“Of course! I shall answer any and all questions you have. It was my grandfather who built the Castle of Lions and-”

Danny listened intently about everything from the construction and operation of the ship to the neighboring star systems, absolutely transfixed. He would find Jazz soon, but until then, he was going to learn everything he could about space from Coran. 

The paladins were huddled together, varying expressions on their faces.

“Wow, all the way from 2006. That’s before the third world war, isn’t it? Can’t imagine what it was like back then. And Illinois, of all places,” Lance hummed. 

“I’m more interested in finding out how he got all the way out here, locked in a thermos of all things. The timeline lines up, but the thermos and Danny himself are the big questions,” Pidge said. 

“Yeah, that’s a long time to be locked in a thermos. I wonder if it was cramped or anything. I mean, he was smoke in there, so maybe not, but,” Hunk swallowed thickly. “Danny seems… really intent on finding his sister,” Hunk stated. 

“That’s a potential issue… Pidge, did you check in with that Earth store yet about the thermos,” Shiro asked. 

Pidge averted her eyes. “I… I did. The owner said it’s been a part of their collection for as long as he can remember, which would be well over a century. Wherever his sister is… I honestly doubt we’ll find her.”

[hywenhywen]

0.02 seasons - kim chaewon

warnings / notes - loosely based off of seasons by wave to earth, very sensitive topics / reader discretion advised, non-idol!chaewon, time skips, reader sucks at communicating, reader is very insecure / has low self-esteem

wc - 2.7k

“we can't go out anymore.” you said.

“what?” chaewon asked, stunned by your words.

“i need a break.” you replied, looking down at your feet.

“why?” she asked. “i thought we were doing fine, just yesterd-”

“i don't feel well.” you stated.

“did you get sick? have you taken medicine yet?”

“not like that chaewon.”

“so what,” she sighed. “we're going to go down the drain?”

“i don't find another solution to this.”

“i can help you. we'll get through this together."

“we can't. i cant.” you mumbled. “it's something i've carried with me since i was a child.”

tense silence filled the area. crickets could be heard chirping. your hands balled into tight fists, your knuckles turning white from the pressure. the feeling of guilt grew deeper inside you. maybe this all could've been avoided if you were a better person. this was all your fault in the end.

“don't ball your fists up like that, you'll hurt yourself.” chaewon said, reaching to place her hands over yours. “i know i can't change your mind, so please take care of yourself.”

you turned to look at her, regret already starting to settle in your heart. a tear flowed down your cheek, stoping at your chin. using your sleeve to wipe your cheek dry, you stood up suddenly. chaewon’s eyes followed your actions. she stood up as well.

“thank you for this year.” chaewon said, a sorrowful smile plastered on her face. “take care of yourself.”

chaewon turned the other way and began walking away. tears started to leak from your eyes, your actions having finally been processed by your mind. regret settled rapidly in your conscious and heart. your knees felt weak, your chest tightened, and things appeared to be spinning. your life was falling apart.

you did what you had to do. you always knew you weren't enough for chaewon. she was perfect and you were you. you would never amount to anything. that's what they all said, all the time.

friday, february 24, 12:03 am, 9 days after your break up. that was when you had finally gotten up from your bed. the streets were quiet, the light the street lamps emitted hurt your unaccustomed eyes. your body ached badly. you felt frail, as if a wrong step would make you crumble.

you stepped into your bathroom, opting to leave the light off, and stared at yourself in the mirror. you stood there, shell shocked. who was the person in the mirror? that surely couldn't be you. it had gotten bad, awfully bad.

you opened the faucet and let the water run for a bit. you rested your hands on the sink and let your head hang. you stayed like that for a while, the small amounts of water vapor brought you back to your senses. opening the cold water, you placed your hand under the still mildly hot water. the water stung for a while before it began to cool down.

your hands remained under the running water for a few moments before you splashed some water onto your face. the cool water soothed your burning skin. you continued to rub your face with the water in hopes that it would make you dissolve at some point. you did that for about five minutes, before your body began to ache even worse. you felt like you were bound to crumble from a single movement.

you weakly stumbled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. your body moving on its own, paying to mind to all the alarms going off inside your mind. your arms reached for every piece of furniture, attempting to hold yourself up as you walked around your home. you only had a few more steps until you could reached the cupboard. then your legs finally gave up.

you fell onto the floor, the lack of nutrients finally taking its toll. with little energy left to spare, you remained on the floor and tried standing up, yet to no avail. you only managed to sit up again the fridge. tears began streaming down your cheeks, falling onto your hands. you remained still for a while, tears continuously pouring from your eyes.

after a while your crying had ceased. you continued to lean again the fridge, sniffles and running ac echoed across the room. you had managed to calm down and gathered all your strength. placing your hand on the counter, you tried to stand up once again. finally being able to stand, you dragged your feet towards the cupboard and reached for a cup.

having the cup in hand, you stumbled towards the water dispenser. you reached out and got some water. bringing the cup up to your lips slowly, you tipped your head back and began to drink the water. the water was cold and sent a shock through your body, it soothed your dry throat. you hastily finished the cup and moved to fill it again. finally feeling some relief you sighed loudly, as if you could breathe again.

you had decided to keep your word to chaewon. you were going to take care of yourself. you were going to get better for her, even if it meant going through hell and back. you wanted to be your best for chaewon. it was certainly going to be tough, but with the amount of love your heart had for her, nothing was impossible.

it had been nine months since that day. they say time heals. not for you, nothing ever went your way. time refused to help you. surprisingly, you had managed to keep yourself in decent shape.

keeping chaewon’s words close to your heart, you pushed your limits and tried your hardest. you did your best to be better, for her. you never managed to fix your mindset though, you only learned to tune it out, to avoid it. everyday was a struggle. all you wanted to do was stay in bed, not moving a single muscle.

even breathing had become a nightmare. mundane tasks became struggles. the first week you were bed bound, you didn't leave your room for a while. your phone laid dormant on your nightstand. it went off every few hours.

friends texted, wondering where you were, if you were ok. your parents called after not hearing from you for a few days. only the furniture in your apartment bore witness to the calamitous events. you had memorized the pattern of your ceiling. the feeling of your sheets, the motion of the wind, the way your chest aches when breathing.

you struggled with yourself all the time. you wanted to fall back into the same habit, just doing enough. you felt miserable every time. the same routine everyday. wake up, wash your face and brush your teeth, eat breakfast, go to work. the afternoon wasn't very different, aside from doing something productive and new every wednesday.

your alarm began to ring, you pulled an all-nighter again. you rolled over to face your alarm, quickly turning it off. you groaned and slowly sat up. you stretched a bit before swinging your legs off the side of the bed. you yawned and stood up from the bed.

you made your way to the bathroom and turned on the water. lukewarm water worked best for mornings like this. you splashed some water onto your face before drying your face off and grabbing your toothbrush. applying the recommended portion on the bristles you began brushing your teeth. you finished after about five minutes and walked to the kitchen opting to drink coffee for today's breakfast.

starting the coffee machine, you had about 15 minutes for the coffee to be done. walking back to your room you grabbed your regular attire and got dressed. you grabbed your bag and placed it near the door, a few seconds later you heard the coffee machine end. moving towards the kitchen your grabbed a thermos and poured the coffee into it. you added sugar to taste and left the lid open so it could cool a bit.

you grabbed your phone and saw you had a message from sakura.

y/n

are we still on for breakfast?

a look of shock adorned your face, sakura rarely asked to go out, typically opting for home cooked meals. your shocked washed away when you realized what day it was. you had made plans with her the night you went to the river.

ofc kkura

i'll see you in a bit

you quickly rushed out the door and haphazardly grabbed your things. you made your way downstairs and towards the bus stop. you tossed things into your bag, tightly holding your steaming coffee to avoid spilling. you reached the bus stop and sat down on one of the benches. you set your coffee down and organized your bag quickly.

the bus arrived a few minutes after you had finished organizing your bag. when the bus doors opened you stood up, grabbed your things and got on. you opted to sit all the way in the back, right next to a window. you brought your thermos up to your lips, the coffee emitted a comfortable amount of heat to contrast the cold november morning. carefully tipping the cup, you took a reasonable sip.

the coffee warmed you up rapidly. you continued to drink very cautiously, not wanting to ruin your clothes this early. turning your head towards the window, you observed the scenery. young and older schoolchildren walked towards the nearby school building. most were dressed in thick and heavy coats, others wore simple jackets.

you continued to look out the window, taking in your surroundings and sipping on your warm coffee. you relaxed momentarily and took a deep breath.

“i could get used to this.”

you picked up your phone and scrolled through your social media, liking photos and videos occasionally. you turned your phone off and continued looking out the window, counting all the trees you saw. the silence on the bus soon got boring so you put on your headphones and played your favorite songs. humming and tapping your foot along to the beat, a smile grew on your face. this was one of the most relaxing mornings so far.

you arrived at your stop soon enough, you collected your things, payed the fare, and walked towards a medium sized café. you opened the door and you saw sakura at a table in the far left corner. you walked towards her, taking your headphones off and putting them away. you walked up to the table and pulled the chair out a bit.

“sorry i'm late.” you said, hanging your bag on the chair. “it completely slipped my mind.”

“it's fine, i just got here a few minutes ago.” she said.

“do you know what you want?” you asked. “it's my treat.”

“oh don't worry about paying, i can pay for it,” sakura said, waving you off. “but yeah, i know what i want.”

“want to go order?” you said, standing up offering her your hand.

she nodded and took your hand. you made small talk while waiting in line. you cracked a few jokes and laughed a bit. after a bit, you finally got to order. you somehow managed to convince sakura to let you pay.

the cashier let you know that it would be out in a bit and that they'd call you when it was done. sakura led you back to the table you had been sitting at. this time you sat down facing the door, rather than facing the wall. you two continued talking for a while before the door of the café opened. you turned your head a little to see who came in.

it was chaewon.

your heart immediately started to race, your vision became blurry, and your breathing was erratic. sakura took notice and turned to look towards the door, once she noticed who it was she turned back to you. she waved her hand in front of your face for a bit. you never noticed her, so she began shaking your shoulders and calling your name. that had managed to catch your attention.

“y/n!” she exclaimed. “are you ok?”

you nodded your head, looking back towards the door. you looked around for a bit before finding chaewon at a booth, presumably waiting for someone. at that moment, the cashier called your name and placed your drinks on the counter. you stood up to grab them. you used that moment as a chance to get a better look.

to your surprise, chaewon seemed fine, almost as if nothing had ever happened. you set the cups down and sat down, clearing your throat in the process.

“sorry about that.” you apologized.

“you don't need to apologize.” sakura started. “i know how it feels, it's not a pleasant feeling.”

you started a conversation, hoping that it would momentarily distract you. it managed to work and you got carried away. the café’s door opened once again. your head snapped to look at who it was. it was a young woman.

from the corner of your eye you saw chaewon stand up and wave the woman over. your eyes followed the woman. once she reached chaewon you saw her place a kiss on her cheek. your jaw dropped and your heart began to ache. you blinked slowly then stood up from your chair.

your hand rested on your chest as you walked out of the café, experiencing many different emotions at once. sakura grabbed your things and quickly followed behind you. once she had reached you, her hand moved towards yours.

“y/n.” she said. “what happened?”

“she,” you said in a breathless voice. “she kissed someone.”

“chaewon did?” she asked, a look of shock adorned her face. “she never mentioned someone.”

you held your head in your hands, attempting to steady your breathing. all the breathing exercises you had learnt were futile, your breathing was inconsistent. at some point you began to wheeze, you felt your throat slowly close. you gasped for air and reached for sakura. she seemed to be panicking, worried for you, yet seemingly not knowing what to do.

you shut your eyes tightly and continued gasping for air. you reached for anything nearby, trying to find something to hold onto. you fumbled with the top button on your shirt, hoping it would help you breathe. sakura in a moment of pure desperation, tapped your back lightly, almost as if she was trying to make you cough. you began to cough, finally being able to breathe.

you took a deep gasp and turned to look at sakura. you smiled weakly at her and continued coughing lightly. sakura attempted to comfort you by rubbing your back.

“you scared me.” she said.

“sorry about that kkura.” you muttered. “i didn't know i'd get like this.”

“you don't need to apologize. it could've happened to anyone after what you saw.” she said.

“how'd she move on that quickly?” you asked, looking straight at sakura.

“no clue.” she replied. “people cope differently, maybe even heal quicker than others.”

you shrugged and sighed.

“i was just thinking that maybe in the future we could've gotten back together.” you chuckled weakly.

“don't give up, the chance might come someday.” sakura said, nudging you with her elbow.

“i'll try not to, i really do love her.” you said. “i think i should head home, don't feel too well.”

“if you need anything don't hesitate to call me.” sakura said. “i'll be here for you.”

“thanks kkura.” you said, pulling her into your arms and hugging her tightly. “we should eat together soon.”

“of course, somewhere farther though.” she laughed.

“i'll look forward to it.” you said, walking off in the direction of your house.

you decided to walk home rather than taking the bus. you opened your bag and got your headphones. the music put your mind at ease and let you relax for a moment. you placed your hand over your heart and faintly felt your heartbeat. your favorite part of the song was coming up.

once the part arrived you muttered the phrase.

“i’ll give you all my life,”

“my seasons.”

you were always going to wait for chaewon, even if it took you many lifetimes.

in the end, she would always be your love.

back to shore | 0.03

[blue-sadie]

Friend Of A Friend

Santiago Garcia x Young Reader

Summary: being tess's best friend has its ups and downs but the best one being her dad's best friend

Warning: reader is 20, wall sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I smiled widely as I climbed into the car greeting them as I got in "long time no see yn" Santiago grinned as he turned to me I bite my lip blushing slightly "yea it has" I murmured.

He glanced at tess to make sure she wasn't looking before winking at me making my cheeks redder before he turned back to the front.

"Tess, yn Santiago here is picking you up from shopping ok I have a meeting so I won't be home intill late" Tom said looking at us through the review mirror "he just needs to remember that and not forget us for a girl" tess teased making them laugh.

I just grinned slightly when tess turned to me but I was kinda jealous I've always had a crush on Santiago since I was 16 I mean who wouldn't and there's been many times when I was around and the guys were to making fun of him about his hot informants.

He's always been kind to me and since my 18th birthday we've gotten a little closer when we're alone but nothing more then light touches, little flirts and playful winks, he never seems to cease to make me blush.

"Haha very funny there is none of that anymore" he chuckled making tess lean forward looking at him with wide eyes "has thee santiago gracia the player finally found the one" she squealed my heart stopped and my eyes fluttered.

He shook his head still laughing "honestly I want to but I don't think she feels the same" he murmured my hands wavered as I grabbed his seat leaning forward to see him "how did you meet her" I asked thankfully the hurt I felt didn't show in my voice.

"Uh" he paused thinking glancing to the side of him out the window "she's a friend of a friend" he grinned tess started guessing names of his informants as I bit the inside of my cheek and sat back against my seat.

We turned into the mall parking lot tess's rambling calming down as we neared the entrance "have a fun time girls" santiago laughed as we said our goodbyes I just nodded acknowledging him as I got out joining tess on the pavement she waved her dad goodbye and watched as they drove away "what shop to first".

-Time skip

I was browsing the different merch sections in hot topic waiting for tess has she tried stuff on through the corner of my eye I noticed one of the male employees watching me and following me into each row a few minutes I move.

"Can I help you with something" I asked ironic its supposed to be the other way around, I crossed my arms over my chest as I turned to him, he looked like a deer in headlights "i-i" he rubbed the buck of his neck nervously.

"I came to ask for you number" I cringed as he snuffled through his nose the sound almost making me gag "I have a boyfriend" I lied turning back to the shelf of items but he stepped towards me making me taking a step back.

"He wouldn't have to know" he spoke seductively it made me sick "no thank you" I huffed trying to leave but he caught my wrist pulling me to him he sweat smell making nose crinkle "let me go" I muttered.

What the two didn't notice was that tess was done with trying things on and saw the whole thing "hey santiago we need your help" that was all she had to say to make him speed his way over.

"I said no" I growled trying to pull my way out his hold but his grip only tightened making me gasp in pain "hey dick head" the man holding me turned his head only to get punched in the cheek by a red faced Santiago.

I stumbled to the ground as the employee released me "hey you ok" tess whispered as she feel to her knees beside me but my eyes never left santiago as he beat the creep up "i-uh" I couldn't find the words my heart was beating in my ears and my breath was shallow.

Santiago was stopped by security but released as they went over the footage and took the employee instead "come on girls" he panted urging us out and walked behind us silently "total guard dog effect" tess whispered leaning over to me but I didn't answer my eyes trained to the ground.

"Let's get you guys home" he muttered unlocking the car I took a seat in the back and just went on my phone only answering when they spoke to me directly.

"I'll see you Monday yn" my head snapped to tess who was out the car I didn't even realize we were at her house or that she was getting dropped off first, "come up front yn" he smiled turning to me, I hesitated before nodding and climbed out to get into the passengers seat.

He pulled out the driveway and headed down the street "how are you feeling" he asked briefly turning to me as we slowly pulled to a stop "i-i'll be ok" I murmured looking down to my wrist that was reddening slightly, santiago gently grabbed it and pulled it to his face laying a gentle kiss on it.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner" he said slowly lacing his fingers into mine, my cheeks became red as a tomato as I looked at our intertwined hands "I should've gone with you guys" he said slowly bringing our intertwined hands the the middle console leaning onto it as he went back to driving as the light turned green.

"I should've killed him" he muttered but I squeezed his hands lightly making him release a breath "I'm sorry" he whispered "it wasn't your fault" I said looking ahead at the road infront of us "he needed to learn some manners" he laughed at my statement and immediately agreed "yeah he can't mess with my girl" santiagos laughed ceased as those words left his lips.

My eyes immediately snapped to his "w-what" I asked my heart beat slowly increasing "i-i didn't say anything" he stuttered a wide smile pasted on my lips something I knew about santiago is he would somewhat stutter when he's trying to cover his tracks or nervous "you called me your girl" I murmured my smiled still widening.

He sighed slowly laughing to himself "yea" he paused "I guess I did" I squealed internally and shifted excitedly but sadness took over as we turned into my street "so am I a friend of a friend" I murmured "yes you are" his words made a shiver run down my spine, he slowed the car down turning into my driveway "are your parents home" he asked leaning onto the steering wheel looking at my house.

"No their away for the weekend" I murmured making him smile "mind if I come inside" he grinned towards me making me clench my thighs as I felt myself dampen I nodded eagerly unbuckling myself quickly and he did the same, he followed me inside and as soon as he kicked the door close his lips were on mine and his hands were feeling up and down my sides.

"I've been wanting you for so long" I moaned against his lips as my fingers entangled themselves in his hair "I know you have" he murmured making me lightly tug at his hair, his hands tugged off our clothes before be pressed me up against the wall "I need you now" he groaned pulling away from my lips.

One of his hands felt up and down my slit making my eyes flutter and a pleasured gasp leave my lips "shit your already dripping" he smirked and slowly moved his dick up against me, he slid it up and down my slit collecting my wetness on him "fuck" he groaned and slowly pushed in his hands moving to cage me in by settling beside my head.

My hands tugged at his hair again and a struggled moan left my lips his cock was stretching me out so much "that's it, that's a good girl" he growled and slowly started to pull out and push back in, he watched my face intently only increasing the pace when he sees my eyes flutter in pleasure or hear my soft whines.

"So fucking good mi amor" he whispered leaning down to my neck pressing his lips to my skin sucking harshly "s-shit" I cursed my knees buckling he swiftly caught me and put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up his thrusts never ceasing.

My moans were fueling his desire more, he nibbled and nipped at my skin making my breath catch in my throat, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I leaned it up against the wall, I felt a knot form in my stomach and santiagos cock start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" he groaned licking a long strip along the hickies he littered on my neck, I nodded eagerly.

His grunts and groans grow louder as his hard thrust slightly fultered, our sounds of pleasure mixed together as we cam "fuck" I cried and santiago just growled lowly into my ear as he filled me up his nails digging into my skin, my hands dropped from his hair and I leaned my head onto his shoulder panting.

"Don't think we're done yet baby girl, you still have to make up for the times you've made me so fucking hard"

[1heartfanfics]

If any of you have heard the song euclid by sleep token this is a loosely based song fic. I was watching 9-1-1 lonestar when I discovered and became obsessed with this song, and it immediately made me think of Carlos and T.K. You don't need to be familiar with the song but I do recommend listening to it just cause its one of my fave songs and I love it.

TW: mentions of addiction

"T.K, you're gonna be late!" Carlos called from down the hallway as he pulled on his uniform. They were both supposed to be at the work in 45 minutes but T.K. hadn't even gotten out of bed yet.

When he received no response, Carlos walked back to the bedroom to physically haul his fiance out of bed. He found T.K. awake, laying curled up on his side and staring blankly at the wall.

"T.K?" Carlos asked, frowning. Something was wrong.

"Just give me five more minutes," T.K. said quietly, pleading. A single tear slid down his face and onto the mattress.

"Baby... what's going on?" Carlos asked, moving to crouch down next to the bed in front of T.K.

T.K. sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. "I just- I just can't,"

"Okay, that's okay." Carlos nodded, reaching out to cup T.K.'s cheek with his hand. He used his thumb to swipe away the tears.

"I can't stop thinking about it.. feels like it's burning me up from the inside," T.K. cried, curling in on himself even more as his tears started to fall more freely.

'Drugs', Carlos thought, putting the pieces together. T.K. was thinking about using. He'd known that T.K. had been struggling since Sadie had dosed them, but he'd gone to so many meetings and hadn't said anything so Carlos had figured that he was handling it okay. Apparently he hadn't been paying enough attention.

"Well don't keep it inside then, talk to me baby," Carlos said. He stood up from his crouched position and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through T.K.'s hair.

T.K. took a shaky breath. He'd never talked to Carlos about his addiction, not really. Carlos knew his past, the history, but T.K. had never talked to him about the cravings or any of the other mental struggles that came with being sober.

"It's hard to explain," he started with a sigh.

"Just try, it's okay," Carlos said, smiling reassuringly.

T.K. sighed again, "It feels like... like my addiction, and my past... like it's haunting me."

Carlos didn't understand, but he nodded anyway, encouraging T.K. to keep going.

"Like it's right out there in the hallway watching me, waiting for me to screw up," T.K. feels his face grow warm, flushing red with shame. He should be better than this. "I just feel so heavy-" he breaks off with a sob.

"Oh Tyler... come here baby," Carlos said softly, pulling T.K. into his arms. T.K. fell against Carlos's chest, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt to keep himself grounded.

Carlos gently rocked them back and forth, one hand tangled in T.K.'s hair, the other wrapped tightly on his waist.

"Shh, shh, shh," Carlos whispered, "I've got you."

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T.K. picked up his phone for the hundredth time that day, contemplating calling his boyfriend. He was struggling today, again, but he didn't want to bother Carlos at work. He still had 5 hours left on his shift.

He wasn't thinking about using exactly, it's not like he was planning out where he could go to get drugs or how he'd hide it from Carlos or anything like that. But he was thinking about drugs. Thinking about how it was only a matter of time before he fucked up.

That's what the universe had been trying to tell him hadn't it?

He'd gotten too comfortable in his sobriety. So Sadie came along to ruin it and remind him that he was an addict. Once an addict, always an addict. It was his fate; a bad day, a relapse, an overdose.

T.K. felt his breathing start to quicken. He suddenly felt like the room was spinning, and suffocatingly hot. It was hard to breath.

This time when he picked up his phone, he did call Carlos. It rang and rang and rang and went to voicemail. T.K. felt like crying. He couldn't do this alone.

"Hi, it's me." T.K. started, his voice sounding shaky and hoarse. "Call me when you get the chance? I-I just.. it feels like the walls are closing in around me and... just call me. Please?"

T.K. hung up, a sob escaping him as his vision blurred and tears started to fall down his cheeks. He couldn't do this...

Then his phone rang.

"C-carlos?" he answered quickly

"Baby? What's going on?" Carlos answered, sounding worried.

T.K. melted at the sound of his voice, his eyes slipping shut in relief. Even just hearing him made everything seem a little bit easier.

"I'm sorry.. I'm just- I'm having a hard time today," T.K. answered, feeling embarrassed all over again for needing Carlos so much.

"Hey, you don't need to be sorry T.K. You can always call me when you need me. Just talk to me, yeah?" Carlos assured him.

T.K. was quiet for a moment, Carlos waiting patiently for him to find the words to explain how he was feeling. "I can't get away from it. It's too much and it never stops," he said after a minute.

"But you have gotten away from it before baby. And I can't imagine how hard this is, having your sobriety taken from you like that, but I know that you'll get through it again. We will get through it," Carlos said.

"How am I supposed to get through it when it's everywhere? When I close my eyes, it's there. When I open them it's like I'm watching my past play out of the ceiling, like a movie that I can't stop from watching," T.K. rambled, silent tears slipping down his cheeks as he spoke.

"I'm sure it will fade with time T.K..." Carlos trails off. Truthfully he doesn't know what to say. "I wish I could take this from you," he said quietly, his heart hurting for his boyfriend.

"No." T.K. said quickly, "Don't say that. I hope to god you never know this feeling Carlos."

"Okay, okay, you're right," Carlos conceded, although he would still take all of T.K.'s pain upon himself if he could. "But I am going to be right by your side through all of this," he added.

T.K. sighed, "I know. You are my solid ground Carlos, I couldn't do this without you."

"But Tyler you are so strong. You've been through so much and yet you're still here, fighting every day and saving other people's lives in the process," Carlos said. He truly was in awe of T.K.'s ability to push through any scenario and come out even stronger on the other side."

Carlos's radio chirped in the background and T.K. knew that meant he had to go.

"I'll be home soon okay? But call again if you need me, I'll answer as soon as I can. I love you," Carlos said quickly before hanging up.

T.K.'s chest felt tight in the absence of Carlos's voice. He set his phone down, forcing himself to take a deep breath. Even if T.K. couldn't reach his sobriety by himself this time, Carlos would be there to help bring it down to him.

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"Hey, it's me. Call me when you have the time please?"

Carlos's heart sunk when he heard the voicemail T.K. had left. He must be having another rough day with his sobriety. Since he had a few moments, Carlos pressed on T.K.'s name to call him back. He waited as it rang, but received no answer. Shit.

'He's probably fine. Maybe he's in the bathroom or something,' Carlos thought. He forced himself to wait a few minutes, leg tapping nervously, before he tried calling again. Still no answer.

That's it. He quickly radioed his team to let them know he was going out patrolling. They didn't need to know that he was planning on patrolling his own home. As he pulled out of the station lot he quickly sent T.K. a text.

'Call me back if you get this please. Just want to make sure you're okay.'

But T.K. still hadn't answered when he pulled up at their loft. He hurried up the stairs and unlocked the door.

"T.K.?" he called into the dark and quiet loft. "Tyler?" he called again, walking through the living room to their bedroom. He'd seen T.K.'s car outside so he had to be here.

But the bedroom was empty too. And so was the bathroom. Carlos was at least grateful that he hadn't found his boyfriend unconscious or harming himself somehow. But his heart was still pounding with worry, T.K.'s vague voicemail echoing in his ears.

The front door opened then.

"Carlos?" T.K.'s voice called out, having seen the cruiser in front of the loft.

"T.K.! Are you okay?" Carlos rushed out to the kitchen to meet his boyfriend, who was wearing shorts and a tank, damp with sweat. He'd gone for a run, that was all. Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm alright," T.K. shrugged, "What are you doing here?"

"I got your voicemail but you didn't answer when I called back. I got worried," Carlos explained.

"Shit, sorry. I went running and didn't take my phone with me. I just had to get out of here," T.K. said, wincing. He realized how worrisome his brief voicemail and then radio silence could have seemed. "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to worry you," he added.

"It's okay baby, I'm just glad you're okay," Carlos said, reaching out for his boyfriend.

"I'm all sweaty," T.K. warned.

Carlos just shook his head, "I don't care, come here."

So T.K. let Carlos pull him into his arms, holding him tightly. T.K. rested his head on Carlos's shoulder, breathing him in. His run had helped, but this helped even more.

"Are you really okay?" Carlos asked, pulling back slightly.

T.K. hesitated, shrugging again. "I think so? It's just hard when I'm off and you're not. I don't know what to do with myself and I start feeling all couped up."

"I know, I wish I could get my schedule to match up with yours," Carlos nodded. He had tried. He'd talked to his boss, who had been sympathetic, but had still told him that there wasn't much he could do at the moment.

T.K. shook his head, "I know that's out of your control. It's just hard when I'm here with myself. I wish I could just leave this part of me behind," he said, voice shaking slightly with emotion.

"This is just another part of what's made you who you are. We're all shaped by our experiences T.K., good and bad," Carlos said.

"I know, but right now it isn't a past experience cause it's happening again. Because of that bitch my addiction is like 'hey loser, remember me?'" T.K. rarely cursed, but it felt appropriate when talking about this. Sadie had ruined everything he'd worked so hard for.

"I hate her for doing this to you too baby. But you will get through this, I know you will. And I'll be right here by your side the whole time, always. That's all that matters right now," Carlos said, pulling T.K. close to him again, holding him tight. If he could, he would never let him go.

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"Baby? Are you okay?" Carlos asked, having woken up to find T.K. sitting up in bed next to him.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," T.K. said instead of answering his question.

"You didn't, what's going on?" Carlos asked, sitting up as well.

"I'm okay," T.K. said, leaning his head down onto Carlos's shoulder.

"T.K..." Carlos sighed, he thought they'd gotten past this false cover of being okay that T.K. used to hide beneath.

"I really am okay Carlos I promise. I'm just thinking, couldn't sleep," T.K. insisted. Carlos relaxed a little, leaning his head down against T.K.'s. He sounded like he meant it.

"Thinking about what?" Carlos asked, grabbing one of T.K.'s hands in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of T.K.'s hand.

"About my addiction," T.K. shrugged. "About how it's a part of me, like you said. I won't ever be able to get rid of it, but I can own it. It belongs to me and I have control over it," he explained.

"That's a good way of thinking about it," Carlos agreed.

T.K. nodded, "I kind of feel like a new person. Or at least back to being the person I was before this happened."

"That's good," Carlos said, lifting his head up and turning to face T.K. "Hey," he continued quietly. T.K. turned to face Carlos as well. "I am so proud of you," Carlos said, reaching out to hold T.K.'s face in his hands, leaning their foreheads together.

"I couldn't have done it without you," T.K. whispered into the dark of their bedroom.

"You could have, but I'm glad you didn't have to," Carlos whispered back.

They sat there like that for a minute, quietly breathing each other in. Eventually T.K. let Carlos maneuver him until they were both laying down again, legs tangled under the covers, his head on Carlos's chest. Here, in Carlos's arms, he felt safe. And he knew that he truly would be okay.

**Author's note: I realized that this song also would have fit Destiel pretty well but for some reason I've always associated it with T.K.'s addiction so that's how I wrote it. Anyway, hope you liked it. Also some of the working might seem a little weird just cause I was trying to fit the lyrics in.

[lananiscorner]

The Leviathan's Tail

Summary:

Strife has lost count of the many, many times he has tried to conquer the obstacle course called "Leviathan's Landing". Dis has not. She decides to provide him with a little hint...

Notes:

Yes, I am still alive. This is the first thing I've written in months, so probably rusty as fuck. Anyway, his was written for Darksiders Week 2023, Day 1: Celebrating Genesis. Can't say I liked Leviathan's Landing--quite the opposite in fact, but bless whoever found that little exploit for the third section of it.

Disclaimer: This work was written for publication on Archive of Our Own and my personal Tumblr (lananiscorner) and is not for profit. Any re-publication on for-profit/monetized sites/apps is not authorized or supported by me. If you come across such a re-publication, please leave a comment in my tumblr ask box. Podfics and translations may be authorized upon request.

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The platform collapsed under his feet once more, and so did what little was left of his patience. Strife cursed as he fell through the void, seemingly endlessly, before one of the giant, undead snakes that had made its home in there found him and catapulted him back up to the beginning with an unceremonious flick of its tail.

Leviathan’s Landing, Vulgrim had called it, and now Strife finally understood why.

“Have you been attempting this ridiculous excuse of an obstacle course again, brother?”

“Of course not,” Strife scoffed in response. “I just came here for my daily dose of void diving.”

He wasn’t sure if War had been making fun of him or not. It was hard to tell with the big guy, and the fact that he and Strife had not had much to do with each other before defecting from the nephilim did not help. He had been a part of the Crimson Oath—meaning what you say but never saying what you mean had been second nature to Strife, drilled into his very being from the day he took the crimson. War, on the other hand, had been fighting at the front of Absalom’s forces, a vanguard, a bruiser, as brutally effective as gracelessly blunt, and in many ways his demeanor came to match.

Even now, as War raised an eyebrow ever so slightly before turning back towards the serpent hole, Strife was not entirely sure if he had even noticed the sarcasm in his brother’s reply. Strife was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, though. If even one good thing had come out of their third visit to Eden, it was that Strife had learned his younger brother was a lot smarter than one would assume from a front line fighter who had gotten hit in the head a couple dozen of times.

Unfortunately, Strife thought with a sigh as he looked back on the increasingly narrow pillars shooting up behind him, there was a better chance of snow falling in Hell’s furnaces than War helping him with this. As he trudged back to the serpent hole, frustration slowly turned into anger.

He was supposed to be the one who was good at this sort of stuff. Finesse. Swiftness. Sure-footed work under frantic circumstances. This was his element… and yet here he was, sulking after the Creator only knew how many attempts at tackling the damned third section of this utterly insane obstacle course.

He wanted to shoot something. Or even better, punch it.

Perhaps I should ask War to let me borrow that gauntlet for a minute.

The thought had never had more appeal. Unfortunately, the cold, unforgiving universe once more decided to laugh at him.

The serpent hole was where it had always been—or, well, where it had always been since Strife and War had gotten here—for all Strife knew Vulgrim reshuffled and redecorated the place every X number of years—but War was not. Knowing his brother, he hadn’t gone back to Vulgrim and Samael for a chat either, which really left only one sensible option. With a deep sigh, Strife headed towards Dis.

“Brother, I swear by Lilith’s tits, if you went to fight Dagon without me…”

“Then what?” Vulgrim’s ‘associate’ was on him in a hot second, the bauble she had been tinkering with flung carelessly back into the void with a flick of her wrist. The smile on Dis’ face was as unmistakably smug as the tone was tantalizing in her voice. “Will we get to see an epic brawl between two of the last nephilim in existence? I would pay for seats to that show…”

“Aaaaaand you’d be getting ripped off.” Strife smiled underneath his helmet as he brought out his guns. “You wanna see a fight between any number of the four of us? Just ask who should be in charge or claim that one of us is light years ahead of the others, and you’ve got yourself a nice little show.”

Of course, the truth was it probably wouldn’t even take that much. If there were two things that were in a nephilim’s blood, it was to wander… and to fight. In hindsight, perhaps that was why Absalom’s excuse for attacking Eden had always rung so hollow for him.

“A home for our people.”

As if their people were the kind that wanted homes.

As if they would not get bored less than a month into living there and move on to another planet to mess up.

As if any permanent settlement was not only unrealistic and completely out of character for almost all of them, but also an amazing opportunity for one of the many, many, many races who wanted his kind wiped from the universe completely to attack them where it hurt the most.

Except that was us. Strife hated it when the little voice inside his head was right. It was us who wiped them from the universe. Didn’t even need another race for that.

“Hey, Dis, you wouldn’t happen to have seen War, would you?”

There was no point in lingering in the past, no matter how many times its ghosts tried to claw their way back into his mind.

He often wondered how many centuries he was going to have to remind himself of that fact before it finally worked.

“The big guy?” Dis looked up from whatever potion she had been brewing—where had she even been hiding the vials and ingredients?—and nodded towards the serpent hole. “He bought some more trinkets from me before going to the arena. I thought you’d already demolished the place?”

Strife shrugged. “Yeah, pretty sure we did. But then again, War’s the kind that doesn’t mind repetition.”

“But you do?”

“Sure do. It’s boring. And I’ve got better things to do with my time.”

Dis grinned ear to ear. “Like tackling Leviathan’s Landing for the two-hundred and sixty-eighth time?”

Oh you little demon bit— “I have not—”

Suddenly, the temptation to shoot her was almost unbearable. Strife knew the feeling. The itching at the back of his neck. The tingling in his veins. The blood lust that was so common for all of his kind. Too bad all the stuff she sold was useful. And she was kind of cute. For a demon anyways.

“It has not been two-hundred and sixty-eight times.”

“Oh it has.” Dis shook the vial she was holding twice and smiled as it turned from dull gray to vibrant blue. “I counted.” She gave him a quick wink. “Your enthusiasm and tenacity really is quite endearing.”

“I’m gonna shoot you just for that tone in your voice.”

Strife sighed. He wanted to say he couldn’t quite place why it pissed him off so much, but unfortunately he could. That dreadful mixture of cheeky seduction and almost mothering ‘bless your little heart, you tried’ kind of condescension was something every nephilim had known from the day of their creation.

“You know, Dis… if you’ve got nothing helpful to say, maybe say nothing at all.”

“Very well,” Dis scoffed. “Go catch a Leviathan’s tail then, for all I care.”

Whatever warmth had been in her voice had turned into to ice. Strife was hardly surprised. A slighted demon sounded like she wanted to murder him. In other news, fire was hot and Samael could not be trusted. He watched her float back to her books and beakers and whatever else she had stacked up in that makeshift laboratory of hers, took a deep breath and holstered his guns.

There were other demons to kill in the arena. No need to waste his time and ammo on the demon who was supplying him and War with upgrades.

He was just about to enter the arena and find out which section exactly War had run off to, when he caught the glimmer in the distance.

How he had never noticed it before, Strife couldn’t tell. His senses were usually unusually sharp—more so than most other nephilim’s in fact—it had always given him an edge he had sorely needed. Perhaps he had always been to distracted by conversing with War. Perhaps the angle had never been right. Either way, he could see it clearly now—the unmistakable glow of a creature core, and a big one at that. Strife stepped over the serpent hole and headed down the rune-riddled path towards the core instead.

It led him back to the big door. As once before, the keys he and War had found throughout Hell’s realms materialized automatically, shooting forth into their locks, no doubt drawn in by some powerful magic. There were not enough of them, of course. There hadn’t been last time either, and both he and War had agreed to leave the door alone until they had found a sufficient number to open the door.

As much as Strife loved a mystery, right now, the idea of what was hiding behind the gate was not nearly as interesting to him as the glow high above it, little more than a glimmer now that his sight line was blocked by the stone wall shooting up above the door. Strife climbed up one of the torches by the side, hoping to get a better look.

Who would put a stone wall above a door in the middle of nowhere? And who would put a core up there? And what kind of co—Oh.

He found the answer as he was balancing on the edge of the torch, flames licking dangerously close to his dangling scarf. From up here, he could see most of this corner of the void. He could see the entrance to the Boatman’s Labyrinth and Dis’ lab just before that. He could see the serpent hole. He could see the entrance to the Gauntlet. He could see the beginning of Leviathan’s Landing.

The beginning with the first pillars.

And the damned pillars.

And the second portal.

And the floating rocks that curved throughout the empty space like a winding snake.

And the third portal.

And a glimpse of the beginning of thrice-damned path he had just wasted hours on, bending gently in his current direction.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

This was it. This was the Leviathan’s tail. The end of the course. He couldn’t see if from where he stood, but he was as sure that there was one last portal up there as he was sure in his aim with his guns.

“Bless you, Dis, I promise I’ll bring you something really neat from the next vault I crack.”

Strife took a deep breath, then jumped towards the door, shadow-dashing mid air to land on one of the tiny outcrops in the rocky facade. If someone had told him to climb up this wall a week ago, he would have told them to get bent. Now, he was determined to scale this jagged piece of floating rock even if it was the last thing he was going to do.

As it turned out, getting above the door was the easy part. Getting up the wall behind it… Strife cursed under his breath as he tried to scale the rocks. Why did Lilith had to have been so incompetent at creating a hybrid between angels and demons? Where were the wings? You’d think that would be the first thing she would have taken from the angels. The wings. But noooooo. All he had was this stupid shadow wing thing he had gotten from Samael.

He had lost count of the many times his fingers had slipped from cracks to small and thin for a firm hold by the time he felt ready to climb back down again. Even though he was on the scrawny side as far as nephilim went, there was no way to get a good grip here. He almost missed the balancing act that was the pillars in the first section of Leviathan’s Landing.

Balance…

The idea that had sprung into his head was frankly crazy and likely to end with him losing parts he would hate to miss, but when had that ever stopped him? Strife shook the tension and soreness out of his limbs, then tackled the wall again.

This time, he planted one of his twin daggers firmly in the deepest horizontal crack he could find and clambered up onto it with as much care as he could muster. The tempered demon steel bent ever so slightly under his weight, but still, his feet remained steady. He had stood on worse. He just needed to put the thought of an arm’s length worth of razor sharp steel out of his mind.

The second dagger went into another split in the rocks, this time blade up. It was risky, but he could do it.

Strife took a deep breath, jumped up onto the hilt and immediately vaulted even higher, to grab the ledge at the top of the cliff. He hung on by the tips of his fingers, but he was going to be damned if he was going to quit now. With one last huff and a curse, Strife pulled himself to the top.

The core was humming quietly in front of him, its magic vibrating in the air, soft as the buzz of a bee on a warm summer’s day. It almost seemed to mock him with how peacefully it sat there, considering the violence this obstacle course had inflicted on him each time he had tried to get here the ‘right’ way.

“You little sucker…” Strife grabbed the core quickly before the universe could pull some new cruel joke on him and catapult it out of his reach by some contrived shenanigans.

I can already hear War’s response, Strife mused as he climbed down carefully, retrieving his daggers along the way. “You have not only cheated the creator of this course—you have cheated yourself.”

War could get bent. At the end of the day, Strife now had three Leviathan cores and War had none. And that’s what really mattered.

His brother was waiting for him by the serpent hole when he returned. Going by the few bits and pieces of demon that still clung to parts of War’s armor, it had been an entertaining run.

“So… how far did you get?”

“I stopped after the hundred and sixty-fifth wave.” War shrugged ever so slightly. “The arena is starting to bore me.” Then, he nodded towards his older brother. “I assume you tried the leviathan’s trail one more time?”

“Actually,” Strife grinned, even though he was fully aware War could not see it, “I grabbed the leviathan by its tail this time.”

War sighed. “You make as little sense as ever, brother.”

“Thankfully.” Strife thumped him on the shoulder quickly. “Now, shall we return to our regularly scheduled hunt for minor demon lords with delusions of grandeur?”

A rare smile graced War’s usually stern face. “Yes. Let’s go and kill Dagon.”

[7grandmel]

Blog Update - 04/02/2024

TL;DR - Google Form for rip requests and other anonymous comments is open. Link to it can be found on the blog's Pinned Post, which has been overhauled. Tagging system on daily posts has been vastly expanded with individual tags per ripper and more. "Media Player" has been scrapped - rips using tentative names are being edited per their official releases.

Hey everyone! Been a hot minute since I did one of these. I've wanted to make a post talking about the tinkering I've done with the blog for a while, but figured it'd be best to wait until all of it had been done. Well, now's that day - conveniently right as Season 8 of SiIvaGunner is rolling out, fresh out of the oven with Puyo Puyo day.

Let's start with the most recent, but most important change - I've opened a Google Form for requesting rips to be covered on the blog. Tumblr's default Ask box is mighty convenient for me, but over the months I've noticed several users troubled by having to start Tumblr accounts just to submit to the blog, even anonymously! You can of course still use the Ask box if you're a Tumblr user already, but now even non-Tumblr users should be able to request to the blog - or just leave anonymous comments! - completely hassle-free.

Next, to help promote this new request system and to accommodate for all the other changes made to the blog recently, The Pinned post of the blog has been given a pretty significant overhaul, alongside adding the current Eighth season to its per-season filtering buttons. I've done my best to also reword the main body of the post to more properly convey the blog's goals, and to help readers new and old navigate it easier. For instance, I've added descriptors of some of the tags that I use for the blog's contents, as well as links to said tags and their Archive views. Take a look around yourself if you wish!

I've been doing a lot more than than just explain the tags, however - you'll notice that the tags #high quality art and #epic flintstones have been added! To help make this blog the ultimate hub for SiIvaGunner activity on Tumblr, I'll be reposting fanart/official art and just various funny posts under these tags to feature on the blog! If you're only here for the daily posts, you're of course still able to use the prior mentioned navigation buttons on the pinned posts to only see posts tagged as #todays siivagunner. But what if you want to get more specific than even that?

Well, alongside retroactively tagging all fanart and shitpost reblogs with the two aforementioned tags, I've added a few more categorizing tags to all 490+ of the Daily SiIvaGunner posts - most notably, the names of every person credited per rip. This both makes it easier for myself to check how many times a ripper has been featured on the blog prior, and should help you find out more about your favorite rippers on your own! There's also some other miscellaneous tags added, such as tags denoting if a rip has visuals, if a post is covering multiple rips at once, if a rip is a Fusion Collab, and so on - I'll have a post properly denoting all of these tags up sometime in the future.

Finally, back in July of last year I described my thought process for how to handle rips that, due to lacking album releases, lack proper official names per the time of writing - alongside spitballing an idea for a post-navigation "media player". First off, I can say now after six months that I'm not moving forward with the media player concept, as fun of an idea as it was - I don't believe it offered much benefit over what can be done through just using the pinned post's links to begin with. Second off, though, a lot of the rips I've covered with tentative names, primarily rips from Season 7, have gotten official album releases, and thus been retroactively edited to feature their new official names. You can see an example of how this looks with Persona 64, which was previously titled I'll Face Gay Bowser. All mentions of a rip with its tentative name as featured across other posts will also be edited to feature their official release name.

Whew! What a big update! I've been having the time of my life with this blog in the months since the last Update, and the lack of updates here have certainly not been due to a lack of confidence in the blog - I've simply had too many ideas on what to do for them to be properly distilled to just one post! Hopefully this conveys everything I've been doing in the background of it all. If you have any feedback or other changes you'd like to see happen on the blog, please let me know!

[cinamun]

TAGGED by @simmerstellar ! Thanks friend!

Come get to know me y'all!

1. What’s your favorite sims death? I haven't had a sim die from anything other than old age in a HOT minute but I saw a LP and the murphy bed death seems so unecessarily violent lmfao.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? BOTH! I consider my style Maxis Mix. We love a nice combo of both.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Not anymore but at one point I had to. Let me explain: I don't know if it was a glitch but like after every meal with grannie's cookbook, Indya would gain weight instantly. Didn't happen with anyone else (although everyone else are athletes of some sort). She's always and forever thick but something was definitely up with the food mods I was using. Anyway, we're good now since I'm not playing her HH exclusively anymore.

4. Do you use move objects? Absolutely. Its too restrictive! Gotta play test when I do though because routing errors make me irrationally angry.

5. Favorite mod? Wickedwhims. I don't care! If I want my sims to get freak-nasty I have a blog for that and WW never fumbles. If I want them to do cute little intimate things, WW is there. If you don't like the smut, I feel bad for you son.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I've gotten pretty much ever iteration of this game except for almost all of the kits and the star wars pack.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? ALIVE. I don't understand the other one honestly lol. We're going LIVE as soon as I press play so....

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Obvs Indya Drake!

9. Have you made a simself? Yes! But she needs help lol I'm not good at that at all so there's a resemblance but she doesn't really look like me. When I do gameplay with her I say she's my "sorta-kinda self sim" lol

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? gloomy, neat, loner, romantic

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? Black but like BLACK Black, not the BLUE Black lol.

12. Favorite EA hair? All of the afro textured ones.

13. Favorite life stage? Young adults.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Gameplay mostly stories but I love to decorate!

15. Are you a CC creator? I will recolor the shit out of something! That's about it lol

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? All my mutuals and anyone who reads my story! #Squad

17. What’s your favorite game? The Sims 4 is the only game I play. Don't @ me.

18. Do you have any sims merch? Nope.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope, but I have been asked to make a channel and got that far at least. No videos lol.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? If anything, less alpha and more maxis match.

21. What’s your Origin ID? [redacted]

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? All of the ones that do it for FREE and for the love of the game. I donate too because I understand its not easy, but also not worth a month long paywall or conveniently forgetting to publicly release something.

23. How long have you had a simblr? 2015 are my earliest posts I think.

24. How do you edit your pictures? Gshade and Photoshop Elements 2020

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Cottage Living is the goat IMO even though I don't play it much anymore. I do very much enjoy Island Living and Growing Together will round out a nice top 3.

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? I haven't really thought about it. I just figure the sims 4 is nearing the end of its era and we're gonna start hearing about project rene more and more.

oh! tagging @shesthespinstersimmer @bridgeportbritt @iplaysims4 @beebeesiims @thegloomiestwhim @hazelminesims @therichantsim @omgkayplays @softerhaze @crsentfairy

please ignore if you don't do these or already did this!

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 73 }

the world's smallest violin.

vincent fabron (CHAMBER) x reader

this whole week had to be one of the worst ones of your life.

for starters, on monday you woke up late and got scolded by your boss for your lack of punctuality.

tuesday, you felt the need to dress in your favorite outfit just to feel good about yourself, only for it to be ruined when it began to rain later that afternoon (and of course, you had forgotten to bring an umbrella.)

wednesday you decided to go out drinking with your friends to cheer up and have some fun, only to end up catching a sore throat when the burning sensation refused to go away even after you had stopped taking the various shots at your favorite bar.

cue you having a cold for the rest of the week and calling out sick from work, finally using up the sick days you had accumulated from your job. your throat still burned, making it difficult for you to even eat meals. all you could do was drink some broth and down copious amounts of cold medicine in hopes of relieving your symptoms for even a moment.

it was now sunday, and you had finally gotten over your cold. your throat finally stopped hurting as your voice steadily lost its nasally quality. currently, you were laying in bed, scrolling through your phone while trying not to feel like absolute crap due to how bad your week was. you finish typing out an email to your boss, telling him that you would make it to your shift tomorrow before tossing your phone to the side.

while you were suffering through such a terrible week, your boyfriend of two years was nowhere to be found. and despite how you had already known that he would be on a rather long mission with protocol, his absence still greatly upset you. the things you dealt with this week left you so mentally drained-

"i've seen so many horrors back in my days with working for the french military, mon ange. horrors that i am grateful that you shall never have to go through."

that particular memory of vincent detailing his past life to you makes you curl up even more. you force the tears that once spilled from your eyes to stop, feeling almost silly for crying over something so tiny in comparison to all the things your lover has been through.

with a sigh, you slowly wipe away at your eyes, feeling them become red and swollen from crying.

i must be playing the worlds smallest violin right now. honestly, get a grip.

you were debating whether you should calm down and further comfort yourself with some hot cocoa when your phone begins to ring, alerting you to a call from vincent himself.

you answer it within seconds, your voice breathless when you say his name with a bit of longing, "vincent, honey, hello. i've missed you."

his rich laughter fills your ears, making your cheeks warm just the tiniest bit. "i've missed you, too, mon amour. i just couldn't wait to hear your voice, and i wanted to let you know that i'm on my way home with your favorite takeout."

the tears began to fill your vision once more, causing your voice to come out a bit shaky, "that's great! vince i've had-"

you cut yourself off, biting down on your bottom lip so as to keep yourself from ranting about your bad week to him. vincent catches the way you had suddenly stopped speaking and asks, "what's wrong, love?"

"ah, it's nothing. please come home safely, okay?" not wanting to cave in, you hang up the call first, heart pounding as your stomach began to twist with anxiety.

there was no way vincent was going to come home and not ask you what was wrong. but truly, you didn't want to burden him with such problems you deemed as tiny inconveniences.

about fifteen minutes later, you see your boyfriend enter your shared home with a huge bag of takeout. he settled the food on the dining room table before bringing you into his arms and pressing a kiss against your temple.

"my, have i missed you. is it me, or have you gotten even lovelier since i had last seen you?"

you roll your eyes and playfully hit at his chest, "don't be ridiculous. i'm dressed in my pajamas and look awful."

"nonsense, mon amour, for you are always beautiful to me." pressing one last kiss against your lips, vincent goes to plate your dinner. when you tried to help, he simply shoos you away, beckoning you to sit as he tells you how much he wants to spoil you due to his absence.

you take a seat and watch with a fondness when he piles on all of your favorite foods, making a heaping plate for you as he places the delicious meal in front of you. with your mouth watering and your appetite returning post-cold, you dig in almost immediately.

"ah, this is so good, i'm so happy to be able to taste things again!"

"to taste again? were you sick?"

vincent's question makes you pause, forcing you to swallow the last bit of food before your anxiety returned. you really didn't want to bother your beloved with stories of your shitty week, knowing he was doing something far more dangerous during his latest mission.

"y-yeah, it was just a cold, but i'm okay now, i promise!" just seeing the concern in his golden brown eyes makes the tears and all of your sadness return at full force. "e-excuse me!"

knowing that vincent was going to chase after you, you run into the bathroom first before locking it. with your back pressed against the door, you begin to softly sob, those negative emotions that built up during the week finally coming to an overflow. you could no longer stop your tears, and when you heard vincent gently knock against the bathroom door, asking if you were okay, did you truly break down.

the sheer amount of tears blurred your vision, and you could feel the buildup of mucus within your nose. fuck, you were actually ugly crying right now and came back to feeling like absolute shit.

"darling, angel, love, please, talk to me. what's wrong?"

his voice was close, and you were certain that vincent was pressing himself against the bathroom door.

with a sniffle, you finally admit to him, "i don't want to tell you."

"well, why not? i want you to tell me because whatever it is, it's making you cry."

you let out another choked sob, "i had a bad week, but they're not big enough to warrant your concern, vince. go on, have dinner without me for a bit, just let me let this all out and i'll be okay again, i promise."

the silence seemed to drag on for what felt like eternity. you figured vincent had taken your advice and already made his way back to the dining room. letting out a sigh of relief, you quickly clean yourself by blowing your nose with some toilet paper and washing your face. when you began to feel somewhat more presentable was the moment you opened the door-

only to be met with a broad chest standing in your way.

"never feel as though your problems are insignificant, mon amour. for if they make you this sad, then it is not insignificant to me." vincent had managed to trap you in his arms, engulfing your form in his embrace. you cling to him with a desperation, greedily breathing in his scent when you broke down once more.

"but my problems, they're so small compared to all the things you've been through."

he lifts your chin to press a kiss against your chapped lips, not minding the salty taste of your tears, "it doesn't matter how big or small your troubles are. what matters is that it's enough to make you lose that smile on your face. i want to share your burden and know what made you so unhappy because i love you."

you could feel your heart become lighter upon hearing his words, finally making you feel better as a genuine smile paints your lips. "thank you, love, for being such an amazing boyfriend."

"nonsense, it my duty to ensure that you are happy. now come." he adjusts his hold on you so that he was now carrying you, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder while he carries you back to the dining room, "you can tell me all about it as we eat dinner together."

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[anticidic]

What are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media ever (can be anime/manga, tv series, books, movies, etc)? Why love them? Thanks ⭐

P.s

I've seen that ask a few times, and compare to other people, I think you have read the most books from the authors of BSD (that is so cool). As someone who grew up reading classic books and then got into anime/manga, I don't find many people in animanga fandom who also love reading books, so glad to find your blog. When you said, you've read from all Guild members, I got excited on my own (sorry).

I really love reading. 😅 I had to do a lot of analyses back in school on books like Of Mice and Men, Great Expectations, The Great Gatsby, and some of Shakespeare's works and it kinda just opened the floodgates to me enjoying all kinds of classics. Poe and Lovecraft were some of my favorite authors because I was really drawn to gothic horror and the cosmic elements of Lovecraft's works. I was also obsessed with horror for a hot minute and Stephen King still holds a place in my heart.

I legitimately got into bsd because of my love for books. Characters as real life authors with abilities named after their works? Sounds cool, I'm in! And I've been here ever since. It pushed me to read works beyond American/European authors. I just think some of the parallels are super neat, like the Nathaniel vs Akutagawa "Diablo" bit, and Dazai's frequent mentions of Dostoevsky in his works.

1. Bungo Stray Dogs

Self-explanatory, I think, after what I said above. I like the literary parallels and the foundation of the world is really neat to get into and think about.

2. Good Omens (show)

Angel/demon motifs? Hell yeah. I love religious themes in works, and I like the balance Good Omens strikes with that and its comedic aspects.

3. Scrubs

This is mostly from a comfort angle. Some of it is like black comedy? with the bleak jokes that are made in relation to medicine.

4. Haikyuu!!

I didn't think sports anime could get a grip on me, but here we are. I just kinda fell out of my hyperfixation with it a few years ago, but I still come back to it every once in a while. Really good character development, some legitimately tense moments in some of the matches like all the Karasuno vs Aoba Johsai, and I liked the Karasuno vs Inarizaki arcs the most.

5. Tokyo Ghoul

I actually completely forgot about how much I loved this series, which is both weird and concerning, but ANYWAY. It had really neat world-building and set a good precedence for an interesting narrative in Kaneki, but I think the ending is what eventually turned me away. Leading up to the first part of :re was a treat. Just a shame what happened to it.

6. Seraph of the End

Another old hyperfixation but still holds a place in my heart. I haven't read it in a HOT minute, I think I stopped catching up with what was going on a few years ago. But this also had a really interesting premise and the idea that kids were immune to the thing that wiped out most of the population was pretty cool. I liked the relationship between Mikaela and Yuichirou especially when they were on opposite sides of the war and Mikaela having to grapple with being a vampire and not wanting to feed on people.

7. Supernatural

Came for the story, stayed for the memes. Another old favorite of mine that I sometimes go back to now and then just because it's neat. The supernatural elements and, again, religious themes drew me in. A lot of the ideas I've gotten for plots I used in writing came from watching this. 👀 Paranormal themes is something I like exploring a lot and I still haven't gotten tired of it.

I was asked about favorite books before, so I decided not to include any of them. Thanks for the ask, anon!! ✨